What began by fits and starts the summer before exploded ecstatically into final form at the beginning of this summer. Michelle and I have always been close, especially since my husband, her father was killed in an accident several years ago. As she got older, especially after her 18th birthday, I began fantasizing about her in carnal ways: how sexy she looked, how sensual it would be holding her, kissing her breasts, tonguing her pussy and tasting her juices. I had several lovers, women and men, and often imagined Michelle becoming, not just another, but a special, heart-of-my-heart companion. Many an evening last summer and throughout her first year at college I fingered myself in bed before drifting off to sleep, fantasizing that Michelle was next to me and we were caressing and kissing and licking each other everywhere, propelling each other from one climax to the next. Once, near the end of summer vacation during a nighttime thunderstorm, I came this close to initiating something sexual with her, but she seemed very distracted and I decided she wasn't ready.
Shortly after that she went off to college and despite my masturbatory evenings imagining us together driving each other wild, I thought that might be all I'd be left with. But something happened, and when she came home after freshman year at the beginning of this summer, she displayed an eagerness to spend as much time with me as she could. This, of course, I found thrilling and did everything to ensure would continue. I often found my imagination running free, and that's when I saw everything we did in a sensual sexy light.
One day, while we were discussing openly our "love lives," something not unusual for us, she told me she had met a girl at college whom she liked and had sex with who told her all about the flaming sexual relationship she had with her mother. This intrigued Michelle to no end. It triggered memories of what had been developing the summer before with us. (So, she had noticed!) That explained the excessive hugging, the mornings she crawled into bed with me, the girly heart-to-hearts she initiated with me. And that allowed me to deduce she was thinking along the same lines I had been, too. I felt it was as if she were saying to me, "Yes, this kind of relationship is something that fascinates me, is what I want, too, but I shouldn't be the one to initiate it; that, Mother, is up to you."
Okay, I decided, assuming my guess was right, I would. Two weeks after summer vacation began, when we were sitting on the couch watching a movie, I leaned over and kissed her, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. It was a deep tongue-dueling kiss, followed quickly by my other hand caressing her right breast. She made no protest, but wanted more. I gave her more, lots more, first on the couch and then in my bed. And thus we became lovers.
But, as I've already strongly alluded to, by the end of the summer we also became something even more. It's that development, for the most part, I'm going to relate in the following narrative.
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About a week or so before I was to take Michelle back to school, I got some vacation time at work and asked her if, before heading back to the scholastic grind, she'd like going to the shore to take in some sun and sand, spend some sexy time together in a different setting. We had been intimate lovers for weeks already, and I thought this would be a special treat for both of us. She agreed to the plan, and I went online and booked a motel room (one queen-size bed) for us for two nights. We each packed a small suitcase of things we wanted to bring.
"Make sure you bring that turquoise bikini you wear for sunbathing on the patio," she mentioned to me. "You look really hot in that." I knew which one she meant and had to admit she was right. It didn't leave too much to the imagination. But for a 40-something-year-old mother, my body was in excellent shape; I push the tape measure at 36-27-37, pert tits, a solid ass, well-toned in most places, no flab to speak of.
"I'm sure you have one even tinier," I said, and then quizzically added, laughing, "Are you hoping we get hit on while we're there? Are you planning on leading your mother astray?"
"That'll be the day," she kidded back. "We know who does the leading astray around here."
Realizing she was referring to our becoming sexually involved earlier in the summer, I said, "You're not sorry, I hope? You've never given any indication if you are."
"Fuck no, I'm not sorry for anything. I love you, love what we have, think about you, us, all the time. Frankly, I don't want anything to interfere with us being together, especially at the beach."
"Okay," I smiled. "When my nearly invisible bikini and I start attracting interested parties like moths around a flame, I'll just tell them to fuck off. My daughter's got her claws in me now and I'm all hers."
"You're joking, as usual," she sighed.
I reached out and took her in my arms. "No way, sweetie. Nothing could keep me from you, that lovely sexy body of yours that I want to devour every time I look at you." I kissed her and led her to my bed. We sat on the edge, half facing each other and kissed again. I put my hand on her bare thigh (she was wearing short-shorts and a buttoned top) and caressed her gently.
"Shouldn't we finish packing?" she inquired, though not very convincingly.
"I suppose we could," I answered. "However, a short break might be in order, don't you think?"
"Yep," she giggled, as she began unbuttoning her blouse, "leading me astray once again. You just can't help yourself. How did I get so lucky?"
After unzipping and stepping out of the sundress I was wearing, I yanked her shorts off and pushed her back on the bed. Both of us being naked now, I crawled on top of her, my knees straddling her hips, and buried my face in her tits. I flattened myself out over her so my pussy was against hers. Her small pennant shaped bush rubbed against my rectangular one sending sparks through my cunt. I couldn't wait to get my tongue in her juicy slit, and I maneuvered lower until my mouth was in her bush. I grabbed some of her hair with my lips and pulled, which made her open her legs wide as if being operated by a pull-cord. Her nectar smelled sweet and tasted delicious as it gushed out of her onto my invading tongue. I pushed my tongue deep inside of her aiming for her clit.
She raised her legs and pulled them back exposing her asshole to me. "Go ahead, Mama Dearest, worship my asshole, lick it, eat it. I know how much doing those things turns you on. Do it!" I saw her sphincter gape and close taunting me, and I moved my mouth in quickly to lick it. If only she knew what I craved the most from her ass! I was able to tongue her hole only a few times when, using her athleticism, she spun herself around by her hips onto her stomach, snapping her legs shut so only her tightly closed ass crack showed.
"Sorry, Mommy," she cooed, "all closed up now, no more asshole for you!" And she laughed. Then she continued, "Better go back and eat my cunt instead. That was great. I bet you can make me come again."
"Why you little mean bitch," I said, drawing each word out as long as I could, also laughing. Before I got the last word out, she raised her ass like a flower opening in my face, and tilted it so her cunt was right at face level. I dived into it with my entire mouth, washing my face in her cunt juice. I felt her gently rock back and forth and suddenly she spasmed, basking in another orgasm.
We rested for a few minutes and then I shimmied up her body while flipping her onto her back and arranged my pussy over her mouth. "Your turn, sweetheart," I insisted. "Remind me how talented that tongue of yours is." I didn't have to wait long. I slid my cunt across her face, my juices spilling out onto her. Her tongue danced around my clit driving me crazy.
"Harder, babe," I implored her. "Right where your tongue is now, but harder. Oh fuck! That's it!" My climax built up quickly and then popped, sending me over the edge. I felt myself squirt onto her face making her giggle and complain about needing a life preserver. I chuckled, too, and then rolled off of her, lowering my face onto hers licking up my squirt and kissing her.
"We can finish packing now if you want," I said after a lengthy silence in each other's arms.
"Fuck it," she responded, snuggling deeper into my boobs. "Let's just go naked the whole time."
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The next day we were on our way to the shore. I had no ulterior motive for what happened during our mini vacation, had no notion of introducing her to scatting. It wasn't until certain things began to unfold that all of it fell into place.
We checked into the motel early in the afternoon and changed into our bikinis. We packed a small carry-all with two beach towels to lie on, suntan lotion, and a few other items. The last things we grabbed were our sunglasses and two floppy straw hats, one for each of us. Just before we left, we looked at each other, commenting how hot we both looked.
"Look out, Claxton Beach," I said, "I don't know if you're ready for these two bikini-clad babes."
Michelle chuckled. "We'll just fight off the throngs if we have to."
"Fling off our thongs, did you say? Really, Michelle, what am I going to do with you!" This had us laughing and we were soon out the door headed for the beach.
We spent the rest of the afternoon on the beach. We slathered each other everywhere with sunscreen, spending longer than needed tending to each other's thighs and what was exposed of our ass cheeks, which was quite a lot. Mostly we lay on our stomachs side-by-side with our legs intertwining in the air, talking mainly about some of the other bikini-clad women we saw or hunky men, joking about their cocks under their bathing trunks and what they would feel or even taste like. I forgot she was my daughter and more like my scat friends Rita or Francene as we became bolder in our chatting. What we talked about never approached what they and I would get into, like fingering and tonguing their assholes or much filthier practices, but it was extremely hot as far as mother-daughter exchanges went.
"How about we take a walk on the boardwalk," I suggested after a bit, suddenly feeling the need to move my legs. "I'll buy us each an ice cream cone. Let's see how many eyes we can turn, feel the stares lasering through our bikinis devouring us." We both loved the idea, of course, knowing it would bring on the usual power rush, all those eyes on us. At one point we were standing along the railing looking at the ocean, and some of my ice cream dripped off my cone and onto my chest at the top of my cleavage. Before I could wipe it off, Michelle saw it and instantly reached over with her tongue and licked me clean. It was so sexy and daring and didn't go unnoticed by others standing nearby. I felt my bikini bottoms become damp, and wished there was some way she could use that tongue on my slit and not just my cleavage.
I promised Michelle I would take her to a nice restaurant for dinner, and we returned to the motel to change. I asked if she wanted to shower first, thinking that might lead us into making love, but she said she "was starving" and would wait until later. I had to smile over that, the pangs of her empty stomach taking precedence over any urges she might be harboring a few inches lower. Maybe she was just better at prioritizing than I was.
We dressed and fifteen minutes later we had fixed our hair and makeup and were ready to leave. The restaurant was on the other side of town, so we took a cab. The food was excellent, and we both stuffed ourselves, even electing to have dessert. For a second I thought I would suggest we go to a club, but then remembered the clubs around there wouldn't admit anyone under 21. It was a beautiful evening so we decided to spend a little more time on the boardwalk.
We walked in our bare feet along the boardwalk, afraid our heels would become wedged between the slats. Once two guys stopped us and asked if we'd like to go to a party a few blocks away, but before I could shoo them off, Michelle latched onto my arm and told them we already had plans to attend a party, "a private party just for two." Then she kissed me. They countered by saying there was a party just about every night, and if not tonight, how about tomorrow or the next night, but she told them we'd be gone by then. My panties were now drenched, and after they finally left, I ushered my daughter to a secluded spot that seemed bathed in shadows, threw my arms around her, and kissed her, my tongue diving halfway down her throat.
"That was beautiful, love," I said. "I need you in that motel room, naked, right this minute."
"It's about time," she retorted. "I've seen enough of this boardwalk for one day."
The first thing we did when we got back to the room was take that shower we had postponed earlier. We hugged each other and lathered one another's body with soap freely. I rubbed my hands over her breasts to her pussy and between her legs. I slid my fingers through her well-trimmed bush into her sopping pussy. She was very wet and I thrust my digits deep inside of her. She soaped my tits up with her hands and then sucked my nipples after rinsing them off. I knelt and licked her cunt tasting her, making her moan. She raised her foot onto the soap tray, opening herself up more so I could lick her deeper. I pushed my tongue far into her cunt, her secretions flowing onto my face. She was delicious, and I wanted more of her. I was dying to turn her around so I could explore her ass crack, tongue her asshole, my anal cravings being the most powerful for me.
But I suddenly felt a big dollop of shampoo being squirted onto my hair, and I stood up. I took the shampoo bottle and did the same to her and we lathered each other's hair, which was very sexy and sensual. We kissed several times, our tongues dancing with each other. Finally, we rinsed the soap and shampoo off us and we got out.
I noticed that the balconies to all the rooms were separated by a partition, so I motioned to Michelle to come onto our balcony with me. The air was warm, but not sticky humid as it often is at the shore, and we held each other, allowing our towels to fall to the floor. We stood at the far edge looking toward the boardwalk, naked in each other's arms, wondering if anyone could see us from below. I ran my hand across her ass cheeks, now quite dry, and into her crack. Then we went inside and onto the bed.
Both of us were suddenly overcome with impatience, the need to be holding and touching each other. We fell into a side-by-side bear hug, and then Michelle rolled me onto my back and mashed her lips onto mine, her tongue tearing into my mouth. I ran my hands down her back and grabbed both her ass cheeks, pulling her cunt onto mine. I ground her cunt into me and then she maneuvered so she could scissor me, cunt to cunt. We fucked each other hard as we pinched and palmed each other's nipples and tits, and quickly we had our first orgasms, Michelle collapsing on top of me.
After the scores of times we'd made love over the last two months, our bodies were familiar with each other. She knew exactly what to do with her mouth and fingers to give me the greatest pleasure, knew how to move her body so her demands, verbal and silent, could be met. She claimed ownership of every part of my body and insisted I do the same with hers. She knew of my anal fixation, how I loved having my asshole fingered and tongued and me doing the same to her. I knew exactly how hard and long to suck her left tit to drive her to the verge of coming, how she loved to have her toes sucked. We would 69, tongue to cunt and then tongue to asshole, almost twisting ourselves into pretzels to accomplish it. She would rake my nips with her tongue as my fingers plowed into her sopping cunt. We were amazing together, just fucking amazing!
We wanted to soar, and soar we did. Neither of us was afraid or hesitant to feel and lick each other everywhere, to crawl and slither over each other, trying one position after another. We made each other come several times, soft rolling waves sometimes, hard and thunderous explosions at others. The tongue-lashings she gave my clit were unbelievable as both her hands massaged my tits and pinched my nipples; she could make me come in seconds, it seemed, my juices spreading across her face. Each time she would raise her face after sending me over the precipice, all radiant and smiling, her lips and chin drenched with my cunt slime, and I would sit up quickly to lick it off and kiss her deeply. I had her get on her knees and spread her legs wide, and I proceeded to lap her from cunt to asshole; she moaned seductively as my tongue circled her anus and pushed its way inside.
"Your tongue feels so wonderful in my ass," she murmured to me, her hand busily caressing her sopping cunt at the same time, "so deep, so wet. Fuck me there with your tongue, it's so fucking hot and I fucking love it! Keep fucking me there, I'm gonna come again!" I was overjoyed she was on board with one of my own favorite acts of pleasure-giving, and I plowed my tongue up her pliant delicious ass until she spasmed and collapsed on the bed. With my tongue withdrawn, I draped myself half over her back, my face next to hers, and kissed her lips, pushing my tongue through them. As usual she sucked my tongue, unconcerned with what taste she'd encounter.
We remained naked and in bed and mainly in each other's arms. We talked and made plans for the next day, cuddled, and fondled and kissed when we couldn't resist. Mother and daughter enjoying each other without restraint. Finally, she said she was exhausted and turned on her side. I spooned her from behind, my pussy rubbing against her naked ass. I told her I loved her and how happy I was we were together like we were. She pulled my arm, which I had draped over her, in closer, and mumbled, "Shh, I'm trying to sleep." I smiled to myself. Yes, she was my lover now, but would always be my daughter.
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Late the next morning we drove to a wildlife refuge not far away so Michelle could check out some bird habitats. Environmental studies were something she was contemplating majoring in at college, so this I would chalk up to our "practical" time together. But that wasn't 100 percent true, because we found a deserted trail leading into a swamp and decided it would be the perfect time to call a brief halt to our exploring, take our clothes off, and get in the back seat of the car and fuck each other silly. We started off with Michelle straddling my lap as we kissed each other's tits, to me lying on my back, my feet kicking at the carpeted interior roof as she ate my pussy out, to finally our assuming a 69 position, me on top, our tongues performing magic on each other's clit, our fingers fucking one another's asshole. Any birds in the vicinity would have heard some unusual sounds for that area emanating from our car, not to mention the sight of two females in the throes of sexually pleasuring each other. Not being much of a nature person myself, when we left the refuge, I had a much greater appreciation for the place than before we arrived.
We spent the rest of the afternoon at the beach again, this time in a more secluded area. As we did the day before, we lay side by side mainly on our bellies, our feet and calves touching, our arms interlocked at the elbow. But instead of commenting on other women in their skimpy bikinis or wondering what magnificent fuck tools were hidden beneath the thin bathing trunk fabrics of some of the men, we talked about us. When we weren't talking, we were kissing, first surreptitiously, then more brazenly. We thought about removing our tops, but there were just enough people around to make that too risky.
As the afternoon wore on, another thought began to form in my imagination. There is a secret component to my sex life that very few people, maybe a dozen or so, know about. I've hinted at it here a few times, as I'm sure you've noticed. It's a fetish that I crave, have craved ever since my husband introduced me to it. Basically, almost all people find it disgusting and difficult to even think about, but for those of us who, for whatever reason, find a passion for it, an earthshattering need to engage in it, it's the most exhilarating sexual act imaginable. I'm referring to the scat fetish. Several of my favorite lovers and I are consumed by this practice, and many of these people are well-known to my daughter, though she knows nothing about their (our) love of scat. I began to imagine what it would be like if Michelle was introduced to this fetish and was enraptured by it. The likelihood of that happening was small, I knew, but seeing how adventurous and confident she was sexually, it made me wonder if it just might be possible. I wasn't exactly obsessing about it, but it was never far from my thoughts, either.
Late in the afternoon I asked Michelle to think about what she might want for dinner and I could look for a place online.
"Rather than go out," she said, "why don't we pick up something and bring it back to the motel, eat out on the balcony. Maybe get some wine."
"What kind of food do you want?"
"There's an Asian place across the street from the motel. Maybe we could get some stir fry or teriyaki chicken and rice."
"Okay. And there's a liquor store right next to it."
"I know. That's why I said it."
I laughed. "Well, I guess a little wine should be okay."
"Of course," responded Michelle. "We should toast the joys we've shared this summer. Need wine for that, right?"
After a little while longer lying on the beach, we gathered up our belongings and made our way to the Asian takeout place, ordered what we wanted, and while my daughter waited for it, I went next door and bought a couple of bottles of white wine.
Back at the motel we ate our supper at the small table on the balcony, drinking the wine as well. The food disappeared quickly, though there was still plenty of wine left. There was an oversized wooden chaise lounge with cushions on the balcony, and we cuddled together on it, sipping more of the wine. By now it was beginning to get dark, and we decided to strip naked. The wine was starting to make me feel very mellow, but Michelle, who had a bit more than I had, was becoming rather soused.
People in the adjacent room suddenly came out onto their balcony; we could hear them but not see them because of the partition between each balcony. We decided to go back in the room anyway. We were laughing and stumbling our way in when simultaneously we let it be known we needed to use the bathroom, like immediately. We both made a beeline (actually a very crooked, staggering lurch) for the bathroom, with Michelle reaching the toilet first. Suddenly filthy thoughts began crossing my mind, similar to the ones I was having earlier on the beach. I was imagining a scat scene, and at the center of it were Michelle and I smearing each other with shit we had just deposited on each other. What the fuck! We had cleared the hurdle of becoming intimate lovers only a handful of weeks ago; was I being insane to think I could surmount this next one so quickly? Was I more inebriated than I thought?
"You better hurry up, girl," I said to her, partly in jest but mostly in desperation. "I really have to go, and it's not just pee!"
"I'll probably take forever to go if you're going to stay in here with me," she warned.
Feigning shock, I cried, "After all we've done together you can't pee or take a shit in front of me? Unbelievable!" And then, as if my mind just snapped and I had no clue what I was doing, maybe thinking for a second I was with Francene or Rita, I put a leg up on the cabinet surrounding the sink, held my ass over the basin, and shit right in it.
Half expecting to hear Francene's or Rita's voice chastising me for shitting in the sink and not on them, instead it was Michelle's I heard groaning and laughing at the same time. "Oooh, that's fucking gross! Why didn't you tell me you had to go that bad and I would have let you sit! That poop really stinks! Yuck!"
"Does it, really?" I asked, still floating in my dream world. "I rather like that smell, truth be told."
"Oh, Mom," she barked. "What are you saying? You must be even more sloshed than I am."
Yeah, I was flying pretty high, but I knew what I was saying. It was probably a combination of being drunk, naked, in the bathroom, the smell, and the huge pile of shit that filled the sink that caused me to do what I did next. With my imagination soaring, my cravings taking full control, I reached a hand into the shit in the sink, scooped up some, and wiped it on my tits. I moaned in ecstasy, almost collapsing to the floor, before kneeling, and continued to smear my tits with shit.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Michelle snapped. "Why are you wiping that shit all over you? Oh, my God!"
"Oh, Michelle," I stammered, completely engrossed in my own desires. "Oh, that feels so fucking wonderful, I can't tell you how good that feels, how fantastic it is," and I grabbed another handful from the sink and spread it over more of my body down to my pussy. I was breathing hard now, lost in sensations.
"Did you shit yet?" I asked her, my hands spreading my waste all around my neck now. "I mean, do you even have to shit? I hope you do."
She stared at me, dumbfounded. "No, I mean yes, I do, but no, not yet, but any moment now...."
"Good. Trust me and don't be frightened," I begged her, though I wished I didn't say frightened because that would probably scare the shit out of her. "Stay positive, okay? Slide forward off the seat and squat; I'm going to put my hands under you and I want you to shit in them."
"What! That's crazy!"
"Please, Michelle," I implored her. "For me. Do it for me. I want this, need this. Please!" I hoped I wasn't sounding like a lunatic but was having my doubts.
"That's crazy!" she yelled again. "I don't understand...."
"DO IT!" I yelled back at her. "DO IT, FOR FUCK'S SAKE! DO IT, I BEG YOU!"
She hesitated a few seconds longer and then slid forward off the seat into a squatting position over the white tiled floor. I quickly placed my hands beneath her ass, and a dark brown log snaked out of her into them. It was at least six inches long and was followed by another one only a tad shorter. It took a good half minute for her to complete her defecation, and I tried to encourage and soothe her with words the whole time, telling her how much I wanted this, craved it, loved it. She said nothing, perhaps concentrating on her task at hand, though I could feel her eyes lasering on me trying to fathom what was happening.
When she was done, I gently, lovingly collapsed my fingers around her deposit, enraptured by it texture and warmth. I lifted my hands to my nose and sniffed deeply. It actually smelled quite mild compared to mine in the sink.
"Less stinky than mine," I said to her, grinning. "Don't you agree?" I pushed my hands nearer to her face, but not too close. She pulled her face back slightly, but managed to smell anyway. That gesture spoke volumes to me, though I realized all the pages might still be blank.
"I guess," she said nervously. "I can't think straight, all that wine. What, are you going to do now?"
What I really wanted to do, and oh so desperately, was take the handful of her shit I held and run my tongue all through it and then smoosh it in my face and wipe it all over my lips and tongue and cheeks until I was covered in a thick layer of it. For a start. What I did instead was say, "This," and wiped it on the front of my body, adding it to my own poop. It was a lot and very creamy and spread deliciously across my skin. I was in ecstasy.
"Oh, for chrissake, Mom," she bemoaned. "Why? How can you do that? Putting all that shit on your body like that."
Screwing up all my courage, I replied, "I could never explain it to you, how sexy and explosive it feels. How could I tell you how the feel of it, the smell, the sheer filth of it ignites my pussy so I come almost instantly? I feel an orgasm getting ready to explode right now. Don't you want to feel for yourself? Just a little? I know nothing in this world that feels better, more powerful than this."
She said nothing, but kept her eyes directly on me. I was asking too much too soon, being totally unreasonable. To take a step back before advancing is sometimes a good strategy, so I said, "I see the smell doesn't bother you. You've only made one comment so far, and that seemed half in jest."
"No, it doesn't bother me. It's almost sweet, but in an overpowering way."
"Fuck, it is, isn't it, love? It's pretty smelly in here now, and you're handling it fine. It's something many people can't get past." I continued to smear the shit over my body, on my arms and thighs and between my legs. It took all my efforts not to spread some on my face, but I thought that would be too upsetting for Michelle to see.
"Get past to what?" she suddenly asked.
I looked away from her down to my outstretched arms. "I don't know, just to get past encountering it."
"I know you, Mom, you're up to something. You keep rubbing that shit on you. You want me to do the same!"
Meeting her gaze again, I said, "Your curiosity about all this must be stronger than your disgust or you would have fled this room already." I had half expected her to do that at the beginning, but she never did. Now I was reminding her she still had that option, but still she remained, sitting on the floor, her back against the toilet.
"You've mesmerized me, I'm frozen to the spot beyond my control watching you."
"Bullshit. I'm not foolish enough to say you love what you see, but your curiosity is piqued. You're wondering how and what and why." I held my hands up. "Let me rub my hands on your tits so you can see what I mean. The shower is right there and you can wash it off immediately if it disgusts you."
"You really want me to do it, don't you?" she blurted. "You've showed me so much these last two months, how we've shared our bodies, become lovers, mother and daughter. And now this."
Her words startled me: they sounded like an accusation, a reproach that I was leading her down some awful path. "I hope you don't think I forced you to do any of the things we've done, done and enjoyed immensely, as you've told me. I will not make you do anything you don't want to. Including this."
"No, I'm not blaming you for anything. I have no regrets and love what's happened... so far."
"I'm glad to hear that. I will always be honest with you. And honestly, this" (and I pointed to my shit-smeared body so there'd be no mistake) "is something I engage in, my friends and lovers, many of them, this is something we do with each other and love and could never do without. I have lovers who are not part of this, and we are still lovers; we could still be intimate lovers, you and I, if you decide scatting is not for you."
"But there would be a missing component between us," she acknowledged.
"I would still love you and want to be with you."
A long silence ensued. Finally, she said, "I don't want to be afraid to try everything with you, knowing there's an exit plan. Let's see if I can love scatting as much as you." I could almost see the wheels in her head spinning fiercely as she mulled over her decision. There seemed to be a lot more going on inside her than what appeared on the surface.
"Good," I declared. I got to my knees and continued, "Perhaps we should start slow. Why not take your fingers and rub them on my thigh and get them dirty a little. See what it feels like."
To my complete and utter surprise, she rolled her eyes and berated me by saying, "I'm not a baby, Mom. I'd rather put my hands on your tits." Again, I thought there must be thoughts deep inside her that were pushing her in a forward direction, perhaps fantasies of her own.
I couldn't help laughing. "Are you bullshitting me here? Are you going to tell me next you're an old hand at this and you're just stringing me along?"
"Hardly," she replied, but seriously. "I don't know what's happening, except you don't look as disgusting to me anymore like you did at first. It feels weird."
"Well, if you want to touch my tits, I'm not going to stop you, now or ever." I pulled my shoulders back making my boobs jut forward. She hesitated for a moment and then placed her hands on them. Her fingers squished through the mess, the shit seeping up between them. I waited for her to retch and perhaps even puke, but nothing like that happened. In fact, she began to massage my tits just as she had done earlier on the balcony and at the wildlife refuge. The scat gods seemed to be looking down and giving us their blessing.
She was really getting into it, rubbing her hands all over my tits and scissoring my nipples with her now totally filthy fingers. What my next move would be just leaped into my head, whereupon I acted on it immediately. I grabbed her wrists and lifted her hands off my tits, and pushed my chest onto hers, giving her tits a good sloshing until they were almost as covered in shit as mine. I did this for only about five seconds and then pulled away. She looked down at herself and the large brown smudge that coated her. I let go of her hands and to my utter thrill she placed them on her tits and began smearing the shit all over them. She seemed enthralled by the whole thing and stared at her hands and tits for a long time before lifting her eyes to mine. The look in her eyes indicated surprise, elation, and most of all relief.
Not prepared to have a scat session (one of the few times in my life this has occurred), we remained lying on the bathroom floor massaging each other with our treasure. I finally couldn't resist anymore and rubbed a handful on my face. Michelle groaned in disgust, of course, but it was more for show rather than being sincerely grossed out. A short while later she even asked me to put some on her face, too. As our spreading covered more and more of our bodies, it was hard not keeping the floor from becoming a shitty mess, which we had no way to clean up later. So with that, combined with a need for both of us to pee, we decided to move into the tub. This restricted our movement, but we could smear each other on both sides of our bodies now at will, especially our asses.
We had never peed on one another before, but both of us were thrilled with the idea. Michelle wanted to go first and must have been holding it a long time because she fire-hosed me pretty good, drenching me head to toe. I pointed to my mouth hoping she would take the hint, and she filled it up several times, most of which I was able to swallow. Her pee was clear and only slightly salty. When it was my turn, she raised her legs so I could aim directly on her cunt and asshole, and then had me finish by giving her a few mouthfuls. Here was another activity we would be able to add to our repertory, watersports.
I debated with myself just how far I should go with Michelle this first time scatting together, and decided I needed to at least show her one of my favorite things: having scat in my mouth, tasting it. Shortly after peeing on each other, I lay down half on top of her, smeared the remnants of a log I had in my hand on her left tit, and then licked it all around her nipple. She would see what I was doing right away, and expected there would be a reaction on her part.
And react she did, and rather quickly, issuing a low growl. "Just when I think we've hit the limits of these behaviors, you show me something new. In your mouth, too? How am I supposed to wrap my head around..."
"I know what you're thinking," I said, "and my advice is not to go down that road -- all it will do is make you feel guilty and wonder what the fuck must be wrong with you to be doing this. You don't want to tear yourself down, but use it to make yourself soar. All the shit people go through to climb Mt. Everest or finish an Ironman, that's what makes the task so significant and enrapturing. That's what works for every scat lover I know, too. Again, some can't go there, it's just too hard. But what I'm showing you now is essential for me. Would you like to try it?"
"Maybe just a little," Michelle responded, also sitting up facing me.
"Okay. Remember I love you, and you can change your mind anytime."
"I said I didn't want to be afraid to try anything with you, so let's do it." She was putting on a brave face, which was half the battle, and I was proud of her, regardless of the outcome.
I found a nugget about the size of a mini Mars candy bar and told her I'd put it on her lips like lipstick. Remember her cheeks and forehead had already been smeared with shit as had most of her body. I finished my task in seconds and bent close into her to give her a kiss. I waited to see if she would French kiss me; it took a while, but finally her tongue pushed through my lips. Our tongue tips touched and she quickly withdrew hers.
"I'm still not tasting much of anything," she announced. "I suppose I should be grateful."
"Would you like me to spread some of this nugget on your tongue?"
"My mother the sadist," she joked, and I laughed with her. This was going as well as I could want: smoothly, calmly, and positively. She was hesitant at first, but soon allowed me to put a piece of the nugget on her tongue, which she played with in her mouth before spitting it out.
"Okay, now the taste is coming through loud and clear," she uttered. "It's pretty yucky, but not what I expected. It's like dirt, but not gritty. A mix of spices that maybe were on the verge of spoiling."
"Everyone seems to describe it differently, sort of. You tasted it, though, that's the main thing."
This seemed to give what we were up to a seal of approval, and for the next hour or so we remained in the tub caressing each other with our shit, peeing again, tasting some more (especially me as I insisted on eating Michelle's asshole out after burying it in our poop), and making each other come. Cleanup took a while, but was at least confined to the tub. We showered thoroughly and spent the rest of the night in each other's arms. By noon the next day we were on the road heading home.
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There were only a few days left after we returned home before I had to take Michelle to college. We agreed to spend as much time together as we could. We continued sleeping naked together every night, establishing a very strong foundation of intimacy between us. Whatever doubts she may have harbored regarding having a sexual relationship with me, her mother, she had come to terms with, and it would not hinder her. We had spoken about having another scat session before she would leave for school, and we decided on the night. I told her about refraining from having a bowel movement beforehand and gave her a laxative to take. Of course, she accused me of treating her like a baby, which made me smile inside; she may be developing cravings and desires for things most in the world would consider depraved, but she was perfectly "normal" in other ways.
I prepared my bed for scat play with a plastic drop cloth over which I placed a cotton sheet, a few soft comforters, and towels. In two days I would take her to college, so I thought I would treat her to a nice dinner before our scat session. Our conversation altered as the meal progressed, going from mother-daughter to lover-lover: we became very playful and risqué, almost as if we were back at the beach again gossiping about the sexy looking people we observed. Only most of it was about the dirty fun we would soon engage in.
"If we overeat will it make us shit more?" she joked, and later pondered, "This sauce on the chicken is on the spicy side; I wonder if it will make my poop really stink?"
"Don't worry," I told her, "the stinkier the better," and she cracked up laughing. Rather uncouth things to be discussing at the dinner table, perhaps, but they created a very relaxed and sexy mood.
In fact, by the time we got home, we were both more than ready to begin. She said she'd been thinking about this since we left the motel days ago and had herself hyped up to do everything I hoped she would. Again, I told her she didn't have to do anything she didn't feel 100 percent comfortable doing, she could stop at any time. She saluted me, like a private to a sergeant, and laughed again, her eyes beaming. "Just try to stop me!"
She started grabbing me and kissing me before we were halfway into the living room. I kissed her back and dragged her into the bedroom. Or did she drag me? Either way, it wasn't long before we were kneeling on the bed trying to take our clothes off while hugging and kissing each other at the same time. Finally, we were naked and collapsed on the bed in each other's arms. Michelle was more passionate than I'd ever seen her, her arms swallowing me, her lips kissing me everywhere. We got into a 69 and licked each other's pussy, bringing each other to fantastic heights. She suddenly turned around and laid on top of me, kissing my breasts and then my mouth.
She smiled at me and said, "You and that fucking laxative, I really need to shit now. I can't wait much longer, even worse than at the motel."
At a fever pitch of excitement myself, I declared, "Turn around and put your ass over my tits, take a dump all over my tits, okay?"
She began to turn around and while doing so said, "On your body? Just poop on your body."
"No, not just on my body. On my tits, love, shit all over my tits. Hurry, or I'm going to have you do it in my mouth." I was getting very turned on now and starting to lose control of my emotions.
"Really? In your mouth? You'd want me to shit in your mouth?"
Flabbergasted by her cluelessness at first, it dawned on me she was up to something. "You're just toying with me, aren't you?" I gushed, laughing. "You want to shit in my mouth! Yes, go ahead and do it. I'd fucking love it!"
"Why didn't you just say so?" she chuckled. She moved back a few more inches angling her ass over my chin. She farted once and giggled, saying "Oops, sorry!" which I responded to by playfully biting her ass cheek and shoving my tongue in her shithole. Then I could feel her turd emerge, and I lined my mouth up with it. It was soft but solid enough to hold its log shape and dove into my mouth, totally filling it. This was thrilling beyond description, and I could already feel an orgasm building inside of me. Her log was so long that when it broke off it landed on my cheek and almost to my ear. Then she moved forward a few inches and deposited another log on my tits. My hands immediately reached for it to begin wiping it over myself.
Michelle got off me and knelt, looking in my face. "Just as I've been picturing it for the last two days," she announced. She put her face close to mine and sniffed deeply. "The smell has gone from never bothering me to I totally love it," she said, "I'm really glad about that." Finally, she took the log out of my mouth and held it.
"Do I taste as good as last time at the motel?" she asked.
"Just as good," I answered. "Better." She seemed to be debating with herself what to do, so I added noncommittally, "Go ahead, see for yourself." She finally made up her mind and stuck her tongue out and touched it to the turd, moving her tongue over it. I wanted to cheer her, but I didn't want to embarrass her, either.
"Care to kiss me?" I asked, sticking my tongue out, figuring it was pretty brown and dirty from when her turd was in there. After only a brief hesitation, she did, putting her lips on my tongue and sucking it, her tongue dancing all over mine. Her lips were now brown like mine, which delighted us both, and we were soon busy spreading her shit all over us. She had produced so much that her poop went a long way covering much of us. She was a good partner and was soon elbow deep in shit like I was, smearing it all around. She said she really loved the way it felt on her skin, so oozy and mushy and, well, shitty. That had tremendous appeal, the filth of it combined with the richness.
We were having a wonderful time! I, of course, soon was covering my face, and when she noticed me doing it started to do the same. Before long she had her face well covered, and had even streaked some in her blondish hair. I loved stroking her tits and then licking her nipples, filling my mouth with her shit before dribbling it out. She asked if I swallowed it, and I told her some of it, that it was inevitable, but usually not too much if I could help it.
I had her sit cross-legged facing each other, and then, to get her closer to me, wrapped my legs around her waist so we were pussy-to-pussy. I caressed her face with my filthy hands, covering spots with shit she had missed. Her face and some of her hair were completely and smoothly coated with shit, and she looked ravishing. Then I kissed her on the lips. A piece of her log had fallen to the bed and I picked it up and rolled it in my hand. When it was about four inches long and a couple of inches around, I put it in my mouth and sucked it like a cock. She watched me, and after I sucked it for a while, I took it and held it in front of her mouth.
"Wanna suck some with me?" I asked. She hesitated for only a second, and then opened her mouth. I put the turd in, just an inch of it or so, and she held it there with her lips and teeth, not spitting it out. I smiled at her, saying, "Good girl!" and let her hold it with her own hand. I put my own lips to it and shared it with her.
"I have some good news," I said to her.
"What's that?"
"It's my turn to poop now."
"I was wondering about that," she smiled, "and thought maybe you forgot or couldn't go. I wouldn't mind having more shit to play in. There are parts of us that are still uncovered."
"You want the full treatment, huh," I kidded her. "Sounds good to me, too. Full smear coming up."
"Do it on my pussy," she insisted. "I want to feel it all over my pussy and on my ass, too. Make it nice and creamy."
"Gotcha," I barked drolly. "Nice and creamy on its way." I squatted over her pussy facing her feet and released an impressive turd, fat and juicy, that crackled as it exited my sphincter. It curled in a half-circle across her bush. I delivered a second log, less impressive than the first, that fell atop the first. When I finished, I turned around to admire my creation and instinctively bent down to smell and, of course, lick it. My tongue moved across the pile from one end to the other.
"You really enjoy tasting poop, don't you," Michelle said happily, holding herself up on her elbows.
"Yes, I do," I replied. "I told you that at the motel, and I meant it sincerely. I love it."
"Let me taste yours," she said. I broke some off and brought it to her mouth. I put it in and then with one hand she pulled my head towards her and we shit-kissed, a really messy kiss that blackened our lips and chin. We dribbled and she said, "I think I love it, too." I was thrilled and hugged her and said she was an amazing budding scat queen, and to reward her I was going to spread my shit all over her pussy and ass and lick her asshole and then her cunt until she came. She screamed with joy and said I should hurry up and do it. Which, of course, I did, only I didn't stop until she came twice.
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Two days later I was driving her back to college. The mood in the car fluctuated wildly from deep gloom because we were going to miss each other so much, to excited glee reminiscing about all we'd done so far and how soon would it be before we would be together again for the next session. She wanted me to stop somewhere so she could shit for me in a gallon size Ziploc bag I could then take home and smear all over my body and suck on, all the while thinking about her. I told her it was a great idea, but then realized we had no bags with us. We had a wonderful outrageous drive that afternoon, crazy filthy scat talk most of the way.
I told her about my scat friends, some of whom she already knew, as I've said, which blew her mind. She begged me to include her when I was with them again, the thought of all those people and all that shit being spread all over "has my panties soaking wet right now," she said. "Want to taste them?" She was wearing a short skirt and before I could say anything, she had them off and was stuffing them in my mouth as I drove. They tasted delicious.
Those same panties are washed and neatly folded next to me as I write this. I'm thinking of putting them on myself the next time I see her and filling them with several creamy logs fresh from my ass. "Want to taste them?" I'll ask her, and, of course, she'll say "Yes" and tell me how delicious they are. Then we'll start getting each other as filthy as possible, my daughter and I, and take each other to the most ecstatic heights we know. That's how it's all playing out in my mind, anyway. Maybe it'll be even better when we're together.