"Tell me, Son," urged the woman. "Tell mother all about it."
The boy continued. "I'm sitting in the tub with the water about half full. Then, this beautiful woman climbs in with me. She's really stacked with great, big boobies, narrow waist, and an enormous ass. Her legs are terrifically shaped, too. And what a cunt! It's look delicious enough to eat. And that's, what I want to do. But first... First," and the boy began to mumble incoherently. His face blazed crimson-colored.
"Go on," the understanding old woman urged. "First... you want to do... what? What do you want to do when that beautiful, naked woman climbs into the tub with you? Tell me, darling."
With his hand still clutching his reddening pecker, the boy blurted out. "Piss on me. I want that beautiful broad to unload her beautiful cunt all over me... all over my face. Oh, Mom, it would feel so great. All that hot, sensuous piss hitting my thin, and sensitive facial tissues. What an excitement!"
At first, the motherly old woman was silent. Then she replied, "What you want is abnormal, Son. Abnormal and disgusting. You must be cured."
The boy looked as though he was about to burst into tears. "I know it mommy," he replied. "But what can I do. Every time, I go to jack off, I don't think of normal boy-girl stuff like the other kids do. The first thing that races through my mind is the piss-on thing. I want to be cured. But how?" his voice rose to a wail. "How?"
The mother came to a decision. "It's up to me to cure your son before you grow any older and become a pervert."
"But how?" the boy wailed. "How can you cure me. This vision in my mind is so strong. Even now, I want to jack off with the thought of the piss-on before my eyes."
The old woman started to disrobe. "I'll have to do it, Son. I'll have to give you a piss-on in that way, once you get drenched with all that terrible smelly urine, you'll be cured once and for all. Never, again will you have such disgusting fantasies."
The boy thought a while. "Yeses," he finally sighed. "Perhaps, you're right, mommy. Cure me once and for all. But how?" he wanted to know. "How are you going to cure me of wanting a great, big piss-on?"
"By giving you one," the old woman exclaimed with much emphasis. "By squatting over your face, and letting loose with every ounce of piss in my bladder. Once you feel all that hot, steamy pee from my hot, steamy cunt, you'll never want to do such a disgusting thing again."
Confronted at last with an opportunity to receive a woman's piss all over his face, the boy hesitated. "Are you sure it will be all right?" he asked. "I mean you won't hurt me will you mommy?" he asked. The length of his pecker began to shorten. The tissues grew a bit softer.
"Take your clothes off," the woman told her masturbating son. "I'll do likewise, and give it to you in the tub."
The boy stood up and looked at his mother with startled and yet excited eyes. Clearly, he had never seen his mother in the nude before. "But I'll see you without any clothes on, mommy," he said. "Will that be right? Won't that be incest?"
The woman continued to disrobe and she removed her clothes in such a hurry, it was also clear she could hardly wait to expose herself in front of her son. "No," she said as she pulled off her dress. "It's only called incest when I fuck you. All I'm going to do is piss on you. Just looking at my cunt won't do you any harm. Maybe it'll do you some good. It'll cure you of your shameful habits."
Accustomed to obeying his mother, the boy stood up, and proceeded to disrobe. During this period, his cock still remained semi-rigid but when he stepped out of his clothes completely and exposed his totally nude body to his mother, the peter stood up again.
The gray-haired woman stepped out of her panties and revealed herself nude to the bulged eyes of her teenage son. Despite her age, she was still stacked with plenty of tits, a shapely body and big, fleshy buttocks. The hairs around her cunt were salt and pepper-colored. It was clear that she, too, was in a state of excitement. Her clitoris stood up and resembled a miniature dick. The thick lips of cunt were red and slightly apart revealing the soft, oystery flesh in the valley of fuck. From the way her eyes sparkled, it was obvious, she was excited and could hardly wait to ball her own son. However, the initial act was going to be a piss-on.
Filling the tub half-full of water, the boy sat down, and the woman squatted over his face. Looking up, the young fellow was confronted by the distended lips of cunt, the hairs and his mother's lower belly.
"Should I close my eyes?" he asked in a hushed and excited voice.
The woman smiled down at her son. "Wouldn't you like to kiss my cunt, first?" she asked. "A great big kiss before I start to leak love juice all over you?"
"Yeses," the boy hissed, and slid both hands under the cheeks of his mother's ass. One finger found its way deep inside her asshole and he forced her body closer to his mouth. His lips and nose disappeared inside the tangle of cunty hairs. His tongue darted out and speared the cleft.
"Ahhhh," the old woman burbled. "You'll make some lucky woman a good cunt lapper."
After kissing his mother's cunt for about five minutes, the boy's head rolled back and he closed his eyes. "All right, mommy," he said in a hushed but excited voice. "I'm ready. Ready for the piss-on."
Looking down at her son with his face held backwards, the woman smiled a lusty smile and relaxed the muscles of her bladder. One, single drop of urine dropped through the pee-hole and bounced off his chin. The feel of this hot, drop of cunt liquid thrilled him for he shivered.
"More," he begged. "Give me more of your hot piss, mommy dear."
His request was instantly obeyed. Following the path of the first drop a torrent of golden, sizzling hot cunt-pee splashed through the cuntal orifice and drenched the upthrust face of the young boy. The moment the flow commenced, the boy's hard-on grew stiffer, more pronounced, more perfectly angled for the fuck. Grasping the penile shaft, the boy commenced to stroke it back and forth at a furious speed.
"Oh mommy," he squealed. "Feels so good. Your hot cunny piss feels so fuckingly good. More," he yapped in a loud voice. "Don't let it stop just yet. Give me more. So hot," he cried. "Gonna come. Gonna shoot out a big one. More," he continued to whine in a high, nasal pitch.
The woman squeezed her bladder to milk out every possible drop of the love liquid which she gave her son so willingly. And she didn't spray it exclusively over his face. She kept on rotating her hips to let the stuff bounce off his chest, his throat, and even as far back as his penis. When the flow splashed over his turgid dick, he screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Oh wow," he yelled. "Does it ever feel good over my prick," and he stroked at an even faster rate of speed.
Looking back over her shoulder, the woman admonished her son. "Don't blow out, yet," she warned. "I've got another use for that stiff one."
When she finally stopped pissing, her intentions for the boy's cock crystalized. Moving backwards, she positioned herself over the cockhead, and then, sank down her still wet and juicy cunt. The head disappeared and so did the remainder of the shaft. Then, she let the weight of her body rest on her son's lower abdoman. His cock was totally sheathed within the scabbord of motherly cunt.
"What are you going to do, mommy?" the boy asked through clenched teeth. Clearly he was having a difficult time in restraining the juices of cock from overflowing the eye on the head.
"Fuck," his mother told him. "I'm going to fuck you good, Son. That's the only way to cure your masturbating all over the toilet seat every day. From now on, whenever you get a bone on, you fuck your mommy and don't waste it with a hand job."