Jon slid to the floor, legs spread wide in utter ecstasy. His ass and ball dropped directly into the still warm puddle of his mother’s piss. It sloshed forward and pooled around his thighs. Sticking to his hairy legs and balls, Jon was coated and anointed in his mother’s heavenly and fragrant urine. He was in such a state of erotic bliss he did not care that the door was ajar. He desperately hoped his mother would walk back in on him, he fantasized about sitting out in public as he was: naked body covered in salty yellow. A heavy soiled thong drapped across his eyes and mouth. Dripping golden nectar onto his tounge. He wrung her panties into his mouth and began drinking her salty piss. Jon wanted to sit in the middle of shopping mall, with a sign above his head for all to see that he was a nasty pervert. That he was sucking his mother’s panties dry, that he was licking clean the thick brown streak along her thong that had just caressed his mother’s girthy shithole. Jon wanted his mother to know that he wanted to be her thong. He wanted his nose to be planted along and in his mother’s wrinkled butthole, that his mouther Jennifer would make Jon serve as her urinal—all day, and all night.
Jon was overcome with this nasty fantasy, of submitting to his mother Jennifer both in the home and outside, he was so week in the legs for finally having before him, and plopped on his face. His mother’s panties that he just didn’t care anymore. He furiously began to stroke his cock praying that his mother would catch him, that he’d be disciplined for being the incestuous pervert that he was, for years of fantasizing about his mother. For the countless times as a child he’d listen to her getting fucked and stroke his cock. Jon wanted his mother to walk in on him. And see for herself that her son was sliding his hand up and down his thick cock, and or Jennifer to know that all these years her son Jon had been drooling over the thought of her, of her pussy, of her getting fucked by every guy in town. Know that her son Jon had licked every inch of her dildos and that he’d pray each time that they might still be slick with her pussy or streaked with her anus. All these thought over came Jon as he sat in the bathroom, sat in a warm but cooling puddle of his own mother’s nectar, sat drinking every last drop of her piss from her panties. He couldn’t hold it anymore and began lobbing thick white ropes of cum all over himself, the floor and toilet. His fat cock glugged out jet after jet of cum. He had never been so horny before, never been so overcome by sexual depravity. In those moments he wanted to transform into his mother’s slave. It was utter bliss, the highest orgasm of all time, the nastiest he’d ever been because his years of dirty hoping had come true.
Has the last drops of cum hung and fell from his quivering and sagging cock, Jon soon quickly became self aware. Aware of what he’d just done, embarrassingly aware that he’d just lost all self control, that the dirty desire he’d always hidden had just been carelessly all let go. The door was halfway open, Jennifer could have walked by, she could still walk by any second and he was still laying in her yellow puddle, still had his mother’s panties stuffed inside his mouth!
Jon quickly jumped up and scrambled to get himself together. He quickly tried wiping the bathroom down of all the globs of cum he had sprayed. He tossed his mother’s panties back to the floor. Jon wrapped himself in a nice plush cotton towel and darted for his door. On his way out he could see that his mother’s door was open and he worried if she had spotted him. If she had discovered that her son was a dirty piss loving, incest obsessed boy. He darted into his room and closed the door behind him. Pacing around his room hoping she had not seen him, praying that he would never do this again if he wasn’t caught. That he would change his ways if his mother Jennifer would just please, please not have just witnessed his nastiness.
Had Jon not hurried from the bathroom to his own bedroom, he might-might have caught a glimpse of something that would have stopped his heart.
After leaving the bathroom Jennifer had coolly walked into her own room and purposely left her door ajar while she began to partake in her own nastiness.
Overcome with wicked perversion that she had just a) seen her son and his languid drooping cock swing right before her eyes, that she’d seen it swell and lengthen into a throbbing dong. B) That she had essentially just spread her ass for her son. Even though it was only for a few seconds the dirty little thought that she had on purpose wanted her son Jon to get a brief eye-full of her hairy pussy and her brown eye. And it turned Jennifer on to voyeur he box and anus in front of her only son. To know that her son with his own eyes was looking right at her own butt hole sent shivers down her spine, down into the greasy anus she was thinking about. She was flush with excitement that she had just “accidentally” presented her blooming brown rose almost as close as a foot from her son’s surprised face. She was jolted with horny thoughts of just pushing back and planting a brown round smooch on her son’s face. Jennifer was overcome with the same shaking ecstasy of perverted joy that her son had just lost himself to. She hadn’t been aware of what Jon was doing in the bathroom. She had no idea that just behind her, her son sat with a pile of her piss on his face.
She had be presently fighting back waves of nasty thought. Of wondering if her son could tell that she semi by accident, semi maybe by sheer wicked desire had just shot hot jets of yellow piss toward her son. Jennifer wondered if Jon had essentially caught her slipping into a hidden dark fantasy of hers. She was reeling with this surge of kinky fetish joy that she sort of became under command of her inner nasty thoughts.
Jennifer had always been a slut, and her desire to suck cocks- to be fucked- to dildo her pussy and ass had always come from something inside her that would suggest “just do it”. Now that voice inside her was telling her, more and more forcefully “do it. Do it now” and because her hairy and hanging lipped cunt was dripping with excitement she decided She was going to follow her nasty desires command. She was going to carefully and deliberately turn her son into her slave.
With her door ajar she began the first step her nasty plan. At every move she fantasized about her son Jon. And the first taste she had subjected him to of obeying and worshiping her cunt, anus, and command. She knew that he harbored some juvenile desires for her, now she was going to exploit them and make Jon pay. With her collection of dildos spread before her on her bed, Jennifer carefully picked up her long string of anal beads, and, with one foot propped on her bed- with her ass and wide asshole pointed towards the open door she began inserting, one by one the purple rubber balls into her butthole. Hoping that her son was watching Jennifer did this slowly and securely placed each one deep into her ass by pushing her two fingers in behind each ball.
When she’d finished she looked seductively over her left shoulder, hoping to catch her soon watching his mother, watching her oak-brown shit-hole swallow anal beads one by own. As if, she were in reverse conducting the ultimate taboo for her son to watch. But alas he was not there. Disappointed, but still surging with wicked thrill, Jennifer pulled on her bathing suit- a blue one piece and pulled the thong of it deep into her ass crack. But looking into the mirror she saw that the gussest wasn’t thin enough. She wanted it to merely vertically cross her swallowing girth of an asshole. She wanted it to nestle into one of the many creases of her winkled anus and to contine across her pussy allowing for her dense bush of pubes to poke out from it’s side. Not for it to be on full display, but for it to seem like by accident her swatch of black hairs peeked out from the strap of a thong for her son to stumble upon and see. As if gazing at a slip that displayed a forbidden sight.
She decided that she’d check her daughter’s room for a skinnier thong, maybe a bikini. That way she could tease her son with a display of her motherly mature bush, and an impossible access to her now stuffed anus. She exited her room and strolled down the hall nude- past her son’s closed door and into her daughter Meredith’s room.
There she searched her drawers for the right thong. Trying on several and leaving them tossed about the floor and upon her daughter’s bed, Jennifer finally found a semi sheer white bikini that held her large but slightly sagging jugs and did not conceal the contrast of tan to milky white that encased her silver dollar-sized burgundy dark nipples. Jennifer tugged upon the bikini top so that a shade of her areolas peeked above the cloth-as if by accident they had barley fallen into view. Even under the top itself the mauve silhouette of her nipples softly were on display.
Looking down at her covered crotch Jennifer could make out the faint dense dark patch of her pubes. Sprouting around the gauzey white triangle were tiny tufts of black hairs. A few peeked above the top of her thong. Almost hidden by her thighs but lustily uncovered were the outer edges of her damp pussy lips, the narrow patches of soft skin that ran just along the dark lips. These perverse patches of slightly buldging outer lips were exposed and they were peppered with the outer edges of her black bush. With her legs closed they could not be seen, but with them open- and the right angle they were on fully display. Tapering down towards a darker and more heavily hair patch of skin- her “gooch” as she had heard it called. Until finally the thong tapered into a ½ inch thine band that sat deeply wedged into the creases of her roughly 3 inch wide brown monster of an anus. It too was hairy, but she often shaved it so as to show of it’s full greasy girth to any of the various men she was a slut for. And now, with a barley visible purple rubber cord dangling from its creased center. Jennifer’s anus was pulsing with excitement to serve her son.
Or should Jennifer rephrase- her anus was nearly ready for her son Jon to serve it. She was so overcome with desire that she nearly came thinking about how badly she wanted to and was about to fulfill her filthy fantasy of becoming her son’s incest mistress mom.

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