My mom and aunt get together occasionally, but when they do they usually go through a good 2-3 bottles of wine. Last Friday aunt Marilyn came over and boy did they drink. It was late by the time I got home from work and both were tipsy. I fell asleep on the couch, had a long day at work. I remember hearing my mom saying “Kimmy, kimmy hun wake up”. I looked at mom, my eyes hardly open, and she said, “Walk your aunt home, I think she’s to drunk to walk home by herself.”
I woke and walked into the kitchen where aunt Marilyn was she was obviously bombed, and I helped her get her coat on. She is in her late 30’s, she wore a black leather coat trench style and she was wearing Dark brown loose fit corduroy pants and a tan sweater. She kind of staggered a bit as we left the house, and she slurred her words when she spoke and made very little sense.
We walked slowly toward her place, which was 3 blocks away. Aunt Marilyn walked slowly and seemed preoccupied with something. She stopped and told me she felt kinda funny and wanted to rest a minute. We stopped. She talked a little and I remember seeing her legs were apart. AS we started walking again she walked kind of slow and like she just got off a horse. I walked with her a block or so more and she was still walking funny and every once in a while her face got red and had kind of a sour look on it.
We were on her street when she asked to stop again. We did.
This time she was talking clearer and she stood with her legs apart as before. She started to tell a joke, and I remember her laughing and when she did she bent her knees. She laughed and so did I the joke was funny. She started walking again and she acted very strange. She would not walk near me, she kind of lagged in the back and her walk was slower and I was beginning to wonder exactly what she was doing. As we got to her house she and I walked up the driveway and I looked at her as she staggered in her wide legged stance. We got to the garage door entrance and she pushed the door button. I looked down the driveway and then I knew for sure what Aunt Marilyn had been doing.
I noticed a lump of poop sitting in the driveway! I looked over and looked at Aunt Marilyn’s ass but her coat was on so nothing really showed. I was very curious now. We entered her house and I told her I would help her with her coat. She turned I helped her get it off and my suspicions were confirmed. Aunt Marilyn had crapped her pants.
I slowly took off her coat, and she knew that I knew what had happened because she was quiet. As I took the coat off for some strange reason I pushed my finger on the lump in her corduroys. They were soft and warm. The lump was very large and it was kinda wet from being there a while. Aunt Marilyn slowly moved around and asked if I wanted a drink. I was shocked that we were home and she had a dump in her pants and she wasn’t going to change!
I didn’t take the drink but she took one and she wanted to get some air so we walked out on the porch. Aunt Marilyn didn’t seem o mind that she had a pile in her pants, as a matter of a fact I think as we stood there she did more. We talked as if nothing was wrong. She stood there in a normal stance now giving in to the mess in her trousers and I noticed steam coming from them as I glanced at her lumped corduroys again. I began to get kind of turned on from the sight of her at her age inn loaded pants.
The phone rang and I went in to get it. It was my mom. I wasn’t sure what to say when she asked if my aunt was ok. I wanted to say yes but she made a load in her pants, but I didn’t. She told me to come back once she was settled in and I said I would. I went back out and as I approached the door I looked and aunt Marilyn had her hand on the dump in her pants and she was cupping it. I stood there and watched, it looked like she enjoyed what had happened. I walked out she looked at me and said “you didn’t tell her did you?” I said “what? She looked at me and then at the mound in her corduroys that was steaming in the night air. I said “what are you asking me.” I guess in some perverted way I wanted to hear her say it. She blushed and smiled and said you know. I said Know what? Aunt Marilyn grinned and said “that I made a load in my pants!” I blushed and a tingle went thru me. I couldn’t believe that my aunt had shit her pants and she didn’t seem to mind!
I walked over and she smiled and said “lets keep this a secret kimmy, I don’t think others would enjoy knowing that a woman my age crapped her pants because she was so drunk!” I grinned and we talked and eventually I helped her get changed and put her to bed. I took her soiled pants to her laundry room and for some strange reason I put them to my nose and sniffed where the lump had been. I still can’t understand why but I did and I have to admit that seeing my aunt Marilyn crap herself was something that well turned me on!