Cindy was startled and looked up from the steering wheel, recognising her name, but not knowing the source of the voice.
“Cindy! Coffee time?”
Cindy’s eyes searched around and eventually located her friend waving from afar. The moms were going through the motions of their daily school ritual and the cars shuffled through the drop-and-go zone as children leapt from the back doors and ran to the front gate.
Cindy gestured to Kate with an expression that said, “I can’t really make it today.” But Kate was an older and more experienced mom and she knew that when coffee time came calling, you couldn’t refuse. The pair were good friends and often ended up one or the other’s house for some early afternoon wine therapy.
Kate could tell that Cindy had something on her mind, but pressed ahead with her invitation, instructing, “I’ll see you at my place!”
Kate’s car crawled forward toward the front of the queue and she watched her daughter Lilly meet Cindy’s daughter at the gate, hold hands and enter the grounds together. She felt a tingle of satisfaction, mainly because it was pleasing to see her daughter happy at school, but from a selfish perspective it meant that the rest of the day was hers to pursue her own agenda.
Cindy completed the short drive and rolled into the driveway just behind Kate’s car. The women converged on the front porch, offering each other a kiss on the cheek and a solid hug, pressing their breasts together in a sensual sign of close friendship.
“What’s wrong honey?” Kate asked Cindy, inquiring of her reluctance to meet up.
“I’m just feeling really flat and low on energy,” Cindy replied.
“Oh no!” Kate sympathised as she led the way through the front door to the common area by the kitchen. “How’s your diet? Getting exercise? Sleep? Sex?”
“It’s all OK, I guess,” mused Cindy. “Good food. Regular gym. Sex with Jeff once a week.” Kate raised her brow. “I don’t know. Ever since we came back to the States, I’ve just felt – how would you call it – meh”
“How are your movements?”
“I can move fine. What do you mean?”
“No I mean, down there, in your tummy,” clarified Kate.
“Well I’m regular. I can’t believe I’m telling you all this. But consistency is not always great. And I’m feeling bloated all the time. Just look at this!” Cindy lifted her blouse to reveal a fulsome tummy. To emphasise the point, she tensed her abdominal muscles to thrust her gut outwards like a pregnant belly.
“Very funny Cindy,” laughed Kate. “You’re looking good. But it sounds like you’ve got some issues on the inside. You know about gut health right?”
“A little.”
“I’ve been getting right into it. There’s a bunch of great podcasts I’ve been listening to. I’ll forward them to you. The latest research is amazing. They’ve discovered that gut health drives everything.”
“Really?” Cindy asked sceptically.
“Yes, it’s fascinating,” Kate continued with growing animation. “I mean I can understand that it’s important for getting nutrients into your body. But they’ve discovered tonnes more. Like it affects your mood. Intelligence. It can even drive your behaviour. And they way you look and feel.”
“I wish I looked and felt like you Kate,” mused Cindy, gazing over Kate’s toned body, which was on display in tight black leggings and a gym top. Cindy was pretty too, but as just demonstrated to Kate, she was carrying some softness all over.
“Cindy, you’re looking great. We’ve got young kids remember – it takes a little while.” Kate concentrated pressing icons on her phone and scrolling. When she finally found the podcast that she’d been searching for, she held the screen up to Cindy.
“Here’s the best podcast to start. It tells you how they worked out how the gut – all the microbes – synchronise with the place where you’re living. Like the particular food in Asia suits one type of tummy culture, and the food in the US is another. I don’t understand the chemistry, but it’s amazing science.”
“Too bad for me,” sighed Cindy. “I’ve got an Asian gut on the wrong continent!”
“Are you interested to fix it?” Kate quizzed with a serious tone.
“Sure. I’d do anything to get the old me back.” Cindy’s face conveyed regret. “I’ve tried a course of probiotics, and maybe it helped for a little while, but it was no silver bullet.”
“Wrong biome maybe,” Kate mused.
“What do you mean?”
“The probiotics from the jar have a generic biome. It’s not customised to the person or the location,” Kate said, and with the next idea her face lit up. “But you know they do faecal transplants?”
“Say what!?” Cindy exclaimed with surprise.
“Yes sure. It’s the most efficient way. You get culture from a healthy gut that’s attuned to the local nutrition, and transplant the culture into another gut. It’ll just take off because it’s getting the right food.”
“And what exactly are you thinking?” Cindy wasn’t sure where this was going.
“You can get a transplant from me! My gut health is fine. You want to look like this bad girl, right?” Kate put on an exaggerated pose.
“Whoa. How does that work? We roll up to the doctors together and they do some transplant magic?” Cindy was intrigued.
“I don’t think we need to be that formal,” replied Kate formulating an idea. “Home remedies are always the best. We can just do it here. It won’t take long. What do you think? We’ll do it right now, before coffee.”
“Well, I guess -,” Cindy stuttered while her mind raced on exactly how this would play out.
“Great!” Kate clapped enthusiastically. She was a woman of action, and now she had a mission. “Come over to the living room. If you shift that occasional table, I’ll just grab some towels and a few supplies. It won’t take us long.”
Kate disappeared while Cindy made a large empty space on the carpeted floor. In a moment, Kate had returned with a pile of towels and face washers, a bowl of warm water and a tub of Vaseline. She shook out three of the towels and placed them on the floor. “Just to be sure,” she smiled.
“I think we’re just about ready. I’ll just call my son down to help us out,” Kate stated in a matter of fact manner.
“Your son!” Cindy exclaimed, feeling her ass pucker at the thought. “I thought Lilly was your only child?”
“No I have an adult son as well – he’s my eldest. A long time between drinks I guess?” Kate laughed, despite Cindy’s serious face. “He’s meant to be doing university but all he seems to do is sleep in and disappear at night time. That being said, he actually does help me out a lot around the house.”
Cindy didn’t know what to say.
Kate leaned on the handrail to the internal staircase leading up to the bedrooms and called out loudly. “Jake. Jake! Can you come downstairs and give Mommy a hand with something?”
A few moments later, an upstairs door creaked, footsteps thumped and Jake meandered down the stairs wearing only his boxers. He exhibited that frame of a nineteen year old who remains athletic regardless of how they abuse their body. He had a scruffy mop of bed-hair, sleepy eyes, but a nicely tanned and toned body. His chest was wide and smooth, but a small tuft of hair grew just below his navel and trailed down under his waistband. The shorts were hanging low on his hips, revealing a flat tummy, and Cindy could easily make out his cock swinging below the confines of the fabric.
Cindy and Jake’s eyes met and for a fleeting instant their faces conveyed that unmistakable expression of sexual interest, but as Kate introduced them, Jake adopted the disinterested disposition of a sullen teenager.
Jake and Cindy continued to reconnect with eye contact while Kate laid out the task at hand. “Jake, Cindy has a bit of a gut health issue, so we’re going to do a faecal transplant. And we need your help.”
“Mom – gross!”
“Oh don’t ‘gross’ me Jake. It’s not that hard. We won’t take long.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Well, it’s going to be your job to do the transfer. Of a sample. From me to Cindy.”
“Sample! Of poo?!”
“Yes. Of poo. Get over it Jake. It’s just poo. Listen, when you were a baby, the number of your diapers that I changed that you managed to fill with poo. And plenty of times you got it on me too! So this is only a small thing to do to repay me.”
“Mom! You are so embarrassing! Whatever. Just tell me how to do it.” Jake relented knowing it was always the easiest way to deal with his Mom.
“Right. Good. OK I’m going to get down here on these towels on all fours. Then I want you to get a sample out of me. Then Cindy and I will swap places and we need you to make the transfer. That’s it. Easy. Then you can go back to bed or whatever you’re doing.”
“And what do I use to get this sample?” Jake was familiar with his Mom making unusual requests, but this was even further out of the ordinary.
“Well Jake,” Kate’s eyes lit up and she smiled in a coy way. “I know the sorts of things that you like, and I thought you might like to do it with your cock.”
“What!” exclaimed Jake and Cindy in unison.
“Yes. With your cock. It’ll be perfect. It’s just the right tool for the job, pardon the pun.”
“No way!” Cindy protested.
“Mom, are you serious?” While Jake exuded the signs of embarrassment, deep down he was excited as fuck and there was nowhere else he would rather be. He’d engaged in vanilla intercourse with his limited number of girlfriends, but that was the extent of his experience. Now he was being offered anal sex beyond his imagination, with his Mom whom he always recognised as hot, as well as an exotic Asian beauty. Having a little shit smeared on his dick was a small price to pay for the opportunity.
“Oh come on, Cindy,” Kate encouraged. “It’s just a medical procedure. There’s nothing sexual about it, is there Jake?” Kate and Cindy looked to see Jake holding his hands across his crotch in a futile attempt to hide the growing cock pressing out from his shorts.
Cindy gazed across to the hot body of the young man, so much fitter, stronger and more toned than her husband. She felt a pang of moistness growing in her pussy as her eyes drank in his body and she imagined his cock unleashed from the baggy shorts. It felt like someone else had taken control of her voice, as she couldn’t believe herself acquiescing. “OK. OK then. For a medical procedure.”
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