Golden Girl 3

Some nights, you have sex. And some nights, you Have Sex.

Either is a-okay, in your books. But capital-S Sex requires pre-booking, kink negotiation, and planning, so when you come home from work exhausted and wrung out, the last thing you want to do is all that.

She's not disappointed, though she'd made overtures in the morning. "I'll make us dinner, babe," she says smiling.

You're a lucky woman, you know, and luckier still when she presses a kiss to your neck after you've eaten and you're curled on the couch, and asks if she can make you cum.

You chuckle, the bad mood of the day all but faded, only the tiredness lingering. "Yeah, baby, but you don't have to."

"Let me," she says. "It'll help you relax."

She leads you to the bed, walking backwards so she can make her patented 'sexy eyes' at you the whole way. You laugh again and she beams at you. She stops at the linen closet and grabs two towels.

"Um," you ask. "You're the one who squirts, not me. Not that we can't get you off, baby," you add quickly.

She just gives you a wicked smile. "I want you to squirt tonight. Clothes off."

You undress while she folds back the quilt and lays out the towels. "Up," she says. "Wanna taste that pussy."

You oblige; how could you not?

She takes her time kissing you first, making sure to explore every bit of your mouth before she moves to your breasts and licks and kisses and squeezes. You're pushing your hips up, trying to get her to touch your pussy before long. She takes her mouth off your nipple long enough to suck two of her fingers into her mouth before she pushes those fingers inside you and goes right back to your breast.

Pumping her fingers in and out while she suckles at your nipple is normally enough to drive you over the edge, but tonight, there's a funny little mental block. You lie back, eyes closed, and ponder it while you let her work her magic, hoping it's all in your head and you'll be able to finish in a moment.

Then it clicks. "Babe," you murmur, tugging her hair the way you know she likes. "Babe, I gotta pee."

"So?"

"So, off."

"What's the magic word?" she asks, finally pulling away from your tits.

"Please?"

"No," she says, and you see the shift in her eyes. "Your magic word, baby girl."

Baby girl. The name makes your pussy clench on her fingers. You thought you were fooling around, having sex, and here she is calling you 'baby girl' like she does when you two Have Sex and play out a scene.

Suddenly, the vibe shifts. Suddenly, it's a game. One that two minutes ago, you would have said you're too tired for, but the moment she starts it, you're energized and you want it so bad it hurts.

"Mommy," you moan, letting your head drop back to the pillows. You feel your whole body flush and heat up. She chuckles, moving her fingers in you again.

"Your word, baby girl?"

"I know it," you assure her. "Don't wanna say it. Yet."

"Good girl. Think you can cum before Mommy lets you up for the bathroom?"

"Yeah," you say. "Want to."

It's a fun little mind game you've played before, a sort of desperation game where you try to ride her fingers or her strap with a full bladder, letting the pressure inside help tip you over the edge before you run for the ensuite.

She keeps pumping her fingers, but gives you a heated look before she lowers her mouth to your pussy, licking at your clit in little flicks.

You moan in shock. She's never gone down on you with a bladder in need of release before and the extra wetness makes you ache and clench, which sends a ripple through your body. After a moment, she withdraws her fingers, licks them clean, and then lathes up your core with her tongue a few times before pointing it and probing at your urethra.

You bite down on a small scream, only to fail to stop the second one from ripping out of you. "Mommy!"

"What baby, what is it?" she asks, pulling back, looking concerned. "Did I hurt you, baby girl?"

You shake your head, blue eyes wide, and struggle for words. "Feels..."

"Feels what, baby?"

"A lot."

"I'm sorry," she says, covering your left thigh in feather light kisses. "I didn't mean to hurt or scare you, baby girl."

"It's okay," you assure her.

After another moment of kisses, she goes back to eating you out and you hum in pleasure. A moment after that, a thought creeps up on you.

"Um..."

She looks up at you from between your legs, resting her tongue on your clit. When you don't speak right away, she smiles. "Use your words, my darling."

"Can you do it again?"

She chuckles. "I thought it was a lot?"

You cover your eyes.

"Oh, so she's shy," she jokes. "Okay, sweetheart, if you want me to."

Very carefully, she probes at that sensitive opening again. You bite your lip while she explores you with her mouth and every time she travels back to that place, you feel a twitch that moves up into your bladder.

She reaches her hand up and you push your breasts out, knowing she's going to pinch your nipple, but she surprises you, laying her hand flat over your lower belly and pressing in.

You let out a long, sustained groan until she lets up.

"I'm so full," you tell her, a tiny note of urgency creeping into your voice. "Worse than I thought."

She takes her mouth away from your soaked cunt and when she does, there's a line of shiny spit that connects you for a second.

You groan again. "What's the word, baby girl?"

"No," you say, desperate for the praise that comes when you can climax before you need to go to the bathroom.

"Okay," she says, smiling.

She returns to your pussy with her fingers, switching to three so you can feel the stretch. You mumble and groan and move your hips, and just when she touches your clit and you're sure you're on your way, the full-on bladder desperation hits you and your hands clench the towels under you.

"Mommy!"

She doesn't slow down, fucking your pussy with her fingers, she just looks at you expectantly. When you whimper, but bite down on the word she's waiting to hear, she takes her finger off your clit and raps lightly on your stomach again. You feel the vibration through the whole of you, your bladder, your pussy, even your nipples tingle. You're pretty sure you can feel it in your teeth.

"Come on, baby girl," she says. "I don't have all night."

It's a lie, she's fingered you until dawn before and you have no doubts she'd do it again if you asked, but it spurs you on.

You want to clench your thighs together, but of course you can't. The need to pee is overwhelming, but somehow not blocking out any of the pleasure you're feeling. You cant your hips, riding her fingers.

Huge doses of shock, pleasure, and shame mix together a second later when you're sure you're about to cum, and instead a gush of urine leaves your bladder, all over her hand, the towels, yourself, and the bed.

"Baby girl!" she gasps, fingers stilling, eyes going wide.

Tears spring to your eyes and you try to scramble up, but she pins you with a hand on your tummy, pressing sharply. Your bladder clenches painfully and as you clamp down, unwilling to ruin anything else about tonight, though that ship might have sailed.

"Mommy," you whine, not even sure if you can still get away with calling her that. She's about to kick you out of the bed, maybe out of the house. Tears spill over.

"Baby girl," she says again, much softer. "Baby, look at Mommy. Are you all right? Are you hurt?"

You shake your head. Not hurt, just deeply, deeply ashamed.

"Why are you crying, my sweet baby girl?"

"I'm sorry," you manage, trying to curb the hysterics. She's the one who should be hysterical.

But she's not. She looks concerned, looks worried, but it's directed towards you, not her messy hand or pee on the towels. "Don't be sorry, baby. You warned me. I pushed you. How do you feel now? You still need to go? Or are you all better now?"

"Still... have to go." You sniffle, but the tears are slowing.

"Okay baby girl. I'll let you up to go. Unless..."

"Unless?" you say, baffled.

"You still wanna cum, baby girl?"

"But I just..."

"I know."

"You still want to make me cum?" you ask ruefully.

"Hey now," she says sternly. "I will always want to make you cum. Now, does Mommy's baby girl want to cum all pretty?"

It's dirty. It's crazy. She's so fucking hot that it's making your brain tingle.

"Yes," you say.

She fucks into your with three fingers and renewed vigor, and it isn't thirty seconds later your bladder is protesting aggressively.

"Mommy," you say. "I gotta... gotta..."

"Come on, baby, cum for me."

"No, I gotta pee."

"Okay baby, let a little out. You'll feel better." She doesn't stop fucking your pussy.

"But..."

"Your word, baby?"

You know the word. You can say the word any time you want. You've used it in the past, you know she won't be mad. You need to say the word. It's right there. You can't do this, it's not logical.

But your brain and your logic left the party and you're running on instinct and need. You let out a little stream of piss as she stretches your cunt open and rubs circles on your clit.

"God," she moans. "Yes, baby girl, like that. Feel good?"

Of course it feels good. She knows precisely how to fuck you and the relief on your bladder is immediate, though it's not complete.

Your orgasm is mounting, swiftly, and you let out another few drops, clenching down again and feeling the tingle. You can hear how wet and juicy everything sounds, and she's grinning stupidly at you like you hung the stars.

"Show me," she says. And suddenly, you must comply.

Your breath catches in your chest as you tip over that edge, cumming, keening, and letting loose the wave of urine you've been holding back. It's more liquid than any time she's ever squirted, and you can feel the heat of it soaking your thighs and under your ass. It's splattered up her forearms and a big splash of it is soaking into the front of her tee shirt. There's even a drop on the lens of her glasses.

Her grin hasn't faded.

"Messy," she chides, not with any real heat. "Baby girl, that was the hottest thing you've ever done."

Five minutes ago, you were on the verge of bawling and moving out. Now, she's praising you and pulling your wet, pliant body into her lap and kissing your neck.

"You did so good. Damn, Mommy's so proud of you."

You feel your face heating with her words.

"Come on, my golden girl. Let's get you cleaned up."