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The following fictional story is being reposted by Mr Double.  If you are the author of this story and would like to receive proper recognition (an Author's Page at my website), contact me at mrdouble@ix.netcom.com.




Golden Mom
                         CHAPTER ONE


  Peggy looked around carefully. She had to piss, piss badly, and the house 
was too far away. She was one of those women who, when they had to piss, 
had to piss immediately. When she had to hold it in, she became acutely 
uncomfortable, and much to her embarrassment, had pissed into her pants 
at certain times. She was in the vegetable garden, and it would have been 
easy to piss if she had been wearing a dress. But she was wearing jeans, 
tight jeans. Johnny was in the house, but he could be looking out of a 
window at her. She knew he did that often, peeking at her when he felt he 
could get away with it. She had not minded his looking, he was young, 
curious. She would rather have him peek at her than sneak around trying
to peek at other women or little girls, maybe getting himself in trouble.
  She had  always  been  careful  not  to  wear anything that might excite
his young emotions, always careful how she sat or walked about the house. 
She never wore her nightgown in front of him. Her nightgowns weren't 
designed for the eyes of a young boy.
  She examined the house carefully, trying to see if Johnny was in a window. 
She couldn't see clearly because of the sun. She felt as if she was going to
piss in her jeans any time. She felt a bit of piss dribble into her pants.
   "Oh, shit!  " she moaned, knowing she was going to piss whether Johnny 
was watching or not.
  She stood, a slight blush on her lovely face and opened her jeans. She 
quickly pulled the zipper, and shoving her jeans and panties down, squatted.                                          
  From  his  bedroom  window,  Johnny was indeed peeking.
  He caught a brieF fash of the thick hair on his mother's cunt, and then her 
body was down. But to his delight, his mother wasn't hidden. He could see 
right down a neat row of vegetables.
He watched his mother part her thighs, holding her jeans and panties out of 
the way. He could see the hair of her cunt, but was too far away to see her
pussy clearly. He did see, however, the golden piss as it streamed out. The
sun glinted and made her piss sparkle. His cock strained at his summer 
shorts, and he pulled the leg of them away. His young cock thrust forward,  his  cockhead  achingly  swollen.  He
gripped his cock hard, his eyes straining to watch his mother piss.
  Relief moved over Peggy's face as she pissed.
At the moment, she didn't care who could see her. It felt so good to piss. 
She sighed, leaning over her knees, watching her hot piss out of her cunt 
and pool on the ground. There was something, a tiny something, that excited
her. She couldn't see her cunt, but only the thick curls of it. She could 
see the stream arcing out of her pussy, and felt an odd tingle move along 
her naked ass flesh.
  She looked down, puzzled. She didn't know why it suddenly excited her. She
had never felt excited about taking a piss before, only relief. She could 
feel something like an impending orgasm in her cunt. The sensation seemed to
be increasing, and she was pissing hard and strong.
  She leaned as far over as she could, and still keep her balance, trying 
desperately to see her cunt, wondering what was happening to her.
   "Ooooh!  "  she  cried out softly as a mild orgasm suddenly caused her 
cunt to contract. The stream of hot piss stoped, and as the convulsions of 
orgasm whipped through her pussy, it came out in short, quick spurts, making
a hissing sound that seemed erotic, thrilling. "Ohhh, my God!"
  Johnny had lifted the window, and in his excitement, leaned out in an 
effort to see his mother's cunt. He was gripping his cock as hard as he 
could, his eyes straining. He still couldn't see his mother's pussy, but the
sun made her spurting piss glint like gold. With a grunt, he spurted cum 
juice across the wall beneath the window.           
  Then Peggy saw her son.
  A flush crept over her face, knowing he could see her cunt. But she 
couldn't stand. She was still pissing now that her orgasm was over. She 
stared right at him, unable to do anything. She just squatted and pissed, 
watching her son as he leaned out of the window and looked at her.
  After what seemed like hours, Peggy finished. But her son was still 
leaning out and boldly looking at her. She couldn't stand up because he 
would see her pants were down, see her cunt before she could pull them up. 
Yet he could see her cunt if she kept squatting, too.
  With a tremor, she stood. She gripped her jeans, but they slipped from her
hands. With an embarrassed cry, she grabb, but it was too late. She knew her
son had seen her, naked between her waist and knees. Finally grabbing her
pants in a grip, she jerked them upward, her panties twisting and balling 
inside the crotch of her jeans.
  Johnny had seen. He saw the fan-shape of his mother's cunt hair and his 
cock had swollen into a powerful hardness once more.
  Peggy, getting her jeans fastened, turned her back to her son in shyness,
pulling at the zipper. Her panties weren't on right, and they were 
uncomfortable, but she wasn't going to slide her jeans down and adjust them
with her son watching.
  Johnny stared at the shape of his mother's ass. Her jeans were very tight,
and it was almost as if she had nothing on. Her asscheeks were compact, 
round and firm, swelling in a tantalizing manner.
  He began to rub his fist back and forth on his cock.
  Peggy, still feeling embarrassed, finished quickly with her gardening, and
leaving tLie tools there, moved nervously toward the garage. She was sure 
she could feel her son's eyes following her, but she was afraid to look.
  In fact, Johnny was not watching his mother now. He was sitting on the 
edge of his bed, legs spread open, pumping his fist franticly up and down 
his cock. He had pulled the crotch of his shorts to one side, letting his 
young balls dangle out. They swung as he jacked off, his fist jerking 
furiously. Mouth was gaping and he was gasping, his eyes watching the 
swollen head of his cock.
  Peggy washed up in the garage, still feeling slightly embarrassed about 
pissing in the garden with Johnny seeing. There was a shaking in her legs, 
and she couldn't understand the unusual heat between her thighs. Her panties
seemed balled up in the crotch of her jeans, pressing almost into her pussy.
She could feel her clit, swollen hard, pressing at the rough seam of her
jeans.  She noticed  her hands  shook as she washed them.
  The shirt she wore was tied beneath her tits, and now was loose, but she 
wasn't paying any attention to it. She was seeing the expression on her 
son's face as he watched her taking a piss.
She had not seen disgust there; she had seen blatant lust, excitement, 
desire.
  Suddenly she stood upright.
  She had come once before when she pissed.
It had happened when she was still married. It happened on the side of a 
road when she and her husband were traveling, and he had seen her piss. 
She had come then, but forgotten about it.  Slumping against the wall, she 
wondered what was happening to her. Her cunt was throbbing, her hairy cunt-
lips painfully swollen, and her clit felt as if it was going to explode. The
sensations were unbelievoble. The feelings were fantastic, better than any 
feelings she ever experienced. The shirt beneath her tits came loose, and it
hung open, her bra showing. She started to put her hand on her cunt, and 
drew it away quickly, afraid she would come if she touched it, no matter how
lightly.
  But she came anyway.
  Peggy came as in her mind she saw her son leaning out the window and 
watching her piss.
The very mental image of him watching her piss caused her to come!
  Gathering strength, she left the garage and walked into the house. She was
going to confront her son. She could not let him keep peeking at her. It 
wasn't good for him, and it wasn't good for her. She had to stop it now.
  She opened her son's closed door and stepped in.
  Then froze.
  Johnny was sitting on the edge of his bed, jacking off frantically, his 
eyes blazing and unseeing, still staring at the head of his swollen cock. 
Determination left Peggy as she stared.
  She saw his fist going up and down on his throbbing hard-on, his young 
balls swinging back and forth, his legs very wide. The feeling of orgasm 
seemed to boil between her thighs again, stronger than ever.  She clutched 
her hands into tight fists anable to take her eyes off his cock and balls. 
Her tits felt painful in the confines of her bra. She was not yet aware that
her shirt was open. She gazed mesmerized at her son's cock, at  his swollen
cockhead, watching his piss hole flare, seeing the wetness there.
  Peggy was unaware she was moving, walking closer.  Her eyes never left his
cock.  She wasn't aware that she stood before her son, or that he had 
finally lifted his eyes to her. She wasn't aware that he was gazing at her 
bra, seeing the creamy fuUness of her tits about to burst from the cups. 
The only thing she was aware of was his cock, the head so smooth and swollen.
 Johimy made a swallowing sound as he stared at his mother's bra. His cock 
seemed to bulge from his fist. He wasn't pumping now, but squeezing at his 
cock as hard as he could.
    Peggy's legs shook, and she slowly dropped to her knees, her eyes 
staring hungrily at her son's prick and dangling balls. She placed her hands
on his thighs, feeling the heat of his flesh on her palms. She made a soft 
sobbing sound and stroked her hands up Johnny's thighs slowly. Johnny 
removed his fist from his cock, watching his mother with hot eyes. His cock
stuck straight up from his crotch.
  Peggy stopped the movements of her hands when she reached her son's crotch. 
The tips of her fingers were very, very close to his balls and cock, and  
she could  feel the intense heat radiating from them. She gazed at his 
swollen cockhead, his wet piss hole, his hairless but full-looking balls. 
She was breathing in short gasps, her lips parted, nostrils flaring. The 
lips of her cunt felt ready to rip the seams of her jeans, her ciit 
excitingly smashed there. She felt a shiver flow through her body, a shiver
that caused her full tits to quiver.
  "Oh, God!" she moaned in a soft, thick sound.   " Oh, my God!  "
  Her right fist darted about ha son's cock, her left cupping his steaming 
balls. The feel of them almost made her come. She clung to his hanging balls
and began to jack on his cock, her fist very tight. Johnny moaned and leaned
back, watching his mother's fist pounding his cock, his eyes darting from 
her hand to her cupped tits. He lifted his hips, arcing his cock upward,
moaning with pleasure.
  Peggy's eyes gleamed with heat, showing her excitement. She pumped up and
down, twisting at his tender balls. She made soft sounds, hissing and 
cooing and sobbing. Her ass swayed as the exquisite heat grew between her 
legs. Her bunched panties felt as if they were sliding into her cunt, her 
clit aching against the seam of her jeans.              '
   "Oh, yes!"  she whisped.   "Yes, yes!"
  Johnny didn't know what his mother meant, nor did he care. He was twisting
his hips about, lifting his ass, fucking into his mother's fist, up and down, 
ready to explode and seed gushes of hot come juice out of his young balls 
again.
   "Please!  " Peggy whispered mindlessly, her fist pounding fast and 
vigorously on her son's cock. "Please...oh,  please!"
  Johnny made a gulping sound. Thick come juice boiled from his prick.
  Peggy's eyes filled with tears as she gasped excitedly, watching the 
white, creamy come juice spew from his piss-hole. It flew high, then 
splashed back down over her gripping fist. The feel of it seemed to raise 
blisters on her flesh. She held his balls tightly, feeling them writhe as 
they emptied. Each throb of his spurting cock sent a rippling tingle down 
to her cunt. She kept making hissing sounds as she jacked him off, staring 
hypnotically at the gush of his young come juice splashing about her hand 
and wrist, his upper thighs and on his shorts.
  She clung to his cock and watched if deflate, grow soft in her hand. When 
it was small, she released it. Wiping her hand on her hip, she then saw the
glistenung  come  juice  on  the  wall beneath his window. She gazed at it,
then lifted her eyes to her son's face for the first time since she entered
his room.
  Johnny's face showcd nothing but delight. He was grinning down at her.
  Peggy returned his grin, nervously.
   " Is it better?  "  she whispered.
   "That's much better,  Mom,  "  he  said,  his voice shaky.
  Peggy didn't understand why she was talking this way with her son, she 
only knew she felt a compulsion to do it. She had to come. Her cunt was 
tortured. She was aware that her shirt was open now, and didn't care.
  Drawing her knees up, she squatted in front of her son, her eyes moving 
from the mess just below the window to his still-exposed cock and balls. 
The come juice glistened on his thighs and shorts, and she parted her knees.
 Sliding a hand down one thigh, she cupped her cunt and pressed, moaning 
softly as the tingle increased. Her left hand lifted, and she cupped one of 
her bra-covered tits, then began to rub at her cunt. She could feel the heat
of her cunt burning through her jeans and bunched-up panties.
  Peggy felt lewd, very lewd.
  Spreading her knees wide, rubbing at her cunt through her jeans and 
squeezing her tits, she stared at her son's revealed cock and balls, the
come juce on his flesh. She wiggled her ass, and began to moan as pleasure 
swirled about her pussy.  Her eyes glazed, her lips parted.  She could 
barely see her son's cock now. Her eyes were open, but hazed with passion.
   " Ohhh,  God!  "  she  whispered.   " Ohhh, Johnny!  "
  The  orgasm  exploded,  her  body  shaking violently as she crushed her 
palm into her cunt. Her hand left her tit and she clutched at her son's cock
and balls, squeezing them tightly, her eyes slitted as she came. Sobbing  
sounds of ecstasy bubbled from her throat.
  As soon as she felt the strength, Peggy stood up. She looked down at her 
son for a long time, then with a shudder, turned and walked from his room. 
Johnny watched his mother's ass sway as she left.
  Peg went to her room quickly, stripping her shirt and bra off and tossing
them onto her bed, then she peeled her jeans and panties from her hips and 
legs. She tossed them onto the bed, too, then went into her bathroom. She 
filled the tub with water as hot as she could stand it, pouring in bath oils.
  As she felt the hot water close about her, she tried to understand why she
had done that with her son. She had no answer. All she knew was the com-
pulsion to stroke his cock and balls had been too powerful to resist, and 
she loved it.
  She became so hot herself when she peed, she had to rub at her cunt, with
him watching her display of greedy rapture.
  She felt good, very good, for the first time since her divorce. She wasn't
going to try and understand what she had done, or why her son always tried 
to peek at her. She wasn't going to try and make any sense out of the way 
she felt while pissing in the garden, with her son hanging out his bedroom
window watching. She wasn't going to try and understand the heat between her
thighs and that wild, uncomfortable desire to jack off and then to rub her-
self to an orgasm.
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