This is a follow up story from Mother's Pantie Pee Slave.
It's probably helpful to read that one first, but not absolutely essential.
It was about one year on since my Mother had turned the tables on me. My plans to catch Mother peeing had worked so spectacularly well that I had awoken her own pee fetish and I am now required to suckle my Mother's urethra when father was away on business.
I had by now, received thorough training and practice and was able to suckle Mother completely dry without wasting a drop of precious nectar.
Mother would request a bladder emptying session by leaving a yellow vase in the kitchen window. I would spot this on my drive to or from work or, sometimes she would play the 'bursting for pee' game when I collected her from work.
In this scenario, Mother would squat on my face in a public area such as an alley way or behind a hedge.
She said the thought of discovery gave her peegasms an extra intensity.
Mother's side of the deal was to ensure that she was always wearing top quality nylon stockings and suspenders with heels when being emptied.
On this particular day she had been in the passenger seat on the way home from work, holding her hand between her nylon clad thighs for sometime.
She was squealing at me to find somewhere that she could pee. I liked to drag it out as long as possible, as the more Mother's discomfort and desperation continued, the higher my excitement levels rose.
Deciding that I couldn't drag this out any longer, I pulled the car up alongside a field gate. There wasn't much chance of getting caught here, but it did look a lovely spot with the long grass stretching off in to the distance behind the hedge.
Mother leapt from the car and ran around to the gate, starting to squat in front of it.
"Oh no you don't!" I snapped. "Climb over the gate, we can have a nice romantic pee picnic in the field."
Mother already had her skirt up around her waist and was squatting down.
"Oh no." she squealed, "I can't, really can't, I have to go now."
"If you do, there'll be no suckling" I said, knowing full well how strong her craving for an oral peegasm had become.
The gate was a heavy wooden five bar type and firmly padlocked.
Mother looked up with almost tears in her eyes, "Can't we do it here, please Rob, please?" She pushed her hand hard in to her crotch as if to hold it back.
"Absolutely not, you know the deal."
Mother struggled to her feet, skirt still hitched way above her stocking tops.
She looked fantastic I thought. She stood there briefly, with her raised black skirt, tan nylons and black sling back heels. Her chest was heaving and threatening to burst the buttons on her tight white blouse.
"The gate is locked" she whimpered.
"You'll just have to climb over." I ordered.
This was no easy task in patent high heel sling backs. As she straddled the gate, I savoured the view of her plump pussy lips spread beneath her sheer nylon panties.
Just at this point her foot slipped on the wood, forcing her legs further apart and the sudden shock sent a jet of pee, straight through her sheer gusset, landing at my feet.
I had been thoroughly trained over the past year to never miss or waste a drop of Mothers nectar. So, should I respond to my training and lap it up, or maybe watch a bit more?
My mind was made up as I looked at the golden droplets caught upon the welts of her stockings. I longed to lick them up. This served to heighten my arousal even further, so I decided to carry on watching.
Mother was caught halfway over the gate, one long nylon leg either side and her crotch resting on the bar. I quickly pulled a springy branch from the hedge and in one swift movement swished it down across her exposed buttocks.
'How dare you waste my nectar Mother!" I snarled as I brought the stick down again.
She clung to the gate, buttocks high in the air as she attempted to complete the manoeuvre.
After the third swipe, she squealed in pain and desperation and another squirt escaped, spattering along the the dry greying wooden gate top.
I was now seriously torn between wanting my nectar drink and the beautiful site of mother stranded across this gate top, totally exposed and squirting pee through her panties.
I made do with undoing my shorts and letting my straining cock bound loose. It felt good out in the fresh air, almost as if my cock could see and smell the slight waft of piss in the air. It twitched approvingly as some pee rolled down her bare thigh and disappeared into the nylon stocking welt.
I decided to enjoy the sight a while longer. Her buttocks were glowing red now with some serious welts and a squirt of pee escaped about every third stroke. Her blouse buttons had given up the struggle. They had burst open under the weight of her breasts hanging down and the force of her jumps at every stroke. One breast had completely escaped her low cut bra and her erect nipple was grazing along the rough wooden gate bar.
I stepped closer towards the gate, squeezing Mother's escaped nipple between my fingers and giving it a vicious twist. I panted in to her ear.
"Are you getting over this gate or am I going to have go spank it all out of you?"
At this she flung herself over, landing in the grass. Both breasts now bounded free and her expensive nylons were laddered from the gate.
I leapt over the gate and lay down in the long grass. Mother knew what to do next and now stood over me still desperation dancing.
"Panties!" I demanded.
Mother quickly stepped out of them and handed them over. I popped the soaking tiny panties into a ziplock bag.
"I'll savour these later" I murmured as I pocketed them.
Mother straddled his face. Facing towards me, she gently lowered herself in to position. Relieved at last, knowing that the bladder pressure would soon be easing. She spread her pussy lips across my mouth and I pursed my lips carefully around her urethra entrance and started the gentle suck that she yearned for. As Mother released a squirt with each suck, just enough to fill my mouth, the feeling was enhanced for her still further by her glowing red buttocks.
She wriggled down a little bit, now getting more comfortable in the deserted field whilst I suckled her willing pussy.
We had this perfected by now, each squirt, just enough for me to swallow without coughing or breaking the seal.
All the while she massaged her throbbing clitoris in time with my sucking, timed to perfection. She came to a shattering shaking crescendo of a squirting orgasm just as her bladder emptied.
I went to wriggle from under her.
"No, stay there." She murmured. Her thighs were shaking and trebling from the intensity of her orgasm. The wet nylon welts of her stockings rubbed against my cheeks.
'I wasn't expecting the spanking." She said, "But it certainly made me cum exceptionally hard".
At this she shuddered and a small aftershock orgasm rippled through her, releasing a fine squirt straight down my ever willing throat. It had a more bitter salty taste than pure pee. There was definitely something different mixed in with orgasmic squirts. I was becoming a pee/squirt connoisseur.
"It's kind of romantic here" she said. "I think that adds to the intensity too".
Mother then slowly stood, turned around and lowered herself once again on to my face, this time with a glowing buttock cheek either side of my nose.
"So romantic with my suckling son". She sighed as she leant forward and kissed my purple exposed cock head.
She took the shaft between the fingers of each hand and then, replicating my earlier movements, gently sucked me towards orgasm. One slow pulse at a time.
Mother said, "Your cock is exceptionally big today, my outfit must have worked well. You do love Mother's panties and nylons don't you?"
I just groaned in to her pussy. She pushed hard down on to my face imploring me to renew the suckle seal.
"Come on, give it all up for Mummy." She whispered. "Ive saved you one last drop of nectar to make up for the waste earlier, but only if you let Mummy have all your seed."
Her fingers gently massaged my magic spot either side of the frenulum. I bucked so hard, I nearly threw her off with the intensity of my orgasm. I pumped copious quantities of son cum pouring in to the back of Mother's throat.
