They didn't get very far before Christine grunted and turned on one heel. "What's going on back there?" She asked gruffly. Catherine had become increasingly difficult to tug along, the tension on their arms growing steadily greater, their pace slowing to an awkward scuttling crawl. The older woman's knees were pressed tightly together, her feet shuffling heavily as she tried to keep up.
"I think I drank too much lemonade." She mumbled guiltily. Her daughter-in-law snorted.
"You should have said something earlier." She chuckled and started pulling Catherine sideways, off of the carefully manicured trail and into the nearby bushes. "This will be so easy for you." She said, sighing at the end. "You won't even have to pull down your panties, since they're crotchless." She dragged Catherine behind a waist-high bush and put her hands on her mother-in-law's shoulders.
"W-What?!" The older woman exclaimed, startled. "You can't possibly mean..." Christine just snorted louder than before and started pushing down on Catherine's shoulders.
"Don't tell me you've never peed in the woods before girl?" The younger woman was grinning in disbelief, clearly enjoying her mother-in-law's discomfort. "I can't believe it." She murmured to herself, mystified. "Well, whatever, consider it the most valuable life lesson I'm going to teach you today. Now get down and squat. I'll keep watch." Christine's head turned from side to side, scanning their immediate vicinity as she practically forced the older woman down to the ground.
Catherine grunted, her knees finally giving out, she slumped into an unsteady squat, crouching down directly in front of her daughter-in-law. Christine grabbed the older woman's hands and lifted them confidently up to her hips. "Hold on to me for support." She hissed, carefully uncurling and guiding Catherine's fingers so that they wrapped securely around her sides.
"Just relax and pretend you're sitting on a toilet." She urged, glancing down at her mother-in-law's anxious blushing face. "Let it all out." She breathed soothingly, reaching up with one hand and gently stroking the back of Catherine's head.
"I-I don't know if I can do this!" The older woman whimpered, looking up at her daughter-in-law and blinking frantically.
"Of course you can." The younger woman said smugly, sliding her fingers casually into Catherine's short blonde hair. "You had to go so badly just a couple of seconds ago. What's stopping you now?" Her mother-in-law grimaced, her thighs quivering as her anxiety peaked, she couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so flustered and humiliated.
"I just keep worrying that someone is going to walk by... And see us!" Christine stared intently into her mother-in-law's wide blue eyes, she brought her other hand up to the back of the older woman's head and started stroking her hair with it too.
"Firstly, I'm keeping watch. Second,
so what
?" She was really getting into playing with Catherine's hair, running all her fingers artfully through it while shifting her mother-in-law's head slowly back and forth. "I doubt anyone would even notice you behind this bush, and if they did, they'd probably just think you were sucking off your boyfriend!" She laughed giddily at this remark, her green eyes twinkling.
Catherine swallowed, lowering her chin and noticing for the first time that she was just a few centimeters away from her daughter-in-law's crotch. "I really think you just need to relax." The younger woman murmured, continuing to rhythmically run her fingers through Catherine's hair. "Or maybe you need to stop thinking so much and do what I tell you." She chuckled and pulled Catherine's head forward into her lap.
"I believe this will help you calm down." She said, gripping her mother-in-law's hair tightly with both hands, holding her head in place so that the older woman's face was pressed snugly against the crotch of her jeans. "Breathe Catherine. Breathe and imagine you're sucking a big, hard, throbbing cock." Christine lightly pushed her mother-in-law's face more firmly into her lap, pulling her hair so that her head tilted backward, allowing her to look directly into the older woman's widening eyes.
Catherine could feel her lips being mashed into the rough white denim, her mind frantically trying to cope with the knowledge that her daughter-in-law's vulva was right on the other side. She imagined she could almost feel the Christine's springy red bush and her soft squishy labia through the material. "Fuck." She groaned, her voice muffled beyond recognition.
"Yeah." Christine breathed. "Suck it girl. Let all your worries and troubles go." She huffed, her hands pushing and pulling in an unsteady rhythm that caused her mother-in-law's nose to bump awkwardly against the row of cold shiny buttons that ran up the front of her jeans. "Stop thinking, stop resisting, and
pee for me
Catherine." She commanded in a tone that made the older woman's body shudder and nearly collapse.
The urine came rushing out of Catherine's crotch, shooting and splashing into the grass between her shoes. "Fuck!" She gasped a second time, her hands clenching frantically against her daughter-in-law's gently swaying hips. The younger woman still clutched Catherine's hair in her hands and pulled her face forcefully back into her crotch, holding it firmly in place while the older woman continued to urinate uncontrollably.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Her daughter-in-law moaned, faking an orgasm, her words steadily morphing into a jubilant laugh. Catherine couldn't say anything, her mouth was engulfed by the younger woman's crotch which was so deliciously tight, warm and aromatic. She closed her eyes and inhaled as best she could, taking a deep and wonderful breath that smelled like hot spicy flowers.
The pee continued to gush out for what felt like forever. Then suddenly the flow was reduced to a trickle and then just a few stray droplets. Christine released her hands, but her mother-in-law didn't immediately pull away, she took another couple of desperate breaths before the younger woman gripped her by the hands and lifted her unsteadily to her feet.
"See how easy that was?" She asked, her face looking relaxed and unusually satisfied. Catherine just nodded dumbly, her mind racing her head spinning, her sopping wet crotch pulsing and dripping. "Now it's my turn." Christine chirped. "And boy do I have to go!" Her hands flew down to her waist and tore through the row of buttons, exposing her striking french-cut underwear.
She hooked her thumbs under everything and yanked it down in one smooth movement, then she was crouching down between Catherine's legs, gripping her mother-in-law's hips with unsettling strength. "Keep an eye out." She hissed, her breath ruffling the front of the older woman's tennis skirt. In under a second she was peeing, she stared up at Catherine, a big dumb smile on her face.
It wasn't until she was done that her chin finally dropped and she glanced curiously at her mother-in-law's toned thighs. With one hand she flipped up the front of Catherine's skirt. "It's a real mess down there." She mused. Leaning sideways she reached into her purse and pulled out the white T-shirt she'd confiscated from Catherine in the dressing room.
She slipped it casually into the space between her bunched up pants and rubbed it thoughtfully against her crotch for several seconds. Then she pulled it back out and placed it gently against Catherine's inner calf, she dragged it upward to her knee and then repeated the process on the other side.
Her mother-in-law blushed fiercely, but was secretly grateful as the drops of trickling urine that had been steadily making their way down towards her feet had been driving her crazy. Christine stood back up and handed Catherine the shirt. "Wipe up the rest of it with this. Go ahead and pat yourself nice and dry down there." Still blushing and working quietly her mother-in-law did as she was told.
The T-shirt came out from between her legs covered with a combination of their pee and juices, stained and surprisingly moist. It felt strange having dry inner thighs, Catherine had almost gotten used to the feeling of constant slick stickiness and the occasional tickling droplet crawling slowly South. Christine snatched the shirt out of her hand, folded it neatly and tucked it back into her purse.
