Tom Asken had survived a trekking accident and was nursed back to health by his devoted mother. She did everything for Tom, letting his body tell her what he needed. Sex is a powerful drive and Janet used his virility to bring him to health. In the process, she too was made whole.
Tom was strong enough to take walks around the neighborhood. Janet walked with him. He wanted to jog and managed about 100 yards before he was exhausted. Sweating, they managed to stumble back to the house.
"A little too much too soon, Tom. We have plenty of time. Don't over do it," Janet cautioned.
"I just wanted to see how far I could go."
Winking at him, she said, "Oh, you've gone pretty far already, young man. I should know."
He smile back at her gently rubbed his crotch. "I'm not at the end of the trail yet, though."
"You need a shower. A COLD one!" Janet teased him by cupping her breasts licking her lips. She and Tom had been very free in their nakedness and then their sexual exploration. Neither of them felt any shame. Instead, it was Janet's openness to Tom's sexual energy that was the key to the recovery.
"Yeah, a shower would be good. I need a little help, though, Mom. I need to pee."
"Oh, honey, we can wait till you get in the house, can't we?"
"No, Mom. I gotta go now." He pulled his shorts down and his cock sprang out.
"But, Thomas! We are in the front yard. People will see!" She was shocked and at the same time sort of excited to see him whip his cock out in public. Perhaps Luda, next door would want some of him. She always liked Tom while he was growing up. If she saw him watering the flowers, she might want more of Tom. The thought that had begun as titillating, now turned to jealousy. He was her boy. She would have him all to herself.
She stepped in front of Tom so no one would see. She reached down to hold his cock and grasped it just before his stream let go. He leaned against her slightly steadying himself. Janet felt the urine begin to course through his cock, then a golden stream came out the end and hissed against the grass. She loved seeing him piss outside. She had studied him as he used the urine bottle, but this was glorious to see a strong stream of piss coming from Tom's cock.
She had a naughty thought and acted on it before asking him. Tom stood with his hands on his hips. Janet was directing his cock. She pointed it toward her feet. As the stream got closer, Tom warned her to be careful.
Then she directed his cock head at her thighs. He continued to empty his bladder and she began to get soaked . She sprayed both thighs and held his cock up higher to wet her pussy. It now looked like she was the one who had pissed herself. Her bare legs dripped with his strong-smelling piss.
He was not slowing down. Janet loved the feeling of his warm stream washing her. It felt so natural and so naughty at the same time.
She looked at Tom in the eyes. He was staring at her. Janet smiled at Tom and leaned in to kiss him. Her tongue darted inside his open mouth. Still he pissed. He know what she was doing and he liked it. He was pissing in broad daylight in their front yard. His mom held his cock for anyone to see. And she was making him piss on her. He was watering the lawn and his mom at the same time.
As his bladder finally emptied, Janet felt it get hard. Tom was as excited by the public display and the fact that he was giving her a hot-piss shower. He wanted her to jerk him off now. He urged his cock in her hand.
"Okay, sweetie, let's go upstairs. We need to get us both cleaned up." Tom did not pull his shorts up. He just walked up the grass to the house with his waistband under his balls and his cock pointing the way. Janet led and his cock followed her like it was a dog after a rabbit. They went inside and trudged up the steps to the bathroom. Tom followed his mom, watching her hips shift at every step she climbed. He wanted to dive between her butt cheeks and lick her ass. He was on fire. And definitely on the mend, thanks to his mother's great nursing care.
The bathroom had a nice broad, tile floor. The shower was a walk-in affair with a rain head that could be adjusted for soft or pulsing showers. Tom began to strip. His shorts and underwear came first, then his shirt. He leaned against the wall watching his mother. She was taking off her top and stood looking at herself in the mirror. Her running bra did not hide her firm nipples.