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.
CHAPTER TEN
Karen woke up the next morning with that steaming need between her slim legs.
As her eyes opened, she was immediately aware of the fiery bubbling of her cunt, and she ran her hand down to fondle her puffy pussy lips. She pinched her throbbing clit and moaned with pleasure. Arching her ass upwards, she tossed the sheet from her naked body and looked down the smooth length of her form. Almost as soon as her fingers
pinched her swollen clit, the thought came into her mind about being pissed upon, and a shudder rippled about her flesh. It was not a shudder of revulsion, but one of anticipation, of excitement and pleasure.
As she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, Karen felt a certain awareness that today would be her day, the day in which she would find absolute relief from the pacing, bellowing beast that was her cunt. Today, she felt, would bring an end to that tormenting thing. Today would be the day she was going to end forever the greed of the beast.
Somehow, she sensed that today she would find complete and total satisfaction in her erotic needs.
As was her daily habit, she bathed for a long time in a tub of scented water, bubbles bursting about her. She spent a long time soaking in water so hot it was almost scalding her flesh. But it felt so good. The bathroom was steaming with the moist heat, and she reclined back and let her mind go, wondering what would happen with her- to her-this day. It was going to be a wonderful day; she knew.
Back in the bedroom, she pulled on a pair of frilly, lacy, and quite fragile panties, the ones with tiny red hearts all over them. That completed her dressing for the day. She was not
going to wear anything else-just her panties. She found her son, had had his breakfast
already, with a pot of coffee freshly brewed for her. She smiled at her son as she poured a cup. Then she stood at his side while sipping it, pressing her hip against his shoulder. Her son wrapped his arms about her pantied hips and hugged her tightly. Karen turned toward him, looking down as his tongue dipped into her belly button, his hands holding the cheeks of her firm ass.
'Let me have coffee, at least,' she said in a whispery voice. 'You must have woke up horny, baby.'
'I'm always horny, Mother,' he said, lowering his head and dragging his tongue along the crotch of her panties.
'Honey,' she said, swaying her hips into his face, 'if you want to eat my panties, I'll take them off for you.'
'Mmmm, I only eat panties when they're filled with a hairy cunt and round ass, Mother..
'Of even if the cunt isn't so hairy, mmm?'
'You mean Sally's?'
'Are you eating any other little pussy I don't know about, Brett?'
'Nope, just yours and Sally's, Mother,' he responded and ran the flat surface of his
tongue as best he could along the crotch of her pretty panties. 'And that reminds me. I spoke to Sally this morning.'
'So early?'
'She called,' he said, caressing his cheek about the bulge of her cunt hair. 'Didn't the telephone wake you, Mother?'
She shook her head. 'Is she coming over?'
Brett nodded his head. Karen hugged her son's head to her lower stomach, grinding against him, smiling. Already her cunt was ready. So were her asshole and mouth and tits and every part of her. She knew exactly what she wanted to do today with her son and the pretty little girl. If Sally refused, well, there were always others out there someplace. It was simply a matter of finding them, and Karen had no doubts about finding them.
She twisted her stomach into her son's face as his tongue licked at the hot flesh above her elastic waistband. She shoved the panties down, exposing the thick cunt hair. She leaned her shoulders back and looked down as her son sucked at the hair with his lips. When he slid his hands inside her panties from behind, she pulled away.
'Let's wait, honey,' she said, her voice heavy with desire. 'Let's wait for Sally.'
'I don't know if I can,' Brett said, pointing
to his cock. His prick was standing up, the head swollen and seeping from the piss hole. 'I might come off just looking at you, Mother.
'Don't you dare.' She grinned. 'I'd rather have you come off in me. I don't want to have to lick your come juice off the floor.
'You'd do that?'
'For you, anything,' she said, leaning down and jerking his cock a bit. 'Don't you know that by now, honey?' She kissed her son, running the tip of her tongue along his lips, then stood upright. 'But we're still going to wait for Sally.'
She turned and wiggled her ass at him. Before she could move away, Brett grabbed his mother by her hips and shoved his face against her ass. Before Karen could pull away, laughing with delight, he had pulled her panties down and was sucking on one cheek other ass. She leaned over and wiggled her naked ass for him, and laughed with delight as his wet tongue dipped into the crack of her ass, swirling about her tight, hot asshole.
'Mmm, you want to eat my ass out, honey?' she asked, wiggling her ass into his face. 'Or just fuck it with your tongue?'
Her son gave a muffled reply, his tongue licking up and down the crack of her ass. He
swiped it along the tight ass pucker, and Karen squealed with pleasure, placing her hands on her knees and arching her creamy ass back into his face. She felt his tongue probing upon the tightness of her asshole, and she moaned with pleasure as his tongue slipped into her asshole.
'Oh, go ahead,' she said in mock resignation. 'If you must eat my asshole, then I suppose you must. Shove that hot little tongue as deep up mother's asshole as you can, darling! Tonguefuck the shit out of me! Oooo, that's the way, Brett! oh, you can stick your tongue almost as deep as your cock! Fuck it…ram that hot asshole…eat my hot fucking asshole baby!'
Karen leaned over farther yet, shoving her ass into her son's face, wiggling and grinding as his tongue penetrated with short, fiery thrusts. His hands dug into her hips, pulling her ass into his face. She could just see his cock between her thighs, but was unable to reach his cock.
Brett, with his face buried into the sweet heat of his mother's ass, ran his hands up to clutch at her tight tits,
