Susan O'Malley, a beautiful, domineering 65-year-old blonde, had just walked home from the beach, after a long afternoon of sun, sand, drinking her usual wine -- and dominating young Brett Hannigan, a gorgeous young stud of 19, whom she'd caught licking the grass on which she'd pissed moments earlier, pounding his hard cock as he did. Earlier, she'd noticed him filming her sexy, wrinkled granny body as they sat in lounge chairs on the empty beach, knowing his eagerness would make it easy to take him a piss prisoner.
She'd used and abused him with her sexy old body, and nearly drowned him sitting on his face, pissing down his throat and then fucking him senseless, the young man more than eager to please his mistress several decades his senior. She'd even finished the afternoon by pissing into a cup for him to drink as she sipped her wine before sending him on his way.
She'd returned home, pulling a light top over her one-piece floral bathing suit, and was puttering about the house when the bell rang. She answered it. There stood Laura Hannigan, Brett's 37-year-old mother, a very pretty, slender blonde, looking none too happy. Susan looked down at her hands: She was carrying the very cup from which young Brett had happily drunk her piss just an hour or so earlier.
Susan smiled.
"Can I help you, Laura?"
"Uh, may I come in, Mrs. O'Malley?" Laura said nervously, looking down at Susan's sturdy legs and gnarly feet in pink flip-flops.
"Certainly, Laura, please do," Susan smile graciously, escorting her into the kitchen where Laura stood nervously, fidgeting from foot to foot, holding that cup in her hands. "What seems to be the problem?"
"My son, Brett, came home from the beach a little bit ago....and he left this cup, this cup on the counter and ran to the bathroom...I...I uh...was about to throw it away...when I smelled something...the cup, it smelled ...smelled like, well, urine," she said very nervously now, a hint of anger growing in her quavering voice as she went on, Susan standing before her, arms crossed over her ample, wrinkled chest, watching the woman try to get out what she knew she was trying to say.
"And I, uh, asked him about it when he came out, Mrs. O'Malley, and he suddenly got very nervous," she continued. "I thought maybe he'd peed it in it or something but the way he reacted...well, I kept asking him...and Brett and I are very close, he's my only child as you know, and we're very close...and...well...after awhile, and some tears....he...he told me! He told me what happened, Mrs. O'Malley, he told me without going into too many disgusting, lurid details, but he told me, and I cannot begin to say how disgusted I am with you, how angry, you took advantage of a teenage boy, you took advantage of him with your...your...your perversity, your obscenity, your depravity..."
Susan smiled at her, letting Laura babble on, angrily, hurt, shocked, her arms flailing as she talked, looking anywhere but at the woman who'd sat on her son's face and pissed down his throat an hour earlier and then rewarded him with a cup of hot pee, the very cup the woman was holding now in her trembling hands.
Susan never felt more horny in her life.
"Did your young son tell you that just before all this 'depravity' happened, I'd caught him smelling and licking the grass I had just peed on, Laura?" she said with a stern tone. "Did he tell you he was jerking his cock as he did, and I caught him doing it? Did he?"
Laura's teary eyes widened, her mouth open as Susan continued, shaking her head, not wanting to hear or believe.
"No, I didn't think so," Susan growled, snapping the cup out of Laura's hand, making the younger woman jump back, holding it up before her. "Nor did he tell you how eager he was to drink my hot piss from this cup, did he? Or how he made no effort to stop from fucking me, fucking me hard, and then eating his own cum -- and drinking my piss -- from my pussy?"
Laura shook her head harder, tears streaming down her pretty face.
"You're very close, you say, your son and you," Susan smiled, ramping up the heat. "How close? Do you piss in his mouth, Laura? Do you suck his big beautiful cock? Do you eat his hot cum?"
"You sick, sick, sick bitch!" Laura finally screamed, snapping back to reality. "How could you? How can you say such horrible, disgusting..."
The slap across her face was sudden and savage, and Laura's head snapped to the side as Susan's hand hung in the air after landing it. Susan smiled at her.
"You think about it, you know you do," she growled darkly. "Admit it."
Laura shook her head, then pushed herself away from the counter, running toward the door. But not as fast, Susan noticed, as someone who was truly trying to outrun her fear. She strode behind her just as Laura was reaching for the door, grabbing her by the shoulders, spinning her around and slamming her against the door, pinning her there, grabbing her wrists and holding her arms to her sides, her face a half inch away, breathing into it.
"The thought intrigues you, makes you hot....," Susan growled, her lips brushing Laura's, the blonde jerking her head to try getting away. "The thought of piss...my hot piss...your son drinking my piss...YOU drinking my hot, stinging piss...."
"No...no, God, please, no...." Laura moaned, going slack against her captor, willing the horrid thoughts away now flooding her brain. "No...."