Kathy Andrews - Golden Shower Mom

"But I'm going to get back at you one of these days.

In her bedroom she found a flimsy nightgown, pulling it on. Her tall, slender body was easily seen through it, and that was the idea. Lisa knew the value of such a view. A woman partially dressed was often more erotic than a completely naked woman. Her tits rose under it, her nipples becoming dark shadows. The triangle of her cunt hair was fully visible.

It was late by the time they had dinner, and her son was yawning sleepily.

He had had a big day, she thought as she watched him shower. He was so tired that he could hardly stand up in the stall. She took the soap from him and scrubbed his cock and balls, then his ass. She stood up and washed his back, turning off the water for him. She had him step out of the stall, where she dried him thoroughly.

Taking his hand, she led him, to her bedroom and pulled the sheets down. As he sprawled out on his back, she drew the sheet over his body, seeing the way it molded his cock.

Leaning over, she kissed his cheek, cupping his cock and balls and squeezing them tenderly.

"Good night, honey!" she murmured. "I'll be in later.

She looked at him before she left the room, seeing that he was sound asleep already.

Lisa sat in the darkened living room. So much had happened this day.

She was delighted that Mike was so willing, so eager. She crossed her legs and leaned back in the chair, letting the events of the day flow through her mind.

Pissing in her panties had felt good, but when her son pissed into her mouth, it had felt even better. Lisa thought about that. It was an extremely perverse thing to do. But as deviant as it was, she could not deny her pleasure of it. Some women would be disgusted. But Lisa wasn't just any woman.

She fondled her tits as she thought.

Feeling her son's warm piss on her sensitive tits had made her come fantastically. Or was it because he had pissed into her mouth? She had wanted to find out what it was like to be pissed on for some time, but that was one thing her husband had refused to do to her.

She thought of her son in her bed, sleeping so peacefully, exhausted after coming off five times today.

She smiled as her mind drew up pictures of disgusting things she would do with him, knowing full well that most would never be accomplished. But some would, she knew. Of that she was sure.

She stood up and started for bed, her gown open, one hand holding a firm, mouth watering tit, the other cupped between her thighs, a finger inside her tight cunt.

Lisa came awake the next morning with a stretching luxuriousness.

She looked at her son who was still sound asleep next to her. His face, composed in sleep, looked even younger than he was. She watched his sleeping face with affection, hoping the things they were doing would not harm him emotionally. She was sure they would not.

She lifted the sheet and looked down at his naked body. He had a hard-on, but she knew he was not having some beautiful erotic dream – he just had to piss, that was all. A piss hard-on, her husband had called it. She, too, felt the need to piss. She always did when she woke up in the mornings. It was one of the first things she had to do.

She climbed out of bed quietly, then went to the bathroom and pissed. Next, she prepared breakfast, after which she woke her son up.

Mike came in sleepy, rubbing his eyes. She had to make him go wash up before breakfast, and while he was splashing cold water on his face, she went into the bathroom with him. After washing his face she saw him turn to the toilet.

"Let me," she said, taking hold of his cock as she pressed her tits against his back, her crotch at his ass. Looking over his shoulder, she held his cock as he pissed, and she could not resist placing her other hand into the stream. She mewled softly, licking her lips. When he finished, she shook his cock as she had seen him do, then turned him, around to face her. She kissed her son's mouth, thrusting her tongue in for a moment.

"Now, you can go eat breakfast," she said. After he ate, Mike volunteered to do the dishes. Lisa was pleasantly pleased by his offer. She sat at the table drinking more coffee as he stood at the sink. He was still naked, and she loved to see him this way. His ass was small and tight. Her eyes became warm, then hot, as she gazed at her son's ass. She had pulled on the filmy gown when she got out of bed, but now she opened it and stroked one of her tits as she watched her son's ass.

She stood up, letting her gown fall to the floor. She stepped up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist, lowering one hand to his cock. She jacked his cock in a tight fist, kissing at his neck and shoulders.

"Mmmm, nice cock," she whispered into his ear, thrusting her tongue into it.

"Beautiful cock, and it was so hard this morning when you were asleep, I wanted to climb on and fuck you, baby."

She pressed her bushy cunt against his naked ass, twisting against him.

"Why didn't you! Mom?"

"You need your sleep," she said, running her fist back and forth on his prick. "You need all the rest you can get, especially if you're going to come off five times a day."

"You're gonna make me come five times a day, Mom?"

"I'm going to try," she laughed.

She kissed and licked at his shoulders and back, still pumping his prick.

Her wet tongue slipped along his spine as she moved lower. She paused at the base of his spine, kissing hotly the upper portions of his tight ass cheeks.

She went to her knees behind him, burning moist kisses about his ass. She snaked her long tongue out and licked up and down his thighs, feeling her son tremble as he braced himself on the sink. She held his hips as she darted her tongue along the crack of his ass, then she shoved it between his thighs to lick his dangling balls.

Mike spread his legs for her, and she pushed her nose into the crack of his ass, her tongue lapping at his balls. She grabbed his cock again and beat on it excitedly. Dragging her tongue past his balls, she slipped it into the crack of his ass and licked at his tight asshole.

"Oh, Mom, that's good!" Mike groaned. "I like that, Mom! Oh wow, licking my ass my asshole! I bet I could come with you licking my asshole, Mom!"

She pulled her face out of his ass. "If you start to come, you turn around fast and stick your cock in my mouth, you hear me?"

She shoved her face into the crack of his ass once again, her mouth open, lips pressing at his asshole.

Mike was leaning way over now, arching his ass into his mother's face. She sucked at her son's tight asshole, her tongue lapping up and down, then she pressed the tip against it. Her fist kept up a steady jerking motion on his throbbing hard cock now. With a bit more pressure her tongue slithered into her son's asshole.

Mike gave a yelp of delight, and Lisa started tongue fucking his ass. Mike shoved his ass back until he was grinding it into his mother's face. Lisa's cunt was bubbling again, mild orgasms exploding with ecstasy. She wiggled her ass while she knelt behind her son, fucking his asshole with her wicked, wet tongue.

Somehow she was almost on the floor. She was sitting there, with her son shoving his ass into her face. She was holding his hips now and not his cock. She wanted her face as tight into his ass as possible.

Her tongue was plunging an inch deep, and she could feel his asshole tighten about it. She sucked at his asshole with her hot lips as her tongue thrust in and out. She felt one of his hands between her thighs, feeling her cunt as she tongue fucked his asshole. She was surprised to find her cunt convulsing in those delightfully tight orgasms.

Suddenly Mike yelped, and she found he was trying to turn around, to shove his cock into her mouth. Quickly, she jerked her tongue out of his asshole and just in time.