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 It's Better to Be Pissed Off than Pissed On - Part 3 (M/F/b, pedo, incest,
oral, anal, ws, scat) by Coproman

   Okay, I'll admit it: I was spoiled.  Spoiled rotten.  But I was LOVING
it.  The only thing that would've made it even better was if I had someone
to brag to about it.  But I knew that none of my friends would condone what
I was doing, and I didn't want to risk having one of them--which included
my own girlfriend!--call the cops on me.  After all, I was pretty sure she
wouldn't be too thrilled if she ever found out that along with fulfilling
my piss fantasies with her, I was fulfilling my scat fantasies with her
ten-year-old son, or that I was fucking both of them as well.  That's why I
needed to make sure that: #1) No one on the outside ever found out; and #2)
my two worlds never clashed.

   Well, #1 wasn't hard, but #2 wasn't easy.  Often as I was shooting my
load in Jean's pussy, I was so thoroughly in the throes of passion that I
came dangerously close to calling her by the wrong name!  Fortunately I
managed to catch myself every time.  On the other hand, I didn't even
bother to catch myself with Jalen, frequently calling him "Jean," because
instead of getting annoyed, he got off on it, responding with a breathy
"Yeah, Baby, shoot your load up my ass!" as I emptied my balls in his
shitter, sounding so much like his mom that it always sent a shiver up my
spine.

   Jalen and I also had to make sure that Jean didn't catch us giving each
other any special looks or paying special attention to each other during
her weekend with the boys.  At the same time we couldn't deliberately avoid
each other either, because she would surely pick up on that as well. 
Fortunately we only had to deal with that situation twice a month, and I
had to give Jalen credit for acting as normal around me as he did before we
became sex partners.

   But as beautifully as everything was going, my pessimistic nature kept
telling me that something was going to go wrong, terribly wrong, and
probably due to my drinking.  So I kept as tight a rein as I could on it,
limiting myself strictly to beer, because it was just too easy for me to
say the wrong thing in front of Jean when I was swilling the hard stuff.

   But in life, control is at best elusive and at worst an illusion.  You
may have enough control to change a few things, but as the Serenity Prayer
so aptly puts it, you've got to accept those things you cannot change.  You
also have to understand that some things are bound to change, whether you
want them to or not.

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   It was a Friday, the start of Jean's weekend with the kids.  Having had
a particularly stressful week at work, she was unwinding with several
glasses of zinfandel, and as usual this led to a "Hide and Go Pee" call. 
Expecting it, I was out the door and in my car about thirty seconds after I
hung up the phone.  As I drove along, I kept thinking how I'd be getting a
stomach full of piss and a good fuck tonight followed by a stomach full of
shit and another good fuck on Monday afternoon, and that thought made me
want to celebrate my good fortune by stopping by the liquor store, buying a
bottle of champagne, and guzzling it down.

   But I ignored this drink signal because I wanted to recall every second
of what Jean and I did, and I realized that even champagne, if I drank too
much of it, would dull my senses to the point where I'd either black out or
gray out, remembering either none or very little of our get-together.  So
it was a matter of sacrificing the booze now to ensure clear recollections
later on, something I was more than willing to do for the sake of jacking
off to nice lucid memories.

   So I drove directly to Jean's house, passing several liquor stores along
the way.  When she let me in this time, however, my eyes bugged out because
she was completely NAKED, wearing nothing but a smile!  Smirking at my
reaction, she pulled me inside, hurried me into the bathroom, and
practically tore my clothes off.  Before jumping into the tub, all I had
time to do was make sure the door was locked (which really meant making
sure it was UNlocked, in case Jalen was still up and wanted to watch us).

   So there we were again--me lying on my back with my knees up and my
mouth open while Jean squatted over my face.  Though we had played this
game many times by then, I always got hard as rock anticipating the moment
that Jean's piss would burst forth from her urethra, and I would get either
a golden drink, a golden shower or both.  It always brought to mind the
birth of that fetish, when I'd carried her to this very bathroom, sat her
down on the toilet, and listened to the pee rushing out of her pussy as she
relieved herself.  I was in the midst of recalling this when a heavy stream
of urine shot straight into my mouth.

   "Oh, yeah!  Drink it, Baby!" said Jean.  "Drink my fucking piss!"

   With my eyes closed, I was in the middle of doing exactly that when her
stream suddenly stopped.  Didn't dry up; just stopped.  When I opened my
eyes to see what was going on, I realized that Jean was no longer focusing
on me.  Instead her head was turned toward the door.  I lifted up a little
and could clearly see Jalen standing in the partially open doorway! 
Instantly my dick drooped and I craved a drink to calm my nerves.

   At first mother and son just stared silently at each other; then, in an
amazingly calm but stern voice, Jean said to Jalen, "Close the door, Baby."

   Expecting the boy to step outside, I got the shock of my life when,
instead, he stepped INSIDE and closed the door behind him!  What the hell
was he thinking!  He knew damn well she'd meant for him to LEAVE.  Was he
deliberately trying to piss her off?

   But then I got my second shock of the night when I heard Jean say, "Now
just wait there a minute while I speak to Ron, okay?"

   Nodding, Jalen followed his mother's instructions while I lay there
dumbfounded.  Jean looked down at me and smiled.

   "Ron, I've always tried to be a progressive parent," she began.  "So
when Jalen started asking me some serious questions about sex and the
different things people do, I figured instead of just telling him, I could
show him.  Does that make any sense?"

   I nodded uncertainly.  "Yeah...I guess so."

   That's when Jean's smile turned evil.  Getting nose-to-nose with me, she
whispered, "Well, it SHOULD, because YOU'VE certainly been showing him a
thing or two lately, haven't you?"

   As dark-skinned as I am, I swore I felt myself turning pale as I looked
at Jean with what I'm sure was a classic deer-in-the-headlights expression.
In my head I was groping for an explanation, but nothing came out of my
mouth, which was as dry as sand.  She had me dead to rights...and we both
knew it.  If a fifth of vodka had been within reach, I'd have grabbed it
and downed it in one super-long swig.

   But though Jean was looking evil, she didn't seem angry.  At first I
thought maybe the wine had mellowed her out, but as I continued to lie
there flabbergasted, her expression softened again and she proceeded to
casually tell me how she'd sensed right away that something was going on
between Jalen and me, but she wasn't sure what...until she did the laundry.
Expecting the usual skid marks in the seats of the boys' underwear, she was
surprised to find something else in a couple of pairs of Jalen's, namely a
starchy brownish-white stain.  All it took was one sniff to tell her what
it was.  But instead of confronting Jalen, she decided simply to keep a
closer eye on him.  I didn't take her long to figure out that the
after-school science lab was a ruse and that he was really going to my
house.  That's when she put two and two together.  After that, she noticed
the looks that Jalen and I were trying not to give each other on the
weekends I was with her and the boys.  The clincher was when she realized
that I was leaving the bathroom door unlocked when I snuck over for our
"Hide and Go Pee" sessions.

   "That confirmed everything," said Jean.  "That's when I knew for sure
that you and Jalen were having sex."

   Hearing her say it out loud sent both my fear and my craving for a drink
off the charts.  Yes, I was having sex with Jalen, my girlfriend's
ten-year-old son.  My silence confirmed it.  No, I didn't think she'd go as
far as calling the cops, but I expected her to chide me, dump me, and
threaten to have me thrown in jail if I ever laid dick on her boy again. 
So you can imagine my utter surprise when she kissed me, stroked my head,
and smiled.

   "Don't worry.  I'm not going to have you arrested or tell his dad or
anything," Jean assured me.  "I certainly understand why you didn't tell
me. But I want you to know that...well...I'm okay with it."

   "...really?" I asked, amazed.

   She nodded.  "Yes, really.  I figure, as long as it's something he wants
to do, and you don't injure him...well...I see it as kind of a...teaching
opportunity."

   Again I was at a loss for words.  I'd never thought of it that way,
probably because I was too busy getting my rocks off at the time.  I
wondered, though, if she'd still feel that way if she knew the full extent
of what I'd "taught" Jalen.  Given the way he had come into the bathroom, I
figured she'd already told him that she knew what we were doing, and
apparently he had not denied it, though I doubted he'd shared with her any
of the kinkier things we'd done.  Then again, he HAD come in while she and
I were in the middle of playing our piss game.  But before I could ask any
questions, Jean turned her attention back to Jalen.

   "Is your brother asleep yet?"

   "Yeah, Ma, he's out like a light."

   "Good.  That sleeping pill I gave him kicked in faster than I thought.
Okay then, Baby, come on over here...and take off your jammies."

   Oh, shit!  I said to myself as I watched Jalen nonchalantly walk over,
pull his pajama top off and step out of the bottoms.  Now he was butt
naked, and it was only then, with his stiffy pointing right at his mom,
that the reality of my two secret worlds coming together truly hit me.

   "Wow!" Jean remarked, smiling as she examined her son's cock, gently
moving it from side to side with her finger as she looked it up and down.
"It's gotten so much bigger since you were little boy!  Have you started
ejaculating yet?"

   "Yeah, but only a little bit comes out."

   "That's okay, Baby.  Even if it's just a little bit, it still means
you're becoming a man," she reassured him, causing the boy to smile and
blush.  "Now turn around and bend over so I can see how you look back
there."

   Jalen complied, and Jean proceeded to spread his cheeks and peer into
his anus.  "Wow!  You've gotten a lot bigger here too"; then, glancing at
me, she asked him, "So how far does Ron put his di...penis in you?"

   "All the way to his balls, Ma."

   (Now I was the one blushing, and I was certain that Jean could see it
right through my complexion.)

   "But doesn't it hurt when he does that?" she asked him.

   "No, not really," said Jalen, but then he thought about it for a moment
and added, "Well...maybe a little at first, but then it
kinda...like...hurts good.  You know what I mean?"

   Jean chuckled.  "I'm not sure, Baby, because the one time your dad tried
to do me back there, it hurt so much I made him pull out before he was half
way in.  But I'll take your word for it."

   So THAT'S why she doesn't like anal sex!  I said to myself.  Her
introduction to it simply wasn't handled well.  Hmmm...?  Maybe a new
"teaching opportunity" could turn that around.

   "And how does it feel when he ejaculates in there?" she now asked him.

   "Nice and warm," said Jalen, giving his ass a little wiggle to
accentuate his response.

   "Well, I DO know what you mean by that, Baby, because it feels the same
way when he ejaculates in my vagina."

   It was beyond strange hearing mother and son--my two lovers--discussing
how it felt when I shot my come inside them, but apparently it wasn't
strange at all to my dick, which was back at full mast and aching to
deposit a nice fresh load of that come in whoever wanted it more.  I still
wasn't sure, though, that I could go as far as having sex with one of them
while the other one watched.  But Jean was about to force my hand.

   "So, Ron," she said, turning back to me, "you don't mind if Jalen
watches while we finish up, do you?"

   "Sure," I said before I could think further about it, and I laid my head
back down as Jalen, grinning, made his way to my end of the bathtub.

   Squatting over my face again, it took Jean about a minute to fully relax
again, but once she did her little piss portal opened right up, and she had
no trouble emptying her bladder of the remaining urine, flooding my mouth
while Jalen cooed his approval.

   "Yeah, drink my fucking piss, Ron!" she yelled, picking up right where
we'd left off and ignoring her own self-imposed "rule" of never cursing in
front of the kids.  "Show my baby what a good fucking toilet you are!"

   Given Jean's attitude about Jalen's presence, my own embarrassment
quickly evaporated and I relaxed, closing my eyes and holding on to her ass
as I gulped down her wine-flavored urine.  Indeed, the fact that Jalen was
watching us was quickly turning me on, and I began to think about how this
occasion could be one big a teaching opportunity for all of us.

   But, as they say in AA, "First things first," which in this case meant
finishing up with Jean before starting up with Jalen.  So I swallowed the
last of her pee then, as usual, sucked her cunt until she came, pressing
her pussy hard against my lips and shouting all kinds of obscenities as she
squirted in my mouth, much to Jalen's delight.

   I knew that Jean would follow up by sitting on my cock and fucking me,
so as soon as she moved back to do it, I motioned for Jalen to lean over
into the tub, upon which I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him, much
to Jean's delight, as she knew I was transferring both piss and pussy juice
into her son's mouth.

   When I was done, Jean asked Jalen how it tasted, and when he licked his
lips and said "delicious," she smiled and blushed, after which she reached
back, held my cock upright, and eased herself down on it, asking Jalen if
he could see it sliding into her pussy.  With his eyes as big as saucers,
he assured her that he could, and he kept staring until I was in her up to
my balls.

   "Okay, Baby, now watch carefully," Jean told her son, "because this is
what your dad and I did to make you and your brother."

   "Okay, Ma."

   Leaning forward, Jean pressed her hands against my chest, closed her
eyes, and began to bounce on top of me, her velvety cunt repeatedly
swallowing my cock, and her ass jiggling every time our crotches crashed
together.

   "That looks SO cool!" Jalen commented as he gazed at us.  "Like you're
riding a horse!"

   "More like a horse COCK, Baby," Jean panted, smiling at me.

   Not surprisingly Jalen's pecker was even harder now, sticking up at a
45-degree angle.  I had already considered various ways he could get his
rocks off, but I kept coming back to one in particular.  But again--first
things first, so I settled back, held on to Jean's ass, and enjoyed the
moment as, swearing up a storm, she fucked the shit out of me.

   It didn't take long for my overdue orgasm to make its appearance, and
when I warned Jean that I was coming, she grabbed the base of my cock and
lifted completely off me.  With her pussy hovering several inches above my
glans I ejaculated, the first volley of splooge shooting straight up in the
air and clinging to her cunt lips, causing Jalen to utter an "Oooooo!" of
satisfaction, almost as if he himself had come.  Then Jean quickly sat back
down on me, and I spurted the rest of my load deep in her box, the very
same box Jalen himself had emerged from some ten years earlier.

   After using her cunt muscles to squeeze the final drops of semen out of
me, Jean slowly lifted up again.  My cock exited her pussy with a squish
and fell against my stomach, upon which she moved up and planted her
come-dripping snatch on my mouth.  The move elicited more wide-eyed staring
and yet another "Oooo!" from Jalen, but as I began to suck his mother's
pussy, he was obviously more interested in something else, as the head of
my dick was suddenly engulfed by a pair of warm wet lips.

   "Nngh!" I responded, flinching and wincing a little since, having just
shot my load, I was super-sensitive down there.

   "Yeah, suck my cunt, Baby!" said Jean, apparently thinking I was
reacting to eating her.  "Suck your come right out of me!"

   But then I grunted, flinched, and winced again, afterwards looking up at
Jean and croaking out, "Look behind."

   When she turned her head, she chuckled.  "So THAT'S what's going on. 
You like sucking that dick, Baby?"

   "Mmm-hmm," I heard Jalen respond.

   "Can you taste my pussy juice on it?"

   "Mmm-hmm."

   "Well, you enjoy yourself, Baby, but be careful because his dick is
probably a little sensitive since he just came, okay?"

   "Mmm-hmm."

   "Good." Then she turned back to me, pressing her pussy even harder
against my lips.  "Come on, mister.  You have a job to finish."

   Grateful for Jean's little teaching opportunity with her son, I
refocused my energy on cleaning out her cunt while enjoying Jalen's less
aggressive attention to my cock.  By the time I finished eating Jean, Jalen
had gently coaxed my cock back to full hardness with his talented mouth. 
But I still wasn't quite ready to get going again, so I decided to take a
few minutes to inquire further about Jean's anal sex experience,
specifically why she'd never tried it again after that first time.  Her
explanation was simple and practical: Since her husband preferred pussy
anyway, he wasn't hell bent on doing it; and since he was her only sex
partner, she felt no need to further explore something that had caused her
so much pain.

   "But aren't you even a little bit curious about it?" I asked her.

   "Not after that," said Jean.  "All I could think of was how much it hurt
and how much I wanted him to take it out."

   "So how big is he, anyway?"

   "About the same size as you."

   "Well, if that's the problem, then..."

   "'Then' what?" Jean asked.

   I paused, glancing at Jalen before looking at Jean again. 
"...well...maybe you should try it with someone whose dick is...not as
big," I sheepishly suggested.

   Jean's jaw dropped, and she had the same shocked look on her face that
I'm sure I had when she told me she knew about Jalen and me.  On the other
hand, Jalen's eyes lit up.

   "That's a good idea, Ma!" he said, grinning.  "Since I'm smaller than
Dad, it won't hurt so much.  Then maybe when you open up back there, you
and Ron can do it, just like me and him."

   Hearing this, Jean turned and looked at Jalen with the same expression,
obviously just as shocked that her son was so eager to fuck her up the ass.
After a long pause, she closed her eyes and shook her head.

   "I can't believe we're even talking about this!" she said.

   "So does that mean you'll try it?" I asked.

   After another long pause, Jean sighed, opened her eyes, and shrugged. 
"Sure, why not.  I don't think this night can get any crazier.  Besides, I
guess that qualifies as a teaching opportunity too." She turned to Jalen.
"But listen, young man, if it starts to hurt, you to take it out, okay?"

   "Okay, Ma."

   "So...how do we do this?" she asked me.

   I wanted to say, "The RIGHT way, this time," but instead I simply
explained to her how we needed to lube up both her and Jalen as much as
possible and how, when he was putting it in her, she needed to push out
like she was taking a shit.  Jean looked nervous, but true to her word
about being a "progressive" parent, she following my instructions, getting
down on all fours in the middle of the bathroom floor, then assuming a
head-low, ass-high position.

   "Like this?" she asked.

   "Yes.  That's perfect," I said, admiring her ample ass cheeks.  I
glanced at Jalen, and he seemed to be in a trance as he too admired his
mom's light-skinned booty, barely blinking as he stared at it with his
mouth open and spit drooling off his bottom lip.  Kneeling down behind her,
I proceeded to caress that booty, moving my hands over it in slow circles,
enjoying the feel of the tiny goose bumps on my fingertips, and Jean, in
response, began to breathe more rapidly.

   After glancing again at Jalen, who still seemed to be in a trance, I
stopped moving my hands and took a few moments to examine Jean's pouting
anus and drippy pussy.  Using my thumbs to spread her asshole open nice and
wide, I pressed my lips over it and began to tongue-kiss it.  At first Jean
tensed up the same way she did the one and only time I'd performed
anilingus on her before.  But pretty soon she began to relax, giving in to
what she had once described as that "filthy feeling," and when I removed
one hand from her ass and used my middle finger to gently piston her pussy
while continuing to eat her ass, she actually began to moan.

   "Wow!" Jalen remarked.  "You're really getting turned on, huh, Mom?"

   "Yes, Baby," Jean panted, "and just knowing he's getting me ready for
you is turning me on even more!"

   It was nice to hear that her anticipation was playing so big a part in
making her let go, and I ladled an extra couple of wads of spit inside her
pulsating asshole to make sure that phase 2 of this operation would turn
her on just as much.

   After a few minutes of tonguing and probing, I decided that Jean was
lubed up and heated up enough to proceed, so I pulled back.  A silvery
strand of saliva connected my lips to her pucker, and there was so much
spit on her anus that it was dribbling down into her snatch.  That's why I
saw no need to prepare Jalen by sucking his three-inch pecker.  (Besides,
he was already so antsy that I was afraid if I as much as blew hard on it,
it would trigger his orgasm.) So I simply backed away, giving Jean a
playful parting slap on her ass.

   "Okay, champ, she's ready for you.  Go ahead and stick that dick up her
ass...but go slow, okay?"

   Jalen responded with only a quick nod before hopping on top of his
mother and poking his peter straight into her...pussy.  She gasped, and he
had already started humping her when I said, "Whoa!  Hold up, champ! 
You're in the wrong hole!"

   Stopping, Jalen looked down and, smiling sheepishly, began to blush. 
"Oh, wow!  I thought--"

   "I know what you thought, champ, but since this is your first time
fucking a female, you had no point of reference," I explained.  "So don't
be embarrassed.  Here.  Let me help you out."

   Reaching between them, I gently grasped the slim shaft of Jalen's
juiced-up pecker and guided it to Jean's anus.

   "Okay, now push...nice and slow.  And Jean, you remember to push out."

   "All right."

   Settling back again, I watched with pride as my two sex partners
conscientiously followed my instructions, which resulted in Jalen's
joystick meeting resistance for only about two seconds before slipping into
his mom's asshole and sliding all the way inside.

   "Oooh!" they chirped in unison, both of them shivering.  Getting behind
Jalen, I began to caress his ass the same way I'd caressed his mother's (my
subtle way of urging him to stay put and not start fucking her right away),
and again I delighted in the feel of tiny goose bumps on my fingertips.

   "So, Jean, how's it feel having your son's dick up your ass?"

   "Not bad," she said, her voice straining only a tad.  "It hurt a little
at first, but now the pain is almost gone."

   "Great.  And how about you, champ?  Can you tell the difference from
when you were in your mom's pussy?"

   "Yeah!  Her butthole is tighter and hotter!"

   "That's right.  Now you see why I like fucking YOUR ass so much," I
said. "Okay, Jean, I'm going to leave it up to you when Jalen should get
going.  Just give the word."

   Jean remained silent for about thirty seconds then, heistatntly, said,
"Okay, Baby, I think I'm ready."

   To make sure Jalen didn't pull out and slam back in too fast, I pushed
against his ass ever so slightly as he was withdrawing and held on to his
hips as he was pushing back in for the first three or four strokes.  After
that I removed my hands, and Jalen was able to maintain a nice, slow,
steady tempo on his own, his three-incher sliding easily in and out of his
mother's anus.

   "So how's it feel now, Jean?"

   "Aaaaah!" she sighed.  "It feels REALLY good now!  I had no idea anal
sex could feel this good!  Keep going, Baby!  Fuck my ass as hard as you
want to!"

   "Okay, Ma," Jalen panted.

   As I watched them go at it, I couldn't believe that what had started out
as another "Hide and Go Pee" session between Jean and me had turned into
this.  But I couldn't have been happier.  The sight of the ten-year-old
jamming his cock up his mother's ass and the sounds of their high-pitched
grunting and the rhythmic slapping of his hairless pubic area against her
bare butt was quickly making me hard again; and as I looked at Jalen's cute
little bucking ass and winking asshole, I wanted to hunker up behind him
and stick my cock right up his ass for a nice anal threesome.

   But I held back, deciding that this needed to be a solo session between
mother and son.  Besides, right now, I was getting off on just watching the
two of them--how much Jean was enjoying her reintroduction to anal sex, as
she moaned, rutted her ass back to meet Jalen's thrusts, and urged him to
fuck her even harder, and how thrilled Jalen was, not only to be fucking
for the first time but doing it with the one person whom I suspected he'd
wanted to fuck all along.  They were the perfect incestuous pair, and as I
continued to watch them, I wondered if, even in her wildest dreams, Jean
could ever have imagined that her own older son--the first one she'd
carried around in her womb for nine months and painfully given birth
to--would be the person who introduced her to the pleasures of anal sex!

   Unfortunately I didn't get to watch for long.  Jalen was so horny that
he managed to last only five minutes, but it was five exquisite minutes of
virgin fucking in a nearly virgin asshole, one of the most exciting things
I'd ever witnessed.  And when the ten-year-old gasped and jerked, and I
realized that he was about to ejaculate in his own mother's asshole, I damn
near came without touching myself.

   "Ooh!  Ooh!  Shit!  I'm coming!" Jalen shouted as he clung shivering to
his mother's back.  "Take it, Ma!"

   "Yeah, Baby!  Shoot your sperm right up my ass!"

   As Jalen shot his load, I took the opportunity to spread his cheeks
apart and drive my tongue as far up his spasming asshole as I could,
causing him to jerk forward, driving his spurting rod even farther up
Jean's ass.

   "Nngh!  Yeah!  Lick my ass, Ron!  Lick the SHIT out of it!"

   I obliged the ten-year-old by worming my tongue inside him, scooping up
the tiny particles of shit I found, and quickly swallowing them.  After
that I began to lick my way down--along his perineum and over his balls;
then around the bottom of Jean's anal ring, along her perineum, and into
her pussy, which instantly triggered her orgasm.

   "Shit!" she shouted, shivering all over as her cunt clutched at my
tongue and her pussy juice jetted into my mouth.  At the same time, I heard
Jalen moan.

   "Oh, yeah, Ma!  That feels SO good!  It's like your asshole's sucking my
dick!"

   All Jean could do was moan in response as her orgasm rippled through
her. By the time it had, she'd milked Jalen dry of his newbie come while
spurting a nice load of her own all over my tongue.  Holding our positions,
we all just rested silently for a while; then I crawled around to take a
look at Jean.  Her head was turned to the side, her eyes were closed, and
she had this dreamy expression on her face.

   "So, Jean, what'd you think of your first ass fuck?"

   As she slowly opened her eyes, she chuckled.  "I think you already know,
judging by what you're licking off your lips."

   Smiling, I gave her a quick kiss and turned to Jalen.  "What about you,
champ?  How'd you like plugging your mom's poop chute?"

   "It was SO cool!" he beamed, and though I couldn't see it, I imagined
his youthful pecker twitching inside his mother's rectum as he spoke.

   I proceeded to supervise their decoupling, urging Jalen to pull back
slowly while directing Jean to draw in her anal sphincter as soon as she
felt Jalen's dick slip out of her anus.  Both followed my instructions, and
the moment Jalen's prick was free, I popped it straight in my mouth,
savoring the smell and taste of Jean's shit, which was all over it.  Once I
was satisfied that the boy's pecker was clean, I turned my attention his
mom's anus.  I was surprised to see Jalen's come--a thin, sticky
fluid--oozing out of it already because it indicated that he had shot a
fairly sizable load, which I didn't think he was capable of doing yet.  But
when I stuck my tongue up Jean's ass, I realized that this was no false
indicator, as I found myself slurping up a generous sampling of preteen
semen.

   When I was done cleaning out Jean's asshole, I got right back in her
face and pursed my lips for a kiss.  Knowing how she tended to be, I
expected her to frown and turn her head away from me.  So I was shocked
when she not only kissed me but probed my mouth with her tongue, lapping up
the essence of shit and boy-come.  Not wanting to be left out, Jalen came
over, and we shared a three-way kiss, licking and smacking on each other's
mouths until our spit was drooling onto the tiled floor.

   After that I expected the party to end.  Even though I was sporting
another raging hard-on, I figured the three of us had experienced enough
teaching and learning opportunities for one night.  But I should have known
better.  Jean was far too inquisitive to let things go so soon, and, as I
found out later, she wasn't about to let me leave her house with a boner
when there were more teaching and learning opportunities to be had.  I was
hoping, though (and I'm sure Jalen was too), that she wouldn't ask us about
the kinkier things we did together because, try as we might, I wasn't sure
either of us could successfully hide them from her.  But when Jean looked
at us and I saw this glint in her eye, I knew what was coming:

   "Now, you two," she said, "I want to know: What's the most special sex
game you've EVER played together?"

   Jalen and I exchanged an embarrassed smile; then we both looked down at
the floor.

   "Oh, come on now," said Jean.  "It can't be THAT bad."

   "...well..." I mumbled.

   "I mean, it can't be any worse than drinking piss, can it?"

   "...ummm..." Jalen mumbled.

   Jean's brow furrowed as she looked at us; then suddenly, as if a
lightning bolt had struck her, her eyes popped wide open and, gasping, she
slapped her hand over her mouth.

   "Oh, my lord!" she said through her fingers.  "You mean you two play
games with...the OTHER stuff?!" she asked, apparently unable to bring
herself to say the word out loud.

   "...well..." I mumbled again.  "It just kinda happened by accident the
first time.  Jalen was sitting on my face and I was drinking my pee out of
his ass--"

   "You were drinking your WHAT out of WHERE?!" asked Jean, even more
shocked.

   "Oh...I meant to tell you," I said.  "After we had sex that first time,
I...ummm...peed...in Jalen's butt."

   Jean just stared at me with her mouth open before blinking, shaking her
head, and taking a deep breath.  "Go on."

   "...well, anyway, I was drinking my pee out of his butt when some of
his...you know...just kinda came out.  But instead of spitting it out I
decided to swallow it.  And, well, it wasn't bad, so I told him to finish
going...in my mouth."

   "And you did?" she asked Jalen.

   "Uh-huh," he said.

   "And you ATE it?" she asked me.

   "Uh-huh," I said.

   "And you've been doing that ever since?"

   "Uh-huh," we both said in unison.

   Now Jean was quiet.  I guess she just didn't know what else to say.  All
she did was look at us with her face all squinched up.  I wondered what she
was thinking, but her expression said it all: She thought the whole thing
was disgusting and couldn't believe that we had engaged in something so
nasty--or, more to the point, that I had introduced her son to something so
nasty.  But again to my surprise, she didn't seem all that angry, and after
apparently thinking it over for a while, her face relaxed and, eventually,
she sighed and shook her head.

   "Well...as much as I hate to admit it, I guess that was a teaching
opportunity too," Jean conceded, "though I'm not sure it's something I
wanted him to learn." Then, giving me a wry smile, she added, "Just remind
me never to kiss you again."

   Her remark made Jalen giggle, which made me laugh, and suddenly the
tension between us was gone.  But another surprise was right on its heels
as Jean, still frowning, was about to go somewhere I never expected her to
go:
"And I guess to TRULY be a progressive parent, I need to see this as a
learning opportunity for myself and WATCH you two do it." Then she turned
to Jalen and, tenderly stroking his head, asked, "So, Baby, you feel like

you have to go?"

   The question obviously took Jalen as much by surprise as it did me, for
he looked at me with a "What-am-I-supposed-to-tell-her?" expression on his
face.  But even though eating Jalen's shit was something so intimate, so
personal between me and him, that I wasn't sure I could do it in front of
Jean, I nonetheless gave Jalen a little nod to let him know I was willing
to try.

   "...well...I usually go early in the morning and again after school," he
said.  "So, yeah, I kinda feel like I can go now...kinda."

   "You think it would help you feel more like going if Ron fucked your
ass?"

   "...yeah, probably," said Jalen, both of us still trying to get used to
hearing Jean speak that way in front of us.

   "Okay, so I'll watch you guys do that first; then I'll watch you play
your...toilet game after," she said.

   Jalen and I exchanged a glance that seemed to last longer than it
actually did, for in that single visual exchange, we discussed the
situation, shrugged, and agreed to allow Jean to witness the most private
of our private acts.  What I really wanted to do was move our little party
of three to the bedroom, so I could show Jean not only how I was able to
get all seven inches of my cock up Jalen's ass but how hard I could fuck
him once we got going and how much he enjoyed it.  In other words, I wanted
to show her just how much of a cockhound her son was while also trying to
convince her that he had inherited his sphincter-stretching ability from
her side of the family.

   But there would be other times for that.  Right now it was a matter of
fucking Jalen just enough to loosen up any shit lurking in his colon.  So
as his mother sat on the side of the bathtub watching, I had him bend over
and hold on to the toilet bowl; then I squatted down behind him, spread his
ass cheeks, and again began to slurp away at his shitty asshole, snaking my
tongue deep inside as I attempted to push as much spit in his rectum as I
could.  When he was properly lubricated, I slowly raised up again until my
super-hard dick up was lined up with his preteen asshole.  I was just about
to penetrate him when I suddenly got a wild, wicked idea:

   "Hey, Jean, why don't you put it in for me."

   For the umpteenth time Jean looked stunned, as she just sat there
without speaking.  Watching her son get his ass fucked was one thing, but
helping me do it was another, and she seemed to be torn between being a
witness and being an accomplice.  But then Jalen looked at her and smiled.

   "It's okay, Ma.  Since Ron helped me fuck your ass, it's only fair if
you return the favor."

   Jean still looked a little freaked out, but it wasn't long before I
heard, "Okay, Baby," upon which she got up, crouched down beside us, and
reached for my cock.  As soon as she touched it, it got harder, and Jean
looked up at me and smiled, stroking it a few times before grasping the
base.

   "That's right," I said, as I held on to Jalen's slim hips.  "Now just
ease it forward.  There'll be some resistance at first, but don't worry
about it.  Just keep going until the whole head's inside."

   Jean followed my instructions, first pulling then pushing my dick
against Jalen's anus until, finally, the head popped inside, causing all
three of us to gasp.

   "Good job!  Now move your hand so I can get the rest in."

   She did, and I did, and as I stood there with my pubes pressing against
Jalen's ass, Jean just shook her head.

   "Wow!  I can't believe you got your whole dick in my little baby's
butt!" She looked at Jalen.  "So how does it feel, Baby?  Doesn't it hurt?"

   "No, it feels good, Ma," Jalen replied, his voice straining ever so
slightly.  "Just like mine felt in you.  And it's gonna feel even better
when he starts fucking me."

   That was my cue to get going, and I was quick to take it, immediately
easing back until all but the head of my cock had slipped out of Jalen's
asshole then easing forward again until all seven inches were stuffed
inside him again.  As usual it took only a few trip up and down the
ten-year-old's highly stretchable turd tunnel for it to welcome me back and
allow me to get a good rhythm going.  No, we weren't fucking as hard as we
would have if he were lying face down on my bed, but my grunts, Jalen's
squeaks, and the slapping of his ass against my crotch were enough to give
Jean a good idea how seriously I took my role of sex instructor.

   "Yeah, Ron, FUCK me!" Jalen suddenly yelled out.  "Fuck my shitty ass!"

   "You like my big dick up your ass, don't you?"

   "Yeah, I LOVE it!"

   "That's because you're a little pussy-boy bitch!" I growled, and with
that I adjusted the angle of my attack and the speed of my thrusts, fucking
him like his was the last piece of boy ass I would ever get.  I glanced
over at Jean and saw her wince every time I thrust my tool up his ass.  But
the fact that I was fucking her son right in front of her was making me
super-horny; and the idea that she seemed to feel every dose of
pain/pleasure I delivered to him turned me on even more.

   But I never intended to shoot my load up Jalen's ass.  All I was
supposed to do was loosen up his turd so it would come down more easily
when he shit in my mouth.  So when I felt my orgasm approaching, I let him
know and prepared to pull out of him.  But Jalen was having none of that.

   "No!  Don't!" he yelled.  "Come in me!  I wanna feel it in me!  Ma, tell
him not to take it out!"

   Again I glanced over at Jean.  Either she didn't know what to say or
just couldn't speak at the moment, because she didn't respond.

   After a few seconds I tried to force her hand.  "Well, Jean?" I asked,
panting.  "What should I do?  Should I come in him or not?"

   Flustered, she finally blurted out, "I don't know!  Just do what he
says! Give him what he wants!"

   "So it's okay with you if I turn your son's asshole into a fucking
cunt?"

   "Yes!  Yes!" cried Jean, who was now furiously fingering her clit. 
"That's fine!  Shoot your load up my baby's ass!  Turn it into a fucking
cunt!"

   That's all I needed to hear.  Gripping Jalen's hips more tightly, I
began fucking him harder and faster, slamming into him with a series of
short, powerful strokes until my sexual damn burst.

   "Fuck!  I'm coming!" I hollered, lifting the boy off the floor, yanking
him backward, and holding his butt tight against my pubes as I trembled. 
"Take it right up your fucking ass, you horny little bitch!"

   "Oooh!  Oooh!  Yeah, Ron, give it to me!  Just like you gave it to my
moms!"

   My dick was planted so far up Jalen's ass that I could feel the head
digging into his turd, anointing it in semen, while my thick shaft throbbed
against the walls of his rectum.  And the notion that Jean was not only
watching this but would get to see that come-soaked turd slide out of her
son's asshole and descend into my mouth was actually delaying the start of
that show because it was keeping my dick hard.

   Eventually, though, I emptied my balls in Jalen's shit chute, and my
cock softened up.  Taking a deep breath, I lowered the boy until his feet
were on the floor again and slowly pulled back.  Right away a strong odor
of shit hit my nose.  I looked down to see a coating of brown slime on my
shaft.  As I continued to withdraw, I was going to tell Jalen to make sure
to close up his sphincter as soon as the head of my dick slipped out of
him, but we had played this game so many times that I knew he would do it
automatically, which was exactly what he did.  Afterward I turned to Jean,
giving her a crooked smile.

   "So how'd you like watching me fuck your son up the ass?"

   It took her a few seconds to collect herself enough to respond.  "It
wasn't easy at first," she admitted.  "It looked like you were really
hurting him.  And hearing you call my baby all those awful names...well,
that was REALLY hard.  But when I saw how much he enjoyed it, I started
enjoying it too." She looked at Jalen.  "You DID enjoy it, didn't you,
Baby?"

   "Yeah, Ma," Jalen said, smiling.  "It was fun.  And now we're gonna have
even MORE fun, right Ron?"

   "Right, champ," I said, stepping back into the bathtub and lying down in
the what was left of Jean's piss.  I put my knees up, slid my feet as close
to my butt and possible, and spread my thighs to make room for Jean. 
"Okay. I'm set."

   Hearing this, Jalen turned away from his mother, stepped into the
bathtub, held on to the faucet, and squatted over my head, while Jean
climbed in at the other end and sat on her haunches between my legs, her
face squinched up just enough to let me know how uncomfortable she was with
what she was about to watch.  Of course her discomfort just turned me on
all of the more.  Suddenly I couldn't wait for her to see me eat Jalen's
shit.  I WANTED to gross her out.  I NEEDED to burn that nasty image into
her brain.

   I was so focused on Jean that for a hot second I almost forgot that
Jalen's ass was hovering over my head, until I heard a tiny noise and a
shitty aroma wafted into my nose.  I looked up again in time to see the
boy's asshole just as it began to stretch open, revealing the smooth tip of
a light-brown turd.

   "Yeah, Jalen, give it to me!  Show your mama that I'm an even BETTER
toilet than she thought I was!"

   "Nngh!" was the ten-year-old's only response as he focused on doing his
business.  His anus was now open more than an inch in diameter, and his
turd was rapidly pushing past his anal ring and descending into my
wide-open mouth.  Seconds later the bridge was gapped.

   "Glurrp!  Glurrp!  Mmmmmm!  "Glurrp!  Glurrp!  Mmmmmm!"

   I looked down at Jean again, eager to see her reaction.  Her face was a
mask of frowns, but she was anxiously diddling her clit and panting.  She
looked like she wanted to say or do something but was too pent up to get it
out.  Finally, though, the words practically exploded out of her mouth:

   "Yeah, eat my baby's shit, you filthy fucker!"

   Hearing that, I felt wave of contentment pass through me because I knew
then that she had truly joined Jalen and me on the dark side.  But it went
even further than I'd thought because the next thing I knew, my soiled cock
was once again being engulfed by a pair of warm wet lips.  That alone was a
surprise, but what really surprised me was what I saw when I looked down at
Jean again: Her eyes were wide open, still glued on us, as she sucked my
shitty dick!  So as much of a "filthy fucker" as I was, she obviously
didn't want to miss a single moment of seeing me eat her son's shit.  This
delighted me so much that I decided to put on an extra-special show for
her, grunting like a fucking pig and eating noisily with my mouth open, as
I gulped down every morsel of Jalen's bowel movement.

   Soon Jalen's anus was pursing out but nothing more was coming out, so I
dutifully drilled my tongue into his asshole to lick out the leftovers;
then, opening my mouth as wide as I could, I looked directly at Jean, so
she could see her son's shit coating my lips, tongue, and teeth.  Pulling
her mouth off my prick, Jean returned the favor, pursing her her lips to
show me how they too were coated with Jalen's shit.  Then she gasped, her
eyes rolled up to the whites, and her body began to quake as she stroked
herself to an orgasm.

   Afterwards Jean slumped against the back of the tub, panting and
sweating.  It took her a while to gather herself together enough to speak.

   "Jesus!  I don't think I EVER came like THAT before!" she admitted. 
"And the idea that I would get so turned on sucking my baby's shit off your
dick while watching him shit in your mouth...well...I just don't know WHAT
I'm turning into."

   "A pervert, maybe?" I gleefully suggested.

   "Oh, hush!" Jean responded, playfully swatting my dick as if it had made
the remark.

   The night concluded with mother and son sitting side-by-side in the
bathtub while I gave them a long-overdue golden shower, pissing in their
hair, their faces, and ultimately in their mouths, filling first Jean's
then Jalen's, and getting another hard-on as I watched them press their
lips together and slosh my piss around between them before swallowing it. I
ended up jacking off in Jalen's face, shooting the first volley right in
his eye, then watching as Jean lovingly licked it all off him.  Afterwards
she smiled, beckoned me over, and kissed me, pushing the collected come in
my mouth.  By the time I got out of there, it was almost three o'clock in
the morning!

   It was on the drive back home that I made the decision to stop drinking.
No, I didn't suddenly see the light, nor did I have an epiphany about the
evils of "demon rum." It was a purely logical decision.  I simply reminded
myself that, had I not changed my mind about stopping by the liquor store
on my way to Jean's house, the wonderful memory of my unexpected encounter
would be forever lost in the alcoholic labyrinth of my brain.  And since I
expected to have many, many future encounters with my two lovers and wanted
to recall every second of them, I needed to permanently put the booze on
the shelf.

   So I did...sort of, meaning whenever I was having sex.  But I still
found myself relying on a little "liquid courage" to see myself through
work and other non-sexual situations.  I wondered how I could so easily
switch to soda when preparing for my sessions with Jean and/or Jalen but
had such a hard time staying away from the bottle when I was doing anything
else.  So I was stone-cold sober while drinking Jean's piss or eating
Jalen's shit but usually stewed at work, missing important meetings with my
supervisor and forgetting what we'd said whenever I did meet with him. 
When he caught me slurring my words and told me that he could smell alcohol
on my breath, he suspended me.

   Things with my family weren't any better.  I couldn't seem to attend a
family function or hook up with family members without getting loaded.  So
I'd plan to have dinner with my brother, my sister, or my cousins then
stand them up because the plans were made during a blackout.  Or I'd visit
my parents, show up sloshed, and end up arguing with them.  Needless to
say, it wasn't long before everyone had something else to do if I mentioned
getting together.

   It was at that very low point in my life that I decided to give sobriety
a real shot by joining Alcoholics Anonymous and finding a sponsor.  No, I
wasn't completely honest with him about my social life--keeping it confined
to only the non-kinky, arrest-proof parts--but I told him enough for him to
explain to me why it was so easy for me not to drink while I was having
sex: "When you do that, the sex IS the drink for you," he said.

   So THAT'S it!  I said to myself.  When I thought about it, it made
perfect sense.  But then I began to worry.

   "But is that BAD?" I asked him.

   "Not necessarily," he said.  "I mean, it's not the most sober
substitute, but as long as you're not drinking...."

   I wasn't sure what he was thinking when his voice trailed off, but I
took it to mean that ANYTHING was preferable to boozing it up, so I
shouldn't worry about it.  And I didn't.  I happily continued to have sex
with Jean and Jalen, both together and individually, while refocusing my
efforts on dealing with work and family without drinking.  Yes, it required
making a LOT of meetings and sharing over and over about a bunch of utterly
banal shit that I'm sure my fellow AAs got sick of hearing.  But it worked.
Slowly I accumulated time and made amends to my supervisor and family
members; and more quickly than I would have expected, I was brought back
into the fold at work (and given more responsibility) and was invited over
again by my parents, siblings and cousins.

   But the more normal things got at work and with family, the more
abnormal they got in bed (and bath and everyplace else we had sex).  I
found myself needing to indulge in ever more perverse fantasies, and it was
seldom difficult to persuade my incestuous partners to oblige me.

   The first thing I needed to do was explore the fantasies left over from
our initial encounter, so the very next time Jalen ass-fucked his
mom--right in the middle of her king-sized bed--I quickly moved in behind
him, aimed, and thrust.  With a grunt and a yelp, my boner was buried
snugly in the ten-year-old's anus, and our first anal threesome was under
way.  Next came a variety of things with piss, mostly between Jean and
Jalen.  In fact it led to a change in our whole "Hide and Go Pee" routine.
Yeah, I'd still get a call to rush over, but often it was simply to watch
her go in Jalen's mouth; then, later on, he'd go in mine, so I'd get to
drink a combo of his fresh piss and hers recycled through his bladder.  I
even got to fuck Jean up the ass, after introducing more and more of my
dick into her anus over a number of weeks, and every time I finished
shooting my load, Jean would squat over Jalen's face and let it drain into
his mouth while she sucked the shit and scum off my cock.  But even after a
year, there was still that one special thing I wanted from Jean that she
just couldn't bring herself to do.

   ****************************************

   Well, readers, after that extra-long flashback, we're right back where
we started: my first AA anniversary meeting, which has just ended.  Along
with my fellow AAs, Jean and Jalen congratulate me on collecting a full 365
days of sobriety and give me a lovely anniversary card.  But as we're
leaving the meeting, they also confess that listening to me qualify on how
it used to be, what happened, and how it is today has made them horny, so
we make haste to a midtown hotel, where I made a reservation over two weeks
ago.

   On the way, Jean reminds me that it's her turn to have the boys next
weekend, and she promises me that she will finally introduce Bryce, who is
now nine years old, into our sex games, because she's eager to see me eat
the boy's shit then shove my seven inches up his ass and shoot a nice big
load deep in his bowels.  Of course just the thought of ass-fucking the kid
who's always treated me like shit--to feel his tight, hot rectum pulsating
around my shaft and know that it's causing him some discomfort--is a
tremendous turn-on, making me so hard that I have to stop walking, stand
behind Jean, stick my hand down my pants, and adjust my dick, so my hard-on
won't be so obvious to people passing by.  But the prospect of taking
Bryce's virginity is not the only reason I'm so excited.

   As we check in at the hotel, the young blonde woman at the front desk
greets us cheerfully.  To her we probably look like the typical
middle-class black American family she sees every day.  She has no idea
that, once we're in our room, we will engage in the nastiest, most
perverted sex acts imaginable.  I wish I could read her mind to see how
libertine she is in her thinking, because she's cute enough to join us,
though I'm not sure how Jean would feel about sharing me or Jalen with
another woman.

   But that's only a passing thought, gone the minute we're on the
elevator, because the reality of the special anniversary gift Jean has
promised me is ten times better than any imagined foursome could be.  In
fact, it's the reason I had only a sliver of cake at the meeting.  That's
right!  My girlfriend is finally going to take a shit in my mouth!  It's
long overdue, but it was a matter of getting her past her shy bowel
syndrome, and that took some time.  Thankfully Jalen has been soothing her
nerves and encouraging her since our first threesome, and he thinks she's
now ready to give me her number 2 as easily as she gives me her number 1.
I'm hoping he's right, and if he is, I hope I'll be able to handle what she
feeds me.  But I'm not all that worried about the second part, because I'm
so fucking turned on just thinking about it--and I've had so much practice
with Jalen--that I can't imagine not being the perfect human toilet for my
little shit-shy girlfriend.

   As soon as we're in our room, we put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the
doorknob, lock and chain the door, and begin to undress, carefully taking
off and hanging up our clothes so they'll be wrinkle-free when we're done
and ready to leave.

   When we're all naked, we take a few moments to check each other out;
then, grinning, we all pile into one of the two double beds for a group
grope.  In the midst of squiggling and squirming against one another, I
maneuver myself around and stick my nose in the crack of Jean's ass.  I
don't even have to sniff hard to detect a strong odor of shit, and my dick
instantly hardens in anticipation of what's to come.

   The grab-assing relaxes Jean so much that she announces way sooner than
I expect that she's ready to give me what I've been craving for so long.  I
immediately hop off the bed and stretch out on the carpet.  Jean and Jalen
both look down at me, look at each other, and giggle; then they join me,
Jean squatting over my head while Jalen lies beside us with his face about
an inch away from mine, so he can get a good up-close-and-personal view of
the feeding.

   At first nothing happens, but after some encouraging words from both me
and Jalen, Jean's asshole slowly begins to open, causing my super-cock to
twitch.  I'm surprised she doesn't remark on it, but I suspect she has her
eyes closed so she can concentrate on doing her business.  Then I spot it:
her turd.  It's light brown and lumpy, and her anus expands to well over an
inch in diameter to release it.  I hear Jalen say, "Oooo!  Here it comes!"
and as the fetid log approaches my wide-open mouth, my torso is suddenly
drenched in hot piss as Jean relieves herself on me, prompting another
"Oooo!" from Jalen and reminding me of what got this whole perverted ball
rolling in the first place.

   Seconds later Jean's turd touches my outstretched tongue and begins to
push into my mouth; and the moment that happens, I know I am hooked, that
for our relationship to continue, she must continue to piss and shit in my
mouth, that if she ever changes her mind or stops Jalen from taking her
place, I will be forced to end things and seek out others who will give me
what I need.  Only now do I truly understand what my sponsor meant.  This
perverted sex is indeed my booze, my heroin, my crack cocaine.  But as I
chew up and begin to swallow Jean's shit--while Jalen spits in my mouth to
help me along--I also know that this is an addiction I am far from ready to
give up.


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