A Few Days Later (Andrew's POV)

**SCATT WARNING**

Andrew POV

'Ugh dammit' I thought to myself as I entered my bedroom. Instantly, I'm hit with the smell of a port-a-potty.

Bracing myself to open my door became a regular thing since Ryan laid down the rules on Mom using his asshole. Now it always somewhat smelled like crap.

It would obviously be the worst right after she went, especially if I wasn't around to clean her litterbox the moment she finished. Although even if I immediately took care of my least favorite chore, the foul stench lingered. The fumes soaked into my sheets and even the clothes in my closet picked up traces of it.

I walked up to my desk and grabbed one of the many cans of air freshener sitting there. It was time to make another futile attempt at diluting the oder. As I walked around my room, bombing it with chemicals, I approached the source of my misery.

I looked down and see a box of sand sitting in the back corner of my room. To the right of it was a half used role of toilet paper. The left side is where a small trash can that's nearly filled with crumpled up sheets. I notice that many of them contain noticeable, brown, smears.

Despite Ryan being the cause of my suffering, I can't really be mad at him. My Mother was using his asshole after all, it was only fair that it shits where he wants it to. It just sucked it had to be in my room, and more so that I couldn't leave if I was already in the room. That aspect did however let me clean it up as soon as she was finished, a small upside.

After finishing my useless attempt with the air freshener, I turned on my Xbox and sat on my bed. Soon enough I started to hear a loud noise coming from across the hall.

"Aaaahhh! Im a good Buttslut! Im a filthy fucking Buttslut!" The voice was undoubtedly Mom's.

After Ryan left our place, he almost immediately texted my mom through his phone some more things he wanted done with his property. He insisted that My Mom use his arm to make a video of fucking herself in his asshole with a large dildo and send it to him every other day. Her use of the word "Buttslut" was thanks to Ryan wanting his mouth to refer to Mom as that. Now she always spoke in the third person like 'Buttslut's gonna start dinner soon honey' or 'Buttslut's running out to buy some new plugs'. Thank God Ryan doesn't own my mouth so I don't have to call Mom by that name.

I try to focus on my game but between the overpowering smell in my room and Mom's squeals my stats and even my grades have taken a hit. It also doesn't help that everyone at school is always telling me that my mom's pictures are hot as fuck. Im tired of reminding them that its Ryan's asshole they're seeing online.

After about 10 minutes the screams finally stop. I sigh in relief as I can finally somewhat concentrate at beating my high score. But right when I thought I was in the clear I heard my door open.

Because Mom needed to have access to my room all the time, I can't lock my door. Now I have to jack off in the bathroom due to an awkward encounter that we don't talk about.

"Hey sweetie, Mommy-Buttslut's got to take a fat steamer in your room" Mom said casually as she walked past my bed towards the corner. Ryan's mouth also had to speak as nasty as possible so Ive become used to her derogatory language.

"Yea that's fine Mom" I said trying to pay as little attention to her as possible.

She was in normal clothes for the most part except that she wore leggings which where cut so her ass was sticking out with no panties in sight. It was the best option since Ryan wanted his asshole covered by as little material as possible. This way she could at least seem decent from the front.

When Mom reached her litter-box, she turned around and faced me. Then she pulled down her pants before squatted over her target. Once settled, my Mother called out to me in a commanding voice.

"Andrew, get over here and pull out your fat Buttslut of a Mother's plug so she can drop a dookie in your room." Oh yea, Ryans mouth wasn't the only thing that got additional rules. I had some extra responsibilities I had to follow so my Mom can take a shit.

I sighed and paused my game "Coming Mom" I said as I reluctantly got up and headed over to her. She smiled as I approached and crouched down

"Thats a good boy, make sure to get your face close up to Ryan's shitter so you take it out properly." she instructed like how she used to remind me of my homework.

I leaned in so her pussy was just about at my forehead. I reached underneath her and grabbed the end of the butt plug currently lodged in Ryan's asshole being, the one that's unfortunately attached to Mom. I start pulling and it slowly exists the my butthole. The moment it pops out, a huge 'BWWRRP' sound erupts out my Mother. The smell of her ripping ass right in my face immediately hits me. In the past, I would pull away in disgust. But after a couple of days practice I can remain normal enough to not further Mom's embarrassment by making a fuss.

As I come up for air Mom looked at me and giggled before saying "Oooh that was a wet one. Thanks, honey!".

Straight faced, I responded "Yea, it sure was. No problem, Mom."

Then I set the plug down and sit on the floor facing Mom. She begins to make a strained face as the mature woman gets down to business. Subtle grunts escape Ryan's mouth while she does the deed.

I watched as a log of shit starts poking out of Mom, who thankfully has Ryan's permission to receive herself using his anus. After the first piece plops into the box, she opens her eyes and looks at me. I

"Thanks for helping your Fat Ass, Big-Bootie, Buttslut Mom make your room smell like shit. Buttslut really appreciates you taking on dookie duty."

Despite the absurd word choice I knew she was sincere, it must be rough not having an anus of your own. I looked at her with a slight smile, filled with pity, and said "It's ok Mom, I understand."

Mom simply nods before scrunching her face to continue her business. For the next few minutes, the room remains silent as I watch her shit drop onto a pile of sand.

After my Mother finally finishes, her heads perks up and she chirps "All Done!" in a childish tone. She stands up and turns around, leaving her ass pointed at me. Bending over, her's and Ryan's hands reach back and spread her plump cheeks.

Without turning her head, she yells out in a crude tone "Now Clean Up Your Mom's Shit Tank, Shrimp Dick!"

I sighed for what felt like the 100th time today and reached for toilet paper. This was all part of the routine. Whenever I'm in the room when she shits, I have to wipe her ass while Ryan's mouth gets more vulgar than ever.

She was relentless "Yea Wipe Up Those Shit Stains! I Need To Keep This Hole Clean For Ryan's Fat Fuckmeat!"

She went on and on about how "Ryan's Gonna Ram Your Buttslut Mommy Right Up The Shitter" and such.

When Ryan's asshole seemed to finally be clean I said "I think Im done Mommy." Which elicited her usual response "Then Prove It Dumb Fuck!"

That was my cue to show I was confident I had done a good job. I leaned in towards mom's spread asshole and plunged my face into her crack. After about 30 seconds of swirling my tongue, I pull back and say "See? All clean."

Mom lets out a "Yay!" while she's still bent over. I pick up the plug and put it back right where Ryan wants it to be. Then mom gets up, turns to face me, and bends down as she grabs my face by the chin.

"Thanks, Loser!" she taunts followed by a hard *SLAP* across my face with Ryans arm. The usual ending. I watch her as she pulls up her pants and walks away.

After reaching the door Mom says "Don't forget you're in charge of cleaning my litterbox, shit boi!" and leaves.

I look down at the new mess left behind in Mom's litterbox. The toilet paper trashcan was starting to fill up as well. I was so tired from the whole ordeal that I decided clean up could wait. Its not like the smell could get any worse anyway. Plopping back on my bed I resume my game trying to forget about it all.

It really sucks that we had to discover that Mom was carrying around Ryan's anus or even his mouth or arm. But I guess I can't complain, it's his property after all. He has the right to do with it whatever he wants.