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Catching Mom (m/F, inc, ws)
By PG Woods (c) 1989
**
Peggy looked around carefully. She had to piss, piss
badly, and the house was too far away. She was one of
those women who, when they had to piss, had to piss
immediately. When she had to hold it in, she became
acutely uncomfortable, and much to her embarrassment,
had pissed into her pants at certain times.
She was in the vegetable garden, and it would have been
easy to piss if she had been wearing a dress. But she
was wearing jeans, tight jeans. Johnny was in the house,
but he could be looking out of a window at her. She knew
he did that often, peeking at her when he felt he could
get away with it. She had not minded his looking, he was
young, curious. She would rather have him peek at her
than sneak around trying to peek at other women or
little girls, maybe getting himself in trouble.
She had always been careful not to wear anything that
might excite his young emotions, always careful how she
sat or walked about the house. She never wore her
nightgown in front of him. Her nightgowns weren't
designed for the eyes of a young boy.
She examined the house carefully, trying to see if
Johnny was in a window.
She couldn't see clearly because of the sun. She felt as
if she was going to piss in her jeans any time. She felt
a bit of piss dribble into her pants.
"Oh, shit!" she moaned, knowing she was going to piss
whether Johnny was watching or not.
She stood, a slight blush on her lovely face and opened
her jeans. She quickly pulled the zipper, and shoving
her jeans and panties down, squatted.
From his bedroom window, Johnny was indeed peeking.
He caught a brief flash of the thick hair on his
mother's cunt, and then her body was down. But to his
delight, his mother wasn't hidden. He could see right
down a neat row of vegetables.
He watched his mother part her thighs, holding her jeans
and panties out of the way. He could see the hair of her
cunt, but was too far away to see her pussy clearly. He
did see, however, the golden piss as it streamed out.
The sun glinted and made her piss sparkle. His cock
strained at his summer shorts, and he pulled the leg of
them away. His young cock thrust forward, his cockhead
achingly swollen. He gripped his cock hard, his eyes
straining to watch his mother piss.
Relief moved over Peggy's face as she pissed.
At the moment, she didn't care who could see her. It
felt so good to piss. She sighed, leaning over her
knees, watching her hot piss out of her cunt and pool on
the ground. There was something, a tiny something that
excited her. She couldn't see her cunt, but only the
thick curls of it. She could see the stream arcing out
of her pussy, and felt an odd tingle move along her
naked ass flesh.
She looked down, puzzled. She didn't know why it
suddenly excited her. She had never felt excited about
taking a piss before, only relief. She could feel
something like an impending orgasm in her cunt. The
sensation seemed to be increasing, and she was pissing
hard and strong.
She leaned as far over as she could, and still keep her
balance, trying desperately to see her cunt, wondering
what was happening to her.
"Ooooh!" she cried out softly as a mild orgasm suddenly
caused her cunt to contract. The stream of hot piss
stopped, and as the convulsions of orgasm whipped
through her pussy, it came out in short, quick spurts,
making a hissing sound that seemed erotic, thrilling.
"Ohhh, my God!"
Johnny had lifted the window, and in his excitement,
leaned out in an effort to see his mother's cunt. He was
gripping his cock as hard as he could, his eyes
straining. He still couldn't see his mother's pussy, but
the sun made her spurting piss glint like gold. With a
grunt, he spurted cum juice across the wall beneath the
window.
Then Peggy saw her son.
A flush crept over her face, knowing he could see her
cunt. But she couldn't stand. She was still pissing now
that her orgasm was over. She stared right at him,
unable to do anything. She just squatted and pissed,
watching her son as he leaned out of the window and
looked at her.
After what seemed like hours, Peggy finished. But her
son was still leaning out and boldly looking at her. She
couldn't stand up because he would see her pants were
down; see her cunt before she could pull them up. Yet he
could see her cunt if she kept squatting, too.
With a tremor, she stood. She gripped her jeans, but
they slipped from her hands. With an embarrassed cry,
she grabbed, but it was too late. She knew her son had
seen her, naked between her waist and knees. Finally
grabbing her pants in a grip, she jerked them upward,
her panties twisting and balling inside the crotch of
her jeans.
Johnny had seen. He saw the fan-shape of his mother's
cunt hair and his cock had swollen into a powerful
hardness once more.
Peggy, getting her jeans fastened, turned her back to
her son in shyness, pulling at the zipper. Her panties
weren't on right, and they were uncomfortable, but she
wasn't going to slide her jeans down and adjust them
with her son watching.
Johnny stared at the shape of his mother's ass. Her
jeans were very tight, and it was almost as if she had
nothing on. Her asscheeks were compact, round and firm,
swelling in a tantalizing manner.
He began to rub his fist back and forth on his cock.
Peggy, still feeling embarrassed, finished quickly with
her gardening, and leaving the tools there, moved
nervously toward the garage. She was sure she could feel
her son's eyes following her, but she was afraid to
look.
In fact, Johnny was not watching his mother now. He was
sitting on the edge of his bed, legs spread open,
pumping his fist franticly up and down his cock. He had
pulled the crotch of his shorts to one side; letting his
young balls dangle out. They swung as he jacked off, his
fist jerking furiously. Mouth was gaping and he was
gasping, his eyes watching the swollen head of his cock.
Peggy washed up in the garage, still feeling slightly
embarrassed about pissing in the garden with Johnny
seeing. There was a shaking in her legs, and she
couldn't understand the unusual heat between her thighs.
Her panties seemed balled up in the crotch of her jeans,
pressing almost into her pussy.
She could feel her clit, swollen hard, pressing at the
rough seam of her jeans. She noticed her hands shook as
she washed them.
The shirt she wore was tied beneath her tits, and now
was loose, but she wasn't paying any attention to it.
She was seeing the expression on her son's face as he
watched her taking a piss.
She had not seen disgust there; she had seen blatant
lust, excitement, and desire.
Suddenly she stood upright.
She had come once before when she pissed.
It had happened when she was still married. It happened
on the side of a road when she and her husband were
traveling, and he had seen her piss. She had come then,
but forgotten about it. Slumping against the wall, she
wondered what was happening to her. Her cunt was
throbbing, her hairy cunt-lips painfully swollen, and
her clit felt as if it was going to explode. The
sensations were unbelievable. The feelings were
fantastic, better than any feelings she ever experienced.
The shirt beneath her tits came loose, and it hung
open, her bra showing. She started to put her hand on
her cunt, and drew it away quickly; afraid she would
come if she touched it, no matter how lightly.
But she came anyway.
Peggy came as in her mind she saw her son leaning out
the window and watching her piss.
The very mental image of him watching her piss caused
her to come!
Gathering strength, she left the garage and walked into
the house. She was going to confront her son. She could
not let him keep peeking at her. It wasn't good for him,
and it wasn't good for her. She had to stop it now.
She opened her son's closed door and stepped in. Then
froze.
Johnny was sitting on the edge of his bed, jacking off
frantically, his eyes blazing and unseeing, still
staring at the head of his swollen cock.
Determination left Peggy as she stared.
She saw his fist going up and down on his throbbing
hard-on, his young balls swinging back and forth, his
legs very wide. The feeling of orgasm seemed to boil
between her thighs again, stronger than ever. She
clutched her hands into tight fists unable to take her
eyes off his cock and balls. Her tits felt painful in
the confines of her bra. She was not yet aware that her
shirt was open. She gazed mesmerized at her son's cock,
at his swollen cockhead, watching his piss hole flare,
seeing the wetness there.
Peggy was unaware she was moving, walking closer. Her
eyes never left his cock. She wasn't aware that she
stood before her son, or that he had finally lifted his
eyes to her. She wasn't aware that he was gazing at her
bra, seeing the creamy fullness of her tits about to
burst from the cups. The only thing she was aware of was
his cock, the head so smooth and swollen.
Johnny made a swallowing sound as he stared at his
mother's bra. His cock seemed to bulge from his fist. He
wasn't pumping now, but squeezing at his cock as hard as
he could.
Peggy's legs shook, and she slowly dropped to her
knees, her eyes staring hungrily at her son's prick and
dangling balls. She placed her hands on his thighs,
feeling the heat of his flesh on her palms. She made a
soft sobbing sound and stroked her hands up Johnny's
thighs slowly. Johnny removed his fist from his cock,
watching his mother with hot eyes. His cock stuck
straight up from his crotch.
Peggy stopped the movements of her hands when she
reached her son's crotch.
The tips of her fingers were very, very close to his
balls and cock, and she could feel the intense heat
radiating from them. She gazed at his swollen cockhead,
his wet piss hole, his hairless but full-looking balls.
She was breathing in short gasps, her lips parted,
nostrils flaring. The lips of her cunt felt ready to rip
the seams of her jeans, her clit excitingly smashed
there. She felt a shiver flow through her body, a shiver
that caused her full tits to quiver.
"Oh, God!" she moaned in a soft, thick sound. "Oh, my
God!"
Her right fist darted about ha son's cock, her left
cupping his steaming balls. The feel of them almost made
her come. She clung to his hanging balls and began to
jack on his cock, her fist very tight. Johnny moaned and
leaned back, watching his mother's fist pounding his
cock, his eyes darting from her hand to her cupped tits.
He lifted his hips, arcing his cock upward, moaning with
pleasure.
Peggy's eyes gleamed with heat, showing her excitement.
She pumped up and down, twisting at his tender balls.
She made soft sounds, hissing and cooing and sobbing.
Her ass swayed as the exquisite heat grew between her
legs. Her bunched panties felt as if they were sliding
into her cunt, her clit aching against the seam of her
jeans. '
"Oh, yes!" she whispered. "Yes, yes!"
Johnny didn't know what his mother meant, nor did he
care. He was twisting his hips about, lifting his ass;
fucking into his mother's fist, up and down, ready to
explode and seed gushes of hot come juice out of his
young balls again.
"Please!" Peggy whispered mindlessly, her fist pounding
fast and vigorously on her son's cock. "Please...oh,
please!"
Johnny made a gulping sound. Thick come juice boiled
from his prick.
Peggy's eyes filled with tears as she gasped excitedly,
watching the white, creamy come juice spew from his
piss-hole. It flew high, then splashed back down over
her gripping fist. The feel of it seemed to raise
blisters on her flesh. She held his balls tightly,
feeling them writhe as they emptied. Each throb of his
spurting cock sent a rippling tingle down to her cunt.
She kept making hissing sounds as she jacked him off,
staring hypnotically at the gush of his young come juice
splashing about her hand and wrist, his upper thighs and
on his shorts.
She clung to his cock and watched if deflate, grow soft
in her hand. When it was small, she released it. Wiping
her hand on her hip, she then saw the glistening come
juice on the wall beneath his window. She gazed at it,
then lifted her eyes to her son's face for the first
time since she entered his room.
Johnny's face showed nothing but delight. He was
grinning down at her.
Peggy returned his grin, nervously.
"Is it better?" she whispered.
"That's much better, Mom," he said, his voice shaky.
Peggy didn't understand why she was talking this way
with her son, she only knew she felt a compulsion to
do it. She had to come. Her cunt was tortured. She was
aware that her shirt was open now, and didn't care.
Drawing her knees up, she squatted in front of her son,
her eyes moving from the mess just below the window to
his still-exposed cock and balls. The come juice
glistened on his thighs and shorts, and she parted her
knees.
Sliding a hand down one thigh, she cupped her cunt and
pressed, moaning softly as the tingle increased. Her
left hand lifted, and she cupped one of her bra-covered
tits, then began to rub at her cunt. She could feel the
heat of her cunt burning through her jeans and bunched-
up panties.
Peggy felt lewd, very lewd.
Spreading her knees wide, rubbing at her cunt through
her jeans and squeezing her tits, she stared at her son's
revealed cock and balls, the come juice on his flesh.
She wiggled her ass, and began to moan as pleasure
swirled about her pussy. Her eyes glazed, her lips
parted. She could barely see her son's cock now. Her
eyes were open, but hazed with passion.
"Ohhh, God!" she whispered. "Ohhh, Johnny!"
The orgasm exploded, her body shaking violently as she
crushed her palm into her cunt. Her hand left her tit
and she clutched at her son's cock and balls, squeezing
them tightly, her eyes slitted as she came. Sobbing
sounds of ecstasy bubbled from her throat.
As soon as she felt the strength, Peggy stood up. She
looked down at her son for a long time, then with a
shudder, turned and walked from his room. Johnny watched
his mother's ass sway as she left.
Peg went to her room quickly, stripping her shirt and
bra off and tossing them onto her bed, then she peeled
her jeans and panties from her hips and legs. She tossed
them onto the bed, too, then went into her bathroom. She
filled the tub with water as hot as she could stand it,
pouring in bath oils.
As she felt the hot water close about her, she tried to
understand why she had done that with her son. She had
no answer. All she knew was the compulsion to stroke his
cock and balls had been too powerful to resist, and she
loved it.
She became so hot herself when she peed; she had to rub
at her cunt, with him watching her display of greedy
rapture.
She felt good, very good, for the first time since her
divorce. She wasn't going to try and understand what she
had done, or why her son always tried to peek at her.
She wasn't going to try and make any sense out of the
way she felt while pissing in the garden, with her son
hanging out his bedroom window watching. She wasn't
going to try and understand the heat between her thighs
and that wild, uncomfortable desire to jack off and then
to rub her-self to an orgasm.
THE END