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SUGAR-PIE HONEY-BEAR
I grew up in a bi-racial, nudist, sexually liberated family. My parents were delightful, freaky, ex-hippies, who were in San Francisco for the summer of love, who had opposed every war America fought during their life times, and who had consciously rejected what they described as bourgeois American values. They believed in free love, integration, feminism, and gay liberation, and these weren't just platitudes that they voiced, they were beliefs that they lived.
My Mom, a beautiful, powerful African-American woman, and Dad, an easy going Italian-American, both were always naked in the house. Always. And so was I, from the earliest I can remember. Even when friends came over we were naked, cause all of our friends knew we were nudist. If someone didn't want to see us naked they didn't come back, simple as that, and we had a generous number of friends.
Mon and Dad felt that children were naturally curious and would expressed their natural sexuality appropriately as they developed. They never hid their sex lives from me, and I grew up seeing them playing with each other sexually.
It was nothing to see my Dad with a hard on, slip up behind my Mom cooking in the kitchen, hug her, slip his hard cock in her, and hunch a few times and say something like, "What's for Dinner Babe?" Or, "You are the hottest, Mama!"
Sometimes, when we were watching TV after dinner, Mom and Dad would start playing around. Dad might start feeling Mom's pussy, Mom might suck Dad's cock for a while, and sometimes they'd wind up fucking in front of me on the couch, while I'd lay on the floor watching the TV, or them, it all felt very normal and natural.
When Mom and Dad wanted to get a little kinky, they would adjourn to their bedroom for more privacy, but they would seldom close their door, and as I would pass their open door to go to the bathroom, or my own bedroom, I caught glimpses of Mom fucking Dad in the ass with her strap-on-dildoe, Dad spanking Mom, or Mom whipping Dad's cock with a little cat-o-nine-tails cock whip.
I was a little worried when I saw Mom spanking Dad's cock, so I asked about this, and Mom explained they were just playing adult sex games, and that they loved each other and would never do anything that hurt the other, and that these were private family things that should never be shared with others outside the family. That made perfect sense to me.
Sometimes Mom and Dad would close their bedroom doors and play games that I was not allowed to see, but I was assured they were just playing grown up games and that they would tell me about them latter when I was older.
As I grew older it seemed to me that Mom and Dad we're not playing sexually as frequently as they had when I was little, and that instead Dad was more often watching porn on the TV in the living room and masturbating.
One night, I think I must have been about nine or ten years old, Dad had a hard-on, and approached Mom after dinner and asked for a blow job, or at least a hand job. Mom begged off to work on some project of hers and sent Dad to jack off while watching porn in the living room.
I went with Dad, and while he was putting on the porn, settling in his big recliner, and starting to play with his cock, I stood beside his chair and asked, "Would you like me to give you a hand job, Dad?"
Dad looked me in the eye for a moment and said, "Would you like to beat me off, honey-boy?" I nodded my head yes. Dad took his hand off his already hard cock and made it available to me.
For the first time in my life, I took a cock other than my own in my hand, the very cock that had brought me into this world. I was enthralled. Dad watched the porn movie and I masturbated him, just like I had watched Mom do so many times. Dad really liked it, I could tell. After a while, Dad moved his hand and laid it on my naked butt, I felt him wiggle his fingers between his my ass cheeks, till a finger lay directly on my butt hole. No one had ever touched me there before.
I continued masturbating my Dad, as he gently massaged my anal lips, until he gave a soft moan and blasted a huge wad of hot sperm all over his belly and my hand. "Wow! That was wonderful, sugar-pie. Did you like that?' He asked.
"Yeah, I liked that a lot." I said.
"Your Mom usually eats my cum after she beats me off, lover-boy." Dad said.
I immediately leaned forward and began to lick up Dad's sperm.
"That's a good boy," Dad said, when I had cleaned him up, "Now go tell your Mom what you've just done."
"Mom, I just masturbated Dad and ate his cum?" I announced proudly. "Is that ok?"
Mom took off her reading glasses and looked at me, "You did? Did you like doing that?"
"Yeah," I said, "it was really cool."
"Did your Father ask you to masturbate him?"
"No, I asked him if I could do it. I think his cock is cool and I wanted to play with it. Is that ok?"
Mom put her glasses back on and picked up her book, "Sugar-pie, your Father would like someone to play with his dick two or three times a day, and sometimes I'm just to tired. If you want to help him, and me, you can play with your Dad's cock any time both of you want. Just make sure that it stays in the family, no one else is to know, you understand"
"Family business," I said, "No one else needs to know, I promise."
"Now get out of here, I've got work to do." Mom said.
"Dad, Mom said it's ok for me to jack you off?"
"Cool," Dad said, "You, want to do me again? This time maybe you can use your other hand and play with my balls."
This time, as I jerked my Dad's cock and fondled his beautiful, big balls, Dad put his finger into my mouth and told me to suck his finger and get it wet. When I had done as he said, he again began to play with my anal lips, only this time he gently slid his finger up into my rectum and began to finger fuck me. Oh, my god, it felt wonderfully weird, both strange and good. It made me feel full, kind of like I had to poop, and it made me very hot, too. For a long time, as I masturbated my Dad, he finger fucked me. It was cool. We both loved it.
That was the beginning of my sexual awakening and it quickly blossomed into an amazing sexual relationship with my dearest Father. Dad loved finger fucking what he took to calling my "boy pussy" and I loved masturbating him and eating his cum.
Fairly quickly, Dad moved on to having me sit on his face so he could eat my ass hole out. I loved his rim jobs, as he told me this was called, and I was delighted when he told me that eating my "shit pussy" was just as hot as eating Mom's cunt.
One day, when Dad was laying on the couch preparing to rim me as I sat on his face and masturbated him, he said, "You didn't do a very good job of wiping when you last pooped, your butt hole is really dirty, lot of shit around your pussy."
I immediately blushed with embarrassment and shame at the thought of my dirty, shit smeared butt hole in my father's face. "I'm sorry, Dad, I'll go wash it right away."
To my complete astonishment Dad said, "No, that's ok honey, I like my boy pussy with a little flavor. I'll clean you with my mouth." I felt Dad's tongue on my boy pussy, and could actually feel him licking and sucking at my hole. I was stunned. Dad was cleaning, actually eating, the shit from around my ass hole. Wow.
Dad kept rimming me and I masturbated him, after I had made Dad cum and eaten his sperm, Dad pulled me to him and kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I could taste my shit in my Father's mouth. When we broke the kiss Dad said, "I love you, honey-bear."
"I love you, too Dad." I hesitated to ask the question on my mind but I had to know. "Dad, how come you ate my dirty ass hole?"
"I did it because I like that, buddy-boy. I think that when a butt hole is dirty, it's really hot. I don't know why exactly, but I've always liked it when anal sex gets dirty. Playing with someone's shit, even eating shit, has always turned me on. I try to get your Mon to let me play with her shit, but she thinks it's to dirty and doesn't like doing it. How about you, do you mind that I licked the shit off your ass hole?"
I thought about it for a moment and said, "No Dad, I don't mind if you really like it, it's cool with me."
"Cool," Dad said, "next time you have to poop, don't wipe your butt, let me do it for you, ok?"
Sure enough the next time I had to poop I remembered what Dad had said and didn't wipe. It felt like there was a big gob of shit left on my butt hole so I took the hand mirror Mom used to do her hair and looked at my butt hole. There was, indeed, a lot of shit smeared around my pink hole, and even a big gob of turd hanging out of my hole.
I went into the living room where Mom and Dad were reading the newspaper. "Dad," I said, "I just pooped and I didn't wipe my butt like you wanted."
Mom looked at me standing naked in front of Dad with a hard on, and said "Jim," that's my Dad's name, "are you doing scat with the boy?"
"I just told him if he didn't wipe after he took a shit I do it for him, with my mouth."
Mom kind of huffed the way she does when she doesn't approve of something, and said, "Well I guess I should have known you wind up eating the boy's shit. Just don't you go feeding him yours', you hear?
"I won't Babe, I promise. I'll just play around a little with his, nothing to far out, and nothing he doesn't want to do, promise. Besides, I think he kind of likes it."
Mom looked at me and said, "Well, do you? Do you like having your Dad eat your shit?"
I wasn't completely sure how I felt about Dad eating my shit; it was pretty weird, after all. However, I knew if Dad wanted to eat shit and Mom wouldn't let him eat hers, it was okay with me if he ate mine, so I nodded my head yes.
"Huh!" Mom said. "Well the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?"
Dad stood up and, taking me by the hand, led me to my bedroom. He flung himself down on the bed and pulled me down beside him. "Alright, Mom says I can eat your shit! Are you cool with that?"
"Yeah, Dad you can eat my shit."
"Oh, buddy, I love you. Now show me that shit smeared pussy hole."
I rolled over on my belly and spread my legs wide, offering my shitty hole to my Dad. I felt my Dad's hands on my buttocks, and felt him spread me wide. "Oh honey, that is so nasty, I'm going to eat that shit."
True to his word, Dad spent a long time eating me out while I masturbated him. When, he blew the biggest cum wad I ever saw him shoot, he said, "Fuck, buddy, that was so hot. Next time you've got to let me eat all your shit, okay?"
The next morning, after the three of us finished breakfast, I announced, "I've really got to take a shit. You want to eat it Dad?"
Dad looked at Mom and said, "Is it okay with you Babe?"
"Okay, that you eat honey-bears turds?" she said shaking her head, with a trace of a smile on her face. "Sure, why not? Why don't you do it here, and I'll watch."
Dad had us quickly clear the breakfast table. He got out a clean plate, a glass, and a knife and fork, and then picked me up and put me up on the table. He told me to turn around with my back toward him and Mom, who had sat back down in chairs pulled close together.
Dad had me squat down, placed the plate between my feet, below my butt hole, and told me to take a dump. Dad held the glass under my penis, so I could piss as well as shit, and I did it, with my mother and father looking on I shit a load of turds on the plate on the kitchen table and filled the glass with my bright yellow, hot, morning piss. When I had finished, Dad leaned in and wiped my ass with his mouth. When he was done I hopped off the table and stood beside my Father's chair. I reached down and started masturbating my Dad's already hard cock, while he used the knife and fork to cut small bit sized bits of my shit which he proceeded to eat at a leisurely pace, seeming to savor, and carefully chew, each bite. As Dad reached the end of my turd and his shit meal, my hand job brought him to a powerful, shuddering climax.
With Mom looking on I bent down and ate my Father's cum, licking it off his dick, belly and my hand.
After Dad had regained his composure and breath he said, "That was amazing." Then looking at my Mother he grinned, reveling his shit stained mouth, and said, "How bout a kiss, baby?" as he reached to fondle her breast. Mom shrieked, giggled, and hopped up from the table and scooted off to their bedroom.
"How about you, sugar-bear, you want a kiss?"
That was the first time I tasted shit, when I tongued kissed my Father after he ate my shit.