Once a horny milf had finished pissing in the ass of her step-son, she slowly inserted her plump ass into his face, ready to poop on command. As her asshole began to throb with the urge to expel its contents, she moaned softly and fucked his face, grinding against his nose and lips in a sensual dance.
"Pierce that sweet ass," she whispered, her voice thick with lust. Then, without warning, she let out a long, low growl and shoved her ass down onto the sharp end of his pointed finger, driving it deep inside her anus. "Fuck yes," she groaned, her hips bucking wildly as she rose to meet every thrust of his finger, taking him as far as she could stand.
Finally, with one sudden, powerful push, she let loose an explosive torrent of diarrhea straight into his waiting mouth. The thick, warm, heavy stream of shit poured out of her ass and into his mouth, coating his tongue and teeth with her rich, sweet taste.
As he choked and gagged on the overwhelming amount of shit she'd given him, she leaned back, breathing heavily. "That's my good boy," she purred, grabbing his hair and pulling his head up to meet her pierced ass. "Now, let's see if you can take this next load."
With that, she squatted down above him, her massive, heaving ass inches from his face. She let out a long, low growl, and then sighed contently, relaxing her sphincter. Slowly, relentlessly, she began to fill his mouth with yet another hot, thick load of her shit. This time, instead of pulling away, he opened his mouth wide, eager to receive every drop of her precious liquid gold.
"Good boy," she cooed, patting his cheek fondly. "You like that, don't you?" She grinned wickedly, reaching behind her and spreading her cheeks apart. A long, thick stream of her shit continued to drip from her ass, slowly forming the perfect "M" on his face.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, she reached into her pocket, pulling out a small vial of white paint. Carefully, she dipped her finger into the paint and began to trace the shape of the "M" on his cheek. "This," she explained, smirking, "is for everyone to know that this month's shittiest load belongs to you. Now," she purred, wiping away the last of the paint, "I'm going to clean you up and let you relax in my shitty love."
And with that, she leaned over and kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his lips and smiling at the perverse, intoxicating sweetness of it all.
