Unknown - Hot Moma

They rested, neither speaking, but looking into each other's eyes quietly.

Roxie even lifted her twisted skirt higher until her belly button was exposed.

She pushed her hand nervously upward toward her tits.

"Ritchy, do you want to see them?" she asked, whispering softly.

He nodded, grinning and sliding his hand to her ass.

Her hand moved to her tits, sliding from one to the other.

They felt much too swollen for her bra now, and her nipples were still painfully stiff. She slipped one strap down, slowly pulling the top of her dress downward. Her nipple slipped into view, and she watched his eyes as he gazed at it. She saw hot hunger there, a hunger that seemed as wild as her own.

Surprising herself again, Roxie began to circle her nipple with the tip of one finger, making it tingle and bulge even more.

Fascinated by her own boldness now, she cupped her tit and squeezed it, letting the nipple slide between her fingers. Using her other hand, she drew his hand up her body and curled his fingers around her tit.

Rich squeezed, then began to twist and pull at her nipple.

"Ohhhh, honey!" Roxie cooed, her eyes flashing in heat.

With a sinking sensation, she knew the gates of her passion had been thrown wide open, allowing her son entrance to her inner self, her passionate inner self.

With his face resting on her thigh, she pushed her knees farther apart. He kept pulling and twisting her nipple, but he was also watching her pussy spread open. Roxie smoothed her fingers through the soft curls, sliding the edge of one finger along the side of her clit, mewling softly. She spread her cunt open with two fingers, the wet, pink flesh pulsating gently.

"Ritchy…" she whispered. "Ritchy!"

A hot gush of piss spewed out of her cunt.

Rich jerked his head up, mouth gaping in surprise.

"Oh, my God! I didn't mean-oh, that's embarrassing!" Roxie gasped, blushing wildly, clamping her hand over her cunt.

To her horror, she spurted again, hot piss spewing around the edges of her palm.

Rich stared, then giggled.

Roxie tried to stop, but the harder she tried, the more she pissed. Her inner thighs dripped with piss, pooling on the floor.

"What am I doing?" she cried in embarrassment.

"Pissing, Mom!" Rich giggled.

He tried to pull her hand away, but Roxie cupped her cunt with all her strength. But she was weak, and her son moved her hand easily.

Roxie attempted to close her legs, but she couldn't do that, either. She almost managed to stop pissing, but it was still dribbling from her cunt.

"Don't look at me!" she cried frantically. "Please, Ritchy, don't look at me!"

Rich pushed at her legs, spreading them far apart. Roxie was unable to stop him, and as her son gazed at her open cunt, she began to piss in a hard stream.

She turned her face to one side, feeling fiery heat on her cheeks. She felt her son holding her legs apart, watching her piss. No one had ever watched her do this, and certainly she had never lost control before. And she had never pissed with her legs so far apart.

"Keep it up, Mom!" Rich gasped. "Piss, Mom! Ohhh, you're pissing hard! Look at it spurt out!"

Roxie peeked downward, seeing the hot stream of piss spewing out in an arc, hearing it splatter on the kitchen floor. She began to shiver, her cunt tightening, causing the piss to gush out in short spurts.

Finally, much to her relief, she stopped. But Rick kept holding her knees spread apart.

"Ritchy, let me…"

He released her, and she closed her legs. She couldn't look at him now, but she knew he was grinning at her. Getting up, she had trouble smoothing her dress, still trying to do so when she walked out of the kitchen.

Roxie entered her bedroom. She stood in the center of the room, hands wringing as she tried to come to grips with herself.

It had been bad enough last night to lose control and practically rape her son, and then to be so helpless this morning that she had let him fuck her again.

But why she had begun pissing right there in the kitchen as her son watched confused her more than ever.

Removing her clothes, she stepped into her shower and adjusted the water to a stinging spray.

Later, in a fresh sun-dress, she sat on her bed, thinking hard about what had happened, finding no answers.

Taking a deep breath, she stood up, drawing upon every ounce of courage she had. Then she left her room, determined to face her son.

He was in the living room, holding her panties.

"Ritchy," she said in a low, nervous voice, hands folded in front of her body like a shy little girl. "I think you and I have to talk."

Rich held her panties up, grinning at her. "Mom, I didn't know you wore such pretty panties. What are we gonna talk about?"

She trembled. "About what's happened between us."

"If you wanna talk about it, Mom, that's okay with me," he said, dropping the panties on the couch. "But I'd rather do it than talk."

Roxie wanted to run away. The way her son looked at her was embarrassing. He seemed to stare right through her clothing. He seemed so much different, acting bolder with her than before. But then, she thought, hadn't she just given him that right?

"Please, Ritchy, listen to me," she said, almost pleading, wringing her hands.

"This is very important. Please, let me talk."

He leaned back, looking at her, his face serious.

"Ritchy, something is… something has happened to me. I don't know why or what, but it's something I seem to have no control over. I've never been this way… never felt this way, in my entire life. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

He nodded slowly.

"What we… what I did, well… I couldn't help myself. It happened before I could think, or stop it."

"I think I understand, Mom," he said, starting to show interest. "I mean, I hope I understand."

"It's difficult for me to explain, because I don't understand myself, and this is very hard for me, Ritchy."

Roxie glanced at his crotch. The bulge of his cock and balls made her tremble.

"Last night, then today…"

"Restless pussy, Mom."

"What? What did you say?"

"I said, you have a restless pussy."

"Ritchy, that isn't a nice thing to say about…"

Rich sat up and leaned forward, looking at her keenly. "Mom, that's what it is-a restless pussy. All the guys at school know about that. A couple of girls have the same thing, and I'd say you have it, too."

"I don't know what it is, but I know I can't seem to control it."

"Pussy, Mom," Rich said. "Pussy, cunt. You didn't have any trouble when my cock was in there. What's the problem now?"

"I've never said… I don't talk that… Ritchy, you're not trying to help me at all!"

"I'll help you, Mom. Anytime you get restless, just let me know."

"That's not what I want. I want-oh, I don't know what I want!"

Her hands flew to her face, covering it. She was so embarrassed, she wanted to die. Even now, her cunt was on fire, pulsating so hotly that she wanted to cram her fingers into it.

She trembled, wanting to cry, yet the tears would not come.

"Mom, I know what you want. I don't know much about those things myself, but I think I know exactly what you want, or at least what you need."

"Oh, God, I do!" Roxie sobbed. "I do, Ritchy!"

"Mom, lift your dress."

"I will not!" she gasped. "What do you think… I'm your mother, Ritchy!"

"Lift your dress, Mom," he insisted.

Roxie trembled, hands falling slowly from her blushing face.

She turned her head to one side and began to inch her dress up.

She felt his eyes, very hot, following the hem as she drew the dress above her knees, then to mid-thigh. She was shaking so badly that her knuckles were white as she gripped the dress, her legs turning weak. She held her dress near her hips.