Logan
03-12-2003, 12:35 PM
This story may offend some of you and for that I am sorry. But I read it over at Sitters Board and thought I would share it. The original author is unknown but it was modified by a person on the other board calling themselves ass_sniffer. Well here it is and remember that any grammar mistakes and spelling errors are not mine.
Margaret was proud of her daughter Wendy, not only was she very pretty but she was studying at college and was doing well. Every Wednesday for the last four years Wendy with her friend would go and babysit poor Mrs. Johnson’s boy. He is a year older than Wendy but was knocked down by a car four years ago. All the witnesses said he ran out in front of the car and the impact was not great, but he hit his head on the curbstone which caused the blood clot on his brain. Physically he is fine, but mentally he is now a defenseless cripple. The woman driver was condemned by some for obtaining witnesses names rather than phoning for a ambulance, but in todays, “see you in court attitude”, most saw her point of view. Some medical experts did argue that those few wasted moments might have been all the difference between his full recovery and how he is now. But the driver would be first to admit that lifes a bitch, and so was she.
The phone rang and Margaret answered it, Wendy heard her say not to worry she would help her instead tonight. Well I am helping you tonight announced Margaret, that was Sue and she is not well and can not help you with David tonight. I have nothing to do and I dare say you would struggle on your own. They arrived on time to the Johnson’s home and Mrs. Johnson looked forward to her once a week evening away from her demanding son, so she did not stay to long in exchanging pleasantries and was soon on her way. Margaret went into the front room and saw David for the first time since he was fifteen. He was dressed and looked very much like any other nineteen year old, except he was laying on his back staring at his hand and mumbling incoherently to himself. Margaret went over and took his hand. Hello David, its Margaret, do you remember me David? You are wasting your time mother, Wendy said as she entered the room. He is completely brain dead, you might as well talk to that sofa than to him. That's a bit unkind, he is still a human being Wendy. Look Mother, me and Sue have been coming here for four years, and there are only two things he is good for Mother. One, he is a good source of income for Sue and me, his mother gets a government grant and she gives some of it to us for looking after him on Wednesday so she can go out and get laid. The other, he is so defenseless we can do whatever we want. Like I said, you might as well talk to that sofa than to him, but it is more fun sitting on his face though. If Margaret was a little shocked by what her daughter had said, she was gob smacked at what happened next. Wendy straddled his head and then lifted her skirt up around her waist revealing her well worn white panties, the same panties that she wore for her morning workout and throughout the day. Wendy sat herself firmly on David’s up turned face making sure that much of his face was trapped under her stinky buttocks as possible, but leaving his mouth uncovered a little so he could breath. Wendy placed her skirt down so all you could see of David was his lower body and his legs. He looked something like a mechanic under a car but he wasn't, this poor cripple was cruelly trapped helpless under her daughter’s smelly ass. Margaret was shocked and disgusted. But not at Wendy for what she was doing to poor David. She was disgusted at herself, her daughter was degrading and humiliating this poor unfortunate cripple who could not defend himself, Margaret knew that it was wrong and it was up to her to put a stop to it. It was up to her to stop it right NOW! But she couldn't, it just looked so beautiful to see her daughter tormenting that little cripple boy under her ass, making him smell her ass as he breathed. Well mother what are you thinking? My God Wendy what happens if Mrs Johnson finds out? Who’s going to tell her mum, you? Surely not this thing under my ass! No I wouldn't tell Wendy, but who else does this sort of thing to him. Only Sue and sometimes Mrs Bird comes over now and again and pays us to allow her to do it to him. Who's Mrs Bird Wendy, I don't know her do I? She is the lady who ran this idiot over and damaged his brain. She likes to sit on his head, she says it is revenge for him denting her car. My God Wendy, you allow the woman who done this to him to come here, into his home, and sit on his face? No mother you are not listening, she likes sitting on his head, she says its like those pictures of hunters sitting on their trophies, well she damaged his head and she likes to sit on it. I don't know about this Wendy? I need to sit down, Margaret went to the sofa a bit dazed, Wendy dismounted her victim and gently took her mums arm. Why not sit on him mum its great, he can’t do anything to stop you. No I can’t Wendy, its not right, and I am a lot heavier than you, I might do some harm to him under my weight. But Margaret was allowing herself to be taken to David’s prone body as Wendy pulled her over. Look at him mum, he is no good to anybody, he is useless, go on mum try it, you might even like it. Margaret found herself now standing over his face, she was lifting her skirt up just like her daughter had but revealing a larger and slightly fatter bum which was straining her panties. I will only sit on him for a couple of seconds she told Wendy. Wendy could see her mum was still very hesitant but she felt once she had tried it she would love it, there was just something so addictive about sitting on a helpless man. Margaret slowly started to seat herself on his face and gasped with delight as her buttocks covered his face. She could feel each of her buttocks resting in the cups of his eye sockets and was concerned for a fleeting moment she might be damaging his eyes. She then had a vision of this wretch enjoying the sight of her lovely daughters underwear when she sat on him. Margaret now found herself increasing her weight onto his eyes to punish them. Take that you dirty letch. What did you say mum, oh nothing dear. Margaret was now trying to insert his nose up her anus, she had never done anything like that before, God it must smell up there, but who was he going to tell. Wendy was amazed how her mum was enjoying herself sitting on David’s face. She was allowing him to breath which was a good thing. Well I’ll go and make us a cup of tea mum and then we’ll get him washed and take him to bed. Why’s that dear, why so early? You have been sitting on his face for over two hours mum, Mrs Johnson will be home in a hours time. We have to bath him yet and that can be fun. My God she had facesat him for two hours and it seemed like minutes. She stood up turned around and sat again covering his mouth this time, she wiggled to make certain as much of her weight bore onto to him as possible. She gathered up her skirt and looked into his eyes which were temporally blinded from having to support so much of Margaret’s weight. I enjoyed sitting on your stupid face and I will be around here again and sit on you again. Will you like that my little oxygen thief? It is the only time you are any use, saving the wear and tear on the furniture. Magaret looked at the pathetic creature crushed under her ass and realised she hated him and she wanted to make him suffer. She moved herself back and sat on his chest, she enjoyed the feeling of her weight pressing his ribs so they contoured to her bum. Each breath he inhaled he was forced to lift her up and when he exhaled her weight would force the air out of his lungs like a bellows. She moved herself forward again and placed her panty covered anus right over his mouth. She could let a stinky fart go into his mouth, but she would not want to foul the air for her daughter. But what would stop her from defecating into his mouth, he couldn't resist her, maybe one day in the future. Well shift up mum and let me sit down. Margaret sat back onto his chest as Wendy handed her both cups of tea. She lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties to her ankles and adjusted David’s face and then sat on his face side saddle. She could feel his nose lightly brush up against her anus knowing full well that her ass must stink something awful after her sweaty workout, all day at school and then a hearty bowel movement before they left to watch David. She wiggled so his nose was completely snuggled up against her anus and she could feel him take in breaths and liked the sensation. Both mother and daughter sitting on a poor cripple boy drinking their tea and chatting and not bothering about the insignificant sole trapped under their asses.
Margaret was proud of her daughter Wendy, not only was she very pretty but she was studying at college and was doing well. Every Wednesday for the last four years Wendy with her friend would go and babysit poor Mrs. Johnson’s boy. He is a year older than Wendy but was knocked down by a car four years ago. All the witnesses said he ran out in front of the car and the impact was not great, but he hit his head on the curbstone which caused the blood clot on his brain. Physically he is fine, but mentally he is now a defenseless cripple. The woman driver was condemned by some for obtaining witnesses names rather than phoning for a ambulance, but in todays, “see you in court attitude”, most saw her point of view. Some medical experts did argue that those few wasted moments might have been all the difference between his full recovery and how he is now. But the driver would be first to admit that lifes a bitch, and so was she.
The phone rang and Margaret answered it, Wendy heard her say not to worry she would help her instead tonight. Well I am helping you tonight announced Margaret, that was Sue and she is not well and can not help you with David tonight. I have nothing to do and I dare say you would struggle on your own. They arrived on time to the Johnson’s home and Mrs. Johnson looked forward to her once a week evening away from her demanding son, so she did not stay to long in exchanging pleasantries and was soon on her way. Margaret went into the front room and saw David for the first time since he was fifteen. He was dressed and looked very much like any other nineteen year old, except he was laying on his back staring at his hand and mumbling incoherently to himself. Margaret went over and took his hand. Hello David, its Margaret, do you remember me David? You are wasting your time mother, Wendy said as she entered the room. He is completely brain dead, you might as well talk to that sofa than to him. That's a bit unkind, he is still a human being Wendy. Look Mother, me and Sue have been coming here for four years, and there are only two things he is good for Mother. One, he is a good source of income for Sue and me, his mother gets a government grant and she gives some of it to us for looking after him on Wednesday so she can go out and get laid. The other, he is so defenseless we can do whatever we want. Like I said, you might as well talk to that sofa than to him, but it is more fun sitting on his face though. If Margaret was a little shocked by what her daughter had said, she was gob smacked at what happened next. Wendy straddled his head and then lifted her skirt up around her waist revealing her well worn white panties, the same panties that she wore for her morning workout and throughout the day. Wendy sat herself firmly on David’s up turned face making sure that much of his face was trapped under her stinky buttocks as possible, but leaving his mouth uncovered a little so he could breath. Wendy placed her skirt down so all you could see of David was his lower body and his legs. He looked something like a mechanic under a car but he wasn't, this poor cripple was cruelly trapped helpless under her daughter’s smelly ass. Margaret was shocked and disgusted. But not at Wendy for what she was doing to poor David. She was disgusted at herself, her daughter was degrading and humiliating this poor unfortunate cripple who could not defend himself, Margaret knew that it was wrong and it was up to her to put a stop to it. It was up to her to stop it right NOW! But she couldn't, it just looked so beautiful to see her daughter tormenting that little cripple boy under her ass, making him smell her ass as he breathed. Well mother what are you thinking? My God Wendy what happens if Mrs Johnson finds out? Who’s going to tell her mum, you? Surely not this thing under my ass! No I wouldn't tell Wendy, but who else does this sort of thing to him. Only Sue and sometimes Mrs Bird comes over now and again and pays us to allow her to do it to him. Who's Mrs Bird Wendy, I don't know her do I? She is the lady who ran this idiot over and damaged his brain. She likes to sit on his head, she says it is revenge for him denting her car. My God Wendy, you allow the woman who done this to him to come here, into his home, and sit on his face? No mother you are not listening, she likes sitting on his head, she says its like those pictures of hunters sitting on their trophies, well she damaged his head and she likes to sit on it. I don't know about this Wendy? I need to sit down, Margaret went to the sofa a bit dazed, Wendy dismounted her victim and gently took her mums arm. Why not sit on him mum its great, he can’t do anything to stop you. No I can’t Wendy, its not right, and I am a lot heavier than you, I might do some harm to him under my weight. But Margaret was allowing herself to be taken to David’s prone body as Wendy pulled her over. Look at him mum, he is no good to anybody, he is useless, go on mum try it, you might even like it. Margaret found herself now standing over his face, she was lifting her skirt up just like her daughter had but revealing a larger and slightly fatter bum which was straining her panties. I will only sit on him for a couple of seconds she told Wendy. Wendy could see her mum was still very hesitant but she felt once she had tried it she would love it, there was just something so addictive about sitting on a helpless man. Margaret slowly started to seat herself on his face and gasped with delight as her buttocks covered his face. She could feel each of her buttocks resting in the cups of his eye sockets and was concerned for a fleeting moment she might be damaging his eyes. She then had a vision of this wretch enjoying the sight of her lovely daughters underwear when she sat on him. Margaret now found herself increasing her weight onto his eyes to punish them. Take that you dirty letch. What did you say mum, oh nothing dear. Margaret was now trying to insert his nose up her anus, she had never done anything like that before, God it must smell up there, but who was he going to tell. Wendy was amazed how her mum was enjoying herself sitting on David’s face. She was allowing him to breath which was a good thing. Well I’ll go and make us a cup of tea mum and then we’ll get him washed and take him to bed. Why’s that dear, why so early? You have been sitting on his face for over two hours mum, Mrs Johnson will be home in a hours time. We have to bath him yet and that can be fun. My God she had facesat him for two hours and it seemed like minutes. She stood up turned around and sat again covering his mouth this time, she wiggled to make certain as much of her weight bore onto to him as possible. She gathered up her skirt and looked into his eyes which were temporally blinded from having to support so much of Margaret’s weight. I enjoyed sitting on your stupid face and I will be around here again and sit on you again. Will you like that my little oxygen thief? It is the only time you are any use, saving the wear and tear on the furniture. Magaret looked at the pathetic creature crushed under her ass and realised she hated him and she wanted to make him suffer. She moved herself back and sat on his chest, she enjoyed the feeling of her weight pressing his ribs so they contoured to her bum. Each breath he inhaled he was forced to lift her up and when he exhaled her weight would force the air out of his lungs like a bellows. She moved herself forward again and placed her panty covered anus right over his mouth. She could let a stinky fart go into his mouth, but she would not want to foul the air for her daughter. But what would stop her from defecating into his mouth, he couldn't resist her, maybe one day in the future. Well shift up mum and let me sit down. Margaret sat back onto his chest as Wendy handed her both cups of tea. She lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties to her ankles and adjusted David’s face and then sat on his face side saddle. She could feel his nose lightly brush up against her anus knowing full well that her ass must stink something awful after her sweaty workout, all day at school and then a hearty bowel movement before they left to watch David. She wiggled so his nose was completely snuggled up against her anus and she could feel him take in breaths and liked the sensation. Both mother and daughter sitting on a poor cripple boy drinking their tea and chatting and not bothering about the insignificant sole trapped under their asses.