I sat on the balcony of the over-priced sports club relaxing into my uncomfortable heavy iron chair and taking in the view over the rolling green golf course, lined afar with bushy pine trees so as to do their best to hide the housing subdivision behind them from the other over-paying members. The sky was turning to a burnt orange as the sun set and I basked in the warm glow of a dying sun and several lagers on top of my tired muscles.
My name is Tommy Butler and I just won the tennis tournament.
Actually, me and my Mom did. Sorry, my Mom and I did. Her name is Wendy Butler and we've been practicing tennis together since I was 12 and she wanted to lose some mom weight. She's a true beauty of a woman, although I don't like to hear that as we really do look very much alike. The family resemblance, even I'll admit, is very strong between us. She's 5'6" and I'm 5'8", she 42 me 22, we're both around 150lbs (what I make up for in height she makes up in motherly curves) and have Roman-black hair and just-shy-of-olive white skin. My hair is cut short, just longer than a buzz cut, hers flows down to her shoulders. We look very much alike and very much like mother and son.
It turned out we'd both been quite good at the tennis and had kept it up before entering in the local country club's family doubles tournament when I'd been 17 and had done pretty well, but this is the first time we'd won. And we'd worked hard to do it. Playing 6 days a week for months on end as we approached this year's tournament, sometimes twice a day during the weeks the tournament's knockout rounds were being played on those Saturdays. This year we'd made it. I sighed contentedly and turned my head to the right to gaze happily over the large gold-colored winner's cup on the table, what was left in my pint as well as mom's empty pint glass. I'd been surprised she'd ordered beer but as she doesn't drink often, she'd ordered one of what I was having, which turned to two, which turned to three.
My mom, Wendy, had gone inside to use the facilities before she said she'd come to get me so we could say our goodbyes and go home. It had been quite the celebration - in a gentle, country club way - and we were now due to make our pleasantries and leave as it was getting late; everyone had already gone inside to the bar area as the sun made its bed and mom had told me to stay here so she knew where I was and could grab me for a quick exit - she was clearly pretty tipsy and hadn't wanted to lose track of me.
Although we had been members here some years since the first family tournament, we didn't really feel comfortable with all these rich people peacocking to each other. We just weren't those type of hoity-toity people although had had years of entertainment between the two of us making a little fun at the old guard and their ways, when all we wanted to do was to play tennis. We definitely got a feeling we weren't quite good enough to be members here, to the point we felt they were patting themselves on the back that they had allowed lower-class folk like us in and we were the one shining example of a family they used and kept around to show how they definitely weren't superior elitist types. That we'd won this year was the icing on the cake for us and I could now feel the as-yet un-vocalized question of whether we'd retain our memberships, was hanging in the air. Still, there was time for all that yet. Tonight was for celebrating.
Mom came back through the balcony door with a pained expression on her face, but before I noticed that I felt my heart flutter at seeing her. Weird. She's my mom. Yet there was just something about the way she floated through the door and the lights from inside shone through her hair that really spoke to me for a second. Damn beers. I think we've also been bonding a little too closely recently and maybe I need to get out there cruising for chicks again; I'd not even thought about it while this tournament was on and had only hung out with her and, at night, my laptop, diving headfirst down rabbit holes of filth. This week's focus had been watersports and my obsession had been getting a little stronger recently to the point it was something I really wanted to try. I'd been abstaining both from drinking alcohol and from women and now the tournament was over I'm 3 pints deep and getting horny.
"Shit," mom began her declaration, snapping me back to reality. Shit indeed; had I really just been checking out my own mom? Maybe I need to lay off those incest fetish sites too. "There's a long line in the ladies," Mom followed, "I don't know what to do."
"Erm," I sat back with a smug grin on my face, "have you tried waiting in the line?"
"It's too long," she pouted back, "I never should have had those beers I'm not used to them. Where's the other ladies?"
"How should I know?!" I exclaimed. She shifted to the side. It was a peepee dance. Is that what had caught my attention and made my perverted heart flutter?
"I don't know, I feel uncomfortable asking people here," she said, followed by an "ugh" in resignation as she spotted a waiter walking past the door and yanked it open while making eye contact with him. I carried on staring out over the balcony as I heard her ask and be told it's the only ladies' room on site. She shut the door and I turned my gaze back to her and could tell she was annoyed. She had my attention now as I was getting a little turned on by her peepee dance and was allowing horny feelings to creep in after the emotional release of knowing there's no more tennis to prepare for.
"Damn men's clubs!" She cried. "Only one women's bathroom in the whole place, no wonder the line's so long. There's no way I'll make it. We've got to go, now!"
"No way!" I swallowed a mouthful of beer quickly to say into my glass currently held to my mouth, "I've still got half a pint left and we've got to say our goodbyes. There's no way I'm slipping out the back with this trophy, there's plenty of posh people here I want to lord it over yet." I could tell she was in a quandary of what to do. This was annoying me now as we'd been getting along so well and having such a great celebration but this was killing the mood. Damn patriarchy and their one women's bathroom. "I know" I joked, "piss out here on the balcony. That'll show 'em."
A big grin grew across my face as I realized how much I'd just amused myself by the suggestion and my head swam from the beer. "Go in one of those potted plants" I recommended, pointing with my glass towards a large potted palm on the balcony. I was getting a little sloppy.
"Oh, as if!" Mom poked back, but I could tell the joke had lightened her mood a little, "you're right though, damn patriarchy. I'd love to piss on their balcony and show them what they've made me do!" Her emphasis on the word 'piss' had stung a little in its brashness. This was getting fun.
"Do it!" I joked, wondering how far this would go.
"I can't!" she insisted, "everyone will see!"
"Oh mom, as if you haven't always loved being an exhibitionist!" I was right about that. The tiny bikinis she'd worn on family vacations that even I'd thought inappropriate as a kid; the sex noises coming from the next tent. The tiny tennis outfit she had on now, complete with white pleated microskirt that was definitely shorter than all the other moms' but worn under the guise of being proper apparel.
"That's different," she said, matter-of-factly, surprising me in her admission.
I looked into her eyes and followed her gaze to the table to see her staring at her empty pint glass. Just as I realized what was going through her head, she confirmed it. "Hand me that glass."
Those words rocked my world. Changed it. Turned everything upside down.
I instantly grabbed her glass and handed it to her, hopefully not too quickly. It took about as much time for me to bring the glass from the table to the right of me into her hand on my left, as it did for my jaw to hit the floor and my eyebrows to hit the ceiling in shock. She wasn't seriously going to do this, was she?
"Well, don't look!" She told me, "keep an eye out!"
I turned my head away while making sure nobody was approaching the balcony. Since everyone headed inside as the sun set it had only been her and I chatting for a good 20 minutes before her nature called and she'd headed inside to start this chain of events. No-one had even opened the door in all that time except her, so in my boozy state I took the gamble we were safe.
I heard it. The trickle. The tinkle of the glass filling. The hiss of the pee coming out of my mother's vagina as the stream got to full strength! I had to look. I turned my head to coyly check things out from the corner of my eye, trying to be subtle. A strong wave of arousal washed over me. I'd never been so turned on, it was like a switch had been flipped by the sexiest, most perverse thing I'd never imagined happening mere inches from me. I looked out the corner of my eye but all I could see was the bottom of the pint glass from under her skirt as one hand held the glass and the other, I presumed, was holding her panties to the side, while the front flap of her skirt did it's best to hide her modesty while she did her very best to lose it in front of me. A drop fell off the bottom of the glass and I traced it falling to the floor. Was that piss or condensation?
I was now back staring directly at the glass and could see her looking down to it, too. She chuckled a little as she realized the naughtiness of what she was doing. I could hear the hiss of the pee coming from her vagina and was hooked. It was music. Pure filth music. Nothing had ever turned me on so much. The glass condensed on the outside and I could see from the exposed bottom of the glass the color of her watery beer piss.
"It's filling up! It's gonna overflow!" She laughingly panicked before I saw her midriff muscles clench and cut off the stream as her one hand dipped the pint under the hem of her skirt, the other grabbing the hem of her panties and adjusting it back over her - what I can only now assume was piss-wet - pussy. She was now holding it, playing it off like it was a pint to drink, while looking side to side to see what to do with it. Her eyes settled on mine as she finally noticed I had watched and was in shock. "I told you not to watch!" She scolded.
"Um, yeah, sorry," I stumbled, frazzled. Blushing. A dry mouth surrounded by all this water. "I couldn't help it."
"Oh my god you're turned on aren't you" she teased. Now she was more relieved my teasing mom came back out to play.
"What? No way!" I denied while watching her eyes travel down to my crotch and seeing the shock now in her eyes as she saw my pants tenting. I shut my legs and sat forward to hide my erection but knew it hadn't worked.
"Oh God it's Julie and Kevin!" she said, interrupted, looking over my shoulder through the window and declaring their heading towards us. Julie and Kevin were the Stepford-esque mother and son team who normally won the tennis and were doing their very best not to show how offended they were we'd taken it from them this year. "Good job they waited, Mr. Lookout," she joked about me abandoning my duties, "sort out that boner they're coming this way!" Apparently, all modesty had been dropped and all was now damage control to stop anyone from finding out what had just happened. She was right, though, I had to do something as these tennis shorts couldn't hide a boner from a blind man, especially my 7-inch cock throbbing from having seen my own mother fill a glass so lewdly. I stood up and moved behind her so she could cover me, just as they opened the door to step out onto the balcony and mom placed the glass onto the table next to mine and next to our trophy.
"Wow, guys!" Julie congratulated us. "Seriously good stuff out there today, congrats dah-lings!" Her fakeness was overwhelming. I wanted this to end so I could go back to that insanely charged moment with Mom, hoping the moment hadn't faded as that was a lot of fun.
Kevin, Julie's son, moved to the side of his mother, within dangerous eyeline of my stiff member. I grabbed mom's shoulders to try and make it not look like I was stood awkwardly behind her.
"Aw, Thaaaanks!" Mom cascaded back towards Julie, who'd leant in for "kisses, mwah!" (ugh). Playing the part as was expected in an establishment like this. Mom leant forward to meet her theatrical cheek kisses, at which point I held onto her shoulders and moved her back into me so she didn't expose my hardon, which accidentally made her ass press hard against my cock. Had she just pushed back?
"Well done Tommy," congratulated Kevin, in my direction over Mom's shoulder, "It was neck and neck until that last set and you both certainly deserved that win! Cheers!" And, with that, he held his glass towards me to offer me a 'cheers'. I could see the disappointment in his eyes, though. Cunt. Anyway, I had to get out of this situation and there were only 2 glasses on the table. I knew from previous encounters with these 2 posers if we didn't play ball and follow suit there'd be a whole debacle about us 'having a refill' and I wanted nothing more than to get away from these losers and get back to the sexually charged moment I was enjoying with my mom. Mom and I had turned to the table at the same time out of instinct to grab a glass to raise, but I noticed her hand pause at the only drinks available and I could read her signal of wondering how we'd get out of this one.
I stepped up to the plate.
I grabbed the glass Mom had just set down - the one filled with her own water, and clinked it to Julie's and Kevin's. I felt Mom tense under me as she recoiled from what I'd done. Them not knowing and me playing along, me knowing I was really making her squirm, all turned to Mom expectantly for her to also raise a glass as is etiquette. Encouraged by my left hand remaining on her shoulder giving her a nudge, she slowly, deliberately, moved her left hand to what had previously been my pint glass, filled with actual beer, and raised it up, clinking it together with the other three proffered glasses. She turned her head and watched in horror? Shock? Excitement? I couldn't tell, as I brought the glass to my lips and, making full eye contact with her, with a big grin on my face shining through my eyes, took a big gulp of her steaming hot pee.
She held eye contact. My brain went into overdrive. I was so horny by now and this hot piss was flowing down my throat like it was the nectar of the gods themselves. It was such an erotically charged, filthy moment. It was piss from my Mom's pussy! It was watery, sweet, a slight musk, my nose in the glass being bathed in the steam. I'd never realized how beautiful this would be. I kept sipping. Making eye contact with mom. Swallowing. Staring into her soul. Raising the bottom of the glass. Gulping. My eyes glazed over as did hers. It was like 2 lovers making eye contact as they Lady and the Tramped a pasta string together, except this was more intimate. Another gulp. My tongue becoming saturated and feeling the slick piss running down the back of my throat. Heaven. Salt. Sugar. Water. Pussy. Mom. Sex. Piss. Thoughts whirl winded through my mind as I could see through her eyes and into her soul, they did to her. I've never felt so connected with someone as I stared into her very being, as I drank her very being. By now I'm chugging like a frat boy on a mission. Necking a pint. Mom and I sharing a moment so intimate, so erotic we've shut everyone else in the world out as Kevin and Julie look on with fading smiles, trying to politely still be part of the conversation and moment but seeing they were clearly fighting a losing battle, while also trying not to show how crude they found it a drink was being chugged in their precious fucking country club.
I finished the drink and theatrically held it upside down above my open mouth as the last drop fell onto my tongue. Julie laughed a quick 'ha!' to try and pretend she wasn't offended by my display of alcohol intake, little did she know what she had really seen. As far as I was concerned, Julie could fuck off.
I lowered the glass and Mom and I stood there staring into each other's eyes. There was a look on her face I couldn't make out. It looked damn well like lust but I'd not seen Mom like that before so couldn't tell. Until half a minute ago, we'd only been here to play tennis, now I knew from this bizarre turn of events that I had to have her. I've just done more than have her and to fuck her was almost like taking a step back. My mind was in a tornado, a frenzy, a piss-drunk lust fog.
I turned to Julie and Kevin. "Well, thanks guys." I said, firmly, knowing it was time for them to leave. They obviously sensed something was up as they mumbled a bit and went back inside. Good. Fuck 'em. I've just been blasted into the stratosphere and had something new to focus on, a new mission to accomplish.
Mom was still staring at me. I could feel it. I watched Julie and Kevin walk through the doorway and followed the door with my eyes as it closed. It popped into its frame and I turned to Mom. She was still staring at me. Processing.
"What. The. Fuck." She said to me. She still had the same blank, shocked expression on her face. It slapped me back into reality as I wondered if I hadn't gone a little too far and misread the situation. Who does that? Who chugs their mom's piss while rubbing their hard cock into her ass, in front of people? What was her plan? What would she do?
"What. The. Fuck." She repeated. Whether this was going to pay off or backfire I decided to sit back down to face it. As I did, I felt the weight of my own lager-filled bladder inside me.
I looked up at Mom for her to say something.
"I've. I've never-" She began. "I'm shocked. Is that what you're into?"
She knew me. She knew I'd gotten a perverse kick out of that. Time to be honest. We'd been pretty intimate already today.
"Um, no. A bit. I've thought about it though."
"Oh." She said, blankly. She still stared ahead. She took a deep breath in involuntarily. It was ragged. She was weighing options as to what to do, I could tell.
"Are you ok?" I asked, my tone of voice trying to portray to her that was what was more important than anything.
"I'm, er, I'm puzzled." She stated.
Fuck this. I'm turned on like crazy, I've got a belly full of my mom's piss I can feel swishing around inside me and I'm floating on the win of a tennis tournament. I shouldn't have done it but I was in a frenzy and threw not just caution, but fucking everything to the wind.
"You're turned on, aren't you." I told her. It wasn't a question. It was a statement. She turned to me.
"Yes."
"That's hot." I don't know what had gotten in to me. My cock had never been harder. I pushed. "Got any more?"
"Yes." She was so turned on she was like a robot. I handed her the glass. She took it in her right hand and held it under her skirt. Her left hand pulled her panties aside and I saw her start to fill it again. This was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. Angelic. The rolling greens of the golf course, the deep burnt orange of the skyline, the darkened silhouette of neatly manicured pine trees. The outline of my mom's splendid figure filling a glass with her aqua vida, preparing me the most intimate drink that would satiate me like a man lost in the desert finding a bottle of water. She was in a daze. She pissed until it was full and didn't stop, her boiling piss overflowing the sides of the glass and splashing onto the concrete below with a thousand slapping noises of big droplets. I saw her clench her midriff again and she passed the glass to me, this time not trying to avoid her skirt but pushing past it from within, giving me the sexiest glimpse of her trimmed-hair covered pussy.
I grabbed the glass from her and held it to my lips, slowly tipping it to let the boiling hot piss slide down my throat. It was hotter than last time, not having sat on the table before drinking. I gulped and I gulped and I gulped, her eyes washing with what I now knew was lust. She moved towards my bent leg and sat herself on my knee, I could feel her wet pussy glide along the top of my leg. I could feel it getting warm as she let some more piss out of her wet cunt over my knee and thigh. It rolled down my thigh into my crotch, soaking my shorts in the crevice between my cock and ass. Rolling down my shin into my shoe. I stopped drinking, I couldn't chug that much liquid, and held the glass to her. She took it and held it to her lips, staring deep into my eyes as she tipped the glass and poured her own piss down her throat. I saw a little swallow but maybe it was too much for her, she let the hot piss spill out around her mouth and fall down her chin onto her chest. Instantly her thin sports polo shirt turned opaque, outlining her nipples which I could tell were rock hard.
I raised my hand and grabbed at her soaked chest, rubbing piss deep into her shirt and massaging her stiff, wet nipple. She was riding my knee now full force, sliding a good 6 inches per thrust along my thigh, coating it in her sticky juices, getting herself off as quickly as she could. Frenzied. I dragged my hand down her torso, down her thigh until the bottom of her skirt then back up to rub at her pussy. I lifted her skirt to see it and saw her bare pussy, panties still to the side from where she'd moved them to piss into my glass, rubbing feverishly upon my knee. She leant forward and rubbed my diamond hard tent pole between my spread legs. The world was stopped around us. I moved back and, in one smooth, swift motion, unzipped my shorts and leant forward to resume rubbing her pussy. She instantly fished my cock out of my shorts and started to jerk me up and down while trying to ride both my hand and my knee in a sexual fever.
I had a surprise in store. Since indulging in solo piss play, I had figured out how to piss with a hardon, and those four and a half pints - three beers and one and a half pints of mommy piss - were waiting to let go. I pushed my muscles from below and, as Mom rode my leg while jerking me off, my 7-inch steel pole of a cock erupted a torrent of piss everywhere like a firehose with no-one holding onto it. She groaned when she felt it splash down on her hand and arm, still jerking me off. By now I was allowing her to ride my leg while my left hand had her grabbed on her waist just above her bent thigh, using it as leverage to push her backwards and forwards. She leant forward, swinging her leg over mine to be between my legs, and aimed the piss hose of my cock directly at her face and chest, drenching herself. She moved her face forward and, if she hadn't been able to drink piss at first out of the glass, that inhibition was now gone as she placed her mouth directly over the head of my cock and closed it creating a seal, taking a good three huge gulps of hot piss directly from my penis.
I looked down in shock. She moved her mouth and, still holding my cock aimed at her face, looked up at me with the most lust filled, sexy mommy look I her eyes, as my piss continued hitting her chin and falling down her now completely see-through polo short and over her ample tits. She smiled at me. Smiled. In the midst of all this she still wanted me to know I'm her special boy.
She lowered her head again, still holding my cock straight up, and licked my balls, from the bottom of my sack, all the way up to the tip of my cock. Nibbled her way back down along the shaft. Piss flowed all over her head, into her hair and down her back, all over her face and into her open mouth, falling back down onto me and drenching me further. I was in heaven. Nothing has ever, or likely will ever, be as erotic to me as that moment. The musty smell of piss mixed with the smell of the pines and the musty smell of dusk settling in, and I looked back over the balcony and realized life would never be better.
It was a quick, beautiful moment of love in a suddenly lust-filled universe. A dead quiet in the eye of the hurricane. I came back to my lust filled-senses and realized how good this was and how could I make it better. I looked into my mother's eyes and told her: "Mom. I need to fuck you."
She didn't hesitate. She knew. "Yeah. Mommy's gonna fuck you baby," she reassured. Still holding onto my cock, she stood up and moved her torso over me, stepping one leg over my side in a fluid motion as she lowered her pelvis towards mine and adjusted her grip so she could angle my cock into her. My piss had slowed down but it was still pushing a slow stream of urine, which she didn't wait to stop but sat down on me, using her hand to dig the head of my cock into her pussy like it was a spoon digging for yogurt. A wet splash came down my balls and I wondered if it was her squirting in some way, or some piss being forced out of her piss tube, or even my piss being pushed out from her cunt canal. All I knew was that it didn't matter right now it was just one of many sprinkles of delight on this whole scenario.
The scalding hot recesses of my mother's pussy were like fire on my hard cock. I couldn't believe how hot and tight she was. Luckily, she was so wet, from her own juices and both of our piss, she slid easily down my cock with each thrust from us. I watched as her pussy split itself over my swollen member, the big vein down the top of my cock that I'd always been proud of, driving itself home to where it had once come from. Mom's legs were so widely spread that her clit was on show and I could see it clearly and it, too, was rock hard in sensation.
Mom bottomed out on my cock and her pussy clenched round me as she came. I stopped momentarily, looking into her eyes. She smiled at me. A motherly smile. Happy to have me home where I belonged. This was it. I was as deep in my mother as I could go, covered in both our piss and with a belly full of her piss swishing around inside me. We stared deeply into each other's eyes as I flexed my cock muscles and she flexed her cunt muscles around me, telling each other we loved each other through our eyesight and genital muscles alone, while her pussy juices trickled around me as she kept in a state of almost constant orgasm.
She looked over my shoulder and froze. The world had been stopped around us and right now she'd just broken that wall and taken in our surroundings. It made me realize where we were, too. I had completely forgotten not just where we were, but that anything else had even existed outside me and her at that moment.
"They're looking." She said. I turned my head to see.
At least 30 members of the upper class, high society establishment of our little home town, all dressed in either tennis wear or spectator wear, were stopped looking through the window at us. I saw inquisitive looks from some of those who I had deemed to be more open minded, but overall, I saw complete disgust and shock. Someone dropped a glass and everyone tensed as the sound crashed through the air.
Mom's pussy clenched around me and squirted more cum over me, running down around my balls. More so than last time. This had really done it for her, she really was a sick exhibitionist. Like me. I grabbed her hips and pulled her up, raising her up on my cock, before letting her go and sinking her back down onto me. In that one thrust I brushed away any sense of shame or guilt and firmly painted a strong coating of lust back over Mom. I continued grabbing her hips and pushing her back down, fucking her hard, as she continued looking over my shoulder, making eye contact with as many of her spectators as she could, loving being the star of her own mega-perverted show. The tightness in her constantly clenching pussy showed it.
She started to get into being the showwoman. "That's it, baby. Fuck your mommy! Fuck her hard! Ugh! My God you feel so good! What's the matter guys, never seen a mother loving on her son before? Uuughh!" Her pussy clenched around me as she came again, driven back over the edge by the extreme vulgarity of her own words. "Never seen a mother fuck her son?" Another gush over my balls. I could feel the boiling of my own cum starting in the bottom of my feet. I could tell this was going to be a big one, I was shocked it had taken this long but this was one epic fuck in an epic situation and my body knew to make it count. "Julie!" She called, focusing her attention on her through the thin glass window of the club, knowing everyone could hear every word through the old building's single pane windows while I was lifting and lowering her hips into mine, "Julie! You should try this! Uuughh! You'll never have a better prick than your son's, trust me! Uugh! It's like it's made for my pussy! Ugh! A perfect fit! Uuughhh! Oh God! My son's come home! Cum in me baby! Cum in your mother's pussy! Uuughhh!" And with that she started shuddering, constantly squirting a huge amount of cum down over my balls, tightening her arms around my shoulders and burying her face into my neck, almost having a seizure it felt. I've never seen someone cum so hard. That fact that it was my mother, driven to this from my efforts slamming her up and down my stiff cock, pushed me over the edge into my own orgasm.
"Mom! Mom! Mom!" I cried to her, to the air, to our audience, as I held back as long as I could for the last few strokes before I came. I picked her up until she was almost completely off my cock, and slammed her back down as far as she would go over me, us both crying into the air in complete lust filled pleasure waves, the hardest orgasms anyone has ever felt, as I filled my mother's pussy, womb and insides with the biggest load of hot, sticky white cum I've ever unloaded. It had started in my feet and jettisoned up inside me through my very soul and out the tip of my penis into my mother. It kept coming in spurt after spurt after spurt, the flexing of my cock as it came tickling mom's pussy into another orgasm which made her squirt pussy juice down over my balls and between my legs, the sensation of which making me pump another load deep into her.
My arms were wrapped around her tight, as were hers around me, as we held each other in love, enjoying pure, filthy, animalistic passion and intensity. Everything around us had stopped again as all that mattered in the universe was each other and holding on as we came down from our high, struggling for breath with both our hearts beating, in unison, out of our chests.
I felt us come back down to earth and the fog started to clear, but I still daren't move a muscle for fear of this magical moment ending. I felt my cock start to soften inside mom, even with her mini after shock orgasms clenching around me. At that moment I felt another trickle down the shaft of my penis, roll over my balls, between my legs and pool up around my asshole, boiling hot.
"Are you peeing?" I asked her, lovingly.
"Yeeesss!" She responded into my neck, in an intimately light-hearted tone of someone who might have just admitted they'd naughtily slipped an extra candy bar into their lover's lunch box, rather than taken yet another piss over her own son's cum slickened balls.
I nuzzled my nose into her neck by her ear. "I love you, mom."
She raised her head and looked at me and placed her lips on mine. It was our first kiss.
We made out for a few seconds before I felt the passion start to rise. I didn't feel this was the right time and broke away.
"I think we'd better get out of here."
"Yeah," Mom agreed, sitting up a little straighter, remembering we were in public being stared at and that we'd most likely just broken dozens of laws. She looked over my shoulder and saw everyone still standing there staring, mouths agape in shock.
I helped her off me by grabbing her hips and lifting as she stood up and my cock slid out of her. As she moved her legs to step back globs of my fresh cum were falling out of her and rolling down her shaky legs. She was stood up straight now and did her best to press her skirt down to protect her modesty, a token gesture at this point. I stood and tucked my still half-hard cock into my yellow-stained white tennis shorts and zipped my fly back up and flattened down my polo shirt which was surprisingly dry. We looked at each other and I pecked a kiss onto her lips, before taking two steps forward and grabbing the door handle, holding the door for her like a true gentleman. She grabbed the trophy we'd won and started through the door, me following after her, walking past a group of 30 shocked, silent elites, dripping piss and cum on their fancy carpets. I knew she wouldn't be able to help herself.
"Well, good night everybody. I hope you enjoyed the show. I'm sorry to say we must tender our resignation from the club, we have what we need now," holding the trophy up with the hand she'd been holding it in but everyone knowing that's not what she meant. "I hope next year's winners' celebration beats ours." She turned to Kevin, stood next to Julie. "I hope you enjoyed the show. I see your boner." And rolled her head with laughter at her own joke. I scoffed a laugh as I saw Kevin turn beet red in shame and guilt of admission as Julie, red faced, looked down and saw it, too. I wasn't even embarrassed, neither was Mom, we were on top of the world. I held my hand in the small of her back navigating the way as we walked out of the function room, through the entrance hall and through the front door. In a massive show of unnecessary cherry-on-top exit, Mom casually smashed the trophy against the window in the door, shattering the glass from its frame as we felt everyone's eyes on us as we left.