Please be advised that this is a very nasty story, with an older woman dominating a younger man and his mom, with scenes of golden showers, cum-farting and creampie eating. Some like this genre, some don't, but there you have the caveat before reading. Thank you.
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Susan O'Malley was in her happiest place, at the small beach owned by the tiny town in which she lived.
As usual, she was down the far end, away from the screaming hordes of children and families, comfortable in her lounge chair, sipping chardonnay from the cooler at her side.
She was enjoying the sun, the warmth, the comforting cadence of small waves lapping at the shore. And her occasional piss breaks.
Susan was a piss freak, through and through. Nothing pleased her more than using her scorching hot golden juices to control others, male or female, preferably young people in their teens.
She had something of a reputation in this small town, one of a very sexy dominant senior citizen who had her way with others in this most unusual fashion.
And now as she sat, the urge to pee building inside her luscious body, she clenched her muscular old thighs together in her snug two-piece yellow bathing suit, grinding her pussy, always a pleasurable prelude to a gushing piss to follow.
The sexy 65-year-old with the silvery blonde hair ordinarily went just behind the fence where she sat, a fence separating the public beach from private land behind it where a large house stood, a second home for the summer owned by a rich out-of-town family.
But this day, the family was there, making Susan's piss visits out of the question. That didn't matter to her, she'd just stand in the water, waist deep, and let it out, feeling the hot liquid contrast wonderfully to the chilly ocean water, often having an orgasm as she stood, looking to all the world only like a pretty elderly woman enjoying a dip in the sea.
Now, later in the day and much of a good bottle of wine later, she had to piss again. She wished she had someone to share it with. She scanned the beach and saw two people taking up residence toward the other end.
"Well, well, well, whaddya know?" she smiled to herself, feeling her hairy pussy moisten from pre-orgasmic pleasure and the slight ooze of pee she allowed to trickle into it. "Look who's here...lucky me!"
There was Brett Hannigan, 19, and his mom, Laura, a mousy 37-year-old woman. She knew them quite well. They were both her piss slaves.
Not very long ago, Brett had been first. She'd seen him at this beach, chatted him up, and enticed the shy, curly haired lad to sit near her by the fence. She'd noticed him noticing her, eyeballing her supple, sexy old body, one sinewy and lean and fit from years of exercising, even furtively snapping photos of her with his phone.
She devised a trap, going behind the fence to pee. It had worked: Brett watched her through a hole in the fence, and when she returned, excused himself to pee as well.
And there Susan caught him, face first in the pissy patch of grass she'd squatted over, licking, smelling, tasting, while jerking his beautiful young cock. Enslaving him at that point was easy, making him lick her pussy, drink her urine and then fucking him and forcing him to clean her out after.
Later that day, the outraged Laura had showed up at Susan's house, having noticed something amiss with her boy and badgering a confession from him. Susan laughed at the pretty young woman's tirade - and then enslaved her as well.
From then it was easy, taking them both, separately and together, the latter being the most fun, forcing the young man to piss on and sexually use his mother, who seemed to like it more and more with each encounter, despite her teary-eyed protests.
And now, Susan sat in her chair, clenching her saggy but sexy thighs together around her pussy, watching the Hannigan mother and son set up their chairs and sit down to enjoy the later afternoon.
Susan picked up her cell phone and called Brett.
She delighted watching the young man's startled expression when he saw her number.
"Hel..hello?"
"Brett, so good to hear your voice, it's been awhile," Susan said brightly. "And better to see you, and your sexy little mommy..."
"Yes..yes it has," he said, looking around frantically and then settling his gaze on Susan at the far end of the beach, who waved at him.
"Now, the two of you come down here to me. Right now. Understood?"
"Brett, what's wrong, honey?"
Susan heard Laura speak as the young woman looked at her nervous-seeming son, and then followed his gaze. She was tanned from the summer sun, but Susan delighted in watching her face drain white when she realized who was calling.
"Put your mommy on the phone, dear boy," Susan said in a mock scolding tone. "I'd like very much to have a word with here..."
Somewhat grimly, Brett handed it to her.
"I want you two down here, with me, right now," Susan snarled into the phone. "I have to pee very badly."
"Susa...Mrs. O'Malley...Brett and I...we just want to relax...I mean, now isn't...I mean..." Laura stammered.
"You'll only make it worse if you don't obey me, dear woman, you know that," Susan said, holding up a hand and waving it to signal her intent, beckoning them to come. "Is that what you want, you little piss slut? You want me to really make it hard on you, harder than it has to be? I think that's it, isn't it Laura, you filthy cunt! You WANT me to really enslave you, don't you?"
"No, that's not...but Mrs...please...I'm not...I can't...we shouldn't...not here..."
"Oh, you're not, you can't, you shouldn't, blah-blah-fucking-blah," Susan mocked her. "I won't ask again! Tell Brett to bring his chair and water bottle. You don't need a chair, you won't be sitting. But I will...on your dyke face!"
She clicked off the phone, smiling, waiting and watching as Brett and Laura trudged toward her, Brett carrying his gear and a look of anticipation, Laura carrying only the weight of what was to come on her drooping, sad shoulders.
They walked up to Susan, who remained in her lounge chair, directly behind a small beach cabana she'd set up earlier, one that provided respite from the sun when it got too hot. And where she'd also go from time to time to masturbate, when the urge was strong.
