[My stepmother and I tortured each other's anuses]

[My Stepmother and I Engaged in Anal Torture] My father's death was a huge shock to me. Fortunately, he left me a house and enough money to
complete my studies, which allowed me to recover after a period of time.

Later, I was adopted by my "stepmother," who was actually my aunt. My father used to love my stepmother very much.
Since they met, he would come home very late, but now he had unfortunately passed away. My father often thought of my biological
mother, but I had little memory of her.

After my stepmother and I attended my father's funeral, I remember her saying to me, "Young master, you
are now the only man in this house."

These words made me very proud, and I couldn't help but hug her. It was the first time I had been so close to
a woman 's body and felt the warmth of her body.

A few months later, I suddenly bumped into her coming out of the bathroom, with only a towel wrapped around her waist. She
noticed me staring at her in surprise and smiled, saying that I would get used to it. As she went to get dressed, I quietly
followed behind her, completely captivated by her alluring buttocks.

She noticed me but said nothing, continuing with her own things. She took off her towel, started putting on her underwear, bra
, then a clean shirt, and finally her pants. I didn't even blink during this time.
"I think your father won't mind you doing this, right?"

I could only agree. Then she looked directly at me and said, "Yes, since you're a man, you have the right to know
all this. I think it's time for you to grow in this area, otherwise it will have a negative impact on you in the future, am I
right?" I

couldn't believe my ears, and of course I nodded in agreement. "But there's a problem. Every time I
talk about these topics with my female classmates, they refuse to tell me, then secretly laugh and report it to the teacher,
which always causes me a lot of trouble."

She looked at me in surprise and said, "You really did that? Oh, I'm proud of you, young man, you have a lot of
courage."

She seemed thoughtful, and then went to cook.

My stepmother was tall and curvaceous, with blonde hair, gray eyes, full lips, and a high
nose. She looked to be around 35 years old. I finally understood why my father was attracted to her.

"Mom, I'm so happy you can be my sex education teacher."

I noticed she seemed a little more relaxed; perhaps she hadn't thought much before saying those things
, thinking I'd be disgusted, but the opposite was true. I found my fascination with her body bordering on
insatiable .

"Good boy, wash the dishes, then come to my bedroom, okay?"

I hurriedly started washing the dishes. When I entered her room, I found her already in bed.

"Oh, you're quick! Okay, here's your first lesson. Come and look here." She lifted the covers,
revealing two sexy long legs beneath her robe.

I moved closer, beginning to feel the heat emanating from her body, and my penis began to harden.

"Want to kiss my lower abdomen?" I readily agreed, once again intoxicated by her sensuality, and admiring it
so closely.

I began kissing her abdomen; it felt amazing. I kept sniffing and licking until my stepmother laughed and said, "Oh,
so comfortable! What about the rest of my body?"

I looked at her body, then at her.

"Keep going, you can choose whatever you like."

I decided to continue exploring downwards, first encountering a forest, then skipping over it until my tongue climbed a
small hill. I felt a little melancholy and looked at my stepmother. She continued to encourage me, "Keep going, my good son,
it feels so good!"

I continued licking, feeling her soft, moist vulva, slowly caressing her with my tongue. It felt amazing.

"Why don't you come to bed and rest here with me?"

That was a good idea, so I did as she suggested. I lay between her legs and began my first real exploration.

Serving her with my tongue seemed to require a lot of skill. She covered my head with her robe and then pulled the blanket over me.

"I think this will be very comfortable. I can read while you learn how to serve women."

She started breathing heavily with excitement. I figured I didn't need to answer the question and continued my work. Suddenly,
she turned to the side, and my head was thrust into her.
"Oh...so comfortable...you seem born to serve women...I don't think I can let you go
..."

So, for the next few months, she used to thrust into me.
One change was in her attitude; what she asked me to do became more and more like an order. I didn't mind
; in fact, I preferred her to treat me like this, I just didn't realize it at the time.

One evening, she needed to pee and, in her usual almost commanding tone, told me to go to the toilet with her.

"Want to see what a woman looks like when she pees? Want to see it for yourself?"

"Yes, Mom, can I?"

"Of course! Maybe you can even help me."

I followed her into the toilet. She sat on the toilet and then told me to kneel in front of her. After she finished urinating, she asked me,
"Was it pretty?"

I nodded.

"Very good. Want to taste it?"

I was a little dumbfounded.

"Is this normal?" I asked her.

"Of course, this is normal for some people, and some people don't think so, but that's
just how . Knowing in advance will help you prepare when you go on dates with other men alone, don't you think?"

So I asked her, "Can I taste you?"

"Of course, I'd love to. If you like doing this, lots of girls will be chasing after you in the future
."

I thought for a moment and said to her, "But Mom, I only like you. I'm not interested in anyone else. I
only want to do this for you!"

At this moment, I noticed a strange expression on her face.

“Well done, I’ll reward you a lot later.”

She smiled and said, “Now get to work, my good boy!”

I buried my head between her legs and began to suck her vulva until I licked away the last drop of
urine . Then I sat on my heels and looked at her.

“Well done, this will become part of our lovemaking. I hope you like it as much as I do.
I can hardly believe what just happened.”

I didn’t say anything, but I felt happy that I made her feel good.

What happened in bed was different from usual. She said to me, “Some men find it exciting to have a woman sit on
their face. As a reward for your performance, I thought you should experience it.”

I was ordered to lie face up on the bed, and then my stepmother straddled my face, covering my head with her robe.

At first, I was very uncomfortable, but after struggling for a while, we finally found a comfortable position. She
rode on my face all night, and her buttocks felt very soft.

A week or two later, my stepmother further explored my potential, asking me to kiss her
buttocks , and everything was done according to her wishes.

My stepmother became increasingly confident; she could make me do anything, and she became more and more casual, indulging in unrestrained
pleasure. By the time I realized she had seized control of everything, it was too late. Her sexual
preferences were completely different from my initial understanding of sex.

She sat on the toilet, preparing to urinate, and suddenly asked if I liked to watch. I laughed and said I was very thirsty, my throat
almost dry. She then asked if I wanted to drink her urine.

She slowly pressed my head between her legs, and seeing that I didn't resist, she pressed my mouth against her
vulva. "Little beast, listen to your mother, open your mouth, and accept your mother's holy water, okay?"

I couldn't control myself from refusing her; my penis was pressed tightly against her vulva. A moment later, her golden nectar
flowed my throat and into my body. She pressed my head down hard. After I finished urinating
, I cleaned her up as usual. She clamped my head down, leaving my mouth full of her nectar.

"Good little darling, I think we'll get along even better from now on, right?"

"Of course, what should I do next?"

For the first time, she revealed her plan, "I think you'll be a very good sex slave for me."

I should have rejected this idea, but my subconscious made me do it involuntarily.

"I'm very willing to be filial to you, you're the best mother in the world."

She smiled, "Your words make me very happy. If you clean my ass with your tongue, I'll
trust you even more. I think you'd be willing to do that for me, I just finished pooping."

She turned around, her anus facing my face, and told me to clean it for her.

"Do as I say, you little beast! Use your tongue to please Mommy, hurry up!"

I felt like I had become her slave, sticking out my tongue to lick her butt crack, cleaning the remaining feces from her anus
. After I finished, I realized it wasn't as terrible as I had imagined.

"Well done, you're very suitable to be my toilet, you'll obey your master's orders, right?"

"Yes, master," I remained kneeling on the ground.

"I like it when you call me that. Listen, my sister is coming today. She looks a lot like me, and I hope you can
accept her as you accept me, understand?"

"Yes, mistress. May I serve you both?"

"Very well. I think we'll have a pleasant evening," she said with a smile.

I opened the door when Martine arrived and quickly realized she was my stepmother's sister. They looked and were
quite similar, even their tone of voice was the same. "You must be the mistress here. It's a pleasure to meet you.
Should I call you lad or pet?"

she said, smiling as she walked in.

After a while, they were both comfortably seated on the living room sofa. I went to get them coffee and biscuits.

"Did he really do it?" I heard Martine ask.

"Of course, you little rascal, come here."

I hurriedly ran over and knelt down as my stepmother instructed. She lifted her skirt. "You're very honored to lick
my crotch, aren't you?"

Without saying anything, I lowered my head and began to massage her with my tongue.

I heard Martine laugh out loud: "Oh, sister, you've trained him so well.
Can him?"

"Why not, you little beast? Here's an opportunity to serve my sister. You'd love to, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, master," I crawled over to continue serving her sister.

I was eagerly anticipating tasting her. She quickly pulled down her panties and spread her legs, gesturing for me to crawl
under . Then she breathed heavily like her sister until she reached orgasm on my lips.

"Oh...swallow...you little beast...swallow...swallow master's nectar..." My head
was tightly clamped between her thighs.

She needed a break, and then my stepmother ordered me to put my head on the chair. "I need to pee, you little beast.
Open your mouth to receive the holy water."

I obediently opened my mouth, and she straddled it. The urine rushed down my throat. She was urinating so urgently that I
felt forced to drink it, or I would choke. I felt humiliated, forced to drink her urine, but
this humiliation and abuse excited me.

After cleaning her genitals, she stood up, turned her back to me, and asked with a smile, "Little slave,
do you want to be my sister's toilet? Tell her what our relationship is, so we can all hear!"

Despite the immense humiliation, I blushed and told Martine that I was my stepmother's slave, that she
could use me and abuse me at will.

Martine spread her legs and straddled my head, slowly sitting on my face, her thighs
clamping my head. I could barely breathe; I held my breath and swallowed Martine's "holy water,
" finally licking her genitals clean.

"He really is a little slut," she said to her sister.

"Yes, we have many more interesting programs; I think he'll do whatever I tell him to do."

Martine stood up from my face, looking down at me. "Really, can he do it?"

"I'm not sure, but we can try."

I was ordered to stand up and follow my stepmother into the toilet. Martine, as instructed, found some
ropes , and my stepmother tied my hands to the wall. They looked excited, deciding who would use me first.
Finally, my stepmother won the right to use me first.

"This is the most important task, little slave. You won't be too surprised, but serving women completely
isn't just about drinking our urine, understand?"

My eyes widened. Serving these two noble asses in this way, I completely lost
my personality; my dignity was utterly trampled upon. But for their pleasure, I forgot my own feelings.

My stepmother straddled my head. "Ready? I want you to completely obey me, understand?"

Looking down at me, she said, "This is the final lesson on your path to slavery. Don't let us down. You've been
doing very well. If you satisfy us, we'll keep you. Isn't that good?"

I didn't say anything, just nodded repeatedly. I heard her say to Martine, "You're right
, it really is a slut." She ordered me to stick out my tongue and then sat down.

Soon after, she started farting into my mouth. I could barely smell it as it all went in. Then I
felt feces being pushed down my throat. My stepmother groaned excitedly as more feces entered my mouth.
I had now completely become my stepmother's toilet! Nothing could be more humiliating. My penis was rock
hard .

After swallowing all the feces, my stepmother sat and waited for me to clean her anus with my tongue.

She seemed very satisfied. "You get full marks. I will continue to use you, my slave, Martine
. Now she's yours!"

I then swallowed Martine's feces, licked her anus clean, and then they discussed it quietly
for a while.

Finally, they seemed to have reached an agreement. "Listen, little slave, things have changed. We've decided to let
Martine move in. Money shouldn't be a problem. I think she should take your place at the dining table, and you
should take your place at the toilet for us. What do you think?"

Smelling the strong smell of feces in my mouth, I could only nod.

"Yes, Master, you can mistreat me as you please, I don't mind. I just want to be
with you all."

They looked at each other and smiled contentedly...

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