Chapter 10

The next hour and half was spent with Brenda pushing the speed limit dangerously. She sat on her skirt, still wet with her son's piss. She could feel his piss seeping from her tight asshole and cunt, soaking the seat of the car.

Brad sat close to her, his pants still around his knees. He had his hand shoved down her sweater again, playing with her naked tit. She felt the need to piss worse now, and wondered if she would make it home before trying to find a service station. It was too late to stop on the side of the road; they were in the outskirts, and houses were all about. The sun was not as hot, sinking in front of them.

She pressed a bit harder on the accelerator.

"You're going kind of fast, Mom," Brad said, taking his hand out of her sweater since they were in the outskirts.

"I have to," she said.

"But we're almost there."

"That's why I have to hurry."

"Why?"

"Because, damn it, I'm about to piss in my fucking panties ... if I had panties on."

Brad laughed. "Why didn't you piss back there in the woods?"

"I don't know," she groaned in misery.

They were a few blocks away now.

"Oh, shit!" Brenda groaned.

"Almost there, Mom," Brad said. "You can hold it for a few more minutes."

"Oh, yeah?" she gasped. "I just pissed, damn it."

"In your panties?" he laughed.

"I don't have panties on!" she wailed. She fought to keep from pissing more, but hot piss seeped and dribbled from her cunt.

By the time she pulled into the driveway, she was sitting in a small puddle of hot piss, her skirt soaked. She opened the door quickly, and began running for the door.

She fumbled for the key as her son came up, laughing.

"It's not funny, you fuck-face!" "I think it is," he said, and he patted her ass, feeling the wetness of her skirt.

"This fucking key ... "

"Let me," her son said, taking the key from her.

Brenda stood, legs crossed, a hand pressing at her pussy, waiting desperately for him to unlock the door. She looked around frantically. Dusk was settling, and she saw no one. She was about to start pissing right there, when Brad got the door open. Brenda shoved past her son hurriedly, almost running.

And she stopped halfway into the living room.

"Oh, shit!" she wailed, piss gushing from her pussy as she stood there. "I didn't make it."

Brad saw piss running down his mother's thighs.

"Lift your skirt, Mom!"

"Why?"

"I wanna watch!"

Almost frantic, Brenda jerked her skirt to her hips, piss gushing from her hairy cunt. She spread her feet, and peeled the lips of her cunt wide apart with her fingers, arching her hips forward. She looked down and giggled lewdly as she pissed with force. The golden stream of piss struck her son's feet.

Brad, his jeans about to fall from his hips, suddenly shoved them down to his ankles. He grasped his cock, wiggling it, moving forward and feeling his mother's hot piss on his legs. He still wasn't close enough, and he bent his knees. Brenda grabbed her son's hips, pulling him into her crotch, pissing on his cock and balls. Brad laughed in a lewd, young sound. Brenda smashed her mouth onto his, kissing him feverishly, pissing all over his cock and balls. "Now, you're as wet with piss as I am," she said, dribbling a few final spurts of piss.

Brad stepped back, peeling his T-shirt off, stepping out of his wet pants.

"Oh, that's right," she said. "You want me naked at home, don't you?" His eyes gleamed.

Standing in the middle of living room, Brenda peeled her sweater off, tossing it to the couch. She removed her soaked skirt, kicked her sandals off, and stood nakedly in front of her equally naked son.

They looked at each other, both pleased.

Brenda then gathered up their discarded clothes, taking them to the washer. Brad stayed with her, watching her, his eyes burning on her body. She winked at him.

"How do you like me?" she asked.

"Beautiful, Mom," he replied, his eyes taking in her tits and cunt and long, long thighs. "Are we always going to be naked together at home?"

"Well, probably most of the time," she said. "But once in a while it would be nice to wear something, like panties or shorts or . . . you know, anything exciting."

"I don't think I wanna go to school," he said.

"You have to."

"I'm learning more at home with you than in school."

She laughed, pulling him to her tits. "But not the same things, you fuck-face," she said with love in her voice. She ran her hands down to his young ass, cupping the asscheeks and pulling him tight. "Suck my tits a bit." She began rubbing her hairy cunt at his lower stomach. "Suck on Mother's tits and ..."

She stopped speaking as her son stuffed his mouth with a long, hard nipple. She felt his cock between her thighs, and squeezed it there, still holding his tight ass. Both were still wet and slippery with piss, and Brenda began to whimper in pleasure, feeling her son's cock hardening between her creamy, hot thighs.

Brad began to work his cock back and forth, fucking at her thighs, sucking her tit. He held her asscheeks, squeezing them, making his mother gurgle with pleasure. She held her legs tight for his cock.

"Don't come between my legs, baby," she moaned. "There are too many other places for you to come."

He pulled from her, his cock jerking upright, almost slapping his stomach.

"Let's not rush it now," Brenda said. "We have all the time in the world. We're home."

She took his hand and they went to the kitchen, where she prepared them sandwiches for a late dinner. Although his cock was rigid, Brad wasn't in any hurry now. He knew there would be no need to jack off ever again. Brenda, too, took her time, knowing her son wanted those things she wanted.

"Later, if you want," she said, "you can look at the other pictures I have."

"You have more, Mom?"

"Dozens," she said.

"Are they the same?"

"Different, most of them," she replied. "Men and women doing so many things to each other. You might even get some ideas, things you can do to me, or me to you."

"Are you sure I have to go to school, Mom?" he asked.

"I'm sure, you horny little fuck-face," she laughed, reaching over to caress his young face. "The things you learn with me are for fun, and he things you learn at school will help you get a good job when you're a man."

"I'm a man now," he said.

"Yes, you are," Brenda answered fondly. "More man than any I know. But it takes more than a hard cock to make a man, baby."

She left the kitchen the way it was. She could clean it the next day.

Taking her son's hand, she led him into her bedroom. She had always kept her room private, not letting her son enter it after she had fixed it up when her husband left.

Brad stood looking about with awe.

Brenda had placed mirrors in strategic places, all of them reflecting the big waterbed.

"Gosh!" he said. "You been having someone in here with you, Mom?"

"You're the first to see it, baby."

"But . . . you been sleeping here alone?"

She nodded, pulling his hand to her ass and taking hold of his cock. "I play with myself, watch in the mirrors. Not that I wanted it that way, honey. I wanted someone with me, and now I do."

"This is better than Dad's room," he said. "All he has is those pictures of naked men and women on the walls."

"Maybe I'm more adventurous than your father."

"You asked me if I was adventurous, Mom."

"Are you?" She asked, pulling at his prick.

"I think so," Brad replied, seeing their reflection in the mirrors. Everyplace he looked, he saw himself and his mother, even their backs.

"Then let's see."

Brenda climbed onto the big waterbed, spreading out, her arms and legs open, her tits swelling up. Brad looked at her, then the mirrors. He saw his mother's reflection from various angles.

When he climbed onto the bed with her, his cock was thrusting out in hardness. Brenda opened her arms, and Brad settled between his mother's open legs, his cock moving straight to her hairy, bubbling cunt. Brenda sucked in a hiss of air as his cock moved into her pussy. She looked up at the ceiling, seeing her son's ass.

She pulled the cheeks of his ass wide, seeing his asshole reflected.

She moaned softly with voyeuristic pleasure as her son began to fuck her, driving his cock in and out of her cunt. Brad, too, kept looking around the room as he fucked his mother, seeing their bodies from different angles.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"It's great, Mom!"

"Mmmmm, we can watch when we fuck, and you can see two or three of me when I suck your cock off. Its almost Uke having more people in here with us."

"I don't want anyone with us," Brad said, fucking his throbbing cock in and out his mother's cunt.

"Not even one?" she asked, holding his ass and watching it move in the mirrored ceiling. "Not even one pretty little girl with a lovely wet cunt and a hungry mouth?"

"Just you, Mom," he said, starting to grunt as he fucked his cock in and out of her fiery cunt.

Brenda grabbed the cheeks of her son's ass, lifting her legs into the air, spreading them wide for him. She loved seeing herself in the mirrors, and it pleased her that her son did, too. She had no idea of getting anyone else in this room with them, not now. Later, when he found interest in other girls, she would consider it. She most certainly would consider it when he was old enough to choose a wife, and then she would use her room to make sure the girl he married was as hot and horny as she and her son were. The many images reflected worked magic on

Brad.

He began ramming his cock faster into his mother's cunt. Brenda squealed with delight, grinding her pussy into him, his balls banging against her naked, piss-wet, ass. She clung to him, shoving her crotch up hard, letting her son fuck fast and deep, watching him in the overhead mirrors.

"I'm about to come again, Mom!" he gasped.

"Do it! Don't try to hold back!"

Her pussy gripped his cock hard.

She dug her hands into the cheeks of her son's ass. Watching in the mirror as she ran a finger about his asshole. She felt his cock jerking inside her cunt, and without warning, plunged her finger up his tight ass.

Brad grunted and gushed come juice into his mother's cunt with powerful spasms.

"Ooooo, wonderful!" Brenda cooed as her cunt rippled into orgasm with him.

Brad slumped on top of her, breathing hard. She held him cradled in her arms and legs until he finished gasping.

"Take your cock out and turn around," she said, her voice thick wih emotion.

"Are you gonna suck it now?"

"No, baby," she replied. "We're going to be adventurous."

"What are we gonna do?" Brad asked, twisting until his cock was above his mother's face, his own face above her cunt.

"I don't know about you," she gurgled, "but I want to drink your sweet piss."

"You do?"

"Piss in my mouth, darling," she said. "Piss in my mouth and let me piss in your face! Please, Brad!"

"Yeah!" her son said.

His cock flowed, golden piss streaming from it right into Brenda's open mouth. She gurgled and swallowed, drinking her son's piss with pleasure. She sent a short, hesitant spurt of piss out of her cunt, and Brad, yelping, moved his face to her pussy.

"Mmmmmm," Brenda whined in perverse pleasure. She moved her head out of the stream of his piss. "Like it? Do you like feeling me piss in your face, baby?"

"Who gives a fuck?" Brad said, and he opened his mouth, pressing his lips to his mother's pissing cunt.

His tongue swirled and Brenda burbled with excitement, turning her mouth back to his cock. She held her open mouth only an inch away from his prick, taking the force of his burning piss into it, swallowing with delight.

With a yelp of ecstasy, Brenda wrapped her arms about her son's ass and shoved her mouth mouth onto his cock, and she began to suck his cock frantically. She was no longer pissing, either. Her son was tongue-fucking her cunt with wild abandon, clutching her wiggling ass and lifting her pussy into his face.

Brenda gazed into the mirrored ceiling, watching as her son began to fuck his prick into her mouth . . .