1. Mom`s Toilet


    Date: 10/24/2014, Categories: Anal, Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 51, Source: xHamster

    being asked to do so. "Hey toilet," she called from around the corner; then she appeared in the doorway. "Yes...Goddess?" She smiled briefly before continuing, "Do you want to explain to me what that was on the computer?" I froze, almost dropping the carton of juice. I forgot to close out those windows; she'd seen everything. All my pathetic and ill-fated calls for help to the internet. "That was very stupid toilet. "Mom, but I put away the groceries," I said, hoping to defer her attention elsewhere She stared me down, she sighed heavily, "Wait for me in my room. If I hear one sound, one stir, one footstep, I promise I won't make it pleasant for you. You've really pissed me off." "I'm sorry mom." "It's Goddess!" She said, slapping my face as I pass by her. "I'm your Goddess; got it?!" "God...yes Goddess, yes..." I shook with fear. "Good, get out of here! Wait for me!" I ran up the stairs to mom's room and positioned myself on my knees, near the bed, facing the door. Like a loyal dog. And for another few hours, that's where I remained; waiting. I didn't know what waited for me but I knew it was going to be bad. It was probably three hours before mom came upstairs; I watched the sunsetting out of the corner of my eye. I didn't want to take my eyes away from the door; I didn't want to do anything that would be or could be thought of as disobedience. My knees were starting to hurt but I wouldn't budge from my spot, even as my body quivered with the painful cramping of ...
    remaining in one uncomfortable position. But finally, her footsteps approached, mom was coming; the Goddess' footsteps came closer. The door finally opened and she looked in at me, standing on my knees; waiting for her patiently. She had a big, genuine smile on her face; maybe I was off the hook. "Hey sweetie. I just wanted to say I'm sorry I got angry earlier. It's obvious you just wanted a strong figure to talk to and me, being your Goddess, I know you don't feel comfortable doing that with me anymore. "Goddess, I don't..." "It's okay, I know that's why you sent those messages for help. You didn't want to anger me but you wanted someone to talk to. I get that." She didn't seem to get it but I wasn't sure if that's what I wanted anymore. I mean, I did want this to end but what would come after that? If mom got in trouble, what would happen to me? Maybe something worse than enduring her gas; maybe that wasn't so bad...I mean, it smelled bad of course but...maybe it was a fair trade-off; to live comfortable at home. "I'm gonna find someone sweetie; I think I know a psychologist who might be of help. She's a friend and a supporter of such relationships between mother and son; she'd understand the whole situation." I didn't know exactly what that meant. It sounded like a good idea, the way mom put it; maybe it would help me gain peace with my new life. "But you're not getting off just like that sweetie. I thought about it and, I did overreact, but you also did something that deserves ...
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