Date: Wed, 01 Jan 2003 14:23:54 +0000
From: April Peters <seasiren6877@hotmail.com>
Subject: Forbidden Needs 3

Forbidden Needs 3

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Chapter 3

The honeymoon continued, and was getting kinkier by the day. Brittany
developed a taste for piss, something Donna was eager to nurture, and she
indulged her daughter at every instance. The toilet was out of bounds for
Donna for the rest of the weekend for everything - or nearly everything -
and each time she felt her bladder filling up and the need of release
imminent, she crooked her finger at Brittany who dropped to her knee's with
an open mouth. They managed to christen every room of the house with their
bizarre games, with Brittany drinking her Mother's precious piss at every
opportunity. The golden showers continued over the next few weeks as
Brittany tried to drink her Mother dry. One afternoon for instance, Donna
went the to rest room at work and took out a drinks flask from her handbag.
She unscrewed the plastic lid and held the neck between her legs and filled
it to the brim with her piss. She ran her dangling labia around the rim,
shook off the last few drops and then replaced the now considerably heavier
container into her bag. When she arrived home Brittany was watching cartoons
on the TV. She smiled as her Mother bent to plant a kiss on her lips and
whisper "I've got a surprise for you", before going into the kitchen. She
took the flask out of her bag, unscrewed the lid and poured the still warm
liquid into a tall glass and added a straw. By now she was feeling quite
giddy as she took the golden piss into the living room and placed the warm
glass in her hands. "Just a minute don't start yet" she shot, as she fell
back into a chair opposite her. The girl glanced from the full glass with
it's obscene contents back to her Mother as she lay back strumming her clit
with her finger. "Drink it for Mummy". She intoned in the syrupy voice
parents use to talk to very young children. The girls eyes left the telly
and looked back at the glass, her nose twitching as she inhaled the strong
aroma. Putting the straw to her lips, she began to suck up her Mother's
piss, stopping only to burp half way through the glass as her stomach
rebelled against the pungent mixture. She rested a while, her ears picking
up the sound of squelching. Her eyes took in the sight of Donna, her long
dark hair hanging in a silky swathe over her shoulder, and her legs thrown
back over the chair arms rubbing her sopping vagina through her now
transparent panties. Then she took a deep breath and placed the plastic
coloured straw back in her mouth and continued drinking. It was a huge
amount to swallow, but eventually after another two minutes the glugging
ceased, then the large glass was empty. She put it down on the table with a
loud gasp and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. At that point Donna
got up off the chair, hiked up her skirt and pulled her knickers down off
her legs. In two strides she walked over to the seated girl and cocked a leg
onto the cushion next to her. With a loud groan she brought her hands behind
the child's head and tugged it forward against her cunt. Just watching her
drink from the straw had brought her to the brink, all it took to bring her
off were a few forceful fuck thrusts against Brittany's lips. She came
almost immediately, not even giving Brittany time to get her tongue into
action before spurting a torrent of cunt soup down her throat, to join the
rest of her bodily fluids in her  churning stomach.

Three hours later after eating supper and watching some television they went
upstairs to bed. The house soon resounded to the sounds of passion, save for
the occasional break in between as they recovered between Donna's orgasms.
During one of these breaks Donna told her daughter she wanted to shit in her
mouth.

"What?" Brittany gasped.

Donna lay on her back resting, her breasts rising and falling with her deep
breathing. Brittany had already been performing cunnilingus for the last
hour or so, and she'd experienced three beautiful orgasms. The last one had
been particularly satisfying, and had involved Brittany lying flat out on
the large bed with her head hanging over the foot of the mattress. Donna had
stepped carefully over her daughter, facing away from the bed, giving
Brittany a panoramic view of her Mother's naked body. Her hairy mound was
dewy with cum juices as beads of cum hung from the ends of the hairs, while
further up her breasts swung like pendulums as she placed herself in
position above.  Brittany felt the woman's hands as they supported the back
of her head, a firm but gentle cradle, and then her vision was obscured as
she felt Donna's soft thighs brush her cheeks as she crouched down onto her,
burying her face in a carpet of hair and wet flesh. It hadn't been gentle
for Brittany as she licked her Mothers thrusting vagina, feeling it bare
down onto her and squeezing her cheeks flat with its force. Now they both
lay down hand in hand resting from their exertions. The woman's secretions
drying on her face made the soft flesh feel slightly chapped as her mind
wandering yet again at the energy of her adult lover. She seemed to burn
like a fireball of energy once the bedroom door was closed behind them. She
closed her eyes as she pondered the thought of what it would take to make
her Mother tired if ever such a thing was possible, when she heard her voice
seeping through her musings. Something about trying something new, her
Mother was saying she wanted to try something new.

"It's something I've been thinking of for sometime and I've never found the
right moment to ask." Brittany opened her eyes again and looked up into the
face of her lover, a sensual face, extremely sexual, and now looking
earnestly down into hers.

"Anything Mummy. You're brilliant, I mean it... I really do. I love you, I
love you." She smiled up at her. The woman's calm gaze fixed on her a moment
longer before she closed her eyes, and once again opened them. Their gaze
seemed to bore into her soul. She let out a warm deep breath and then spoke.

"I want to shit in your mouth." The words hung in the air and at first she
thought she must have been hearing things, she couldn't believe her ears.

"What?" She gaped.


"It needn't be right away, I don't mean we have to do it tonight, but I
would like to try it."

"Why?" Came the started reply.

Donna stopped. That was a good question.  Why? Why did she want to perform
such an act, and with her own daughter? The very meaning of the words she'd
just uttered meant undertaking an act so disgusting to decent society it
would shock a normal person to the core. But so what? What is normal?
'Everything's subjective` she thought. 'Because most of society finds it
abhorrent, does it mean that I automatically have to as well? No it doesn't,
it just means I'm different and what's so wrong with that?' To Donna there
wasn't, as a matter of fact it was something to be glad of, she was proud of
her individuality. The very thought of doing such a thing with her young
daughter was intensely exciting to her, and none of society's conventions
were going to diminish the pleasure of performing such a sordid task with
her darling girl. Donna had always had a fascination with shit. Ever since
being a teenager she had wanted to watch it coiling and making it's way out
of her body. She remembered once while she was still young enough to be
living with her parents, she'd placed a newspaper on the floor in front of a
mirror. She'd locked her bedroom door, then taken her clothes off and
crouched down over the paper, expelling turd after turd onto the rustling
newssheet, while she watched with fascinated excitement at the reflection in
the mirror. From there her fantasies had grown; until she began to imagine
someone kneeling behind her eating from her ass. Never the other way round
though, it was the thought of someone actually eating something so gross,
something from within her body that she found so utterly compelling. Over
the years she had sought to bring her strange 'need` to life with a handful
of her more adventurous lovers but without any success.  The only person she
had found empathy with had been Sue; both women were similar in many ways.
Sue had the same fantasies and desires as Donna, but like her she wasn't
particularly interested in being a 'taker`. Each of the women dreamt
wistfully of finding a person who could satisfy their shared perversion. The
chosen person would have to be willing to perform an act of homage so
bizarre, and yet so extremely intimate, that Donna and Sue could think of no
show of devotion so complete. They would have to be willing and prepared to
eat their shit, it was as simple as that. Donna knew she had to focus her
will on bringing her daughter over to her way of thinking. She wanted
Brittany to be a willing partner in this extraordinary need of hers. She
continued to lock her gaze with Brittany's, as she continued in a low but
steady voice, the task of winning her over.

"When two people are very close, like you and I are, it's very important
that they hide nothing from each other. We're closer than most people. We're
not just a normal Mother and daughters are we honey? We're also lovers."
Donna paused for a second to let her words sink in. "Do you agree with that
Brittany?" Brittany nodded in agreement, smiling shyly up as she did.

"Good. For many years now I've been having thoughts about finding a special
person who would be able to help me with my secret need. No one has been
able to do that and it's left me frustrated." She stopped for a moment and
took a deep breath before letting it out in a deep sigh. She gazed
dramatically upwards for a moment and then resumed. "Oh yes Brittany, I've
had many lovers in my life, I'm a very liberated woman and I know I'm quite
an attractive one too. But in all those years I've found no one willing, or
able to satisfy me in the way I have asked you to do. I'm asking you now
Brittany are you willing to do as I've asked?"

Brittany looked at her hands; her fists were clenched with tension causing
her to bite her lip before she spoke. "Now." She whispered almost inaudibly.
Donna shook her head causing a long swathe of hair to fall over her face,
which she brushed back before answering.

"No. Soon though, I'll ease you into it gently." She reached out and took
the child's clenched hand and opened it. She bent down and planted a soft
kiss into its palm, and then smiled lovingly at her. "Do I take that as a
yes?" Brittany's face was flushed, a picture of bashful uncertainty, but she
managed a brief nod all the same. Donna was elated at the response. Muted
though it was it added up to a yes and that was all she needed to know. With
a sudden surge of generosity she promised Brittany all the things she'd ever
wanted in the hope it would make her more eager to offer her favours. "I'll
make it good for you I promise. Now..." she exclaimed. "I'm going to show
you how much I love you. Tomorrow morning you can take the day off school
and I'll take you shopping. You can have all the toys you like. Mummy's
going to see to it you get everything you ever wanted. How's that?"

"Thank you Mummy." She said softly.

Donna sat up on the bed, standing up she pulled Brittany to her feet until
she stood next to her. "Come to the bathroom with me darling. I want you to
see what my shit looks like as it comes out of my bottom. I'd like you know
what you're going to be eating when you're ready. When I've finished I want
you to come back to bed with me and lick the crease between my cheeks."
Reaching out, she took Brittany's hand and led her to the bathroom.

The bathroom was large and sumptuous. The walls were clad with tiles
displaying a colourful seabed collage while the floors were covered in ivory
coloured ceramic. The only part of the wall not displaying the ocean scene,
was the large linen cupboard doors, which were mirrored to give a floor to
ceiling reflection. It was to this mirror that Donna chose to stand in front
of, telling Brittany to kneel down on the floor behind her. When she was
satisfied with her position, she bent forward to give Brittany a close up
view of her pale buttocks.

"Now Brittany I want you to watch my bottom do its work and see how you feel
about it. Ok?"

"Suppose so."

Donna bit her lip. Brittany didn't sound too eager, so she tried again.

"I know how much you like my sexy bottom. You said it was sexy yourself
didn't you? Well just think of it as though it's feeding you. You should
like that shouldn't you? Hmmm?"

"Do you want me to eat it now? You said you were going to do it later." She
frowned up at Donna.

"No I don't mean now. Just watch love. Watch it come out of me and fall on
the floor, then pick it up in your hands and put it down the bowl. That way
you'll get a feel of it, as well as a taste when we get on the bed and you
lick me." Brittany was nervous, but even though she wasn't showing it, she
was excited at the same time. This new twist had come as a complete surprise
to her and she wandered how she was going to cope. But by now, she was
infatuated by her sexy Mother, she was getting to know every inch of her
body, how it felt, what it tasted like and just recently what came out of
it. She adored being her Mother's pee girl; the taste thrilled her, as did
the warm salty jet as it coursed down into her stomach. Donna's obvious
excitement at the act acted as a channel for her own stimulus, until she
desired it as much as her Mother. Now she wandered if this new sex game
would be as much fun, and bring her even closer to the woman she adored.

As for Donna, she was apprehensive for other reasons.  Would Brittany find
the act repulsive? The very sight of a woman standing in front of her as she
expelled her waste, her shit onto the floor? How would she deal with it?
Depending on how her daughter reacted to the experience rested the whole
future of their sex life and the unanswered question of weither Donna would
find a willing partner for her copraphillic fantasies. She wanted a toilet
slave, the fact that she was hoping to groom her own daughter for the post
only added to her ardour.  She squatted down slightly, and then relaxed her
bowels. Her nerves were making it difficult to eject the faeces. She had to
really force the first turd out of herself, her brown rosebud pulsing, with
its puckered grey entrance opening and closing as though it was gasping for
life. Eventually she felt it move, and with a grunt it slid down her shit
tube and out of her anus.  Brittany's eyes were almost on stilts as she
watched it coil out and drop to the floor, with a cross between a plop and a
thud. The room was filled with the stench of the reeking turd. Brittany
wanted to hold her nose and say 'pooh! `. Then the bathroom resounded to the
ringing tones of a loud burst of ass gas as Donna expelled another and then
another and yet again another large smelly sausage of shit, until they lay
on top of each other in a brown sweating pile. With a final grunt Donna
straightened up and turned round to look at her mess. Her eyes fixed on the
brown mound in the centre of the tiled floor and then moved onto Brittany's
face, before finally resting on her small mouth, the connection between the
two very obvious.  Her hand dropped down past her belly as with slow
deliberation she parted the lips of her sex, then teased the nub of her
clit, flicking it with her finger tip, and causing it to stick out like a
small penis. She did this on purpose; she wanted Brittany to see the ecstasy
she felt at giving the disgusting display. Now she asked her to pick it up
and feel it with her hands.  When she was satisfied that she'd held it long
enough and not been too disgusted at the feel of it, she allowed herself a
sigh of relief, then told her to drop it into the pan.

"I'd like you to lick your hands clean now."

Brittany opened them up, they were streaked with brown stains and smelt
horribly, but with a sudden surge of courage she stuck her tongue out and
lapped it across her greasy palm. The taste was awful, but perversely the
very thought of the filthy act she was perpetrating gave her a strange
thrill and she forced herself to carry on licking until both hands were
clean. For her part Donna could hardly give credence to the sight of her
daughter dutifully licking her shitty hands clean. It caused her to give a
loud groan and clutch her sex with the rest of her hand. It was a fantastic
start, and hopefully a sign that things would get even better. Her face lit
up as she held out her hand for Brittany. "Wonderful darling! Now come with
me." With that she led her back into the bedroom and let go of her hand.
She climbed onto the bed, and then knelt down on all fours with her buttocks
pointing proudly upwards.  "If you do half as good licking me between these"
she said spreading the cheeks to show her shit-smeared asshole "I'll be so
happy." Brittany went over and climbed onto the mattress to kneel behind her
Mother. She looked at the graphic scene of Donna's arse-hole caked in brown
shit and trembled as she steeled herself to press her face into the dark
runny crack. She held her breath and dived in with her mouth, and licked
along the length with a long sweep of her tongue. The taste was vile; 'Uggh`
she gasped and made to pull out but then stopped herself. This was her
Mother, the woman she loved and adored, the thought of doing such an
intimate act and knowing how much her older lover had almost begged her to
do it filled her with an inner strength, enough to make her continue. With a
huge effort she gulped down the brown shit sauce from her tongue and stuck
it out again and pushed further into the tunnel for another tongue smearing.
Again she did the same and gulped down the filthy sauce and went back for
more. Donna whimpered like a bitch in heat as she felt the youngsters tongue
penetrate her anus and lick out its waste. She couldn't believe how lucky
she was, Brittany was going for it, doing what she had yearned for all these
years. Oh how she loved her, how she adored her beautiful baby for making
her so happy. Bringing a hand down to her cunt she began frigging herself.
At the same time she began pushing her ass into Brittany's face, smearing
the brown slime around her lips, cheeks and forehead until she was truly
browned. Although aware of the gross nature of the act she was performing,
Brittany began to experience an intense feeling of pleasure as she listened
to her Mother's moans of ecstasy. The fact that what she was doing such a
forbidden with her Mother sent thrills through her small body, until
suddenly the vile taste wasn't so bad after all and she began to enjoy the
experience.

The minutes ticked by as the bedroom resounded to the sound of wet slurping.
Brittany licked the asshole spotless as Donna moaned and groaned and brought
her self off with her flicking fingers.  Suddenly Donna bucked backwards and
brought her other hand to the back of her daughter's head to jam her face
even tighter between the sweating cheeks and then screamed. The shriek
ripped through the large house like a blast from a furnace such was its
volume and intensity. Brittany held her breath; her nose was pressed so
deeply inside the rectum that she had no chance of drawing any breath. She
just waited to be released and allowed to breath again. Then the scream
ended and ebbed out into a series of guttural groans as Donna fell forward
onto the mattress sobbing. Donna had never experience anything like the
orgasm she'd just had, and lay still except for the rising and falling of
her breasts. The quiet was broken as she turned over onto her back and blew
out, sending a swirl of dark hair dancing in the draft. Phew.
"God that was intense." She chuckled.


The next few days brought them both closer to Donna's ultimate goal and when
five days later, Brittany picked up one of her freshly expelled turds and
licking the tip with her tongue moaned "Umm... yummy" and proceeded to lick
the round the brown nugget as though it was an ice cream Donna decided she
was ready. Taking the piece of shit in her own hand, she ran the slimy end
around her daughter's lips as though applying lips stick. Satisfied with her
work she gave a final brush on each of her cheeks, then stood back again and
chucked throatily.

"Now you're really a brownie."

Brittany looked in the mirror and laughed at her bizarre reflection.

"Do you think you're ready to go the whole way then?"

Brittany looked back at her Mothers arched brow and nodded.

"Yes Mummy, I'd love to."
Donna tapped Brittany's nose playfully, delighted with the way events were
unfolding.

"Excellent."



The next evening Donna sent Brittany up to her bedroom to play with one of
the computer games she'd just bought her on their recent shopping trip, and
began to prepare the evening meal. Brittany was crestfallen when she learnt
she wasn't invited to join her Mother at the table. The rich aroma of
cooking wafted up the stairs, then she heard the sounds of plates and
cutlery being set and the unmistakable sound of the meal dished up. She ran
down the stairs shouting.

"Mum, Muuuum is dinner reeeady!"

When she reached the dining room her Mother had already started the meal of
chicken stir-fry, and when she looked at her place she saw it was empty.
Donna finished her mouthful and looked sadly at her daughter.

"I'm really sorry pet, but if you eat now you won't be able to eat later
tonight."

"What do..."? Then she remembered. Her hand shot up and covered her mouth
and her eyes went big as she realised what Donna meant. She let out a loud
exclamation of "Ooooh!" which was muffled somewhat by the palm of her hand.

Donna couldn't help but smile.


"Don't worry honey pie I'll soon fill that tummy of yours and you'll not
have long to wait, I had a bowl of bran this morning and that always makes
me loose, so I really hope you ARE hungry."

Suddenly Brittany was beside her self with excitement, the thought of eating
from her Mother made her cry out in glee.

"Are you going to do it now Mummy. Please, Pleeeeeese!"

"In about half an hour dear. Just give me time to finish up here and I'll go
upstairs and change. I've bought something special to wear to compliment the
occasion." She said in a cryptic voice.

"Oh good."

"Oh one more thing dear."

"Yes?"

"Address me as Mistress once we're upstairs. I need a slave for this okay
dear?" Brittany would get what she wanted at last. She wanted a Mistress,
well that was fine, Donna intoned to play her part to the full.

She finished the meal in a daze of excitement and left the dirty pots in the
sink. She couldn't even think about doing the washing up just now, she would
do it tomorrow. By then she'd have lived out her fantasy and any amount of
washing up wouldn't bother her. She flounced up the stairs to her bedroom
with feet as light as air, and then headed for the dressing table. There she
sat down and applied a pale foundation to her cheeks and rubbed it into her
skin until they took on a pale sheen. Next came the eyeliner, which she
applied generously until it contrasted starkly with the white of her skin.
It was so dark it resembled the Kohl paint of ancient Egypt.  She tinted her
lips a shiny red and painted her nails the same racy colour.  Then she
pursed her lips together, pulling her face into seductive expressions as she
tested the effect.

Finally pleased with her reflection, she undressed quickly, throwing her
clothes into a heap by the door and replacing them with the one's she'd
bought during the afternoon, in honour of the special occasion. Finally she
slipped on a new pair of shiny black stilettos and strolled over to the
mirror, where with hands on hips she struck a provocative pose. The effect
was startling.  Black lustrous hair hung down past her pale shoulders like a
flowing river, while her ears were studded with diamond earrings. A black
choker adorned her throat, with a gold stud attached regally to the front as
it shone in the bedroom light. A slinky black PVC corset adorned her slinky
curves. Laced down the front and strapless, it gave the bulging shape of her
full pale breasts a daunting sexuality. Black suspenders gripped the bottom
of the corset, while they in turn held up a pair of black fishnet stockings,
and above them thrilly black panties. The high stiletto heels made her look
tall and statuesque, while a finishing touch of black velvet elbow gloves
finished the effect of sluttish dominance. She was admiring the stunning
effect and pursing her lips at her reflection in the tall mirror when
suddenly a low rumble erupted from deep within her bowels. She felt a
movement, a big one and clutched her hands over her midriff, her poise
suddenly lost.

"Oh Gawd." She groaned. "I can't wait any longer."

"Brittany." She shouted. "Upstairs and quick."

As soon as the words were out of her mouth she heard a scurrying from
downstairs followed by the sound of tiny running feet flying up the steps.
Brittany burst through the door and stopped with her mouth open. By now
Donna had managed to compose herself again and stood with her hands on her
hips looking down at the astonished little girl. Her mouth was literally
hanging open in bomb-shelled disbelief at the tall dominatrix who stood
before her with an enigmatic smile and an upraised eyebrow.

"Well slave" she crooned silkily. "Do you like you're Mistresses
appearance."

Brittany moved her lips but he was still to dazed to speak.

"Answer me slave. Don't keep me waiting. What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?
Hmmm... Well!"

" S.sorry." She blurted.

"Sorry what!" Donna demanded.

"Err... S.sorry Mistress."

"Good, that's betters. You know why you're here don't you? You're her to
serve me aren't you?"

Donna's bowels rumbled angrily as though telling her to get on with it. She
grimaced slightly as the cramp squeezed her innards and didn't wait for an
answer before she continued.

"Are you ready to be Mistress's toilet?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Excellent" She hissed thrilling at the new role. "I've bought you some
special panties to wear. I wish you to put them on now."

The young girl obeyed and pulled the clothes off her skinny body and began
to dress as her Mother had instructed. The panties were covered in yellow
teddy bears, which jumped and danced against a pink background as though
playing games. Donna nodded with satisfaction when she saw the childish
garment on her trim buttocks, and produced a pair of shiny pink ribbons from
a draw. She used these to tie the girl's blonde hair into two little
pigtails, and then stood back to drink in her handy work. Her young daughter
looked every inch the pretty little toddler, her pale body looked smaller
than ever, and if possible even cuter. She sighed with lust as her eyes
roamed over her sweet innocence, before she locked them with Brittany's and
held her gaze. Then she made a lewd show of running the tip of her tongue
round the line of her lips in a provocative display of sexual intent. The
childish panties and dainty little pink ribbons were an inspiration. The
very essence of sweet childish innocence, she was soon going to be used to
satisfy the woman's obscene needs. The very thought of EXACTLY what that
meant caused her to close her eyes and shiver from head to toe.

"Walk over here, then kiss my beautiful bottom through my panties and say
thank you to it. Thank you for what I am about to receive." Brittany made
her way over to her Mother but apparently not smartly enough.

"Quick I can't wait any longer I need to have you eating. Come behind and
kiss me."

He words had an electric effect on Brittany who reacted as though hit by a
bolt of lightening. She quickly stood behind Donna with her head stooped
down kissing the nylon covered cheeks of her buttocks.

"Thank you bottom. Thank you for the dinner you are going to give me." She
lisped.

"Pull them down."

In an act of silent reverence, she pulled the panties down over the plump
domes of her ass and the length of the fishnets. Donna lifted her heels
slightly to allow them to fall off with a discreet swish, and then turned
round and pointed to a black rubber mat which lay on the floor.

"Lay on your back."

Brittany lowered herself to the cold shiny rubber and lay in the position
she had been ordered.

This was the moment they had both been waiting for. Donna stepped over the
prone body and stood over the girls face. She looked up and gulped with
apprehension as she saw the pale chubby cheeks begin their descent. Then
they stopped; their downward descent arrested, ominously perhaps, only
inches from her mouth.

"Open your mouth for me."

She complied immediately, opening her lips wider than Donna ever thought
possible. 'Nothing wrong there' she thought as she thrilled at her
eagerness.

"Good. Now you are going to be my toilet. My very own personal toilet. I am
going to shit in your mouth and you are going to eat it. Every morsel. You
shall consume me."

With that she released her bowels. Released is the correct word because the
waste product within had been building up dangerously for the last
half-hour. There was a loud explosion immediately followed by a whoosh of
light brown yellow shit. Within seconds it had shot out and filled
Brittany's straining mouth to overflow with slimy stinking crap. It wasn't
like the other nights when Donna had defecated in front of her, that had
been a darker brown and much more solid. This had the consistency of
diahorea and stank the room out with its stench. With a superhuman effort
she managed to nip her sphincter and stop the flow giving Brittany a
fighting chance of swallowing it before she was overwhelmed.

"Chew it. That's it, that's it" she encouraged.

She had an easy job of chewing; it was so sloppy it disintegrated in her
mouth as she ground her teeth together, and she was able to swallow it down
with minimum of effort. The gooey filth tasted almost too vile for her to
cope with though, it was only with the strongest of will powers that she was
able to proceed and even then she gagged three times threatening to vomit it
back up.  Luckily she didn't though, and eventually the meal disappeared
into her stomach.  With swimming eyes she looked upwards to see the brown
rosebud of her Mother's anus pulsing wildly, and then dilate as another load
forced it to protrude like a small cone and send a long coil of shit winding
down into her open mouth. This time the brown sausage had more substance to
it and was at least a foot and a half long before it broke off. Such was its
bulk, that it forced the startled girls lips so apart wide that she
experienced a splitting pain at the corners of her mouth. There was no
chance of her accommodating the monster, it filled her up completely and
pressed against the back of her throat with increasing pressure, casing her
to gag anew with water spilling out of her eyes and down her cheeks. Again
Donna clenched her buttocks and stopped the next turd from forcing its way
out into the world. Her eyes took on the look of concern as she turned
around and saw her young lovers struggles. Even though Brittany tried, she
couldn't make head way against the mound sticking out of her mouth. She
couldn't find enough room to move her jaws; she was so crammed with her
Mother's faeces. Donna eased an inch of the protruding monster out of her
mouth with her fingers, and Brittany coughed sending brown spit flying from
her mouth. After to more barks her mouth was empty again and Donna slipped
the tip of the brown sausage back to rest against her lips. She wiped a tear
from Brittany's cheeks as she advised her how to continue.

"Bite this piece off and chew it. You should be all right with it if you
don't struggle but just take it easy and chew it round.  ...Hmmm... will you
be okay?" She asked.

"Umm" from Brittany "yes Mistress."

The woman flushed with pride at her daughter's brave spirit. She wasn't to
be beaten; there was no way her clever little lover was going to give in.
How she loved her at that moment. With a push she sent the squishy brown
sausage past her lips and into her mouth once more. This time it wasn't too
much, she had begun to get used to the stronger taste of the usual waste her
Mother produced. In a few moments she had chewed about an inch and a half of
it and then swallowed it in a triumphant gulp. Donna fed her some more, and
then continued feeding her baby with the turd until she had eaten the last
morsel. Yet Donna's bowels were far from being empty; she had to expel more.
Standing up again, she crouched above her mouth once more. After a slight
groan she produced another long turd, and even though it filled her mouth
again, it wasn't the same huge size of the previous monster.  With closed
eyes Brittany got down to the task of munching the turd and swallowing it
down piece-by-piece, a gulp at a time, while Donna watched and masturbated
until it was gone. By now though her small stomach was bulging from the huge
meal and it was with huge relief that her dinner was nearly over.

"One more.  Just once more my darling little toilet girl. You're doing so
well eating up Mummy's shit," Donna sang the words encouragingly as she
resumed her squat above her mouth and let loose with another coiling sausage
of shit. Brittany couldn't help but whimper as the brown mass filled her
mouth again and spilled out across her wet cheeks.  Luckily she was getting
the hang of it as she munched it down, slopping it noisily around the roof
of her mouth and over her gums, before gulping it down into her bulging
stomach. Eventually her mouth was empty and she let out a loud belch of
satisfaction. All that was left was for Donna to turn around and do the same
with her bladder as she pissed its warm yellow liquid into Brittany's mouth.
She drank the salty brew gratefully, gulping the gurgling stream down until
her Mother sighed with satisfaction, the satisfaction of relief.

Later as Donna lay on her bed, listening to the sound of her young daughter
cleaning herself in the shower, her thoughts turned to the future. The
thought of Brittany and Sue getting together appealed to her. They would
both enjoy the experience, she was sure of that. She would arrange it. On
top of all that she was quite taken with Brittany's friend, little Amanda
Stone and thoughts of more sexual escapes featuring her and the girl made
her tingle to her toes.

The future would be very interesting.