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Tricia the Trashcan, by Raphael Rake
Chapter 9: The Brown Hand (Fg, ped, inc, spank, anal, fist, scat)
Tricia's naked dash back to her house was more exhilarating than the first time, since she was almost delirious with lust from her morning with Lisa. She ran, but not as fast as before, since a growing part of her wanted to be seen, wanted to feel the shame and anxiety of being discovered. But it was a quiet morning in her neighbourhood, so her mingled fears and hopes were not realised, and she slipped through her front door undetected.
She leaned back against the door with her heart pounding, took a moment to catch her breath, then reached behind the shoe rack for the clothes she'd left there earlier. She found nothing.
"Looking for something?" said a voice, and Tricia whipped around to see her mother sitting naked on the couch with Tricia's clothes beside her. Her stomach plunged, which somehow increased the warm tingling in her loins, but she tried hard to act casual.
"Oh yeah, there they are." said Tricia, her voice not quite hiding her nervousness. The awkward silence hung in the air for a few moments before Tricia, desperate to change the subject, remembered the jar in her hand.
"Lisa wanted you to have these." she said, handing it to her mother, "We both ate a couple, and she wanted you to have some to eat too."
"That was very thoughtful of her," said Suzy, holding up the jar and watching the cockroaches skittering over each other. "I'll have to thank her the next time I see her. What else did you two get up to today?"
"Well, when I went over I spied on Lisa while she was pooping, then she took me down to the basement and..." Tricia babbled out her account of her morning, but most of her attention was on her mother. Suzy grabbed a cockroach from the jar, nonchalantly popped it in her mouth, and chewed it contemplatively, like she was trying an exotic new dish. The sight turned Tricia on, and she began rubbing her pussy as she told her story. She rubbed even harder when Suzy grabbed the second and dunked it into her own pussy, coating it with her sticky juices before eating it with even more relish than the first.
"And then I made her lick her own poop off my fingers, and then I came home..." trailed off Tricia, suddenly reminded of her naughty and possibly punishment-worthy behavior. Her hands stopped rubbing and she swayed nervously, afraid but also a bit excited by what her mother might do.
"I'm glad you had a good time at Lisa's house," said Suzy finally, "But I told you to put clothes on and you disobeyed me, so you're going to have to be punished." She patted her lap imperiously, and Tricia laid herself across her mother's legs. Though she was dreading her imminent spanking, she also noticed how nice it felt to have her skin touching her mother's, with no clothes between them. She squirmed slightly, and found that her nipples rubbed delightfully against her mother's thigh as she did, so she kept doing it.
Suzy was glad to feel the hard points pressing into her leg, and she let Tricia stimulate herself for a few moments, but she had a punishment to deal out and she wanted to get to it. Without warning she landed a hard spank on her distracted daughter's ass, making her yelp and instinctively jerk away. But Suzy instantly wrapped her hand around her daughter's throat and pulled her back into position, spanking her again with her other hand. This time Tricia didn't jerk, and only let out a strangled gasp.
Tricia had never felt so utterly defenceless. Her mother's hand felt like a collar and any will she had to resist drained away. With each spank a stinging pain bloomed across her tender buns and they grew redder and redder, but she only moaned, feeling the pressure on her throat with every breath. The fire burning in her ass seemed to be spreading all over her body, exciting every nerve, and she was losing herself in the flood of sensations.
Suzy, on the other hand, was paying close attention to her daughter, and was having mixed feelings about the effects of her spanking. She was delighted that Tricia was turning out to be such a masochist, and looked forward to reddening her ass on a regular basis, but she was trying to punish Tricia and simply spanking her into a trance wasn't going to do the trick. Remembering what Tricia had told her about her morning adventures, Suzy gave her middle finger a quick lick, then plunged it into Tricia's tight virgin asshole.
"Owwwwwwwww!!" squealed Tricia, trying to jump away but once again being restrained by the hand around her neck. She'd never had anything in her ass before, and her mother's barely lubricated finger was scraping roughly against her sensitive sphincter. After a few moments the sharp pain faded a bit, leaving Tricia with an almost pleasant sensation of being stretched, as well as a pervading sense of violation. As Suzy slowly pushed and twisted her finger it gathered some bits of leftover shit from within Tricia's bowels, which provided some lubrication and let it slide more easily, increasing Tricia's pleasure. Suzy kept fucking her finger in and out until she could bury it to the knuckle, then pulled it out and presented it to Tricia.
"You made Lisa taste her own ass, and now it's time for you to do the same!" commanded Suzy. She released her hold on Tricia, who climbed off her mother and obediently knelt at her feet, still feeling the heady combination of pleasure and pain in her soft ass cheeks and tight hole. Tricia stared warily at her mother's shit-streaked finger. She could smell her own waste, the same powerful stench that had filled Lisa's basement that morning, and just as before it was making her pussy tingle. But she wasn't sure just how she would like the taste.
"I'm waiting, Tricia." said Suzy, waving her finger in her daughter's face, "Are you really going to chicken out on the same punishment you made Lisa do?"
"I am NOT chickening out!" snapped Tricia. A quick glance at her mother's amused face made it clear she was being played, but now her pride was at stake and there was no turning back. She tentatively sucked on the end of Suzy's finger, and her mouth was immediately flooded with the taste of her own shit, a powerfully rank flavor that threatened to make her gag but also consumed all of her attention as it spread over her tongue. It was stronger than the smell, but less sharp, and though her instincts rejected it, a more perverse part of her, perhaps the same part that was learning to love pain, called for more.
In the end, her mother didn't give Tricia a choice in the matter. Suzy could see that Tricia was getting used to the taste, and she pushed her soiled finger all the way into her daughter's mouth, spreading the flavor of human waste throughout and enjoying the chance to violate another of her daughter's holes. Tricia gagged softly, whether from the taste or from the finger probing the back of her throat Suzy couldn't tell, but she didn't pull away. When she was satisfied that her finger had been fully cleaned, Suzy pulled it out from between her daughter's soft pink lips.
"Nice and clean." she said approvingly, "Did you like the taste of your own poop, my little trash can?"
"Yes I did!" retorted Tricia, her usual spunk having been brought back by her mother's mocking, "And that's cause I'm even grosser than you'll ever be!"
"Is that so?" replied Suzy cooly, "Well then, take your shot." She slid her ass forward to the end of the couch, then leaned back and wrapped her arms behind her knees, pulling them back as far as they would go and presenting her golden-furred crotch to her daughter.
"What?" said Tricia, distracted by the sight of her mother's cunt. Suzy's meaty lips were fully engorged, and Tricia could see the glistening of her juices around her slightly open hole. She thought she could even smell a bit of her mother's sweet musk, and she felt a strong temptation to plunge her hand into her mother's pussy as she had before.
"Stick your finger in my butt." commanded Suzy, cutting in on her daughter's thoughts. Tricia shifted her gaze lower, at the darker ring of muscle that twitched invitingly. She stabbed her finger into it, and was surprised that it popped in with no resistance whatsoever. Suzy had plenty of practice relaxing her sphincter, and the surprised look on her daughter's face made her chuckle.
"You said Lisa took two of your fingers? I think I might be able to do even better than that." said Suzy. Tricia scowled, and then without warning shoved three fingers through her mother's stretchy anal ring. This caused Suzy a sharp stab of pain, but she kept her face calm. She was going to show her daughter just how much she had to learn about the nastier side of sex.
"You can add another finger if you like." said Suzy. Tricia slipped her pinky in with the rest of her fingers, stretching her mother's sphincter even further, and as her fingers pumped in and out the foul fragrance of fresh shit wafted out. Tricia's anger was fading, replaced by a fascination with her mother's noxious and flexible rear hole. She tucked her thumb in and added it to the fingers that were already pressing against the resisting ring, making Suzy hiss and groan, until finally it gave way, sucking her entire petite hand into the warm stinking cavity.
Suzy'd had bigger hands in her ass, including her own, but feeling Tricia's slim wrist sliding across her sphincter was driving her completely wild. With every stroke Tricia pushed her hand deeper, stretching her mother's guts and rubbing against her pussy from the inside. Though Suzy's sphincter was tight, and Tricia could feel it squeezing her arm as it moved in and out, there seemed to be lots more room in her guts than in her pussy. Tricia buried her arm to the elbow, then made a fist and pushed it up, fascinated by the bulge that appeared in her mother's belly.
"Look Mom!" she squealed, "I can see my hand moving around in your tummy!"
"Yes dear," gasped Suzy, "keep moving it around, that's very nice..." The sight and feeling of her daughter rearranging her guts made Suzy's eyes roll back into her head, and she started to grind her hand on her clit with vicious force. Tricia could tell that her mom was close to cumming, and she remembered her instructions from when she had fisted Suzy's pussy.
"I'm going to yank it out now mom!" yelled Tricia.
"What? Oh! Tricia wait..." Suzy replied, but too late. Tricia yanked her closed fist out of her mother's anus with a loud pop, stretching the ring of muscle to its limit. Suzy didn't have time to brace for the pain, but the sudden burning agony that shot from her anus triggered her orgasm nonetheless. She shrieked as her body convulsed from the extreme sensations, and then spasmed again as Tricia unexpectedly shoved her fist back into her mother's asshole, punching decisively through the now loosened ring.
The new stab of pain pushed Suzy up the wave again, her second orgasm blending with the first into a haze of agony and ecstasy more mind-bending than any drug she'd ever taken. Every nerve in her body was singing in symphony with her brutalized sphincter as Tricia's arm drove in and out of her stinking hole, each entry a little easier than the last as it gradually loosened.
After several minutes Tricia felt that her mother's sphincter was no longer giving her any resistance as her hand squelched in and out, and the exertion was tiring her fast. She pulled her hand out one last time, then sat back and tried to take stock of the situation. Right in front of her face, her mother's asshole had transformed from a tight star into an open, gaping hole. The normally pale ring of muscle was now bright red, and Tricia could see the inner walls of her mother's intestines quiver as Suzy panted breathlessly.
But it was when Tricia looked up into her mother's face that she got the biggest shock. Suzy's hair was matted and wild, her eyes glassy and unfocused, and her expression had a wild glee to it that Tricia had never seen. The expression grew stranger to Tricia as Suzy came back to earth and locked eyes with her daughter. Suzy's ice-blue gaze held Tricia like a stalking predator's, exciting and unnerving her. Her heart thudded faster as Suzy's eyes wandered over her face, down her flushed chest, and then to her hand and forearm, covered in brown streaks of her mother's shit.
"Oh dear Tricia, your hand's all dirty." said Suzy, her voice deeper and smoother than usual. "I'd better clean you up."
Suzy reached down languidly and pulled Tricia's delicate, soiled hand to her face. She studied it for a moment, like she was trying to fix it in her memory, then gently began to lick her own slimy waste off it. The intensely foul tang of her own shit spread across her tongue as she cleaned, her instinctive revulsion immediately subsumed by wanton perversity. She sucked Tricia's fingers into her mouth, slurping hungrily at every trace of feces she could find.
"There sweetie, all clean." she said, after finally pulling Tricia's now-spotless fingers out of her mouth.
"Thanks mom." said Tricia quietly. Her hand, now covered in her mother's slobber, instinctively found its way to her clit as she contemplated this new, hedonistic playmate she'd inadvertently revealed.
"Of course dear." replied Suzy, a satisfied smile on her face, "But you remember this the next time you think you're grosser than your old mom. You're doing very well, but you've still got lots to learn, so don't get too cocky."
Tricia blushed, abashed and excited by the new realms of disgusting sex which were opening up in front of her. She gave her mother's gaping anus another long, fascinated look, then slipped out of the room, her own delicate sphincter still tingling.