How a family deals with a creepy son-1

“Mum,” Sally turned her head to look at the older woman who was leaning on the doorframe in shock. “He likes it. I caught him earlier sniffing my panties, and wanking in my bedroom.. He likes skidmarks, and piss-stained panties.. so I thought I’d let him taste the real thing. He’s my toilet slave.”

Their mother was silent, listening with a horrified look on her face.

“He wants to be treated like this. And he’s always been creepy and disgusting – now we know why.”

Susan had to admit her son was one of the creepiest people she’d ever met. Most of the time she denied she had a son.

“It’s the best way to treat him.. and,” Sally giggled, “there is no need to clean the toilet when we have Abram!”

“True…” Susan conceded, she was curious about this new development, and crept a little closer to see what was happening. “You really are disgusting. I wish you weren’t my son.”

“Did you want a go, Mum?” Sally asked, as she raised herself off Abram face a little. “Lick me clean.”

As Abram licked the last remaining drops of piss off his sisters thick pussy lips, his mother nodded tentatively. “Show me what to do?”