Darkguy

The second part. Warning: There is some poop.

A few days had passed since my aunt started peeing in my room. The morning after she destroyed my ps4, she returned the Darth Vader and stuffed bison to me. The Darth Vader was broken in half, the stuffed bison had been torn apart. Both were covered in piss and cum. My aunt pissed on the wreckage one last time before she left them with me.

She came back that night and sat on one of my huge body sized stuffed animals. I didn’t see a stream, but I could hear the piss running over it. She just sat there smirking as she emptied her bladder over it. She came back and pissed over my toys a few more times, mostly at night. One time I woke up at five am to find her pissing full force over my Starship Enterprise model. She noticed me looking and waved, then crushed it to pieces with her ass. My room was starting to smell like a public toilet.

Then the toilet in our bathroom broke. Two plumbers arrived to fix it the next morning; a fifty year old man and a blonde woman in her late twenties. They were doing their best, but it wasn’t going to be ready until the evening. We were sitting in the kitchen eating lunch. My mom was crossing her legs and holding her crotch. The plumbers were in and out of the kitchen. Whenever they appeared she stopped holding herself.

“I’m about to piss myself.” admitted my mom.

“That sucks.” I replied while playing my 3ds. I wasn’t really paying attention.

My mother looked over at my aunt who was drinking a big cup of tea. “How do you not have to go?” she demanded. “I haven’t pissed since the toilet broke last night!”

My aunt glanced at mom and smiled. “I found an alternate solution.”

My mom clutched her crotch again. “Tell me!”

My aunt looked around the room for a second. She took a long drag from her tea before she replied. My mom looked like she was in pain.

“I’ve been using Isaac’s room.” she stated.

“What do you mean?” asked my mom.

“You can’t go anywhere down here without the plumbers seeing. There’s nowhere upstairs that you’d be willing to go.” said my aunt. “But, you never even enter the brat’s room.”

“That’s horrible!” protested my mom.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps my mom was finally going to put an end to my aunt’s habit. My room would be safe at last.

“Think about it, Lily.” insisted my aunt. “Would you rather piss yourself in front of some strangers, or use that brat’s room? It’s not like he does anything for you.”

At that moment the older plumber walked into the room. Mom let go of her pants. She cursed and a wet patch appeared on her crotch. She was about to have an accident. My mom looked at the damage and turned to my aunt.

“Let’s go.” she said.

My mom and aunt headed up to my room. I followed them. I couldn’t believe what my own mother was about to do.

“You can’t pee in my room!” I protested.

My mom didn’t give me a reply. They reached my room and my aunt pushed open the door. My mother looked like she was about to squat down and let loose, but my aunt stopped her. She walked over to my bookcase and opened a drawer. Inside was my comic book collection.

“I think this would be a good place.” she stated.

My mom nodded and hurried over to the drawer. I watched in horror. My aunt had peed on a lot of my things, but she’d left my comic books alone. My own mother was going to destroy them. I was relieved when my aunt took the first comic book trade off the pile. It was my Uncanny X-Men Omnibus, the comic I cared the most about.

I watched in horror as my mother whipped off her jeans. She was naked from the waist down. My mom’s pussy was hairy. I wondered how long it had been since she trimmed it. She was holding one hand over her vagina to keep the piss in. Then she squatted over my comic book collection and let loose.

My mother’s piss was like a torrent. The top comic book was one of my Secret Six trades. The force of her piss began to make a hole in the cover. Her piss was dark yellow. She mustn’t have drunk anything since the toilet stopped working. She was letting it all out now. My mother’s a big woman, so I had no idea what the capacity of her bladder was.

The piss was soaking through my comic books. I watched as the pages greedily absorbed the liquid, turning into soggy messes. There was no way I could salvage any of them. My mother was letting everything go and they drank it up.

The smell was horrible. My room had already smelled like a toilet, but compared to my mom’s, my aunt’s piss smelled like roses. This was vile, morning piss of the worst variety. I’d watched pissing videos online, but I’d never seen anyone pee for as long and hard as my mother was now letting loose.

My mom let out a massive sigh. “I really needed this.”

“I can tell.” laughed my aunt. “You’re fucking soaking those things.”

My mom looked down at the damage she was causing and laughed. “You’re right. What am I peeing on?”

“I think they were comic books.” replied my aunt.

My mom hadn’t let up the whole time. She was still blasting my comic books with massive amounts of piss. My mom’s face twisted. She let out a massive wet fart.

“I have to do more than pee.” she admitted.

“Go ahead.” said my aunt. “Fuck it.”

While still pissing full force, my mom grunted and began to release a massive log of shit. The stench was even worse than her piss. Her shit fell out of her and landed upon the soggy mess, and then she started pushing out another one.

“Oh my god!” cried my mom. “I’m shitting in my son’s room!”

“Damn straight you are!” agreed my aunt.

My mom let out half a dozen massive logs of shit before she was done. My mom was a huge lady and she had been filled to capacity, but I still couldn't believe what she had inside of her. Piss was leaking out of the bottom of the drawer onto the floor.

“Damn, you had to go.” laughed my aunt.

“I’ve been holding it all night and morning.” said my mom, still peeing.

“I know you’ve always had a big bladder, but wow.” stated my aunt.

My mom finally finished. She must have gone for over two minutes. That was impressive enough, but she was like a fire hose the entire time. Her piss was spilling over the edge of the drawer onto the floor. The comic books were utterly ruined. The ink had run, the pages were mush and she’d blasted a hole through the first trade.

“I need to wipe.” said my mom.

My aunt held out my X-Men trade. “I got you covered.”

My mom didn’t hesitate. She grabbed the trade and started ripping pages out. I had been relieved my aunt had saved it, but now that I knew why I was crushed. My favourite comic book reduced to toilet paper.

My mom shoved the pages into her ass to wipe the shit away. The pages came out crumpled, ripped, and covered in shit. She dropped them into the drawer and tore out more pages. She showed no mercy to my book, treating it like any other roll. It took a few dozen pages before she was clean. My aunt watched the whole thing with a gleam in her eye.

“Wasn’t that easier than going downstairs to the bathroom?” she asked.

“I guess it was.” said my mom. “And...well, to be honest it was kind of fun.”

I knew I was doomed. Nothing in my room was safe. I was going to be living in a public toilet from now on.

“I have to piss as well.” stated my aunt.

“Where are you going to go?” asked my mom.

My aunt looked around my room until she spotted my Gundam poster. She pointed it out. “That poster looks like it could use a good rinse.”

“You kinky bitch.” laughed my mom.

My aunt flashed her a grin and got up on my bed. She pulled her skirt up to reveal she wasn’t wearing any panties. My aunt spread her legs and adjusted her lips with her fingers. She began spraying piss onto my poster.

Her yellow piss splashed against the poster, causing the ink to run. She left a huge stain on the wall, seeped down onto the floor. She was laughing her head off while she did it. Her stream was messy; she was getting piss all over my bed as well. Fortunately she didn’t have to go that bad. After about twenty seconds her stream died down. The last of it falling directly on my bed.

My mom tore out a few more pages and handed them to my aunt. She had to wipe down her legs and pussy because she’d made a mess. My aunt dropped the used pages on my bed and hopped onto the floor. She walked out of the room with my mom, leaving me behind.

My room smelled horrible. My mom’s shit was sitting at the bottom of a drawing filled with piss. There was no way I was cleaning it up. I slowly closed the drawer so nothing spilled. Then I took the pages off my bed. They were ruined.

I lay back on my bed and held my hands over my eyes. This was terrible. I lay there for an hour replaying the destruction over and over again in my mind. My cock was rock solid, but that didn’t fix my comic books.

The door opened and one of the plumbers walked in. It was the young woman. She had long blonde hair that was tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing a baggy shirt so it was hard to tell what she had upstairs, but she had a great ass. She looked around my room and pulled out her cell phone.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“Gotta piss.” she replied.

“You’re going to piss in my room?” I said.

She shrugged. “Dave can piss in the sink, but I can’t get up that high. Your aunt said I could use your room.”

She dropped her trousers and popped a squat over my switch. She started to piss on my console. She had a bored expression on her face while she went. She had her cell phone in her hands and was texting or something. She acted like she was on the toilet. She didn’t pay any attention to me.

She was casually ruining my switch with her pee. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from her shaved pussy. The plumber grunted and I saw the beginning of a turd push its way out of her asshole. She grunted with exertion as she forced it out. It fell on my switch with a wet thud. I wondered what kind of woman could use a strangers console as a toilet without a care in the world. She didn’t seem to get any pleasure out of it like my aunt did. She had to piss and my room was offered up as a receptacle.

After forty seconds she had finished peeing. She sidled over to my bookshelf and grabbed the Chamber of Secrets. She tore out a few pages, wiped herself with them and threw them on the floor. Then she walked out of the room without saying a word. I looked on in shock. Was there nothing sacred about my room anymore?

This is the start of a multi-part series. II plan to release more frequently. (I've already written the second part.)

My name is Isaac. I’m sixteen years old. I live with my thirty eight year old mother Lillian in an old townhouse in the middle of the city. My mother looks like an amazon. She’s six three and she works out all the time. Her muscles are evident, but she’s not bulky. She has short black hair and brown eyes. She would definitely be described as handsome, not beautiful, but there are plenty of people who are into her type. I myself am a small, scrawny nerd. I take after my father.

Recently my mother’s younger sister, Sarah, has been staying at our house. She’s five seven with red hair and a great body. I don’t know how big her boobs are, but I mean...wow. She’s thirty three, but she got pregnant in high school and already has an eighteen year old daughter, Vanessa. Sarah had just gone through a messy break up, so my mom decided to let her stay with us.

Our house has three bedrooms, but only one bathroom and that’s downstairs. Don’t ask me why. My room is off in a corner across from Sarah’s, while my mom is on the other side of the house. The house we live in may be old, but my room is pretty awesome. My dad used to buy me just about everything I wanted. I have a collection of comics, all the newest game systems, actions figures, novels, figurines, you name it, I have it. My mom never comes into my room. She makes me do my own laundry, but at least I don’t have to clean it up.

I must admit, I can be a bit of a pain to deal with. I don’t think my mother likes me very much and I know my aunt hates me. She never calls me by my real name, she just says brat. One of my friends dared me to install a camera in our bathroom to catch my aunt on the toilet. He has a massive crush on her. Unfortunately I must not have hide it well because my aunt found the camera before I got anything. It pissed her off something fierce. She hadn’t told my mother about it, but I knew it was only a matter of time. She spent the better part of an hour cussing me out about the damn thing. If my mother found out what I’d done she would kill me. I’m not sure that’s an exaggeration. If mom decided to tear me apart I couldn’t do much to stop her.

I was lying on my bed reading a comic book. It had been a few days since my aunt found the camera. My room was a mess. There were action figures, stuffed animals and books all over the floor. I could have picked them up, but I didn’t feel like it. I was surprised when the door to my room opened. My aunt walked in and looked around at the state of my room. I expected some kind of a lecture, but instead she just stood there, biting her lip.

“Er...what is is aunt Sarah?” I asked. I didn’t know what she wanted. I was afraid she was going to start screaming at me.

My aunt smiled at me, it wasn’t natural. “I realized a solution to my problem.” she replied sweetly.

“What problem?” I demanded.

“I’m bursting for a piss, but your mother’s in the bathroom.” explained my aunt. “She always takes forever in there.”

“What does that have to do with me?” I asked.

“Well, I’d go in the sink, but it’s filled with dishes. I can’t pee anywhere without her knowing.” stated Sarah. “There’s only one room she never comes in to.”

With that, Sarah dropped her pants, revealing a black thong. She walked into the middle of my room. I jumped off my bed in panic.

“You can’t pee in my room!” I protested. “I’ll tell my mom.”

“Then I’ll show her the camera.” replied my aunt. “I could tell her you blackmailed me into peeing in your room with the footage. I know she hates you, brat. She’ll believe me.”

My aunt pulled down her thong. I could see her pussy. She had a single strip of pubic hair leading to it. I was taken aback by the sight and her statement. She was right. If I went to my mom, nothing good would happen. Hell, if my aunt finished before I got my mom she could claim I’d pissed in my room and was trying to blame her for it.

My aunt squatted down over my floor. “Watch out for my stuff!” I cried.

“Right.” said my aunt.

She adjusted her butt so she was hovering over a pile of toys and stuffed animals, then began to piss. Her pee was bright yellow. I watched in horror as it splashed down upon my things. I couldn’t believe my aunt was ruining my belongings with her piss!

My aunt let out a satisfied sigh. “This feels awesome.”

She was pissing a steady stream. I watched as it coated a teenage mutant ninja turtle figure and splashed all over a stuffed elephant. There was no way I could wash them without my mother finding out. I’d have to leave them like that.

I hate to admit it, but the sight of my aunt voiding her bladder made my cock stiffen. I always had a thing for pee, but seeing it in person was something else. I just wished it wasn’t all over my things.

“Are you getting hard?” laughed my aunt. “I should create more of a show.”

My aunt shook her butt from side to side spread her pee around onto as many objects as she could. She was watching her piss cover my belongings with a wicked smile on her face. She must have had to go bad, because she just kept on peeing. The toys under her were beyond salvation. She tilted her pussy up to spray piss across the room. It hit the side of my bed and splashed on everything around it. I had to take a step back to avoid being hit.

My aunt giggled and returned her stream to the toys belong her. The wet patch from her piss was spreading to nearby toys around her. I wondered how long she could keep up the unrelenting assault.

Sarah’s relief lasted for about forty five seconds, but it felt like an eternity. She shook her ass up and down to dry off and grabbed a stuffed bear. She rubbed it on her pussy wiping away a few drops of piss, then she dropped it in the middle of her pee puddle.

My aunt pulled her thong and pants back up. She surveyed the damage she had caused and laughed again.

“You know what happens if you talk.” she warned.

She left me behind with the mess. My room was covered in piss. She must have pissed over a few dozen of my toys and stuffed animals. I reached down to pick one up, but flinched back when I felt the wetness on it. I sighed and went back to my bed. I didn’t feel like cleaning up my aunt’s piss. I figured the smell would eventually fade.

Later that night I was playing my ps4 with the volume up high. I knew my mom couldn't hear it from her room. My room still smelled like piss, but to be honest I didn’t really mind. The thought of my aunt pissing in my room made me a little horny.

It was past my bedtime, but I hated going to sleep. I could stay up past three in the morning playing video games and often did. I was in the middle of an overwatch match when my aunt came in. She walked over and pulled the headphones off my head. I turned to see what she wanted. I was still playing out of the corner of my eye.

“Turn the damn game off, brat.” she said. “I can hear it in my room. I’m trying to go to sleep.”

I looked at my aunt. She was wearing a flimsy nightgown with nothing underneath it. I could tell, because I could see her ample breasts through the fabric. My cock once again got hard. They were practically in my face.

“I’m in the middle of a game.” I replied.

“You’re always in the middle of a game.” growled my aunt.

“You’re not my mother.” I stated.

“Thank god.” she sighed. She rubbed her brow. “Look, would you please just turn the game off?”

I was still mad at her for pissing in my room, so I held my ground. “I won’t play for too much longer. I’m going to bed soon.” This meant I would be up for hours.

My aunt sighed and walked away. I put my headphones back on and went back to killing people as Road Hog. Instead of leaving my room, my aunt walked over to my ps4 and hung her bare ass over it. I pulled my headphones off.

“What are you doing!?” I roared.

“Turning the game off.” she stated.

My aunt began pissing full force over my ps4. Yellow piss streaked down the surface and entered the disk drive. I could hear an unnatural buzzing coming from the machine. After a few seconds the display went dead, but my aunt kept on pissing.

She had a huge smile on her face as she destroyed my ps4. I looked on in shock. This was the second time today she had used her piss to destroy my belongings. I have to admit my dick was rigid, but my ps4 was trash!

“This is much easier than walking downstairs in the dark.” sighed my aunt. She was still peeing a steady stream on my console. “Your room is now my official spare bathroom.”

My aunt’s piss was clear like water. She must have been drinking a lot to build up her reservoir. The ps4 was taking the full brunt of her stream, but piss was leaking over near my other consoles. I ran over and moved them out of the way. I didn’t try to take my ps4. It was already ruined and I was afraid Sarah would piss over my other consoles if I moved it.

My aunt was too intent on her toilet to notice. She was grinning from ear to ear while she watched her pussy gush.

She only peed for around thirty seconds this time, but it was more than enough to ruin the delicate console. She shook herself off and sat down hard upon the console.. There was a cracking noise as she settled. My aunt grabbed a Darth Vader action figure off the floor and began rubbing it against her pussy. Getting piss and something else on it.

“Peeing in your room is kind of hot.” she admitted.

My aunt plunged Vader’s head into her vagina. She let out a moan of pleasure before she realized what she was doing.

“I think I’ll play in my own room.” she mused. She took my Darth Vader and a stuffed bison and left my room in shambles.

I sat on my bed. Did that really just happen?