"Clean it," Mommy demands, her voice echoing in the small, tiled room. You, her devoted slave, grab the toilet brush, scrubbing the bowl, your eyes glued to her legs, up her thighs, to her pussy. She spreads, inviting you to admire her, to worship her. You lean in, your breath hitching as you take in her scent. She farts, the smell filling the room, and you, despite your disgust, feel your cock harden. "Now, lick it," she orders, pointing at the mess. You comply, your tongue lapping up her shit, your cock throbbing as you serve her utterly.