Toilet Slaves Scatology - Stepmother Urinates and Poops on Sons Face! - Part 2

Natalia watched closely as her stepson, Jason, continued to engulf her pussy with reckless abandon. She couldn't help but feel a wave of naughty pleasure wash over her as she was being pleasured so thoroughly. His tongue darted in and out of her wet folds, hitting all the right spots, sending shivers down her spine. Natalia moaned softly, holding onto the wall for support. She closed her eyes, relishing in the intense sensation.

After a few more moments of blissful submission, Natalia gently pushed him away, her breathing labored. "That's enough for now, Jason," she whispered softly. She couldn't believe she was saying those words, but deep down, she knew she had to maintain control. "Now, I want you to stand up and go over to the toilet." Her voice was firm, yet laced with a hint of command.

Jason looked up at her, a mixture of confusion and arousal on his face. "What are you...?" he began to ask, but he trailed off as he noticed the look in her eyes. A look that told him not to question her further. He nodded slowly and complied, pushing himself up off the ground. As he walked over to the toilet, Natalia couldn't help but admire the way his body moved, the flex of his biceps as he reached over to flush the toilet. It sent another wave of desire coursing through her veins.

"Now, lift up the lid," she ordered, her voice barely above a whisper. Once again, Jason obeyed, lifting up the toilet seat cover. His eyes widened in shock at what he saw. "You... you want me to..." he stammered, his face flushed with embarrassment. Natalia smirked, taking a step closer to him. "Yes, Jason. I want you to. It's time for your toilet training." Her voice was cold and commanding, echoing through the bathroom. With a deep breath, he nodded once again and lowered himself down onto the cold porcelain of the toilet seat. He grasped the edge tightly, his knuckles white from the strain.

Natalia walked around behind him, her high heels clicking against the tiled floor. She licked her lips, a wicked smile crossing her face. "This is just the beginning, Jason. You have a long way to go before you're properly toilet trained." She reached out, taking hold of his cock, which was still semi-hard despite his excitement. She gave it a firm squeeze before releasing it, chuckling softly. "First things first," she purred, before bringing her hand up to her mouth and taking a big, juicy bite out of one of her long, crimson fingernails. The sight of blood made Jason gasp, his eyes wide with shock. "Now," she continued, lowering her hand into the bowl, "you will do exactly as I say." Her voice was firm, but laced with an undertone of malice that sent shivers down Jason's spine.

As if in a trance, Jason nodded his head obediently. He watched as Natalia placed her hand back on the edge of the toilet bowl, just above the waterline. Suddenly, there was a gurgling sound, and urine began to flow out of her fingers, pooling in the palm of her hand. She held it up for him to see. "Drink," she commanded, her voice filled with dark desire. Jason hesitated for a moment, but then, against his better judgment, he leaned forward and opened his mouth. Natalia poured the warm, stale-smelling liquid into his mouth, watching as he gulped it down, choking a little on the forceful flow. "Good boy," she purred, reaching down to stroke his cheek with the tips of her bloody nails.

With a wicked smile, Natalia moved closer to him, her body brushing against his back. She could feel the heat emanating from his skin, feel his desire for her corrupting his every thought. "Now," she whispered into his ear, her hot breath sent shivers down his spine, "it's time for the real fun to begin." She leaned over him, her breasts pressed against his back, and grabbed his hair roughly, pulling his head back. "Now," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper, "you will watch as I take a shit on your face." The words seemed to hang in the air between them, heavier than any other words she had spoken that day.

Jason tried to protest, to plead with her not to, but the commanding tone of her voice left him no choice. He closed his eyes, steeling himself for what was to come. Natalia chuckled darkly, a sound that sent chills down Jason's spine. With a sigh, she placed her hand on her ass cheek and pushed. A thick, pungent smell filled the air as her steaming turd slid out of her ass and onto Jason's upturned face. She let out a slow, satisfied moan as she felt the warmth of the shit against her skin. Her body shuddered with pleasure as she leaned into him, her naked breasts pressing against the mess on his face.

She moved back a step, surveying her work. A thick layer of shit now coated Jason's face, from his nose to his chin, blending into his dark stubble. She laughed softly, a cruel, mocking sound that echoed through the bathroom. "Well, well, well," she purred, slowly circling around him, her high heels clicking against the tiled floor. "Doesn't that feel nice, Jason?" She reached out and tore off a strip of toilet paper, using it to wipe the excess shit off her hand. Then, she turned back to him, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Time to clean up your mess," she commanded, her voice harsh.

With a nod, Jason complied, reaching out with the toilet paper and gently wiping the shit from his face. He felt a mixture of revulsion and arousal at the act, but he couldn't deny the strange thrill he got from being used in such a degrading manner. As he finished cleaning himself up, Natalia stepped closer to him, her body inches away from his. "You know," she whispered into his ear once again, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine, "I think we're going to need to do this again... soon." Her voice was even darker this time, filled with an undercurrent of malice that sent a shiver down Jason's spine. He couldn't help but nod his head in agreement, his heart racing with anticipation for what was to come.