Indian StepMom Toilet Slave StepSon (English subs) Tamil POV Roleplay

The door creaked open, revealing the dimly lit bathroom. The aroma of clove and incense wafted through the air, tickling my senses. I stepped in, the cool tile sending a shiver down my spine. It was late, and the house was quiet save for the occasional creak of the old wooden beams. My stepmother, Lila, had retired to bed hours ago, but I knew she was a light sleeper. I had to be careful.

I tiptoed to the toilet, my heart pounding in my chest. I’d been waiting for this moment all day, ever since Lila had punished me for my insolence. “You’ll clean the toilet with your tongue,” she had scolded, pointing a manicured finger at me. “And you’ll do it thoroughly.”

Now, as I knelt before the porcelain throne, I felt a mix of fear and exhilaration. I’d never been one to follow rules, but Lila seemed determined to break me. I lowered my head to the rim of the toilet, my tongue extended, ready to fulfill my punishment.

Just then, the bathroom door creaked open again. I froze, my heart skipping a beat. Slowly, I turned my head to see Lila standing in the doorway, a wicked gleam in her eyes. She wore a flimsy silk robe that barely covered her ample curves, and her hair was tousled from sleep.

“You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?” she purred, stepping into the bathroom. Her voice was smoky, seductive, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I nodded, unable to speak.

Lila walked over to me, her hips swaying hypnotically. She knelt down, her face inches from mine. “I hope you’re ready for what’s about to happen,” she whispered, her breath hot against my skin.

I nodded again, my mouth dry. Lila smiled, a wicked smirk that sent a jolt of fear through me. She stood up, unfastening her robe as she did so. It slipped off her shoulders, revealing her full, round breasts. I couldn’t help but stare, my eyes wide with wonder.

Lila chuckled, a low, sensual sound. “Like what you see?” she asked, cupping her breasts in her hands. “Too bad you can’t touch.”

She positioned herself over the toilet, her legs straddling the rim. I watched in awe as she slowly lowered herself, her rounded cheeks parting as she sat down.

“Go on,” she urged, her voice thick with desire. “Clean it thoroughly, like a good boy.”

I shook my head, trying to clear the fog of lust that had settled over me. This was wrong, I knew it. But the sight of Lila’s body, the scent of her arousal, was too much to resist. I lowered my head, my tongue extending to perform my punishment.

The taste was foul, a mix of chlorine and urine. But the sound of Lila’s moans, the feeling of her hand in my hair, pushing me further, was intoxicating. I lapped at the porcelain, my tongue diving into every crevice, every crease.

Lila’s moans grew louder, more desperate. She rocked her hips, grinding against my face. “That’s it,” she panted. “Clean it all up. Make it shine.”

I worked harder, my tongue raw from the effort. But the sight of Lila, the sound of her pleasure, drove me on. I wanted to please her, to be the best toilet slave she’d ever had.

After what felt like hours, Lila finally stood up. I looked up at her, my face glistening with sweat and gods knew what else. She smiled down at me, a look of pure satisfaction on her face.

“Good boy,” she purred, running her fingers through my hair. “I think you’ve earned a reward.”

She unzipped her robe, letting it fall to the floor. She was naked underneath, her body glistening in the dim light. I watched as she lowered herself onto the toilet again, this time positioning herself directly over my face.

“Drink it up,” she commanded, a wicked glint in her eye.

I didn’t hesitate. I opened my mouth wide, my tongue extended, ready to receive my reward. Lila moaned as she released her stream, the warm liquid filling my mouth. I swallowed quickly, trying not to gag.

Lila’s hands were in my hair again, pushing me closer, demanding more. I drank and drank, my throat burning with the effort. But the taste of her, the feeling of her body above me, was more intoxicating than any drug.

Finally, Lila finished. She stood up, her body trembling with pleasure. She looked down at me, a satiated smile on her face. “Good boy,” she praised, patting my head.

I felt a swell of pride, mixed with a profound sense of filth and depravity. I had just drunk my stepmother’s pee. And yet, I couldn’t deny the thrill it had given me, the sense of utter submission.

Lila helped me up, holding me close. “You did well tonight,” she whispered. “But we’re not done yet. This is just the beginning.”

I shivered at her words, unsure of what the future held. But I knew one thing for certain – I was Lila’s slave now, her plaything. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

As we exited the bathroom, our bodies entwined, I couldn’t help but wonder what new punishments Lila had in store for me. But I also felt a sense of excitement, a thrill at the thought of submitting to her whims. I was ready for whatever she had in store, eager to be her perfect toilet slave.

The End