1.
Joe Jarvis placed Donna on the toilet seat and stood naked in front of her with his cock in his hand as he prepared to let fly. Seconds later, he unleashed a steady stream of hot steaming piss onto his mother's tits and Donna let out a low moan as she thrilled to the feel of her hunky offspring's hot crystal-clear urine raining down on her. She grabbed hold of her tits and pushed them together, pinching her nipples standing out erect from the dark aureoles, then released them as her son continued peeing all over her, Donna luxuriating in the warmth of the long hot river of piss as she happily let it run down her cleavage like a cataract in a cliff face.
"You've been saving it up, sweetheart," said Donna, "I've never known anyone able to pee as much as you."
"Sure have, mom, and its all for you," Joe replied, "I can piss just as much as I can spunk."
The long stream showed no sign of abating as Joe continued to wash his mother's tits with his piss, the air in the bathroom pungent with the aromatic scent of the contents of Joe's bladder.
"When you've gotta go, you've gotta go," Donna said with a laugh, smiling up at Joe.
Eventually, Joe started to run out of piss and grinned down at Donna as he shook his prick free of the final drops. He had only recently introduced his mother to the thrills of watersports; indeed, Donna had learnt so much from him in the past five years as to how to pep up one's sex life, getting involved in activities that she had never experienced before with the host of unsatisfactory men she'd had in the past. They, like Joe's dad, were only after one thing, a quick shag and once accomplished they were off into the wild blue younder without ever once looking back.
In Joe, however, Donna had found the perfect lover, even if he was her own son and their relationship frowned on by society. In the past five years, as well as the joys of being pissed on, Donna had discovered rimming and taking it in the ass, too, as well as fucking her son's ass with a variety of strap-ons that she now possessed. In short, Donna had at long last a fabulous sex life with a loving and considerate lover whom she just happened to have given birth to and, furthermore, not giving a shit that mothers and sons were not supposed to love each other in such a way. Joe, too, had pledged his undying love to Donna from the moment he'd seduced her and in that he had never faltered.
"Now it's my turn," Donna said, standing up still covered in Joe's pee, "get in the shower, sweetheart, and sit on the floor."
Joe smiled as he took his mother's hand and led her into the shower. He lay down on the floor of the unit as Donna squatted over him and, seconds later, started to release her own piss over her son's chest.
"Oh yes, mom!" cried Joe, as his mother's urinary juices washed over his tits and ran down the sides of his prostrate body, "that feels great, all nice and warm. It really turns me on pissing over each other, I'm so pleased you're into watersports now, too."
"Until we became lovers," replied Donna, as her long ribbon of pee dried up and she stood to turn on the shower jets, "I wasn't. It's all thanks to you showing me what fun it is. Never did any experimenting like this with all those other so-and-so's I've been with, including your father."
Too late, Donna realised her mistake and started to apologise. Joe had never met his father but he hated him just as passionately as he loved his mother for the way he had walked out on them and left the adored Donna to bring him up on her own.
"Sorry, sweetheart," Donna murmured as she turned her head up to the shower, treating Joe to a nice close-up view of her bare ass, "I didn't mean ..."
"'s all right, mom," Joe said, standing and wrapping his arms around his mother and groping her magnificent tits in his hands, "just don't mention him again."
They started to soap each other down, washing away the piss as their hands roamed over their bodies, touching up each other's tits, cunt, prick and asses as they revelled in their closeness and nudity and the joy of the best day yet in their five year affair as incestuous lovers. As soon as Donna and Joe had got home from the football match, where Donna had spent a lip-licking hour and a half ogling her son's bum in his tight skimpy blue soccer shorts, they hadn't wasted a second in getting down to business and had both fucked each other almost senseless in the hours since, Joe in his mom's ass and cunt with his natural prick and Donna in her son's ass with her plastic one and with, at Joe's request, a butt plug firmly embedded deep in her rectum. There had been lots of spunk and pussy juice flying about, too, as mother and son reached the pinnacle of their love for each other ...
2.
Joe's asshole felt delightfully sore after the recent pounding it had received from Donna's strap-on as his and his mother's hungry hands continued to explore each other's naked bodies as if doing so for the very first time.
"That was a great fuck, mom," Joe said, as the hot jets from the shower cascaded down on them and they finally washed themselves clean of their recent watersports session, "you gave it everything you've got."
"That's because you've such a beautiful fuckable ass, sweetheart," replied Donna, who had surprised herself at the amount of energy she had still been able to muster after two great fucks from Joe. "After the way you turned me on showing that bum of yours off in your shorts out on the football pitch, I was determined to give it a good seeing to before the day was over."
"You can give it another good seeing to now if you like, mom," said Joe, "it's not even midnight yet!"
"Goodness, sweetheart, you are such a hot fucking sex machine," Donna replied, smiling with happiness, "however did I get to have such a gorgeous sex-mad son like you?"
"You struck lucky, mom," Joe answered, his face breaking out again into the beguiling smile that would melt ice, fondling Donna's tits which were smothered in soap suds, almost as much as they had been in Joe's copious spunk and piss earlier, "I bet there are plenty of other mothers and sons who secretly fancy each other and would love to have a special relationship like ours but are too scared to go for it."
"Unlike us," Donna murmured as her hands sneaked round behind Joe to once again fondle his beautiful ass cheeks.
"You've got a great ass, too, mom," Joe said as Donna's hands began to turn him on again and his prick started to respond accordingly. "It looked great just now when you had that butt plug stuffed deep inside it. Turn round, my darling mother, and let me see it now."
"I'm supposed to be the one with the ass fetish," laughed Donna but nevertheless she turned her back on Joe and he slipped down onto his knees, resting them in puddles of shower water, and bringing his face in close to Donna's bare bottom, "but I'm pleased you like my ass, too, just as much as I love yours."
"Of course, mom," said Joe and then, almost without warning, he began to kiss the two firm rumps as the water rained down on them just as hard as it had rained outside all that afternoon, although that had stopped now.
Donna gasped as Joe began kissing every inch of her bare buttocks and then ran his tongue along the cleft between her larger-than-average female buns. Donna leaned forward and reached round with her hands and spread her cheeks, exposing her rosebud and allowing Joe to sneak his talented tongue into her hole for a good long rimming. Before she and Joe had become lovers, Donna had never experienced ass licking with the men she'd been with, including Joe's sod of a father.
