This choice: Her stomach's upset, and she just remodeled her private toilet for you ... • Go Back...Chapter #8Her stomach's upset, and she just remodeled... by: Unknown Your sister bounced up and down as she followed the pair of you into the bathroom, your mom leading you on your knees with your face still ensconced between her voluminous butt-cheeks. You could feel the chemicals working on you as you endeavored to keep your face wedged up your mother's warm, suffocating ass. Sweat dripped down your face as she explained she was going to use you in the bathroom, lubricating your face and her ass both as it ground against you. To your shock you even felt a pang of frustration when she announced you were here and to stand. With a soft shllp your face came free from the press of maternal butt-flesh for the first time in quite a while.
Guiltily you found yourself staring at those obscene cheeks until your mother giggled politely and your sister loudly called you out on it. Then stepping daintily aside, your mother let you see the result of her "renovations" to the room. The toilet was smaller now, with no pipes connecting it to the central plumbing. But what caught your eye, and what made you gulp down a mouthful of saliva, was the little hatch at the bottom of the base, directly under the lowered toilet bowl.
You shivered as you felt your mom's prodigious rack press into your back just under your shoulder blades. Placing her hands gently on your shoulders, her large nipples poking pointedly into your back, she leaned into your ear and whispered for you to feel free to put yourself wherever you think you should go. She smiled and insisted she wouldn't force you to do anything, and then stood back patiently.
She didn't have long to wait. Like a salmon swimming to it's spawning ground your body instinctively bent to it's knees and approached the porcelain throne. You did not even have a chance to inspect the carefully crafted hole in the base before you lifted the latch and, now on your back, pressed your head inside. You blinked, finding an unusual amount of light inside the bowl which you realized was due to the close proximity of the rim to your face. You briefly wondered if there would be any space at all between your mother's plump arse and your entrapped face before you shut the latch with a solid clang. Suddenly you realized your head was firmly sealed and before you knew it you were wearing a toilet-bowl for a mask. To all the world it looked like an S&M torture device - a perfectly normal toilet with a man's body laid out in front of it, an inch or two of ceramic separating his head from the outside world. But in this toilet there was no waste-pipe to discharge your mom's excrement, only your mouth.
From somewhere outside of the bowl of the toilet you heard a garbled conversation and suddenly a great, thrilling pressure appeared on your groin as your mother stepped happily on top of it. You felt her grind her sole softly against the stem and through the ceramic walls of the bowl you could hear how pleased she was. Apparently you had made the perfect choice.
After a short time and another muffled conversation beyond your reach the pressure left your now-engorged member and you felt the heavy footsteps of your mother approaching.
You looked up, the world now framed by your toilet-bowl, and saw only the face of your own mother, overflowing with love and pride. Her full red lips blossomed as she raised one manicured hand to her angelic, high-cheekboned face and blew you a kiss. To your shame you knew you'd never have a chance getting a girl as attractive as your mom in school, and she giggled down as your little face simply stared uncomprehendingly at her, framed by the seat of the toilet she was about to sit on. She turned with practiced grace and swung two large maternal buttocks into your view, jiggling softly with momentum. She called your sister over, satisfied that she'd had the first look, and wanted to ensure that she always had a permanent record of your little head trapped in her toilet, and your sister caught a wonderful shot of your eyes and nose positioned directly under the crack of her wide bum.
And with that she spread her cheeks and seated herself atop your toilet. Because your mother's bottom formed a perfect seal over the seat of your toilet with only the barest illumination provided by the gap between her crotch and the rim, your sister was only able to film the outside action. She caught the grand motion of your mother smiling while sitting down on a fine white porcelain toilet that her son's head was trapped inside; she filmed your mom wiggling her large derriere to get comfortable and with exultant relish swing her thick, long legs out to rest them pleasantly on your chest. She caught your body shaking in revolt, fighting a battle against yourself to resist. She missed the little details; the smell causing your nostrils to flare, your head briefly twisting to escape the stench, and your lips instinctively opening as you saw your jailer's anus begin to pucker and bulge.
Your tongue extended of it's own accord, and guided the turd into your waiting mouth.
Your mother's calm demeanor disappeared for the briefest of moments as you heard an excited giggling and her repeating that you were doing it, actually doing it, before she caught herself and paused, and when she spoke to you next encouraging you to eat on her voice was warm and overflowing with pride. Your body was still reacting on autopilot and attempt to chew the turd like a tough sausage, causing you to gag when it began breaking up in your mouth.Your mom paused her excretion when she saw your body convulse, taking your hands in her own. The effect was instant, relaxant. Your body swallowed rather than cough the turd up, refusing to stain the underside of your mom's rump with her own excrement. After you calmed down she smiled and began pushing again. An enormous log burrowed out of her anus, it's sheer size bridging the gap between her asshole and your face. For some miracle it did not break and for a short moment that huge turd connected your two bodies, mouth to ass.
You were left with only the sensation of the warm turd in your mouth, with only the option of chewing and enjoying the overstrong, muddy flavour. Eventually your mom stopped pushing and the turd broke off, slapping against your cheek with a wet thud. Luckily for you, the lump did not break as you sucked your mom's poo into your mouth. She cooed, her feet rubbing your belly affectionately. Her body was feeling very relaxed now, and with only a little push she squeezed more droplets out and into your face. Most landed in your gaping mouth but one or two dangled on your lips while another small piece fell cutely onto your cheek, staining your face like a child playing with his dinner. Laughing to herself, your mom informs you that she was all done for now, although oddly she did not get up, preferring you thank her ass in a personal, one-to-one setting. Though it was odd, you then held your first exclusive conversation with your mom's ass, thanking it for a lovely meal and then, unable to stop yourself, saying you hope you both could do it again sometime. Your mom tittered happily as your sis doubled over, almost dropping the camera, while your mother complimented you on your manners and asked if it was stinky down there. When you replied it was, she queried if you were light-headed. Again you replied yes. Tapping her finger to her chin, she posited out-loud that it was probably because you had been breathing her farts - her methane - instead of actual oxygen for quite some time now. Apparently unawares, she let a warm, silent blast out over your face that ruffled your hair rather than stung your skin.
Still seated on the throne, she politely asks if you would please lick her ass-crack clean before taking a moment and having a quiet think.
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