(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a very graphic story, with farting, piss-drinking, cum-sharing and a dominant older woman, so you've been warned. If this appeals to you, please enjoy. If it does NOT, please do NOT keep reading. If this sort of thing isn't to your liking, don't read it expecting it to be and then complain about it in comments, there are tons of other stories on this marvelous site where you will find something you DO like! Thank you).
Susan O'Malley had just gotten back from the gym, after working her hot and hard 65-year-old body to a sweaty frenzy, staying for two solid hours and consuming at least a gallon of water, to offset dehydration but more importantly, to suit her sexual needs.
Susan, a beautiful blonde with stunning body for a woman her age, loved sharing her golden juices with others, young or old, female or male. And preferably related. Not long ago, she'd dominated a local boy, Brett Hannigan, a shy 19-year-old young man, whose mother, Laura, found out about their unholy wet tryst. Enraged and ashamed, the 37-year-old confronted the elderly woman with her discovery and herself soon became a victim of Susan's pissy ways, at first aghast and resistant, but soon devolving into a willing, humiliated victim.
Susan had sent Laura on her way with the edict that both she and her boy return to her. And today, with a bursting bladder and muscular old body ripe with sweat and stink, seemed a good a time as any. Particularly when she spotted the mother and son out for a stroll in the early evening, one street over from her own. She pulled up her car and the pair stopped dead in their tracks.
"Lovely night for a walk, you two," Susan growled, beckoning them over.
"Uh, hi, Mrs. O'Malley," Brett stammered, his nervous mother at his side, looking anywhere but at the smiling blonde at the wheel.
"C'mere, Brett," Susan hissed, curling a finger his way, the boy shuffling to the window.
Immediately, the stench of sweat hit him, at once foul and exciting, causing his cock to stiffen in his jeans. He went red in the face as his mother came to his side, protectively but unsure.
"Uh, Mrs. O'Malley, I don't think..I mean after all that's happened...what I mean is, Brett and I don't think..." she mumbled.
"Oh, did you not tell him you came to see me that day?" Susan smiled.
"Uh, yes, I did, but there was no need to go into, uh, details...."
"Details like how you became MY piss slave, too?" she giggled, reaching for Laura's t-shirt and pulling her into the window, the younger woman's nose wrinkling at the stench. "And how you drank my pee, licked my filthy pussy and asshole, ate my farts, and couldn't stop cumming from all that? Did you? Huh?"
Laura shook her head, tears in her eyes as Brett's eyes widened at the disclosure.
"Mom..I...I didn't...I didn't..." the teen stuttered, unable to process this horrific information nor stop the cock-stiffening reaction to it.
"Oh, and I suppose you ignored my instructions that day, to not only tell him, but suck his cock and piss in his mouth?" Susan continued, as Laura shook her head again. "Well, well, well, that'll cost you extra, dearie, you must learn to obey me!"
She let the words hang in the summer air, watching her victims squirm, feeling her pussy go wetter at the thought of what was to come.
"Now do be kind to an old woman and make your way to my house. Now," Susan hissed still smiling, then pulling Laura's face close, sticking her hot tongue in her ear and moaning, "both of you, together, are gonna service me...and each other...."
She pushed the woman out into the street and drove away, pee leaking into her moist thong panty. She pulled into her driveway and waited, and soon, the nervous mother and son appeared before her. Susan stood, in soaking wet white t-shirt and satiny super short red running shorts, low white socks and sneakers, and smiled.
"Into my den, said the spider to the flies!" she laughed, leading the way, allowing them the view of the sexy muscles of her old legs, flowing beneath tanned, wrinkled skin.
Inside, she led them to her bedroom and spacious bathroom, with huge shower easily big enough for the three of them. She didn't have time to waste, the urge to piss was too strong, so she slowly peeled off her rank clothes, revealing her sweat-soaked bush, matted and moist, and bid the reluctant couple to do the same. They balked. Susan smiled, picked up her dirty thong and flipped it in her hand. Mother and son couldn't help but stare at the yellow stain on the crotch.
"Maybe this will help you decide," Susan laughed, walking to Laura and grabbing her by the hair, ramming the moist, piss-soaked panty into the stunned woman's nose, wiping it on her face and jamming it into her nostrils. "Take a big whiff, dear girl, does it remind you of anything?"
She backed away and Laura sputtered, taking the filthy panty from her face and tossing it aside, the stench staying with her. Brett slowly, shyly peeled off his clothes, obeying his elderly mistress, his long cock limp between his huge balls. Laura forced herself not to look, her head dipping on her chest.
"Mrs. O'Malley...I really don't think this..." Laura whined haltingly.
"Well," Susan sighed, "maybe this will help you think more clearly!"
She latched one powerful hand onto Brett's crotch, squeezing his balls in her firm grip, making the boy scream in agony as Laura watched helplessly.
"Now, do you want to have grandchildren some day?" Susan laughed sweetly. "I'll pop his balls with one big squeeze, and believe me, I can do it, and he'll never father children! Oh, my, my, my, look at how your little boy has GROWN, with me crushing his lovely little testicles and all!
"No, Mrs. O'Malley, please!" the boy begged with a high-pitched shriek, his mother still not watching, tears rolling down her face.
