April 25th 2021
My best friend’s boyfriend is older and he DJ’s and he sometimes gets us into 21 and up clubs he’s playing. He’ll open up a back door for us, and once in a while we’ll go early and help him set up and then just stay and blend in. He used to sneak us into the 18 and up shows too but we both turned eighteen this spring.
Tonight he was playing a set downtown at a gay/drag bar and on Saturday nights they had “Fetish Nights”. It’s fun to dress up like that and be out around people. We’ve gone before and it was so much fun. The drag queens and gay guys are so sweet and they treat my friend and I like we’re goddesses.
We begged Adam to sneak us in again and he said he would. Same back door, 11PM.
My parents were at some dinner party or something so the house was empty. Ashley came over after dinner at her Grandma’s house and we got ready. She wore a little raver girl outfit. I put on a pair of tight blue jeans with heels and a shiny black corset I stole from my mom’s closet.
We went and had so much fun. We partied and danced and got free drinks all night.
I was too fucked up to drive so Adam drove us home after he loaded his gear into his SUV.
I remember holding my forehead against the window in the backseat and trying not to get sick.
I must have passed out because the next thing I know, we’re stopped and Adam is helping me out of the backseat. I can barely walk. Adam and Ashely hold me up as we walk to my front door. I start digging through my purse for my keys and the porch light turned on. The door unlocked and it was my mom in her robe.
“Oh my God” she said and she reached out to help me into the house and told my friends “thank you for bringing her home”. I don’t remember the door closing.
The next thing I know I’m on my knees on the bathroom tile, throwing up into the toilet. My purse spilled onto the floor beside the toilet, me holding the rim of the bowl, and my mom sitting on the edge of the bathtub, holding my hair back; patting my back and telling me to get it all out as I wretched.
I’d thrown up a lot and was starting to gather my wits a little bit.
The bathroom door flew open and scared me half to death. I saw my father, half asleep, dragging his feet into the bathroom.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” he said as he sauntered towards mom and me.
I watched as he continued towards us until he stumbled to a stop next to me.
My stomach turned, I gripped the cold bowl with both hands and continued to show my mom everything I’d had to drink tonight. Mom was still holding my hair back. I lifted my head and wiped away the corner of my mouth.
My head hanging in the bowl, close enough to feel a coolness on the toilet water. My mouth open, panting, spit and residue dripping and leaking from my mouth. My mom is still holding my blonde hair back in a makeshift ponytail. I gather myself and start to raise my head out of the bowl to sit up.
Her familiar gentle touch holding my hair tightly, I go to raise up with her help but suddenly I feel her tighten her grip on my ponytail. My hair stung. She wouldn’t let me lift my head anymore.
“Mom I’m done I.”
“You’re not done”. She said as she pushed my face back down into the bowl, pushing my neck into the rim of the toilet.
“Mom!” What are you doing?” I half yelled, still drunk and confused.
I lifted my eyesight back to my daddy. It happened so fast I couldn’t even think.
Like I wasn’t even there, my dad pulled down the front of his boxer briefs and popped his dick and balls out over the top of the waistband and he gripped it loosely in his hand.
“Daddy wait!” is all I could say before I saw my daddy start to piss.
“Daddy!!! No! I….”
Mommy held my face in the toilet, and she held me there unable to get up, and she watched while my father rained his thick stream of hot golden piss all over the side of my face. All over my cheeks, in my ears, all through my hair. I tried to speak but couldn’t. I couldn’t even cry. I slowly sobbed as my dad used his own daughter’s face as a toilet. It just kept coming. It poured down my face, washing away what makeup it could, as it drained and leaked along the gutters of my face, spilling past my lips and into my mouth.
I can still smell it.
The taste hit my tongue and I squished my cheeks together to spit out what I could.
I spit what had accrued in my mouth into the toilet water.
My mouth gaped open and I gasped for air, starting to hyperventilate. I drew a deep breath in a panic, and as the oxygen washed past my tongue, it brought to life the taste of my father’s piss on my tongue.
He just kept going and going. When it seemed to be over, he’d shake it and it would dribble and shoot, only to start up again full strength.
I quit struggling. I quit crying. I quit gagging. I hung my head motionless as my mom encouraged dad to cover me in every last drop.
The hot stream slowed, then dripped, then stopped. He shook it a few times above me, setting free the last drops of my unfortunate bath.
“Are you empty Daddy? My mother asked?
He didn’t answer, he pulled his cock back into his underwear and walked away without a word.
“Can I get up now mom?”
“Not until Mommy gives your face another bath” She said, as she stood up behind me and pushed my head further into the bowl.
She pushed the back of my head with both hands, pulling my hair hard enough to make a sober girl cry, and shoving her baby girl’s piss covered face all the way down until my mouth and cheeks jammed against the cold hard bottom of the bowl. She held my face under the water until I started to struggle to breath. She pushed harder, put her weight behind her hands, and laughed while I spewed bubbles in a panic to not drown. I started slapping the sides of the bowl. I screamed into the water, choking, crying, heaving.
She let off with one hand and flushed the toilet as she pushed herself off of my neck. She gave my face one last push as she stood up and released me. I froze, I laid there unable to catch my breath, and she left me there and just went to bed.
I lifted my head from the toilet and collapsed onto the cold tile floor alongside the toilet. I curled into a fetal position hugging the side of the potty. I passed out right there and there I spent the night, sobbing in my sleep, smelling Daddy with every breath.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mytnpd/my_first_story_my_first_post_i_hope_fetish_stuff