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 incest, Fg, ws, f solo, teen, young, first, exhib., voy, rom

   This all started because Julie thought her parents were going to be out
of town a while.  The fact of the matter was, however, that Susan was
running late on her trip.  Her husband had left hours ago.  Susan, on the
other hand, remained so distraught and distracted by thoughts of the
teenaged girl - her daughter from an unwanted pregnancy in high school -
that she hadn't even bothered to start packing yet.

   Finally, after hours of contemplating what to do, she got up and headed
down the hall.  Now, if truth be told, she would have used almost ANY
reason to reconnect with the rebellious young girl.  Julie had been acting
horribly for a few years now, and Susan had tried to be patient with her
newly pubescent daughter.  But when 34-year-old Susan got the call about
her daughter being caught masturbating in class, it was the final straw.

   In fact, Susan was so enraged upon recalling her conversation with
Julie's teacher, that she began racing ever faster toward Julie's room,
whirlwinding in without so much as even THINKING that she ought to knock on
the fourteen-year-old's door.  And that, dear reader, is where this story
REALLY starts.

   Now, the very first thing that registered in Susan's (at this point
still somewhat disconcerted) mind as she entered was neither visual nor
auditory, but was, in fact, the overpowering stench of ammonia.  As her
eyes shot around the room trying to detect the smell's source, the first
image that actually registered with her was nothing less than that of her
own daughter, sitting at the end of the bed, stark-butt-ass nude.  Her
school uniform lay in a messy pile on the bedroom floor.  Susan didn't say
anything as she and Julie initially made eye contact.

   It was a confused, drawn-out-feeling moment before the image of her
daughter's small but beautifully rounded young breasts registered in her
mind for what they were, and this made her slightly moist, though she,
being in the state she was in, took no notice as of yet.

   Susan's eyes traced instinctively down Julie's pale, soft, snow-white
skin, past her slit of a naval, to where that razor-sculpted, triangular
mass of nappy-but-trimmed, newly-sprouted curly-Q's, as snow-white as the
hair on the child's head, jutted up to surround the young girl's engorged,
picturesque, nubile labia.  Susan's temperature rose just slightly, but,
again, she was in no state of mind to notice.

   As Susan's initial surprise faded, she again became aware not only of
the scent of anomia, but also of a thick, aqueous, SLRRRP-ing sound, and,
upon re-examining her daughter's idyllic, pretty little vulva, it didn't
take long for Susan to discover the reason.

   For, right before her eyes, gushing from the young girl's nubile loins
was a glistening spume of shimmering, citrine-colored urine.  Julie's piss
torrent made its way from out of her heaving, aroused young body all the
way to the Berber carpet below the bed almost - Susan thought to her own
surprise - elegantly.

   Susan's eyes followed her daughter's stream of flowing, twisting, teen
pee-pee down to the floor.  There, she observed a rather large, dark, damp
stain.

   "JESUS, DON'T YOU KNOW HOW TO FUCKING KNOCK?!" Julie shrieked, shocked
and humiliated at being discovered - mid-flow, no less - during her
cherished masturbatory event.

   Now, in truth, the girl actually possessed a certain exhibitionistic
streak, and part of the fantasy she was in the process of acting out did,
very often, involve her getting caught (and having her ass vigorously
spanked for) having a "naughty pee".  This is, of course, both why she had
positioned herself in front of the full-length mirror, and why she had her
slender, fashion-model's legs splayed apart as far as she could get them to
go without hurting herself.

   In fact, so new was she to her budding sexuality (and to this fetish in
particular) that even if she was only being "seen" by the mirror, this was
still enough to cause absolutely uncontrollable levels of sexual arousal in
the virgin girl.

   "What in the hell are you doing here?"

   "Why, you little bitch!  Listen to me VERY carefully, because I've about
had it up to here with this shit, so I think that's the very fucking LAST
of your worries right now!  Now, if you don't mind, would kindly like to
try and explain to me JUST WHAT THE HELL IT IS YOU THINK YOU'RE FUCKING
DOING RIGHT NOW?!"

   By this point, Julie had slammed her legs together tight, so that the
glistening, golden spume of piss had all but vanished from her sopping
young vag.

   "I...um..."

   "Shut up." Susan interrupted, "Just shut the fuck up.  I think it's
actually quite obvious what you're doing."

   Susan now took a defiant stance in front of her young daughter, hands
planted firmly upon her slender, sexy hips.

   "Would you like to explain why you're pissing all over the goddamned
bedroom floor instead of using the toilet like a normal fucking human
being? Couldn't make it in time?!  Jesus fuck.  How fucking old are you,
again?!  You're acting like you're young enough to be in goddamned diapers!
Or, no, no, maybe that's not it at all!  Maybe not wearing any clothes made
you think you were some kind of friggin' Amazon Warrior living in some
prehistoric jungle somewhere where everybody just pisses and shits on the
floor like fucking animals!"

   Susan paused for the briefly, then resumed her diatribe in an
exaggerated twang (to mimic one of the "Amazons"),

   " 'Well now, start a packin' your things up, Hippothoe, it's that time
of year again, so let's go and get us some Gargarean cock, don't cha'
know!'"

   She resumed her normal voice agian, "Or...or...jesus, the mind
boggles...WHAT IN THE HELL WERE YOU DOING?!"

   She looked Julie directly in the face.  The girl's eyes - still the
haunting, shimmering, depthless, ethereal light-blue they'd always been -
were now also glassy and vaguely damp.  This, of course, only added to the
effeminate, angelic appearance that made most of the boys in her class jack
their throbbing, young cocks off to the thought of fucking so vigorously
she wouldn't be able to walk when they'd finished.

   Julie's bottom lip poked out, quivering as she intoned, "No, it's
nothing like that at all..."

   But Susan interrupted her again, "Maybe you'd like to come and have a
big, fat whiz in the master bedroom when you're done in here?  Maybe you'd
like to piss in the lounge, too, or, what the hell?  Why not in the
goddamned TV room?!" Susan was on a roll:

   "My God!  Just IMAGINE all the fucking time EVERYONE in the world over
would save were they merely to follow the example set by my brilliant,
cunting daughter!  I guess everybody else ought be urinating,
butt-ass-nude, anywhere they want to, too, then, eh?  Is that what you
want? You want people to just pee all over everything in public places all
the time, so the whole fucking world smells like freakin' piss?!"

   Julie was shaking slightly, "But, mommy, I swear, it's not at all like
that!" She was sobbing, her cheeks now a bright, bright red from, as she
would doubtlessly put it in one of her online massage boards, "Epic. 
Fucking.  Embarrassment."

   There was presently an extremely awkward silence between the two women.
Finally, Susan took several deep breathes, inhaling through her nose and
exhaling through her mouth.  As Susan's stomach muscles rose and fell,
Julie momentarily noticed how taught her mother's tiny, well-formed abdomen
and waist were.  She banished this thought almost immediately.

   "Julia Charlotte von Stein, this is absolutely no way for a young woman
to behave.  First you get caught jilling off at school, and now this. 
Well, I want no excuses, so, please, be my guest and try explaining
yourself, if for no other reason than it will buy you some time before I
make you clean up this horrible mess." Susan motioned at the mushy puddle
of piss-stained carpet on the floor in front of her daughter.

   Julie calmed down a little and whimpered in a cracking, little-girl
voice, "I just...I...just..."

   "YOU JUST WHAT?!"

   "I just wanted to...to...um..."

   "SPEAK UP, I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

   Julie shut her eyes, inhaled audibly, and regained her composure,

   "I was just experimenting.  That's all.  I overheard a couple of girls
in the gym showers the other day.  They were talking about how they peed in
naughty places and how much fun it is and it helps them to masturbate and
all.  Anyway, the point is that I was going to clean up afterwards.  But
right now, I'm just experimenting.  I'm a horny teenager in the process of
`discovering her sexuality' or whatever,"

   Julie winced momentarily at the silliness of the quote she'd just
borrowed from the corny pamphlet she received in sex-education class and
then continued,

   "...and this was just a masturbatory experiment.  Is that ok with you?!"
Julie's tone was sarcastic and confrontational as she shot this last
question at her mother.

   Susan was on the verge of speaking.  Instead, she only paused:

   Adolescent surliness notwithstanding, Julie looked so, so very
vulnerable, so innocent, so beautiful in her mere nudity; her small,
perfect breasts a clear indication of her maturing sexuality.  Gazing back
down at the mass of bleach-white pubic hairs just visible between Julie's
sealed, sexy legs reminded her of what she had just witnessed; and this, in
turn, called forth other memories.

   After what seemed a great while, Susan shook her head, muttered
something to herself, and, dropping her hands from her hips, gently closed
the door behind her.  Turning back to her daughter, she crossed the short
distance between them, sitting down on the bed next to her dear, naked
Julie.

   "What would you say if I let you finish of your piss on the floor?"

   Julie merely gawked at her in stunned silence.

   "Look, I'm well aware of the fact that I'm far from being
mother-of-the-year, and I well aware of the fact that I probably haven't
always been around for you when you needed me.  In any case, you're growing
up and, well...well, if you need to get this out of your system, then, by
all means, go ahead and finish pissing on my expensive carpet."

   "Are you for real?!" Julie's eyes widened.

   "Yes.  Yes, I am.  But you are NEVER to speak of this to anyone, do you
understand me?  Now, go on and finish up before I take it back and decide
not to let you do it again."

   Julie started to part her legs but suddenly stopped moving.

   "Um...you are gonna' leave, aren't you?"

   Susan stood up and started to make for the door.  But, then, from behind
her, came Julie's voice.

   She turned to look at her daughter, who by now had resumed her original
position of perching with her legs wide open at the bottom of the bed,
obviously getting ready to tinkle again.Then, something strange happened:

   Julie smiled at her.  Genuinely smiled, her angelic blue eyes as warm
and full of life as when she'd been a baby.  Julie hadn't so much as lent
her mother a remotely kind glance for nigh on three years running now. 
Susan's heart melted a little as her daughter said in a genuinely
appreciative tone,

   "Thanks, mommy, I won't ever forget this!  And I absolutely, positively,
cross-my-heart-and-hop-to-die SWEAR to clean the mess up once I've had my
diddle.  It's just...you know..."

   "It's just what, darling?"

   "It's just that it seems really, really, really, REALLY hot to let go
and piss like this somewhere where I shouldn't be pissing.  That's all.  I
don't know.  Never mind."

   "I know it does!" Susan giggled and, crossing back to her nude little
Julie, resumed her seat.

   "Mom...I..uh..."

   "Well, what is it child?  As I've always told you: speak your mind
clearly or don't speak at all.  Now, what is it?"

   "Well I...I...I can't hold it for very much longer.  I think I'm...I'm
about to start peeing again."

   "Good," grinned her mother, "watching you pee all over the floor like
that reminded me: I went through a similar phase senior of high school."

   "You did?!" Julie was beyond amazed; her mother always seemed so stayed
and boring before.  She'd never thought that Susan might have unique sexual
desires, too, might need to express them, just she did.  At this notion,
Julie felt suddenly sad: "I never even stopped to appreciate that she might
a real human being, for God's sake!" She thought.  This thought was so
saddening that the adolescent immediately shoved back down into her
subconscious as far as it could possibly go.

   Meanwhile, another awkward silence passed between them.  Julie shut her
eyes, mentally telling herself it was okay to let go again.

   Now, breaking her urine stream always caused the child's pee hole to
sting uncontrollably, and this time was no exception.  Indeed, by this
point, her urethra felt as though it had been stapled shut, as though a
line of Fire Ants were passing along it.

   Fortunately for this story, she was also a budding masochist and, upon
beginning to explore her uncomfortably tensed vagina with her hand as she
sought to help it relax, discovered to her secret delight that she was
soaking fucking wet.  This discovery prompted further arousal, and her
temperature began to sky rocket when very suddenly - from between her young
legs, from deep within her stinging bladder, from out of her hidden,
aroused, jailbait snatch - fell a stream of scalding girly-pee that played
over the carpet by her feet for several seconds before she managed to
squeeze her hole tight again.

   "Yes me!" Susan said this with a teasing, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-ish
air, "and you know what?  Just to prove it to you, I'm gonna' join you."

   Julie stared at her mother with a sort of, "dog-meets-ceiling-fan" look
of bewilderment on her face.

   "WHAT?!"

   "I said," retorted Susan, still in a teasing tone, "I'm about to take a
big, fat, satisfying leak all over your goddamned floor, too." She said
this last part in a taunting, loud, and overly-slow,
'I'm-talking-to-a-retard' kind of way.

   Julie's eyes were saucer-wide at this point, "You *do* have to be
fucking kidding me!"

   "No.  I.  Do.  Not."

   Susan arose gracefully, reaching for the shoulder straps of her dress in
one fluid motion as she did so,

   "Why should you have all the fun?  If you're gonna' be unashamed at
showing your tits and pussy, if you're gonna' admit that it gets you wet,
if you're gonna' have a piss all over the carpet...well, then I want, too,
damn it!  This is still MY house, after all." Susan's voice quaked with
sexual anticipation as she spoke.

   By now, her shoulder straps were completely loose and Susan was
awkwardly shaking herself out of her unzipped dress.  The material fell
from around her slim, sexy frame, revealing a daintily patterned, black bra
covering her wonderfully small, firm tits.  Julie noticed that no pubic
hair protruded out from around the matching thong that hid what Julie could
only assume to be her mother's smoothly bald pussy.  Susan turned around
360 degrees, allowing her daughter an eye-full.  The tiny thong left little
to the imagination, revealing just how toned and taught Susan's beautiful,
flat little ass really was.

   "I'll only be a second," she flashed a wicked, sensuous grin at her
daughter, who, with her young legs parted and perfectly pink pussy lips
still sealed tight, continued unabashedly gawking in complete and utter
disbelief at her mother's semi-nudity.

   Susan, meanwhile, merely stood in silence, stalk still.  Her daughter's
gaze was more than overtly sexual at this point, and Susan wanted to take a
moment to basque in the erotic feeling transmitted from her daughter's eyes
a while before she finished undressing.  She and her husband rarely fucked
anymore, and this sort of attention felt absolutely *wonderful* to the
young housewife, sex-starved as she was.

   A few (extremely sexually tense) moments passed before Susan reached
down for her thong.  With a gentle, stealthy push, she'd dropped it just
below her vulva and thrust her pelvis forward.  She assumed the type of
bodily stance set to send an unmistakable message.  All in all, that
message would probably have been read by most people as saying something
like,

   "I'm flashing my pussy!  I want everyone to look at my pussy!  Look at
it, and nothing else.  Look at it.  Look at the shape of my shaven vagina."

   Susan's bra came off last.  Her painfully erect nipples stood at
attention in the middle of the large, pale-pink welts that surrounded them.
Indeed, Susan's breasts appeared in exact proportion to her slim, taught,
clothing-model's body.

   "Right.  Now, daughter of mine, where SHALL we begin?" Susan chuckled as
she sat her tiny, taught ass down beside her nude little daughter.  Julie
sat in stunned silence, still staring at the naked form splayed wide open
next to her.

   "Well, Julie darling, if YOU'RE not going to, I guess I may as well
start this on my own."

   With that, she parted her long, slender legs and gazed down at her own
cunt as it hovered just above the edge of the unmade bed.  For a few
seconds, nothing happened, except that Susan would occasionally let her
fingers tease at her erect clitoris or let her fingers run momentarily
through the crevice between her labia and her thighs.

   Then, without warning, Susan felt her urethra force itself open.  A
long, bright stream wiz twisted and rained down onto the carpet below.  The
first of Susan's golden shower reached the ground with a soft, pattering
sound that reverberated gently upwards as her piss ruined the expensive
carpet.

   Julie could scarcely believe her own eyes.  Her mother's twisting stream
of scalding, amber piss squirted forcefully away from the soaking,
engorged, quivering labia that were now on open display in front of young
Julie.

   Eventually, of course, the soft hissing noise it made was simply too
much for the young girl, and Julie resumed her own toileting process
without so much as even thinking about it.  Her young, pink, virginal lips
immediately parted as her pee hole yawned itself gracefully open, and,
within moments, a second shower was flowing down to cover the bedroom
carpet in puddles of wreaking, amber-colored piss.

   They sat in complete silence, golden streams squirting out and away from
each of their beautiful, aroused cunts and into a wonderfully soggy mess on
the floor near their nude feet.  Susan was completely and entirely
entranced by her own bodily function - the shooting, splattering shower of
dull yellow soddening the carpet before her; as such, Susan's eyes wandered
neither from her swollen private parts, nor from the hot, liquid
gorgeousness emanating from within them even once.  Her expression was one
of near-orgasmic rapture as she looked herself over greedily.

   Julie, on the other hand, simply could not make up her mind where to
look.  This was certainly not unusual (A.D.D.  stricken as she was), and,
as it was always wont to do, her attention jerked without logic from her
own squirting, frothing piss-geiser to her mother's and then back again
several times.  On the floor below them, their joint toilet had by this
point caused a massive dark stain to emerge from the depths of the soaking,
wreaking carpet.  Even still, though: neither of them seemed to care, nor
did either show any sign of finishing with her respective floor-toilet
session; the floor was each woman's personal urinal now, and the
naughtiness was getting them both uber-hot-and-bothered, to say fucking
least of it.

   Julie's tap ran dry first.  Her pink lips sealed again as she finished
pissing.  Julie admired own freshly sealed anatomy for a moment, and then
looked up at her mother.

   Susan's piss gush continued for another few moments before it started to
trail off and wilt.  With what could be called a "shit-eating-grin" affixed
firmly to her pretty face, Susan reigned in her stream before finishing
with one last forceful squirt of piss out of her pussy.  In doing so, she
managed to get her jetting piss stream to fall even further than it had
just previously, thus staining a fresh patch of carpet with her hot,
wreaking tinkle.

   "Wow, mom." Julie was beyond stunned.  "That...that was fucking
great..."

   "Well, I suppose it *was* rather fun, wasn't it?" Susan winked at her,
"You know, I haven't done something *that* naughty since I was nigh your
age.  I'd forgotten how much fun it is!"

   "For real, mom?  You used to do this, too?"

   Susan nodded slyly.

   Julie ogled at her mother's nudity, taking in every last detail of
Susan's small, perfectly proportioned breasts, the smooth skin running down
her belly to the mesmerizing image of her Barbie-Doll-esque mons pubis. 
And just blow it was...oh God!  A shiver of ecstasy rolled down Julie's
entire back.  The wonderfully pornographic image she just witnessed - that
hosing, tumbling, shower of pee bursting forth from the base of Susan's
moistened vag - still loomed strong in the adolescent's mind's eye.

   Susan propped herself upwards with her arms.  "You pass me that bottle
of mineral water, and I'll tell you all about it.  After all, it's about
time we spent some quality time together."

   Susan moved to the end of the bed now, her back being supported by the
headrest.  Parting her legs wide, she made no effort to hide her womanhood
from her daughter's gazing, greedy, pale-blue eyes.

   Julie, in turn, adopted a similar bodily position, her legs overlapping
her mother's.  Her traced again over the mound of her still-growing, left
breast delicately as her pale-pink nipples began throb themselves erect
with an exquisite ache.  With her other hand, she let her finger tips tease
- just barely - above her stiffened, enlarged clit.

   Susan smiled at this.  If her daughter wasn't even embarrassed enough to
stop herself from jilling off in front of her own mother, why should she
be?

   But, very suddenly, Julie stopped, "Well?" she said incredulously.

   "Well what, darling?"

   "Well, tell me a nasty story, mommy!"

   She grinned another wicked grin, "With pleasure, my dear, with
pleasure!"
   TO BE CONTINUED.