The origin of my women shitting and farting fetish
by Flynn

The other night I was in a grocery store just about at closing time. There was a good looking middle age woman with her male partner checking out in front of me. I was next in line and as I looked around I was probably the last customer of the night. The couple in front of me left and I went through the checkout very quickly since I only had a few items to buy. When I got out to the parking lot I was only about 20 feet behind the middle age couple. The three of us were alone. The couple didn't realize that I was behind them. Suddenly the middle age woman lets go with a beautiful loud fart. Followed by several small farts in cadence with her steps. I heard her say to the man with her, "Whew, I feel better. I was holding it in all the time we were in the store. I hope this gets things going. I've been trying to shit all day but nothing comes out. I know I've got a huge one in there. The way my stomach feels, if the shit comes out it will be a toilet stopper." Then she laughed as she farted a couple of more times. She said, "Hon, if I can't shit when we get home, do you mind giving me an enema?" The man spoke for the first time. "Let's hope you can't shit!" He laughed wickedly.

By the time I got in my car, I had a rock hard erection. As I drove back to my apartment, I began to think back to the first time I found the sound of a woman shitting and farting so titilating. My earliest recollections go back to my childhood. I am an only child. My father worked during the day and I was alone with my mother. My mother was very protective of me when I was young, probably because I was an only child. Around 9AM each morning, my mother would stop her housework to take a shit. We had a lav on the first floor and she would leave the door open. "Stay where I can watch you," she would say. My mother was a great farter. As soon as she plopped her ass on the toilet she would let rip with a few loud soupy sounding farts. Then I would hear her piss and she let a few more loud farts go. I found the sounds to be pleasurable. I was only about 5 years old but I got strangely excited when I saw my mother going into the lav. When we had company, I would get as close to the door as I could without being obvious when one of my aunts or one of my mother's woman friends would go to the lav. I could never hear any other woman fart. Apparently they would be careful to let them come out silently. My mother had no inhibitions, all the guests could hear her farting when she went to the lav.

One day I got bold enough to ask her if I could come in while she was "going to the bathroom." She said, "Sure." She lifted up her dress, pulled down her panties and sat on the toilet. I saw her thick black bush for the first time. As she began her daily routine of farting, I asked her why she had hair between her legs. "Everybody has hair down there when they get to be teenagers," she said between farts. Then I saw piss coming out through that thick bush. "Where is your peepee?", I asked. My mother said, "Men have peepees, women don't." By now the small room was was starting to smell. She must have been aware that I noticed the smell. She said, "Are you sure you want to stay in here, I haven't even gotten going yet?" I said, "I don't mind the smell." As we were talking, I could see her face getting a little red as she was trying to push a shit out. I heard a small fart followed by a huge splash in the water. Several smaller splashes ensued. We continued talking and ocassionally she would fart. she stayed on the throne a little longer, let out one more fart and said, "That's it, I think I'm done." She grabbed some toilet paper and wiped her bush. Then she took another wad of toilet paper, reached between her legs and wiped her ass. She repeated this back to front motion several more times with several more wads of toilet paper. Finally she checked the toilet paper to see if there was anymore shit on it. There wasn't. She held the toilet paper up to me and said, "See you wipe until the toilet paper is clean." She laughed. She got off the toilet, pulled up her pantiea, and lowered her dress. Before she flushed, she washed her hands. As she did, I looked into the toilet to see a few small shits as well as the biggest shit I had ever seen. I hadn't shit anything that size. I asked, "Did this big one hurt coming out?" She said, "Yes, it was very hard. Your father is going to have to give me an enema tonight. I need a good cleaning out!" I was hooked. My life long fetish started right there.