Megan Clearwater, female, 27

	- Chemistry teacher

	- Beige-white skin, 5'8, 165lbs, dirty-blonde shoulder-length hair

Chloe Harmon, female, 33

	- High school Vice-Principal, mother of Channa

	- Beige-white skin,  5'6, 140lbs, medium-brown hair with cropped bangs

Channa Harmon, female, 15 

	- High school sophomore, daughter of Chloe

	- Pale white skin, 5'1, 110lbs, long yellow-blonde hair

Megan greeted an early Saturday morning by stretching and stroking her lover's hair. Chloe moaned lightly, stirring briefly before resuming her slumber. In need of a piss, Megan slid from the bed, donned a robe, moved quietly to the bathroom, and sat down to urinate. The smell of ass and sex and cum still hung in the air, and Megan inhaled the wonderful aroma as her piss run from her cunt, the strong urine adding to the scents.

She flushed without wiping, washed her face with warm water, and stroked her cunt briefly, remembering the amazing night she had shared with Chloe. Fuck, that woman has consumed my attention in a way I thought no one ever would. Pussy, shit, piss, cum, hairy slit, Chloe, you just do it for me in so many ways...

Thinking she might masturbate a bit more before going to make coffee, she leaned over the clothes basket to pull out Chloe's panties from last night. Megan stopped cold, confused that she didn't see the woman's soiled underwear. She swore they had been there last night, along with her own pair and several towels in various states of soiling from the cleanup and shower the two shared. The towels remained, but poking through revealed no soiled panties.

Maybe she put them in the washer. Last night is both vivid and a blur, maybe they weren't there after all. Putting off her arousal, Megan headed downstairs and started some coffee. She felt a pang of worry and guilt about how loud the two women had been last night and was concerned that Channa had heard them. There was no sign of Chloe's blond fifteen-year old daughter, so Megan shelved the concern for the moment and relaxed for a bit.

Deciding to beat Chloe to it, Megan soon was whipping up a breakfast of scrambled eggs, french toast, cherry glaze, stewed plums, and eggplant hash, filling the house with a different sort of enticing aroma. Leaving the glaze and plums to simmer, she found Chloe still in bed, snoring lightly. Megan slid down next to the brunette and wrapped her arms lovingly around her friend's warm body.

“Morning, sweetheart... Mmm, my sweet lover, you are so wonderful and warm...” Megan purred.

Chloe stirred and a smile came to her sleepy face. “Mmmm... you too, sweetie... you are so amazing...”

“Hungry? I've got breakfast about ready. Maybe we can fill up early today...”

Chloe murmured her agreement and started to slip off the bed. Megan joined her and they kissed deeply for a moment before parting, Megan asking, “Should I wake Channa and have her join us? I haven't seen her yet today...”

The scenes from last night shot back into Chloe's head and she felt sick, groaning in discomfort.

“Chloe, what is it?” Megan took Chloe's hand and held the woman's shoulder to steady her.

Chloe tried to focus. “Wha...? Oh... oh, nothing, nothing... You... You just wore me out last night...” She managed a weak grin and her friend smiled back. Chloe barely managed to cover her anxiety and shame. “I'm going to pee. Sure, you can... you can see if she wants to join us... if she wants...” Chloe tried and failed to flush the images of her teen daughter's orgasm from her mind. Somehow, she had to act normal. Somehow.

“Of course. I'll get her moving and start dishing out the feast.” Megan danced off while Chloe struggled to put a robe on over her groggy naked body.

- - -

Megan had stirred the cherry glaze and stewing plums and was satisfied that both were ready before heading to wake Channa. The teen's door was closed, so Megan tapped softly and called Channa's name. No response was heard, so she knocked harder twice more. When again she heard nothing, she wondered briefly if the young girl had returned to her friend's house last night instead of sticking around. She gently twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open. “Channa, breakf...”

The smell stopped her mid-word. Raw shit and sticky sweat scents crashed into Megan's nose, and for a moment she was unable to comprehend the what hit her. Then Megan saw Channa.

Facedown and sound asleep, the blonde teen lay uncovered, topless, breathing gently, wearing only a pair of skinny panties. Panties filled with a dark bulge over the girl's ass. Megan slowly understood what the smells were from.

Channa shit her panties last night... ohmygod...

A thousand thoughts ran through Megan's head. Was this an accident? Is the girl ill, hurt, scared? How do I help her... I don't want to embarrass the girl, just help her... Did she... Did she shit her panties on purpose?... Oh. No, that's... Megan's eyes caught the item placed next to Channa's head on the pillow.

A pair of panties were inches from the girl's face. Chloe's soiled panties. Her mom's panties!... Megan panicked, retreating and closing the door, rushing into the kitchen to catch her breath. She had just seen her lover's fifteen-year old daughter sleeping soundly, panties filled with shit, with the girl's mother's soiled panties next to her face on the pillow. The conclusion Megan reached about how the girl got to that moment seemed pretty obvious.

Channa must have snuck up to the bathroom last night and grabbed her mom's panties. That explains why I didn't see them this morning. Why her mom's panties were gone. Mine were gone, too, I wonder... Oh Channa, what am I to do about this? How do I tell your mother what you have done?

Megan poured herself coffee and took a seat heavily at the table to consider the situation.

- - -

Chloe slid from room to room unable to focus on much of anything. Her head hurt a bit from the hangover, so she popped a couple of pain relievers while she urinated in the toilet. Still smelling the scent of shit and cum and sweat hanging in the bathroom air, she made a mental note to get a load of laundry started after breakfast.

Finishing her piss, droplets of warm urine catching in her brown pubes, images of Channa's climaxing body flashed into Chloe's head. Her young blonde daughter had her hand moving rapidly in her teen panties, head and body bucking as she orgasmed, her eyes staring at her mom while Megan shit panties inches from Chloe's face. Shame rushed through Chloe as she recalled what happened next, her own body defecating and cumming as she watched her daughter masturbate. Chloe nearly collapsed from the weight of it.

Slipping on panties and tying off her robe, Chloe struggled to push on, her shame seemed to grow heavier with each step.

How did I let this happen? I didn't know... Didn't know she would be there... Had no idea she would masturbate... I was so close already, didn't know... I would cum watching her. Despite her shame, Chloe's clit hardened slightly at the memory, but the woman's arousal was quickly pushed down as she entered the dining room and saw the distress on Megan's face.

Megan... she doesn't know... Doesn't know about Channa... what I did... oh Megan, I should tell you... but how?... Wha...? She looks horrified, does she know?! Oh, no!...

“Megan, what's... what's the matter?”

Megan looked up, tears forming in her eyes, uncertain where to start. “Just... sit down... I need... sit down... oh fucking... I need to tell you something... Something Channa did...”

Chloe was breathless with concern. Oh god, she knows Channa saw us. Knows I came watching my daughter! Knows my pussy exploded watching my own child orgasm. I'm a terrible person and she knows I have done something horrible... She barely sat down before her legs betrayed her.

Tears sat balanced in Megan's eyes as she tried to begin. “It's nothing horr... I mean, she's ok, ok? Not hurt. Just...” The dirty-blonde teacher hesitated, trying to put her thoughts together. “Really, I'm just emotional right now... I might be blowing this out of proportion... Maybe it's ok.”

Chloe sat forward, taking Megan's hands and caressing them, but frightened of what her friend might say about her daughter. She noted the half-filled shot glass and bottle of peach schnapps on the table, and realized Megan was in such a state that she had a drink before breakfast.

After a moment of composing herself, Megan started fresh. “I went to wake Channa, and when she didn't answer the door, I opened it to call inside... the smell that hit me nearly knocked me down... It was...” Megan downed the rest of the shot. “Chloe, I smelled shit. And when I opened the door, Chloe was asleep on her stomach. She had shit her panties, Chloe. They were full, bulging.” Megan looked up. “There was an empty wine bottle near her bed. I think she may have gotten drunk.”

The shock of the statement balanced out the relief that Megan hadn't mentioned knowledge of Chloe's own secret about Channa. Chloe rebooted, forcing away the secret she was hiding and focused instead on Megan's description of what she saw. “Channa... shit herself? I... I don't...” Chloe grabbed the bottle and took a swallow. Warmth burst down her throat and into her belly as Chloe remained speechless for a time.

“I know. I know. I... Well, she... Look, I don't know...” Megan's tongue stumbled before she tried again. “Maybe she saw us at some point. Maybe she knew we were doing it, ya know? She's a teen... I tried strange things at that age, maybe not this out there... but maybe she saw us, how much we enjoyed it, and wanted to try it herself. Perhaps I'm worrying too much but I feel so bad... Chloe, the sight of her... her little ass got to me... I mean, when I saw Channa like that this morning, Chloe, I'm ashamed to feel like... to admit...

Megan shifted her head to one side and looked plaintively at Chloe.

“I got hard. Really hard...”

She trailed away as her tears threatened to slide from her eyes, having said more than she intended, and very conflicted about her experience.

She definitely saw us., I saw her last night, she.. watched you shit your panties on my face... watched me cumming... Oh Channa, I'm sorry this has involved you... Chloe took another small swig. She couldn't even consider Megan's admission that she had become aroused by seeing Channa, and instead responded to the teacher's first thoughts. “Maybe that's it. I don't know where she would have gotten the idea otherwise... I just need... “ Chloe paused, then her need to be honest got the best of her. “Megan... Last night... While you were shitting and cumming on me... Channa opened the door and watched us. Don't be mad, please! She was only there a moment. I'm sorry I said nothing before now... I didn't know what to say. I didn't tell her to go away. I didn't tell you she was there. I was... shocked, and mortified! But then...”

Megan broke in. “She did!? Oh Chloe, I had no idea. So she definitely saw us... Saw me shitting my panties! She watched us!?” Megan began to put the pieces together and Chloe watched her friend struggle to comprehend her reactions.

“It's worse...” Chloe continued, resigned to the truth. “She climaxed. While watching you shit. And then... and then I climaxed. When I told you to eat me hard, I was watching her cum. I came watching my own daughter, Megan... I'm horrible... just horrible...”

Megan rose and took the mother in her arms. “Oh hush, dear... Everything is ok. Look, we'll figure this out together, ok?” Megan stroked Chloe's tears from her face. “We're all confused, but I promise we can all get through this. It's a mess to be sure, but let's not overreact. I'm sorry, I wish I was not so emotional this morning. I set this off all wrong.”

Chloe straightened a bit, and considered the situation. “Is she still asleep?” When Megan shrugged and told her Channa had not left her room, Chloe asked “What should we do?”

Megan thought a moment. “Before we figure that out... There's something else...”

Chloe felt a deeper pang, anxious about how this would get worse.

“There was a pair of panties... Your panties... from last night. Near her head on the pillow.”

Chloe's pulse raced as she imagined the scene, playing out a dozen scenarios of how her daughter would be asleep, shit in her panties, with her mom's soiled panties near her head.

On impulse, Chloe rose and moved swiftly to her daughter's bedroom door. “Chloe, I...” Megan tried to slow her, but Chloe was not being rational or cautious. She had to know for herself.

Opening the door, the odor hit her immediately. Musty shit overpowered whatever else might have scented the room. Channa's shit... She saw her daughter immediately, still asleep on her stomach, skinny panties bulging with poo, and a pair of Chloe's underwear sitting filthy on her pillow, inches from her daughter's nose.

Chloe's felt wetness drench her panties, and her body exploded. The aroma sent shivers down through her nerves and her clit shot up to rub against her tight cotton panties. Her hips writhed and she swayed a bit unsteadily as her arousal went on autopilot. She climaxed looking at her daughter's sleeping teen form, smooth pale skin and silky blonde hair clashing sharply with the bulge of poo in the girl's panties and the smell of defecation in the air.

Chloe spasmed, moaned, her pussy squirting hard into her panties. She came for several seconds before her body was overcome by gravity and sank to the floor, her soft moaning filling the house.

- - -

Megan ran to her friend and took her shoulders. She whispered, “Chloe?! Oh, dear, what is it?”

Reaching to close the teen's bedroom door, Chloe sighed, almost a small smile.

“I came...”

Megan had watched as the woman writhed and swayed and heard Chloe moan a couple of times softly before collapsing, but Megan's mind had assumed something had horrified Chloe, not got her off.

The door finally closed, the women crept back to the dining room to sit.

Chloe grinned briefly. “I'm soaked.” She opened her robe and looked down between her legs, dropping a finger under her panties and into her slit to feel the wetness. “I squirted. Hard. I'm soaked.” She pulled her finger to her nose and inhaled before dropping her hand into her lap and sighing. “I don't know why I feel good right now, but I do. Maybe it's the schnapps. I'm so fucking confused. I just came from looking at my daughter like that. Didn't even touch my cunt. What the hell is wrong with me? That's twice I've cum looking at Channa!”

Megan tried unsuccessfully to rein in her conflicting emotions and stood, blocking out her confusion for a moment. “I'm hungry. I need coffee and eggs and french toast and... I need some energy.” She paused, adding, “I don't think we... you... should confront her just yet. You both know what happened, and I think it will be ok to let her wake up and get cleaned up. She's going to be embarrassed and ashamed, so you don't want to make that worse. Let her come to you and then when there is a moment, try to put it in a good light. Let her know you love her, that you didn't mean for things to get weird, and she should know that it is ok to try new things and enjoy them... If she enjoyed it, I mean... You know what I mean.”

Chloe smiled. “Yes, you're right, of course. I'm trying to find a way to explain this to her that doesn't make it worse for either of us. Channa and I both clearly enjoyed what we did last night... at the time, at least... so there is that. Now if we can face the shame and guilt that comes today...” She paused, on the edge of giving in to a nap, then smiled tight-lipped. “I know what I would need if I were in her... panties. I'll get her set up.”

As Megan moved to the kitchen to get plates together, Chloe went upstairs to her bathroom, getting some things from the closet and drawers. A moment in the laundry room to grab another couple of items, and Chloe went to Channa's bathroom and laid out her version of a peace offering for the teen...