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...