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 9.  PTA If you don't mind, I'd like to skip ahead several months.  My
mother was in the middle of her second trimester with the child.  At the
time, we were still unsure of the child's gender, and we were contemplating
keeping it that way.  We kind of liked the prospect of a surprise.  The
months before, mom has been having some pretty noticeable changes in her
body, but they were more noticeable now than ever before--and I fucking
loved it.  For a few months previous to this, it seemed very slight, the
changes.  A little weight gain, stuff like that.  The really noticeable
stuff were things like the appetite changes and mood swings, but one thing
stayed very consistent.  She was, somehow, hornier than ever.  But the
reason why I skip those months is because there was nothing very special
about them.  Just the normal stuff.  Sex every day, usually more than
twice, sometimes half or more of the day.  A love shared within the family
unlike any other love in a family.  But it was all pretty normal.  That is,
until one day when Nat came home with a very guilty look on her face. 
Instantly, we knew something was up.  Nat was NOT an innocent girl.  She
was a girl that had licked every hole in her mother's body--bottom, torso
(nipples), head, whatever.  A girl that had had her big brother so far
inside of her that she was once told that by a doctor that her womb was
abnormally shaped, like something had pressed against it before.  She was
the kind of girl that would sneak into my room, the bathroom, or any other
room where I was naked and take my cock (which was face-level with her)
into her mouth--flaccid or erect, it did not matter to little Natalie.  She
had even tasted, chewed, swallowed, and re-digested every person's shit in
the house, as well as urine, vomit, snot, and God only knows what else or
what kind of mixtures of these things.  So, it's understandable that we
knew something was up when she came in with her eyes diverted to the ground
with shame.  She walked over to mom and signaled her to lean down so she
could whisper in her ear.  At first, mom tried to obey, but her swelling
stomach didn't allow it, and she resorted to just squatting, making the
little skit she had on ride up some and expose her G-string covered asshole
between he slightly swollen cheeks.  Nat whispered something, slipped a
folded piece of paper into mom's hand and then ran off upstairs.  I was
left in the dark while mom went into another room to read and digest the
letter.  When she came back into the living room with me, she sat down
beside me and began to tell me what was on it.  Apparently, the
elementary/middle school combination where Nat attended daily classes had
gotten a new coach that wasn't used to the routine in the locker rooms, and
Nat had gotten caught with her tongue four inches deep inside of a fourteen
year old boy's asshole.  The letter was the coach DEMANDING a conference
with mom to talk to her about the child's "disgusting behavior" and the
"dangers" that were involved.  After explaining, mom commented, "I don't
know who this Mrs.  Ramey is, but I do know that I want to show that cunt a
thing or two.  Come with me to the conference...  hubby?" she asked.  If
you think I declined, you're fucking stupid.  The next day we were in the
car on the way to the school for the conference when mom handed me the
letter that was sent home.  I took it from her and looked it over.  I
looked for little things to see how this meeting may go.  I looked to make
sure that the name of the teacher was Mistress Ramey and not Miss Ramey. 
It was definitely Mrs.  So that means that she was married, which could
make it harder to negotiate.  Either way, I figured we'd end up calling her
Coach Ramey instead.  The next detail I looked for was to see if she went
into detail with the description of the act.  The answer to that was kind
of yes and kind of no.  She said that she had brought a teenage boy over to
the girls side of the locker room, and she said that the tongue was four
inches deep in his hole.  That kind of detail hinted toward Coach Ramey
being interested enough to look for a moment before writing them up.  I
looked over at mom and asked her exactly how the locker rooms at the school
were set up.  I wasn't sure, and I was a little confused, since the letter
mentioned different ages and different sides to the room.  Mom explained,
only glancing over at me from time to time, barely taking her eyes off the
road.  "Well, there are three schools on one campus," she explained. 
"There is the R.  E.  Tucker Elementary school, the Canditt Middle School,
and the East Oakdale High School, all right there on the same plot of land.
There was some important education budget strategy that they had in mind
when doing this, but I really don't remember.  Anyway," she continues,
reaching down to grab her coffee and bring it to her lips for a sip, "all
those schools on the same campus meant that they were somewhat cramped for
space.  So, the three schools all share a cafeteria and a gymnasium." I nod
my head some to indicate that I understand.  "Anyway, the last time I was
in the locker room, they didn't worry with what side the genders stayed on,
but they were supposed to.  Thanks to the schools having one gym, boys and
girls of all different ages are in the locker rooms at once.  The boys stay
on one side of the locker room, and the girls stay on the other.  All of
this is divided by the Coaches office.  The Coach's office has a two-way
mirror window on each side so that they can monitor the kids, but the kids
can't see through to the other sex's room.  However, the hallway that goes
between the rooms and around the coach's office has no window, so it is
hard to always supervise." It was all adding up to have the potential of a
great meeting.  "I remember last time I was called in and had to go to the
locker rooms," she continues still, "The kids were out in the gym when I
got there and the locker room was empty, all except one boy on the guy's
side.  I forgot to knock when I went into the Coach's office, and I walked
in on her fingering herself in both holes, sitting on her desk.  She was
watching through the mirror at the boy while he was changing.  It was
pretty fuckin' sexy.  But now she's gone. ...Probably got caught." When mom
finally finished, I looked out of my window and tried to not get excited as
we continued on our way to the school.  Once we arrived, I got out of the
car and stretched a bit.  I walked around to the front of the cal and
waited on mom.  Mom kind of acted like she didn't know she was pregnant,
judging by her clothing selection.  She would wear the same stuff she
always wood, but she would buy the bigger sizes.  No maternity clothes for
her.  She was wearing a light blue halter top and a very short blue jean
skirt with dressy but relatively flat heel shoes that exposed her toes. 
She wanted to look nice, but be able to walk with the extra weight.  We
walked in through the front door of the Elementary School and told the
woman that we had a meeting with Coach Ramey, and she told us to go
straight on to the gym.  As I walked away, I tried to glance back at the
woman working at the desk, just out of curiosity, and she was looking
straight at mom's ass.  Once we were in a hall where we were barely alone,
I looked to see what she was staring at.  Mom's G-String went right up past
the waistline of he low-ride skirt, and the bottom of her ass hung out a
bit--that's how short it was.  Anyway, we made our way to the gym.  When we
walked in, many different kids were running around the court.  Some were
jogging, some were playing basketball, some were just talking.  We walked
by them, making our way to the locker rooms.  On our way back, Nat ran up
and said hi to mom.  They hugged a bit and then mom said that she needed to
head on back to the meeting, and then they kissed briefly and parted ways.
We walked in through the girls' side, and I tried to ignore the one girl
that was still changing.  She looked to be about seventh grade age, but she
didn't seem to mind mom and I at all as we knocked on the coach's door to
come in.  When we walked in, Coach Ramey was sitting behind her desk,
staring up at us as we came in and took our seats.  She looked to be about
thirty-two or so.  Older than mom, but not too old at all.  She had
sandy-brown hair, almost blonde, but not quite, and it hung to her
shoulders.  She had on a sweatshirt, and I wasn't sure what else, she was
sitting behind her desk.  Her build was very athletic.  As the conference
began, I started listening in on it, not bothering to speak up, since I was
just there for the ride.  Ramey started, "Ma'am, the reason why I called
you here to speak with me is because I found your daughter and an ol--" Mom
interrupted, "And an older boy engaged in analingus.  Yeah.  I know." Ramey
continued after stuttering a little.  "Y...yes, well, yo...You see.  I
chose to ask you to come speak with me instead of going to the principal...
well, I chose not to write them up for it." Mother got a slightly puzzled
look on her face.  "This isn't the first time I have caught students in
acts like this, and after a while, one has to question it.  Mom nodded
some, "Yeah?" "Well, as it would seem, the former coach...  did...stuff."
"I know," mom continued.  Her voice became rather sultry.  "Last year we
had a little Parent-Student-Teacher day here in the locker room." Ramey
stammered a bit.  "Well...  I was wanting to ask you...  How does she...?"
"How does she what?" my mother asked, leaning forward as far as she could
with her swollen belly to rest her large breasts against her desk.  Ramey's
eyes went straight for the down-shirt.  "How does she stand the taste?"
"The taste of what?" Mom knew exactly what she was talking about, but
wanted to head her say it.  "How does she stand the taste of...  You know.
Asshole?  Shit?" Mom grinned and got up to sit on her desk, facing her. 
"Katsu.  Maybe we could, you know.  Show her...?" Mom looked back and
winked to me.  I stood up and walked over behind Ramey and began to massage
her shoulders and lick at her neck, pulling her hair out of the way.  She
closed her eyes and let out a soft purr.  Mom began to question her some to
see how much she really wanted it.  "So, you've NEVER tasted it?"
"Nev...ver.  Well...  only...  on..ly my own, onc...ce.  Never anyone
el...se`s.  I just want...  to...  tas...te some...one else`s.  Just to
try...  it," she sighed through the deep breathes, me licking and nipping
at her neck.  "Not even Mr.  Ramey's?" Mom questioned.  "Nev...ver his.  He
is su...ch a prude.  He'd never do th--Oooh!" I had bitten harder on her
neck.  "Then we shall enjoy what time we have," Mom told her.  I
straightened my back and reached under Ramey's desk to grab the bottom of
her shirt and pull up.  Her lifted her arms and off it came.  I then
unfastened her bra and let her rather large D's free.  I then unfastened my
pants and pulled my penis out, mom watching the entire time, untying her
halter top.  Once she had it undone, her large, swollen breasts were loose.
Ramey reached up with one hand and tweaked her very sensitive nipples while
I rubbed me erection against her lips before finally slipping it into her
mouth.  Ramey sucked on my member hard, my hand resting on her head. 
Meanwhile, mother finished getting undressed.  Her belly hung a bit, but
you could still see her hairy cunt just fine.  I looked over at her and
smiled as I pulled my dick from Ramey and then put my hands beneath her
arms to help her stand.  As I did this, I felt the bushy, rough armpit hair
against my hands, and when she was Fully standing, my mother reached over
and began kissing her passionately.  I took to my knees and slid Ramey's
gym short and panties off of her.  Her ass was very fit and very shaped. 
Lovely.  I spread her legs some and let my tongue lap from her slit to
hole, repeatedly as she moaned.  Mother then sat back upon the desk and
spread her legs before pointing at her slit.  "Lick," She demanded her. 
Ramey bent over and began licking my mother's pregnant pussy.  Mom threw
her head back and cried, "Oh, Ramey.  You lick clit like a fucking pro." At
this time, I took my tongue from the coach's tight asshole and stood,
pressing the head of my dick against her saliva-wet hole.  Ramey shook her
head vigorously and quickly, crying muffled "no!"s into my mother's cunt.
Mom looked at me and grinned, "Do it to her." Taking mom's advice, I shoved
my dick into her asshole and began to pump as harm as I could.  Her hole
was definitely occupied.  In fact, it was very occupied.  Her load was
hard, and rough.  The kind of stuff you'd have trouble passing.  She
obviously had way too much fiber in her diet, and was obviously
constipated. Nothing like a dick and come enema to loosen shit up.  Ramey
was almost crying when my mom scooted forward so her ass hung off of the
desk and she told Ramey to lick her asshole, too.  The coach's tongue went
in and out of mom's ass, and after a few times, it brought a bit of brown
out with it.  As it would seem, Coach Ramey liked the taste, because at
just about that time, mom stood and bent over the desk, her hole in Ramey's
face.  Mom's sphincter loosened and a soft but large brown, hot log came
out and into the coaches waiting mouth.  Meanwhile, I was pounding away at
Ramey's tough load.  I was going so hard that I could feel the pieces
breaking up.  I tried to push in at a different angle each time to get a
good chance of smashing it all.  Ramey's hole tightened some as she
swallowed my mom's first log, and that was all it took.  That extra squeeze
around my shaft was all it took to make me come.  I launched my warm load
into the coach's ass, still pumping, mixing it in with the shit to moisten
it some.  And then I kept pumping.  Mom let out another log and it filled
Ramey's mouth so much that she had trouble breathing and choked on it. 
When she coughed a little, shit came out of her nose as ran, mixed with
snot, down her face.  Her eyes were filled with tears, but she loved it.  I
left my dick inside of her after I softened a little, and began to add the
last part of the much-needed enema.  I let my bladder go into the coach,
filling her with even more liquids.  Mom left out her last little bit, and
right after she finished, I quickly told her to hand me the trash can.  I
pulled out and promptly put the can up under the coach's ass to catch the
shit, cum, piss mixture.  It almost filled the fucking trash can, and when
it was done, it was a soup of brown piss and come with chunks of shit and
gum that was spit into the trash can earlier floating about in it.  I
grabbed Ramey by the hair and pulled her shitty mouth from my mom's hole
and put it in front of the trashcan.  "There you go.  Your own little slop
bucket." Though she had cried a bit and was smearing in shit, snot, and
tears, she smiled up at me and said, "Thank you sooo fucking much." I
looked over at mom, who was still bent over the desk.  I went over and
scraped my finger over her dirty hole to clean her.  After I licked it
clean, I pushed my cock into her and began loving her fat, pregnant ass. 
Just about then, the kids started coming in from the gym to change and get
ready to go to their next class.  I looked down at my mom, taking it in the
ass, then back at Ramey as she lapped the mixture from the can and scooped
it out with her hands, and I began to wonder.  If I locked the door so the
next class couldn't get in and re-implemented the days before Ramey when
the kids could do whatever...