Stepmother's Toilet Slave (Rape and Abuse Adult Fiction)

The news of my father's death was a big shock to me, but fortunately he left me a house and enough money to enable me to complete my studies, which enabled me to recover after some time.

Later I was adopted by my "stepmother", who was actually my aunt.

My father used to love my stepmother, and he came home late after they met, but now he has unfortunately passed away.

My father often thinks of my biological mother, but I have no memory of her anymore.

When my stepmother and I attended my father's funeral, I remember she said to me, "My little 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 was so close to a woman's body and felt her warmth.

One day a few months later, I suddenly ran into her coming out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her waist. She noticed that I was staring at her in surprise, and she smiled and said that I would get used to it slowly. When she went to put on her clothes, I followed her quietly and was deeply attracted by her seductive buttocks.

She noticed me but said nothing and continued with her business, removing her towel and starting to put on her panties, bra, then a clean shirt and finally her pants, all the while I didn't even blink an eye. "I don't think your father would mind you doing this, would he?"

I had no choice but to agree, and then she looked at me directly and said, "Yes, since you are a man, you have the right to know all this. I think it's time for you to grow in this direction, otherwise it will have a negative impact on you in the future, am I right?"

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

She looked at me in amazement and said, "You really did that? Oh, I'm so proud of you, boy, you've got a lot of courage."

She seemed to be thinking about something, and then went to cook.

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

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

I found that she seemed to relax a little. Maybe she said those words without much consideration and thought that I would be disgusted, but the opposite was true. I found that my fascination with her body was almost sexual.

"Very good young man, wash the dishes and then come into my bedroom, will you?"

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

"Oh, you're so fast, well now it's your first lesson, come and look here." She lifted the quilt, revealing two sexy long legs under her nightgown.

I moved closer and began to feel the heat radiating from her body, and my member began to harden.

"Want to kiss my belly?" I agreed of course, and was once again intoxicated by her sexiness, and admiring it so closely.

I started kissing her belly and it felt so good, I kept sniffing and licking until my stepmother smiled and said, "Oh, that feels so good, what about the rest of my body?"

I looked at her body and then at her.

"Go ahead, you can choose what you like."

I decided to continue exploring downwards. I first came into contact with a forest, then jumped over it until I reached a small hill. I felt a little depressed and looked at my stepmother. She continued to encourage me: "Keep going, my dear son. That makes me feel very comfortable!"

I continued licking and felt her soft wet pussy, slowly stroking her with my tongue, it felt so good. "Why don't you come onto the bed and rest here with me?"

It seemed like a good idea, so I did, and I lay down between her legs, beginning my first real exploration.

It seemed that it took a lot of skills to serve her with my tongue. She covered my head with her nightgown and then covered me with the quilt. "I think it would be very comfortable, I can read and you can learn how to serve a woman."

She started panting with excitement. I thought I didn't need to answer this question and continued with my work. Suddenly she leaned sideways and my head was sandwiched between her legs.

"Oh... It's so comfortable... You seem to be born to serve women... I don't think I can let you go..."

So, over the next few months, it seemed to become a habit for her to hold me between her legs and have me serve her. One change is in her attitude; what she asks me to do is becoming more and more like orders. I didn't mind it, in fact I preferred it when she treated me this way, I just didn't realize it at the time.

One night, she wanted to pee, and asked me to go to the toilet with her in the same almost commanding tone as before.

"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 help me a little."

I followed her into the venue, she sat on the toilet and asked me to kneel in front of her, and after peeing, she asked me: "Does it look good?"

I nodded.

"Great, do you want to try it?"

I'm a little confused.

"Is this normal?" I asked her.

"Of course, this is normal for some people, and some people don't think so, but this is how women are. Knowing this in advance will help you be prepared when you date the opposite sex alone in the future. What do you think?"

So I asked her, "Can I have a taste of you?"

"Of course I'd love to. If you like doing this, there will be a lot of girls around you in the future."

I thought about it and said to her, "But mom, I only like you. I am not interested in anything else. I only want to do this for you!"

At this moment I noticed that she had a strange expression.

"Well said, I will give you a lot of rewards in the future."

She smiled and said, "Now get to work, dear son!"

I buried my head between her legs and started sucking her vagina until I licked up 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 said nothing, but I felt good about making her feel comfortable.

The next thing in bed was different. She said to me, "Some men find it arousing to have a woman sit on their face. As a reward for what you did just now, I thought I'd let you feel it."

I was ordered to lie face up on the bed, and then my stepmother sat on my face and covered my head with her nightgown.

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

After a week or two, my stepmother further developed my potential and asked me to kiss her buttocks while she rode me, and everything was done according to her wishes.

My stepmother became more and more confident. She could ask me to do anything, and she became more and more casual and enjoyed herself wantonly. It was too late when I realized that she had already taken control of everything and her sexual preferences were completely different from my original ideas about sex.

She was sitting on the toilet and getting ready to pee, and suddenly asked me if I liked watching it. I smiled and said I was very thirsty and my throat was almost dry, and she then asked me if I wanted to drink her urine.

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

I couldn't control myself to reject her. I pressed my penis tightly against her vagina. After a while, her golden holy liquid flowed down her throat into my body. She held my head tightly. After she finished peeing, I cleaned her up as I did before. She held my head and her honey filled my mouth.

"Very good little darling, I think we will get along better in the future, right?"

"Of course, what should I do next?"

The first time she announced her own plans, "I think you would be a very good sex servant for me."

I should have rejected this idea, but my subconscious mind kept pushing it.

"I am very willing to honor you. You are the best mother in the world."

She smiled, "I'm glad you said that. I'll trust you more if you finish cleaning my ass with your tongue. I think you'd be willing to do that for me. I just took a shit."

She turned around with her anus facing my face and asked me to clean it for her.

"Do as I tell you little bastard! Use your tongue to please mommy, quick!"

I felt like I had become her servant, licking her butt crack with my tongue and cleaning the remaining feces from her anus. After finishing it, I found that it was not as scary as I had imagined.

"Well done, you are very suitable to be my toilet. You will follow your master's orders, right?"

"Yes Master" I said still on my knees.

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

"Yes, Master, will you allow me to serve you two?"

"Well I think we're going to have a nice night." She smiled.

I opened the door when Martine arrived and soon discovered that she was my stepmother's sister. They looked and had similar figures and spoke in the same tone. "You must be the owner of this place, right? Nice to meet you. Should I call you young man or pet?"

As she said this she walked in with a smile.

After a while, they were all sitting comfortably on the sofa in the living room, and I went to get them coffee and cookies.

"He really did that?" I heard Martine ask.

"Of course, little bastard, come here."

I hurried over and knelt down as my stepmother instructed. She lifted up her skirt and said, "You'd be honored to lick my bottom, wouldn't you?"

Without saying anything, I lowered my head and massaged her with my tongue.

I heard Martine laugh out loud: "Oh, sister, you play him so well, can I use him?"

"Why not, little bastard, here's an opportunity to serve my sister, you'd be more than happy to do so, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Master," I crawled over and continued to service her sister.

I was very much looking forward to tasting her and she quickly removed her panties and spread her legs, motioning for me to get under her skirt and she then panted like her sister until she orgasmed on my mouth.

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

She needed to rest for a while, and then my stepmother ordered me to put my head on the chair, "I need to pee, little bastard, open your mouth and receive the holy water."

I obediently opened my mouth and she rode on it, the urine hitting my throat. She urinated so quickly that I felt forced to drink it or I would choke. I felt humiliated being forced to drink her urine, but this humiliation and abuse turned me on.

After I cleaned her private parts, she stood up, turned her back to me, and asked me with a smile: "Little servant, do you want to be my sister's toilet? Tell her what our relationship is so that we can all hear it!"

Although I was very humiliated, I still told Martine with a blushing face that I was my stepmother's servant and she could use and abuse me as she pleased.

Martine spread her legs and straddled my head. She slowly sat on my face, and her thighs clamped my head tightly. I could hardly breathe. I held my breath and swallowed Martine's holy water in big gulps. In the end, I finally licked her lower body clean.

"He's such a little jerk," she said to her sister.

"Yes, we still have many interesting programs, and I think he will do whatever he is told to do."

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

"I'm not sure, but I can give it a try."