Kathy pt 3
(mF, son/mom, incest, ws) Johnny caught her hand before she moved away. “Where are you going, Mom?” “Oh, honey,” she said. “I’m just going to the bathroom. I’m not leaving the house.” She felt good that her son wanted her to stay with him, in his presence. Her husband had never reached for her like this. She squeezed his hand, and tried to pull free. But Johnny held tightly, a white mustache of milk on his upper lip. She pressed her thighs tight as the urge to piss grew. “Honey,” she murmured, “I’ve got to go. I won’t be long.” But Johnny clung to her, sitting there and looking up at her face. The harder he clutched her hand, the more urgently she had to piss. She wiggled her hips, a nervous expression on her …