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The following fictional story is being reposted by Mr Double. If you are the author of this story and would like to receive proper recognition (an Author's Page at my website), contact me at mrdouble@ix.netcom.com.

Golden Mom
CHAPTER THREE

Johnny caught her hand before she moved away.
"Where are you going, Mom?"
"Oh, honey," she said. "I'm just going to the bathroom. I'm not leaving
the house."
She felt good that her son wanted her to stay with him, in his presence.
Her husband had never reached for her like this. She squeezed his hand,
and tried to pull free. But Johnny held tightly, a white moustache of milk
on his upper lip.
She pressed her thighs tight as the urge to piss grew.
"Honey," she murmured, "I've got to go. I won't be long." -
But Johnny clung to her, sitting there and looking up at her face. The
harder he clutched her hand, the more urgently she had to piss. She
wiggled her hips, a nervous expression on her face.
"Please, baby, I have to go to the bathroom."
"You go an awful lot, don't you, Mom?" he asked quietly.
She nodded. "I can't help it. "
" When you have to go, you have to go, right?"
"Oh, God! If I don't . . . please, Johnny."
She pulled, trying to free her hand, feeling as if she was going to piss
at any time." I've got to hurry! "
Johnny's grip tightened.
A faint flush crept over Peggy's lovely face, and her expression turned
into that of a woman being tortured.
" Ohhh! " she whimpered.
She had dribbled a little piss into her panties. She clamped her thighs
tight, shoving her free hand to her crotch.
"Johnny! I've got to hurry!" she pleaded.
Johnny, excitement showing on his young eyes, simply squeezed his
mother's hand hardder, refusing to let go. Peggy's flush became hot on
her face as she felt the warm piss starting to soak into the crotch of her
panties and pantyhose. She could feel it start to run down her thighs.
Embarrassment swept through her.
" Ohhhh, Johnny! " she cried.
Peggy couldn't hold it back. She was pissing in her panties, standing
near her son, his hand clinging to hers tightly. She felt her panties
become drenched, the hot piss running down her thighs and legs and over
her shoes. Johnny looked down and saw his mother's piss, his young eyes
taking on - a strange glow. It was as if her son wanted her to piss in her
panties, Peggy thought. She didn't understand why, didn't understand
why he wanted her to feel this embarrassment.
She looked down at the front of his shorts, and saw the head of his cock
pressing upward. She knew her son was getting a hard-on. She looked down
at her feet and saw the hot piss glistening on her shoes, then back to her
son's face. She tried to slow the stream of piss, and managed to do so,
but only slightly. The heat and wetness between her thighs, the piss in
her panties, caused her clit to swell, and the hairy lips of her cunt
burned. It didn't feel as if she was about to come, but the feeling would
turn that way soon, she knew from experience.
Peggy had never pissed in her panties like this before. Always before,
if she couldn't get to a bathroom immediately, she would dribble, but that
was it. Now she was drenching her panties, and it was running down her
thighs. Her son was watching, holding her hand tigbtly. He clung to her
as if he wanted her to piss.
She understood, now. She could see it in his eyes, see how erotic he
felt because she was pissing in her panties. She remembered seeing on her
bed, licking the crotch of her panties, stuffing them into his mouth.
A tremor went through her body, and without thinking she parted her feet
on the floor. She didn't try to stop peeing. She let it go, holding his
hand and gazing into his eyes, and pisssedd. The puddle at her feet grew,
the insides of her thighs wet now.
Johnny's cock stood hard inside his shorts, lifting it into a tent.
Peggy lowered her eyes to it. The front of her skirt was damp now. She
parted her feet and tbe soft hissing sound of her piss was audible. She
shoved her free hand toward her son's cock, and trailed her fingers
over his covered cockhead. Then, with a gasp, closed her fist about his
prick, squeezing it.
"Oh, Mom!" Johnny groaned with excitement. " Baby! "
When Johnny shoved his hand to the bottom of her skirt and started to run
it upward, Peggy didn't stop him. Sbe clutched his cock hard as she felt
his hand caressed up the outside of her thigh, lifting her skirt with his
arm. She felt his hot hand on her hip, then it roved around to take a
quick feel of her ass cheek. He released her hand now, and Peggy didn't
protest when he lifted the front of her skirt. She turned loose
of his throbbing hard-on and stood straight as Johnny raised her skirt to
her waist.
She began to tremble as he looked at her. She was still pissing and the
panties and pantyhose were drenched completely. She had her feet about a
foot apart, and she felt wonderful. She felt no embarrassment suddenly,
only a weird thrill, a joy. She clutched her skirt with her own hands,
holding it up, and Johnny placed one hand on her hip, sliding the other up
between her thighs, feeling the wetness of her piss on the
pantyhose. He could see the golden piss dripping through her panties, and
she leaned forward to watch him move his hand upward until it was only an
inch from her crotch.
Johnny's hand filled with his mother's hot piss, then piss ran over the
sides and down her thighs again. When he turned his wet hand and caressed
her inner thigh, Peggy thought she would come.
After smearing his hand on her thigh, Johnny turned it upward again. This
time he pressed his palm into his mother's cunt. Peggy groaned she felt
his hand there, and her hips jerked. Johnny pressed, feeling the wet heat
of his mother's cunt through her panties and pantyhose. Peggy's eyes took
on a glassy expresion as she bit into her bottom lip. Her cunt twitching,
the lips puffy as her clit bulged out of her panties.
" Johnny! " she gasped, closing her thighs about his hand. She was
no longer pissing now.
" Oh, my God! Johnny! "
His cock jutted up inside his shorts, a moist spot forming there where
the head of it was outlined.
Pulling his hand from between his mother's thighs, Peggy watched him
place it on his shorts. His hand was covered with her piss and it dampened
his shorts. She watched him close his fist about his cock, the only thing
between it and his hand was the shorts. Then Johnny moved his piss-wet
hand up and down in bold, uninhibited jack-off motions.
A hundred thoughts flooded Peggy's mind, that her son was drawn to her
piss, that it was erotic, that he enjoyed the fact she had pissed in her
panties, that he placed his hand on her wet cunt, that he was touching his
cock now with his piss-wet hand. She stood with her skirt held at her
waist, her panties revealed through the wet panty hose. The hair of her
cunt was almost fully revealed through the wetness. Peggy shivered
with a strange, unusual pleasure. Johnny removed his hand and she saw his
shorts were wet, his cock still standing straight up. He looked up at his
mother, then down at her crotch. Again, he his hand between her thighs and
cup her cunt. Peggy trembled as he rubbed his hand back and forth, a soft
whimper coming from her. She didn't feel at all surprised when her son
pulled his hand back, and this time brought it to his face, moving his
piss-wet palm about his cheek, over his chin, and to the other cheek.
"Oh, Johnny!" she cried softly. "Oh, baby!"
Without a thought, Peggy stepped out of her heels into the puddle of her
own piss and rolled her panty-hose down. Then she peeled her wet panties
off. She let her skirt fall, hiding her fiery, hairy cunt from his eyes.
She lifted the wet panties, offering them to her son.
"Is it okay, Mom?" he asked.
Peggy nodded, smiling.
Johnny took his mother's piss-wet panties in his hand and washed his
face with them. His expression turned ecstatic as he leaned back on his
chair. Peggy stood on shaking legs, watching him. Her cunt bubbled with
heat, wet with flowing juices that mixed with the hot piss. Her clit
throbbed in a tight knot, the cheeks of her ass bunching tightly.
Peggy came.
Her hips jerked, her eyes on fire as she watched her son rubbing the piss
wet panties across his lips. The orgasm contracted her cunt as her clit
throbbed. She let out a soft moan of rapture, her hips arching forward,
her hands pressing at her thighs.
Johnny watched his mother's hips jerking as he tasted the piss on her
panties. He turned the panties inside out, and placed the crotch of them
at his mouth. Peggy saw his tongue slip out, and lick at the panties. The
orgasm became stronger, and her knees almost buckled.
"Ohhhh, I'm . . . Oh, God! I'm coming! "
Johnny sucked his mother's panties into his mouth. His eyes looked hazy,
filmed over with passion. Peggy shoved a fist into her cunt as she stared
at her panties dangling from her son's mouth. His cock stood hard inside
his shorts, and her eyes went to it.
Johnny groaned.
And came off inside his shorts.
Peggy gasped, seeing the wetness as he came.
Her hand shot for his cock, she closed her fingers around it, pumping him,
dragging his jism out, watching him come inside his shorts. She felt the
delicious throb of his cock in her fist, heard her son suckiag noisily at
her pisswet panties.
With a cry, she drop to her knees. She shoved her hands up his thighs,
under his shorts. Johnny jerked at the crotch of his shorts, but Peggy
stopped him.
" No! " she cried, and lowered her face.
She swiped her tongue about the wet shorts, tasting his come juice
through them. With another cry, she closed her hot lips about the
concealed head of his thick young cock and sucked on it. She swirled her
tongue against the rough fabric of his shorts and tasted his come juice
better. There was a slight taste of her own piss there, too, which served
only to inflame her erotic mind. She sucked with tight lips, drawing come
juice througn his shorts, her fingers digging into his hips, her head
twisting as she sobbed in rapture.
After a moment, she lifted her head, looking up at her son with glazed
eyes. Johnny pulled her panties out of his mouth and wiped them about his
mother's face, and when he pressed them between her lips, Peggy didn't
protest. She tasted her piss on the nylon panties, and her eyes closed, a
groan bubbling out of her throat. Her cunt throbbed again, and when
Johnny pressed her panties past her lips, she cried out with another
orgasm. Her hands feverishly jerked at the crotch of her son's shorts.
His prick and balls drew her hot eyes. Squealing in passion, Peggy shoved
her face about his crotch, feeling the sweet heat of his cock and balls on
her flesh. The feel of his hairless balls and still wet cock on her cheeks
sent her pulse racing, her hands stroking up and down his legs and hips
with feverish caresses. Moving softly, she began kissing Johnny's cock
and balls, her eyes heavy-lidded, smoking with her inner heat.
Johnny gazed down at his mother. The pleasure was obvious on his young
face and in his glittering eyes. Scooting his ass to the edge of the
cushions, he ran his hands through her hair, writhing his crotch at her
lips. The scent of her son's cock and balls, slightly sweaty, made
Peggy's mind spin with the intensity of her erotic hunger. Darting her
tongue out, she lapped at his dangling balls, bouncing them, her tongue
swirling round and round. She made low sounds of sobbing ecstasy. She
shoved her hands inside his shorts and behind to cup the cheeks of his
tight, young ass. Digging her fingers into his flesh, she lifted him,
pressing his growing cock into her face.
"Oh, Johnny!" she moaned, and raced her tongue up his swelling cock,
tasting his young cockshaft, the lingering sweetness of come juice on it.
She gripped his ass cheeks hard, and swirled her tongue about the smooth
head of his cock. He was dripping again, and with a cry of ectasy, Peggy
swiped at his piss hole, licking up the beads of juices.
Lifting her face, she gazed at his cock. Her eyes were fiery, and her
tongue licked at her lips.
" Johnny! Ohhhh, baby! "
Eagerly, Peggy dropped her mouth to the head of his cock. She presed
down, letting his cock spread her lips. The smooth head penetrated her
mouth, and Peggy shivered. With a wild cry, she dived onto her son's cock,
taking it completely into her mouth. His cockhead brushed the back of her
throat, the shaft throbbing hotly against her tongue and the roof of her
mouth. Her lips tingled and burned. Holding his cock deep inside her mouth,
Peggy sobbed and cried and whimpered. She jerked one hand from his ass,
thrusting it down and under her skirt. She began to rub furiously at her
hairy cunt, pounding a finger in and out, making wet sounds. Her eyes
lifted to her son's face, her mouth stuffed with his hot, hard cock.
"Mmmmm," she moaned and sucked upward, strongly." Oh, baby, baby! You
taste so good! Johnny...honey, I've got to...Mother has to..." Her eyes
filmed over as she kept whipping her cunt with her fingers. "I want to
suck you off, Johnny! "
Peggy didn't wait for him to answer. She gulped her son's cock hungrily
into her mouth, her tongue flying about the shaft. She bobbed up and down,
making groaning sounds. She felt her cunt grip and squeeze at her delving
finger, her clit smashing at her palm.
She sucked at her son's cock greedily and noisily, making wet sounds as
she fingerfucked herself in the pussy. Her eyes rolled inside her head,
her lovely face flushed with mindless pleasure. She found she had to
swallow often because he dripped so very much across her tongue. The taste
was like wild honey to her, and she couldn't seem to get enough of his hot
cock and dripping juices. Whipping her finger in and out of her hot, juicy
cunt, Peggy dug her fingers into her son's ass hard, lifting him as she
banged her mouth downward, trying to pull his cock into her throat, the
need to swallow him almost overwheming her senses.
Her mouth was comfortable with her son's cock in it. She still had room
to swirl her tongue no matter how deep she took it. Rushing her mouth down
on his prick, taking the head at the back of her throat, she twisted her
lips around the base, making throaty sounds of hunger. She shoved her
fingers into the crack of his ass, and felt the tight pucker of his little
asshole.
"Oh, Mom!" Johnny finnaly groaned.
"Ohhh, Mom! "
He spread his legs as far apart as he could, lifting his hips, watching
his mother sucking in a frenzy, his cock disappering into that wet heat.
He lifted and pressed hard, his balls on her chin, and twisting his hips
into her face.
"Mmmm!" Peggy moaned softly, rubbing his tight asshole with the tip of
one finger as she sucked hard.
" Oh, Mom, this is great! " Johnny yelped, and began to fuck up and
down, plunging his cock into his mother's mouth wildly, jerkily.
"Your mouth is so hot, Mom! Ooohh, Mom, suck me! Suck me, Mom! Suck...oh,
suck my cock, Mom! "
Peggy sobbed and rammed her mouth down as he came up, lifting when he
pulled back. Her lips beat at the base of his prick, and she didn't care if
they were bruised. Sucking her husbad's cock was never aything like this,
never as good as this, never as tasty as her son's cock. His words assaulted
her ears as she sucked him, pleased that he was plunging his cock up and
down, fucking her mouth like a hot, wet, fiery cunt. She rubbed furiously at
his tight asshole with her finger, urging him to shoot, to send that thick,
sweet come juice down her greedy throat.
A muffled squeal came from her cock-filled mouth as her cunt rippled,
then convulsed with a powerful orgasm. The hairy lips of her juicy cunt
dripped and squeezed at her buried finger as she smashed her clit on the
heel of her hand.
Johnny grabbed the back of his mother's head, jerking her face down hard,
his cock slamming up into her throat.
"Oooohhhh, Mom!" he yelled, and came.
The boiling come juice gushed into Peggy's throat like nectar. Her eyes
rolled with rapture as his come juice burned down her throat, her cunt
contracting with one of her most powerful orgasms ever. She made wet,
gurgling sounds as she swallowed his come juice thirstily, devouring the
sweetness from his young, tender balls.
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