Relative Relief

I’m Will, an 18-year-old girl with brown long hair and nice body. I have normal size breasts, not too small and not too large (some men will think they can never be too large). Let me be honest, writing these stories I am always way too horny and wet to be patient and describe details that really don’t matter a fuck. So I will always make a point of cutting through the bullshit.

I have a 42-year-old father (Randy) whom today is still attractive, same goes for my 38-year-old mother (Veronica), who has grown wider around the hips but that’s as far as it goes. I have a 16-year-old sister (Angelique) and 15-year-old kid brother (Ron).

Myself I’m bisexual and my family knows and accepts. My brother sometimes teases me with it and my sister sometimes seems to feel awkward, but that always fades soon.

This is the story about my discovery of several hidden desires of both my family and me.

It was a Thursday night in a random month when I walked into the bathroom to wash my hands after I had been finger fucking my pussy and ass in my bedroom. As I walked in, I found my mother sitting on the toilet taking a piss. Since my brother was out and my mother isn’t embarrassed to be found in this situation by my father or me and my sister, she hadn’t bothered to lock the door. So I walked over to the sink, and started to wash my hands. As I did this, I couldn’t deny the sounds of my mother pissing. The hissing sound as her yellow liquid shot from her urethra and the splashing sound as it hit against the porcelain did something to me I’d never experienced before. I had been in the bathroom before when my mother was on the toilet but something was… exciting me this time. The thought of my mother on the bowl, with a strong stream of warm piss shooting from her cunt, the smell, and not least the fact that it was my own mother… made that itching, warm feeling return to my pussy, even though I had been frigging it for over 30 minutes just a few minutes ago.

As I washed my hands I concentrated on the sounds and smells of my mother, and when I suddenly heard her let go of an incredibly loud fart, I barely managed to suppress a shiver. The odor of her butt gas was filling the room and it was driving me crazy.

“I’m sorry, Will. I couldn’t hold back,” my mother apologized.

“Don’t worry about it, mom,” I replied, “This is the right place to do that.”

“Yeah but I feel bad doing it when you’re here.”

“Mom, if I cared, I wouldn’t get in here when you’re relieving yourself.”

“You know, I have to do number two too, but I’m afraid the smell will drive you away,” my mother said with a sense of humor.

“Mom, no smell of yours would drive me away. You’re my mother, I love all of you AND your smells.”

That sentence had more meaning than I intended it to have, but whether my mother noticed the undercurrent of those words or not, she gave me the impression to be convinced.

“Well, okay. Here goes then.”

After another fart was shot from her butt, I heard the distinct crackling sound of a thick turd forcing it’s way out. I could barely contain myself, and I started looking at the reflection of my shitting mom in the mirror. Although not clearly, I saw the shadow of a thick turd, that was lowering down from between her legs. The scent of her shit drove me over the wall and all I could think of was how much I wanted to just sit in front of her and watch that brown log being squeezed from her hairy asshole (I know it’s hairy, I’ve seen it from time to time when changing clothes).