My stepmother hauled me to my feet, roughly tearing off my shirt and pulling my bare feet out of my pants. Grabbing me by the hair, she dragged me upstairs, with me flailing and kicking my feet out in a desperate attempt to stay upright. When we reached her bedroom, she abruptly stopped and hurled me in, sending me tumbling head over heels over her furniture. I came to a stop just outside her bathroom door, which was slightly ajar.
"Get inside there, Michael," she said. "Mommy has to change."
I stood up and looked at her, as if to say something in defiance. When I saw the look on her face, I quickly thought better of it and obediently went insider my stepmother's bathroom. Her look promised nothing but pain if I refused her--pain that would make me long for my recent humiliation in the kitchen.
I waited in the bathroom for five minutes before I heard the clack-clack-clack of my stepmother's heels on the floor outside. "Michael, open this door!" she commanded. I did, and saw that, but for her heels, a pearl necklace, and a pair of elbow-length white gloves, my stepmother was naked! Her belly and breasts hung freely in the air for me to see, and I knew even then, even at that age, even after all she had done to me, that I would always be attracted to fat women. She smiled at me; obviously she knew what I was thinking. "Well, look at that shit-eating grin you've got, Michael," she said, flashing me a toothy grin. "And it's so appropriate for what you're about to do. Do you see mommy's toilet over there?"
I turned and looked. I saw my stepmother's toilet. It was large, custom-built to accommodate her bulk. I looked back at my stepmother and nodded warily.
"Good boy, Michael," she said. "You know what? I bet a little boy like you could fit in there. Do you want to try and see?"
I looked back at the toilet, wondering what she was getting at. I suddenly felt my stepmother's hand on my shoulder, and turned to look back at her.
"You don't understand, Michael, that wasn't a question." Before I knew what was happening, she slapped me hard across the face. It stung worse than anything else she had done all day, even when her feet had been ... in ... my ass. "GET IN THE FUCKING TOILET, YOU LITTLE BITCH!" she yelled. Whimpering, I quickly climbed into my stepmother's toilet bowl. It was large enough for me to fit, but only just: I had to crane my head up just to keep it out of the water. Laughing to herself, my stepmother approached the toilet and turned around, bearing her enormous, jiggling ass to me. "Such a good boy," I heard her say as she started to sit down. "Now open wide and get ready to swallow; you're about to put that shit-eating grin of yours to good use."
I opened my mouth to scream, but my stepmother's ass was already on my face, my mouth pressing right against her rancid asshole. I heard her sigh with relief and felt ... something ... move inside her ass. A nauseating stench filled my lungs as what could only have been one of her turds poked out of her sphincter and started making its way into my mouth. I nearly vomited, only to hear her chide me, "You'd better chew and swallow it all, Michael ..." Her singsong tone of voice only made it worse. Tears streaming down my face, I suppressed my gag reflex and allowed my stepmother's turd to enter and settle in my mouth. Choking on the taste of it, on the warmness of it, I chewed and swallowed it down, just in time to receive a second turd, even longer and thicker than the last.
This went on for the next thirty minutes, my stepmother expertly, maliciously prolonging her shit so that I could hastily chew and swallow each turd in turn. She made me lick her asshole clean when I was finished, a task I relished even as I was repulsed, for at least it meant I would be free from the confines of her toilet. When she was satisfied that I was finished, she stood up and yanked me out of the toilet bowl. I stumbled onto the ground and wound up at her feet. She laughed and kicked me in the ribs.
"That's your new job, Michael," she said. "Whenever mommy has to go to the toilet, she's going to use you! And if you're bad, then mommy's shit is all you get to eat for a week, and mommy's piss is all you get to drink. Is that clear, Michael?"
"Y-y-yes, mommy," I said, trembling.
"Tell me how much you love eating mommy's shit, you little slut."
"I love eating it, mommy. It's the ... best thing I've ever had."
My stepmother laughed, kicked me again, and planted her heeled foot square on my chest, increasing the pressure until I feared she would stab right through me.
"You're lying," she said flatly. "It took you forever to finish it all. If you really loved my shit, I'd have had to make you slow down, wouldn't I?"
"N-no, mommy, I swear! I love ..."
Before I could finish, her foot came crashing down on my nose, breaking it for sure this time. "ARE YOU SAYING MOMMY IS STUPID?" she bellowed. "YOU UNGRATEFUL WHORE! Just for that, you're eating mommy's shit all week, just like I said. God, but you're stupid, aren't you? Aren't you?"
"Yes, mommy. So very stupid."
"Good boy." With that, she relented on the pressure and strolled, sashaying her hips like a stripper, into her bedroom. "Now rinse out your filthy whore mouth and join mommy in the bedroom.
I dutifully obeyed, dreading what was coming next.
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