Hannah's breath hitched as she found herself kneeling before her mother, her eyes locked on the intimate sight before her. The air was thick with the musky scent of sex and something more primal, making her stomach clench with a mix of disgust and something darker.
She could see the evidence of her mother's recent release glistening on her skin, the messy remnants of her bowel movement still visible.
[Mom's asshole... is covered in her shit...] Hannah thought, her stomach churning slightly as she took in the sight. [She wants me to use my tongue... It's disgusting... I won't do it... even if I die.]
I couldn't see Julie's asshole from my position holding her, but I didn't need to. Through our telepathic connection, I could hear Hannah's thoughts as clearly as if she had spoken them aloud. The revulsion in her voice was palpable, but beneath it, I could sense something else - a flicker of curiosity, a dark fascination that she couldn't quite suppress.
