(mF, son/mom, incest, ws)
This is a story about a young mother (28) and her teenage son. This takes place somewhere in Australia.
It could have happened to you, that is if you had a mom like Kathy…
Kathy 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 at 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 panties.
“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 flash 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 shaft hard, his eyes straining to watch his mother piss. Relief moved over Kathy’s face as she pissed. At that 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 stream 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 covering 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. The sensation seemed to be increasing, and she pissed harder and stronger. She leaned as far over as she could, 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 stopped, 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 better. 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 against the wall beneath the window.
Then Kathy saw her son. A flush crept over her face, knowing he was watching her. 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, Kathy 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 grabbed, but it was too late. She knew her son had seen her, naked between her waist and knees. Finally grabbing her pants in a desperate 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.
Kathy, 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 ass cheeks were compact, round and firm, swelling in a tantalizing manner.
He began to rub his fist back and forth on his cock. Kathy, still feeling embarrassed, quickly 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 frantically 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.
Kathy 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.
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 cunt-lips painfully swollen, and her clit felt as if it was going to explode. The sensations were unbelievable. The feelings were fantastic, better than any feelings she’d 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.
Kathy 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 she froze. Johnny was sitting on the edge of his bed, jacking off frantically, his eyes closed, his swollen cock throbbing in his hand. Determination left Kathy as she stared. She saw his fist going up and down on his hardon, 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, unable to take her eyes off his cock and balls. Her nipples 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 pisshole flare, seeing the wetness there.
Kathy 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 fullness of her breasts about to burst from their cups. The only thing she was aware of was his cock, the head so smooth and swollen. Kathy hadn’t seen a man’s penis for over two years now, and the sight was so compelling, the memories of sex came flooding back. Johnny 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.
Kathy’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 hooded eyes. His cock stuck straight up from his crotch. Kathy 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 she could feel the intense heat radiating from them. She gazed at his swollen cockhead, his dripping piss hole, his almost 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 clit excitingly smashed there. She felt a shiver flow through her body, a shiver that caused her full breasts to quiver. “Oh, God!” She moaned in a soft, thick sound. “Oh, my God!”
Her right fist darted to her 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 breasts. He lifted his hips, arcing his cock upward, moaning with pleasure.
Kathy’s eyes gleamed with lust, 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 whispered. “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 spew gushes of hot come juice out of his young balls again.
“Please!” Kathy 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.
Kathy’s eyes filled with tears as she gasped excitedly, watching the white, creamy come juice spew from his pisshole. It flew high, then splashed back down over her gripping fist and arm.
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 it deflate, grow soft in her hand. When it was small, she released it. Wiping her hand on her hip, she then saw the glistening 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’d entered his room.
Johnny’s face showed nothing but delight. He was grinning down at her.
Kathy returned his grin, nervously. “Is it better?” She whispered.
“It’s much better, Mom,” he said, his voice shaky.
Kathy 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, but 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, as 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. Kathy 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 juice 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 nipple 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, Kathy 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.
Kathy 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 compulsion to stroke his cock and balls had been too powerful to resist, and she’d 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 herself to an orgasm. She was going to try to forget what had just happened…
Continued in part 2
by Sarah