Golden Shower Mom

Kathy Andrews
Chapter 1

Lisa trembled. A few yards in front of her stood Mike.

Mike couldn't see her – he didn't know his mother was anywhere around.

Lisa had come upon her son by accident. She had not followed him from the picnic site deliberately. She had simply taken the same trail he had. Her mind was on other things… cock, cock and her itching cunt.

Her cunt had been itching from the time they started out before noon for the picnic. It had been itching for cock. Lisa loved fucking. She had always loved to fuck. She could no longer remember when she had first felt a beautiful, hard, throbbing cock sliding into her cunt. It was a myth, to her, about a girl or boy always remembering that first fuck.

She couldn't.

She just remembered the ecstasy of a thick prick stretching her pussy, filling it, fucking deeply.

But as much as she loved fucking, she had never been unfaithful to her husband when he was alive. He had been plenty for her. He had kept that burning need between her thighs very well satisfied.

But he wasn't alive now.

He had been dead for over a year.

But Lisa had not been dead.

She had spent a short time in mourning, then turned to other men. Although she enjoyed fucking them, she was always left unsatisfied, as if something was empty inside her. She would come. Lisa always came and easily, the man didn't have to work her up to orgasms. Lisa could come just thinking about a hard cock sliding into her wet, tight cunt. Sometimes she would come sitting in the strangest places, like the dentist's office. Once she thought of a hard cock, dripping and ready, she would come.

She was troubled because she always had that empty feeling after a rousing session of fucking in a motel room with some eager man.

She wasn't sure what was missing, all she knew was something important wasn't there. After the men left her, her cunt would still be burning for cock, despite the fact that she had enjoyed some very hot orgasms.

Often, she finger fucked after they left.

But that didn't help, either.

Going on this picnic with her son had been, she hoped, away of taking her mind off cock. But it failed – her cunt yearned for a hard cock.

Even as she walked slowly along the trail, her cunt was twitching and itching and burning. The crotch of her panties were soaked, and the insides of her thighs felt slippery with the juices.

Why she had worn this silly dress on a picnic, she didn't know. Her only excuse was her mind wasn't functioning very well.

She had almost walked up on her son before she realized he was there.

Mike was standing near a tall tree, his cock out of his pants. At first she thought he was taking a piss, but then she realized Mike was playing with his cock. He was facing her, looking down at his cock.

Lisa's breath caught in her throat as she looked at her son's prick. It was long, very long, and quite thick. It surprised her that his cock was so big.

The head was smooth and now swollen, and she could even see his piss hole.

It was flaring and dripping, pre-cum juices glistening in the sunlight.

He wasn't exactly jacking off. He was stroking his cock in a playful way. He was twisting it about, lifting it up, as if he enjoyed playing with it a great deal.

Lisa wondered why he didn't drop his pants. It would be nice to see his balls. It would be very nice to see his cock and balls naked, to even reach out and caress them.

She felt her cunt become hotter, almost steaming. She stood looking at her son, her eyes fixed upon his cock.

An orgasm rippled through Lisa.

She placed her hand to her mouth to stifle the soft mewl of pleasure as she came. The lips of her cunt swelled and her clitoris throbbed. Even her asshole tightened up in pleasure. She felt a tingling heat in her tits, making them swell tightly as her nipples thrust against the front of her dress.

She reeled with perverse pleasure as she watched her son playing with his hard cock. When he began to slide his fist back and forth, jacking off now, Lisa became weak. She had seen boys jack off when she was in school, and her husband used to jack off because he knew she enjoyed watching him.

Lisa was an unusual woman. Nothing was perverse to her, nothing degraded her, humiliated her. She loved to do anything an erotic mind could come up with.

Despite being quite satisfied with her husband, there were a few things he had refused to perform with and to her. But that didn't stop her from thinking about them, and coming all the time as she did.

Now, seeing her son jacking off as he leaned against that tree, here in the open, Lisa was very excited.

Concealed behind some thick shrubbery, she lifted her dress and began to run her hands over her inner thighs and tease her cunt with her fingertips, her eyes smoldering with passion as she watched her son's fist move back and forth on his cock.

Her cunt was going through some mild orgasms, but they were delicious orgasms. All her orgasms were delicious, mild or strong.

She could hear her son panting softly as he beat on his cock.

"Jack it off," she whispered very softly, her voice too low to carry to Mike. "Jack that beautiful cock off, darling! Let mother see that sweet, thick come juice spurt from your piss hole! Come! Mike! Come on the fucking grass! Jack off… jack off, jack off!"

Lisa cupped her pantied cunt, pressing her hot palm against the wetness of her crotch. Her other hand was squeezing at one tight ass cheek. Her hips were moving back and forth as she rubbed her steamy cunt, her eyes glassy in erotic delight.

"Ooooh, baby, jack that beautiful hard-on off! Let mother see you come!" The whispered words kept flowing from her mouth. "Oh, baby, squirt that come juice!"

Mike had his eyes closed. The urge to slip up next to him and take his cock into her hand was almost overwhelming. Lisa wanted to step out into the open, her skirt about her waist, stand next to him and feel his hard prick, stroke it and jack him off. And Mike, she knew, would be so excited. He would touch her, play with her tits and ass and cunt. Maybe he would fuck her.

"Fuck me she whispered. "Oh! Mike… you could put your beautiful cock in mother's cunt and fuck it! You can jack off on my cunt… come on mother's pussy… fuck mother's twat! Oh, baby, that would be so much fun! Mother's cunt is so hot… so tight and hot and wet!"

She almost missed it.

The white globs of come juice gushed from his piss hole, flying almost a foot in front of him.

Lisa's eyes glowed as she watched his cock spurting jizz time and again. She licked her lips. She pressed hard at her cunt, rubbing swiftly, her orgasm bubbling hotly.

Finished, her son rested against the tree, his cock dangling now. The head glistened wetly. Lisa's mouth watered with the desire to run her tongue over his piss hole, to taste that sweetness there.

Mike shoved away from the tree, but he didn't tuck his cock away immediately.

Lisa watched him hold his cock then he began to piss.

A flaring tingle of excitement shot through Lisa.

She had never watched a man piss before.

There was something about seeing the stream of piss leave the head of Mike's cock, splashing on the ground. She was not at all surprised to find her cunt convulsing into orgasm again.

Finished pissing, Mike shook his cock, then put it away inside his pants.

Lisa watched him move away, and when he was out of sight, she stepped from her concealment and walked to where he had been. She saw his come juice on the grass, white and wet. Squatting, she ran a fingertip through it, finding it still warm. She brought her finger to her face, looking at the wetness there.

"Ohhh, yes," she whimpered, then darted her tongue out to lick her finger.

The taste of her son's come juice on her tongue sent a ripple of delight through her.

She wiped her finger into more of the viscous liquid, licking it form her finger again. She closed her eyes and savored the sweetness of Mike's come juice. Then she began to thrust her finger in and out of her mouth as if it were a cock fucking her. She moaned in pleasure as another orgasm steamed through her cunt.

Getting to her feet, she found her legs shaky. She leaned against the tree, afraid to start walking right now. And then.

"Oh, my God she hissed. Lisa was pissing. She was pissing in her panties.

"Oh, my God!" she hissed again, looking down, unable to stop. "What in the hell…"

She tried to stop pissing, but still she continued to stream from her panties. She saw the wetness on the front of her dress. She lifted it out of the way, but it was too late. She felt the warm piss running down the insides of her thighs.

And it felt good to her.

By the time she stopped, her panties were thoroughly soaked, her thighs drenched. The front of her dress was wet too. And it felt very good to Lisa.

She didn't know why she had pissed in her panties, or why she had been unable to stop it… but she knew how good it felt.

"Perverted cunt," she giggled softly. "You're just a perverted cunt, Lisa, that's what you are. And you love being perverted, you hot-assed cocksucker!"

Lisa did love it.

She started back to the picnic site.

Her lovely face was glowing, warm sensations still tingling through her body. Her panties, pissy wet, felt good clinging to her pussy.

Mike was there.

He was resting on his side, propped up on one elbow, eating a piece of fried chicken.

"How'd you get your dress wet, Mom?" he asked, seeing how soaked the front was.

Lisa stood and looked at her son, seeing in her mind his cock squirting come juice, then pissing. She shivered and licked her lips, her eyes grazing at the front of his pants. She could see the lump of his cock and balls there, but he wasn't hard.

"You really want to know how my dress got wet?" she asked, her voice throaty. "If I told you, it might shock you, honey."

"Nothing shocks me, Mom," Mike said, grinning up at her.

"You're sure of that, darling?"

"Try me," he said.

Lisa stared at his young face, wondering if she should tell him the truth.

She smiled. Yes, it would shock him if she told him the truth.

"Are you gonna tell me, Mom?"

"You want the truth, right?" she said, her voice sounding sultry. Lisa was standing with her pelvis arched forward, her hands on her hips. She knew Mike could see halfway up her wet skirt. It pleased her that he made no pretense of looking elsewhere. Maybe he would like to know… know that she'd fuck him in a minute if he showed interest.

"You don't want me to lie and say I fell into some stream, do you?"

"There's no stream around here that I know of," he said. "What happened?"

She searched his young, handsome face. "Okay, this will shock you, Mike!"

She took a deep breath, her tits standing out. "I pissed in my panties."

Mike's eyes opened wide as he looked at his mother's face. "You what?"

"I pissed in my goddamn panties. That's what I did she said louder. Mike wasn't shocked at all.

"Why didn't you take them off, Mom?" he asked. "Who could see you out here?"

"It was an accident!" she said. "I did it before I knew what was happening."

"Nobody has that kind of accident, Mom."

"Maybe nobody else does, but I did she said.

"Show me."

Lisa wasn't sure she heard her son right.

"Say that again, Mike."

"I said, Mom… show me you pissed in your panties."

"Mike, do you know what you're asking of me?"

"Sure I know!" he said, his eyes boldly staring under her skirt. "I want you to show me you pissed in your panties.

"Why?" she asked, feeling excitement building inside her, her pulses racing.

"Why do you want me to show you?"

"Come on, Mom," Mike said. "You don't think you're hiding anything from me, do you? I know what you do at night. You play with yourself… just like I do."

"Mike, this is dangerous conversation," she said.

"Why dangerous, Mom?"

"Because it could… it could lead to… you know, it could."

She nodded her head, her eyes moving along the front of his pants. He was getting a hard on. His cock was swelling up, bulging at the front of his pants. She could almost see the outline of his prick. Almost, but not quite.

"I don't mind," Mike replied, his voice thick now. "I don't mind at all… if you don't, Mom."

Lisa trembled. Desire was flooding her body, creating a steaming storm in and around her cunt. Her clitoris was pressing at the tightness of her wet panties, and her tits were tingling in a way she had not felt before.

"You really want to see my panties?" she questioned again.

"Just to see if you did piss in them, Mom."

"You think I'm lying?"

"I don't know," Mike replied, then very deliberately ran his hand over his swollen cock. "I just want to see."

Lisa shivered, watching him rub his hard-on. She sucked in a deep breath once more, then in a swift motion, she pulled her dress to her waist.

Mike's eyes went hot as he gazed at his mother. Her bikini panties were wet, soaked with piss. Strands of cunt hair stood from the tight crotch, and the puffy outline of her pussy was revealed.

"Well, do you believe me now?" she said.

"I-I guess so," Mike stammered.

"I might as well take them off," Lisa said. She shoved her fingers into the elastic waist band. As she rolled her wet panties down, her skirt fell to conceal her cunt from his hot eyes. Holding up the panties, she suddenly giggled, then tossed them at her son. They landed in his face and she felt a throbbing in her naked cunt as her son, instead of tossing them away, rubbed them against his face.

"Why, you shit," she said, delighted at what he had done. "You like that.

Huh?"

Mike balled her wet panties up and rubbed them about his crotch, gazing at his mother. "Why shouldn't I, Mom? You and I are alike. I'm sure of that."

"We are, are we?" Lisa said, sitting down, but making sure her skirt was over her knees. "What makes you think so, Mike?"

"I don't think so at all – I know it."

She could feel his eyes burning through the top of her dress, as if he could see her tits. His eyes told her he was right – they were the same, had the same mind, the same erotic thoughts.

He had admitted hearing her at night, playing with her cunt, her body. He admitted to her about jacking off, honestly and openly. His obvious hard-on was evidence enough that he was excited. But at his age any girl would excite him. He was growing and the sex juices were boiling in his balls.

Mike would probably fuck anything available, herself included.

But would he hate her, find her disgusting, hateful and perverted?

She had to take that chance. Her cunt was about to melt between her thighs.

She writhed her ass on the blanket near her son.

Again she took a deep breath, her tits thrusting out firm and high.

"Okay," she said in a thick voice, "If we're alike. If we think alike… take your cock out. I dare you to take your hard prick out right now… in front of me."