12 comments/ 396699 views/ 77 favorites Eddie and His Mom Ch. 01 By: Oeddie The following story is true. I have changed names to protect the innocent, but everything else really happened. All people involved in sexual activities are at least 18 years old. * Lot of people are probably wondering how I came to view my mom sexually. Did I catch her masturbating, like in so many stories? Or did she catch me masturbating? My answer is that there was no one event that triggered my attraction to her. I simply never differentiated between females inside and outside my family and no one ever told me I should. I doubt most parents give their kids the birds-and-bees talk and end by saying "But you can't do it with relatives." I think I have a more diverse taste in women than most men. I of course have a strong appreciation for the young, big-boobed, slender women that the advertising industry loves but I can get off just as easily thinking of women of all sorts of age groups and body types. My Mom, while not one of the absurd supermodel MILFs you'll find in so many fictional stories, has aged better than most women her age and once even got carded for buying alcohol. She's a short woman (I was taller than her by my freshman year of high school) with chin-length black hair and pale skin. She's round but not fat and has small B-cup breasts. But her best part is her ass, whose bulging roundness is obvious even in the loosest skirts and pants. It's hard to pinpoint the moment I realized that I loved my mother as more than just a mother. It was in my teen years when my desire for her became physical as well as emotional but I feel like I loved her for my entire life. When I left for college, I missed her so much that my love for her grew tenfold. When I came home for holidays, I started sharing her bed again because being with her just felt so comfortable and right. Sometimes I would snuggle up to her as she slept, letting go only when I got an embarrassing erection. I'd wake up early and go to the bathroom or shower just so that I could have the chance to jack off. Sometimes, if it was real early and my willpower was especially weak, I'd hold up the comforter with my left hand and masturbate with my right while watching my mother sleeping beside me. Afterwards, I'd lay in bed blushing, praying that I hadn't woken her. My love for my mother had but one obstacle: my father. I hated him. He wasn't abusive or neglectful, just cold and stern to both me and my mom. He simply didn't love us. On the rare occasions he showed emotion, it was to throw a temper tantrum over the silliest little things. Even on things he should have been angry about, like a bad grade, he completely overreacted. He'd lock himself up in his study and Mom would lock herself up in her room. When I was young and stupid, I would try to go into my father's study and try to calm him down, only to be shouted at and thrown out. I soon realized that my time was better spent comforting my mother. I wouldn't say much but the clichéd "It's all right." My mother would lie down with my and hug me for hours. As I got older, Mom was more willing to discuss her feelings with me. We'd lay down together and stay up for hours, with her confiding in me her frustration and unhappiness with her husband. As I held her, she whispered, "If he didn't have the better job, I think I would divorce him." "Would you look for a new husband?" I asked. "I don't know. He'd have to be a decent, loving man," she whispered back. "Like me?" I asked jokingly. "You? You'd want to be your old mom's husband?" My heart skipped a beat. I had almost revealed my secret incestuous fantasies! In a tone that I hoped was still light and joking, I answered, "Sure, why not? Would you like to be my wife?" She snuggled me tighter and, in a tone that seemed almost serious, she said, "Yes." My "marriage proposal" had taken place just before I left for my second year of college. When I finally went to college, I had a single room in the dorms, giving me the privacy to masturbate much more than I did at home. Her "yes" answer had filled my head with fantasies that had seemed crazy at the time. And they weren't just sexual fantasies. Fantasies of a life and a home with just her and me, together as husband and wife, became my obsession. I remember very clearly the moment I got the phone call. I had just gotten back from an hour and twenty minute class. I hadn't been able to concentrate since my mother had been on my mind and I was horny. I had just laid down in my bed and reached under my pants when my phone rang. I sighed in frustration as I threw off my blanket and answered. "Eddie?" It was my mom. Her voice was calm yet soft and breathless. "Hi Mom. What's going on?" "It's your father. He's dead. He had a heart attack." Her voice held no detectable sadness. Only confusion and a sense of being lost. "I'll book a flight home. I'll be there as soon as possible." "Okay, son," she said. "I love you." "I love you too. Bye." Many of you will think I'm terrible, and maybe I am, but my lust increased tenfold. The very next thing I did was whip off my pants and start jerking off. I beat my shaft mercilessly as images of my mother flashed in front of me. My mother bent down in front of me, her round pale ass in my face as I kissed her buttocks. My mother kneeling before me with my cock in her hand, my white cum splattered onto her pretty face. My mother as my girlfriend, making out with me in the backseat of the family car. My mother as my wife, her belly swelling with my unborn child. That last image made me hit my orgasm and several ropes of my seed shot out of my erect dick, arched through the air and splattered down on my bed, some of it landing on me. The knowledge that my father was finally out of the picture aroused me to new heights. I had one of THOSE days, where you do nothing but lie around and masturbate. My mother was available. Fantasy had become possibility! As I sat on the plane, for the first time in my life, I felt guilty about masturbating to my mother. Not because of that silly incest taboo but because I hadn't given any thought to how I would console her or what I would say to her. I thought about it for the entire plane ride and the cab ride from the airport. When I arrived home, my mother, her face somber, pulled me into a hug. She let me go and, with a sad smile, said, "Come on in." Setting down the single backpack that I'd brought, I looked around the house, not quite believing that my father was really gone. A thrill shot through my body as I realized that my mother and I were here alone like in my fantasies but it died down when I remembered my top priority. Find out what she was feeling. "Are you..." I paused, unsure if I should continue. "Are you okay?" "Yes," my mom said. She chuckled sardonically. "And that's the problem. My husband's dead and I feel just fuckin' fine! There's something really wrong with that." I had never heard my mother curse before. To this day I don't know what possessed my mother to say the things she did. "When he died, I didn't feel grief. Regret, but not grief. Mostly all I felt was relief. I can get a new start. A new life." She looked at me with a rather un-motherly type of love. "With you." I think it was my emotional turmoil and my mother's own lack of inhibition that made me do what I did next. I kissed her on the lips the way a lover would. And she reciprocated wholeheartedly. She started rubbing my crotch through my pants and, even though I had cum so much yesterday, my cock was brought to life instantly. My mother pulled back suddenly. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have..." "No it's okay." I took her by the shoulders and pulled her closer. "Really." "I shouldn't do this. I don't know how you're feeling." "The same way you are." I kissed her again. This time, there was no resistance. I ran my right hand over my mother's ass through the paper-thin cloth of her worn nightdress. I moved my left hand over her braless right breast and fondled it softly. All the while my erection strained painfully against the inside of my pants. Mom broke off the kiss. "Let's go upstairs," she whispered. I nodded eagerly. We returned to our room. The moment we were inside the door, Mom stripped off her nightdress and stood before me in just her panties. My hands shaking, I struggled with the fly of my pants. "Let's get those out of the way. Lay down." I lay on my back as my mother undid my fly and pulled my pants down, undressing me the way she had when I was just a child. I pulled off my shirt as she removed my boxers, revealing the erect pole underneath, its tip wet. My mother lay on top of me for a moment, just gazing at it. For the first time since I'd arrived, she was smiling brilliantly. Finally, she climbed on top of me and impaled herself on my cock. I pushed in smoothly, reaching up and playing with her beautiful tits as I entered her. She arched her back, sighing softly. I began thrusting up into her, feeling her cunt grasping every inch of my cock, stroking it back and forth. My mother leaned forward and gave me another wet kiss. I rolled over on top of her, grabbing her shapely buttocks as I did. I continued thrusting into her and she thrust back, our humping getting quicker and quicker. My mother isn't a screamer, but her soft gasps and sighs, quickening as I brought her toward her climax, were sexier than anything I could have imagined. "Eddie, I...I'm gonna..." "Cum?" I managed to get out that single word between moans. "Yes, cum," she said, as if the dirty word were strange to her tongue. "I'm gonna cum! Oh! Uhhh! Ohhhh!" Her beautiful face scrunched up and she clenched her teeth as I felt her cunt contracting around my shaft. In short order, I hit my own orgasm. "Oh goddamn!" I felt a surge of cum shoot through my shaft and blast full force into my mother's cunt and up into the womb I had come from. We continued humping together throughout our climax, my cock continuing to shoot spurt after spurt inside her. As our orgasms subsided, I pulled out of my mother and slumped down on top of her. I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her bare breasts. She hugged me closer and we lay there together, basking in the afterglow of our union. For a while, we lay together in silence. "Hey, Mom. Remember our last talk here? The one where I said I'd like to be your husband?" She nodded. "I meant it." She grinned brilliantly. "I meant it when I said I'd like to be your wife." I took her hand. "Michelle, will you marry me?" "Yes." And that was it. From then on out, we were secretly husband and wife. Our relationship took off and we never looked back. We spent the rest of that day in bed. Eddie and His Mom Ch. 02 Chapter 02: Fucking on Father's Grave All people involved in sexual activities in this story are at least 18 years old. * What you're about to read is based on fact. Many of you won't believe me and I know that this sounds far-fetched. But it's real. It takes place about two years after the events of chapter one at my father's grave. Before you start imagining this as a dark, Gothy story, know that it was a bright and beautiful spring morning. Despite our complete lack of affection for my father, my mother continued to visit his grave out of propriety and, though she never forced me, I would occasionally come along. However, this would be her last visit. In a week's time, she would be leaving this town and moving to the city where I went to college. She had gotten a job there and we would be renting an apartment together. As today was a weekday, the cemetery was deserted and there wasn't a single person in sight. My mother and I stood before the grave. Sometimes we would make light, casual conversation but today we were silent. I stood a short distance behind her, taking the opportunity to admire her big round backside, which was emphasized by the short black skirt she wore. My cock had inflated and was leaking precum into my boxers. My mother sighed. I couldn't quite tell why, but I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, laying my cheek on her head. I originally meant this as a comforting gesture rather than a sexual one. However, my dick was still semi-hard and as I pulled her closer, I was pressing it into my mother's ass crack before I realized it. Whenever my mother and I were spooning in bed together, I would press my crotch against her butt if I wanted to fuck her. And to give me permission, which she usually did, she would press back. And as I embraced her, she, on her husband's own grave, pressed her big, soft ass against her son's crotch. Realizing what we had done, I frantically glanced around, my cock growing to its full hardness. I saw no one around, but I still whispered. "Here? Now?" My mother nodded eagerly, her back arched and her eyes half-closed. "Why not? No one will see us. Real quick." And so, with my arms still around my mother, I cupped my left hand over one of her small breasts, fondling it through her bra. My other hand snaked down beneath her waist. I stopped at her crotch, stroking it a couple of times through her black skirt before reaching under the hem. I glanced around again, still looking for anyone who might see us. I hoped that anyone who saw us from a distance would simply see two people in an innocent, comforting embrace. I groped her tits harder. My hand under her skirt went to work, stroking at her cunt through her panties. As I rubbed at her cunt, I felt the cloth of her panties slowly getting warmer and wetter as my mother's aroused cunt began leaking its juices. I began to stroke harder, which forced her skirt to ride up, revealing part of her panties. Mom always wore "grandma" panties but to my incestuous, lust-crazed mind, they always looked like the finest lingerie. My heart jumped as I heard a rustling sound. I looked again but saw no one. I began rubbing my hand against my mom's cunt harder, listening to her cute and sexy mewls. "Ohhh...mmmm..." she crooned, arching her back further and giving me better access to her breasts. "Faster, baby. Fasterrr...Oh yes!" I felt her cunt throb underneath my hand and a warm wet cum stain spread across her panties. I kept rubbing as she whispered, "Slow down. Slow. Down." I finally stopped, letting Mom catch her breath. She took a few deep breaths. She turned to face me, her face red but smiling brilliantly. "I love you so much, baby," she whispered. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. "I love you too. We should probably go." I had been turned on massively by what I'd just done to my mother. The tension in my crotch was almost unbearable and I wanted nothing more than to go home and fuck her properly. "We can't go yet," she said. "We're not done here." "What do you mean?" She pointed at the bulge in my pants. "You haven't had release yet." "Are you serious? Here?" I asked incredulously. She nodded, her grin becoming wicked. "Sit down. Lean your back against your father's tombstone." Looking around yet again, I complied with my mother's wishes. I leaned my back against the tombstone, spreading my legs. "I had no idea you were so adventurous," I said to her as she undid my fly and pulled down my boxers. My cock sprang upwards. I was so worried. When I fingered Mom, a casual onlooker would only think that we were hugging. If someone came along now, there would be no doubt about what we were doing. But my mother's smile was so beautiful and she so clearly wanted to do this that I couldn't refuse. As she wrapped her dainty hand around my shaft, she said, "I hear a lot of boys like to cum on girls' faces. Would you like to do that?" I nodded wordlessly. My mind couldn't form a coherent thought. My mom was really going to let me cum on her face! The thought was just too intense. Mom began stroking my shaft up and down quickly, keeping the tip pointed at her pretty face. She stared at the dripping head, eagerly awaiting the reward it would spray onto her. With my pent up arousal, it wasn't long before I climaxed. My first few spurts of cum hit her squarely in the face. In her excitement, Mom began beating my cock even harder and it began to flail around. My next rope of jizz shot over her shoulder, landing across her back and soaking into her dress. The last of my cum trickled out, leaking onto her hand. To my surprise, my mother began licking the jizz off her hand before scooping up the jizz on her face and putting it into her mouth. I would have shot my load in my pants at that sight if I hadn't already deposited it all on my mother's face. Soon her face was clean, except for a few drying streaks of semen that, hopefully, no one would notice. Mom sat down beside me, leaning her back on the tombstone. "You know, someone could have seen us," I said. "Then maybe you should put your penis back into your pants," she answered. I saw the logic in that point and took her advice. "So..." I took the chance to ask a question that had always been on my mind. "How does it taste?" "Not bad, actually. Kinda tastes the way it smells." We sat in a comfortable silence for a while before Mom spoke again. "C'mon," she said with a small laugh. "It was fun, wasn't it? Almost as good as fucking me right in front of your father himself." I looked at her with wide eyes. "Oh, don't give me that look. I've seen the stuff you read on the Internet." I grinned at her. "So this was your way of getting back at him?" "OUR way of getting back at him." She leaned her head on my shoulder. We sat like that for a long time before she finally got up. "Time for us to go," she said. "We've got stuff to do at home." I liked the way she said "do." "Are we gonna have one of THOSE days?" "Huh?" "Where we lay in bed all day and don't do anything but fuck." "I'd like that a lot." There you have it, another glance into my life with Mom. We never had sex in a public place again, but that's one of my favorite stories. Again, many of you won't believe it's true but I swear to the God that blessed me with my beautiful mother-wife that it is. XXX I don't want to hear a bunch of flames coming from people who think it's fake. It's true and I don't care if you believe me or not. Hope you enjoyed the story. Eddie and His Mom Ch. 03 What you're about to read takes place in the summer after the events of chapter two. I had some time off school, so my mom and I decided to go visit her sister Nancy for the weekend. Aunt Nancy has one daughter named Dora. She also has a husband who is often out of the country on work. I'm not entirely sure what he does. I think it has something to do with the space program. Before you read too far, I'll say right now that I didn't have sex with either my aunt or my cousin, just my mother. I'd hate for you to get disappointed. Haha. My aunt is a small, petite woman who, like her sister, has aged well. She exercises daily so she's smaller than my mom, making her breasts look bigger. On the down side, her ass, almost identical in shape to my mom's, is smaller. I once got the chance to "accidentally" touch it and it's not as soft either. My cousin, who turned eighteen just a few days before our visit, has a nubile teenager's body. Her breasts are somewhat flat but definitely noticeable and her ass seems to be filling out to be as beautiful as her mother's and aunt's. It was a hot summer day so we decided to spend the afternoon in my aunt's swimming pool. The women all wore one-piece suits that clung to their curves and showed off their bodies alluringly. As they swam together, the water made their suits cling tighter to their bodies. My aunt's erect nipples stared out at me from beneath the cloth of her swimsuit. Their suits rode up into their ass cracks, showing off their rounded buttocks. Fortunately, I was wearing dark goggles and no one could see where I was looking. Pretty soon, I retired to the hot tub, asking my aunt to turn on the bubbles. I sat in the frothing hot tub, hoping that the bubbles would conceal my raging hard-on. An hour of staring at my beautiful, wet relatives without being able to touch them was too much. Precum was mingling with the water that soaked my bathing suit. Hopefully unnoticed. Dora joined me in the hot tub for a break. We made small talk. She asked about college and talked about the school she would be going to next year. Finally, she playfully chastised me for being lazy and staying in the hot tub. Conversation helped somewhat to take my mind off my incestuous lust. But as Dora stood to reenter the pool, my cock sprang right back to life. Her bathing suit had ridden up into her ass crack, revealing more ass than it covered up. It was almost like a thong. I almost came without touching myself as she bent over to dive back in. I always had weak willpower when it came to lust. Get me horny enough and you could probably get me to jack off in the middle of a crowded room with just a jacket on my lap for privacy. As soon as I was sure neither my aunt nor cousin planned to join me in the hot tub, I pulled my suit down beneath my balls, freeing my cock beneath the bubbles, and jacked off as quickly as I could without moving too obviously. I turned to watch my aunt, mother, and cousin toss a beach ball around, their wet swimsuits clinging to their bodies. Images of my cousin's round pale ass, right in front of my face, filled my mind. I started as I heard someone splash into the water. With relief, I realized it was just my mother and I kept beating my shaft. Mom apparently realized what I was doing and smirked wickedly. She surreptitiously fondled her breasts through her suit for me. This pushed me over the edge and I shot several big wads of my seed into the warm, churning water. We had both decided that we wouldn't have sex during our visit with Nancy. But at that moment, I think we both knew that we would break that promise. That night, Mom and I shared a guest room with two twin beds. However, we'd only be using one. We waited for several minutes to make sure our hostesses were asleep. Each minute felt like an hour to my balls, which already had more seed for me to spill. And it didn't help that throughout our wait, my mother ran her hand over my crotch to keep me in the mood. Not that I needed help. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled my mother-wife into a crushing embrace and kissed her passionately. Our tongues wrestled in our mouths. I pulled away and pushed her back onto her bed. I threw off my pants as she hiked up the skirt of her nightdress and pulled her granny panties down around her ankles, exposing her cunt. Without hesitation, I climbed on top of her and thrust into her. I humped at her, my cock sliding in and out of my mother's pussy. We had forgotten to lock the door and the bedsprings were creaking too loudly but none of that mattered to our lust-filled minds. My mother, who had been as horny as me all day, lasted barely more than a minute before she came. She moaned through clenched teeth as she rode out her orgasm. I came soon afterwards, shooting several ropes of seed deep into the womb I came from. "Oh! Oh!" I said. It was no louder than normal talking, but that was loud enough to be heard outside. Our lust satisfied, we returned to our rational minds. Worried, my mom whispered, "We were kinda loud. Do you think they heard us?" 'Yes,' I thought, but I shook my head. Right after that, we both heard the distinctive sound of footsteps on the hardwood floor right outside our room. Then we heard the door to Dora's room, right across the hall from us, click shut. "Do you think..." my mom whispered. I shrugged. We both laughed together nervously and quietly. The next day was normal. Dora didn't give us any weird looks or suggest in any way that she suspected us of doing something strange. On the car ride home, Mom and I joked about it. But we were both quite noticed. Hopefully, Dora didn't hear us. And hopefully, they didn't notice the cum stains we left on their sheets. Eddie and His Mom Ch. 04 Hello, Literotica. I can't tell you how much fun my mother and I have had working on these stories for this site. And I thank God for the Internet. My mother-wife Michelle has far more experience with Internet porn, in all its sick kinkiness, than the typical middle-aged woman. However, she still showed some reluctance to let her fantasies cross the line into reality. However, her time on the Internet slowly eroded some of her barriers. Mom and I are very frank in discussing our sexual fantasies, even those we don't think the other will enjoy. I think it's because, being incestuous, we are already sexual "outsiders" who would be seen as perverts if anyone knew about us. We've become quite cynical towards the holier-than-thou types who mock and judge the sexual tastes of consenting adults. But, nearly three years after we first consummated our incestuous marriage right after my father's death, we had not done anything more than vaginal fucking, handjobs, and blowjobs. Until now. This story takes place during my final year of college. My mom had gotten a job in the same town where I went to school. We had gotten an apartment as temporary housing, but found that the thin walls didn't afford us much privacy. We could hear our next-door neighbors fucking through the walls and realized that they could probably hear us too. We soon moved to a lovely condo. It was early Tuesday morning. My mother had gotten up for work. I didn't have class until 2 pm, but I often woke up at the same time as her so I could join her for breakfast, kiss her goodbye, and maybe enjoy a nice morning quickie before she left. I joined her at the table for some cereal. "Honey?" she said somewhat shyly. "Mm-hm?" I mumbled through a mouthful of cereal. "I want you to piss on me." I coughed in surprise as some milk went down the wrong pipe. Hastily swallowing my food, I said, "What?" "Like on the Internet. I think they call it 'watersports'. Do you want to do it?" "Yes!" I said, not bothering to conceal my eagerness. "Great! I'll come home at 12 for lunch." My mom leaned in and gave me a long kiss. "Make sure you have a nice, full bladder for me when I get back. I'm going to be horny all day thinking about you." So would I. As soon as she left, I tore open the refrigerator and downed the first of many cans of soda. The hours before noon seemed like years. Pretty soon, I had a piss-filled bladder as well as a raging hard-on. The pressure of a full bladder and the tension of a hard cock combined into a new, strange, indescribable sensation for me. I spent the hours before noon fantasizing about the perversity that would soon take place in my own house. What part of my mom would I piss on? Her perky, B-cup tits? Her round, magnificent ass? Her beautiful face, smearing the makeup she so carefully puts on before going to work? Maybe she would even keep her glasses on! When I heard her unlock the front door, I practically bolted downstairs to greet her. I saw that as she walked inside, she had already opened the front of her blouse, exposing her B-cup bra. I threw off my boxer shorts, the only thing I was wearing. Still in the entryway, my mother frantically tore off her office attire, throwing her well-ironed clothes carelessly to the floor. Pretty soon, she was naked except for a pair of white granny panties, which she knew I loved. She had even kept her glasses on. She might have simply forgotten about them, but I was too horny to remind her. Without a word we hurried into the shower. My mother climbed into the bathtub. I started to climb in afterward, eager for relief, but my mother held up her hand. "Not yet, honey," she said with a sexy, wicked smile that she had perfected over years of incest. She had an incredible body, but that smile was most certainly the sexiest thing about her. "Mommy wants to put on a show for you first." Standing in the bathtub, she turned her back to me and placed her hands against the wall as if she were about to be frisked by a cop. She stuck out her big round butt towards me and, still wearing her granny panties, she began to urinate. A dark wet stain formed in the crotch of her panties before a clear, steady stream fell from them, the warm drops hitting the cold ceramic of the bathtub. But this only continued for a second. The stream abruptly stopped as Michelle held in her piss and lay down in the bathtub on her back. Arching her back just slightly, she resumed pissing, letting the warm liquid run all over her beautiful ass cheeks, soaking her granny panties, and underneath her back. She fondled her breasts, licked her lips, and caressed her piss-stained, panty-covered cunt. She later told me how much she loved the feel of rubbing rough, wet cloth against her cunt and clit. I watched the whole scene with my mouth open in lustful amazement. Gone was the prim and proper accountant who had nervously asked her son-lover to indulge one of her fantasies. She had been replaced with the wanton, dirty slut just like those in the erotica we both loved to share. Still fondling herself, my mom stood up and turned her back to me. I saw the backside of her white granny panties. Her piss had turned them transparent and they were clinging to her flawless ass! I nearly shot my load right there! My mom knelt back down in the tub. "Okay, Eddie," she said seductively. "Your turn." I climbed into the bathtub, standing in her shallow puddle of piss. I willed my erection to soften slightly so that I could pee properly. Michelle smiled up at me. "Where do you want to piss? My face? My tits?" "I have plenty of piss for both," I answered and let loose a furious golden stream. I splashed the lenses of her glasses, her beautiful face, its mouth still open in pleasurable moans, and onto her pale tits. Yellow rivers streamed down her chest, her stomach, and onto her panties and thighs. Pretty soon I ran out of champagne to pour over my mother's beautiful body. My bladder emptied, I began stroking my cock vigorously and quickly brought my erection back to its full hardness. "Oh, Mommy," I said. "Mommy, Mommy, I'm almost..." I shot huge white wads of cum right onto my mother's pretty face. It ran down her chin, mixing with my piss. I came for several long seconds before I was finally empty. Kneeling before my mother, I fondled her piss-soaked breasts as she continued to finger herself. With her free hand, she held my hand to her wet boob as she brought herself to ecstasy. "Oh, Eddie," she gasped, "Oh, my son. My incestuous little lover-boy. My little Oedipus. I'm dripping with your cum and piss. Your incest piss! Your incest piss!" Clenching her teeth, she brought herself to an explosive orgasm, releasing lust that had been pent up all day. Temporarily forgetting about the fluids soaking her face, I passionately kissed her as she came. I tasted my piss and cum, as did she, but we were too enraptured with each other to care. We were already so dirty it didn't matter. Finally, my mother came down from her orgasmic high. "Can you take the day off, Mom?" I asked. "No dear," she said with a regretful smile. "Now let Mommy shower so she can go back to work. And don't even think about skipping class so you can spend the day jerking off. But don't worry." She smiled that incredible sexy smile again. "We're going to have a lot of fun once I get back home." And we did!