Kathy Andrews: Let_s eat now, mom!

Becky felt foolish, slightly embarrassed. Sitting on the toilet, her legs spread wide, she was pissing. For some reason she couldn't understand, it excited her. Everyone had to piss, yet not everyone considered it exciting. But Becky found it highly pleasurable to piss, and to listen to the soft hissing sound as the golden liquid gushed from her cunt.

She imagined it would be exciting to see others piss, too. Boys, girls, everyone. And, be watched as she pissed.

Becky was tall and slender, with a beautiful body. Her dark hair was soft and shining, naturally wavy and worn long. Her green eyes sparkled, and she bubbled with happiness, friendly to all. Her complexion was exceptional, without blemish, a honey-colored tan from head to toe, except where her bathing suit blocked the rays of the sun.

Becky had small tits, yet they were perfect in shape and size for her body, with luscious, long nipples. A nice handful, they were as firm as any teenager's. Her waist was small, her stomach flat. Her hips and ass appeared to be the perfect size and shape for designer jeans, for hip-hugging shorts, for bikini swimsuits. Her long, silky thighs and legs were shapely. Although in her early thirties, she could have been a high-fashion model, competing with the younger women successfully.

Becky had a comfortable income from her ex-husband, and although she had no specific skills for employment, she was quick to learn and had a sharp, inquisitive mind.

Squeezing her cunt, she stopped the flow of piss, leaning over to try and see between her thighs. When she began pissing again, she could watch the golden liquid, but she couldn't see where it spurted from. She often wished she was double-jointed, so she could put her face way down between her thighs to watch her pussy when she pissed.

Sliding her right hand slowly and teasingly up her right thigh, she moved her fingers into the stream. Her breath caught, as it always did when she felt the hot piss on her fingers. Her eyes became moist and hot as she slipped her fingertip along the slit of her pussy, pausing to rub very lightly at her cunt. Sometimes, when she touched her cunt it would cause her to stop pissing, but not this time.

Straightening up, her shoulders back, head tilted, she ran her palm beneath her body, feeling her hot piss splash into her hand. She ran her hand through the soft, tight curls of her cunt, then dipped her hand into the stream again. With two fingers, she spread her cunt open, her other hand sliding down and into the piss stream. With soft sighs of pleasure, she began shoving her hands alternately into the piss, then bringing them to the lush triangle of her pussy hair. Closing her eyes, she tried to imagine someone in the bathroom with her, watching as she pissed. Her imagination could be vivid at times.

Making little whimpering sounds, she imagined a boy watching her piss, and she could see his cock pushing and staining at his pants, wanting out. Her tongue moved about her lips slowly as she imagined the cock being freed, long and hard, and very hot-looking. She imagined the boy stroking his cock as he watched her spread her thighs so he could see the pink wetness of her pissing pussy.

The stream was losing force now, and she moaned.

Almost feverishly, Becky rubbed at her cunt, her hips writhing on the toilet seat. Her imagination speeded up, timing it with her growing orgasm. Her imaginary boy was now pumping his cock swiftly, and she rubbed more firmly upon her pulsating cunt. As she felt the contractions start, her mind created a hot gush of thick juice leaving the piss hole of the boy's cock. Her imagination was so powerful that, she could almost feel his come juice splashing upon her thighs. With a soft squeal, Becky came. The orgasm was strong, very strong. She slipped her middle finger into her cunt, feeling the fiery, hairy lips clutch with wet tightness.

Slumping back against the water tank, Becky relaxed, her fingers resting on her cunt. The spasms were gone now, and she felt, as usual, weak. Her ex-husband had loved the way her cunt would grab and squeeze when she came, but he couldn't stand it when she would accidentally spray a quick gush of piss over him before he could take his cock out.

Becky didn't know why that happened, but it seemed to happen quite regularly.

Since her divorce almost five years previous, Becky had not felt a hard cock inside her cunt or even in her hand.

Standing up, she washed herself, then stepped into a fresh pair of lacy panties, smoothing her skirt down and adjusting her sweater over her perky tits.

"Mom, did you forget?"

"Forget what, honey?" she asked, turning to see Ted coming into her room.

"You're supposed to drive me to the game."

"Oh, baby, I did forget!" she said. "I'm sorry. Can we still get there in time?"

"If we hurry," he said.

It was seven o'clock now. The game had started, and it was a fifteen-mile drive. It was a game Ted had been wanting to see all week, his school against a neighboring school. Now, because she had pissed and played with her pussy, her son would miss the start of the game.

She ran her hand through his hair, hugging him quickly.

"We better haul ass, Mom."

"Ted," she said. "You know I don't like that kind of talk."

"Hey, it's okay, Mom. That's the way all the kids talk now."

"I still don't care for it," she replied. "Haul ass, indeed. Sounds like you plop your rear end into a wheelbarrow and someone hauls it around."

"We better shag our ass, Mom," he said, ignoring her protest.

"Or… shake our ass?" she replied impulsively.

"Well… sure, shake our ass." Again, impulsively, Becky began to shake her ass, her linen skirt swirling about her slender thighs.

"Hey, that's kinda cute, Mom," Ted said.

"Oh, yeah!" Becky giggled like a little girl. "You think that's cute, watch this!"

She turned her back to him, arching her ass, and swung it around in a perfect gyration, then humped it toward her son.

"Nice, Mom," Ted said. Then he slapped her ass.

"Ouch!" Becky gasped, grabbing her ass with both hands and rubbing, pretending it had hurt. "That hurt."

"Well, a guy has to grab when he has the chance, doesn't he?"

"Oh, so that's the way it is, huh?" she said, grinning impishly at him. "Steal a quick feel when a girl isn't looking, right?"

"You got it, Mom," her son replied, giggling with her. "That felt pretty good. You've sure got a pretty ass on you, Mom."

"Oh, is that right?" she asked, feeling herself trembling slightly. "What's so pretty about it?"

"It's round and tight and… you know, cute, the way an ass is supposed to be cute."

"You're sure about that?" Becky asked, her green eyes, taking on a smoldering expression. Something was happening inside her, something that felt warm, and she felt her cunt flexing, her cunt suddenly swelling into a hardness.

"I've seen it, Mom. So I know it's cute."

"Ted, you have not!"

"Have, too!"

"When?"

"I better not tell," he said, suddenly shy. "I don't wanna get into any trouble."

He looked down at the floor as he shuffled a foot around.

Becky stared at her son, not knowing why she was feeling so excited all of a sudden. The urge to pull him against her body, press his face against her tits, to stroke and caress his ass, maybe feel his cock and balls, was suddenly a powerful desire inside her.

"Why would you get into trouble?" Becky's voice trembled, and her eyes seemed to be trying to focus on the front of his jeans.

"Because I will, that's why," Ted said, stammering and shuffling.