Megan came home from college and dumped her books on the kitchen table. She looked around the kitchen at the mess and knew she was supposed to clean it up before her mom got home. But why bother. After all, she knew that if she could put up with a little bit of grief, her mom would do it when she got home from work. And Megan wanted to watch the video of the concert last night that her favorite band had posted on Facebook.
So Megan gulped down a snack, left her dirty dishes on the kitchen table, then went up to her room. Megan stood at about 5-10, had 36D tits, a narrow waist, and enough junk in her trunk to look good. She ditched her sweatshirt and T-shirt and pulled on a tank, swapping out her jeans for tights. She went into the bathroom and pissed. As she sat on the toilet, she looked around the bathroom. That was another task she was supposed to take care of. But why bother, again, when Mommy got home, she would take care of it, after giving Megan a little lip music.
Megan went back into her bedroom and pulled the door closed. Firing up her laptop, she pulled up the video from last night’s concert and rocked out.
The concert was about halfway through, and Megan was totally into it. She was kneeling on her bed, rocking back and forth. With the earphones in her ears, she couldn’t hear much, but she felt the vibrations through the house when her mother came home and closed the door behind her. Megan braced herself, but knew that if she could withstand five minutes of grief, she would be home free. She felt the vibrations as Mommy walked through the kitchen. She felt her come up the stairs. She felt her walk into the bathroom. Finally she waited for the inevitable knock on the door.
And she waited. And waited. She heard the water run in the bathroom. Maybe her mother had given up? But then the water stop, and...nothing. No footsteps, no anything.
Megan pulled the headphones off her head and listened. Still nothing. She turned around, thinking she would creep the door and listen. But she was shocked when, instead, she was faced with her mother.
Mommy stood just under six feet and had a shape just like Megan’s, except her tits were even bigger, and her ass was wider. Otherwise, she could have been her sister, though she was almost twenty years older. To Megan’s shock, her mother had stripped down to just a lacy bra that showed her wide nipples, thong underwear that were making a failed attempt to control her meaty lobes, and sheer nylons. Her hair had been pulled back in a tight ponytail, and she had freshened up her lipstick, making her lips red and slick.
Mommy looked beautiful, hot even. Megan wasn’t sure she liked how that made her feel.
Suddenly, Mommy slapped her hard across the face, then slammed her onto her back on the bed.
Megan stared up in shock. Never had her mother ever acted like this, especially since Megan’s father had left. They had always had a close relationship. What the hell was this?
“Mom...what the fuck?” Megan said. “Look...I...”
“How many times have I asked you to clean up the dishes when you get home from work?” Mommy asked, staring down at Megan. When Megan tried to push herself up, her mother shoved her back down, and asked the question again.
“A bunch, ” Megan replied, sheepishly.
“And the bathroom?”
“A bunch, too, probably more than a bunch.”
“Do you like living at home?”
“Yes, I hate being a freshman. Upper class girls are bitches. I want to live at home until I’m at least a junior. You know that.”
“Since you won’t clean, there’s only one way I can let you stay here any longer. Take off your clothes.”
“What? Mom...no...”
“Okay, out, you’re on your own.” Mommy went into Megan’s closet and began pulling out clothes and throwing them on the floor. “Get packing, bitch.”
Megan hesitated, staring at her mother like some stranger had taken over her body. Finally, she peeled off her tank and shorts and knelt on the bed naked.
“Better, Mommy said, returning to the bed. “Now lean back, ” Mommy pushed Megan back on the bed. Megan wasn’t sure what was coming, but she was sure she wasn’t liking this. It felt weird, strange, incestuous. Megan lay on her back, naked on the bed.
“Mom...look...I...”
“Shut up, ” Mommy spat. “I’ve taken so much of your shit, it’s time for you to take some of mine.”
Mommy pulled down her thong and moved so her ass was above Megan’s face.
“Mom, no way, this is wrong, ” Megan sputtered.
“Open your mouth, ” was all Mommy said in reply.
“Mom...”
“Open your fucking mouth or get a job and move out.”
Since Megan had no intention of getting a job – or even doing the dishes – she figured she had no choice. What could she do? This was insane. It was disgusting. It was horrible.
But she was trapped.
Hesitantly, she opened her mouth and looked up at her Mommy’s cunt and asshole.
Her mother’s asshole looked ragged and well used. It was obviously no stranger to being penetrated by big things. Megan had known Mommy had some big toys, but...wow. Mommy slid three fingers in her asshole and pulled upwards, gaping the torn hole wide and exposing the crumpled flesh inside. After a moment, a pink prolapse slipped out, sliding six inches from Mommy’s demolished asshole.
The prolapse was filthy, covered in a brown layer of shit. Megan coughed at the smell.
“What the fuck, mom, ” she cried out.
“Open your fucking mouth!” Mommy commanded. Megan gulped and opened her lips partially just as a tiny piece of shit slid from the flesh mountain above her face and dropped onto her chin.
Megan was about to protest again when, from the very tip of the prolapse, a long, slick log of shit slowly slid out. It came, inch after inch, hanging down below Mommy’s prolapse and heading straight for Megan’s mouth.
“Mom...please...” Megan begged, trying one last time for mercy.
“Open your fucking mouth, whore, ” Mommy spat back.
Megan did. And a second later that big log of Mommy’s shit dropped straight into it.
Megan gagged, Megan retched, Megan wanted to die. It was the most disgusting thing she ever had experienced. But she was too terrified of being kicked out to do anything but sit there with her mouth open and her mother’s log of shit propped up in it.
Mommy turned around and straddled Megan’s stomach, her big tits barely contained in her bra. She peeled it off and let them hang free.
“How do you like Mommy’s shit?” Mommy asked, then added. “Oh, that’s right, your mouth is full.”
She reached down and plucked her log of shit from Megan’s mouth, holding it out between two fingers like it was a delicacy. She pulled off a little from the end and dropped it back in Megan’s mouth.
“Swallow, ” Mommy commanded.
Megan tried three times before she managed to get the nugget of shit down her throat, then fought to keep from throwing it back up. When she finally had control of her gag reflex, Mommy asked her question again.
“Do you like Mommy’s shit?”
“No...I hate it!” Megan spat back, staring defiantly up at her mother.
“That’s so sad, ” Mommy said. Bringing the log of shit up to her own mouth and running her tongue around the end like she was fellatiating a brown cock. Her lips received a coating of shit even as the shit was stained with lipstick. Finally Mommy ran it down between her tits, then between her thighs, and lastly shoving the hard brown log up her gaping cunt.
Mommy turned around again, knelt again above Megan’s face, and ordered her to open her mouth again.
The shit that poured from Mommy’s prolapsed, ruined asshole this time was soft. It formed a curly pile on Megan’s mouth like a shit pile emoji. This time, when Mommy turned around, she leaned forward and kissed Megan, sucking about half of the shit pile into her own mouth.
Megan gagged. Mommy moaned and leaned back. Chunks of shit ran down Mommy’s big soft tits and hovered on the end of her long nipples. The shit in her mouth mixed with her saliva and formed a brown liquid that trickled down her chin and between her breasts. Mommy ran her hands across her tits, rubbing the shit into her skin.
Megan was still laying there with a pile of soft, filthy shit in her mouth. She watched her mother play with her own scat, and something clicked inside of her.
As disgusting as this was, shit play with her mother, there was something awesome about it.
She chewed, then swallowed. The foul, bitter taste of shit lingered in her mouth. But there was something about it that was...amazing.
Mommy watched the change come over her daughter. She stepped back from straddling her and let Megan rise onto her knees. Megan’s bed was now soiled with Mommy’s shit, but Megan didn’t care. She wanted more. Mommy dropped to her hands and knees, and Megan pushed her mouth against Mommy’s ass. It only took a second before a squirt of shit shot out Mommy’s ass. Megan sucked it down, thick rivulets running down her big, young firm tits. She suddenly loved the taste, the sensation, the feel of shit. It was amazing.
She knew that she had a load of her own she hadn’t disposed of yet, she she pulled back from Mommy’s ass and turned around, pointing her young, untouched sphincter at Mommy. Mommy moaned and pressed her lips against Annie’s hole. Annie relaxed and let the shit that had been building in her bowels all day slide out.
As soon as an inch or so cleared her pucker hole, Megan felt Mommy sucking it, pulling it out of her ass and into her mouth. The feel of Mommy’s lips on Megan’s sphincter was amazing. It was breathtaking. To her amazement, she felt herself coming as she shat. Not just once, but multiple times. It was breathtaking.
The reek of shit filled the air as Mommy pulled back from Megan’s young, 18 year old asshole, a mouthful of soft shit hanging out of her lips. She let it drop onto her big mom-tits and rubbed it in. Megan came again, then turned around, first kissing her mother on her shit-covered lips, then running her tongue down and licking the scat from her mother’s delightful, bountiful mounds. It was amazing, it was beautiful. It was better than she could ever have imagined.
Lesbian shit incest with Mommy.
Fucking yes.
Suddenly Mommy pulled back.
“So you suddenly like this?” she asked.
“Yes, Mommy!” Megan replied.
“Do you want more?”
“Oh, yes, Mommy!”
Mommy slapped Megan across the face. “Then do your fucking chores or no more shit for you.”
She got up and stormed out of the room.
Megan knelt on her bed in shock. She was covered in shit. Her bed was covered in shit. She was horny as hell.
She got up and without even getting dressed or cleaned up, she padded out into the kitchen and began cleaning...
THE END (for now)