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Authors name: Sarah
Story Title : Kathy
From: Australia - 011 43 7719 8871
PART 1 OF 5
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K A T H Y F U C K S H E R B A B Y
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This is a story about a young mother (28) and her son (13).
This takes place somewhere in Australia. It could have happened to
you, that is if you had a mom like Kathy...
Kathy looked around carefully. She had to piss, piss badly,
and the house was too far away. She was one of those women who, when
they had to piss, had to piss immediately. When she had to hold it in,
she became acutely uncomfortable, and much to her embarrassment, had
pissed into her pants at certain times. She was in the vegetable
garden, and it would have been easy to piss if she had been wearing a
dress. But she was wearing jeans, tight jeans. Johnny was in the
house, but he could be looking out of a window at her. She knew he did
that often, peeking at her when he felt he could get away with it. She
had not minded his looking, he was young, curious. She would rather
have him peek at her than sneak around trying to peek at other women
or little girls, maybe getting himself in trouble.
She had always been careful not to wear anything that
might excite his young emotions, always careful how she sat or walked
about the house. She never wore her nightgown in front of him. Her
nightgowns weren't designed for the eyes of a young boy.
She examined the house carefully, trying to see if Johnny was
at a window. She couldn't see clearly because of the sun. She felt as
if she was going to piss in her jeans any time. She felt a bit of piss
dribble into her panties.
"Oh, shit!" she moaned, knowing she was going to piss whether
Johnny was watching or not.
She stood, a slight blush on her lovely face and opened her
jeans. She quickly pulled the zipper, and shoving her jeans and
panties down, squatted.
From his bedroom window, Johnny was indeed peeking.
He caught a brief flash of the thick hair on his mother's
cunt, and then her body was down. But to his delight, his mother
wasn't hidden. He could see right down a neat row of vegetables.
He watched his mother part her thighs, holding her jeans and
panties out of the way. He could see the hair of her cunt, but was too
far away to see her pussy clearly. He did see, however, the golden
piss as it streamed out. The sun glinted and made her piss sparkle.
His cock strained at his summer shorts, and he pulled the leg of them
away. His young cock thrust forward, his cockhead achingly swollen.
He gripped his shaft hard, his eyes straining to watch his mother
piss.
Relief moved over Kathy's face as she pissed. At that moment,
she didn't care who could see her. It felt so good to piss. She
sighed, leaning over her knees, watching her hot piss stream out of
her cunt and pool on the ground. There was something, a tiny some-
thing, that excited her. She couldn't see her cunt, but only the thick
curls covering it. She could see the stream arcing out of her pussy,
and felt an odd tingle move along her naked ass flesh.
She looked down, puzzled. She didn't know why it suddenly
excited her. She had never felt excited about taking a piss before,
only relief. She could feel something like an impending orgasm. The
sensation seemed to be increasing, and she pissed harder and stronger.
She leaned as far over as she could, still keep her balance,
trying desperately to see her cunt, wondering what was happening to
her.
"Ooooh!" she cried out softly as a mild orgasm suddenly
caused her cunt to contract. The stream of hot piss stopped, and as
the convulsions of orgasm whipped through her pussy, it came out in
short, quick spurts, making a hissing sound that seemed erotic, thril-
ling. "Ohhh, my God!"
Johnny had lifted the window, and in his excitement, leaned
out in an effort to see his mother better. He was gripping his cock
as hard as he could, his eyes straining. He still couldn't see his
mother's pussy, but the sun made her spurting piss glint like gold.
With a grunt, he spurted cum juice against the wall beneath the
window.
Then Kathy saw her son.
A flush crept over her face, knowing he was watching her. But
she couldn't stand. She was still pissing now that her orgasm was
over. She stared right at him, unable to do anything. She just squat-
ted and pissed, watching her son as he leaned out of the window and
looked at her.
After what seemed like hours, Kathy finished. But her son was
still leaning out and boldly looking at her. She couldn't stand up
because he would see her pants were down, see her cunt before she
could pull them up. Yet he could see her cunt if she kept squatting,
too.
With a tremor, she stood. She gripped her jeans, but they
slipped from her hands. With an embarrassed cry, she grabbed, but it
was too late. She knew her son had seen her, naked between her waist
and knees. Finally grabbing her pants in a desperate grip, she jerked
them upward, her panties twisting and balling inside the crotch of her
jeans.
Johnny had seen. He saw the fan-shape of his mother's cunt
hair and his cock had swollen into a powerful hardness once more.
Kathy, getting her jeans fastened, turned her back to her son
in shyness, pulling at the zipper. Her panties weren't on right, and
they were uncomfortable, but she wasn't going to slide her jeans down
and adjust them with her son watching.
Johnny stared at the shape of his mother's ass. Her jeans were
very tight, and it was almost as if she had nothing on. Her asters
were compact, round and firm, swelling in a tantalizing manner.
He began to rub his fist back and forth on his cock.
Kathy, still feeling embarrassed, quickly moved nervously to-
ward the garage. She was sure she could feel her son's eyes following
her, but she was afraid to look.
In fact, Johnny was not watching his mother now. He was sit-
ting on the edge of his bed, legs spread open, pumping his fist fran-
tically up and down his cock. He had pulled the crotch of his shorts
to one side, letting his young balls dangle out. They swung as he
jacked off, his fist jerking furiously. Mouth was gaping and he was
gasping, his eyes watching the swollen head of his cock.
Kathy washed up in the garage, still feeling slightly embar-
rassed about pissing in the garden with Johnny seeing. There was a
shaking in her legs, and she couldn't understand the unusual heat
between her thighs. Her panties seemed balled up in the crotch of her
jeans, pressing almost into her pussy. She could feel her clit, swol-
len hard, pressing at the rough seam of her jeans. She noticed her
hands shook as she washed them.
The shirt she wore was tied beneath her tits, and now was
loose, but she wasn't paying any attention to it. She was seeing the
expression on her son's face as he watched her taking a piss. She had
not seen disgust there; she had seen blatant lust, excitement, desire.
She had come once before when she pissed.
It had happened when she was still married. It happened on the
side of a road when she and her husband were traveling, and he had
seen her piss. She had come then, but forgotten about it. Slumping
against the wall, she wondered what was happening to her. Her cunt was
throbbing, her cunt-lips painfully swollen, and her clit felt as if it
was going to explode. The sensations were unbelievable. The feelings
were fantastic, better than any feelings she'd ever experienced. The
shirt beneath her tits came loose, and it hung open, her bra showing.
She started to put her hand on her cunt, and drew it away quickly,
afraid she would come if she touched it, no matter how lightly.
But she came anyway.
Kathy came as in her mind she saw her son leaning out the
window and watching her piss. The very mental image of him watching
her piss caused her to come!
Gathering strength, she left the garage and walked into the
house. She was going to confront her son. She could not let him keep
peeking at her. It wasn't good for him, and it wasn't good for her.
She had to stop it now.
She opened her son's closed door and stepped in.
Then froze.
Johnny was sitting on the edge of his bed, jacking off fran-
tically, his eyes closed, his swollen cock throbbing in his hand.
Determination left Kathy as she stared.
She saw his fist going up and down on his hard-on, his young
balls swinging back and forth, his legs very wide. The feeling of
orgasm seemed to boil between her thighs again, stronger than ever.
She clutched her hands into tight fists unable to take her eyes off
his cock and balls. Her nipples felt painful in the confines of her
bra. She was not yet aware that her shirt was open. She gazed mesmer-
ized at her son's cock, at his swollen cockhead, watching his piss
hole flare, seeing the wetness there.
Kathy was unaware she was moving, walking closer. Her eyes
never left his cock. She wasn't aware that she stood before her son,
or that he had finally lifted his eyes to her. She wasn't aware that
he was gazing at her bra, seeing the creamy fullness of her breasts
about to burst from their cups. The only thing she was aware of was
his cock, the head so smooth and swollen. Kathy hadn't seen a mans
penis for over two years now, and the sight was so compelling, the
memories of sex came flooding back.
Johnny made a swallowing sound as he stared at his mother's
bra. His cock seemed to bulge from his fist. He wasn't pumping now,
but squeezing at his cock as hard as he could.
Kathy's legs shook, and she slowly dropped to her knees, her
eyes staring hungrily at her son's prick and dangling balls. She
placed her hands on his thighs, feeling the heat of his flesh on her
palms. She made a soft sobbing sound and stroked her hands up Johnny's
thighs slowly. Johnny removed his fist from his cock, watching his
mother with hooded eyes. His cock stuck straight up from his crotch.
Kathy stopped the movements of her hands when she reached her
son's crotch. The tips of her fingers were very, very close to his
balls, and she could feel the intense heat radiating from them. She
gazed at his swollen cockhead, his dripping piss hole, his almost
hairless but full-looking balls. She was breathing in short gasps, her
lips parted, nostrils flaring. The lips of her cunt felt ready to rip
the seams of her jeans, her clit excitingly smashed there. She felt a
shiver flow through her body, a shiver that caused her full breasts to
quiver.
"Oh, God!" she moaned in a soft, thick sound. "Oh, my God!"
Her right fist darted to her son's cock, her left cupping his
steaming balls. The feel of them almost made her come. She clung to
his hanging balls and began to jack on his cock, her fist very tight.
Johnny moaned and leaned back, watching his mother's fist pounding his
cock, his eyes darting from her hand to her cupped breasts. He lifted
his hips, arcing his cock upward, moaning with pleasure.
Kathy's eyes gleamed with lust, showing her excitement. She
pumped up and down, twisting at his tender balls. She made soft
sounds, hissing and cooing and sobbing. Her ass swayed as the exqui-
site heat grew between her legs. Her bunched panties felt as if they
were sliding into her cunt, her clit aching against the seam of her
jeans.
"Oh, yes!" she whispered. "Yes, yes!"
Johnny didn't know what his mother meant, nor did he care. He
was twisting his hips about, lifting his ass, fucking into his
mother's fist, up and down, ready to explode and seed gushes of hot
come juice out of his young balls again.
"Please! " Kathy whispered mindlessly, her fist pounding fast
and vigorously on her son's cock. "Please...oh, please!"
Johnny made a gulping sound. Thick come juice boiled from his
prick.
Kathy's eyes filled with tears as she gasped excitedly,
watching the white, creamy come juice spew from his piss-hole. It
flew high, then splashed back down over her gripping fist and arm.
The feel of it seemed to raise blisters on her flesh. She held his
balls tightly, feeling them writhe as they emptied. Each throb of
his spurting cock sent a rippling tingle down to her cunt. She kept
making hissing sounds as she jacked him off, staring hypnotically at
the gush of his young come juice splashing about her hand and wrist,
his upper thighs and on his shorts.
She clung to his cock and watched it deflate, grow soft in her
hand. When it was small, she released it. Wiping her hand on her hip,
she then saw the glistening come juice on the wall beneath his window.
She gazed at it, then lifted her eyes to her son's face for the first
time since she'd entered his room.
Johnny's face showed nothing but delight. He was grinning down
at her.
Kathy returned his grin, nervously.
"Is it better?" she whispered.
"It's much better, Mom," he said, his voice shaky.
Kathy didn't understand why she was talking this way with her
son, she only knew she felt a compulsion to do it. She had to come.
Her cunt was tortured. She was aware that her shirt was open now, but
didn't care.
Drawing her knees up, she squatted in front of her son, her
eyes moving from the mess just below the window to his still-exposed
cock and balls. The come juice glistened on his thighs and shorts, as
she parted her knees.
Sliding a hand down one thigh, she cupped her cunt and
pressed, moaning softly as the tingle increased. Her left hand lifted,
and she cupped one of her bra-covered tits, then began to rub at her
cunt. She could feel the heat of her cunt burning through her jeans
and bunched-up panties.
Kathy felt lewd, very lewd.
Spreading her knees wide, rubbing at her cunt through her
jeans and squeezing her tits, she stared at her son's revealed cock
and balls, the come juice on his flesh. She wiggled her ass, and began
to moan as pleasure swirled about her pussy. Her eyes glazed, her
lips parted. She could barely see her son's cock now. Her eyes were
open, but hazed with passion.
"Ohhh, God!" she whispered. "Ohhh, Johnny!"
The orgasm exploded, her body shaking violently as she crushed
her palm into her cunt. Her hand left her nipple and she clutched at
her son's cock and balls, squeezing them tightly, her eyes slitted as
she came. Sobbing sounds of ecstasy bubbled from her throat.
As soon as she felt the strength, Kathy stood up. She looked
down at her son for a long time, then with a shudder, turned and
walked from his room. Johnny watched his mother's ass sway as she
left.
Peg went to her room quickly, stripping her shirt and bra off
and tossing them onto her bed, then she peeled her jeans and panties
from her hips and legs. She tossed them onto the bed, too, then went
into her bathroom. She filled the tub with water as hot as she could
stand it, pouring in bath oils.
As she felt the hot water close about her, she tried to
understand why she had done that with her son. She had no answer. All
she knew was the compulsion to stroke his cock and balls had been too
powerful to resist, and she'd loved it.
She became so hot herself when she peed, she had to rub at her
cunt, with him watching her display of greedy rapture.
She felt good, very good, for the first time since her
divorce. She wasn't going to try and understand what she had done, or
why her son always tried to peek at her. She wasn't going to try and
make any sense out of the way she felt while pissing in the garden,
with her son hanging out his bedroom window watching. She wasn't going
to try and understand the heat between her thighs and that wild, un-
comfortable desire to jack off and then to rub herself to an orgasm.
She was going to try to forget what had just happened...
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Continued in part 2...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not
condone the described behavior in real life in any way shape or form.
Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should
seriously consider seeking professional help.
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