Date: Mon, 22 Jul 2002 02:09:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sally 34 <sally34uk@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: What Mothers Are For (incest, scat)

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What Mothers Are For


Chapter 1

Joan's daughter, Kate, was a fussy eater as a child.
She would not go near fruit or anything vaguely
containing fiber, which led to dreadful constipation.
At the age of five, Kate had an aversion to going to
the toilet.  Poor Joan used to spend a lot of time
that she could ill afford, bent over her young
daughter helping her shit.  It was a messy business.
Often she would have to stick in her fingers to
retrieve the hard lumps of shit that were backed up in
Kate's colon.  Fortunately, after about a year of
this, Kate's appetites changed and her bowels started
to move more regularly.  Soon Joan was no longer aware
of when and where Kate took herself off to the toilet.

It was not until much later, when Kate was fifteen,
and they were on holiday, that the constipation
re-appeared.  Kate was having a dreadful time and late
one afternoon she called to her mom to help her.
Joan, who'd been relaxing on the bed reading a book
while her husband and son were out playing golf, went
to the toilet door and asked what the problem was.

"Mom, it hurts and it won't come out!" said Kate,
obviously in some pain.

Joan tried to open the door but it was locked.

"Let me in then," she said.

Reluctantly Kate crouched forward from her seat on the
toilet and unlocked the door.  Joan entered the small
room and looked down at her daughter.  Kate looked
miserable.  Her short summer dress was hiked up round
her waist, her white cotton panties were round her
ankles and she was soaked with sweat.

She looked up at Joan, with pleading in her eyes.  "It
hurts mom!" she said, tears in her eyes.

Joan wasn't quite sure what to do but her old
instincts took over.

"Lean forward!" she commanded and Kate, red-faced,
obediently did so.

Joan tried to look at Kate's bottom but the dress kept
flopping down every time she tried to lift it out of
the way.  Frustrated she told Kate to remove it.  Kate
obliged, pulling it off over her head.  She now sat
naked on the toilet seat.  Her breasts were still
relatively undeveloped and she wore no bra.  Once more
Joan made her daughter lean forward so she could
inspect her bottom.

Sticking out of her anus, stretching it an obviously
painful way, was the tip of a hard, dark turd.  The
lips at the edge of Kate's anus were red and rolled
back around the tip of the monster.  Joan felt instant
sympathy for her poor daughter's plight.

"Hold on darling, I'm going to try and get it out,"
she said.

"Mom, don't!" pleaded Kate, mortified with shame and
embarrassment.

Joan was not looking forward to dealing with this and
her daughter's squeamishness was not helping.

"Just hold still and try and push when I tell you to,"
she replied.

Much to her daughter's further discomfort Joan slid a
finger and thumb either side of the projecting turd in
order to get some leverage on it.  It was a difficult
task and as her fingers pressed deeper, Kate started
moaning in despair and tried to move away from the
invading fingers.

"SIT STILL!" yelled her mother.

Kate clutched the edges of the toilet seat and tried
to stay still as her mother's fingers probed her tight
anus.

With a few more probes and another few fingers Joan
had now managed to get something of a hold on the
monster turd.

"Push!" she told her daughter and started to pull at
the same time.  The turd came out about another third,
which only made things worse for poor Kate.  Her tight
anus was now hideously distended.  Joan grabbed the
emerging part and tried to rotate and pull at the same
time.  It was no good, it was obvious that a thicker
part needed to emerge too.  Getting a grip she pushed
slightly then pulled a bit.  This seemed to work.
Pushing and pulling she could see that a little bit
more was emerging.  Kate was now panting frantically.
Almost hyperventilating.

"Come on darling," said Joan soothingly. "Not much
more now."

Kate seemed to relax as Joan eased into the push/pull
rhythm.  Joan could see her daughter's the anal lips
rolling in and out with the movement.  Kate was now
reduced to a rhythmic soft moan.  With a sudden
horrible thought Joan realized that the thick dark
turd looked like some kind of horrible black dildo
fucking a tight vagina; she was fucking her own
daughter's tight anus with a turd!

As though suddenly seeing from outside the situation
Joan was now embarrassed to be crouching behind her
daughter, pumping a very thick turd in an out of her
bottom but she had little choice but to continue.  But
there was more.  There was something more than just
embarrassment at the act, there was pleasure too.  The
not unpleasant dank smell of the turd, the feel of it
in her fingers, the power she felt pushing it in and
out of her own daughter's anus.  And what about Kate?
Those moans were not simply of pain.  There was
something more complex there too.  Joan pushed the
turd in more savagely than before and Kate bucked a
little but continued her soft moans.  Joan realized
that the little bitch was enjoying this too!  What a
slut!  With one savage yank she pulled the enormous
turd from her daughter's anus, watching with
satisfaction as the red lips opened then closed over
the monstrous offering.  She dropped it in the toilet
bowl where it promptly lodged itself then stood
quickly to wash her hands.  Kate collapsed on the
seat, sobbing gently with pain and shame.

Joan addressed her sharply.  "You better be more
careful what you eat next time young lady!"


Chapter 2

Joan went back to her bedroom, her mind reeling with
the images of her daughter's tight little anus
stretched to breaking around the huge turd.  My god,
how perverted must she be to have started to enjoy
that?  Joan wondered this about herself as well as her
daughter.

She did not expect to see Kate again so soon but Kate
limped into the bedroom looking red-faced and ashamed.

"I'm sorry mom," she said.

"That's ok darling, that's what mother's are for.  Are
you feeling ok?"

"Better now but my poor bottom is very sore."

"Is it bleeding?"

"I don't think so."

"Better put some cream on it anyway."

"Do you have some?"

Joan reached into her suitcase and pulled out her
medical kit.  She found a tube of soothing cream and
without really thinking told Kate to bend over.  Kate,
still in agony and grateful for any relief climbed on
the bed and knelt down on all fours.  Joan lifted her
daughter's dress and lay the hem across her back.
Facing her was her daughter's panty-clad buttocks.
She peeled down the white cotton panties until they
were round Kate's knees.  The sight that lay before
here was quite magnificent.  The mounds of her
daughter's gorgeous ass rose before her and between
them, in the dark, wispy-haired crack lay her sore
anus.  Joan found herself strangely relishing the
vision of her daughter's buttocks spread before her.
Guiltily she enjoyed the sight a few moments more as
she spread some of the cream on her fingers.  She felt
herself trembling slightly.  Managing to get a few
words out she asked Kate to spread her legs a little
further apart.  This had the effect of opening up the
buttocks a little, revealing Kate's forbidden little
hole.

Joan put her cream-covered fingers on that forbidden
place and felt Kate shudder as she did so.  As she
started to massage the cream up and down her
daughter's little anus she felt a delicious, perverse,
wicked pleasure overtake her.  Her daughter too was
unmistakably moving her hips in response to her
ministrations.

"How does that feel," Joan asked, innocently.

"Mmm, yeah, great," said Kate, sounding a little
vague. "Please don't stop yet."

So Joan continued, massaging around her daughter's
sore anus.  Joan had the sudden crazy impulse to strip
off her own clothes that were clinging to her and rub
her own pussy but she resisted.  Later, she told
herself, later, I'm going to frig myself into
oblivion.  She fixed the image of her fingers pressing
against her daughter's tight anus so she would
remember it clearly as she did so.

In a tiny voice Kate said, "It hurts inside too."

Joan couldn't quite believe it.  Was her daughter
saying that she wanted her mother's fingers inside her
as well?  For her own part she was longing to do it.
She wanted to feel her finger slip inside that tight
red ring.  Experimentally, just with the tiniest of
touches she let the tip of her middle finger slip into
the crack.  Kate immediately responded by thrusting
back against it, almost as if her anus wanted to
swallow her mom's finger.  Joan let it and inexorably
the finger slid in up to the first joint and then the
knuckle.  Kate quivered slightly, working against the
finger.  Joan could not believe her daughter's
shameless self-pleasurement and stuck in another
finger.  This did not deter Kate at all and soon Joan
found herself with three then four fingers deep in her
darling daughter's anus.  Joan's anus twitched in
response; she wished she too could be filled in such
an enviable way.  Finally she slid her creamy fingers
from her daughter's anus and Kate slumped forward on
the bed.

"That was great mom, it feels much better now," she
said dreamily.


Chapter 3

Joan did not get time for the masturbation session he
had promised herself.  Tom and James, her husband and
son came back before she'd had a chance so that night
she contented herself with some spirited lovemaking,
thinking all the time about her daughter's perfect
little anus.  She covertly sniffed her fingers during
their lovemaking - mmmm, she could still smell her.

She wanted her anus touched too but Tom was so
conservative he would never touch anywhere near he
anus, no matter how much she tried to maneuver
herself.

The next day Joan assumed things would be as normal
again but in the afternoon, when Tom & James had gone
out again, Kate shyly came to her and asked for more
cream as her bottom was slightly sore.  Later Joan
thought she should have told her to put it on herself.
 She should have told her to go away.  She should have
said anything but "OK".  In reality she wanted to see
those glorious buttocks again, displayed before her,
waiting on her touch.  She wanted to see her
daughter's perfect little tight anus stretched wide
around her fingers.  And she did.  This time Kate had
not even bothered to wear panties.

This was the pattern for the rest of the holiday.  If
Tom and James were out, Kate would sidle up to her
mother and would ask for some 'bottom care' and Joan
would drop whatever she was doing and oblige.  Even
when Tom and James stayed in they would go off to the
bathroom to be alone for a thirty-minute session.
Both pretended it was treatment; both knew they were
embarking upon an unholy relationship but no words
were ever said.


Joan thought it may all stop when they flew home.
Maybe it had all been a strange kind of holiday
happening.  But a day later Kate came into her bedroom
and, without a word, climbed on the bed and stuck her
pert little bottom in the air, ready for her mother's
help.  Joan was unable to resist.  After all, she
thought, that's what mothers are for....

THE END