This is a story about a young mother (28) and her son (13).
This takes place somewhere in Australia. It could have happened to
you, that is if you had a mom like Kathy...
Kathy looked around carefully. She had to piss, piss badly,
and the house was too far away. She was one of those women who, when
they had to piss, had to piss immediately. When she had to hold it in,
she became acutely uncomfortable, and much to her embarrassment, had
pissed into her pants at certain times. She was in the vegetable
garden, and it would have been easy to piss if she had been wearing a
dress. But she was wearing jeans, tight jeans. Johnny was in the
house, but he could be looking out of a window at her. She knew he did
that often, peeking at her when he felt he could get away with it. She
had not minded his looking, he was young, curious. She would rather
have him peek at her than sneak around trying to peek at other women
or little girls, maybe getting himself in trouble.
She had always been careful not to wear anything that
might excite his young emotions, always careful how she sat or walked
about the house. She never wore her nightgown in front of him. Her
nightgowns weren't designed for the eyes of a young boy.
She examined the house carefully, trying to see if Johnny was
at a window. She couldn't see clearly because of the sun. She felt as
if she was going to piss in her jeans any time. She felt a bit of piss
dribble into her panties.
"Oh, shit!" she moaned, knowing she was going to piss whether
Johnny was watching or not.
She stood, a slight blush on her lovely face and opened her
jeans. She quickly pulled the zipper, and shoving her jeans and
panties down, squatted.
From his bedroom window, Johnny was indeed peeking.
He caught a brief flash of the thick hair on his mother's
cunt, and then her body was down. But to his delight, his mother
wasn't hidden. He could see right down a neat row of vegetables.
He watched his mother part her thighs, holding her jeans and
panties out of the way. He could see the hair of her cunt, but was too
far away to see her pussy clearly. He did see, however, the golden
piss as it streamed out. The sun glinted and made her piss sparkle.
His cock strained at his summer shorts, and he pulled the leg of them
away. His young cock thrust forward, his cockhead achingly swollen.
He gripped his shaft hard, his eyes straining to watch his mother
piss.
Relief moved over Kathy's face as she pissed. At that moment,
she didn't care who could see her. It felt so good to piss. She
sighed, leaning over her knees, watching her hot piss stream out of
her cunt and pool on the ground. There was something, a tiny some-
thing, that excited her. She couldn't see her cunt, but only the thick
curls covering it. She could see the stream arcing out of her pussy,
and felt an odd tingle move along her naked ass flesh.
She looked down, puzzled. She didn't know why it suddenly
excited her. She had never felt excited about taking a piss before,
only relief. She could feel something like an impending orgasm. The
sensation seemed to be increasing, and she pissed harder and stronger.
She leaned as far over as she could, still keep her balance,
trying desperately to see her cunt, wondering what was happening to
her.
"Ooooh!" she cried out softly as a mild orgasm suddenly
caused her cunt to contract. The stream of hot piss stopped, and as
the convulsions of orgasm whipped through her pussy, it came out in
short, quick spurts, making a hissing sound that seemed erotic, thril-
ling. "Ohhh, my God!"
Johnny had lifted the window, and in his excitement, leaned
out in an effort to see his mother better. He was gripping his cock
as hard as he could, his eyes straining. He still couldn't see his
mother's pussy, but the sun made her spurting piss glint like gold.
With a grunt, he spurted cum juice against the wall beneath the
window.
Then Kathy saw her son.
A flush crept over her face, knowing he was watching her. But
she couldn't stand. She was still pissing now that her orgasm was
over. She stared right at him, unable to do anything. She just squat-
ted and pissed, watching her son as he leaned out of the window and
looked at her.
After what seemed like hours, Kathy finished. But her son was
still leaning out and boldly looking at her. She couldn't stand up
because he would see her pants were down, see her cunt before she
could pull them up. Yet he could see her cunt if she kept squatting,
too.
With a tremor, she stood. She gripped her jeans, but they
slipped from her hands. With an embarrassed cry, she grabbed, but it
was too late. She knew her son had seen her, naked between her waist
and knees. Finally grabbing her pants in a desperate grip, she jerked
them upward, her panties twisting and balling inside the crotch of her
jeans.
Johnny had seen. He saw the fan-shape of his mother's cunt
hair and his cock had swollen into a powerful hardness once more.
Kathy, getting her jeans fastened, turned her back to her son
in shyness, pulling at the zipper. Her panties weren't on right, and
they were uncomfortable, but she wasn't going to slide her jeans down
and adjust them with her son watching.
Johnny stared at the shape of his mother's ass. Her jeans were
very tight, and it was almost as if she had nothing on. Her asters
were compact, round and firm, swelling in a tantalizing manner.
He began to rub his fist back and forth on his cock.
Kathy, still feeling embarrassed, quickly moved nervously to-
ward the garage. She was sure she could feel her son's eyes following
her, but she was afraid to look.
In fact, Johnny was not watching his mother now. He was sit-
ting on the edge of his bed, legs spread open, pumping his fist fran-
tically up and down his cock. He had pulled the crotch of his shorts
to one side, letting his young balls dangle out. They swung as he
jacked off, his fist jerking furiously. Mouth was gaping and he was
gasping, his eyes watching the swollen head of his cock.
Kathy washed up in the garage, still feeling slightly embar-
rassed about pissing in the garden with Johnny seeing. There was a
shaking in her legs, and she couldn't understand the unusual heat
between her thighs. Her panties seemed balled up in the crotch of her
jeans, pressing almost into her pussy. She could feel her clit, swol-
len hard, pressing at the rough seam of her jeans. She noticed her
hands shook as she washed them.
The shirt she wore was tied beneath her tits, and now was
loose, but she wasn't paying any attention to it. She was seeing the
expression on her son's face as he watched her taking a piss. She had
not seen disgust there; she had seen blatant lust, excitement, desire.
She had come once before when she pissed.
It had happened when she was still married. It happened on the
side of a road when she and her husband were traveling, and he had
seen her piss. She had come then, but forgotten about it. Slumping
against the wall, she wondered what was happening to her. Her cunt was
throbbing, her cunt-lips painfully swollen, and her clit felt as if it
was going to explode. The sensations were unbelievable. The feelings
were fantastic, better than any feelings she'd ever experienced. The
shirt beneath her tits came loose, and it hung open, her bra showing.
She started to put her hand on her cunt, and drew it away quickly,
afraid she would come if she touched it, no matter how lightly.
But she came anyway.
Kathy came as in her mind she saw her son leaning out the
window and watching her piss. The very mental image of him watching
her piss caused her to come!
Gathering strength, she left the garage and walked into the
house. She was going to confront her son. She could not let him keep
peeking at her. It wasn't good for him, and it wasn't good for her.
She had to stop it now.
She opened her son's closed door and stepped in.
Then froze.
Johnny was sitting on the edge of his bed, jacking off fran-
tically, his eyes closed, his swollen cock throbbing in his hand.
Determination left Kathy as she stared.
She saw his fist going up and down on his hard-on, his young
balls swinging back and forth, his legs very wide. The feeling of
orgasm seemed to boil between her thighs again, stronger than ever.
She clutched her hands into tight fists unable to take her eyes off
his cock and balls. Her nipples felt painful in the confines of her
bra. She was not yet aware that her shirt was open. She gazed mesmer-
ized at her son's cock, at his swollen cockhead, watching his piss
hole flare, seeing the wetness there.
Kathy was unaware she was moving, walking closer. Her eyes
never left his cock. She wasn't aware that she stood before her son,
or that he had finally lifted his eyes to her. She wasn't aware that
he was gazing at her bra, seeing the creamy fullness of her breasts
about to burst from their cups. The only thing she was aware of was
his cock, the head so smooth and swollen. Kathy hadn't seen a mans
penis for over two years now, and the sight was so compelling, the
memories of sex came flooding back.
Johnny made a swallowing sound as he stared at his mother's
bra. His cock seemed to bulge from his fist. He wasn't pumping now,
but squeezing at his cock as hard as he could.
Kathy's legs shook, and she slowly dropped to her knees, her
eyes staring hungrily at her son's prick and dangling balls. She
placed her hands on his thighs, feeling the heat of his flesh on her
palms. She made a soft sobbing sound and stroked her hands up Johnny's
thighs slowly. Johnny removed his fist from his cock, watching his
mother with hooded eyes. His cock stuck straight up from his crotch.
Kathy stopped the movements of her hands when she reached her
son's crotch. The tips of her fingers were very, very close to his
balls, and she could feel the intense heat radiating from them. She
gazed at his swollen cockhead, his dripping piss hole, his almost
hairless but full-looking balls. She was breathing in short gasps, her
lips parted, nostrils flaring. The lips of her cunt felt ready to rip
the seams of her jeans, her clit excitingly smashed there. She felt a
shiver flow through her body, a shiver that caused her full breasts to
quiver.
"Oh, God!" she moaned in a soft, thick sound. "Oh, my God!"
Her right fist darted to her son's cock, her left cupping his
steaming balls. The feel of them almost made her come. She clung to
his hanging balls and began to jack on his cock, her fist very tight.
Johnny moaned and leaned back, watching his mother's fist pounding his
cock, his eyes darting from her hand to her cupped breasts. He lifted
his hips, arcing his cock upward, moaning with pleasure.
Kathy's eyes gleamed with lust, showing her excitement. She
pumped up and down, twisting at his tender balls. She made soft
sounds, hissing and cooing and sobbing. Her ass swayed as the exqui-
site heat grew between her legs. Her bunched panties felt as if they
were sliding into her cunt, her clit aching against the seam of her
jeans.
"Oh, yes!" she whispered. "Yes, yes!"
Johnny didn't know what his mother meant, nor did he care. He
was twisting his hips about, lifting his ass, fucking into his
mother's fist, up and down, ready to explode and seed gushes of hot
come juice out of his young balls again.
"Please! " Kathy whispered mindlessly, her fist pounding fast
and vigorously on her son's cock. "Please...oh, please!"
Johnny made a gulping sound. Thick come juice boiled from his
prick.
Kathy's eyes filled with tears as she gasped excitedly,
watching the white, creamy come juice spew from his piss-hole. It
flew high, then splashed back down over her gripping fist and arm.
The feel of it seemed to raise blisters on her flesh. She held his
balls tightly, feeling them writhe as they emptied. Each throb of
his spurting cock sent a rippling tingle down to her cunt. She kept
making hissing sounds as she jacked him off, staring hypnotically at
the gush of his young come juice splashing about her hand and wrist,
his upper thighs and on his shorts.
She clung to his cock and watched it deflate, grow soft in her
hand. When it was small, she released it. Wiping her hand on her hip,
she then saw the glistening come juice on the wall beneath his window.
She gazed at it, then lifted her eyes to her son's face for the first
time since she'd entered his room.
Johnny's face showed nothing but delight. He was grinning down
at her.
Kathy returned his grin, nervously.
"Is it better?" she whispered.
"It's much better, Mom," he said, his voice shaky.
Kathy didn't understand why she was talking this way with her
son, she only knew she felt a compulsion to do it. She had to come.
Her cunt was tortured. She was aware that her shirt was open now, but
didn't care.
Drawing her knees up, she squatted in front of her son, her
eyes moving from the mess just below the window to his still-exposed
cock and balls. The come juice glistened on his thighs and shorts, as
she parted her knees.
Sliding a hand down one thigh, she cupped her cunt and
pressed, moaning softly as the tingle increased. Her left hand lifted,
and she cupped one of her bra-covered tits, then began to rub at her
cunt. She could feel the heat of her cunt burning through her jeans
and bunched-up panties.
Kathy felt lewd, very lewd.
Spreading her knees wide, rubbing at her cunt through her
jeans and squeezing her tits, she stared at her son's revealed cock
and balls, the come juice on his flesh. She wiggled her ass, and began
to moan as pleasure swirled about her pussy. Her eyes glazed, her
lips parted. She could barely see her son's cock now. Her eyes were
open, but hazed with passion.
"Ohhh, God!" she whispered. "Ohhh, Johnny!"
The orgasm exploded, her body shaking violently as she crushed
her palm into her cunt. Her hand left her nipple and she clutched at
her son's cock and balls, squeezing them tightly, her eyes slitted as
she came. Sobbing sounds of ecstasy bubbled from her throat.
As soon as she felt the strength, Kathy stood up. She looked
down at her son for a long time, then with a shudder, turned and
walked from his room. Johnny watched his mother's ass sway as she
left.
Peg went to her room quickly, stripping her shirt and bra off
and tossing them onto her bed, then she peeled her jeans and panties
from her hips and legs. She tossed them onto the bed, too, then went
into her bathroom. She filled the tub with water as hot as she could
stand it, pouring in bath oils.
As she felt the hot water close about her, she tried to
understand why she had done that with her son. She had no answer. All
she knew was the compulsion to stroke his cock and balls had been too
powerful to resist, and she'd loved it.
She became so hot herself when she peed, she had to rub at her
cunt, with him watching her display of greedy rapture.
She felt good, very good, for the first time since her
divorce. She wasn't going to try and understand what she had done, or
why her son always tried to peek at her. She wasn't going to try and
make any sense out of the way she felt while pissing in the garden,
with her son hanging out his bedroom window watching. She wasn't going
to try and understand the heat between her thighs and that wild, un-
comfortable desire to jack off and then to rub herself to an orgasm.
She was going to try to forget what had just happened...
Kathy came from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. And saw her
son sitting on her bed. He was sitting in the middle of her bed. His
cock and balls were still hanging from his shorts, his legs crossed.
Johnny looked up at his mother, his eyes seeing her long,
slender thighs, the way the towel was tucked just over her swelling
breasts. The flap of the towel did not quite close near her left hip,
and he stared at the tanned naked flesh.
Kathy stood in the doorway of her bathroom, staring at her
son.
Johnny's cock was half-hard again, and he had her panties in
his hand, rubbing them at his cheek. With bold eyes on her, Johnny
rubbed the wet crotch of his mother's panties over his face, and then
pulled them to his lips. It was then she saw he had turned her panties
inside out.
Her eyes opened wide, burning with a strange, perverse hunger
that she had not known was within her. She stood with her legs start-
ing to shake as her son shoved his tongue out and licked at the inside
wetness of her panties, then stuffed the crotch slowing into his
mouth. She felt a steamy heat building rapidly between her legs, felt
the lips of her hairy cunt swelling, her clit protruding outward with
a throbbing hardness. Her nipples felt painful as they became rigid
against the towel.
Johnny stuffed as much of his mother's panties as he could
into his mouth, sucking on them, his young eyes gazing at her with
unbridled lust, moving up and down from her breasts to her legs. Kathy
felt the strangest sensation of wanting to throw her towel away from
her body, to stand naked before her son, let him see her naked body.
Somehow, she controlled the sudden impulse. His cock was lifting
swiftly into hardness again, and her eyes fixed upon it. But then she
lifted them again to his face. There was something deliciously erotic
about seeing her moist panties in his mouth. She wondered if her son
could taste her cunt, the wetness that had soaked into them. The
thought of him tasting her cunt on the panties excited her, the very
idea that her son wanted to taste her worn panties excited her.
She found herself moving toward the bed, unable to stop her-
self.
She paused at the foot, her knees touching the mattress.
Johnny kept looking at her, sucking at her panties, working on his
cock. Kathy lifted one knee, and then the other, onto the bed. She
held the towel tightly, and knee-walked toward her son.
"Johnny," she whispered, and lay down beside him. She shoved
his hand away from his cock, and closed her own about it. She squeezed
his prick and watched his smooth cockhead bulge. "Oh, Johnny, baby,"
she murmured.
"Honey...Johnny. Ohhh, God, baby!"
As she lay on her side, gripping his cock, the towel pulled
upward, and her hip was exposed. Johnny leaned over and looked, seeing
the creamy lower portion of his mother's ass. He tried to see her
cunt, but it was still covered.
She squeezed his cock again, then pumped it a few times.
"Let me..." she whispered, and pulled her panties from his
mouth. She brought them to her own and with her eyes burning into his,
pushed the wet crotch into her own mouth. She made a purring sound,
and removed the panties from her mouth and put them to his cock. She
draped the soft nylon panties around his cock and stroked him again.
"Mom, they're soft," he said, his voice husky.
"Your panties are so soft and taste so good."
Kathy smiled, her eyes flashing with heat. She rubbed the
crotch of her panties about the head of his cock, then pulled them to
her lips. She kissed the wetness on her panties, then licked at them.
She tasted her cunt and his cock on them, and her cunt almost lurched
into orgasm.
Johnny started to pull the towel from her body.
"No," she said, her voice urgent but soft.
"Please, don't."
"But, Mom, I gotta..."
"Please, Johnny," she said. "Not now: It's too Soon."
Johnny didn't know what his mother meant.
She was holding his cock and touching it, and he couldn't understand
why he couldn't at least see her body.
She moved her hand to his balls, fondling them gently and
tenderly. She held her head up with an elbow, her face near his hip
and thigh. She leaned her face forward and kissed his thigh,
pulling at his cock, watching his piss hole open and bead with clear
juice. His thigh felt hot against her lips. She pressed the tip of
her tongue outward, and tasted his flesh.
She felt a near spasm in her cunt.
Kathy was not experienced at sucking cock.
She had sucked her husband off a number of times, but he pre-
ferred that she just go at it quickly jerking her lips back and forth
until he came. Kathy wanted to savor the heat, the hardness, the
taste, and spend a long time with her tongue and lips on a hard cock
before it spurted that creamy sweetness.
But to suck her son's cock didn't seem right, not at this
moment. It wouldn't be fair to him. He wanted to see her body, her
tits and cunt so badly. If she wanted to his young cock, it would
only be fair to let him see her, look at what he wanted to look at,
but she couldn't yet allow herself to remove the towel. Why, she
didn't know.
She lifted her eyes to her son's face. She saw the yearning
there, the need, the want. She could jack him off again, but she knew
her son would not be satisfied with that. Besides, she knew if she
jacked him off again, he would know her desires, too. The time to stop
was now, she told herself.
But she didn't want to stop.
Her cunt was boiling, and her mind was whirling with erotic
hungers and desires. Even if Johnny would be satisfied to have her
jack him off, she knew she wouldn't be . . . not for long, at any
rate. She knew that just holding his cock would make her want more,
and before she knew it, she would have her son's cock in her cunt,
fucking him insanely.
Startled to have such a thought, Kathy tried to rid herself of
it, but she was holding his cock, and Johnny had her panties again in
his mouth, and she couldn't resist it.
She turned over, presenting her back to her son. She moved
the towel away from her ass, yet made sure it covered the rest of her
body. Johnny stared with a open mouth at his mother's ass. Her cheeks
were full, compact, shapely, with a wonderful hot-looking crack sep-
arating them. Kathy writhed her exposed ass.
"Johnny," she whispered in a throaty voice, running her hand
over her ass lightly.
"Johnny..."
Johnny, with his mother's panties dangling from his mouth,
stared at her beautiful ass. Her flesh was so smooth and creamy,
without a blemish. He wanted to touch it, to feel his mother's ex-
posed ass, but wasn't sure if he should do so.
"Lie down with me, honey," Kathy mewled. "Please, lie down
with me."
Johnny stretched out behind his mother, her panties still in
his mouth. He wanted to press against her, with his cock - very hard.
Kathy ran her hand past her hip and took hold of his cock. She pulled
it and brought the head to a cheek of her naked ass. She made a soft
hiss of pleasure as she felt the wetness of his penis on her flesh.
She rubbed the head of it about her ass, feeling it leave trails of
exciting wetness on each cheek. With a soft sobbing sound, she drag-
ged the head of his cock up and down the crack of her ass, but never
so low it that it touched her cunt.
Johnny leaned back and watched his mother pull his cock up and
down the split of her ass. The heat on the head of his cock was almost
unbearable. He felt as if he would cum any second.
With a soft squeal, Kathy pulled her son's cock into the crack
of her ass, squeezing and bunching her lovely asscheeks around his
cockhead. She gripped the shaft of his cock and pumped it, wiggling
her ass excitement raced about her skin. She felt the head of his cock
brushing the crinkle of her asshole, searing it. She jerked at his
prick, clenching the cheeks of her ass around it. She began to make
soft little cries and twist her ass in erotic movements.
"Johnny..." she sobbed softly, arching backward, feeling the
pressure of his cock against her tight, burning asshole.
"Oh, God! Johnny', Johnny!"
She began to try and stuff the head of his cock into her ass-
hole.
"Help me, Johnny! "she cried out." Oh, please, help me! Push,
baby! It's okay there! Push, honey! "
Johnny began pressing the head of his cock against his
mother's asshole. His balls throbbed as he tried to peer down, watch
what was happening. His mother was crying, but he knew by the sounds
her cries were of pleasure. The tight heat of her asshole burned on
the head of his cock, and he was gritting his teeth.
Kathy held his cock hard, shoving her ass back as her muscles
began to give way, the resistance fading. She had never taken a cock
into her ass before. Her husband had tried it, but she refused because
he was so big and it hurt. But now...
"Push, Johnny!" she urged with a sob. "Push hard! Do it,
honey! Do it there!"
Johnny, intensely excited by the tight heat of his mother's
asshole, pushed.
"Oohhhh!" Kathy whimpered as the swollen head of her son's
cock pressed through the tight ring of her asshole. "Yes, yes! That's
it, Johnny! "
Kathy felt her asshole stretch, but it didn't hurt. She felt
the fullness of his cock, his cockhead just past her assring. Johnny's
cock was young, and smaller than her husband's, and she felt the sen-
sation intensely, a wonderful, exquisite sensation. Her asshole
clenched about her son's cock of its own accord, then began to
squeeze, loosen, then squeeze again. Kathy sobbed with the most de-
lightful sensations, sensations that rippled about her flesh and sent
her cunt into spasms of ecstatic rapture.
"Now! " she screamed in a tight sound. " Do it!"
But Johnny held still.
Kathy clutched the cheek of her ass, stretching it, pulling it
open, shoving her ass back at him.
"Do it! Do it!"
Johnny now saw his mother's asshole stretching about the head
of his cock. With a grunt, he rammed forward, driving his cock all the
way into his mother's blistering asshole.
"Oh, God, that's good!" Kathy wailed, grinding her exposed ass
back at him.
"Faster . . . faster!"
Still clutching the cheeks of her ass, pulling it wide open,
Kathy began hunching her hips, fucking her asshole onto her son's
cock. Johnny gritted his teeth and began to churn back and forth,
fucking his mother up the ass, his balls very tight and loaded. The
heat was overwhelming him.
Kathy, with tears of ecstasy in her eyes, twisted and twirled
her naked ass against her son. She clawed at his hip, pulling him in-
ward and sobbing with rapture.
The friction of his cock pounding into her gripping asshole
sent wild, crazy sensations throughout her whole body. Her mind reeled
and spun. Kathy turned wild, thrashing her ass back and forth, trying
to pull his cock deeper and deeper. Her cunt was dripping with slip-
pery juices, smearing the insides of her thighs. She pressed her
thighs tightly together, her ass pumping back and forth in a matching
rhythm to her son's stabbing cock.
Soft, slapping sounds came from her naked ass as she beat it
against her son. The burning hardness stuffed her ass, stretching her
ass ring until she thought she was being torn apart, but loving every
sensation of it.
Heat moved over her face, and she gaped and sobbed in perverse
rapture.
"Faster! "she urged between gasping cries of delight. "Faster
and harder and deeper! Ohhh, God, Johnny! Oh, baby, baby!"
Johnny couldn't keep his hands to himself. He was leaning back
and watching his mother's ass twist and pound, his cock darting in and
out of her fiery asshole. He grabbed for her hip, and Kathy hissed in
pleasure when he dug his fingers into her flesh.
"Oh, yes!"
Fitting his body to his mother's like a spoon, Johnny fucked
vigorously into her asshole, clinging to her gyrating hip with a tight
hand. He felt his balls smacking at the wetness of her cunt, and so
did Kathy. Her clit seemed five times its normal size, ready to burst
at any time from taking her son's cock up her ass. Mindless with
ecstasy, she grabbed his hand holding her hip and jerked it upward and
in front of her. She curled her son's fingers about her tit, smashing
his palm there. Somehow the towel was no longer covering her tits, and
she felt her son's hot hand squeezing the naked firmness of it, her
nipple boring into his palm.
Johnny gasped in his efforts, banging his cock back and forth,
never pulling it completely out of his mother's asshole. He clung to
her tit tightly.
"Mom!" he groaned. "Oh shit, Mom, it's so good!"
"Yes, Johnny!" she replied, twirling her ass frantically.
"It is! Ohhh, baby, ram it to me! Ram it to me hard, real
hard!" The rapture took control and Kathy gave in to it. "Fuck me!"
she screamed.
"Fuck mother! Ohhh, God, Johnny, fuck me in my ass! You're so
hard...your cock is so hard and I want it in my ass! Fuck me, Fuck
me!"
"Yeah, Mom!" he grunted, driving his cock almost brutally into
his mother's asshole. "I think I'm gonna come, too!"
"I want it!" Kathy screamed. "I need it! Ohh, give it to me,
Johnny! Ram your cock in me hard...I want to feel you come! I have to
feel you come in me...in my ass!"
Kathy's cunt burned and expanded, her hairy cuntlips swollen.
Her clit poked outward, and she squeezed her wet, slippery thighs to-
gether hard. She clamped her eyes shut, smashing her son's hand into
her tight nipple, helping him squeeze it. The orgasm that erupted in
her pussy was powerful, so strong she almost passed out with joy. The
convulsions of her cunt sent a squeezing sensation about her asshole,
and Johnny's cock was being sucked inward until his balls smashed hard
into the juicy heat of his mother's contracting cunt.
"I gotta come, Mom!"
"Do it!" Kathy screamed.
With a grunt, Johnny came.
Kathy felt the powerful throbs of her son's cock, then the
boiling heat of his come juice as it squirted rapidly along the walls
of her blistering hot asshole. The feel of her son coming inside her
ass sent her orgasms into a mindless spasm that clutched her whole
body. She shook violently as she came, her asshole seeming to suck the
come juice out of her son's tight young balls.
It seemed an eternity before the convulsions stopped, and when
they did, Kathy felt wrung out. She had never experienced such ecstasy
before, never in her whole life. Certainly she had not felt it like
this with her husband when they fucked or played about. She didn't
think of anything except the exquisite pleasure it had given her.
Slowly she pulled her ass forward, feeling her son's cock
slide back and out. She let out a soft moan as his prick came free,
and her asshole closed. She sensed a burning feeling in her asshole,
but it wasn't unpleasant in the least. It felt good, and she tightened
her asshole, then quickly stopped because it almost made her start to
piss.
Carefully taking the towel with her, she stood up. She kept
her naked body covered with the towel as she looked down at her son.
He was spread out on his back, arms behind his head, smiling up at
her. She lowered her eyes to his penis, and with a tender smile,
leaned over and caressed it with a light hand, holding the towel over
her naked breasts.
"Lovely, Johnny," she whispered softly. "Just lovely."
As she walked into the bathroom, she adjusted the towel to
keep her naked body hidden. She rummaged for clothes, and then took
them into the bathroom with her. She dressed, sliding her legs into a
pair of skimpy panties, nylon, lacy. She pulled on a light sweater,
then a skirt. After brushing her hair, she found she had the urge to
piss quite strong, and realized she had not pissed for quite some
time.
"I'll be right back," she said, closing the bathroom door.
Johnny caught her hand before she moved away.
"Where are you going, Mom?"
"Oh, honey," she said. "I'm just going to the bathroom. I'm not
leaving the house."
She felt good that her son wanted her to stay with him, in his presence.
Her husband had never reached for her like this. She squeezed his hand,
and tried to pull free. But Johnny held tightly, a white mustache of milk
on his upper lip.
She pressed her thighs tight as the urge to piss grew.
"Honey," she murmured, "I've got to go. I won't be long."
But Johnny clung to her, sitting there and looking up at her face. The
harder he clutched her hand, the more urgently she had to piss. She
wiggled her hips, a nervous expression on her face.
"Please, baby, I have to go to the bathroom."
"You go an awful lot, don't you, Mom?" he asked quietly.
She nodded. "I can't help it. "
" When you have to go, you have to go, right?"
"Oh, God! If I don't . . . please, Johnny."
She pulled, trying to free her hand, feeling as if she was going to piss
at any moment." I've got to hurry! "
Johnny's grip tightened.
A faint flush crept over Kathy's lovely face, and her expression turned
into that of a woman being tortured.
" Ohhh! " she whimpered. She had dribbled a little piss into her
panties. She clamped her thighs tight, shoving her free hand to her
crotch.
"Johnny! I've got to hurry!" she pleaded.
Johnny, excitement showing on his young eyes, simply squeezed his
mother's hand harder, refusing to let go. Kathy's flush became hot on
her face as she felt the warm piss starting to soak into the crotch of
her panties and pantyhose. She could feel it start to run down her
thighs. Embarrassment swept through her.
"Ohhhh, Johnny! " she cried.
Kathy couldn't hold it back. She was pissing in her panties, standing
near her son, his hand clinging to hers tightly. She felt her panties
become drenched, the hot piss running down her thighs and legs and over
her shoes. Johnny looked down and saw his mother's piss, his young eyes
taking on - a strange glow. It was as if her son wanted her to piss in her
panties, Kathy thought. She didn't understand why, didn't understand
why he wanted her to feel this embarrassment.
She looked down at the front of his shorts, and saw the head of his cock
pressing upward. She knew her son was getting a hard-on. She looked down
at her feet and saw the hot piss glistening on her shoes, then back to her
son's face. She tried to slow the stream of piss, and managed to do so,
but only slightly. The heat and wetness between her thighs, the piss in
her panties, caused her clit to swell, and the hairy lips of her cunt
burned. It didn't feel as if she was about to come, but the feeling would
turn that way soon, she knew from experience.
Kathy had never pissed in her panties like this before. Always before,
if she couldn't get to a bathroom immediately, she would dribble, but that
was it. Now she was drenching her panties, and it was running down her
thighs. Her son was watching, holding her hand tightly. He clung to her
as if he wanted her to piss.
She understood, now. She could see it in his eyes, see how erotic he
felt because she was pissing in her panties. She remembered seeing on her
bed, licking the crotch of her panties, stuffing them into his mouth.
A tremor went through her body, and without thinking she parted her feet
on the floor. She didn't try to stop peeing. She let it go, holding his
hand and gazing into his eyes, and pissed. The puddle at her feet grew,
the insides of her thighs wet now.
Johnny's cock stood hard inside his shorts, lifting it into a tent.
Kathy lowered her eyes to it. The front of her skirt was damp now. She
parted her feet and the soft hissing sound of her piss was audible. She
shoved her free hand toward her son's cock, and trailed her fingers
over his covered cock-head. Then, with a gasp, closed her fist about his
prick, squeezing it.
"Oh, Mom!" Johnny groaned with excitement.
" Baby! "
When Johnny shoved his hand to the bottom of her skirt and started to
run it upward, Kathy didn't stop him. She clutched his cock hard as she
felt his hand caress up the outside of her thigh, lifting her skirt with
his arm. She felt his hot hand on her hip, then it roved around to take
a quick feel of her ass cheek. He released her hand now, and Kathy
didn't protest when he lifted the front of her skirt. She turned loose
of his throbbing hard-on and stood straight as Johnny raised her skirt to
her waist.
She began to tremble as he looked at her. She was still pissing and the
panties and pantyhose were drenched completely. She had her feet about a
foot apart, and she felt wonderful. She felt no embarrassment suddenly,
only a weird thrill, a joy. She clutched her skirt with her own hands,
holding it up, and Johnny placed one hand on her hip, sliding the other up
between her thighs, feeling the wetness of her piss on the pantyhose. He
could see the golden piss dripping through her panties, and she leaned
forward to watch him move his hand upward until it was only an inch from
her crotch. Johnny's hand filled with his mother's hot piss, then piss
ran over the sides and down her thighs again. When he turned his wet
hand and caressed her inner thigh, Kathy thought she would come.
After smearing his hand on her thigh, Johnny turned it upward again.
This time he pressed his palm into his mother's cunt. Kathy groaned as
she felt his hand there, and her hips jerked. Johnny pressed, feeling
the wet heat of his mother's cunt through her panties and pantyhose.
Kathy's eyes took on a glassy expression as she bit into her bottom
lip. Her cunt twitching, the lips puffy as her clit bulged out of her
panties.
" Johnny! " she gasped, closing her thighs about his hand. She was
no longer pissing now.
" Oh, my God! Johnny! "
His cock jutted up inside his shorts, a moist spot forming there where
the head of it was outlined.
Pulling his hand from between his mother's thighs, Kathy watched him
place it on his shorts. His hand was covered with her piss and it dampened
his shorts. She watched him close his fist about his cock, the only thing
between it and his hand was the shorts. Then Johnny moved his piss-wet
hand up and down in bold, uninhibited jack-off motions.
A hundred thoughts flooded Kathy's mind, that her son was drawn to her
piss, that it was erotic, that he enjoyed the fact she had pissed in her
panties, that he placed his hand on her wet cunt, that he was touching his
cock now with his piss-wet hand. She stood with her skirt held at her
waist, her panties revealed through the wet panty hose. The hair of her
cunt was almost fully revealed through the wetness. Kathy shivered
with a strange, unusual pleasure. Johnny removed his hand and she saw his
shorts were wet, his cock still standing straight up. He looked up at his
mother, then down at her crotch. Again, he placed his hand between her
thighs and cup her cunt.
Kathy trembled as he rubbed his hand back and forth, a soft
whimper coming from her. She didn't feel at all surprised when her son
pulled his hand back, and this time brought it to his face, moving his
piss-wet palm about his cheek, over his chin, and to the other cheek.
"Oh, Johnny!" she cried softly. "Oh, baby!"
Without a thought, Kathy stepped out of her heels into the puddle of her
own piss and rolled her panty-hose down. Then she peeled her wet panties
off. She let her skirt fall, hiding her fiery, hairy cunt from his eyes.
She lifted the wet panties, offering them to her son.
"Is it okay, Mom?" he asked.
Kathy nodded, smiling.
Johnny took his mother's piss-wet panties in his hand and washed his
face with them. His expression turned ecstatic as he leaned back on his
chair. Kathy stood on shaking legs, watching him. Her cunt bubbled with
heat, wet with flowing juices that mixed with the hot piss. Her clit
throbbed in a tight knot, the cheeks of her ass bunching tightly.
Kathy came.
Her hips jerked, her eyes on fire as she watched her son rubbing the
piss wet panties across his lips. The orgasm contracted her cunt as her
clit throbbed. She let out a soft moan of rapture, her hips arching
forward, her hands pressing at her thighs.
Johnny watched his mother's hips jerking as he tasted the piss on her
panties. He turned the panties inside out, and placed the crotch of them
at his mouth. Kathy saw his tongue slip out, and lick at the panties. The
orgasm became stronger, and her knees almost buckled.
"Ohhhh, I'm . . . Oh, God! I'm coming! "
Johnny sucked his mother's panties into his mouth. His eyes looked hazy,
filmed over with passion. Kathy shoved a fist into her cunt as she stared
at her panties dangling from her son's mouth. His cock stood hard inside
his shorts, and her eyes went to it.
Johnny groaned. And came off inside his shorts.
Kathy gasped, seeing the wetness as he came. Her hand shot for his cock,
she closed her fingers around it, pumping him, dragging his jism out,
watching him come inside his shorts. She felt the delicious throb of his
cock in her fist, heard her son sucking noisily at her piss-wet panties.
With a cry, she drop to her knees. She shoved her hands up his thighs,
under his shorts. Johnny jerked at the crotch of his shorts, but Kathy
stopped him.
" No! " she cried, and lowered her face.
She swiped her tongue about the wet shorts, tasting his come juice
through them. With another cry, she closed her hot lips about the
concealed head of his thick young cock and sucked on it. She swirled her
tongue against the rough fabric of his shorts and tasted his come juice
better. There was a slight taste of her own piss there, too, which served
only to inflame her erotic mind. She sucked with tight lips, drawing come
juice through his shorts, her fingers digging into his hips, her head
twisting as she sobbed in rapture.
After a moment, she lifted her head, looking up at her son with glazed
eyes. Johnny pulled her panties out of his mouth and wiped them about his
mother's face, and when he pressed them between her lips, Kathy didn't
protest. She tasted her piss on the nylon panties, and her eyes closed, a
groan bubbling out of her throat. Her cunt throbbed again, and when
Johnny pressed her panties past her lips, she cried out with another
orgasm. Her hands feverishly jerked at the crotch of her son's shorts.
His prick and balls drew her hot eyes. Squealing in passion, Kathy shoved
her face about his crotch, feeling the sweet heat of his cock and balls on
her flesh. The feel of his hairless balls and still wet cock on her cheeks
sent her pulse racing, her hands stroking up and down his legs and hips
with feverish caresses. Moving softly, she began kissing Johnny's cock
and balls, her eyes heavy-lidded, smoking with her inner heat.
Johnny gazed down at his mother. The pleasure was obvious on his young
face and in his glittering eyes. Scooting his ass to the edge of the
cushions, he ran his hands through her hair, writhing his crotch at her
lips. The scent of her son's cock and balls, slightly sweaty, made
Kathy's mind spin with the intensity of her erotic hunger. Darting her
tongue out, she lapped at his dangling balls, bouncing them, her tongue
swirling round and round. She made low sounds of sobbing ecstasy. She
shoved her hands inside his shorts and behind to cup the cheeks of his
tight, young ass. Digging her fingers into his flesh, she lifted him,
pressing his hard cock into her face.
"Oh, Johnny!" she moaned, and raced her tongue up his swelling cock,
tasting his young cock-shaft, the lingering sweetness of come juice on it.
She gripped his ass cheeks hard, and swirled her tongue about the smooth
head of his cock. He was dripping again, and with a cry of ecstasy, Kathy
swiped at his piss hole, licking up the beads of juices.
Lifting her face, she gazed at his cock. Her eyes were fiery, and her
tongue licked at her lips.
" Johnny! Ohhhh, baby! "
Eagerly, Kathy dropped her mouth to the head of his cock. She pressed
down, letting his cock spread her lips. The smooth head penetrated her
mouth, and Kathy shivered. With a wild cry, she dived onto her son's cock,
taking it completely into her mouth. His cock-head brushed the back of her
throat, the shaft throbbing hotly against her tongue and the roof of her
mouth. Her lips tingled and burned. Holding his cock deep inside her mouth,
Kathy sobbed and cried and whimpered. She jerked one hand from his ass,
thrusting it down and under her skirt. She began to rub furiously at her
hairy cunt, pounding a finger in and out, making wet sounds. Her eyes
lifted to her son's face, her mouth stuffed with his hot, hard cock.
"Mmmmm," she moaned and sucked upward, strongly." Oh, baby, baby! You
taste so good! Johnny...honey, I've got to...Mother has to..." Her eyes
filmed over as she kept whipping her cunt with her fingers. "I want to
suck you off, Johnny! "
Kathy didn't wait for him to answer. She gulped her son's cock hungrily
into her mouth, her tongue flying about the shaft. She bobbed up and down,
making groaning sounds. She felt her cunt grip and squeeze at her delving
finger, her clit smashing at her palm.
She sucked at her son's cock greedily and noisily, making wet sounds as
she finger-fucked herself. Her eyes rolled inside her head, her lovely face
flushed with mindless pleasure. She found she had to swallow often because
he dripped so very much across her tongue. The taste was like wild honey to
her, and she couldn't seem to get enough of his hot cock and dripping
juices. Whipping her finger in and out of her hot, juicy cunt, Kathy dug
her fingers into her son's ass hard, lifting him as she banged her mouth
downward, trying to pull his cock into her throat, the need to swallow him
almost overwhelming her senses.
Her mouth was comfortable with her son's cock in it. She still had room
to swirl her tongue no matter how deep she took it. Rushing her mouth down
on his prick, taking the head at the back of her throat, she twisted her
lips around the base, making throaty sounds of hunger. She shoved her
fingers into the crack of his ass, and felt the tight pucker of his little
asshole.
"Oh, Mom!" Johnny finally groaned.
"Ohhh, Mom! "
He spread his legs as far apart as he could, lifting his hips, watching
his mother sucking in a frenzy, his cock disappearing into that wet heat.
He lifted and pressed hard, his balls on her chin, and twisting his hips
into her face.
"Mmmm!" Kathy moaned softly, rubbing his tight asshole with the tip of
one finger as she sucked hard. Massaging his cock-shaft with her throat
walls, feeling her son's erection pulse within her mouth and throat.
" Oh, Mom, this is great! " Johnny yelped, and began to fuck up and
down, plunging his cock into his mother's mouth wildly, jerkily.
"Your mouth is so hot, Mom! Ooohh, Mom, suck me! Suck me, Mom! Suck...oh,
suck my cock, Mom! "
Kathy sobbed and rammed her mouth down as he came up, lifting when he
pulled back. Her lips beat at the base of his prick, and she didn't care if
they were bruised. Sucking her husband's cock was never anything like this,
never as good as this, never as tasty as her son's cock. His words assaulted
her ears as she sucked him, pleased that he was plunging his cock up and
down, fucking her mouth like a hot, wet, fiery cunt. She rubbed furiously at
his tight asshole with her finger, urging him to shoot, to send that thick,
sweet come juice down her greedy throat.
A muffled squeal came from her cock-filled mouth as her cunt rippled,
then convulsed with a powerful orgasm. The hairy lips of her juicy cunt
dripped and squeezed at her buried finger as she smashed her clit on the
heel of her hand.
Johnny grabbed the back of his mother's head, jerking her face down hard,
his cock slamming up into her throat.
"Oooohhhh, Mom!" he yelled, and came.
The boiling come juice gushed into Kathy's throat like nectar. Her eyes
rolled with rapture as his come juice burned down her throat, her cunt
contracting with one of her most powerful orgasms ever. She made wet,
gurgling sounds as she swallowed his come juice thirstily, devouring the
sweetness from his young, tender balls.
* * *
After what seemed like hours, lying in each others arms, Kathy stired,
rolled on her side, and looked into her son's eyes. "Sweety, we can't do
this again, it just isn't right."
That night Kathy considered what she had done.
Searching her mind, she couldn't find any shame. It had been wonder-
ful, exciting, the ultimate rapture. That her son enjoyed it, she had
no doubt whatsoever. She was amazed at his behavior, though. He was so
very young, yet had washed his face with her piss-wet panties, sucked
on the crotch of them, and even pressed them into her mouth. Kathy felt
even grown men would not have gone that far without some sort of pre-
vious exposure.
Tossing in her bed, the events whirling through her mind, she found
her cunt throbbing, her tits swollen inside her nightgown. She con-
sidered calling her son, have him get into bed with her. She wanted to
feel his cock inside her. She wanted him to put his cock up her pussy
and fuck her deep and hard. She wanted to feel the hardness of his
prick throbbing inside her fiery pussy, stretching her lips. She wanted
to experience the hot gush of his young come juice spewing along the
walls of her steamy cunt.
She grinned in the darkness, remembering offering her asshole to him.
Johnny had plunged into her asshole without hesitation once she had
let him know what she wanted. His willingness delighted her. But he was
so young, so erotic, so horny, he would probably have done anything,
would do anything, with her. Kathy realized that, in her son, she had
what she had wanted for a long time, an almost perfect lover. He was
young enough for her to develop, to teach, to enjoy. He had no pre-
conceived thoughts of right or wrong, only of ecstasy.
She hugged herself, shivering with eagerness.
Yet, as much as she wanted to fuck her son, there was something
holding her back. She wanted to feel his cock inside her cunt des-
perately...and didn't understand this vague feeling of hesitation. If
she would take his cock into her mouth, drink his sweet come juice down
or fuck him with her asshole, it didn't make sense to Kathy why she
shouldn't let him have her cunt, too.
The lighted digital clock at her bedside told her she had better get
some sleep. It was after one in the morning. She turned onto her back,
sprawling with legs and arms open, trying to keep her eyes closed, try-
ing to will sleep to take her.
Then she felt the need to piss.
She swung her legs from the bed, the gown falling to her ankles as
she stood. Beneath the gown she was naked, and her nipples protruded
enticingly against the clinging nylon. She started for the bathroom,
then changed her mind. She entered the hall and walked purposefully to
the hall bathroom. She turned on the light, sliding her gown to her
hips. She sat on the toilet, and before she started to piss, she
noticed a pair of her son's jockey shorts lying on top of the linen
hamper. Without thinking, she picked them up and brought them to her
face. She smelled her son on them, and as her cunt twitched, turned
them inside out. She pressed the crotch to her nose, inhaling the
fragrance of her son's crotch on the cloth. With a soft moan, she ran
her tongue about the inside of the jockey shorts, thinking she could
taste his young cock on them.
"Oh, Johnny!" she whispered, spread her legs and stuffing his worn
shorts against her cunt. "Oh, baby!"
She began to piss into his shorts, leaning back against the water
tank with her eyes closed. Hot piss boiled over her hand as she held
his shorts there. The hissing sound of her piss sent ripples of
excitement up and down her creamy, unblemished flesh. The shorts became
soaked in her hot piss, and she rubbed them at her pussy. No longer
pissing, Kathy pressed the wet shorts into her cunt, and slowly began
to fingerfuck herself. She grew intensely excited, and mewled softly
as she came. Sitting upright, she lifted his shorts and looked at them.
Her hand and wrist were soaked in piss, and she mewled again as she
pulled the shorts to her face and wiped them about her nose, her
cheeks, her lips. She tentatively pushed the tip of her tongue to the
shorts and with a shudder, began sucking her own piss from them.
Shaking with excitement, she stood, holding her gown about her narrow
waist. The thick curls of her cunt glistened wetly, beads of piss
clinging to her hair. She entered the hall this way, and moved quietly
to her son's bedroom.
Shoving the door open, she stood and looked in at him. His night
light was on, his body outlined beneath the white sheet.
She moved into the room and stood at his bed, her eyes moving up and
down his body. He looked so very young and innocent in sleep, but she
knew Johnny's mind was erotic.
She sat down on the edge of his bed, her gown still bunched at her
waist. She lifted one knee, her crotch revealed. In her other hand she
held his wet shorts.
"Johnny," she whispered, caressing her hand along his chest, pulling
the sheet from him.
"Johnny!"
He stirred and opened his eyes sleepily, then grinned.
"Mom, what are you doing here?"
Kathy pulled the sheet down to his knees, and slowly slipped her hand
over his cock.
"I need you, baby," she whispered, and gently squeezed his cock and
balls. He felt so hot and good in her hand. "I need you very much,
honey. Mother needs you so badly."
Johnny's eyes moved downward, and rested between her thighs. Pleasure
grew over his face when he saw his mother's cunt, lovely with that
thick curling, soft hair. Her pink cunt lips looked so wet, and he saw
her piss glistening in beads on the hair.
She manipulated his cock, feeling it swell beneath her hand. Squeez-
ing his cockshaft, she mewled softly as she watched the head bulge, his
piss hole flaring open. "Ohhh, so pretty!" she breathed, and leaned
down, kissing the moist head of his cock. "So very pretty, darling."
Johnny rested his hand on his mother's knee, staring at her cunt with
hot eyes. She felt his hand tremble, the heat of his palm on her flesh.
"Touch it, baby," she whispered. "Touch me."
Johnny's hand slid up her thigh slowly, feeling the satiny smoothness
of her inner leg. He touched the curls of her cunt. "Mom. you're wet."
She nodded, her eyes glowing. She showed him his jockey shorts. "I
had to piss on them, darling."
Johnny's eyes gleamed wickedly with pleasure as he began to stroke
the wet, swollen lips of his mother's cunt. He probed a finger into it,
making her moan as he felt the hot tightness.
"Oh, Mom, it's...it feels so good!"
"Play with it, Johnny," she breathed. "Play with my pussy, darling.
Touch mother's pussy and feel it and do whatever you want with it."
She jacked up and down on his cock, watching his face as he probed
into her cunt. When he started stabbing his finger in and out, fucking
her with it, Kathy felt a mild orgasm ripple through her lower stomach,
her clit bulging and throbbing. She squeezed his cock hard, making a
soft hissing sound.
She lifted his shorts to her face, and staring into his eyes, began
to lick and suck at the piss soaked into them. She squeezed the shorts,
and piss dripped from her chin and over her tits. The nylon gown became
transparent, her nipples outlined.
Johnny watched his mother sucking piss from his shorts, and pulled
his wet finger out of her cunt. Kathy grabbed his wrist, and pushed his
finger toward his lips. "Taste me, baby," she whispered. "Taste
Mother's pussy."
Johnny didn't resist. He opened his lips and let his mother press his
finger into his mouth. He tasted the juices of her cunt, licking with
his tongue. Kathy felt his cock respond with a hard throb in her hand.
"Do you like it?" she asked, pumping his cock slowly. "Do you like
to taste Mother's pussy, honey?"
Johnny's eyes gleamed brightly as he nodded his head.
"You've never tasted a pussy before?"
He shook his head.
"Then," she laughed huskily, "You've certainly been thinking about
eating pussy, haven't you?"
Although her son didn't answer that, Kathy saw it on his face, in his
eyes. She climbed onto his bed, straddling his hips. She bunched her
gown about her waist, her hairy cunt exposed completely to her son for
the first time. She knelt there, hips arching forward, her knees
astride his thighs. She looked down at his cock, seeing it throbbing in
hardness. She tossed his shorts to the floor, and with her fingers,
parted the hairy lips of her juicy cunt. She gazed hotly at his inter-
est, lips moist and parted, the tip of her tongue protruding slightly.
Johnny rapidly looked at his mother's cunt.
The hair was thick, beaded with piss. The pink lips glistened wetly
as his mother parted them, her clit bulging outward in a tight, throb-
bing knot. His balls writhed and became tight at the base of his cock.
Kathy, grinning in a lewd manner, inched her body forward. Still
holding her cunt open, she felt the head of her son's prick brush the
extremely sensitive lips of her cunt. She paused and trembled with the
touch, her body going stiff. That simple touch of his cock on her pussy
almost made her come.
She moved again. She was slowly inching her crotch upward, pausing
again at his lower chest. She wiggled her hips, circling them slowly in
a teasing gesture, still holding her cunt wide open. Juices were drip-
ping from her now.
She moved her crotch higher, until it was perhaps six inches from her
son's face.
"I just pissed, Johnny," she whispered. "I just pissed and my pussy
is wet."
She watched his eyes as she said it, and mewled softly when she saw
the light in them grow in intensity. She looked over her shoulder at
his cock.
It looked bigger than before, his cockhead deliciously smooth, very
swollen, the shaft throbbing. Turning to look down at her son's face,
she released her cunt. Her cunt lips closed, and she took his hands,
bringing them up her thighs, over her hands. She caressed her son's
palms on her flesh under her gown, then pulled them behind and cupped
his hands about her quivery and naked ass cheeks.
"Hold my ass, Johnny," she whispered throatily. "Hold Mother's
ass!"
Johnny clutched the cheeks of his mother's ass hotly, staring at her
cunt. He swallowed. He was trembling.
Carefully and slowly, Kathy drew her feet up, keeping her knees wide,
until she was squatting above her son's chin.
"Taste it," she moaned. "Taste Mother's pussy!"
Johnny groaned, and the tip of his tongue darted outward. He probed
the tip of his tongue at the slippery lips of his mother's cunt. It
felt to Kathy as if he barely touched her pussy, but it sent a ripple
of ecstasy up and down her spine. She placed her hands on her widely
spread knees, leaning to watch his face. Johnny's hands held on to her
ass, her gown resting on his stomach.
Johnny lifted his face, and swirled his tongue through the moist
hairs of his mother's cunt. He licked away the beads of piss clinging
to the strands.
Suddenly, with a yelp, Johnny smashed his face into the bubbling wet-
ness of his mother's pussy, smearing his mouth about it. The searing
juices seeping out of her cunt smeared his face, and his tongue licked
frantically. He tasted her cunt juices, her piss on the curling hair,
and his cock jerked powerfully. He dug his hands into his mother's ass,
burying his young face into her hairy cunt, his tongue plunging as deep
as he could move it. He wiggled it about inside his mother's cunt,
sucking with his open lips.
The hot scent of her cunt and piss thrilled him, his nose surrounded
by hair.
With a sob of ecstasy, Kathy pulled at her cunt again, opening her
hot cunt lips, then placing them about her son's sucking mouth.
Johnny's tongue flicked deeply, his upper lip smashing at her throbbing
clit. He dug his hands hard into her ass, holding her as she wanted.
"Ooooh, Johnny!" Kathy squealed, unable to stop the wiggle of her
crotch. "That's wonderful, baby! Ohhh, darling, baby, honey! Suck it
for me! Suck my pussy, Johnny! Ahhhh, so good, Johnny! Eat Mother's
cunt, baby! Suck Mother's pussy! Oh, yes, yes! Tongue-fuck Mother up
her hot, hairy , wet cunt!"
Johnny closed his eyes, savoring the wet heat of a cunt for the first
time in his young life. He thrust his tongue in and out, licking at the
soft, wet flesh, swirling it about his mother's sensitive clit.
Kathy cried out time and again as his tongue touched various places
of her cunt. The sensations were fantastic, and she fought hard to keep
from crushing her crotch down into his face. Her eyes smoldered wetly
as she watched him between her legs. The pleasure she saw there was as
exciting as her own sensations.
"Oh, Johnny, Johnny! Suck me...eat me!" she wailed. "My pussy is on
fire, baby! Mother's cunt is burning up...for you! Tongue me, Johnny!
Suck me and lick me and eat me! Oh, darling, you're sucking my cunt!
Sucking my cunt so perfectly! Mother's pussy is hot and wet and needs
your sweet tongue and lips and mouth! Tongue-fuck Mother in the hot
cunt, Johnny!"
Johnny's tongue thrust and swirled. He buried his face into the
thick pussy hair, licking away the beads of his mother's piss clinging
to it. He lifted his hips, thrusting his hard cock into the air as if
searching for a cunt. He swirled his tongue about her cunt hair, lick-
ing up all the piss remaining, then began to suck and tongue and eat at
her fiery cunt with greedy hunger. His sucking lips and lapping tongue
made wet sounds that thrilled Kathy. She twisted her ass down, working
it with his tongue. She jerked her crotch back and forth, sliding her
cunt about his mouth. She squealed and watched his face, the visual
pleasure almost as great as the physical.
The urgent desire to grab the back of her son's head and smash his
face tighter into her cunt was strong, but she resisted it. She gripped
her knees again as her legs spread wide. She squatted above her son's
face, her own face contorting with agonizing rapture. Squatting as she
was, the full expanse of her crotch was available to her young son's
tongue. The touch of his tongue against the tight pucker of her asshole
sent a sudden, unexpected, orgasm ripping through her.
Kathy screamed as she came, her ass grinding down into her son's
face. Johnny's tongue was smashed upon the crinkle of his mother's ass-
hole, and his nose was buried into her juicy cunt. He couldn't breathe
but he wasn't fighting to get free; he was sucking and licking every
place his tongue touched.
Kathy, screeching with the intensity of her orgasm, shoved her ass-
hole against her son's tongue, grinding as she came over and over. It
felt so different from his cock going up her asshole. Different, but
just as good.
Still sobbing loudly with ecstasy, she jerked her hips backwards
about an inch, and her son's tongue stabbed into her gripping cunt.
Kathy screamed again as he fucked his tongue up and down, plunging it
deeply into her pussy. Her orgasm went on and on, stretching out until
she felt as if they would never end.
"Eat...eat!" she cried out. "Oh, God, eat me! Eat my cunt, Johnny!
Eat Mother's juicy cunt! Suck the cunt juices out of Mother's hot, wet,
hairy cunt! Ohhh, baby, baby, suck my pussy! I'm coming so fucking hard
and I don't ever want to stop coming! Fuck me, Johnny! Fuck Mother with
your wonderful, sweet tongue!"
She sat in his face, her hands racing up from her knees, clawing her
nightgown high. She clutched at her swollen tits, her fingers digging
painfully into the creamy, tight flesh. Her nipples bored at her palms
as she jerked her squatting hips back and forth, grinding mindlessly
and ecstatically into her son's open mouth.
" Suck it...suck it...suck it!"
Johnny tried desperately to plunge his whole mouth into his mother's
boiling cunt, his tongue flying. He clung to her shaking ass with tight
hands, hoping his cock would squirt; his balls were so tight and pain-
ful now. He glanced up at his mother, saw the way she was digging
harshly at her tits, and tongue-fucked her with renewed vigor.
"So much!" Kathy sobbed. "I'm coming so fucking much, baby!"
The orgasms began, finally, to recede. Kathy was grateful, the or-
gasms were starting to become painful to her, despite the ecstasy.
Slowly her hips stopped moving, and when she started to pull from her
son's mouth, Johnny held her down tightly.
"Don't you want me to move?" she asked breathlessly. "Aren't you
getting tired?"
Johnny shook his head, smearing his lips into her juicy pussy, kis-
sing at it, but not licking. He understood his mother had been satis-
fied, thoroughly satisfied. This was his first taste of cunt, and he
didn't want it to end, not yet.
Kathy remained there, squatting in her son's face. Johnny caressed
her ass, kissing at her pussy, kissing the inner surface of her crotch,
licking his tongue into the wet hairs on each puffy cunt lip. He opened
his lips wide and pressed them around his mother's cunt, his eyes burn-
ing up at her face.
"Oh, baby!" Kathy groaned.
A quick spurt of piss shot from her pussy, right into her son's
mouth.
Johnny tasted it, his eyes rolling.
"Johnny! Oh, God, honey, I didn't mean...I couldn't stop it..."
Johnny's tongue scraped at his mother's cunt, and a wail came from
Kathy as she squirted another burst of hot piss across her son's
tongue. It wasn't much, Johnny sucked and swallowed it, moaning with
excitement.
Kathy, suddenly, understood Johnny wanted this, wanted her to piss
into his mouth. She saw the expression in his young eyes when she
squirted that short gush of hot piss across his tongue. She deliberate-
ly allowed herself to dribble a little piss out of her pussy. Was there
nothing her sexy young son wasn't prepaired to do??
Johnny tasted it, and groaned.
His cock spewed thick come juice. It splashed across his stomach and
dripped to his balls, as he licked thirstily at his mother's cunt.
Kathy managed to spurt one last dripped of piss to his mouth, but no
more.
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Kathy floated about the house.
The changes in her, and in Johnny, were pleasantly surprising. As
young as he was, she couldn't get over how willing and eager he was to
do things many grown men would never do, or even think of doing. She
was surprised at her herself too. She found it intensely exciting to
piss, especially with her son close by. This thing about pissing didn't
bother her, nor did it bother her son.
She was no longer hesitant to let her son see her naked, see her
body.
Wearing a skimpy pair of bikini panties, with a garter belt and
nylons, high heels on her feet, Kathy understood this seemed to excite
her son more than if she was fully naked. Her tits were seldom covered,
her nipples always rigid with desire.
Johnny often wore his jockey shorts, at her request. She purchased
new ones for him - the bikini type that she loved to see him wear.
She knelt before her son, stroking his body. He wore a pair of the
new bikini shorts, and she loved the way they felt on his tight, young
ass, the way his cock and balls bulged from them. She pressed her lips
into his stomach, kissing him, sliding her hands about his ass and
thighs, up his back. Clutching a cheek of his young ass in both hands,
Kathy mewled softly and buried her face into his crotch, tasting the
cloth that covered his cock. The crotch of her skimpy panties was wet
with the dripping with her juices.
"You're so beautiful," she murmured throatily, sliding the waist of
his shorts down to let his cock free. "So very beautiful, Johnny. And
your cock is the most beautiful of all."
She kissed the tip of her son's cock tenderly, wrapping her fist
about the base and pulling up on it, bringing a bead of delicious
liquid for her tongue-tip. She licked it up, moaning in pleasure.
"I love the taste of your sweet cock, baby," she whispered.
"You taste so hot and hard and I just can't get enough of it."
She licked her tongue at his cock, starting at the base and dragging it
up to the tip. Johnny trembled and placed his hands on his mother's
shoulders, watching her. Kathy brushed her erect nipples on his thighs,
and Johnny tingled all over.
"That feels so good, Mom," he gasped.
She gurgled and pressed her face against his hard cock, looking up at
him with hot, moist eyes. "You love it when I suck your cock, don't
you, darling? You do love it when Mother sucks on it?"
"I love it very much, Mom."
"You like to come in Mother's mouth, Johnny?" she asked softly,
stroking his ass, sliding her finger between his thighs and tickling
his covered balls. "You really like it when you come in my mouth?"
Johnny nodded. "I like to come anywhere in you, Mom."
"I know," she giggled, hugging his crotch tightly against her face,
cupping the cheeks of his ass in her palms. "And you can, baby. You
can come anywhere you want to come."
"But I wanna fuck you, Mom," he said. "I wanna fuck you real bad."
"But you do fuck me, Johnny," she replied.
"You fuck me in my ass and fuck me in my mouth. You love to fuck
Mother in the ass and mouth, don't you? You always come in my ass or
mouth, don't you?"
"Mom, I wanna fuck your cunt!" Johnny said. "I wanna feel my cock
inside your cunt, fucking you there."
"I know," she whispered, sliding her lips along the shaft of his
cock.
"I know you want to fuck me in my cunt, she whispered."
Kathy ran her tongue along her son's cock, then dipped her face and
opened her lips, sucking his balls through the shorts. The taste caused
her to cry out with wanton hunger, and she turned her son around. She
shoved her tongue out, and used the flat surface to lick at his thighs,
up over the covered cheeks of his ass. Then, moaning with lust, she
pulled his shorts down to his knees and buried her face into the crack
of his ass. She raced her tongue about the hot crack, probing into it.
Johnny grunted and leaned over, grabbing his knees, arching his ass
to his mother's face. Kathy swirled her tongue up and down the inner
flesh of his ass cheeks, then lapped at the tight, hot pucker of his
asshole. Johnny wriggled backwards.
"Oh, Mom!"
"Mmmmm, baby!"
She thrust her tongue against his crinkily asshole, sliding a hand
around and gripping his throbbing cock. She pumped on his prick and
sucked at his asshole, the tip of her tongue penetrating the tightness.
Kathy shoved her tongue far into her son's ass, purring with pleasure.
The tight heat of his young asshole sent a stab of ecstasy from her
mouth to her cunt. She kept fucking her son in the asshole with her
tongue, jacking on his cock with a tight fist. Her other hand clung to
his hip as he leaned over, pulling his ass into her face as tight as
she could.
"Mom, faster!" Johnny gurgled. "Tongue me faster!"
Kathy thrust her tongue deeply into his asshole, the scent and taste
making her mind spin with erotic perversity. She felt the mild explo-
sions of orgasm rumbling about her cunt as she knelt there, tonguing
her son in his asshole and jacking him off. She could feel his full,
hairless balls on her chin.
"Mom, you'll make me come!" Johnny shouted.
"Mmmmm!" Kathy moaned, stabbing her tongue as far into his asshole
as she could. She gripped his throbbing cock tightly, pumping in a
frantic way. She sucked and licked and tasted, her almost naked body
shaking with perverse delight. The taste of his asshole sent hot ex-
citement through her.
"I'm gonna come, Mom!"
Kathy pulled her tongue from his asshole, feeling it squeeze about
it. Quickly she twisted her son around to face her again. She sat on
her heels, holding her face up.
"Jack it off, Johnny!" she sobbed. "Jack your cock off into Mother's
face! Come in my face, baby!"
Johnny grabbed his throbbing cock and began to pound frantically.
Kathy held her son's hips, feeling him tremble, watching his cock with
blazing eyes, eager to feel his hot come juice splash into her face.
The force of his pumping fist made his tight balls writhe.
"Come, Johnny!" she moaned. "Come in Mother's face! Ooooh, baby,
squirt that sweet come juice all over Mother's fucking face!"
Johnny was gasping, jerking off vigorously, his cock just above his
mother's upturned face.
"Now, Mom! Now!" he groaned.
Thick come juice boiled from his piss hole. Kathy gurgled as it
splashed on the tip of her nose. She quickly opened her mouth as wide
as she could, her tongue thrust forward. Johnny angled his cock down-
ward, and jacked off, sending the boiling come juice across his
mother's tongue and over her face. He finished up spewing into her
mouth. Kathy didn't swallow. She held her mouth wide open, tasting his
come juice as it filled. She closed her eyes with pleasure, purring
with heat.
Johnny stopped coming, and looked down at his mother's upturned face.
His come juice was pooled inside her mouth, and Kathy swallowed it at
last, making a soft sound of pleasure. Her lovely face was crossed with
strings of creamy come juice, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a
drop still clinging to his piss hole. She licked it up, her eyes shin-
ing up into his face.
"That was sweet, Johnny," she whispered, then smeared the drops of
come juice about her face. "That was very sweet. I love it when you
come inside my mouth. I could suck up your come juice all day, baby."
His shorts were stretched about his knees, and Johnny slipped them
completely off. His cock dangled between his thighs, and Kathy, still
sitting on her heels, devoured them with her hot eyes.
"I gotta go piss now, " Johnny said.
Kathy stood up. Johnny's eyes moved over her body, from her straining
tits to her tan nylon encased thighs. The bikini panties did not quite
cover the curls of her cunt. "You like me this way?" she asked, strik-
ing a lewd pose.
Johnny grinned. "You're great, Mom," he said, fondling her tits and
then twisting her nipples. Kathy cooed. He moved his hand down her flat
stomach, then between her thighs, cupping her cunt. "You're always so
hot here. I like to feel your cunt...it's so hot and wet all the time."
Kathy kissed him, moving her tongue into his mouth slowly, swirling
it about. "Mmmm, go piss."
She followed him to the hall bathroom, and stood at his side as he
held the base of his cock, arching it over the toilet.
As the golden piss spewed from his cock, Kathy whimpered and squatted
at his side. She cupped a hand between her thighs and on her cunt, her
eyes smoldering as she watched the hot piss gush. She shoved her other
hand into the stream, feeling the hot wetness. She lifted her hand al-
most to the head of his cock, watching his piss flow over her fingers.
She began to rub at her pantied cunt, making soft sounds of delight.
Johnny pissed for a long time, and then started to shake his prick.
"No," Kathy mewled. "Let Mother." She turned him to face her, and
thrust her tongue out. She swirled it about his cock head, tasting the
drops of piss. She closed her lips about his piss hole, her eyes told
him what she wanted. Johnny squirted the final drops of his piss into
his mother's mouth. Kathy, tasting the sweetness of her son's piss,
closed her eyes with rapture.
Removing her mouth from the head of his cock, she sat down on the
floor of the bathroom, then leaned back until she was sprawled there.
She opened her legs wide, pulling the crotch of her panties open. She
exposed her hairy cunt to her son's eyes, and began to deeply finger-
fuck herself slowly, moving her hips erotically. Pulling her finger out
of her cunt, she used both hands to part her hairy cuntlips wide. She
lifted her ass, and began to piss. Johnny grinned as he watched the hot
piss spurt out of his mother's cunt, arcing into the air and splashing
about her feet.
"Mmmm, it feels so good," Kathy whispered. "I love to piss with you
watching me, Johnny. It makes my cunt hot."
Johnny's cock stirred, then lifted into hardness as he gazed into his
mother's beautiful, hairy cunt, watching her piss strongly.
He dropped to his knees, clutching his hard cock tightly.
"Taste me!" Kathy cried. "Taste my piss, baby!"
Johnny lowered his face, but his mother's stream was weakening. He
leaned forward, catching the hot piss in his face. He opened his mouth
and followed the dribbling piss to her cunt. He closed his lips about
his mother's pussy just in time to swallow the final spurt of piss.
He began to jack off frantically.
"No," Kathy moaned. "Don't jack it off!"
Johnny lifted his wet face, but his eyes remained on his mother's
cunt. Kathy arched up, twisting her hips.
"Now, Johnny, now!"
Johnny moved close, and pressed the swollen head of his cock into his
mother's fiery cunt.
"Ohhhh, yes! " Kathy wailed, and shot her hips up. She wrapped her
arms around his shoulders, pulling his young face into her tits. She
lifted her legs high, then closed them about his waist, arching her
hungry cunt to his prick at last. "Fuck me, Johnny! Fuck my cunt,
baby! Ohhhh, fuck Mother's cunt now!"
Johnny cried out with pleasure, humping his cock into his mother's
cunt with feverish strokes. Kathy gasped with the force of his cock
pounding into her accepting cunt. The throbbing of his prick seemed to
radiate throughout the expanse of her crotch, burning the hairy lips of
her stretching cunt in the most beautiful way.
"Oh, God! Oh, my God! "Kathy sobbed, climbing her nylon clad thighs
up and down her son's pounding hips. She banged her heels on his bunch-
ing ass, yelping and squealing with delight. They thrashed about on the
bathroom floor, the piss soaking them, making it better for them.
"Oh, Mom, Mom!" Johnny gasped, driving his cock deep into her hairy
cunt.
"Your cunt is so fucking hot! I love it, Mom! I like the way your
hairy cunt squeezes my cock! I'm fucking your cunt, Mom! I've got my
cock in your hot fucking cunt and I'm fucking you right in your pussy!"
"Oh, yes, yes!" Kathy screamed softly, clawing at his naked ass with
her hands, trying to pull his cock deeper and deeper. "You're fucking
me, baby! You're fucking Mother's hot cunt! Ohhhh, Johnny, give
Mother's pussy that sweet, hard prick! Pound my cunt, baby, pound it!
Bruise Mother's fucking cunt with your sweet, hard cock! Fuck me...fuck
my cunt!"
With her panties jerked to one side, Kathy thrashed and chummed her
ass up and down, taking her son's cock into her cunt with squeals of
rapture. She could feel his swollen cockhead, feeling the throbbing
shaft with the sensitive heat of her cunt lips. She gasped each time he
ran his cock deep, feeling her knotted clit smashing at his cock base,
his balls banging upon her hot ass cheeks.
"Fuck it, fuck it!" she urged hotly. "Oh, God, fuck that hot cunt!
Baby, I need it! I need your sweet cock! Mother's cunt needs your hard
cock!"
"Wiggle your ass, Mom!" Johnny shouted.
"Shake your hot ass! Fuck me, Mom!"
"I am! I am fucking you I " Kathy shrieked.
She jerked her hands from his ass and doubled her arms up near her
shoulders. She closed her eyes, her expression intense. She jerked her
ass up and down, straining her boiling cunt into his banging cock. She
gasped and whimpered, crying with the intensity of taking her son's
cock into her hot cunt at last. Her ass made wet sounds as she banged
it up and down. The wetness of her piss on the floor sent shivering
rapture through her. She flung her crotch up and down, the gripping
lips of her hairy cunt riding on her son's stabbing cock with mindless
ecstasy.
Johnny stuffed one of his mother's tits into his mouth, sucking hard
as he rammed his cock in and out of her pussy, fucking almost fran-
tically. He shoved his hands behind his mother, grabbing the cheeks of
her ass. Feeling her panties wet with piss sent him into a frenzy of
churning motion.
"Ohhhh, I'm going to come, Johnny! " Kathy wailed, tears streaming
from her closed eyes. "You're going to make me come! Oh, fuck me harder
Johnny!"
The scream boiled from her constricted throat as her cunt went into
muscle-shattering spasms. The orgasm caused her cunt to clutch at her
son's cock tightly, then it began to squeeze, release and squeeze.
"I'm coming!" Kathy screamed, grabbing for her son's ass again, her
fingers digging into his ass-cheeks. She rubbed a fingertip about his
tight asshole, and then, her orgasms rampant, plunged her finger up her
son's asshole. She drove it in and out, finger-fucking him in his ass.
The sensation sent Johnny into wild, frantic thrusts. He lifted his
mouth from his mother's tit, and groaned.
"I'm gonna come, Mom!"
"Yes!" Kathy shouted, plunging her finger in and out of his asshole
vigorously, her hairy cunt clinging to his prick, gripping with heat.
"Come, Johnny! Oooooh, baby, come in Mother's cunt! Give my pussy
that come juice!" Johnny let out a loud groan.
The bursts of his come juice splashed the velvety walls of his
mother's cunt. Kathy, feeling it, slammed her cunt hard onto his prick.
The deep muscles of her fiery cunt sucked at his cock, drawing the
thick juices from his young tight balls.
Johnny slumped on top of his mother, his body loose, but shaking.
Slowly, Kathy lowered her ass into the piss on the floor carefully
keeping her sons cock deep inside her. She held her son, stroking him
gently as he calmed down. She dragged her fingers up and down his back,
her legs loose and spread around his.
"That was wonderful," she whispered softly.
"Mom, it was so good," he replied.
"You like Mother's cunt?" she asked, pulling at the cheeks of his
ass, then closing them.
"You like to fuck Mother in the cunt?"
"Yeah! " Johnny gasped, lifting himself and looking into her face.
He grinned. "I love fucking your cunt, Mom. I love fucking you in your
tight asshole, in your wet mouth, and now...I'm gonna fuck you in the
cunt again, Mom!"
Kathy felt her son's cock swelling once more, still inside her pussy.
She wiggled, giggling lewdly.
"Ohhhh, yes!" she moaned. "Fuck my pussy again and again, darling!
You can always fuck Mother's cunt from now on."
Johnny began to move, humping up and down slowly, relishing the
pleasure of the satiny cunt that surrounded his cock.
"And fuck you in the asshole, too," he said, giving a strong stab
into her cunt, making his mother gasp with pleasure.
"Oh, yes!" She gurgled, straining her pussy up to him. "And in my
asshole, and in my mouth, and...ooooh, fuck my cunt right NOW!"
Once again, they thrashed about the piss-wet floor of the bathroom,
not knowing when they banged their head or feet against the wall.