Mothers Dirty Little Secret (1)

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.

Gretchen bounced through the door at three o'clock and threw her books
onto the stairs.

"Hi, Mom." she said merrily. "Gotta run to the bathroom," she yelled as
she sped up the stairs.

Katrina waited for what seemed like hours before her daughter
reappeared in the kitchen.

"Mom!" Gretchen whined. "The toilet's broken in my bathroom."

"I'll have a look at it right now, sweetheart," she said, drying her
hands.

"Thanks mom! You're the best! I'm going to Cindy's house. I'll be back
in time for dinner."

With that Gretchen kissed her mother on the cheek and headed for the
front door.

Katrina walked as swiftly as she could back up the stairs, pulling her
clothes off as she went. Anticipation bubbled in her tummy and she
started to salivate, as she stood nude looking down into the toilet
bowl. She paused to gaze at it as if it were a work of art. At the
bottom of a golden yellow pool lay four of the most beautiful light
brown turds she had ever seen.

Kneeling before the porcelain stool she bent her head closer to the
rim. The bitter smell of fresh urine assaulted her nostrils, sending
luscious quivers of pleasure throughout her cunt. She cupped her hand
and dipped it into the pissy water, scooping up a small puddle and
sucking it into her mouth. Gretchen's piss was diluted too badly to get
the full taste of it, but Katrina at least got a sense of what her
daughter's golden nectar tasted like fresh from the faucet.

After several small drinks of toilet water, Katrina found herself ready
for the main course. Reaching to the bottom of the bowl her fingers
wrapped around the smallest of the turds and pulled it out. Sitting
back on her heals, Katrina sniffed at the firm little ball taking in
the sweet but nasty smell of her daughters waste.

"Ohhhh, at last!" she whimpered as she opened her mouth and pushed the
brown ball in.

Katrina allowed the turd to lie on her tongue for a few moments,
savoring the dirty taste in her mouth. Then, with a soft moan, she
pressed it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, squashing it
flat across her pallet. Bitter toilet water squirted from the wet shit
and filled her mouth with a nasty acrid taste. She swallowed the foul
liquid greedily, reveling in the nastiness of it.

The woman sucked deeply on the now sloppy clump of shit, moving it
around in her mouth. It soon became too goopy to control and she
swallowed the nasty waste. Her hands went to her cunt and immediately
started fucking and plucking. She was in heaven at last!

The second small piece of shit was devoured in a similar fashion to the
first, Katrina savoring every juicy bit of it as she finger- fucked
herself through an intense orgasm.

She gazed down at the third log of shit in the toilet with delight. The
first two had only been appetizers. This third, while not extremely
long was thick and full. Licking her brown stained lips, Katrina pulled
the delicious looking shit-morsel from the toilet and sucked it between
her teeth, causing them to turn brown as well. She pushed the log of
teen-scat in and out of her mouth as if it were a small brown cock,
licking at the tip of it constantly. She sensed the filthy taste as it
spread from her lips and tongue throughout her mouth.

Katrina worked the shit in her mouth until it was soft and pliable.
When she was pleased with the texture and warmth she had created she
pulled it out and began to smear brown trails over her body.

She wiped the phallus shaped turd across her cheeks, her nose, forehead
and mouth, leaving thick brown swatches of shit on her face. Katrina
covered her breasts and especially her tight brown nipples with her
daughter's excrement before sliding it down to her cunt.

Holding her hairy lips apart with one hand, she fed the remainder of
the fat shit log into her cunt, thrilling as it squished inside of her
fuck passage. Panting rapidly, with one hand fondling her shit- eating
pussy, Katrina dipped down for the final prize. She came up with the
best of the lot and groaned as she gazed at the last of Gretchen's
scat. It was longer than the third but not nearly as fat.

Katrina curled her hand up and pressed the brown shit log into a large
oval shape. Giving it one last, long, hungry look she shoved the entire
wad of crap into her mouth. She chewed slowly, savoring every rancid
bite. She stood clumsily to look at her shit-streaked body while she
gnawed at the turd in her mouth.

Katrina turned and stopped dead in her tracks almost passing out from
shock. She was staring right into the disgusted face of her daughter.
In her haste to devour Gretchen's shit she had forgotten to even close
the door. She tried to speak but her mouth was thick with shit and when
she opened it lumpy, brown spit spilled over her lips. Her
embarrassment overwhelmed her and she turned around to face the wall as
she chewed and swallowed the last of Gretchen's shit, gulping too large
of a piece and almost choking on it.

When she turned back, her daughter was gone. Katrina heard the front
door slam, as she stood alone in the bathroom.

Gretchen didn't come home that evening and Katrina spent a sleepless
night worrying about her daughter. Certainly the poor girl had been
shocked and disgusted at catching her mother in the filthy act of scat
consumption. She wondered if Gretchen would ever want to come home now
that she knew the truth about her mother.

* * *

Chapter Two

Katrina's heart jumped into her throat when she heard the front door
open at three o'clock the next day. Nervously she waited in the kitchen
for her daughter to make the first move and come to speak with her.

"Hi, Mom." Gretchen said in a cheery voice. "Hungry?"

Embarrassed, Katrina stared at the floor.

"You're mocking me," she said sadly.

"No, Mother, I'm not." the teen answered as she raised her mother's
chin with her hand, forcing her to look her in the eyes. "I just
thought that if you were going to eat shit, you might as well get it
directly from the oven."

"Are you serious?" Katrina asked, her eyes wide with surprise.

"Yes, completely serious, Mother!"

"I thought you would be disgusted with me for doing that."

"I was disgusted at first but after talking to Cindy about it and
thinking about it for a long time, I've accepted the fact that you're a
shit eater and I'd rather have it in the open than to have you secretly
fishing it out of toilets."

Katrina gasped at the knowledge that Gretchen had told Cindy about the
discovery.

"You told Cindy?" she asked.

"Yes. After all, she IS my best friend. But don't worry, Cindy took it
much better than I did. She had heard of women who like to eat shit.
She said they are mostly lesbians though. Is that true, Mom? Are you a
lesbian?"

"Yes, dear. I'm afraid so. I had hoped you would never find out about
me. I had hoped to protect you from the truth." Katrina's eyes went
back to the floor in shame.

"Well, shit, Mother. I don't care if you like to eat pussy. In fact,
Cindy, Karen and I have played around together every once in a while,
when we get really horny."

"You have?" Katrina gasped. She was thrilled with this news and finally
smiled at her daughter.

"Yes, we have. But I've never had the desire to eat shit. That's
disgusting and gross. But if it's shit you want, well, I've got plenty
to give."

"This is wonderful news!" the woman responded.

"Are you hungry for shit now, Mother?" Gretchen asked in a slightly
mocking voice. "If you are you had better come with me now because my
bowels and bladder are full and desperately need to be emptied.

With that said, Gretchen headed for her mother's bedroom with Katrina
hurrying close behind, her pussy starting to clutch inside of her.

When they reached the bedroom, mother and daughter stripped in silence,
Katrina not taking her eyes from her daughters delicious looking body.
Her breath caught in her throat as she eyed the small patch of soft
hair that barely covered her daughter's vulva. When Gretchen turned to
eye herself in the mirror, Katrina caught her first glimpse of the
teenager's delicious looking ass. It was soft and smooth and it pooched
out delightfully as if begging to be kissed.