Relative Relief
Introduction:
Girl gets messy with her mother in the bathroom.
I have a 42-year-old father (Randy) whom today is still attractive, same goes for my 38-year-old mother (Veronica), who has grown wider around the hips but that’s as far as it goes. I have a 16-year-old sister (Angelique) and 15-year-old kid brother (Ron).
Myself I’m bisexual and my family knows and accepts. My brother sometimes teases me with it and my sister sometimes seems to feel awkward, but that always fades soon.
This is the story about my discovery of several hidden desires of both my family and me.
It was a Thursday night in a random month when I walked into the bathroom to wash my hands after I had been finger fucking my pussy and ass in my bedroom. As I walked in, I found my mother sitting on the toilet taking a piss. Since my brother was out and my mother isn’t embarrassed to be found in this situation by my father or me and my sister, she hadn’t bothered to lock the door. So I walked over to the sink, and started to wash my hands. As I did this, I couldn’t deny the sounds of my mother pissing. The hissing sound as her yellow liquid shot from her urethra and the splashing sound as it hit against the porcelain did something to me I’d never experienced before. I had been in the bathroom before when my mother was on the toilet but something was… exciting me this time. The thought of my mother on the bowl, with a strong stream of warm piss shooting from her cunt, the smell, and not least the fact that it was my own mother… made that itching, warm feeling return to my pussy, even though I had been frigging it for over 30 minutes just a few minutes ago.
As I washed my hands I concentrated on the sounds and smells of my mother, and when I suddenly heard her let go of an incredibly loud fart, I barely managed to suppress a shiver. The odor of her butt gas was filling the room and it was driving me crazy.
“I’m sorry, Will. I couldn’t hold back,” my mother apologized.
“Don’t worry about it, mom,” I replied, “This is the right place to do that.”
“Yeah but I feel bad doing it when you’re here.”
“Mom, if I cared, I wouldn’t get in here when you’re relieving yourself.”
“You know, I have to do number two too, but I’m afraid the smell will drive you away,” my mother said with a sense of humor.
“Mom, no smell of yours would drive me away. You’re my mother, I love all of you AND your smells.”
That sentence had more meaning than I intended it to have, but whether my mother noticed the undercurrent of those words or not, she gave me the impression to be convinced.
“Well, okay. Here goes then.”
After another fart was shot from her butt, I heard the distinct crackling sound of a thick turd forcing it’s way out. I could barely contain myself, and I started looking at the reflection of my shitting mom in the mirror. Although not clearly, I saw the shadow of a thick turd, that was lowering down from between her legs. The scent of her shit drove me over the wall and all I could think of was how much I wanted to just sit in front of her and watch that brown log being squeezed from her hairy asshole (I know it’s hairy, I’ve seen it from time to time when changing clothes). I just knew I was going to frig away at my cunt for this the moment I got to my room so I decided to take a mental picture. I looked at my mom in the mirror and took note of the piss still dripping from her hairy pussy, the brown turd starting to curl a little, then break off and, with a loud splash, falling into the yellow pool in the toilet bowl. And the odor, the smelly, shitty odor would have me squirting a pint of girl juice later (I’m a squirter).
My wanton lust was growing more perverse with each second. I was starting to wonder what it would be like to lick the piss off her cunt, or finger fuck her shit covered pucker, having my own mother scream out loud to “keep fucking her shitty asshole with my middle finger.”
I was kind of shocked. Never had I even imagined kissing any family member on the lips, let alone the depraved thoughts I had now. But I wasn’t ashamed. They were fantasies, and besides, my parents, being open-minded as they are, taught me that anything that happens with consent from all parties is never wrong.
Knowing how open minded my parents are, as I mentioned, I decide to go for broke and see what happens.
“Mom, have you ever… you know… fantasized… about someone close to you. I don’t mean friends, but…”
My mother looked at me in silence, then started smiling and, damned if I didn’t notice, opened her legs a little wider.
“You mean people who are related?”
“Well… yeah. I mean… is it so strange that, for instance when you have a gorgeous brother, or sister, that you fantasize about them?”
“Of course not. Like your father and I always told you, fantasies belong to you. Nobody gets hurt with them. And you don’t even need consent. So you can think or fantasize of anybody and anything you want.”
“But what if I wanted more than fantasize? Wouldn’t it be wrong to want to be with a relative, you know… sexually?”
“Well, it can be. But we also taught you that anything that happens with consent of all people directly involved is good. So I would be a hypocrite if I said that it was wrong for, say, a brother and sister to make love if they both really wanted it with all their hearts.”
“Then I have another question,” I said more confidently knowing my mother didn’t disapprove of the notion of incest.
“What if it wasn’t a brother and sister, but a mother and son, or a father and daughter… or a mother and daughter?”
My mother smiled and knew exactly where I was heading.
“Why don’t you just tell me exactly what you want to say, Will?”
“Okay then. Before I came in here, I never even thought about it. But in a matter of minutes, I’m surer of this than I ever have been of anything in my life. Mom, I want you. Thinking back, I never stopped to think about it, but now I do, you drive me wild. Sitting there with your legs spread, looking at your lovely pussy. I hope you have some of the same feelings I have.”
“Oh honey, you don’t know how long I’ve been thinking about you like this. I just wanted you to make the first move, if you ever would. I wouldn’t want this unless you’re a 100% about it. The idea of making sweet love to our children had me and your father captivated for years now. This is why we were always so open with you. We were hoping that some of it would come back to us.
There is nothing in the world I would rather do than go to bed with you. Let me just finish here and I’ll meet you in your room.”
But I had other plans. In complete bliss, I kneeled in front of my mother and pushed her back against the wall.
“But Will, we can’t do it now, not like this. I’m still dirty. Let me just wipe and freshen up.”
“Like I said, mom, I love ALL of you. And this is exactly like I want you right now.”
I spread her thighs and smelled the scent of her piss as my face got closer. Not wanting to waste time with games, I buried my face into her crotch and my tongue into her dripping wet slit. I tasted the salty piss that was coating the entire inside of her pubic lips, and started licking it off with abandon. I actually started leaking through the material of my white cotton panties as I tasted and immensely enjoyed my mother’s piss.
“Oh Christ, Will. You’re eating my pussy so good. Can you taste my piss? Do you like it? I’ll have lots more for you very soon. I’ll make you drink gallons of my piss.”
My mother lifted her legs and put one stocking-clad foot on the washing machine and the other against the tiled wall. Leaning back against the wall her entire crotch area became perfectly accessible to me. I lapped lusciously and thirstily through my mom’s entire juicy slit from bottom to top, starting just above her brown, dirty asshole. I just wasn’t ready for that YET.
But I WAS ready for some manipulation with my fingers, as I started rubbing her sticky asshole with my thumb. The brown mess coated my thumb but where it would have grossed me out before, I now got increasingly horny thinking about it and feeling it. I had my mother’s shit on my thumb and was rubbing her dirty asshole.
“Oh god, what are you doing to me. You’re rubbing my asshole, my dirty asshole. Please, Will. PLEASE stick your fingers in my butt. Finger-fuck my shitty ass hard. Fuck your mother in the fucking asshole with your fingers. I wanna feel your fingers in my hole.”
I had never imagined it would turn out like this. My mother was actually more depraved and perverted than I thought I was. But I was more than happy it turned out like this. I rubbed her loose pucker with the tips of my index and middle finger, then greased by her warm shit, I easily slid my fingers to the knuckles into her shitter.
I started shoving my two digits in and out of her backdoor faster and harder, poking her butt like mad.
“Is this what you wanted, mom? Is this what makes you hot, huh? Your daughter fucking your dirty shitty butt with her fingers, while she licks and sucks the piss from your pussy? I wonder what else you would like. You probably get hot too with the thought of me sucking like crazy on those delicious big toes of yours, don’t you? Sucking those stocking clad toes, then ripping that stocking open and sucking that big toe? Feeling my warm saliva run between your toes along the wrinkled sole of your foot? Or maybe you would squirt gallons of your sweet momjuice thinking about me fucking your shit-smeared ass with my TONGUE? Would you like that? Seeing my brown sticky tongue sliding sloppily in and out of your smelly… farting… greasy asshole?”
I had reached the breaking point. The point where all inhibitions are gone and I’m ready for anything.
So I pulled out my fingers, which were completely covered in greasy, sticky shit, and without holding anything back, I spread her cheeks as wide as possible, and drilled my tongue deep into her brown gaping asshole in one move. I tasted the bitter, sticky shit of my mother as I pounded my tongue in and out of her ass. The smell and taste drove me further and further, and my tongue made sloppy, plopping noises as it slid into my mother’s pucker. By now she was farting aloud every chance her butt got. But I kept on drilling home. At one point I fucked my tongue inside her snug warm ass, and started swaying and turning my head, as if this allowed me to go even deeper.
“Holy fucking shit. You depraved slut of a daughter,” my mother yelled, “Fuck my ass harder. Make my ass cum. Stick that tongue deeper into my shithole. Goddamn, you drive me insane.”
My mother grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled my face deep into the shitty crack of her ass. My nose was pressing into her cunt-hole, and although the smell of her piss was intrusive, I had to breathe with my nose, because my mouth was almost glued to her gaping asshole by the excessive shit around it.
I licked and sucked on her asshole for minutes bringing my mother to orgasm after orgasm without ever stimulating any part of her pussy.
“OOHH, GOD, I’M CUMMINGGGG! OOH… OOH… OOH…”
My mother had my head pulled into her ass as she curled her toes and squeezed her sphincter around my tongue and came like there was no tomorrow.
When all was done, I retreated my smeared face from her crack and lustfully spoke to her.
“All the times you were pissing and shitting you left the door unlocked on purpose, didn’t you? You were always hoping that I or Angie would come in and see you while you were taking a dump, weren’t you? The idea of any of us being here while you pissed, and shit and farted had your cunt on fire, didn’t it? Only Ron couldn’t be in.”
“Your right,” my mother answered puffing for air, “I always got horny when pissing or shitting if any of you were in the bathroom. I farted just as I usually do if Angie is in, because I wanted you to smell my ass and everything that comes from it. But you’re wrong about one thing, Will. I never lock the door even when Ron is home. As a matter of fact, he came into the bathroom one day when I was pissing. He felt embarrassed and wanted to leave, but I told him he didn’t have to be ashamed, because I’m his mother. So he could do whatever he wanted to do while I was on the toilet.
While I was pissing, I made an effort to shoot the piss as hard as possible so it would be loud. And I farted as well. Then I started asking him if he had started occasionally masturbating already and he admitted he had. He left as soon as possible then and went to his room. I quickly finished up and stood outside his room at the door. And I could here him moaning, and I heard the slapping sound of his fist slapping against his balls as he jerked off. All I wanted right then was to walk into his room, and lick and suck his toes, his cock, his balls, his asshole, every part of his body.
I’m still working on him, but I’ll get him, and I’ll get him good. I’ll have him licking my ass so hard it’ll make you jealous.”
“Harder than me? I’d pay money to see that. Frankly, I think it’s impossible. But it sure makes me wet again thinking about it. The sight of his tongue fucking that delicious hairy asshole of yours has me climbing the walls.”
“Speaking of pussies and asses, I feel a bit self-centered not having given you the same treatment you gave me. So why don’t you and I take a good thorough shower and continue in my bedroom?”
“Sounds like a great idea, mom,” I said genuinely excited.
“I think it would be a good idea if I put some old sheets on the bed wouldn’t you?” my mother asked.
“I think that would be wise, mum. I feel something inside that might want out soon.”
The End.
