Kathy Andrews - Golden Shower Mom

"Ohhh, yes," she whimpered, then darted her tongue out to lick her finger.

The taste of her son's come juice on her tongue sent a ripple of delight through her.

She wiped her finger into more of the viscous liquid, licking it form her finger again. She closed her eyes and savored the sweetness of Mike's come juice. Then she began to thrust her finger in and out of her mouth as if it were a cock fucking her. She moaned in pleasure as another orgasm steamed through her cunt.

Getting to her feet, she found her legs shaky. She leaned against the tree, afraid to start walking right now. And then.

"Oh, my God she hissed. Lisa was pissing. She was pissing in her panties.

"Oh, my God!" she hissed again, looking down, unable to stop. "What in the hell…"

She tried to stop pissing, but still she continued to stream from her panties. She saw the wetness on the front of her dress. She lifted it out of the way, but it was too late. She felt the warm piss running down the insides of her thighs.

And it felt good to her.

By the time she stopped, her panties were thoroughly soaked, her thighs drenched. The front of her dress was wet too. And it felt very good to Lisa.

She didn't know why she had pissed in her panties, or why she had been unable to stop it… but she knew how good it felt.

"Perverted cunt," she giggled softly. "You're just a perverted cunt, Lisa, that's what you are. And you love being perverted, you hot-assed cocksucker!"

Lisa did love it.

She started back to the picnic site.

Her lovely face was glowing, warm sensations still tingling through her body. Her panties, pissy wet, felt good clinging to her pussy.

Mike was there.

He was resting on his side, propped up on one elbow, eating a piece of fried chicken.

"How'd you get your dress wet, Mom?" he asked, seeing how soaked the front was.

Lisa stood and looked at her son, seeing in her mind his cock squirting come juice, then pissing. She shivered and licked her lips, her eyes grazing at the front of his pants. She could see the lump of his cock and balls there, but he wasn't hard.

"You really want to know how my dress got wet?" she asked, her voice throaty. "If I told you, it might shock you, honey."

"Nothing shocks me, Mom," Mike said, grinning up at her.

"You're sure of that, darling?"

"Try me," he said.

Lisa stared at his young face, wondering if she should tell him the truth.

She smiled. Yes, it would shock him if she told him the truth.

"Are you gonna tell me, Mom?"

"You want the truth, right?" she said, her voice sounding sultry. Lisa was standing with her pelvis arched forward, her hands on her hips. She knew Mike could see halfway up her wet skirt. It pleased her that he made no pretense of looking elsewhere. Maybe he would like to know… know that she'd fuck him in a minute if he showed interest.

"You don't want me to lie and say I fell into some stream, do you?"

"There's no stream around here that I know of," he said. "What happened?"

She searched his young, handsome face. "Okay, this will shock you, Mike!"

She took a deep breath, her tits standing out. "I pissed in my panties."

Mike's eyes opened wide as he looked at his mother's face. "You what?"

"I pissed in my goddamn panties. That's what I did she said louder. Mike wasn't shocked at all.

"Why didn't you take them off, Mom?" he asked. "Who could see you out here?"

"It was an accident!" she said. "I did it before I knew what was happening."

"Nobody has that kind of accident, Mom."

"Maybe nobody else does, but I did she said.

"Show me."

Lisa wasn't sure she heard her son right.

"Say that again, Mike."

"I said, Mom… show me you pissed in your panties."

"Mike, do you know what you're asking of me?"

"Sure I know!" he said, his eyes boldly staring under her skirt. "I want you to show me you pissed in your panties.

"Why?" she asked, feeling excitement building inside her, her pulses racing.

"Why do you want me to show you?"

"Come on, Mom," Mike said. "You don't think you're hiding anything from me, do you? I know what you do at night. You play with yourself… just like I do."

"Mike, this is dangerous conversation," she said.

"Why dangerous, Mom?"

"Because it could… it could lead to… you know, it could."

She nodded her head, her eyes moving along the front of his pants. He was getting a hard on. His cock was swelling up, bulging at the front of his pants. She could almost see the outline of his prick. Almost, but not quite.

"I don't mind," Mike replied, his voice thick now. "I don't mind at all… if you don't, Mom."

Lisa trembled. Desire was flooding her body, creating a steaming storm in and around her cunt. Her clitoris was pressing at the tightness of her wet panties, and her tits were tingling in a way she had not felt before.

"You really want to see my panties?" she questioned again.

"Just to see if you did piss in them, Mom."

"You think I'm lying?"

"I don't know," Mike replied, then very deliberately ran his hand over his swollen cock. "I just want to see."

Lisa shivered, watching him rub his hard-on. She sucked in a deep breath once more, then in a swift motion, she pulled her dress to her waist.

Mike's eyes went hot as he gazed at his mother. Her bikini panties were wet, soaked with piss. Strands of cunt hair stood from the tight crotch, and the puffy outline of her pussy was revealed.

"Well, do you believe me now?" she said.

"I-I guess so," Mike stammered.

"I might as well take them off," Lisa said. She shoved her fingers into the elastic waist band. As she rolled her wet panties down, her skirt fell to conceal her cunt from his hot eyes. Holding up the panties, she suddenly giggled, then tossed them at her son. They landed in his face and she felt a throbbing in her naked cunt as her son, instead of tossing them away, rubbed them against his face.

"Why, you shit," she said, delighted at what he had done. "You like that.

Huh?"

Mike balled her wet panties up and rubbed them about his crotch, gazing at his mother. "Why shouldn't I, Mom? You and I are alike. I'm sure of that."

"We are, are we?" Lisa said, sitting down, but making sure her skirt was over her knees. "What makes you think so, Mike?"

"I don't think so at all – I know it."

She could feel his eyes burning through the top of her dress, as if he could see her tits. His eyes told her he was right – they were the same, had the same mind, the same erotic thoughts.

He had admitted hearing her at night, playing with her cunt, her body. He admitted to her about jacking off, honestly and openly. His obvious hard-on was evidence enough that he was excited. But at his age any girl would excite him. He was growing and the sex juices were boiling in his balls.

Mike would probably fuck anything available, herself included.

But would he hate her, find her disgusting, hateful and perverted?

She had to take that chance. Her cunt was about to melt between her thighs.

She writhed her ass on the blanket near her son.

Again she took a deep breath, her tits thrusting out firm and high.

"Okay," she said in a thick voice, "If we're alike. If we think alike… take your cock out. I dare you to take your hard prick out right now… in front of me."

For a long, tense moment, mother and son stared at each other. Then Mike turned loose of her piss-wet panties and placed them on the grass off the blanket. He ran his hand over the front of his bulging cock again.

"You think I won't, Mom?" he asked. "You think I won't take my cock out here, in front of you?"

"I don't know if you will or not!" she said smiling at him, taunting him. "I just asked you to. It's up to you whether you do or not."