Time to Pay the Plumber
mc; Fg; bF; MM; Mdom; oral; anal; inc; ws; scat
The heavyset man trounced down the steps, the sound of his tools clanking in his tool-belt causing me to wince. He was oily and sweaty from his long days work and was wiping himself on one of my nice towels as he rounded the corner into the kitchen where I was working to prepare dinner. He smiled at me and I returned the smile weakly, glancing quickly down at his name tag, 'Ron.'
"Welp that should about do it; ya shouldn't have any more issues with your shitter backing up with the larger gauge pipe I just ran for ya."
My jaw dropped at his use of such vulgar language and glanced around to see if Nora and Dean were still playing outside. I sighed slightly when I saw they were still playing in the front yard. I had already grown sick of this 'Ron' fellow over the past few days. Everything about him made my skin crawl but he was finally done with his distasteful but unfortunately necessary job, which meant I never had to see him again.
My displeasure must have shown on my face because his smile slid off of his and he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a bill for his services. I winced as he slapped the sweat soaked paper onto the counter-top. When I didn't reach for it or say anything for a long moment he just shook his head and sucked a breath through his teeth at me.
"Call me an ol' fool but I was still kinda holding out hope for some shred of kindness from you n' yours but not even a word of thanks or a single offer of a glass o' water after three long days work... Shameful... Still if your still haven' any trouble remember Ol' Ron'll fixed you up butt good."
He reached out his hand and offered me a business card. At first I was going to refuse. I was cooking and I didn't want to touch anything that he had touched, but his comment had made me want to prove the peasant wrong about me. I reached out at took the card, surprised to find the texture was soft and slightly ridged plastic rather then card stock. I looked down at it curiously and saw it was one of those 'wiggle motion' cards that gave an illusion of motion as you looked at it from different angles.
The image was of, strangely, a toilet paper roll. As I shifted the card in my hand the roll went from full to empty and words appeared at the bottom, "Do your part to keep things clean." I wasn't sure how this was a business card. It didn't have his name or number on it so I shifted it back the other way, watching the paper wind back on the roll to see if I had missed anything at the beginning of the faux animation. But there was nothing but the image so I turned it back, watching the roll empty again. I shifted the card and the roll filled, empty, filled, empty, filled, empty, filled, empty, filled... as I watched I found myself strangely disappointed every time the roll was filled and slightly excited to see it empty... empty, excited, filled, disappointed, empty, excited, filled, disappointed, empty, excited, filled, disappointed, empty, excited, filled, disappointed...
The slam of the front door pulled my attention away from the card in my hand. I looked up to see that Ron had already exited my house and was heading towards his truck. I put his odd little card down on the counter next to the sweaty bill and watched him leave. I could only barely hear his deep voice through the door and saw, much to my surprise, Nora and Dean running up to him. I wanted to call out to them to get away from such a gross and filthy man but I didn't want any sort of encounter on my front lawn... what would the neighbors think? So I just watched, ringing my hands as he handed something to each of my children before turning to look at me through the glass front door and give a wave and a smile.
Something about the smile was unnerving... but he didn't do anything else out of the ordinary. He simply got in his van with the smiling plumber logo on the side and drove away. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding and shifted my gaze to my kids. Both of them were staring down a their hands, focused intently on whatever they had been given. I assumed 'Ron' had given them each one of his stupid little motion cards as well, though for the life of me I couldn't imagine why.
Turning back to the stove top, I realized it was later then I thought. I quickly put 'Ron' and his cards out of my mind before washing my hands thoroughly and getting back to preparing dinner. If I didn't get it ready soon, the kids' whole nightly routines would be thrown off. Despite it being summer break I found keeping up the structure made everything easier for me, especially on weeks like this when James was away on a business trip.
Nora always finished dinner before her older brother, but it was a house rule that everyone had to stay at the table until the meal was done. I watched her squirm in her seat and smiled to myself. Nora had always had a more than healthy appetite which was why, despite my best efforts, she still had the curves of baby fat to her that made her look younger than her seven years. Still, she was very much my daughter; we shared the same long chestnut hair and green eyes that spoke to my Irish heritage though her features would probably be 'cute' like James's rather than striking like mine.
“Mommy, I have to go to the bathroom.”
I doubted the truth to that statement, but nodded to her giving her my approval. Nora slid off her chair and dashed upstairs. I shook my head slightly, realizing I'd have to give her consequences for lying to leave the table. I was slightly disappointed in her; there was a bathroom on the second floor, but it made more sense she was going to the playroom rather then randomly choosing to use the newly fixed, but further away, bathroom.
I turned to Dean and saw him smirk, probably amused at the idea of his sister getting in trouble. He and I shared that slight nasty streak; part of me knew I should scold him but I always felt like a hypocrite when I did so. So I just looked him over the same way I had Nora. Dean was much more of a blending of his father and I. His hair was much darker then mine but had a straightness totally unlike James' dark curls. His features were a nicely balanced blend and as he approached his eleventh birthday and started to look more like the adult he would become I had no doubt he would be even more handsome than his father. Of course at the moment he was shoveling mashed potatoes into his mouth with abandon so I knew he wasn't quite there yet.
“Mommy!! We're out of toilet paper!”
Nora's yell drew my attention away from her brother. Something about those words made my head spin and my mouth begin to water. I found myself standing without remembering I had decided to get up and when I called back to her my voice had a strangely pleading tone.
“I'll be right there!”
As I moved towards the upstairs bathroom I felt like I was floating, partially disconnected from my body... almost like how you feel when you take too much cold medicine. In the back of my mind I felt a strange excitement growing as I pondered the image of an empty toilet paper roll. I drifted up the steps and down the hall to the bathroom door, not bothering to stop at the linen closet where the extra rolls were stored.
I gripped the handle and realized my palms were sweating like they had the first time I ever held hands with a boy. I was panting slightly as I pulled the door open and slipped inside, my hands deftly locking the door as I closed it behind me. My eyes drifted across the modern style master bathroom. I took in its large Jacuzzi tub and separate encased shower stall with the multi directional shower heads. My eyes slid across black and white tile as something inside me fought against looking at where I knew my daughter would be. I saw her pants and panties on the floor as I took another step into the room and could hear my heels clicking against the tile as my gaze finally panned across the room to land on our brand new toilet and Nora sitting upon it.
Well siting wasn't quite the right word. She was leaning back, her crotch pushed forward, her feet on the edge of the toilet seat and her hands spreading her knees wide. She was displaying herself to me, pushing her hairless pussy and plump ass in my direction with a slightly uncomfortable squirm that I was used to seeing from her when I forced her to finish her homework. Her gaze met mine and while I must have looked equal parts excited and confused, her expression was firm and amused.
“Mommy, we're out of toilet paper... so do your part to keep things clean.”
I felt my knees buckle at her words and I found myself squatting at the base of the toilet, my face framed by her knees. My long skirt bunched up around my waist and my white silk panties were on display but I didn't care. Instead my whole focus was on my daughter's cunt and ass. I could see droplets of piss still dotting her slightly spread mound and, thankfully, no sign of any residue on her pink rosebud asshole. My mouth was watering and I could feel my dampening panties pressing against my own mound as I reached my head forward and took my first lick.
My flattened tongue slid from the base of her ass, across her musky rosebud and up to her smooth girly cunt. I could taste everything, as if that sense had been enhanced tenfold. The salty-sweet sweat of the day dried between her butt cheeks, the dark bitter musk of her anus, and finally the sharp taste of her piss and beneath that, the flavors of her little girl juices. That first lick burned into my mind and drove me crazy. I was desperate to clean her every fold but I wanted more than that, I wanted her every taste as well.
I licked long and deep into her ass and could feel her beginning to squirm against me the same way my freshman roommate once did when she and I 'experimented' one long drunk night. I heard her soft high voice begin to pant as I lapped her ass clean and pressed my tongue inside of her, penetrating her and tasting her vile flavors that far surpassed any fine wine or expensive desert I had ever consumed. Once I could taste nothing but my own saliva, I licked upwards and her panting increased into a whine of pleasure as I clean her pussy of piss before sliding inside her to taste my young daughter's arousal.
She thrashed against me and tried to close her knees around my head but my much-stronger arms held them apart to give me better access. It wasn't until she screamed out her first orgasm and I drank up those juices that I slid back onto my ass and let our panting fill the bathroom. Her gaze met mine as she sat on her porcelain throne and for a moment I could see a flash of horror mixed with arousal and confusion on her face before it relaxed into an expression of contentment. She stood up then and grabbed her pants and panties, slipping them both on casually, as if nothing unusual had happened.
“Thanks Mommy!” she said as she finished dressing and unlocked the door, walking across the hall to the playroom. I just sat there, stunned, trying to process what had just happened. My own excitement and arousal were fading and I could feel a horror growing inside me but it was somehow held in check by another much stronger feeling: the feeling that I had done a good job. That contentment smothered the horror of my actions and while the feeling didn't go away it was pushed back down.
Eventually I stood on shaky legs and brushed myself off as best as I could. I gazed at myself in the mirror. My makeup and hair were a mess and I could still smell Nora on me. Her scent was filling my nostrils and the mix of her fluids and my spit were drying on my face. I shuddered when an unexpected wave of arousal hit me. I needed to clean myself off. More importantly, I needed to clear my head, so I called out to the kids, “I'm going to take a quick shower!”
I peeled my clothing off, trying to ignore my sopping wet panties and the accompanying feeling of frustrated arousal. I somehow knew that if I had touched myself while my face was pressed between Nora's thighs, I would have cum like crazy. I hated the part of me that made a note to do so next time. NEXT TIME... god there would be a next time. I knew it like I knew my own name.
I pushed that thought out of my head and stepped into the glass shower stall, turning on the multiple heads and setting the heat just hotter then I liked, as I was was trying to burn away my actions and this new compulsion. I took several deep breaths of steam and focused on the feeling of the water against my body. For a long moment I felt a peace fall over me. Until I felt an arm wrap around me from behind.
I froze at the touch and looked down to see the small but masculine hand gripping my around the waist as Dean pressed his naked body into mine. I could feel his small but rock hard cock pressing against the top of my thigh and I wanted to pull away, to turn and scream at him, but something held me for the moment it took for him to speak.
“Mom, you forgot to put the new roll on the holder.”
His tone was light and slightly mocking, but the words hit me and I fell to my hands and knees. For a moment I thought they had buckled, like when Nora had spoken but this was a little different. I was moving into position, lining up my 'roll' so he could slip it on its 'holder.' I knew what was going to happen, or at least I thought I did and my pussy was dripping and ready but I still squealed in shock when he pressed his growing manhood into my ass.
At first his motions were almost mechanical but soon he was panting and moaning, and I was mewling with pleasure as he pace increased and he pounded my ass. Part of me was grateful he was as small as he was – I had never enjoyed anal before – but most of me ached for it to be bigger. To be filled, like an empty toilet paper holder, filled up good. I didn't cum from the fucking; I'm fairly sure this was Dean's first time and it didn't take him long to cum in my ass. Once his spurt of seed was spent, I fell to my knees and looked back up at his contented face.
“There, finished... but it's not really my chore, Mom.”
There was a double meaning to his words but I don't think he noticed them. He stepped out of the shower and began to dry off and dress again. I could feel this second compulsion leave me but I was still so horny, first from Nora, then from Dean. I found my hands snaking to my still slick pussy lips and began to masturbate while watching my eleven-year-old pull on his clothing. There was no outside compulsion, only desperation for release. Tears and showed water mixed on my face as my body arched and I cried out in a shameful orgasm that was easily the most powerful I could remember having in years.
Ronald lay back in the recliner, his right hand on his laptop's mouse and his left on the bobbing head between his legs. His mouth was stretched into a nasty grin as he watched the archived footage from the HD webcams he had installed at the Caldwell house.
“Fuck yeah, stick yer tongue up in that nasty ass, you pompous fuck,” he muttered to himself as he watched Ms. Caldwell licking her son's shit-stained asshole. The hair beneath his hand pulled away as he felt the mouth leave his short, thick cock. The tongue scraped down his ball, across his taint and started tossing his salad. He shifted slightly to give his guest better access.
As he relaxed into the sensation, he thought about how well received the Caldwell videos had been. In certain pitch dark circles of the internet they were selling quite well. Still they were getting kind of repetitive. His most recent compilation, while thoroughly enjoyable to him, hadn't been selling well. He paused the video and looked down between his legs. James Caldwell's face was barely visible between his fat ass cheeks but he could still make out the glazed lust-filled eyes of his most recent butt-boy.
He pulled Mr. Caldwell out of his ass and brutally shoved his thick cock down the man's throat as he shot his load. Ronald had liked the look of the man the first time he came to the house, so Mr. Caldwell was the first to get a special card. His family thought he was on a business trip. Instead, he had spent the past several weeks working and then returning to Ol' Ron's to be part of his 'tool box.'
After cumming, Ron shoved the younger man to the floor. Maybe it was time to mix things up with the Caldwells... add a new character and shake up the dynamics. Ron felt his cock twitch at the thoughts that streamed though his mind. He might prefer men but it was power over others that really got him off. Closing the video, he opened up his card-making program and booted up the hologram printer. Daddy was coming home and he would have some very special souvenirs to pass around.
