After my mother and I had finally had the sex we both had been dreaming of for years, we decided to forgo the reservations that would have normally slowed things down. For starters, we got rid of some of my bedroom furniture, specifically my bed. Mother decided I should sleep with her every night, which meant I no longer needed my bed. Sounded like a good idea to me.
Another item mother wanted to help practice on in her medical classes were enemas. I didn't know the first thing about them but was more than willing to let her practice her skills (or lack thereof) on me in order to get better. Then mother had an idea: get some help from my aunt, her former sister-in-law, whom worked as a nurse.
Mother called Aunt Betty the following day during a break in her medical classes. She and mother had remained friends after mom's divorce, so there were no issues or uncomfortable moments to deal with. Aunt Betty and I had always had a good relationship, much easier since she was my only aunt.
Mother and I got home from class one day about the same time and were in the kitchen. Mother told me about Aunt Betty accepting her request for help as we made margarita's in the blender. Mom decided to have our drinks out by our pool, so she told me to bring down her suit from our bedroom and to get mine as well. We had some privacy from the neighbors but our pool was still visible from next door.
I could hear the blender going as I went upstairs and got both our suits. I hurried back downstairs to the kitchen just as mother finished the margarita mixing. She turned off the blender and turned to me, holding her hand out for her suit. I handed it to her, wondering why she didn't go change if we were going to the pool.
Without a word, mother took her clothes off right in the kitchen. Once she got stripped completely nude, she looked up at me and said, "John, aren't you going to change?" Again, she had that smirk on her face that I found so utterly intriguing and enticing. I had to stare once again as my mother's nude body was right in front of me. I never tired of looking at her tight, toned figure. He perky b-cup breasts never failed to gain my attention. What was men's infatuation with big boobs all about was beyond me. Give me a b-cup breast eight days a week I thought. I lowered my gaze further down mom's body, checking out her bush. Mom didn't shave like so many other women did, she liked her bush. I admit to love rubbing my nose in her bush before eating her as well as simply playing with it as we lounged around.
Finally I tore my eyes off of her and followed her lead, stripping off my clothes right there in the kitchen as well. While my bathing suit wasn't quite a speedo, it was the next step to it. Mother had always wore a small bikini and this one was something that would look good on a 14 year old girl, so Mother simply rocked it with her body and sense of style.
We gathered our drinks, glasses and headed to the pool area. We pulled up chase lounges together so as to be close to each other. We drank our drinks, feeling our bodies relaxing from the long day of classes for both of us. Mother flexed her petite toes in the warm air, once again stirring my lust for her.
After we both finished her drink, Mother announced she needed to pee and by long tradition, she never peed in our pool. I held what was left of my drink in my hand as I watched Mother rise from her lounger, supple as a panther in her movement. As she stood between our chairs, she looked down at me, raising her sunglasses to look at me with her naked eyes. "I had a wicked thought, I hope you won't mind" she said.
With that, she turned around and sat right on my lap, watching neighbors (if any) be damned. I felt the heat from her crotch as it pressed down onto mine. Her firm buns pressed on my dick, sending waves of pleasure thru me. Mother wiggled just a bit, as if she was getting more comfortable. Then, it happened.
Mother released her urine while sitting on top of me! I felt the warm liquid flow across my crotch as it kept flowing. Mother let out a sigh as her bladder lost its pressure. "I haven't peed since lunch," she said. "I've been thinking about this all afternoon and wanted to make it happen. Is this ok?"
By way of answering, I raised up slightly, allowing my now hard dick to press on her firm ass. Both of our suits were sopping wet yet warm from her urine. The sun only added to the heat of the moment as I digested my thoughts.
Again, Mother gave me her patented wicked smile. "Well, John, do you think you might need to pee as well? Let it rip, sweetie."
Mother continued to sit on my dick as I relaxed my bladder. As any man can attest, it's not easy to begin to urinate when one's dick is hard. But once it starts, it's almost orgasmic as it flows. Adding to the moment of just having my own mother pee on me, my own flow felt like a thirty second orgasm. Mother ground down on my dick as I peed, as if she needed to feel as much wetness as she could. I flexed my dick to squeeze out the last few dribbles. We both had huge smiles on our faces.
"Well, don't you two look comfortable!" I jumped as I heard these words, not sure who said them or where they were coming from. It turns out that it was Aunt Betty, coming out of the house via the patio door. Mother stood up off of me slowly, not bothering to even blush. It was readily obvious there was a huge puddle below my chair, the results of both of us peeing. We couldn't explain it as being in the pool as both of our heads were dry, as were out bodies.
Aunt Betty and Mother hugged, keeping their midsections apart so as to not get Aunt Betty's clothes wet. They held both of each other's hands as they looked at each other and smiled. I could swear there was a current of energy running between them.
"How about I borrow one of your suits since I sort of just popped by with planning?" said Aunt Betty. Mother replied, "Certainly, no problem. We're about the same size, mine should fit easily."
They turned back to the house and walked arm in arm back thru the door. I laid back into the chair, wondering how Mom was going to explain the wet spots on both of our crotches, her sitting on my lap and my bed being gone from my bedroom.
What I didn't expect was what happened about 20 minutes later when they both came back outside, again walking back arm in arm. Aunt Betty had her own glass in her hand, most of her drink gone. As they both got next to me, Aunt Betty raised her up, draining the remains of her margarita, smacking her lips.
"Man, I need to pee badly!" Aunt Betty exclaimed. "Mary, any ideas on what I should do?"
Mom had that wicked smirk on her face as she replied, "Well, John's lap is pretty darn comfortable. I recommend it highly."
No sooner were the words out of Mom's mouth than Aunt Betty threw one leg over the chaise and plopped her ass right on top of my crotch! She wiggled once or twice while staring me in the eyes. "Comfortable, John?" she asked, laughingly.
Aunt Betty handed Mother her cup, leaned forward and rested both hands on my shoulders. She looked over to Mother, meeting her eyes. Then I once again felt the warm glow of urine as it cascaded from Aunt Betty's crotch onto mine. She slowly rocked on my once again hard dick, firmly entrenched in her slit.
Aunt Betty giggled as she looked over to Mother. "You're right, Jane. This IS the wildest thing!"
I could only smile and raised my hands to Aunt Betty's hips, holding them firmly as I again raised my crotch towards the source of the urine pouring onto me. I never knew how exciting it could be to having one's own mother and then their aunt peeing on them!
Finally, Aunt Betty's bladder emptied but she remained sitting on my boner, still slowly rocking. Mother stood next to her, resting her hand on Aunt Betty's shoulder, moving along with Aunt Betty's rocking. I could swear that Mother was pushing her down, forcing her pussy even harder onto my hard-on.
"Guys, how about we move this party inside? I think the neighbors may have had enough of a free show by now," Mother said.
Aunt Betty hopped up off of me, saying that it sounded like a good idea to her. I rose off of the lounger and followed both of them inside, not knowing what was going to happen but was sure it was going to be an adventure for me at least.
Mother and Aunt Betty headed right for the master bath with me following. "Let's get these suits off, shall we?" said Mother. I could only watch in amazement as Mother and Aunt Betty took turns untying each other's tops. Further shocking me was when they each lowered the other's bottoms! They took turns raising their feet, stepping out of their bottoms.
I took the time to take in Aunt Betty's body and compared it to Mother's. Like Mother, Aunt Betty too had smaller breasts. I would guess a slightly larger c-cup instead of Mother's b-cup size. Unlike Mother's pixie cut hair, Aunt Betty's hair went past her shoulders. Like Mother, her bush was unshaven. She seemed within an inch or so of Mother's five foot even. They could've been sisters instead of sister's in law, I thought.
Mother said, "John seems to be a bit slow undressing. Let's help him, shall we?" With that, they both held a side of my suit, pulling it down. My dick flopped out, standing straight out. As it made its appearance, Aunt Betty gave a moan in appreciation.
"Let's move this thing to the bed" said Aunt Betty. She grasped my dick in her hand and led me that way to the bed, Mother being the first there, scooting over to make room for all of us.
"Jane, I have a thought. I haven't been laid in a while and am dying to get this hard dick give me a pounding. How about I get mine first and then we can go from there?"
Mom said, "Sure, no problem. I know what it's like to need a good pounding from a 20 year olds dick. I'm sure I can find something to amuse myself with." Again, Mom had her wicked smirk going into overdrive.
With that, they both threw me back onto the bed, lying on my back. Aunt Betty climbed on top of me, again grasping my hard-on in her hand. "John, I'm going to ride you hard, fast and wicked. Jane told me about your and her having your fun, I think I deserve a bit of fun as well, yes?"
