Facesitting David 2- "A reintroduction to the rest of our lives"

"The true equalizer of life is the shared experience of death"

There lies a suburban town, much like one you may already know. This town has
a school, butcher, firehouse and library. Street names like Main and
Cedergrove paint a portrait of typical Americana. Down one such street,
residing in one such home dwells a mother and her son. Into their hallway a
door lies slightly ajar. From first glance all seams kosher. A Victorian
bureau rests against the east wall standing parallel to a bookshelf and
heavily draped windows. Towards the south corner rests a well kept queen sized
bed, a bed with which would denote a certain keen sense of taste. Our gaze
begins at the end of this bed, where two, rather skinny, hairless legs jut out
to the edge. Shifting forward we begin to see the rest of this life form. His
chest, like his legs, seems frail. A physician may go even further and label
the body atrophied and malnourished, barely weighing more than 100 or so
pounds.

When we reach his neck our vision is abruptly blown aghast. Perched upon this
young man's face is a woman named Beth Johnson. Some amateur detective work on
Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forum would explain to us that the inert form
cruelly crushed under her rear is David Johnson, Beth's son. David was
involved in a horrible accident six months prior, a car carelessly careened
into him while he walked to school, the injuries were severe enough to cause
permanent brain damage. Ever since the accident David's life has been
subjected to the sadist tendencies of four women, Beth, her neighbors Margaret
and Wendy and even the lady driving the vehicle that struck David, Sue. It
takes a cold soul to do what Beth does; being that David is her own son. Beth
adjusts her seat, briefly lifting her rear from David's face. Glancing down
she sees that his face is as bright as a tomato; his eyes appear to be
abnormally sunken inward, our best guess is that is eye sockets simply cannot
handle the constant weight of so many women sitting for so much time. Beth
gently caresses David's face wiping away the abundant sweat which has formed
above is brow. Ok David, just another hour or so. David begins to mumble
incoherently as Beth reclaims her perch. Beth momentarily searches for his
nose, gyrates downward and screws David's nose up her panty clad asshole.
Aware that her asshole must stink she pays no attention to David's
predicament. Beth takes hold of her T.V controller and switches on a local
cooking program. A slight smile appears across her face as she falls into a
divine sense of relaxation. While adjusting the volume Beth ever so marginally
tilts forward releasing a silent fart into David's nose. David thrashes
violently from the noxious stench blast into his nostrils. Bracing herself,
Beth leans forward pushing down David's kicking legs. She remains sturdy upon
her seat knowing all too well that the 100 lbs form below her simply cannot
push off her 160 lbs body. After a brief struggle David resumes being still.
Beth releases his legs, once again sits upright and reinserts David's nose
into her asshole. The latter smile of relaxation reappeared, as she returned
her attention to the television program.

A few homes away from the Johnson's, Wendy's arms stretch with satisfaction
into the air. Ahhhh, Friday! My favorite day of the week, she thinks to
herself. Wendy's life is full of excitement and achievement at the moment,
she's been dating her high school sweetheart for 3 years now and things appear
to be getting serious. On top of which, Wendy has been awarded a scholarship
from a prestigious university within the state. Wendy's combination of
athletic prowess in volleyball and excellent grades veil her lack of moral
judgment. Wendy's mother Margaret is also very proud of her daughter. Margaret
is equally thrilled with Wendy for introducing her to Beth's son. At this
point, her babysitting of David has replaced her desire to remarry, or even
look for that matter! Mom remember to pick me up after volleyball practice,
and don't be late, Mr.'s Johnson is expecting us at 5. Margaret, getting
dressed for work replies with a hint of laughter, have I ever been late? Both
mother and daughter wait anxiously for the end of their respective days. Gosh
Margaret why is it that you appear daydreaming every Friday? Well it is the
end of the week and who would want to be cooped up here Janice? Wendy has just
finished her volleyball practice and gets changed in the locker room. She
makes sure not to change her underwear but does change her uniform into a
summer skirt. Quickly glancing over her appearance she makes way to the
parking lot. Wendy looks out and mutters to herself, damnit she's late! Before
Wendy can even begin another thought she sees Margaret turn into the lot.
Wendy's disappointment is replaced with budding excitement.

The two women arrive at Beth's front door only to be greeted by a note. "The
keys in the usual spot, I'll be home at 9, thanks ladies!" Margret finds the
key, turns and enters. Before either woman can get even a few feet they see
David crawling without any lack of direction on the foyer floor. Mom look!
Hahaha, what the hell is he doing? Wendy steps in front of her mother and
makes sure to land her foot onto the back of David's face. Ooops haha, Wendy
remarks. David's face is now slammed onto the hard concrete floor; mumbling
groans can be heard coming from below. Good Wendy, that little dog should not
be crawling around here anyways. Margaret slowly approaches David and her
daughter. Lifting her own foot Margaret slowly, with a look of disgust,
presses her own foot down onto David's back, gradually increasing the pressure
until her entire bodyweight crushes the poor soul. David's small frame squirms
uselessly while both women look at each other with satisfaction. Ok dear
that's enough, as Wendy lifts her foot Margret kneels down, cruelly lifting
David off the ground by his hair. The screams David makes would send chills
down the most hardened criminal. Stifle him Wendy, what, do you want to go to
prison?! While Margret continues to lift David by his hair, Wendy looks at his
screaming, confused at what to do, first she slams her right knee square to
the face, then again, and again. The crushing blows have temporarily quieted
him, but the moans are still fairly audible. Here you go David, now shut the
fuck up! Wendy kneels, pulls off her sweat soaked panties, grabs the back of
his head, pulling him forward and gags his subdued cries with her filth. Get
it in there deep Wendy, I'm trying mother. Just then, David's mouth finally
opens; Wendy pushes her hand all the way into his mouth, deposits the panties
and then forcefully closes David's mouth. Keep your palm on his mouth while I
drag him to the couch. Margret moves forward, dragging David by his hair
across the foyer into the living room. Quickly mom! I have to fart and I don't
want to waste it! In the living room Wendy releases his mouth and with her
mother's help, lifts him onto the couch. Margret cruelly pulls out Wendy's
panties. David resumes his wild thrashing; Margret drops her full weight onto
his chest, straddling him. She can feel his chest caving in from her 170 lbs
frame. Margret then grabs onto his thin arms and nods to her daughter that
he's ready. Wendy crawls onto the couch from behind David's head. She kneels
right over his face, takes his nose, pinching it. With the pinch David's mouth
opens wide in a desperate struggle to breath. Well Wendy he needs some air,
why not help him out. While pinching his nose Wendy drops her bare asshole
onto David's open mouth, she briefly positions herself and then lets out a
strong fart, held in for what seems hours. David's mouth is invaded with the
putrid taste. That's it you little shit, now you know your worth to this
world. Wendy makes sure to keep his mouth pressed to her asshole, allowing for
the entire smell to absorb David. Margate continues to keep David pinned and
Wendy releases a little bit more than gas into David's mouth, as a little
stream of shit falls down inward. Get it all in their love we don't want to
dirty Beth's couch. After Wendy finishes she turns and lifts herself,
straddling David's neck. She makes sure to keep her fingers firmly applied to
David's nose so he's forced to swallow her waste. Though, just to be sure,
Wendy uses her other hand to brace his jaw, making sure he can't turn his
head. Ok mom it looks like it's all down. Good Wendy, I feel I have to go in a
little bit as well ... ... ... .

To be continued