I want to face fuck this old bitch and spatter her face with my love juice
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It was hot that summer. Our New Jersey apartment’s window AC unit sometimes worked, but lately the fan was out the converter hose was frozen. Mom and I quickly got over the shame of skin in favor of oscillating relief.
Mom lounged on the couch, sweat dripping down her thick thighs, in a string bikini, sometimes a shirt. The tie strings of the panties cut into her soft waist as she still bought clothes like she was the same size as in her 20s. She’d only gone up a few sizes, and as friends told me, nothing bad about that. Her dark skin freckled, matching the spattering on her nose. Her curly hair shined in the sun coming through the open window.
And I stayed locked in my room.
I was a gamer with a new PS3 slim. A beautiful machine for the time, but there were long load screens, the fan cranked loudly, and it toasted the room like a mini-thermal reactor. Great for winters but not for summer. It made the air stale. But I couldn’t always open the door. Sure, it let in a breeze, but it also exposed me Mom’s watchful eye and it’d look mighty suspicious to suddenly close the door whenever the mood for xvideos struck.
Mom knew to knock. She’d come by to ask about dinner or to collect laundry when she was in the mood to clean or sometimes just out of boredom. We were close. But she always commented, “It’s a sweatbox in here! How about letting the air circulate?”
“I don’t want to bother you with my games.”
“This door is like plywood. I can hear all your cursing and gunfire out here.”
I froze for a second to imagine if she heard anything else for when I wanted audio and visual stimulation or just the schlick schlick schlick of a lubed up hand.
She collected some laundry off the ground and saw a blu-ray. This was back when blu-ray players weren’t household items but newish technology, slowly replacing DVD. She also didn’t know much about the PS3 other than it was loud and hot and my main obsession. “Why do you have this?” she asked. It was Avatar, something we saw in theaters together last year.
“Friend lent it to me.”
“They don’t work in DVD players, right?”
“The PS3 has a blu-ray player.”
She wasn’t in a shirt today, just the tan-wear bikini, and she ran over and dive-bomb hugged me on the bed. Knocked the controller right out of my hands. Nathan Drake died and a game over screen splashed up.
“Why?” I mumbled into her clavicle as my chin pushed into a soft breast.
“I stupidly bought a bunch of movies at Wal-Mart thinking they were DVDs because I didn’t look closely and they were like two bucks. I thought I’d have to sell them, but now we can actually watch them. Drag that thing out here and I’ll make the popcorn.”
My mom might’ve been the last person to own a CRT TV, those giant boxy ones with a lead plate behind the screen so it weighed 50 pounds. It had color components, but not even the HD ones (blue, green, red) and my cable was packed away in the underwear drawer under a secret vibrator I used during special fantasies. It’d work but standard def? My eyes couldn’t handle that anymore (also why I liked being cooped up in my room rather than out there sweating with her).
“Hold on,” I said. “It won’t work on that TV. It’s too old,” I lied. “It uses the new HDMI stuff. We’ll have to watch in here.”
My room was a typical college kid’s room. A bed, a dresser, and a mess. If I kicked aside the dirty clothes, there was just enough room between the closet and the bed for push-ups or a kitchen chair. I thought she’d drag one in.
Instead she scooched me over on the twin bed. We were both hanging off the sides as the movie popped on with all the coming attractions. So we rearranged where she was against the headboard, sitting up straight, and I lay on her stomach, oily from thick lotion rubbed in. I didn’t mind it at all. She rested her hands on my chest as we waited for the menu to be available. The long black nails. The slight wrinkle. How they instinctively moved in little circles on my shirt....
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MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!!!!!! My goal yesterday was to lick 3 porta potties clean and I failed to accomplish it. However I still had a amazing day.( check out yesterday's confession for the glorious story).
Today However I finally got 1 porta potty licked and it was amazing. The urnial was covered in now black piss spatter. Witch tasted great and the bottom still had some relatively fresh piss for me to lap up. Then the seat was so sweet I had to kiss it gently befor caressing it with my tongue. Under the seat I found one drip but it was very fresh and unflavored. I didn't get down to the rim and im alittle disappointed with myself but hey there's always next time😉
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This proud toilet licking faggot had a treat at the park. My plan for the day was to lick clean at least 2 port a potties at local parke today. However it being October I guess the town is closing up the parks early and they are all gone. There is one park with a physical building bit its rarely unlocked. However today it was open and I found the stall cleaner than I expected. But I got in there and made sure to drag my tongue over every inch of the seat and rim. Lapping up and dried piss spatter I could find. Pics to fallow.
The urnial is where I hit the jackpot!! It must have not been flushed in days. It was dark amber and smells absolutely putrid. So I instantly asked my self. "What is a pathetic toilet licking faggot to do in this situation?"
I knew the answer instantly. I dropped to my knees (my natural resting state). Pursed my lips and pressed my lips against the spatter guard and slurped up half a mouth full. The taste and smell i was ready for (they were glorious) what I wasn't expecting was the viscosity. It was thick and oily. It coated my mouth like maple syrup would. I wish o was wearing my chastity cage or atleast a condom full of numbing cream. Because I was instantly rock hard. I try to never get hard. Especially when I'm fagging out. And usually I don't. But this was so I tence im still at a semi exile I type this. Anyway I swallowed and thats when the tast realy hit me. I ran my tongue over my teeth the feel the residue left behind and went in for another slurp. I couldn't control my self. I feverishly started licking the urnial and chugging as much for the golden nectar as I could get. I was in my own world. I wasn't going to take pictures because it was in perfect line of sight of the proper open door and I knew if someone walked In have to react quick. However onec I got my face in there I entered my own world for 2 mins of someone did see me I would not have noticed until it was wayyyyyyy tooooooo late. Fortunately or unfortunately I got away with it and its been 30 mins and the tast in my mouth hasn't wained. Gonna try to find atlases one porta potty befor I end my day😘😘😘
I did it yayyyyyyy!!!!! My goal yesterday was to lick 3 porta potties clean and I failed to accomplish it. However I still had a amazing day.( check out yesterday's confession for the glorious story).
Today However I finally got 1 porta potty licked and it was amazing. The urnial was covered in now black piss spatter. Witch tasted great and the bottom still had some relatively fresh piss for me to lap up. Then the seat was so sweet I had to kiss it gently befor caressing it with my tongue. Under the seat I found one drip but it was very fresh and unflavored. I didn't get down to the rim and im alittle disappointed with myself but hey there's always next time😉😘😘😘your toilet licking faggot Toilet licking house fag