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Myriam's Family Secret
It was a warm dry day, as Lisa slowly stood in line, waiting her turn to get onto the bus. The heat of the day forced beads of sweat to form onto her brow and face, almost as fast as she could wipe them away. But, this wetness was nothing compared to the strange wetness Lisa could feel gathering between her legs. She had woken late that morning, and had mere minutes to get herself up and dressed, before she was due to be on the bus off to school.
Unfortunately, this did not allow her to go through her normal morning, dressing and bathing that she always did before going off to school. She just didn't have time. She jumped out of bed, and quickly jumped into the shower, rushing to wash herself, and even put her make up on IN the shower. She had just barely enough time to notice the soft heavy feeling in her belly, from the enormous meal the night before. But, she knew there was no way in hell she would have time now to sit on the toilet, and wait for the waste to pass through the long expanse of her colon, so she decided to wait, and pray that she would have some time to sit, and enjoy herself at school. Unfortunately, as soon as Lisa got to school, she was stopped by her teacher, who had asked her the day before if she would be willing to sacrifice her lunch break to help set up for the school dance at the end of the week, and carelessly, Lisa agreed.
This decision, Lisa now regretted, as she stood in line, waiting to get onto the bus that would take her home, and she hoped, to the sanctity of her own private house.
Lisa stood and waited. Her feet unconsciously doing a little "holding it in" jig, as she gingerly took a step toward the bus. She had been doing this little wiggle squirm dance ever since lunch, she remembered, when the need had first hit her full on. She blushed as she stood in line, her face now bright red, and hot, as she remembered the enormous A-bomb like explosion of gas that had been emitted from her bowels, at the lunch table. "thank God" she had thought, when she realized that hardly anybody else was in the large auditorium where she took her lunch, between her feeble attempts at helping Mrs. Giovanni set up the dance floor.
Now, a full 4 hours since lunch, the feeling of fullness in her gut was incredible...almost painful, as she felt the weight of the enormous log of shit that was nestled in the warm moist depths of her bowels. But, as she stood there, and slowly inched her way into the bus, and down the long corridor, and to a final back row of seats, she had to admit, even with the pain in her stomach, the sensations were not altogether unpleasant. She could feel the smooth creamy wetness of her juices as they flowed from within her sex, almost being sucked from her, draining into her soft warm silken panties.
Again, she silently thanked an anonymous God underneath her breath, that she was the last in line, and no one was behind her to be able to see what she could only imagine to be a large puddle of dampness forming at the crotch of her jeans.
Lisa finally found a seat, and quickly stole it. She lay her book-bag down on the floor, and took position, laying prostrate, face up, her legs fully bent at the knees, her thighs and sex tightly squeezed together, as she struggled to hold in the still growing log of shit that was now threatening to expel itself from her body. As she lay, and closed her eyes, Lisa breathed deeply...She struggled through several long slow calming breaths. She could feel the sweat trickling down her brow, over her cheek, and finally drip off the back of her neck. At the same time, she felt a droplet of wetness trickle down the back of her soft pubes and nestle into the back of her crack.
Finally, after what seemed like an excruciatingly long time, Lisa's stop came. She quickly bolted upright, and grabbed her book-bag. Bolting quickly out the door of the bus, completely disregarding anyone who might be behind her, she let loose with a single, loud "PPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT" wet fart. She could hear the laughs and jeers of her classmates, as she bound up the stairs, now feeling safe and relaxed in the serenity of her familiar home. But, her torture was not to be ceased, she realized, as she bound quickly up the stairs, and down the long dark corridor, to the last doorway on the right. She could hear the sounds of her mother, Myriam, singing, and laughing to herself as she did the wash and put away freshly laundered clothes. Myriam was completely unaware of her daughter's predicament, as she stood in the young girl's bedroom, putting away the girl's clothes. Myriam called out to Lisa, as she caught a glimpse of a flash of light passing by the open doorway. "Lisa, hon...is that you?", Myriam called out, nonchalantly, not even expecting an answer. Lisa called out to her mother, as she bolted past the room, and slammed the bathroom door, "Yeah, it's me, mom."
Lisa finally found herself in the safety and privacy of her own home bathroom. She stopped, after having slammed and locked the door shut, to catch her breath. The breaths now coming staggered, almost painful as the air filled her lungs. It was times like these that Lisa wished she had never started smoking. Slowly, as Lisa's senses returned to her, and she was able to relax, she realized she had relaxed too much. Another, louder "PPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT" ripped through the bathroom, echoing off the cold shiny tile walls, and reverberating loudly, having nowhere to go.
Lisa quickly shed her T-shirt, and jeans, as she turned and quickly lowered her panties, to sit on the toilet. But, as she exposed the soft white cotton of her panties, and looked down, what she saw stunned her. There, laying nestled in the crotch of Lisa's panties, was an ENORMOUS, thick rich brown boulder of shit!!!
Lisa sat, stunned. She knew that her last fart had been a big one, but why had she not noticed the feces against her skin until just now. Slowly, Lisa raised herself up off the toilet seat, and grabbed a small mirror that had was sitting on the sink cabinet. Slowly, shyly, Lisa brought the mirror around back behind her. What she saw amazed her...shocked her...and yet...she found it...somehow, very arousing. Lisa was half hovering over the toilet, staring back at her own shit smeared bottom in the mirror. And even more to her surprise, Lisa was aroused even more by the sight than she had been by the feelings of her own fullness.
Lisa just stood there, staring at herself in the mirror for a moment, before, suddenly a knock came to the door. "Lisa, are you okay, honey?? Is something wrong??", Lisa's mother called through the door, having heard the loud explosion of a fart that Lisa had just sent flying through the air.
Myriam was in her early 30's, much too young to have a child of Lisa's age. But, she was young and stupid, and when she was a mere child of 16, she eloped and married her childhood sweetheart. But, the marriage did not last long. Myriam soon found herself bored with her married life. She had been well taken care of for the 5 years of the marriage, and was certainly in no need to work. But, the long hours at home bored the young adventurous woman to tears, so she began to go out and explore herself. It was not long before Myriam realized what was wrong. She was never meant to be married. She was, in fact, a lesbian. Myriam, being smarter and wiser than her run of the mill, "60 hours a day at work" business-man type husband, quickly filed for a divorce, and took her daughter, Lisa, then only 3 years old, and moved to California. It was in California where Myriam truly began to explore herself.
She had had a long string of unsuccessful girlfriends before finally venturing, one lonely bored night, into an S&M fetish club, where she met her now long time girlfriend Ginny. Lisa had grown up surrounded by her mother, and Myriam's girlfriends, and the whole thing never once phased her. She had, of course, been the object of many years of teasing from her school mates, but when Ginny finally moved in with Myriam, Lisa found it a huge relief, and thought herself lucky to have '2 mothers'. But, now, sitting there on the toilet, having to deal with her mother banging on the other side of the doorway, Lisa began to wish she was alone.
"I'm fine, Mom...Pleeeeease, don't come in....I'm on the potty!". Myriam stood on the other side of the door, nervous for her daughter. She couldn't understand why her daughter was suddenly shy. They had ALWAYS left the doors open, even when they were going to the bathroom. So, why now, all of a sudden, was Lisa shutting her out??
"Lisa, hon, I'm coming in" Myriam called, and before Lisa could stop her, Myriam had pushed open the door, and was standing in the doorway.
The sight before Myriam shocked her. She stood for several moments, trying to gather her thoughts, as she stared at her young daughter, sitting on the toilet, her panties all bunched up in a ball on the floor, with a huge turd of shit laying in them. But, what Myriam realized more than anything was that the sight she saw was arousing to her, more than anything. "Lisa, honey...what happened?? Are you sick to your stomach??", Myriam asked, her hand covering her mouth so as to try to hide her slightly amused smile.
Lisa shyly looked up. Her eyes filled with sudden gushes of tears, as a wash of embarrassment flowed over her. She barely was able to shake her head 'no' in response to her mother's query, before the sobs overcame her. Myriam stood there for a moment, gathering her thoughts. She couldn't let Lisa know that she was aroused, yet she desperately wanted to help her child clean up. She could feel the dampness in her own sex begin to seep, as she stood there and stared at her little girl's nakedness. She couldn't believe herself. She knew she was a lesbian, but never, in her life, had she ever thought of her daughter as being sexy. But she could not deny it any longer. Her little girl had grown into a beautiful young woman. Even the sight of the young girl's shit, somehow added to Myriam's arousal. She stood there, now slowly inching closer to her daughter, and just stared at the log, as it lay on the floor in a forgotten pile inside Lisa's panties. As Myriam looked closer, she could see the tiny flecks of white that speckled through out the large dark, almost black ball, which appeared to be nearly as big as a tennis ball, from Myriam's vantage point. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to both of them, Myriam spoke. "wow, hon...I...I'm sorry...is THAT what caused that huge explosion I heard??".
Lisa shyly looked up at her mother, her face flushed deep red with embarrassment, the tears still streaming down her cheeks. "yes...I...I just couldn't...I couldn't...hold it", Lisa exclaimed as another wave of tears burst through the dam, and flowed down her cheeks.
Myriam stepped up close, knelt beside Lisa, and placed a soft hand upon the girl's knee. She gasped softly, as she found her eyes drawn between Lisa's legs. There, nestled between the girl's strong, athletically muscular thighs, was her completely bare shaven vagina, the lips clearly moist and engorged from arousal. Myriam choked back her own arousal, and spoke "It's okay, dear...I understand....accidents happen...I've even had a few accidents in my time...they're nothing to be ashamed about".
Lisa looked shyly at her mother, as she took a few deep calming breaths, and wiped her tears. "But, Mom...you don't understand...I'm....I'm...horny now. Something, about being full...the pressure...the...almost pain...made me...wet..." Lisa looked up at her mother, then quickly covered her eyes in her hands again, ashamed to her very core, to even be talking about this with her own mother. 'what the hell possessed me to say that?', she thought to herself, as she sat there, her eyes suddenly drawn to the pile of shit on the floor.
Myriam slowly leant up, and whispered into Lisa's ear. "It's okay, honey...there's nothing wrong with being horny...girls your age are supposed to be horny". Myriam sat beside Lisa for a moment, took a wad of toilet paper from the roll beside her, and softly wiped the tears from Lisa's face. "Lisa, would you...like me to...help you clean up?", Myriam asked, suddenly finding herself wanting to get a better look at her little girl's bottom and sex-lips. Lisa looked up at her mother again, and cringed. Something in her mind started flashing red lights. "But, Mom...isn't that...incest? I mean...you'd be touching...my pu...um...privates". Myriam sat there and couldn't help but giggle to herself at her daughter's naiveté. "it's okay, honey...please...let me help you clean up". Before Lisa could resist or argue, Myriam had pulled herself up to stand, and moved over to the shower. She quickly turned on the warm water, and began to undress. She had been working all day, so she had decided to wear as few clothes as possible, so Myriam did not take long before her sweats and sweatshirt were in a pile on the floor. She had been in the habit of never wearing a bra, since the divorce, and she quickly shimmied out of her soft red silk panties. Slowly, the tall voluptuous woman, obviously to Lisa, still very much aware of her own body and sexuality, strode over and took Lisa's hands. The older woman slowly helped her daughter to stand, and the 2 young women slowly slunk into the shower. Myriam grabbed the soap, and began to lather her hands, Softly placing them to Lisa's soft bare bottom, she began to scrub, washing away the filthy residue of the girl's accident.
"Mom, when...how...did you know you were a lesbian?" Lisa shyly asked, as she leant forward slightly, allowing her legs to part. She could no longer resist the reality that she was hornier than she had ever been in her life, and it was all thanks to her mother.
Myriam laughed at the question, and quickly moved to stand, fully nude, now wet with the water from the shower, and stare at her daughter. "It was just before the divorce hon...but I think a part of me always KNEW I preferred women, I simply denied it until after I was married t your father," Myriam carried on, as she wrapped her arms around Lisa's waist and pulled her closer. The women now standing, their pelvises touching, Lisa found herself unable to resist, and began to undulate her hips, letting her soft silky smooth cunt rub against the coarse hairy bush of her mother. "But, Mom...how did you KNOW? I mean, for sure?"
Myriam smiled down at her daughter, her mind reeling with pride at her daughter's boldness, she begins to softly undulate her own hips in the same rhythm. The 2 women's bodies now writhing, almost dancing in a soft wet, erotic belly dance, as the water rained down on them, washing over their already hot steaming bodies. "It was when I kissed a woman first, Honey...why, do you think you're a lesbian too, dear?" Myriam's mind began to swoon, as her hand softly worked its way down and around Lisa's hip, between their bodies, and onto Lisa's cunt. Slowly, Gently, Myriam allowed her fingers to caress and glide over the girl's soft petal lips, as she stared down at her daughter in soft awe, the love and adoration flowing from her eyes and being shown in the movements of her hand.
Lisa simply responded, "Kiss me, Mom... please?"
THE END
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