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Toilet Training

by Mat Twassel

Copyright© 2025 by Mat Twassel

Fiction Sex Story: Mom worries about her daughter's future. Toilet training evolves into student debt. Note: despite the title, there is no pee play here. I don't think it deserves the caution tag, but I suspect most readers won't find it a happily-ever-after tale. Illustrated.

Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fiction   Oral Sex   Illustrated   .

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I’ve known Jace since he was a toddler. I’ve changed his diapers more than a time or twenty for fuck’s sake. With he and my Cindy the same age, growing up together, I suppose it shouldn’t have been a surprise that they’d become childhood sweethearts. And make no mistake, Jace seems like an upstanding young man. Probably he’d be good for Cindy. He might be a good parent should he and Cindy ever have kids of their own. As for me, I’ve tried to be a good mom. I tried to do the right thing, and it wasn’t always easy, being a single mom from the time I was sixteen. Was reading her diary the right thing to do? I’m not sure, but I couldn’t very well unread it.

The thing is, Cindy needs to go to college. It’s where it’s at. I’d been putting money away for her whole life so that she could go. And she got into a great school where I’ve rented a house not far from campus. Jace is smart too, but not smart enough. Not that I have anything against junior colleges.

From reading her diary, I found out that Cindy planned to stay home, not go to school, just to be with Jace. It was the same day she wrote that he had the best cum she’d ever tasted. I hadn’t known she’d tasted any boy’s cum. I had reason to believe this was a gross exaggeration. In any case, I don’t think that was the reason I did what I did.

I made sure Cindy thought I’d be away all afternoon, then I parked around the block, walked back and hid out in the basement. Sure enough Jace arrived ten minutes later.

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“Do you have to pee?” I asked him when he came into the bathroom about half an hour later. He was too surprised to answer. “Better close the door and lock it,” I told him. Maybe it wasn’t necessary. After sex, Cindy sleeps like the dead.

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I could taste Cindy’s cunt on his cock. And his cum was indeed quite tasty. Before I let him out of my mouth I gave him a hard nip while at the same time squeezing his pouch. He let out a good-sized yelp.

“There, there,” I said, patting his penis. “Now listen up. You’re joining the marines, or whatever branch of the service will take you. You’re doing it this afternoon. Anything short of that and you’ll be peeing sitting down for the rest of your miserable life.”

Cindy was heartbroken, but I’m pretty sure she’ll get over it.

 
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