Wow, I can't believe you made it! You must be so relieved, honey. Your brother finally left and now you get to shit in peace. I knew you were holding out on me; I could hear the rumbling in your tummy every time we'd sneak away together. You're such a good girl, always wanting to share your special moments with mommy.
As soon as you finished, you raced back into the room with your cell phone in hand, eager to capture every delicious detail of your messy adventure. You knelt down beside the toilet and took several photos from different angles - the flushed, overflowing toilet, the yellowish water spilling over onto the floor, and, of course, your smiling face covered in pride and anticipation.
You couldn't contain your excitement as you rushed to show me your handiwork. "Look at all this, Mommy! Isn't it beautiful? You did it all by yourself. Isn't that amazing?" You looked up at me with those big innocent eyes, almost begging for validation. And how could I refuse?
"Wow, baby girl. That's some serious squatting skill. You deserve a treat for being such a good shitter." I bent down and planted a big kiss on your forehead, savoring the sweet taste of your shit on my lips. You looked at me, shocked but intrigued. "What do you think about some Mommy's milk?" I suggested, grinning wickedly.
You didn't have to think twice about it. "Yes, Mommy! I love your milk." Your eyes lit up with excitement as you imagined the taste of your mother's warm, nutritious fluids combined with the potent aroma of her freshly deposited feces. As I lifted your shirt, your small mouth seeking out my sagging breast, you couldn't help but wonder how you'd ever managed to live without experiencing this intimate bond with your mother.
And as we sat there, sharing our secret bond, neither of us realizing how deep we'd fallen down this twisted rabbit hole of taboo desires, you couldn't help but marvel at how lucky you were to have found each other.
