Coming Mother Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Shellie put on flesh-colored panties and bra and strolled out
of the cabin.
“You’re shameless, Mom,” Jay said from inside the cabin at
the wheel.
“No, honey, must wanton,” she replied. She lounged back on a
deck chair, one knee bent, the other over the side, her pantied
crotch on display to those they passed. “Besides, my panties look
like a bikini.”
“Hardly, Mom,” he said. “I can see the shape and color of
your pussy hair. I couldn’t see that if you wore a bikini.”
She flicked him the finger, grinning lewdly as they passed
two men in an outboard. One of the men waved, and Shellie swung
her knee wide. She greeted the laughter of the men with a wave.
“Mom, you keep that up and someone is going to board us and
then you’re gonna get fucked for sure,” Jay warned.
“I wouldn’t mind,” she said. “I think that would be fun,
getting fucked by some man I don’t know. Wouldn’t you love to
watch me take a big hard cock in my cunt, baby? Wouldn’t it turn
you on to see mother getting fucked by some man we don’t know? I
might even give him a nice blow job, I don’t know.”
“You would,” Jay said. “You’d suck his cock in a fucking
minute, and you know it.”
“Probably,” Shellie answered. “But you don’t have to worry,
darling. I won’t put out for anyone … unless you agree to i.”
She stroked up and down her cunt slowly, enjoying the hot sun on
her almost naked body. “You’re my man, remember? You have enough
cock for me, and I promise I won’t fuck anyone unless you agree.”
She dropped in front of him, shoving her legs between his
feet. She opened his shorts and pulled them down his legs. Jay
stepped out of his shorts and Shellie fondled his cock and balls,
leaning her face into them to kiss and lick a bit. She sat on the
deck between her son’s feet, her face level with his cock and
balls. She swirled her tongue about them, taking the head of his
prick into her mouth to suck a moment or so. Then she drew back,
holding his cock at the base.
“Piss on me,” she whispered throatily.
“Like this, Mom?”
“Oh, yes, honey, like this! You can piss on my tits this
way, and in my face.”
“Okay,” Jay agreed. “I will.”
“Ooooh, baby!” she moaned, aiming his cock at her tits. She
reached one hand behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it
fall from her shapely tits. Her nipples jutted up stiffly,
waiting for him. “I’ll hold your cock and aim it where I want
your piss, okay?”
“Whatever you want, Mom,” he said.
As he steered the houseboat down the river, he began to piss.
Shellie gurgled with desire as she aimed the strong stream of his
hot piss over her naked tits. It stung her sensitive nipples
deliciously, and she washed her body with the hot piss as it
gushed over her. Her tits shone with golden piss, her stomach
drenched in it. Her panties became wet as her son’s hot piss
rained down on her.
She held her breath with excitement as she gazed at his piss
hole, watching the golden piss gush.