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What Mothers Are For
Chapter 1
Joan's daughter, Kate, was a fussy eater as a child. She would not go near fruit or anything vaguely containing fiber, which led to dreadful constipation. At the age of five, Kate had an aversion to going to the toilet. Poor Joan used to spend a lot of time that she could ill afford, bent over her young daughter helping her shit. It was a messy business. Often she would have to stick in her fingers to retrieve the hard lumps of shit that were backed up in Kate's colon. Fortunately, after about a year of this, Kate's appetites changed and her bowels started to move more regularly. Soon Joan was no longer aware of when and where Kate took herself off to the toilet.
It was not until much later, when Kate was fifteen, and they were on holiday, that the constipation re-appeared. Kate was having a dreadful time and late one afternoon she called to her mom to help her. Joan, who'd been relaxing on the bed reading a book while her husband and son were out playing golf, went to the toilet door and asked what the problem was.
"Mom, it hurts and it won't come out!" said Kate, obviously in some pain.
Joan tried to open the door but it was locked.
"Let me in then," she said.
Reluctantly Kate crouched forward from her seat on the toilet and unlocked the door. Joan entered the small room and looked down at her daughter. Kate looked miserable. Her short summer dress was hiked up round her waist, her white cotton panties were round her ankles and she was soaked with sweat.
She looked up at Joan, with pleading in her eyes. "It hurts mom!" she said, tears in her eyes.
Joan wasn't quite sure what to do but her old instincts took over.
"Lean forward!" she commanded and Kate, red-faced, obediently did so.
Joan tried to look at Kate's bottom but the dress kept flopping down every time she tried to lift it out of the way. Frustrated she told Kate to remove it. Kate obliged, pulling it off over her head. She now sat naked on the toilet seat. Her breasts were still relatively undeveloped and she wore no bra. Once more Joan made her daughter lean forward so she could inspect her bottom.
Sticking out of her anus, stretching it an obviously painful way, was the tip of a hard, dark turd. The lips at the edge of Kate's anus were red and rolled back around the tip of the monster. Joan felt instant sympathy for her poor daughter's plight.
"Hold on darling, I'm going to try and get it out," she said.
"Mom, don't!" pleaded Kate, mortified with shame and embarrassment.
Joan was not looking forward to dealing with this and her daughter's squeamishness was not helping.
"Just hold still and try and push when I tell you to," she replied.
Much to her daughter's further discomfort Joan slid a finger and thumb either side of the projecting turd in order to get some leverage on it. It was a difficult task and as her fingers pressed deeper, Kate started moaning in despair and tried to move away from the invading fingers.
"SIT STILL!" yelled her mother.
Kate clutched the edges of the toilet seat and tried to stay still as her mother's fingers probed her tight anus.
With a few more probes and another few fingers Joan had now managed to get something of a hold on the monster turd.
"Push!" she told her daughter and started to pull at the same time. The turd came out about another third, which only made things worse for poor Kate. Her tight anus was now hideously distended. Joan grabbed the emerging part and tried to rotate and pull at the same time. It was no good, it was obvious that a thicker part needed to emerge too. Getting a grip she pushed slightly then pulled a bit. This seemed to work. Pushing and pulling she could see that a little bit more was emerging. Kate was now panting frantically. Almost hyperventilating.
"Come on darling," said Joan soothingly. "Not much more now."
Kate seemed to relax as Joan eased into the push/pull rhythm. Joan could see her daughter's the anal lips rolling in and out with the movement. Kate was now reduced to a rhythmic soft moan. With a sudden horrible thought Joan realized that the thick dark turd looked like some kind of horrible black dildo fucking a tight vagina; she was fucking her own daughter's tight anus with a turd!
As though suddenly seeing from outside the situation Joan was now embarrassed to be crouching behind her daughter, pumping a very thick turd in an out of her bottom but she had little choice but to continue. But there was more. There was something more than just embarrassment at the act, there was pleasure too. The not unpleasant dank smell of the turd, the feel of it in her fingers, the power she felt pushing it in and out of her own daughter's anus. And what about Kate? Those moans were not simply of pain. There was something more complex there too. Joan pushed the turd in more savagely than before and Kate bucked a little but continued her soft moans. Joan realized that the little bitch was enjoying this too! What a slut! With one savage yank she pulled the enormous turd from her daughter's anus, watching with satisfaction as the red lips opened then closed over the monstrous offering. She dropped it in the toilet bowl where it promptly lodged itself then stood quickly to wash her hands. Kate collapsed on the seat, sobbing gently with pain and shame.
Joan addressed her sharply. "You better be more careful what you eat next time young lady!"
Chapter 2
Joan went back to her bedroom, her mind reeling with the images of her daughter's tight little anus stretched to breaking around the huge turd. My god, how perverted must she be to have started to enjoy that? Joan wondered this about herself as well as her daughter.
She did not expect to see Kate again so soon but Kate limped into the bedroom looking red-faced and ashamed.
"I'm sorry mom," she said.
"That's ok darling, that's what mother's are for. Are you feeling ok?"
"Better now but my poor bottom is very sore."
"Is it bleeding?"
"I don't think so."
"Better put some cream on it anyway."
"Do you have some?"
Joan reached into her suitcase and pulled out her medical kit. She found a tube of soothing cream and without really thinking told Kate to bend over. Kate, still in agony and grateful for any relief climbed on the bed and knelt down on all fours. Joan lifted her daughter's dress and lay the hem across her back. Facing her was her daughter's panty-clad buttocks. She peeled down the white cotton panties until they were round Kate's knees. The sight that lay before here was quite magnificent. The mounds of her daughter's gorgeous ass rose before her and between them, in the dark, wispy-haired crack lay her sore anus. Joan found herself strangely relishing the vision of her daughter's buttocks spread before her. Guiltily she enjoyed the sight a few moments more as she spread some of the cream on her fingers. She felt herself trembling slightly. Managing to get a few words out she asked Kate to spread her legs a little further apart. This had the effect of opening up the buttocks a little, revealing Kate's forbidden little hole.
Joan put her cream-covered fingers on that forbidden place and felt Kate shudder as she did so. As she started to massage the cream up and down her daughter's little anus she felt a delicious, perverse, wicked pleasure overtake her. Her daughter too was unmistakably moving her hips in response to her ministrations.
"How does that feel," Joan asked, innocently.
"Mmm, yeah, great," said Kate, sounding a little vague. "Please don't stop yet."
So Joan continued, massaging around her daughter's sore anus. Joan had the sudden crazy impulse to strip off her own clothes that were clinging to her and rub her own pussy but she resisted. Later, she told herself, later, I'm going to frig myself into oblivion. She fixed the image of her fingers pressing against her daughter's tight anus so she would remember it clearly as she did so.
In a tiny voice Kate said, "It hurts inside too."
Joan couldn't quite believe it. Was her daughter saying that she wanted her mother's fingers inside her as well? For her own part she was longing to do it. She wanted to feel her finger slip inside that tight red ring. Experimentally, just with the tiniest of touches she let the tip of her middle finger slip into the crack. Kate immediately responded by thrusting back against it, almost as if her anus wanted to swallow her mom's finger. Joan let it and inexorably the finger slid in up to the first joint and then the knuckle. Kate quivered slightly, working against the finger. Joan could not believe her daughter's shameless self-pleasurement and stuck in another finger. This did not deter Kate at all and soon Joan found herself with three then four fingers deep in her darling daughter's anus. Joan's anus twitched in response; she wished she too could be filled in such an enviable way. Finally she slid her creamy fingers from her daughter's anus and Kate slumped forward on the bed.
"That was great mom, it feels much better now," she said dreamily.
Chapter 3
Joan did not get time for the masturbation session he had promised herself. Tom and James, her husband and son came back before she'd had a chance so that night she contented herself with some spirited lovemaking, thinking all the time about her daughter's perfect little anus. She covertly sniffed her fingers during their lovemaking - mmmm, she could still smell her.
She wanted her anus touched too but Tom was so conservative he would never touch anywhere near he anus, no matter how much she tried to maneuver herself.
The next day Joan assumed things would be as normal again but in the afternoon, when Tom & James had gone out again, Kate shyly came to her and asked for more cream as her bottom was slightly sore. Later Joan thought she should have told her to put it on herself.
She should have told her to go away. She should have said anything but "OK". In reality she wanted to see those glorious buttocks again, displayed before her, waiting on her touch. She wanted to see her daughter's perfect little tight anus stretched wide around her fingers. And she did. This time Kate had not even bothered to wear panties.
This was the pattern for the rest of the holiday. If Tom and James were out, Kate would sidle up to her mother and would ask for some 'bottom care' and Joan would drop whatever she was doing and oblige. Even when Tom and James stayed in they would go off to the bathroom to be alone for a thirty-minute session. Both pretended it was treatment; both knew they were embarking upon an unholy relationship but no words were ever said.
Joan thought it may all stop when they flew home. Maybe it had all been a strange kind of holiday happening. But a day later Kate came into her bedroom and, without a word, climbed on the bed and stuck her pert little bottom in the air, ready for her mother's help. Joan was unable to resist. After all, she thought, that's what mothers are for....
THE END