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.