Jason
woke from a deep sleep to his mother Clara shaking his shoulder gently.
"Jason? Jason, honey? Sorry, but I've got to go."
"Mom!" Jason whined. "Again? I'm sleeping."
"Sorry, sweetie, your father will be back tomorrow."
Six-year-old
Jason sighed and dragged himself to upright position on his bed, then
trudged to the bathroom. His mother lumbered after. She was eight
months pregnant. Jason slouched in front while Clara mounted the two
steps and sat heavily on the reclining toilet. She lay back and spread
her legs as far as she could.
Jason leaned forward as his mother spread her labia wide. He stuck his
tongue right on her tiny pee hole.
"Ah, that's it sweetie, thanks so much!" said his mother. A second
after he removed his tongue she started to pee.
He turned and trudged back to bed, falling asleep in seconds.
"Jason," she said once more, shaking him gently. "I'm really sorry, but
it hurts. I've got to go again."
"No, mom, go away! Let me get back to sleep."
"Jason, I need your help!"
"No, mom, no..." Jason said.
"I know it's hard," she said, "but I really need this so I don't get
sick."
"I won't!" shouted Jason, very unhappy to find himself now fully awake.
"Jason!" shouted his mother. "This isn't funny. I need your tongue!"
"No!" he screamed.
His
mother hesitated at the strength of his reaction, then said, voice
shaking, "OK, honey, go back to sleep." He heard her crying as he
drifted off.
"I go away two nights, just two nights, and you can't even meet your
mother's needs for two nights!" said his father John.
Like any married couple, his father and mother licked each other if
they needed to pee at night.
"She was peeing all night long!" Jason said.
"Well, that's the way pregnant women are at the end."
"I was so sleepy. And she survived, right?"
"She
survived because she called Mr. Belson, two houses down, then walked
over there in the cold and got him to tongue her. Do you know how
mortifying that is for her? We already owe them so many favors. And to
wake him up in the middle of the night like that!"
"I'm just a kid, dad," Jason said uncertainly.
"You're
a big boy now," said his father. "You're big enough to help a girl or
woman whenever she needs you. That's part of what it means to be a big
boy. It's not always fun -- we all know that. Think how many times your
mother has licked you to let you pee. Even when she had the flu,
remember?"
Jason remembered. Her tongue on the tip of his penis
had been hot. It was creepy. He had brought in a jar to his mother's
bedside, and she had managed to roll over onto her side and lick the
tip of his little dick as he held it out. He felt the muscles relax and
of course quick moved his tip to the jar so all the pee went in there.
"Well,
she didn't have to get out of bed. The women have it so easy. Our dicks
stick out and all they have to do is reach out and touch it. We have to
go burying our heads between their legs."
"That's just the way life is, son. There are plenty of ways we have it
better too, you know."
"How?"
"All
we have to do is stand by the toilet or carry a little jar around. The
women have to lie way back like that, and then when they let go the pee
flows all over them and down into their butt crack. And do you know how
hard it is for your mother to get into and out of that toilet seat in
her condition?"
Jason hadn't thought of it quite that way before.
"I'd like you to apologize to your mother."
"I was just so tired, it was so hard to get out of bed. Why couldn't
she just hold it?"
"I told you, pregnant women get that way at the end."
Jason
apologized, and he tried to be extra nice to his mother to make up by
helping her more. Saving her from having to bend down was a big help.
She noticed and appreciated it.
His parents helped each other
pee at night, but he often helped his mother during the day. As the
only female in the house, she was the only one who could help him.
Everyone had to have contingency plans for members of the opposite sex
to help them pee. If you couldn't get help, your full bladder could
become very painful, and eventually you would contract a fatal disease.
Clara
gave birth to a set of twins, girls but not identical. Kelly was the
bigger one who cried louder. Katy was quieter and smaller, though not
premature by any means.
Clara was nursing Katy. "Jason, could you see if Kelly needs help
peeing?"
"OK, mom."
For
a month or so, all babies could just pee on their own, but you never
knew just when the transition would take place. If a baby was more than
a couple weeks old and cried with no other explanation, a parent would
always test to see if they had reached the point of needing help to pee.
Kelly
was fussing, lying on her back on the little baby blanket on the floor.
Jason unfastened her dry diaper. He spread her legs wide, pulled her
little girl lips apart and touched his tongue to her pee hole.
He licked gently for a second, as he had so many time before. He was
about to pull away when a flood covered his tongue.
"Yuck!" he said, spitting. He knew that might happen, but it still
grossed him out. Kelly's diaper caught most of the flow.
"She
did it! She did it!" cried Clara. "Oh, I can't wait to tell your
father!" Katy choked and gurgled as she nursed, upset by her mother's
outburst.
"She peed on me!" complained Jason. "It's gross!" He stomped off to the
bathroom and rinsed his mouth out.
He returned to find Kelly as he had left her, lower parts wet and lying
half on and half off a wet diaper.
"Should I change her?" he asked.
"That would be great."
Jason
was trying to be a good big brother. He didn't go anywhere near the
poopy diapers, but he changed a lot that were just wet. He carted the
tiny girl off to her bedroom and the changing table, then wiped her
where she was wet and put on the new diaper.
"Bring her over here," said his mother. "You're very helpful, Jason,
thank you!"
Jason
shrugged it off but was secretly happy to get the compliment. He was
still feeling a little guilty ever since he refused to help his mommy
pee when she was pregnant.
There was a lot more girl pee in his
future. When children were two or so, they learned to signal and hold
off their pee for a second or two so their partner could get their
mouth out of the way. But anyone helping out a baby was likely to get
peed on.
"Just think, Kelly might never have another wet diaper again."
Whenever
a man or boy went to help Kelly pee, they'd hold her over a little
trough or pot or something else to catch the pee. She would become
incapable of wetting her diaper on her own. Jason felt a little touch
of sadness to think his tiny sister was growing up.
Kelly's
twin Katy was a different story. Jason tried over and over licking
Katy's pee hole to see if he could get the fussy baby to cheer up. Once
she did pee after he licked her, but it was just a coincidence. She
kept wetting her diapers. As the weeks rolled by, he could tell his
mother was worried. She stopped having him lick her pee hole.
Unbeknownst to him, his father was still trying periodically, but they
didn't want Jason to think his sister was unusual. His mother casually
mentioned that it was just as well he didn't mention to anyone else
that she still wet her diapers at three months.
"It's
not a good idea. She doesn't know to slide her tongue over the little
slit in the end of your penis. She might or might not. Her reflex is
just to suck."
That was what his mother had said.
Jason
took off Kelly's diaper and slid her little pee tray under her. Leaning
down between her legs, he spread her little girl lips and touched her
pee hole quickly with his tongue and removed it. Nothing happened. He
tried again; still nothing. So he stuck the tip of his tongue on her
hole and left it there. Suddenly the pee surged forth before he could
get his tongue away. When Kelly's stream stopped, he deftly took the
bowl out from under her and set it aside. He first cleaned his own
tongue with the wipe, then dabbed her crotch with it and fastened up
her diaper. She didn't need a diaper to catch her pee any more, but she
still needed one for when she pooped.
He stuck her in her crib
and went to empty her pee into the toilet, then rinsed his own mouth.
When he returned, he looked at her lying there so innocently. He was
still curious if she could help him pee. It was rude among big kids or
grown-ups to have someone help you pee but then refuse to help them. He
figured he had the right -- sort of.
He lay her on the floor on
a blanket. He held his pee bottle and squatted over her. Then he pulled
out his dick and stuck it in her mouth. She sucked eagerly, and he was
surprised at her strength! The little rhythmic bursts were strange and
funny, and he had to stifled his laugh. Just then Kelly's tongue
brushed against his pee hole, and he felt his release. Out of sheer
habit he said, "OK." But Kelly didn't know to let go. She kept right on
sucking. It took Jason a moment to pop his dick free because she was
sucking so firmly, and before he could even get it fully out of her
mouth he let loose, peeing all over Kelly's mouth and face and shirt
before he got his dick pointed into the bottle to catch the rest.
The
pee-soaked girl started bawling. He tried to think quickly. Was there
any way he could keep his mother from finding out? Maybe he could wipe
her off and get her into some dry clothes to cover his tracks. When his
pee stopped, he set the bottle to the side, quick pulled his pants up,
and hastened to Kelly's dresser looking for a new change of clothing.
There was lots of it to rummage through, but he didn't know how to find
one of the few everyday outfits she would wear at her age. The girl
with pee all over her face kept crying.
"What's the matter?" called his mother from the other room.
"Nothing,
nothing!" he said hastily. Hearing his mother's footsteps, he shut the
drawer and frantically grabbed some wipes to at least clean off his
little sister's face, but he was too late.
Clara appeared in the
doorway. "How did her pee get on her face?" she asked and then stopped.
Kelly's potty was on the changing table and empty. The container over
by the wall with pee in it was Jason's jar.
Then she smiled. "Jason, I thought you were toilet trained!"
"I, I... She wouldn't let go!" he said miserably.
Clara tried to stifle her reaction but couldn't help laughing out loud.
"I guess she showed you!" she said.
"I'll clean it up!" said Jason, trying to make the best of the
situation.
"I
think that's a great idea," said his mother. "Let me clean up your
sister, while you rinse that blanket, put it in the hamper and wipe the
floor."
She first cleaned the worst of the pee off Kelly's face,
then picked her up and headed off to the bathroom, holding the girl
with pee-soaked shirt out from her body a little.
"Did your bad
big brother just pee all over you?" she said in her motherly baby talk.
"Naughty big brother!" But after a brief pause, she said, loud enough
for her son to hear, "I guess you're peeing on his tongue all the time.
You helped your first boy pee, and such a little girl!" she said
sweetly as she rinsed out Kelly's mouth and cleaned her up.
Jason
was seven when Lisa started following him around. Lisa was six. She was
nice enough, he guessed. A couple of times she asked him if he'd help
her pee, and he was OK with it. She helped him too, of course.
But
he got tired of her following him around so much, and he told her to
leave him alone. She cried a little when he said that, but she did stop
following him around. When he knew he could get her to bug off just by
asking, he didn't mind her hanging out with him now and then. She
looked up to him as the big kid and he could boss her around.
"Jason?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you like me OK?"
"Sure, Lisa, I guess."
"Would you be my morning and bedtime pee buddy?"
"What?"
"You
know, when you get grown up enough you don't have your daddy do it any
more? I mean, that's me. For you your mommy? My mommy thinks I ought to
find one."
Jason had heard of the idea. Some of his pals had
done that. He didn't mind having his mom help him out, but he guessed
he'd be more grown up if he had a pee buddy his own age. What would his
pals think of her? Lisa was a little younger, but she wasn't fat or
ugly or anything. She also lived just around the block.
"We just do it for each other before bed and in the morning?"
"Yeah! Instead of our daddy and mommy."
"But you don't hang out with me all the time or anything?"
"No, no! I'll still do things with the girls and you can do things with
your boy friends."
His
mother and father thought it was a great idea. Clara checked with
Lisa's mother and found she was very enthusiastic about this pee buddy
match-up. Clara was surprised at just how enthusiastic.
They began with him walking over to Lisa's every night and having her
come to his house every morning.
There
were problems, though. Lisa went to bed before he did, so he had to
stop what he was doing and go help her pee before she could go to
sleep. She'd do him at the same time, but then of course she wasn't
there to help him when he went to sleep. It was nice to go to sleep
with a totally empty bladder. On the other end, he got annoyed when she
woke him up in the morning. He threatened to call the whole thing off
if she kept waking him up. Then a couple times he woke to find a sad
little girl sitting cross-legged outside his door, holding her hands
down between her legs and rocking back and forth.
"Hey Jason," said his father.
"Yeah?"
"You know how you and Lisa aren't on the same schedule, and it's tough?"
"Yeah."
"How'd you like to have sleepovers?"
"Sleepovers?"
"You know, she sleeps here one night, you sleep there the next. That
way you can be on the same schedule."
He
didn't like the idea of sleeping over at Lisa's house so much. He still
wanted to be with his own family. Besides, she was an only child, and
her house wasn't set up to be friendly for kids, somehow. What with him
and Kelly and Katy, his house was all about kids.
The first time
he slept over there, he had his own room with a nice big bed and clean
sheets, and Lisa had hers. She stayed up until he got there at night.
They helped each other pee, then they each went to their own rooms to
sleep. But it was too quiet, too neat and clean, and creepy.
But Lisa was thrilled to sleep over at Jason's all the time, and none
of the four parents minded either.
There
were only two rooms for kids -- one for the twins and one for Jason. At
first Lisa slept on an air mattress on the floor in the girls' room. It
was pretty crowded, though, and his mother asked if he'd try letting
Lisa sleep on the floor in his room. He grudgingly agreed, but found
she was in the way. She and her things and her bedding. When he first
complained to his mother, Lisa started doing his chores for him, like
cleaning up his clothes and making his bed. That got his attention, and
he found she wasn't so much in the way after all, once he got used to
it.
She adapted herself to his sleep schedule rather than the other way
around.
His
mother asked, "Jason, that air mattress is cluttering up your floor.
Why don't you let Lisa sleep in your bed with you. It's plenty big." It
was a double bed.
He shrugged and figured he'd give it a try.
The first night when he turned over in his sleep his outflung arm
landed on flesh, not sheet.
"Lisa!" he groaned.
"Oh, sorry!" she said, and scooted away to the very edge of the bed.
"Whatever," he mumbled and went back to sleep.
Pretty
soon she didn't perch on the edge of the bed any more, though she still
stayed on her own side. If he flung out his arm and it landed on Lisa
instead of the sheets, he didn't think much of it.
Lisa started
coming over earlier in the evening instead of just at bedtime. Then she
brought her school things with her when she came over at night, so she
could go straight to school from Jason's instead of going back to her
own house for breakfast.
Lisa was a big help with the twins, who
adored her. She was polite and helpful, and Jason's parents thought she
was a good influence on their son too.
Soon she was essentially
living there. Clara and John scratched their heads when her parents
didn't object. They didn't seem to mind that by a succession of small
steps, their daughter had essentially moved out.
Clara and John
struggled financially, while Lisa's parents were well off. Her parents
knew it too, though it was never mentioned. As a token of their
appreciation, Lisa's mother gave Clara a gift certificate to the local
high-end clothing store, saying it was for Lisa and Clara's kids too.
It was more than the entire family clothing budget for a year. They
bought the family a new SUV when the old van started giving out. And
they somehow had a spare two weeks at the vacation home by the beach
they rented each summer. They explained that the owner only rented by
the month, and they themselves could only use two weeks.
It
was bedtime. Lisa knelt as usual, but Jason noticed that just before
she moved her head in to his penis, she gave him a shy smile. Instead
of just touching the slit where Jason's pee came out, Lisa's tongue
swirled around the outside of his penis tip.
"What are you doing, Lisa?" asked Jason with a chuckle.
"Do you mind?"
"No,
I guess not," he said as she went back to her swirling. He was about to
put an end to this silliness when he realized it felt kind of good. His
penis was also getting stiff. It got that way sometimes all by itself,
but he'd never had that happen when he was trying to pee.
"OK, enough of that," he said after maybe half a minute, his penis now
fully hard and stiff.
Lisa just sat up instead of touching his pee hole with her tongue.
"Why don't you let me pee?" he asked.
"Oh, it won't work," she said.
"What makes you think that?"
Lisa
shrugged and knelt on the floor. She tongued his little pee slit on his
erect little penis and kept it there, looking up at him. His pee didn't
let go.
She kept her tongue against his hard tip. His penis
slowly deflated, and she lowered her tongue and head at the same rate.
It was kind of a funny sight.
When it was mostly soft he felt the pee coming, so he signaled Lisa and
peed into the toilet.
"Why did you do that with my dick?" Jason asked as they lay in bed that
night.
Lisa didn't speak for a few seconds. "You promise not to tell?"
"Yeah, promise."
"My daddy taught me to do that after I'd already helped him pee because
he liked it. He liked me to keep going a lot longer."
"Oh."
"And then he breathed funny and groaned and did this special kind of
pee then."
"Weird," said Jason.
That was the end of the conversation, and they fell asleep.
As they were in the bathroom for their morning pees, she asked, "You
know what else my daddy did?"
Jason shook his head.
"You have to promise not to tell!"
"OK, I promise." he said.
"First help me pee," she said.
When she was done he stood there in front of the toilet.
After she wiped herself, she said, "Do it again."
Jason shrugged and lowered his head between Lisa's legs.
"Now take bigger licks -- a little higher up." Lisa gave a satisfied
sigh.
Jason raised his head after a couple seconds, wondering what was next.
"Can you do it some more?" she asked. "It feels good."
Jason shrugged and went back to licking right above Lisa's pee hole for
another half a minute, then got up.
"It
feels good when you do that. I -- I didn't really like it when my dad
did it, but I kind of miss it too." She lowered her eyes, then looked
up briefly after a pause and said, "I like it when you do it."
"OK," Jason said, shrugging.
The next day she asked if he'd do it again, and while he did, it kind
of bothered him.
He
had promised to keep Lisa's secrets, but he was also seven years old.
He told his parents what Lisa had told him and showed him. They nodded
thoughtfully.
That gave his parents a pretty good hunch as to
why Lisa was so happy to be away from her own home. It also perhaps
explained why Lisa's mother was pushing her daughter to find a pee
buddy.
As for her father, they weren't sure what to think. He
didn't ever object to Lisa's absence. They figured maybe he didn't want
to do that stuff with her, but it was just too much temptation having
his daughter's mouth on his penis several times a day. His tongue
between her legs was just as tempting, apparently.
They decided
not to say anything about it and leave the situation as it was. They
told Jason to go back to being plain old pee buddies, with none of that
extra stuff. He was relieved, and Lisa accepted it without complaint.