The Toilet Club Ch. 03-05

"Gee, I don't know..." Mike hedged. But then he remembered his discovery of his Aunt's favorite fantasies in the Nancy Friday book and decided to go for broke.

"Maybe it has to do with the whole toilet thing."

"The toilet thing? What do you mean?" Mike could almost hear his Aunt smiling as she egged him on.

"Well, I get really horny when I think about women pissing and shitting!"

"My goodness!" Aunt Susan exclaimed wryly. "Who would have guessed? Did I make you horny this afternoon in the parking lot when I just had to go?"

"Fuck, yes!" Mike exclaimed. There, it was out.

"Hmmm." Aunt Susan paused to think a bit. "Well, it sounds like you and I are on the same wavelength. Thanks for being so honest with me, Mike. You won't regret it,

believe me!

"It sounds like it shouldn't shock you if I say that I share your enjoyment of "the toilet thing," as you called it. And that's definitely part of my problem. It was certainly my problem with Al!

"He doesn't like that stuff?" Mike asked.

"No sir! Al likes his sex straight 1-2-3, wham bam thank you M'am! He's actually a nice guy in many ways, but I kept wanting to broaden our love life a little and he really resisted. That's why we broke up last year, actually."

"And tonight?"

"Same problem. I really should have known better. I probably shouldn't have even proposed that he and I go out again, but, well, I've just been terribly horny lately and I thought that perhaps our time apart would have mellowed him out a bit. Ha! My mistake.

"So, anyway, Mike. I really appreciate your concern about me and I think it's good to have little talks like this from time to time. I feel much better now. Probably you ought to go back to your own bed for the night. That would be safest. From the sound of things, we're both in a rather horny state and share certain interests, and if we don't cool it, things could really get out of hand. I don't know about you but I don't want to end up in jail for corrupting my nephew!"

Mike sighed. He knew she was right - both legally and in terms of common sense. But that didn't make him feel any better. He felt so close and yet so far. Was this it, then? Just minutes ago he had felt on the verge of some amazing breakthrough with his Aunt and now she was sending him back to outer Siberia.

"Alright." Mike finally muttered. He got out of bed and stood for a moment looking down at his Aunt. His eyes had acclimated to the darkness and he could see the shape of her breasts as she leaned on one elbow. A painful erection was ballooning out the front of his pajama pants and frankly he didn't care if she could see it or not. She knew she turned him on and she was still sending him away.

Back to the old right hand, he thought. What a pain in the neck to be only eighteen.

ch. 05

"What have I gotten myself into?" Susan Compton thought to herself as she lay back on her bed. Fearing that things were on the verge of going seriously astray, she had just ordered her nephew, Mike, back to his bedroom after he had been nice enough to come and comfort her in her tears and disappointment. He was such a sweet kid - and such a precocious one! - that it had taken nearly all of her will power to send him away.

Conflicting impulses warred within Susan's belly. On the one hand it was obviously insane to even think about playing around with Mike. Not only was he her nephew but he was only eighteen. If anything happened between them and word ever got out, her life would be ruined - and his too!

On the other hand, what was the matter with a little teasing, a little peek-a-boo, a bit of risque fun? Nothing too serious, mind you. No actual organ-to-organ contact. That was clearly out of the question. But, my God, it had been over a year since she'd had a lover and the strain and loneliness were miserable. Wasn't it a sign of something - maybe fate? - that events had conspired to deliver this handsome young man right into her lap for the summer?

After all, as Mike had pointed out earlier, his mother *had* asked her to help pull him out of his shell. And let's face it, how often do you find someone, male or female, young or old, who shares your most secret desires? Almost never! And yet, here he was, just bursting with testosterone and a combination of kinkiness and innocence that was almost impossible to resist.

"Oh, Mike!" Susan moaned to herself as she threaded her fingers through the soft fur surrounding her pussy. God, she was wet! Despite the horrible scene with Al, the sexy discussion with Mike had reignited her desire and moistened her cunt. She tickled a finger up and down her dewy lips, spreading them and pinching them lightly. She coated her fingertips with her love juice and swirled them around her pulsing clit. God, she was hot. She was going to be very naughty - she could feel it building - and was just glad that she had made up the bed with the plastic sheets underneath. That had been an optimistic gesture for her date with Al. God, what a fiasco! But now she could feel the naughty urge building and she was glad she had done it anyway.

"Oh yes, Mike!" she whispered into the darkness. "We're going to make such a mess!"

Susan thought she could detect a faint rustling noise in the bathroom. That little voyeur! Was Mike in there again, lurking and hoping for a thrill? The thought just made her hotter. It did seem like he'd had a permanent erection since he first stepped off the bus the day before. Did he want a show so that he could beat off and ease his frustration? Well, she'd give him one to remember. It was the least she could do!

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Mike wasn't back in his room for more than five minutes when he had the strongest hunch. He knew from their discussion that his Aunt was feeling extremely horny. He also knew from her display earlier that day and from the marked pages in Forbidden Fantasies that she had strong urges towards exhibitionism and that she enjoyed turning him on. Was it likely then that she would simply send him away and then turn over and go to sleep herself? No way! Mike was willing to bet that she was going to find some way to get herself off before she turned in and probably get him off in the process. Sending him back to his room was part of the procedure - yeah, that was it!

Mike shed his pajamas and quietly opened the door into the bathroom. The door at the other end of the room was still half-open and in the dim light he could just make out her naked body spread out on her bed. His Aunt was lying with her legs apart and with her feet facing the bathroom door. Her knees were up and she was holding a large flesh-colored latex dildo that was molded into the shape of a rampant prick. She was rubbing the tip of the dildo back and forth along the juicy lips of her cunt and muttering loudly in a husky voice.

"Do you want to fuck my pussy, Mike? Would you like that? It would be wrong, you know. Very wrong. I'm your Aunt, I'm much too old for a young man like you. That's right, rub it. There, rub my clit. Oh fuck. Don't tell me you are going to actually put your prick in my cunt, are you? Oh, God, that feels so good!"

Mike's Aunt had penetrated her hairy beaver with the dildo and was slowly pumping it in and out. Mike's own cock was standing at attention and dripping precum like mad. He slicked his rod down with the viscous stuff and started jacking himself in rhythm to her strokes. Damn, she was horny! And calling his name, as well! It was all Mike could do to keep himself from running back in there and jumping in bed again. But that would probably spoil it, he figured. This was as good as he was going to get tonight.

"Mike, we're such a filthy pair, you and I. I'll bet you want to see my asshole," Aunt Susan chanted. Keeping the dildo buried in her snatch, she got up and knelt on all fours. Her oval cheeks faced Mike's watching post.

"That's right. Pry them apart. Stick your nose in there you naughty boy. Can you smell my anus? Does it smell good? Lick it, please. Lick my asshole, Mike! I need that. It feels so good! Ohhh!"

Aunt Susan had wet one of her fingers and was delicately probing around her asshole's hairy ring. Then she squished her finger tip into the puckered hole, stretching it juicily.

"Oh dear. Can you feel it? I'm afraid I have to go potty, Mikey. My ass is extremely full and your prick is making me have to go real bad. Should I go to the bathroom? No? You want me to shit right here in bed? You want to smell it and play with it? How disgusting! Where do you get these ideas? Oh God, here it comes. It's too late to stop now! I'm shitting, Mike. I'm shitting for you!"

Aunt Susan's anus bulged and the rounded tip of a nice firm turd exposed itself to view. The large dildo was crammed to the hilt in her voracious cunt and she madly strummed her clit. The brown bomber extruded itself from her butt in several short jerks and flopped onto the plastic sheet between her knees. Mike's Aunt grunted in ecstasy and a few small balls of dung powered out and then a dollop of gooey soft brown shit that looked like toothpaste squeezed from the tube. Even from the bathroom Mike could smell the heavy aroma of her feces. He redoubled his strokes.

"Oh fuck, Mike! That does it. I'm coming! I'm cominnnnggg!" Aunt Susan clenched her pussy around the dildo and pushed. It shot out of her snatch and onto the plastic sheet. In the throes of orgasm, Mike's Aunt let go and pissed a thick yellow stream of pee. It rained down on the turds and dildo, creating a terrific stench that filled the room. Mike's rod twitched one last time and erupted. He shot his wad all over the tiled bathroom floor and slouched back on the toilet seat, utterly spent. He was going to sleep well tonight after all.

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