In Chapter 1 I recounted how my cousin discovered me drinking her pee from her piss pot, and how she subsequently developed a taste for mine. In this chapter I describe how I got to drink my Aunty's pee as well.
Chapter 2. I drink my Aunt's pee.
Next morning Di and her mom said they were going shopping and did I want to go as well. I said I'd be fine on my own. I'd had my morning drink of Di's pee, and planned on having a long slow wank on her bed wearing her panties.
As soon as they were out the front door I thought I'd have a look at Aunty's undies to see if anything fitted better than Di's, but I saw her potty under the bed with pee still in it. Like when I saw Di's for the first time, my heart started pounding, and I felt dizzy with excitement.
Should I? Why not. I sat on her bed and lifted the potty to my nose. It smelt much stronger than Di's, I dipped my finger in and tasted it. It tasted much stronger than Di's too, saltier, more bitter. But it was a woman's pee and I had to try it. I took a mouthful and swirled it round to get more flavour. At that moment the front door opened and Auntie flew in. "I forgot my mobile." she said as she came into her room. She saw me with potty to mouth, and just gaped at me. I turned bright red, unable to move or talk. The dear lady said "Don't worry, I do that too, but I have to go now before Di comes in. We Will Talk Later."
Oh God, what on earth was she going to say to me. Would she tell my mom? But hadn't she said not to worry, that she did it too? Did she drink her own pee, or my Uncle's, I wondered. I lay back on her bed, slipped a pair of her panties on, and, sipping her pee, had a good long slow wank. It looked like I now had two pee girls to keep me happy. But how to keep them from knowing about each other?
They got back late afternoon, but I stayed on the deck pretending to read until supper. During supper Jean went out to the privy, and I went after she had come back.
"I've left something for you under the sink." she whispered. "Oh my, pee with dinner. Doesn't get better than that." I thought. I went out to the privy, peed, and found a still warm glass of her urine under the sink. I didn't have too much time to savor it, so I downed it in one go. It tasted better than the morning's drink, less bitter. I was desperate for a wank, but didn't have time, so it would have to wait for bedtime.
I went back inside, and excused myself after supper to have an early night.
Next morning Jean sent Di shopping so that we could have That Talk.
"So you like pee and potties?"
"Yes, but I don't know why, just that I want to drink a woman's urine. I've had Di's as well as yours you know, but she doesn't know, so please don't tell her. I love the idea that I'm drinking something from a woman's body. Something that comes from a special place, something that has all the natural hormones and flavours that are the essence of a woman. It's as if she's nurturing me with something precious from her own body. Leaving potties full of pee sitting around was just too much temptation for me. But I'm glad you both did. And I feel so blessed that you would share it with me."
"I know how you feel about it." Jean said, "I like drinking it too."
"Do you drink Uncle's pee?"
