Hello, Literotica. I can't tell you how much fun my mother and I have had working on these stories for this site. And I thank God for the Internet. My mother-wife Michelle has far more experience with Internet porn, in all its sick kinkiness, than the typical middle-aged woman. However, she still showed some reluctance to let her fantasies cross the line into reality. However, her time on the Internet slowly eroded some of her barriers.
Mom and I are very frank in discussing our sexual fantasies, even those we don't think the other will enjoy. I think it's because, being incestuous, we are already sexual "outsiders" who would be seen as perverts if anyone knew about us. We've become quite cynical towards the holier-than-thou types who mock and judge the sexual tastes of consenting adults. But, nearly three years after we first consummated our incestuous marriage right after my father's death, we had not done anything more than vaginal fucking, handjobs, and blowjobs. Until now.
This story takes place during my final year of college. My mom had gotten a job in the same town where I went to school. We had gotten an apartment as temporary housing, but found that the thin walls didn't afford us much privacy. We could hear our next-door neighbors fucking through the walls and realized that they could probably hear us too. We soon moved to a lovely condo.
It was early Tuesday morning. My mother had gotten up for work. I didn't have class until 2 pm, but I often woke up at the same time as her so I could join her for breakfast, kiss her goodbye, and maybe enjoy a nice morning quickie before she left. I joined her at the table for some cereal.
"Honey?" she said somewhat shyly.
"Mm-hm?" I mumbled through a mouthful of cereal.
"I want you to piss on me."
I coughed in surprise as some milk went down the wrong pipe. Hastily swallowing my food, I said, "What?"
"Like on the Internet. I think they call it 'watersports'. Do you want to do it?"
"Yes!" I said, not bothering to conceal my eagerness.
"Great! I'll come home at 12 for lunch." My mom leaned in and gave me a long kiss. "Make sure you have a nice, full bladder for me when I get back. I'm going to be horny all day thinking about you." So would I.
As soon as she left, I tore open the refrigerator and downed the first of many cans of soda. The hours before noon seemed like years. Pretty soon, I had a piss-filled bladder as well as a raging hard-on. The pressure of a full bladder and the tension of a hard cock combined into a new, strange, indescribable sensation for me. I spent the hours before noon fantasizing about the perversity that would soon take place in my own house. What part of my mom would I piss on? Her perky, B-cup tits? Her round, magnificent ass? Her beautiful face, smearing the makeup she so carefully puts on before going to work? Maybe she would even keep her glasses on!
When I heard her unlock the front door, I practically bolted downstairs to greet her. I saw that as she walked inside, she had already opened the front of her blouse, exposing her B-cup bra. I threw off my boxer shorts, the only thing I was wearing. Still in the entryway, my mother frantically tore off her office attire, throwing her well-ironed clothes carelessly to the floor. Pretty soon, she was naked except for a pair of white granny panties, which she knew I loved. She had even kept her glasses on. She might have simply forgotten about them, but I was too horny to remind her. Without a word we hurried into the shower.