At sixty-eight years of age, Mary could be described as motherly. She had short gray hair and wore glasses. She wasn't fat but was overweight with saggy breasts and a large bottom. Her body was typical of an older woman who had delivered five children.
Mary had now been a widow for almost five years. She married when she was eighteen then devoted her entire life to her husband and family.
After several months of mourning the loss of her husband, Mary knew it was time for her to get on with her life. The one positive thing she discovered from living alone was being able to get more in touch with herself. She hadn't done much of that during her forty-five years of marriage.
It was at a young age that Mary discovered she liked to poop in her pants. She liked how it felt and she also liked the smell of the mess in her underwear. As she sat in her pooped panties and inhaled the odor from her fresh bowel movement, she realized the smell was much more intense than when she did it in the toilet.
"Oh my, I can't believe what a stink I've made. I never knew I was this smelly."
From that very first time, whenever Mary pooped her pants she enjoyed the odor. Smelling the stink her body produced excited her. It wasn't long before she began referring to the delightfully smelly substance she enjoyed having in her pants as stink. For Mary, it seemed a much more descriptive term to use than calling it poop.
During her youth, Mary would secretly poop in her pants whenever she had the chance. She didn't know why but the naughty act made her feel good in her privates and she loved to do it.
Throughout her entire life including her forty-five years of marriage, Mary continued to poop in her pants whenever she would get an opportunity to do it. It wasn't often but on those rare occasions, she enjoyed it immensely.
There were even a few times after messing her pants that Mary got caught by her kids and used the excuse of having an accident. Although it was embarrassing for her, she also found it exciting having someone know she had made stink in her pants.
For many months after her husband's passing, Mary lost the desire for the pleasure she had enjoyed so often in her life. When she finally began feeling the need to move on with her life, it seemed that making a nice big mess in her pants was a good way to start.
As Mary enjoyed a bran muffin and coffee for breakfast, she had butterflies in her stomach thinking about what she was planning to do that morning. When she began feeling her usual need for a bowel movement her excitement increased.
Mary went into the bathroom and proceeded directly to the toilet. Just like many times before, she lifted her night gown then sat down while still wearing her panties. It had been a long time since she had last been in this position and she was giddy with excitement.
As Mary grunted, her bowels quickly emptied and warm soft mush spread out over her butt cheeks. The pleasurable feeling caused her to moan.
To Mary's delight, the air in the bathroom was instantly filled with that wonderful intense odor she had been missing. She breathed deeply and inhaled the aroma of fresh stink in her underpants.
Mary stood up and removed her nightgown. Her panties were hanging from the weight of the large creamy mess inside them. She waddled across the room to view herself in the mirror.
A brown stain was already visible on the large bulge in the seat of Mary's white nylon panties. She gently rubbed her hand over it as she looked over her shoulder at her big plump rump and inhaled the air around her.
"Oh my goodness, I made a stink in my pants. It smells and feels so good."
Mary pressed her fingers into the front of her panty and massaged her pleasure spot. She moaned as she gently rubbed herself. As her pleasure increased, Mary's moans got louder. She bit on her lower lip as the feeling from a wonderful orgasm shot through her body.
As Mary looked at her reflection in the mirror she saw the satisfaction in her face.
"Oh Mary, you are being so very naughty again. I just don't know what to think about a girl who stinks her pants and touches her privates. I do know that naughty girls like to sit in their stink and I am feeling very naughty today."
Mary waddled back to the toilet and put the lid down on the seat. She turned around and slowly lowered her butt until the bulge in her panties was just starting to touch the toilet seat lid.
Mary began moving her hips as she continued lowering her butt very slowly. She felt the warm creamy mess slowly spreading out over her butt cheeks as her bottom got closer to the seat.
The stimulating pleasure from having stink in her panty increased Mary's arousal. She spread her legs wide and couldn't resist from rubbing her fingers against her panty on her pleasure spot.
"Oh goodness, I love sitting in my stink!"
Mary rocked her hips back and forth as she enjoyed the pleasure she hadn't felt in a long time. Her body trembled and she squealed with delight as she was filled with the satisfying feeling from another intense orgasm.
After several minutes Mary sighed with contentment as she sat in her very messy underpants. The pleasure had been even better than what she remembered.
That night Mary wrote in her journal:
"It's been a wonderful day. The first thing I did this morning was make a stink in my pants! It's been so long since my last time. I can't even begin to describe the pleasure. I had forgotten how much I enjoy doing that. My stink was extremely creamy and I couldn't believe how much there was. And my panties were sooo full! It had a nice yellowish brown color. Seeing it in my underpants excited me. The lovely aroma excited me too. Sitting in my stink was extremely pleasurable and I admit to having more than one O. I loved it so much. There is no doubt I will be doing it again. Soon and often. I truly love to stink my pants!"
Over the next several months it again became a common occurrence for Mary to poop in her pants. She enjoyed the pleasure at least a few times every week. Her life seemed back to normal and she was ready to move on with it.
Throughout her entire lifetime, Mary had always done her own household cleaning chores. With her getting up in years and her income being more than sufficient, she decided the time had come to hire someone to clean her house.
Julie was a divorcee in her mid-fifties. She had lost her job a few years earlier and started her own cleaning business. Mary heard about her through friends and hired her. She had an opening in her schedule on Wednesdays that worked well for Mary.
During the hours when Julie would clean, Mary would usually be gone. On the days she stayed at home, she did her best to not get in the way. Over the first few months, the women had little time together but eventually they had more time for chit chat and got to know each other better.
About six months after Julie had started cleaning Mary's house, she inadvertently discovered her client's secret fetish for pooping her pants. It happened on a day when Mary was gone while Julie was dusting the furniture in her bedroom. Mary's journal was on the dresser and open to the previous day's writing.
When Julie picked up the journal to move it out of the way she couldn't resist her curiosity and read the entry Mary had made the prior evening.
"It was a very enjoyable Tuesday. The weather was beautiful and I was able to enjoy some time in my garden this afternoon. Making it even more enjoyable was being able to begin my day by making a nice stink in my pants. Oh my goodness, it was so big and messy. A delightfully creamy yellow brown stink that completely filled my underpants! It felt wonderful sitting in my big mushy pile. Such a wonderful O too! They're always the best when I'm sitting in my stink! I wore my messy panties for almost two hours. It was two hours of pure pleasure."
