As much as you "needed" to take a dump, you knew your need was nothing compared to your mother's. You had only had six snakes last night and she had fifteen. She was just so tough and so brave that she didn't let the pain she must be feeling show on her face. Not many ogres, let alone ogresses, could stand completely composed with fifteen digested swamp snakes ready to burst out the back door. And besides, she had been kind enough to catch the thirty or so snakes last night at dusk--a dangerous time to be out in the swamp--and had also just waited for your father to conclude his dump. The least you could do for her was let her go first.
"Bolen," you said "however badly that you or I need to go, mom needs to go ten times more. She's got about fifteen swamp snakes in her, and she's held it for what, an hour? Two? I've got six and you've got a sick squirrel. I think we can wait."
Bolen looked between you and your mother, completely awestruck. "Oh," he said, "That's no problem, Markua, go right ahead."
Markua looked at the two of you, a warm and grateful smile on her face. "Thank you Farzaz, Bolen." She started towards the box-like bathroom but stopped, turning to the both of you. "If you're desperate, you can go to the back yard and poop off the jetty. It's not like you two could make this swamp any dirtier." Bolen let out a squeaky fart through clenched cheeks. Your mom looked at him and laughed a little. "Or smellier." She gave his bottom a playful squeeze resulting in another little toot, then went to the bench in the bathroom, not closing the door behind her. You watched her backside sway as she went (teen hormones, what can you do?)
She reached the bench and turned around, bending her knees. The instant her butt made contact with the small hole in the bench, a symphony of loud flatulence and unpleasant-sounding wet shit blasted into the hole, without your mother so much as blinking. She just sat there, legs wide open, her ogress genitalia (which wasn't quite over the small hole) exposed for you, your father and Bolen to see. "Ah, that's better. Farzaz, could you help your father with breakfast? I think I'm going to be here a while."
"Sure thing, mom." BRRRAAAPT You ripped a loud one, spraying particles of dung against your boxers. You were reminded of your need.
Your father chuckled and commented on your predicament. "I think you might want to take care of those snakes first."
You nodded, clenching your cheeks as you headed out the back door of the house. Bolen hung back a second to ask your mom if she wanted him to close the bathroom door.
"Why?" she asked, farting loudly, "I don't have anything to hide."
"I see that," Bolen mumbled before bounding after you.
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