Loving mom's lips

CHAPTER NINE

Karen stood next to the bath tub, dripping water from her shower.

Brett was there, standing over the toilet, and her eyes became glazed as she watched him pissing, heard the tinkle of piss striking the water in the bowl. Something about this excited Karen She shivered as she watched her son piss, seeing the stream flow. There was an unexpected tingle between her thighs, and Karen thought she was about to come.

She couldn't shift her eyes from his cock. There was something about watching him piss that sent rippling shivers of heat up and down her spine. She was hardly breathing, almost frozen by this absolutely unexpected pleasure. How could watching him piss excite her? That was unusual, maybe even a bit perverted, but Karen knew she was excited, and that was all there was to it.

As Brett finished, Karen could not resist reaching for his cock. She ran a fingertip over his piss hole, wiping away a drop still there. Then, she surprised herself and her son by bringing her finger to her lips and licking at it.

Realizing what she had done, Karen laughed nervously and quickly dried herself. With the towel wrapped about her hips, she swung her ass from the bathroom and went to her room to dress.

She hardly knew what she was doing. The image of her son pissing and what she had done with her finger burned inside her already erotic mind. She dropped the towel on the floor and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She was sure that beast inside her lower stomach was roaring at her again, pacing and demanding. It had been still, silent for some time now, ever since she had started fucking her son. Now, it was there again, demanding

more and more erotic games.

She didn't try to fight that beast this time. She was giving it without a whimper. She had to give in. There would be no rest for her if she didn't. And Karen didn't want to suffer anymore, never again.

She ran her hand through the thick bush of her cunt, then pulled the strands apart to look at the pink lips of her pussy. There was the best, she knew. Her cunt was the beast that demanded total satisfaction. She was, she knew, becoming a slave to her own cunt, and there was nothing she could do about it.

There was nothing she wanted to do about it.

She turned away from the mirror, and, naked, left her room. She peered into the bathroom as she passed, but her son, of course, was not there. She found him in the living room, sitting naked on the couch, one foot on the cushions and one on the floor. His cock and balls seemed to draw her as usual. She went to her son and dropped to her knees at his side, taking his cock in her hand and pulling. She leaned over and kissed the head of his cock, running the tip of her tongue along his piss hole. She pumped at his cock for a bit, looking up into his face, her eyes shining with brightness, fueled by the burning heat of her

cunt. She was almost afraid to ask him.

"Darling," she said in a soft voice, "is Sally coming here today?"

"I don't know, Mother," he said. "She didn't say anything to me."

Karen squeezed, his cock. "Does she still want you to fuck her in the ass?"

Brett nodded.

"I hope she don't come over," Karen said, running her tongue about his balls. "At least not for a little while."

"Why, Mother? I thought you liked it when she was with us." "I do, baby," Karen murmured, her face between his thighs, kissing his balls. "But there's something I'd like to try, and I want it to be only between you and I."

"Just say what it is," her son said, running his hand through her hair. "You know me by now-always ready to try something."

"You won't think I'm bad?" she asked.

"Bad? How bad?"

"You know, dirty?"

He leered down at her. "The dirtier the better, Mother. You know that."

She gazed up at him, taking his balls into her mouth for a moment. She sucked them, then let his balls loose.

"You know when you were pissing?" she

said. "Did you see what I done?"

He nodded. "Sure, you put your finger on my cock and then licked it."

She grinned, her eyes flashing wickedly. "I get it," Brett laughed. "You want me to piss on you, right?"

Karen nodded her head eagerly.

"Well, why didn't you say so, Mother?"

"You will?"

"You know that," Brett said. "Just ask me, that's all."

"Mmmmm, will you piss on me, baby?" Karen asked, her voice shaking with eagerness, "Will you piss on mother?"

"You'd like it?"

"I don't know," she said truthfully. "I just know I want to find out."

She took his cock into her mouth and sucked, fondling his precious balls, her eyes gazing in liquid heat into his face. She ran her tongue about his swollen cockhead, probing at his piss hole.

"You keep sucking and I won't be able to piss. I'll come off in your mouth instead."

Karen sucked from his cock. "Later!" she said. "You can come in my mouth all you want later. I want you to piss on me… come on!"

She pulled her son into the bathroom, where

she climbed into the tub.

"I don't want to get the floor all wet," she explained.

She sat in the tub, looking up at her son as he arched his prick over the edge. She held his balls, waiting for the piss to flow over her body. Then, before he started to piss, she suddenly turned until she was on her hands and knees. She shoved her head low and lifted her ass high.

"Piss on me there!" she urged, shaking her naked, uplifted ass. "Piss on my fucking ass, my asshole, my cunt!"

Brett looked at his mother's creamy, succulent ass cheeks as she waved her ass about. With her head on the bottom of the tub, Karen pulled at her ass cheeks with both hands, stretching her ass for him, making her asshole a good target. Her cunt pooched from her thighs.

Holding his cock, Brett arched over the tub and began to piss. Karen let out a screech as the warm piss flooded down upon her ass, then ran between the cheeks and over her asshole, dripping from her cunt. She moaned with the strangeness of it, her cunt threatening to erupt into an explosive orgasm immediately.

"Oooo, piss all over me, baby!" she groaned, waving her ass erotically for him.

Brett, watching his piss soak his mother's creamy ass, her asshole and the lips of her wet cunt, became as excited as she was. He aimed his cock so the stream went up the base of her spine, then brought it back to her asshole, making her mother gurgle with perverse pleasure. Even as he pissed, his cock started to become hard, and he drew a wet pattern up and down her back, from her shoulder blades to her asshole.

Then, quickly, Karen twisted in the tub until she was facing her son, his piss splashing upon her swelling tits and inflamed nipples. Before Brett knew what she was doing, and even without giving thought to it herself, Karen suddenly shoved her face into the stream, mewling as the warmth of his piss splashed upon her lips. Then, with a soft wail, Karen opened her lips and, while her son pissed into her mouth, she closed them about the head of his cock. She began to swallow hurriedly because he filled her mouth. Her eyes were closed as Brett pissed into her mouth this way, and her cunt suddenly exploded, making Karen shake violently in the tub. She held her son's hips, with just the head of his cock between her lips, her tongue licking about as she drank from his cock.

She clung to his cock with tight lips, reluctant to let him go even though he was no longer pissing. The taste of his piss inside her mouth sent explosions of the most intense ecstasy through her. She had no idea she could come with such strength and pleasure.

When Brett began to fuck her mouth, his cock swelling into beautiful hardness, Karen gobbled at his prick with her hungry mouth, moaning. He banged against her lips, fucking his cock into her throat. She had never enjoyed being fucked in her mouth so much before.

She wrapped her arms about his hips and clutched his ass cheeks as they bunched and flexed.

Karen's brain was reeling wildly with what she had done. Having him piss into her mouth this way had created such an intense lust that it was driving her out of her mind. His cock felt enormous between her lips, stretching them so much that the head of his prick was probing into her throat. His cock had never felt so big, so hard, so sweet her cunt continued to convulse like never before as she sat in the tub, her son fucking his cock back and forth into her mouth. Her tits, pressed against his thighs, tingled with the erotic pleasure flooding her being.

Moaning and whimpering, Karen sucked powerfully, her wet mouth filling with his

throbbing cock, her tongue racing along the underside, pressing so his prick scraped along the roof of her mouth. His cockhead banged against her throat, making muffled squeals bubble from her lips. She pulled one hand to his balls, grasping them tightly in a hot hand, rolling and pulling and twisting them. She was using every skill she possessed to bring his thick, delicious come juice from those precious balls and gushing into her greedy mouth.

Karen sucked at Brett's cock as if demented, as if starving for the fuck juices of his young balls. And she really was starving for his come juice. She had never wanted her son's sweet come juice squirting into her mouth so badly before. Being pissed upon, drinking his piss from his cock, Karen had felt intensely depraved, perverse, and she had loved the feeling. She wanted more of that hot, thrilling sensation of depravity. She wanted to be used and forced and degraded in every way imaginable. She wanted her son to rape her in every fuck hole she had, to fill her cunt and mouth and asshole with his precious cock and his delicious thick come juice-all at the same time.

But that was impossible. He had one cock, and that cock could only be in one fuck hole at a time.

Even so, hungrily sucking his beautiful

hard-on, it seemed to her as if she could feel his cock penetrating her cunt and asshole, too. Her imagination was strong, very strong, and. with her mind she could feel him fucking her in all three places. Her naked body, wet with his piss, shuddered in ecstatic convulsions as her cunt went through muscle-clenching orgasm after orgasm.

Brett had his hands on the back of her head, pulling her mouth tightly onto his throbbing cock. She looked up into his bright, glazed eyes. His hips pumped back and forth as he grunted, fucking his cock deep and hard and fast into her gobbling mouth. She dug her fingers into one cheek of his tight ass, jerking his crotch hard into her face as she twisted his balls with the other. His prick was deep inside her mouth, almost past her throat, when he began to discharge. The thick sweetness of his young come juice splashed along the back of her throat, and Karen wailed in a low muffled way as he began to come into her mouth. Her eyes closed as ecstasy flooded her, the taste of his come juice sending shivers of happiness through her.

Karen felt her son's body shaking as he came, heard his grunts of delight, felt his balls writhe in her hand as they emptied, spurting come juice into her mouth.

As the spurting of his come juice dribbled to a halt, Karen wiped her tongue up and down his piss hole, her eyes again open and looking up at his now-relaxed features. He still had his fingers wound into her hair, but was no longer pulling her face into his cock. She reined her grip on the cheek of his ass, sucking on his cock slowly and gently, with love more than mindless hunger now.

Brett slowly pulled his cock from her mouth, watching it slide out. "Mother, you suck my cock so fucking good," he gasped, his chest heaving up and down. "You must be starved for my cock to suck it that way."

She smiled up at him, caressing his thighs and hips with her hands. "When you pissed on me, something seemed to happen," she said. "I always enjoy sucking you, but… I don't know what it was, but feeling you piss on me, on my asshole and cunt, then in my mouth… well, darling, I couldn't help it. I had to suck you off!"

Brett laughed and turned on the shower head. Cold water streamed down on his mother. Karen yelped and jumped to her feet, dancing about in the tub as the cold water sprayed her naked flesh.

"Damn you, you little shit!" she screamed at him, but her laughter took away any anger

she may have felt. "That's cold!"

"Frozen cunt," he laughed. "That should cool your hot fucking ass, off for a while, Mother.

"Why do you want my ass cooled off?" she asked, the cold water now feeling good to her. "I thought you like it nice and hot."

He sat on the toilet and watched his mother shower.

"Brett," she asked when she turned the water off, "did that make you feel terrible?"

"What?" he asked.

"Pissing one me?"

"I liked it, Mother," he said, grinning. "Sort of strange, sure, but I liked pissing on you." Climbing out of the tub, she handed him a huge towel, and he began drying her slender body. "I wonder if Sally would go for something like that," she said, half whispering.

"You want her to piss on you, too?" Brett looked up from where he was drying her feet. He saw the bushy hair of his mother's cunt, the pink of those fiery pussy lips.

"I just wondered, that's all," she said, hoping she had not gone too far with her son.

In her room, while dressing, Karen couldn't get her mind off being pissed upon. Her

creamy smooth flesh seemed to still tingle with it, and her cunt was twitching, As if on the brink of orgasm, but not quite reaching the peak. After putting on a breezy summer dress, she brushed her hair and looked at herself in the mirror. There was nothing there to indicate her perverse desires. All she saw was a lovely woman, a young mother raising her only son.

There was nothing on her face or in her eyes that seemed to say, "You're fucking your son, bitch! You're eating his girlfriend's cunt and letting him piss all over you."

There was nothing but the face of a very pretty woman, still youthful, desirable. There wasn't even anything in her features that told of her inner heat, of her wild, almost impossible desire for her son's cock and his girlfriend's cunt.