(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is one in a series of stories about Susan O'Malley, a sexy older woman who loves to dominate men and women, young and old, with her golden showers. It contains scenes of extreme female domination and sex, pee-drinking, facesitting, farting, enforced cum eating and incest, so if you don't like that sort of thing, don't read on. If you do, and have enjoyed Susan's adventures before, enjoy this one!)
Susan O'Malley walked into her house after a long, sweaty run on a hot summer's day. She was ripe, soaked, reeking. And smiling. She loved the raw power of her funky scent, and had the urge to share it. She wondered what young Brett Hannigan was up to.
She'd dominated the handsome 19-year-old a little while ago, at the beach, catching him licking and sniffing a grassy spot behind a fence where she'd peed. Susan loved to dominate by pissing on her unwilling victims, and Brett proved worthy submissive fodder.
And later that day, so did Laura, 37, the boy's nervous mom who came to her house to confront her, but gradually fell willing prey to Susan's piss-loving ways. And days later, dominating them both at once, forcing them into sexual servitude of each other.
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It was good, very good. It always was for Susan. Who was always the dominant one.
And it was good even when the piss-tide turned, Susan discovered to her surprise and delight. Dawn Montrose had dropped by a few days after Susan dominated mother and son, a very sexy, dark-haired woman of 68, thickly built with shaggy chestnut-gray hair. Dawn was Laura's mom, Brett's grandmother, and that day completely dominated Susan, forcing her to submit to her own pissy domination, as well as slurping clean her ass and even eating her wet farts.
Never had Susan been controlled like that. And never would she suspect she'd have loved it as much as she had.
She thought about that day now, her hairy, rank pussy going wet at the memory, toddling to the bathroom to pee, and taking the opportunity to diddle her pussy as she sat, gushing a golden flow into the toilet, the pungent smell of it and her sweaty pussy wafting to her face.
The phone rang. She groaned, fishing it out of her pocket.
"Yes," she snapped.
"Dear woman, that's no way to talk to me," she heard a sultry female voice say. "After the time we had together, I would think you'd be more respectful than that."
Susan nearly came, her pussy moistening at the sound of that voice. It was Dawn Montrose. Her playful growling tone practically dripped with sex.
"I...I'm sorry Dawn..uh, I'm sorry, Mistress Dawn!" Susan quickly corrected, fingering her cunt more frantically as she submitted to her over the phone.
"Better, better," Dawn laughed darkly. "But today, dear girl, we can dispense with all that. Today, we are equals with a common task at hand."
"Uh...what's...what's that?" Susan said cautiously, lifting her fingers to her nose to smell before lapping her cream from them.
"I'm at my daughter's house, and Brett is here, and I feel I could use a little help with them," she sighed. "They're so weak, so pathetic, so vulnerable on their own, but together, my goodness, it boggles the mind. Would you please come over and help me...train them?"
"Oh my God, Dawn...uh, Mistress...."
"Dawn will suffice," she said politely. "For today anyway."
"Certainly Dawn, I'd be honored," Susan moaned, imagining the adventure that lay ahead.
"Oh, by the way, have you any asparagus?" Dawn asked.
Susan giggled. She always had asparagus. The vegetable was known for almost immediately turning a person's urine into a pungent, most foul-smelling liquid after ingestion. It was one of her favorite ways of inflicting more torment on her golden shower victims.
"I do, Dawn, I do," she laughed.
"Good," Dawn purred. "Eat some and do come by? We'll be out on the pool patio. It's such a hot day, a good day to sweat and do this sort of thing. Agreed?"
"Most definitely, my friend," Susan laughed.
She pulled her shorts up over her muscular old legs and raced to the kitchen, fishing out her asparagus from the 'fridge, crunching away. Inside her belly, the vegetable's sulfurous amino acids started to break down into a very smelly chemical component. She munched happily away, several stalks, knowing it would take 15 minutes or so to transform into a very special piss perfume.
She walked over to Dawn's, sweating even more on the humid day, feeling the urge to pee again. She got to the house, went inside the large kitchen and on the counter spotted a bowl. Of asparagus. And a note.
"Eat up, Susan, eat up!" it said. "And join the party outside!"
Susan laughed, crunching her way through a few more before taking the bowl in hand and walking through the dining area to the sliding doors leading to a spacious patio by the swimming pool.
Dawn was sitting comfortably in a chair, in the shade. Her meaty, muscular old legs were extended, into the sun. Where kneeling where Brett and Laura, stark naked, bodies gleaming with sweat and pink from overexposure.
"Darling, so nice of you to come," Dawn sighed, herself nibbling a stalk of asparagus.
She was naked as well, her full, firm body tanned and sweaty. Her doting grandson and daughter were bent over, furiously licking and sucking her feet, running their feverish tongues up and down the wrinkled old soles and lapping between the grimy thick toes.
"Today we share, Susan, please, have a seat, won't you?" Dawn said pleasantly, extending a hand to the seat beside her. "And for heaven's sake, get comfortable. Remove those hot clothes and relax!"
"Happy to, Dawn," Susan said brightly, stripping out of her soaking wet workout clothes and depositing them on the deck as she sat down.
"Oh, wring them out, please!" Dawn said, snapping her fingers. "Brett, get Mrs. O'Malley's soiled socks and panties!"
The boy dutifully obeyed, breaking away from the task of servicing his granny's succulent feet, and retrieving the items. He held them up to his grandmother, who nodded to Susan. She took them and Brett obediently lay on his back at her feet. Susan laughed, and started wringing out her socks, nasty drops of sweat falling into the boy's mouth, which he gamely swallowed down.
"You do sweat quite a bit, dear woman!" Dawn laughed. "I imagine the taste and smell must be frightful!"
"These are worse," Susan sighed, picking up her white panties, equally soaked with sweat and riper, yellow stains on the crotch panel. "Here you go, Brett, drink it alllll up!"
She twisted the garment in her hands and again, small, acrid drops of pussy and ass sweat dribbled into his gulping throat, his eyes closed shut against the humiliation, stench and taste. Laura looked frantically from the side, where she continued to suck her mom's nasty feet.
"Laura, clean the scent and fluid from Mrs. O'Malley's hands," Dawn said.
Laura knelt before the pretty old blonde, lapping the foul-smelling sweat from her hands, ingesting every drop, sucking her bony fingers clean, wincing at the task. Susan laughed, and then balled up her panties and socks, stuffing them into Laura's mouth, nearly choking her.
"Boy, my feet now, if you please," Susan sighed, kicking the young stud to his back, his stiff dick sticking straight up. "You love it, you disgusting little fucker, look at that cock! Hard as a rock from all this nonsense! You should be ashamed of yourself..."
Dawn and Susan laughed, turning slightly to face each other, locking lips and kissing romantically, tongues probing gently into each other's mouths. Brett continued to suck Susan's feet as the blonde plopped them onto his mouth, his lips locked on her gnarly, calloused heels, sucking the flesh, and then running his tongue up and down the wrinkled soles and between her toes, gobbling down the gritty grime and sock lint there.
"I think we need a little relief, baby, don't you?" Dawn cooed into Susan's neck, nuzzling and licking, making the blonde groan with pleasure. "Both of you, suck our cunts."
Brett knelt between his granny's chunky, dark thighs and attached his mouth to her soaked, hairy quim as Laura pulled Susan's panties and socks from her mouth, whimpering and bending her head between her mistress's lusty old thighs. Mother and son sucked long and hard, reaming the women's cunts, stabbing deep inside the rancid holes with their tongues and then lapping up and down the cheesy folds. The stench was overbearing and Brett nearly threw up as he feasted on Dawn's oily twat.
"You throw up in my pussy, boy, your MOM will eat it out of there!" Dawn snarled, slapping her huge thighs together on her grandson's face, scissoring him hard and making him cry out in pain. "Now make granny cum, boy, and bitch, you do the same to my friend!"
Both women sat back, thighs securely imprisoning their slaves' heads, mouths working frantically to bring them to orgasm, their faces gone blue in the scissoring grips of the old but powerful thighs. Susan groaned as Laura suckled her slimy clit, and squeezed harder and harder, while Dawn ground her cunt against her grandson's face, pulling it tight with one hand, using the other to roam over Susan's saggy old tits, twisting her nipples.
Both women came at the same time with little animal yelps of pleasure, locking their ankles and squeezing with renewed force, the pressure on their victims' skulls making Laura and Brett scream in agony. Susan and Dawn finally relaxed their savage grip after they came, loosely unlocking their powerful legs, their slaves' faces still at their pussies.
"Give 'em a little reward, baby," Dawn giggled.
