Chapter One
Katrina Ann Richards quietly tiptoed into her daughter's bedroom and
lifted the lid of the dirty clothes hamper. She let out a sigh of
dismay at finding very few dirty articles inside and only one pair of
soiled panties. Dipping her hand down inside she pulled the soiled
bikinis from the pile. Pushing them into her face she sniffed briefly
at them, inhaling her daughter's bodily odors greedily. She opened them
up and examined the crotch.
'Damn!" she thought. 'Not much at all!'
Wadding the panties up in her fist she ran quickly to the master
bathroom and locked herself in. Her cunt was flowing its thick juices
as she stripped completely and laid on her back across the floor. She
opened the panties and examined them more closely.
'Why does that girl have to wipe so damn thoroughly?' she asked
herself.
She eyed the crusted bottom of the panties, smiling at the small yellow
stain and thin brown stripe that ran behind it. She sniffed deliciously
at the remains of her daughter's waste before she shoved the panties in
her mouth.
"Mmmm" she moaned softly as the faint taste of urine spread across her
tongue. Her hand went to her drooling cunt and she started to frig
herself rapidly as she sucked on the soiled material. As she massaged
her swollen clit meat her thoughts went to her young daughter.
Sixteen-year-old Gretchen was one absolute living doll and Katrina had
the hots for her badly. There wasn't nearly a moment that went by when
they were together that Katrina wasn't having lewd, perverse thoughts
about the young girl. She thanked God that she had practiced self-
control when it came to Gretchen. The things she wanted to do to her
would surely have appalled the teenager and alienated her from her
mother.
There was no way that Katrina wanted Gretchen to know that she was a
lesbian, and especially what type of a lesbian she was. She had kept it
a secret for over three years and she wasn't going to blow it with a
momentary pang of hot lust. But Katrina's lover of two years had moved
away last year and since that time she had been unable to meet another
woman that brought out the same feelings that June had. Now they only
kept in touch with wicked emails to each other and for Katrina, they
just weren't enough.
Her desires completely focused on her teen daughter now, she pulled the
girl's panties from her mouth. Stretching the crotch out with both
hands and wetting her tongue she swiped it slowly up the brown strip,
leaving bittersweet traces of dried shit on her pallet. She drew the
shit section of material into her mouth and sucked wetly at it,
attempting to soak as much of the nasty flavor into her mouth as she
could.
Katrina's fingers resumed their playing between her legs, and soon, the
older woman was grunting loudly through an intense orgasm, the taste of
teen shit strong in her mouth.
When she finally pulled the panties out they were soaking wet with her
saliva. She stretched them out and finding they were sparkling clean,
at least in the crotch area, she dropped them to the floor.
Katrina lay on the floor for several minutes contemplating her problem.
She was a shit-eating, piss-drinking, submissive pussy slut. It wasn't
a problem for her. She had come to terms with her filthy perversions
some time ago and was quite happy fulfilling them when she could. But
now her affection was for her own daughter and she could not express it
in any way. She had found a very poor substitute for Gretchen's real
attentions through the girl's dirty underwear, but this fetish was
getting old quickly and she needed more.
As she dressed, Katrina tried to devise a subtle way of convincing
Gretchen to dump in a bucket or plate but could find no reasonable
excuse for asking the girl to do such a thing. Then it dawned on her!
Why hadn't she thought of it before? She finished dressing quickly and
went to the garage. Pulling a pair of heavy wire cutters from the
toolbox she raced back to her daughter's bathroom, and lifting the lid
on the toilet, she clipped the chain holding the flushing contraption
together. It fell down into the water and Katrina snipped it at the
bottom, removing it completely from the tank. She tested the flush
handle and was delighted to see that it did not function at all. She
repeated the procedure in her own bathroom and tossed both chains in
the trash.
Katrina paid close attention to her daughter's cycles, all of them. She
new when her menstrual cycle started and ended, the approximate time of
her daily bowel movements and the approximate number of times the girl
relieved her bladder. She had spent much time with her ear pressed
tight against the bathroom door, listening to the delicious sounds of
Gretchen's waste hitting the toilet water. Now it was just a matter of
time before she would have the real thing. Her belly trembled at the
thought of what was to come.