Kindly written by Tom
(a disgracefully talented writer)
Luckily for Jean, her neighbour Katie lingered admiring the posies on the sidewalk before knocking on the back door. This allowed her a few minutes to compose herself from the self-induced orgasm she experienced as she leaned against that same door and watched her son skip away to school. Jean washed the sticky pussy juice from her hand, then splashed cold water on her face. Wrapping her terry cloth robe around her otherwise naked body, Jean stumbled to answer Katie's knock, her knees still a little weak..
Resigned to the fact that Katie would not be rebuffed by any excuse that Jean might offer to prevent Katie from coming in to her kitchen, Jean murmured a hello and opened the door. As usual, Katie brushed by her and headed straight for an empty chair at the kitchen table.
Turning towards her neighbour, Jean saw Katie's jaw drop even before she could start in on the inevitable stream of gossip that usually flows from her mouth.
"Honey, you look terrible. Are you feeling ok?"
"What do you mean?" Jean replied defensively.
"You look like you haven't slept in days".
Katie was right. Jean had stayed up every night since Friday, catching only the occasional nap. She had lain next to her son, Tommy, caressing and exploring his body, even as he slept. She had memorized the indications that he was ready to pee, and she watched for these to prevent him from wetting the bed. Tommy would stir, then turn onto his back. He would emit a nearly inaudible sigh. Jean would patiently wait for these signs and when they occurred, she would quickly pull back his covers and lower her head to his retracting penis. The anticipation would cause wetness between Jeans legs, which only increased when she spared a hand to rub her pussy. When the pee shot from her son's small penis, Jean would make a grateful sound and close her mouth on his cock, not allowing a drop to escape her mouth. Jean would swallow every drop of her baby's salty liquid waste, then lick him clean before covering him back up. Drinking Tommy's urine had quickly become such an addiction that Jean would not sleep in fear of missing a drop. Jean knew she also must look a wreck. Other than rinsing off when she joined Tommy in the shower, she hadn't bathed all weekend. The shower episodes were mainly to scrub her boy. She discovered that she enjoyed mixing bathing him with a close inspection of his body, making sure every nook and cranny was clean. Her favourite thing was to cover her pinky finger with a soapy washcloth, then gently ream her baby boy's tight little anus. She lingered there more than was necessary, but Tommy's coos of delight confirmed his enjoyment of this ritual. But Jean avoided scrubbing herself. She had developed a perverse liking of the faint smell of Tommy's urine on her body. Several times she caught herself licking a finger, or her arm, enjoying the faint salty taste that lingered there.
Kate smelled it, too. She wrinkled her nose and said "Hmmm... I smell pee".
Flustered, Jean stammered "Oh, it's...it's nothing. Tommy wet his bed. You must smell his sheets in the laundry room".
"Bed wetter, huh? My Otis did that. Just stopped last year. What a hassle!"
"I don't mind, really. Tommy's such a sensitive boy, I just try to keep his bed as dry as possible".
Jean calmed a bit. She felt Katie had bought her excuse. Instead of feeling ashamed at this deception, her nipples became hard at the thought of the depraved acts she was covering up. Just knowing that this nosy neighbour thought she was such a prude, when in fact Jean was performing possibly the most perverted acts imaginable, excited Jean. She loved her newfound personality...nasty, son fucking, pee drinking, shit hole licking slut. But only for her baby...her Tommy. Jean began thinking of ways to get rid of Katie. She was dying to go lie in Tommy's bed and masturbate as she rolled in the wet sheets that were still there. What Katie smelled was Jean, and now that her attention was draw there, Jean realized how strong the remains of Tommy's pee that he had discharged on her breasts just before breakfast smelled even now. She quietly slid her chair away from Katie, not willing to go wash it off, only wanting to keep the scent from her. What Katie said next pricked her ears.
"When Otis was a baby he peed on my face several times as I changed his diaper. Little devil would catch me not paying attention and let loose. Just lay there giggling as he sprayed me. I loved watching him laugh like that so much I just let him go. I even got kinda used to it, even taking off my blouse and bra to keep them from getting soaked."
Jean feigned shock. "Katie...that's disgusting!".
"Not at all. It was just pee, and he was soooo cute, giggling like that. Besides, it was so warm. It really felt nice. I kinda miss it. I must confess...I've allowed more than one lover pee on me. It's a real turn on, if you know what I mean". She punctuated that last remark with a knowing wink.
"I certainly do not!" Jean replied. She was not comfortable talking to Katie like this. Her neighbour often bragged about her sexual exploits and Jean thought she was no more than a cheap tramp. Now, realizing that they shared a similar taste, Jean felt no better than Katie...the depraved feelings that excited her earlier now made her feel sick. She wanted her to leave.
"Katie, I have chores to do. I won't get them done yapping with you."
Katie arose with a smirk, saying, "I bet I touched a nerve, huh? Been thinking similar thoughts, Miss Priss?"
Jean grew furious. "Just because you sleep with anything with two legs, doesn't give you the right to come here with your dirty thoughts Katie. Please leave now."
"Ok, ok...I'll go. Don't get into such a huff!".
After Katie left, Jean burst into tears. She was no better than her. In fact, she was worse. A wanton, incestuous slut who was infatuated with her son. And the feeling of longing she felt for him now was stronger than before her neighbour's visit. She needed the comfort of his body next to hers, needed the reassurance she felt when he responded to her attentions with moans of pleasure. She needed to feel what she felt the night before, that even though what they had shared was forbidden by society, it was a natural action of special bonding between mother and son. Jean immersed herself in her housework, trying to drive the sick feeling from her mind.
After a few hours, Jean felt better. The house was squeaky clean, all the laundry was done and she had just finished towelling herself off after a luxurious bath. She had even been thinking of what Katie had told her. While bathing, Jean fell into a half-sleep. A vision, close to a dream, filled her mind. Her husband, Martin, and she had finished making love. The type of love making that always occurs after he's returned from sea.... wild, animal sex. Completely the opposite of her prim personality. Except this time, in her vision, Martin stood over her and pissed all over her body. When Jean awoke, she found herself masturbating furiously, cumming at the thought of her conservative husband violating her that way. Jean felt like a Pandora's box of perverse passion had been opened in her mind. Thoughts that would have never been there now filled it. Sated, yet a little troubled by the fading memory of her half-dream, Jean finished drying herself and decided to take a nap. Looking at the clock, she saw that she had a little less than an hour before Tommy returned from school. She smiled a little, amazed at her transformation. She looked forward to him coming home just as she longed for Martin's return from sea.
Tommy came home to a quiet house. He grabbed a Coke from the fridge and drained it. Even in his youthful state, Tommy instinctively felt the urge to drink fluids because they contributed to the pleasures he and his mother now shared. He had experienced a good day at school. Somehow he felt more confident, even standing up to one of the many bullies who picked on him. Even Ms. Emily, his teacher, didn't seem quite so intimidating. He even earned her praise for the paper he wrote the night before, written as his mother distracted him with her sweet caresses. Tommy looked around the house, wondering where his Mum could be. She was usually waiting for him after school with a snack and hug. He went down the hall and peeked into his bedroom. Not there. He continued to his parent's room and there she was, sleeping. Her nude body was partially covered by sheet. It covered one breast but the other was fully exposed to Tommy. He quickly felt his small penis grow hard in his school shorts. Oh, how he had tried hard to suppress thoughts of their weekend as the school day wore on. Now those thoughts overwhelmed him as he sought his hardness with his hand. Rubbing his member through his shorts, Tommy fell into the trance like state that he had resided in nearly all weekend. Once again, youthful lust consumed him. He moved closer to his sleeping mother and quietly pulled back the sheet, revealing her beautiful, voluptuous body. Her ample bosom rose and fell as she breathed the deep breath of sleep. Her lips were slightly parted, seemingly inviting him to kiss. He obliged, slowly leaning over his mother and pressing his cool lips to her full ones. Using the technique she taught him, Tommy licked them with the tip of his tongue. Jeans lips parted ever so slightly and Tommy pushed his tongue in further. Jean moaned softly and her eyes opened.
"Hi baby", she whispered. She reached up and placed her hand on the back of her son's head. Drawing him closer, she captured the tip of his small tongue and gently sucked it into her mouth. Tommy responded by placing a hand on his mother's breast. As she sucked his tongue harder, he squeezed harder. Jean moved her hand from his head and searched for his crotch. Finding the hardness she knew was there, Jean began rubbing up and down the short length of her baby's prick. With a deft move, she unbuttoned his shorts and unzipped his fly. His cock sprang from its confinement.. Jean grabbed it, closing her fist and began jerking her son off. Releasing his tongue, she instructed him to sit upon her chest. Jean pressed her breasts together and told Tommy to slide his cock in between them. He complied, awkwardly at first. Lovingly, Jean showed her boy how to keep his penis between her soft flesh and soon he got into a smooth rhythm, sliding his cock in a fucking motion that belied his years. As usual, it wasn't long before Tommy's body shuddered and he came, spurting the clear seminal fluid his mother had come to love. Due to the position he was in, his cum flew straight into his mother's open mouth. Grabbing his buttocks, Jean pulled him closer, so she could reach the head of his cock with her mouth. She milked the last drops of his semen, then licked around the head, her tongue searching any residual drops.
"Umm baby. You taste so good.", Jean whimpered. Her eyes widened in anticipation as she saw his penis begin the tell tale signs of urination. The Coke he drank, coupled with the Gator Ade he drank on the way home, had found its way to his bladder. His little penis contracted.
Quick honey. Stand over Mummy. Stand up and pee on Mummy, please!" Jean begged. Tommy obeyed, standing up and spreading his legs so he could straddle his mother's beckoning body. Grabbing his penis, Tommy sighed as a strong stream of hot piss sprayed from its tip. Jean moaned in delight as the piss hit her face. Opening her mouth, she gulped down the first mouthful. She writhed as he directed the stream over her tits. Jean spread his pee over her body with her hands, then reached for her yearning pussy. She tore at her cunt, shoving two, three, then four fingers into its wet folds. As her mouth gaped open in pleasure, Tommy loosed yet another stream into her throat. Jean gagged as she tried to swallow it all. Soon her hair was drenched, but she hardly noticed as the first wave of orgasm washed over her body. Spent, Tommy gazed down with love at his mother's body as she contorted like the bitch in heat that she was. He was so proud to be able to please his mother this way. Tommy fell on his mother and she hugged him close. He licked his pee from her face, enjoying the taste as much as she. Passion built in Jean once again. She grabbed her son's wrist and directed his hand to her dripping cunt. He began rubbing the little button of flesh she had shown him. Jean wanted more. She closed her fingers over his, forcing them into a small fist.
"Put your hand in me sweetheart. That's right, push harder. Force it in....aaaagggghhhh". Jean grunted as her baby's fist entered her, filling her tight cunt. Stretching even more than her husband's cock. Tommy caught on quick, twisting and turning his fist. Soon he was buried in his mother to his wrist. Jean grabbed his forearm and guided him into a pistoning motion, showing him how to fuck her pussy. Her free hand found his firm bottom, which cheeks she spread in search of his tight anus hole. Her finger, still slick with her pussy juice, found it and quickly plunged in, not gently like the night before, but rough and deep. Tommy cried out, but did not pull away; such was his trust in his mother. Jean felt his hole relax and she began to emulate the fucking rhythm of his fist inside her. They continued like that for several minutes, mother and son violating one another. Jeans natural juices allowed Tommy to fist fuck her deep and fast. Jean quit counting the orgasms because they melted into one long, continuous cum. Her boy's ass was completely pliable by now, and easily accommodated an additional finger. She continued finger fucking his ass even as he finally withdrew his hand from her cunt. She pulled her boy over her face, with him facing the foot of the bed and his knees spread to each side of her upper arms. Withdrawing her fingers, she noticed a small brown stain of his feces. She licked it off, finding the taste more appealing now. She then plunged her tongue into his relaxed hole, reaming and cleaning more of the waste she had withdrawn from his rectum.. Tommy ground his ass on his mother's face. Her tongue licked under him and found his tight ball sac, which she began sucking. Tommy's erection returned as his mother's mouth moved from his balls, back to his ass and licking everything in between. He moved back so she could take his cock into her mouth. With a motion that comes natural to all males, Tommy began fucking Jean's wet mouth. The position he was in allowed him to push his entire member, as well as his balls, into her waiting throat. Jean sucked him in with abandon, wanting as much of her boy in her as possible. His fucking motion quickened and she knew he was about to cum. But this time there was no stopping, no shuddering as before. Tommy came as he thrusted in her mouth, and the semen was slightly thicker this time. Jean struggled to make sure all his sperm went down her throat. She noisily milked him dry, then licked his balls and asshole clean. Spent, Tommy collapsed on his mother, not unlike an adult lover would. Jean, so contented and devoid of any feelings of guilt, fell asleep.
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