The phone rang and Susan answered it, completely ignoring you who was, in her eyes, just a toilet. She sat down, relaxing as she spoke to her friend, but it doesn't take long for you to start whimpering into her folds, since you couldn't breathe at all.
You struggle beneath her, but Susan barely notices as she continues to speak to her friend.
"Oh yes, Steve and I are great! I'm so glad we met!"
You gasp, sucking her pussy into your mouth in a vain attempt to gain much needed oxygen.
"How're you and Danny?"
You begin to turn blue around your lips, and your fingers starts to twitch uncontrollably.
"Oh, that's great! I'm so pleased for you! I've always wanted a baby boy! We'll have to have a baby shower for you!"
It doesn't take long for you to stopp moving, as your mothers liquids just leaks into your now lifeless mouth and down your throat.
"MOM!" Sally's voice broke into the phone conversation. "I need to go really bad!"
"I'll speak to you later, love." Susan said into the phone. "My daughter needs me a second."
As she hung up, Sally came bursting through the door.
"Alright dear, alright!" Susan laughed, getting up. "Toilet freak, stay!"
"Uhm..." Sally looked over at you. "I don't think he's going to be moving Mom..."
The older woman looked over at the body of her son, and realised what had happened. "Oh, I must have stopped him from breathing while on the phone!"
Sally keep jumping up and down on the spot. "I don't care what happened, I'm still pissing on him. I need to go!"
As Sally emptied her gushing bladder over your body, Susan pondered the events.
"It saves me a job, I suppose, I was going to poison him.. but this is just as good, and rather fitting end for such a pathetic loser of a son and a waste of space haha."
Later that day Steve dug a shallow grave at the bottom of the garden, and dumps your body into it. Unmarked and unrefined, your body simply getting covered up. He can't help but to laugh as he pulls his pants down on final time and pisses onto the spot where you lay burried. "Hope you forever taste out waste in hell you ugly cunt!" He then returns to the house as if nothing ever happened.
It only takes a couple of days after that for the family to forget that you even existed, Susan was the most happy as she realised she could now honestly say she had no son. Everyone moved on without a second thought for the broken ‘toilet' buried at the bottom of the garden.
End of the original story.
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