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A few days later, I heard a familiar voice talking to Glenda from a distant part of the house. Later, footsteps approached, and someone entered the bathroom. I recognized her face right away. I was Glenda's mother. My former mother-in-law. She was in her upper fifties but had the body of a forty-year-old. She still worked out at a local ladies' gym. Aerobics and the stationary bike from what Glenda told me. Her face still had the resting bitch face that Glenda inherited. But hers was more mature and looked haughty, as if everything was beneath her. She and I had exchanged harsh words every time we were in the same room. She never thought I was worthy of her daughter's time.

Now she glanced down at me as if I were dog shit. Then a smirk turned up one side of her thin lips. She closed the door and turned around and pulled down her slacks. Her butt had a more toned look than other women her age, but it still had a few dimples of fat at the edges. I hoped she came to pee and would just leave me alone.

She sat on the toilet, and I got a view of her ass I never wanted. Her asshole was dark and hairy, and something looked even darker along one edge of her anus. Perhaps she had not wiped herself thoroughly the last time she took a shit. Just pee and leave, I thought to myself.

I heard her tap the screen, and the machine hummed to life. My face rose toward her ass crack at the same time my mouth hinged open. I was pretty used to being peed into by now and just wanted this over. But instead of stopping short of her ass, my face continued to rise and mashed itself against her ass crack. It didn't stop like it usually did. My face became buried deep in her ass, and I could see up her backside that she was being raised as well. My face was lifting her off the seat. Her heavy full weight was sitting on my face, and she was off the toilet seat.

"Oh shoot," she said. "This isn't right. Now which button did she say to use?" I heard her say under her breath.

I heard another tap, and we were lowered back to let her outer butt cheeks rest on the toilet seat, and my face felt relieved of the pressure of her whole body. But my face remained against her smelly ass crack. Then she tapped another place on the screen, and my face moved forward, sliding across her hairy ass crack until my nose was in her anus. Then it moved back the other way, sliding my face until my nose was again barely out of her crack, where I could see her back. This motion happened half a dozen times as she made fumbling attempts to hit the right buttons.

She must have chosen another place to tap because the back-and-forth sliding motion stopped, and now my face moved away from her hairy asshole and became a new motion. Now my tongue left my mouth and remained straight. At the same time, my face rammed into her ass over and over while my tongue pierced her hairy anus. I was tongue-fucking the bitch! I really didn't think she was doing this on purpose. She was always one of those mature ladies who became fuddled with new technology. But she was making my life a hell right then. I continued to tongue fuck her asshole until she found another place to tap.

My face stopped ramming her ass, and now it made a deeper hum and it closed in tight against her ass until I heard the sexy computer lady say, "Air tight." So, unless this was a mistake too, I was in for a hot shit from this old bitch. I hate being right. She stopped, and I looked up at her shoulders as they relaxed from their hunched-over anxiety look while she puzzled her way out of the problem. Now she seemed to concentrate on what she came to the bathroom for.

I could sense her anus opening and closing and felt her tiny hairs moving to the motion as they brushed my helpless tongue. I wished it were delayed longer, but there was no mercy in this world. A hard knob of something met my tongue, and I didn't have to guess what it was. I tasted bitter and awful just as all the other times I had to endure this procedure.

Her shit came out thick and stiff, and it packed into my throat with the force of her bowels pushing it. As always, my throat was stretched to its limit and my eyes were bugged out. That's when I heard her speak.

"About time you were useful for something," she said and added a snicker.

I choked down her raw waste because I had no choice. When she had given me two more turds, she tapped a place on the screen and my tongue extended. Instead of licking her hairy ass clean as I expected. My tongue darted in and out of her shit-smeared asshole. She had pressed the wrong dam button again. Now I was tongue fucking her shitty asshole. Finally, she found the correct place, and my tongue licked the shit off her ass, sliding over her curly anal hairs. When it was completed, she tapped something else and my face lowered and my mouth clamped shut, trapping the awful taste of this bitch in my mouth. She didn't even have to pee, which would have rinsed the inside of my mouth for me. The bitch!