[This is the tenth chapter of a series. You will likely enjoy reading this more if you read the earlier chapters first, but it can also be read on its own. There is spanking and incest, along with a good deal of play involving bodily functions, so if any of that offends you, please read no further. All characters are over 18.]
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It was very hard for me to proceed with my life after my encounter with Andrea. You might wonder what my problem was. After all, she had forgiven me for being found by her in flagrante with her fiancé, my brother Ken.
She was willing to let me off, I figured, because while she was disciplining me, which I had agreed that it was right for her to do, I started talking in a trance about how my mother had punished me.
So, she felt sorry for me. This, not surprisingly, didn't make me feel better. As the eldest of four, I definitely did not want to be the recipient of anyone's sympathy. I regarded my trance-like state when I said things from my subconscious self as a shamefully disclosed weakness. But there was no avoiding the fact that it clearly was playing a role in my life.
Jennifer, my mom, died a few months ago and left my youngest sister Joan in charge of our large house where all four of us -me, Ken, Emily, and Joan—resided with in Ken's case, his fiancée, Andrea, and in the case of the rest of us, with our live-in partners. While she was in charge, Jennifer had held weekly meetings where we paid for our failings by being disciplined by her. This included spanking and more severe punishment.
Joan was named to succeed her in this capacity. As the eldest, I might have been put out but I was grateful to the extent that I didn't want to be in charge when it meant punishing people. I've already had run-ins with Joanie, who has spanked and caned me, but we've pretty much resolved things, as I have with everybody, including Andrea, who had the most reason to be angry with me.
When I was being punished by Andrea, and I was still naked from when she discovered me fucking Ken, I must have acted like I was being punished by Jennifer, and I apparently pleaded with her to stop and that I would do whatever she wanted, including licking her between her legs.
Andrea was taken aback by my mutterings and ended the punishment with the two of us reconciling with warm hugging and kisses.
However, my having made what you might call my disclosure under fire, since Andrea was spanking me at the time, did upset me and make me recall the awful experience with my mom.
It all began not when I was growing up but ten years ago, when I was 22. Dad had died and Mom was in charge. She began having the weekly meetings and we would be spanked regularly. However, she would spank me in private and then make me service her by going down on her and licking her hairy quim and yes, licking her bottom-hole deeply. She even made me clean her with my mouth after she had used the toilet.
I'm not sure I realized at the time how this had freaked me out because I had had a nice life up until then. I had just graduated from college where I had all the sex I wanted, with both a bunch of guys I liked and also with my sorority pals. Now I was working and living at home because it was nice to have all your expenses covered since Dad had left Mom a heck of an estate and our large house, which had separate apartments, in effect, for each of us.
Mom started having me stay with her in her rooms after the weekly meeting. She would have me take her panties down and lick her to orgasm. She came powerfully, like I do, probably because we are large women, not overweight but with big frames. She had me sleep with her and she would tease me a lot, including using her finger in my hiney hole to "check my oil," to use her term. This meant her fingering me anally to find out if I was about to have a bowel movement. Sometimes she would diaper me or put me in incontinence panties and make me go in my diaper or panties.
I felt more and more like the sex slave I was becoming. When Mom suddenly passed away in her sleep, I was lost for a time because I was one of those people who miss their tormenters when released from captivity. I asked my brother Ken if I could stay with him until I got myself together. And yes, I told him about what Jennifer had been doing to me.
He was nice to me because of that and because we had always gotten along well. I slept in his bed and it didn't take too long before we were having sex. You know by now that our family is virulently incestuous. I adore my brother and we have continued to fuck even after he became enamored of Andrea and then engaged to her, which he is now.
I started looking for some partners to wean myself from my relations with Ken. I had a girlfriend, Clarice, and then met a guy named Frank. They both were great in bed and we three would enjoy ourselves together in my rooms. One day, however, I came upon them fucking without me and I immediately decided that this was a no go, so I evicted them on the spot.
So now I'm on my own again and when Ken was available one afternoon, we got it on in his bed and everything was copasetic until Andrea burst in on us. Andy is gorgeous, a lithe blonde, and she is an incredibly nice person. I don't think I would have forgiven me so promptly if I had been in her shoes.
It has turned out, though, that she is like me in that she enjoys being with girls as well as guys. Today she visited me, and we spent a few hours together. We do share plenty of interests, but we soon had our panties pulled down and our mouths savoring each other between our legs. I just loved the feel of her tongue on my labia and clit. I think she was amazed at how deeply I could get my tongue into both her cunt and her asshole.
We took off our bras and had so much pleasure fondling and loving each other's boobs. I had worried that Andrea might not share all my kinks, but it turned out that she nodded to me when I mentioned that I needed to use the little girls' room. We walked hand in hand to my capacious bathroom and I deferred to my guest, allowing her to sit down first and spread her legs as I watched her pee come out of her shaved pussy. Then she announced that she needed to "make a doody." I was first surprised but then charmed by her using the childish term—something Jennifer had made me do, but in her case, to humiliate me.
I sat on the edge of the tub and watched as she turned round on the toilet so that her bottom was facing out. She leaned upward so that I could actually see her little puckered hole. Soon enough, I saw the brown tip of her thick movement edge out and then slide rapidly from her anus. It plopped into the bowl water. After it was clear she had finished, I came over and gently wiped her bottom hole with toilet paper. The paper came out almost completely clean.
We decided to take a bath together, so I ran the water for us. Once we were in the tub together, we each began cleaning the other. I carefully rinsed her vulva and her lower body completely and she reciprocated. Then she took me by surprise and suggested that she "check my oil." For a moment, that phrase conjured up the image of my mother and I blanched in remembering her embarrassing me by poking her finger into me to feel for whether I would soon need to do Number Two. But Andrea first kissed my anal rosette and tongued it, finally bringing a lubed finger to penetrate my opening and press as far in as possible.
"Oh wow, Jilly, I feel it!" she joyfully cried as she kissed me on the mouth. "You're going to make a doody too!"
There was so much excitement and delight in her voice that it carried me along with it. I stayed in the tub but turned round so my bottom was staring her in the face, and I sort of squatted so that she would be right up close to my hole. Then I let out some farts and bowel noises (we all make them although many of us wish we didn't and try to avoid recognizing it), then I felt my turd edging its way out of my anus.
"Oh there it comes, Jilly," Andrea gushed as she cupped her palms right under the emerging movement to catch it when it finally tailed off (I made a great effort not to clench and cut it off before it was all the way out). When she caught it, she wanted to show it to me, so I sat back down in the water and we both admired the product of digestive tract.
"Are we sick puppies or just charmingly kinky?" Andy speculated with a broad smile.
"It's hard not to conclude we are weirdos when we admire each other's doo-doo and hold onto them," I suggested.
She stepped out of the tub for a moment and walked over to the bowl and deposited my lovely bowel movement into the toilet and flushed.
Then I stepped out and she wrapped a fresh towel around my frame as I grasped on to enclose her inside. We performed our after-bath rituals and gradually put our clothes back on.
"This is definitely a great way to let our hair down when we get home from work," Andy commented.
