Upon waking, Neil found his 19 year old cock to be quite hard under his sheets. Nothing strange here, as any man can attest, but today he found himself rubbing his stiff member slowly.
As he slowly and methodically made himself harder, he fantasized about his English teacher. Neil imagined her slowly stripping on top of her desk. She was fairly young for the teachers in his school, and she had an incredible bosom. His mind focused on those breasts for a moment as he imagined her exposing herself to him. In his imagination, they had a glisten brought on to them through lust for him. Neil continued to undress her within his daydream. He had just gotten to the point where she removed her short skirt to reveal a purple thong when his mother, Jean, knocked on the door.
"Honey, get up its time for school," she commanded as she proceeded to walk into the room.
Neil quickly flipped over to hide how "up" he was from her. His face grew a deep red.
"Be right there Mom," he said in a slightly choked voice.
Judging by the look on his face, Jean had a fair idea at what she had walked in on her son doing. She was slightly annoyed at him for jacking off, but Jean had long ago realized that reproachful words wouldn't stop a young man from masturbating.
"OK, hurry up hon," Jean began, "The bus has already left and if I'm going to take you to school you need to be showered."
With that she left the room without bothering to wait for an answer.
Neil stood up and looked down at his still stiff cock. Suddenly he felt angry at his mother for interrupting him before he could cum.
Sullenly, Neil grabbed a towel from within his dresser drawer, and not even bothering to adequately cover up his nakedness, stalked out through the hall towards the bathroom he shared along with his sister, Denise.
Knowing that Denise had spent the night at a friend's house, he didn't hesitate at the closed door. With a violent shove, Neil slammed the door open.
To his astonishment, there sat his mother with her panties around her ankles taking a piss.
"What the fuck Neil?!?!" screamed Jean as she quickly tried to turn around while trying to pull up her panties at the same time. Unfortunately, she accidentally tripped herself up and managed to twist herself around until she landed on her back with a breathtaking thud. In the shock of the pain, she realized with a sudden disgust that she hadn't stopped pissing as a warm puddle had congealed around her ass.
Forgetting his anger, Neil found himself suddenly scared that his mother might be hurt. Without thinking, he dropped his towel totally exposing his naked body, and fell down on top of his mother thinking that she had passed out. He felt a warm flowing sensation on his still semi-hard cock, and for a brief moment panicked, thinking that Jean was bleeding on him.
Upon looking down however, he saw that his cock was lying on his mother's pussy, and that she was peeing on him. Almost as soon as he realized what was happening, the urine flow ceased. Suddenly, at the sight of his mother's pussy, his cock was completely engorged once again.
Feeling disgust at his body's reaction to the situation, he regained control of himself long enough to look back at Jean's face, only to see that her eyes were wide open, and, although dazed, completely conscious.
"Are you okay Mom?" Neil asked feeling quite concerned.
The focus in her eyes began to return, and with its return, Jean was unprepared for the visual input that she was suddenly interpreting. Here she was, with her panties gone God knows where, with her 18 year old son completely naked and quite visibly aroused between her legs. Best of all was the look of complete and utter love and concern evident on his face.
Jean, much to her own surprise, found that her pussy was getting wet again just from looking into her son's concerned eyes. Only this time, the wetness wasn't as a result of urine. How had she never realized how masculine her son had become? She found herself wondering.
After a few seconds, and a few more unanswered queries about her condition, Jean finally replied, "I'm fine honey," and then sardonically, "although I think I'm lying down in my own piss."
For a moment, Neil stared at her uncomprehendingly. Then he began to laugh and let his weight fall forward onto her in relief. The movement sent his hard cock rubbing over Jean's clit sending delicious pleasure throughout her body.
Quite oblivious to the effect he had just had upon his mother, Neil grabbed her around the waist and stood them both up. Once standing, he wrapped his arms around her for a tight embrace. His cock was still rubbing up against Jean's naughty bits whilst he remained oblivious to his own nakedness for a long moment.
With an explosive rush, awareness burst throughout his brain. Here he was with a raging hardon pressed up against his own mother. Startled he pushed himself away and vainly searched for his towel.
Noticing his questing eyes, and how they avoided her, Jean grabbed his chin and made him look her in the eyes.
"Honey, I want you to know that I love you," she prefaced, and feeling inspired by the love she saw in his eyes, continued, "I'm going to make you an offer for a one time deal. If you refuse me, I'll understand, and if you don't, you should know that whatever happens in this room stays in this room. Nobody will ever find out about it from me. Do you understand?"
Somewhat confused, Neil found himself stammering, "Uuuh-yea-yeah."
