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

The train engine roaring through her head brought Channa slowly to life. Pounding waves of pressure soon had her groaning before she could even remember what day it was. She thought she heard a door close way off in the distance. The girl lay mostly still, slowly becoming aware of herself and her situation.

The strong smell of shit hit her first. It took a moment of breathing the heavy fumes to open her eyes and stare into the poo-stained panties inches from her nose. Freaking out, she slung her arm across the pillow and sent the underwear off to the corner of the room. Unable to figure out how those had gotten there or why she had them only inches from her face, Channa started to slide herself out of bed.

The shifting sticky pile in her panties brought her fully aware, and fully horrified, and it took a moment to remember just why. Blurred images rushed back to her painfully: Megan and Mom... Shitting in panties... Smelling Megan's panties... Smelling Mom's cum and filth... Cumming and shitting my panties... Cumming... Even with the dirty panties from the pillow tossed from view, the smell of feces hung strong in the air, and it felt repressive and confusing to the teen. Channa mostly froze for several long moments, unable to push through the thick pounding in her head to figure out what to do. She couldn't even consider how she felt about what had happened. It was all she could do not to fall back asleep and pretend this was a nightmare.

Slowly, very slowly, she willed herself to slide over on her stomach and push her legs to the floor. The shit in her panties shifted with her, and as she stood up, the weight felt heavy all around her slim waist and thighs. The stale dump pulled away from her small ass and hung down, trying to drag the panties to the floor. Channa held on to her underwear, looking for something, anything that might help.

An empty cardboard box provided the tool she needed, and she stood over the box before slowly removing her shitty panties. She saw the large brown pile of stool in her underwear as she dropped them in the box, and smelled afresh the rich, dark aroma of her stale shit. She'd worry later about what to do with the box, and looked around for something to put on.

Channa grabbed a pair of corduroy pants, hoping to keep them as poo-free as possible as she pulled them up carefully. Feeling her ass press into the seat of the pants, she resigned herself to getting her mess in them, and slowly opened her door to peak out.

She heard someone in the kitchen. Scraping pans and running water and tapping spoons needled her tender ears. Sure she could make the bathroom unseen, she lightly sprinted inside and closed the door. Channa took a breath for the first time in what felt like minutes. She noted the changes in the bathroom immediately.

Several clean towels were stacked on the counter, and two washcloths. A pair of sweats and t-shirt. Panties and a bra. Socks. A thick velvety robe was the foundation of the stack of clothes next to the towels. A small bottle of fragrance. Tampons and cosmetics.

A trash bag lined the otherwise empty hamper. Channa didn't contemplate the unexpected items further and moved thick-headed and heavy to whatever she needed to do next.

She saw the aspirin and glass of ice water by the sink and gratefully downed the pills with a big swallow. Parched, she finished the glass, then had another from the tap.

Peeling down her pants and removing her shirt, she turned the shower on and awaited a hot water flow. Grabbing a washcloth, Channa stepped in. A fresh bar of soap, two bottles of shower rinse, a loofa, and a nail brush were set along the tub line.

Standing with her thighs parted and knees bowed out, Channa urinated freely as she worked methodically to remove the scat from her body. Moving from her ass crack to her taint, then removing the sticky poo from the hairs around her thin slit. The hot water felt great and by the time she had run through soap, rinse, and brushes, she felt much better. Clean... at least, my body is clean... Once dry, Channa used a handheld mirror to examine her asshole and pussy, ensuring all signs of her late-night shame had been removed. She fingered her cunt and smelled the result. Nothing but nectar... A similar probe of her ass brought a faint scent of poo, so Channa washed her ass carefully once more before drying again and dressing, the outfit feeling warm and comfortable.

She sat down on the toilet and tried to collect her thoughts. Unable to deal with the memories, the images, smells, and sounds which invaded her mind, she sat unmoving while the aspirin slowed the train in her head. Zoning out for a bit, she came around when she heard the sound of her mother's and Megan's voices and footsteps, followed by the sound of the front door closing. Then steps and silence.

Channa slowly stood, still groggy and thick, and moved like a zombie out of the bathroom and into the dining room.

“..ah.. Channa... morning... Good morning... Sweetie” Her mom sat at the dining table drinking a cup of tea. The woman was absently tapping a spoon with her finger, wearing a black cotton robe and looking a bit disheveled.

Channa avoided eye contact. “...yeah... morning...” was all the teen could reply before slouching down in a chair.

The mother and daughter, alone at the table, held an uncomfortable silence between them until Chloe broke through, pointing into the kitchen. “Hey, look... Megan made us breakfast... It's really good.” Chloe paused but no reply was forthcoming. “Are you hungry? I'll make you a plate.”

Channa nodded her answer silently and shifted lightly in her seat. Chloe returned, her eyes darting toward and away from Channa, placing the overflowing plate before her daughter. “I know the plums are one of your favorites...”

Channa ate slowly, enjoying the flavors but found her pleasure muted by her hangover and the memories of last night. She sat silently, consuming each bite as if it were a struggle to move her body.

“Channa, I... We... I think we should...” Chloe started.

“I don't want to talk, Mom. Not right now. I need... I just need to think... about it. I just need a bit... please...” Channa stared into her plate and pushed the last bits of food around with her fork. “I'm not ready... Please, just... not right now, Mom.”

Chloe nodded in a sympathetic way. “I know. Ok. I know. Me too. I... Look, just please hear me one moment. I love you, Channa. That hasn't changed... will never change. You still mean the world to me. Nothing that happened will change that, ya know? Just... It's going to be ok, ok? I love you.”

Channa nodded twice. “...ok... “ And then, “I love you too, Mom.”

Chloe sat back and appeared to relax slightly. “Megan had to leave to run some errands, she might be back this evening. I think I might go to the gym today, would you like to join me?”

“Sure,” the teen responded without even thinking about whether her achy body would feel better or worse from the exertion. Distractions. I need distractions.

“Great... I just need to clean up a bit and get changed. Ready in an hour?”

The blonde girl agreed and went back to her room, ignoring the smells coming from the box and her mom's panties in the corner... She was in no way ready to face that part of her reality.

- - -

Chloe and her daughter had been regular gym buddies, each enjoying the exercise, and each secretly enjoyed the people-watching. Sweaty, straining bodies had always turned on Chloe, but she had no idea that her daughter became aroused in the same way. An hour-long workout gave each the opportunity to work off some anxiety and stress while absently letting eyes drift to clenching butts, swaying breasts, and sweaty crotches of both men and women. Channa's head felt surprisingly better and her mom had ensured Channa drank a lot of water during breaks. Her mom had yet to mention anything about the wine, but Channa believed her drunkenness was somehow known.

By the time the two finished they were both covered in sweat, crotches sticky and moist, and Chloe caught a whiff of her daughter's aroma as they walked to the women's lockers. She blocked her thoughts and tried to ignore the conflicting feelings she experienced. “I need to pee.” Chloe announced, taking one of the two stalls in the toilet area. She heard her daughter enter the other and sit down. Chloe pulled down her pants and panties and began urinating, the smell of her sweaty pussy and urine mixing to tempt Chloe's arousal.

A steady stream in Channa's stall indicated that the teen was pissing as well, and Chloe struggled, trying not to imagine watching her daughter urinate, wondering what her moist teen cunt smelled like at that moment. The confusing dilemma left her swirling in shame and arousal.

- - -

Channa finished urinating and noticed her own scent for the first time. Her strong, alcohol-tainted urine washed over the subtler smells from her sweaty vagina. Her mother's piss had slowed in the next stall, and Channa reached for tissue.

Her clit was rock hard. Straining. Channa felt a moment of confusion as she dipped her hand down to touch herself. Wah...? Oh, seriously, not right now... but... I could really use a cum... Her involuntary motions became a single-minded need to orgasm, blocking out everything else. She held her breath, carefully keeping herself quiet as she circled her clit. Hairs glistening around her vagina, Channa dipped her fingers into her slit and fingered herself deeply. The memory of smelling her mother's panties brought her to a bubbling orgasm.

Channa climaxed, barely stifling her moan, ejaculating fluids into the toilet. She restrained her hips but couldn't stop rocking to the rhythm of her orgasm, fingers darting between clit and cunt. Her release was complete and washed over her, relaxing her body as she slumped back on the toilet. She reached for toilet paper but a different sensation caused her to pause.

- - -

Chloe had just flicked a tender finger across her clit when she heard the urine stop flowing in the next stall. Channa had finished urinating, so Chloe hastened to put away her arousal and get her clothes pulled up.

She stopped before she could stand, the very lightest sigh heard from Channa's lips. Chloe sat aroused and anticipating hearing more. A few seconds passed before she heard the toilet bowl creak slightly, then creak again.

Her daughter was masturbating.

Chloe's body responded by redoubling the throbbing in her hard clit. She needed release, and she needed it now. Sliding her fingers into her cunt, she probed her pussy deeply before slipping them up to circle her clit. Her pussy hair tickled her hand as she played with herself and imagined the scene in the next stall. Orgasm building, she tried hard to be quiet and listen to her daughter's pleasure.

An small escaped moan from the teen's orgasm caused Chloe to climax hard. Groaning through clenched teeth, Chloe's pussy spasmed and drooled, grabbing her finger and squeezing, her palm rubbing against her stiff clit. She rocked as carefully as possible, feeling her release radiate and consume her. The smell from her pussy was of cum and sweat and pleasure. Chloe sat back on the toilet and relaxed.

A fart escaped from Channa's stall and Chloe sat motionless, listening carefully. A second followed, and moments later, the sounds of splashing made Chloe aware that her daughter was defecating. Chloe stroked her clit back to firmness and quickly climaxed again as her teen daughter shit after orgasming. A light grunt, then another hit Chloe's ears as the mom's orgasm peaked, and Chloe then did the one thing that seemed to be missing as her cum drooled: she started shitting.

- - -

Chloe had come down hard from her orgasm to find the pressure in her bowels to be urgent and needing. Suddenly worrying more about her mom hearing her shit than hearing her masturbate, she tried to clench her anus, but was unable to stop the fart from opening her tight backdoor and bursting free.

The sound seemed so loud Channa was sure everyone in the gym heard it. Resigned to her inability to stop, she relaxed, opening her butthole and letting the flow out. Another fart followed, a shorter one, before a long squishy turd slid through her ass and splashed below. Channa strained against her will and grunted as a smaller, firmer poo slid through and fell. Everything else was just farts as they shot out and echoed around the bowl and the room. I suppose that's no worse than last night. Jesus, I watched my mom and Megan shit and cum... while I came!... Hearing me shit isn't going...

The low moan followed by a splash in the stall next to her brought Channa back to herself. She tried not to focus on the sounds, tried not to think about her mom on the toilet, masturbating and shitting, but her overwhelmed imagination took over, and she thought she could see in her mind her mom, legs spread, settled on the toilet, fingering herself, taking a shit. Why... why am I so turned on by this...? Another splash, then a wet fart followed as Channa listened silently, absorbed in her mental image of her mom defecating.

Soon, all was quiet except the quick, deep breathing of mom and daughter, both coming down from orgasms. Both having just defecated. Both very conflicted and feeling unable to deal with the other any time soon.