Mom’s Bathroom Boy (part 2)

Jon slid to the floor, legs spread wide in utter ecstasy. His ass and ball dropped directly into the still warm puddle of his mother’s piss. It sloshed forward and pooled around his thighs. Sticking to his hairy legs and balls, Jon was coated and anointed in his mother’s heavenly and fragrant urine. He was in such a state of erotic bliss he did not care that the door was ajar. He desperately hoped his mother would walk back in on him, he fantasized about sitting out in public as he was: naked body covered in salty yellow. A heavy soiled thong drapped across his eyes and mouth. Dripping golden nectar onto his tounge. He wrung her panties into his mouth and began drinking her salty piss. Jon wanted to sit in the middle of shopping mall, with a sign above his head for all to see that he was a nasty pervert. That he was sucking his mother’s panties dry, that he was licking clean the thick brown streak along her thong that had just caressed his mother’s girthy shithole. Jon wanted his mother to know that he wanted to be her thong. He wanted his nose to be planted along and in his mother’s wrinkled butthole, that his mouther Jennifer would make Jon serve as her urinal—all day, and all night.
Jon was overcome with this nasty fantasy, of submitting to his mother Jennifer both in the home and outside, he was so week in the legs for finally having before him, and plopped on his face. His mother’s panties that he just didn’t care anymore. He furiously began to stroke his cock praying that his mother would catch him, that he’d be disciplined for being the incestuous pervert that he was, for years of fantasizing about his mother. For the countless times as a child he’d listen to her getting fucked and stroke his cock. Jon wanted his mother to walk in on him. And see for herself that her son was sliding his hand up and down his thick cock, and or Jennifer to know that all these years her son Jon had been drooling over the thought of her, of her pussy, of her getting fucked by every guy in town. Know that her son Jon had licked every inch of her dildos and that he’d pray each time that they might still be slick with her pussy or streaked with her anus. All these thought over came Jon as he sat in the bathroom, sat in a warm but cooling puddle of his own mother’s nectar, sat drinking every last drop of her piss from her panties. He couldn’t hold it anymore and began lobbing thick white ropes of cum all over himself, the floor and toilet. His fat cock glugged out jet after jet of cum. He had never been so horny before, never been so overcome by sexual depravity. In those moments he wanted to transform into his mother’s slave.