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224, Mother and the P trick
My mum and I had had a, well, a strange sort of relationship since she taught my mate Tommy and I about sex,
(see https://xhamster.com/stories/4-a-mum-teaches-515758))
She was every lad of 15`s wet dream, and she was now mine, not my dream, but my conquest,
Better than that, my old dad knew so we didn’t have to be secretive and though he approved, as long as he still got his weekly ration in the same old way and we didn’t rub his nose in it, it was OK, an open, unspoken secret, we kept till he passed away.
Let me explain; I am Peter, Tommy my mate and I had been coached about sex by my mother, Tommy being an orphan, who lived with his gran, we had fallen as folk do into a sexual routine, Tommy visiting mother usually once a week, and usually on a Tuesday for some unknown reason we never mentioned the weekly trysts or compared notes at all it becoming one of those taboo unmentionable subjects between good friends.
Mother tended to have him to tea on Tuesdays, and once dad was out in his shed, they slipped away to my room, personally I was out at swimming club every Tuesday evenings.
Anyway, I was luckier than Tommy, (well she was my mum,) and any evening when dad was in the shed and she was in the mood, always on a weekday (and which could be perhaps twice or more in a week) I got lucky!
Weekday, you ask, well yes, my dad always got there on a Saturday night and on Sundays we tended to sit in our front room as a family watching telly on our new television, the only one in our street at that time, us having a family evening together, it was the way we were in the middle to late 1950`s!
One Wednesday evening, Dad was off out to a meeting of a small Christmas club that he was treasurer too, and he wouldn’t get back till 11 or later, so mum, soon after he had left decided to take a bath, telling me to “come scrub my back in a while!
At that time, we had been together I suppose, about 2 or 3 months, so I was getting pretty `take it for granted` with her body by now, I had lost that urgent, embarrassed, Ghosh way of the virgin, and taken on more of a can do, know it all approach. How wrong can a lad be, pride comes before a fall they say!
Mom at tea-time had filled my glass (and I later suspected her own) with juice, not once but twice so by the time I wandered into our bathroom, I needed a pee quit badly.
To my surprise she was sat naked on the closed toilet lid, the bath had only about 6inch or more of hot water in it, no doubt to warm the huge old cast iron roll-top bath of those days, dad had recycled ours from a bombed local manor house and it was a huge clumsy old thing big enough for two easily! The wall heater was blowing hot air in the usually unheated room, so by now it was warm enough to enjoy.
She bade me undress, then to climb into the bath. I protested I needed a pee, but she said, “I know, but not yet, it will become clear soon!” removing the plug as she said it. With a gurgle the water left as I got into the warm metal shell, laying down at her insistence. She stepped daintily over the side giving me a flash of her open wet sex as she did so. With no further adoo she straddled me then I lay on me inserted my stiff prick, which by now was becoming desperate for bladder relief.
“Now my young lover,” she began, “you might have learnt a bit over the last few months and think you know it all now, but this is a secret few know anything about, I shall not tell you where I learnt it but I am going to show you something that excites me more than most other sexual games”
“Fine mum but I desperately need to pee and its getting uncomfortable” her grin was proof, if proof was needed, that she knew!
She exclaimed to my surprise “Well then mister what`s stopping you?”
My amazement was palpable, here was my beloved mother asking me to fill her body with my piss, my personal hot water, my effluent, call it what you like, I had never thought of it as a sexual aid before only as waste, that came out of my dick. She had planned perfectly, filled me, warmed the bath, got me in this position and now, God it was amazing, the very thought, wow!
Well if that’s what she wanted, but my sexual muscles were tight, this was beyond what my mind would allow, my stiffy, not letting it run…I strained, grunted, became desperate, oh how I wanted to empty that overfilled painful bladder, how I wanted to give her the fill she so wanted. But nothing flowed.
She grinned, then whispered in my ear “stop trying it will come then! Think of swimming or painting or something not so sexual.”
Well I couldn’t think of swimming , I was in a life-saving class I thought of my partner a lovely shaped lady of 21 I had a crush on, and had a boner every-time she appeared in my tiny brain…but I played at being a driver on a local miniature railway, and that was the answer, within seconds things eased, I felt the first few drops let go, then a spurt, a small spurt but a spurt none the less, she began to groan, my water hot and urgent now ran into her belly, I could feel the rush, the tip of my tool feeling or at least imagining feeling the hot piss against my foreskin as it transferred itself. It was a feeling hard to explain.
Mother by now was wriggling with excitement as my water flooded her, swelling her belly, filling her like some massive balloon, dribbles leaking down past my shaft, hot on my undersize balls, warm, burning piss, dribbling from inside this fantastic woman, my mother, my lover. We kissed, and still my bladder ran, would it never stop, god I desperately hoped not, her lips on mine, hot, passionate this was beyond all my previous feelings, and belive me they had blown my mind, but buried deep in my mother`s guts and pissing, Wow!
She began to orgasm as my stream dried, it was massive, eyes rolling breath in gasps now, her own bladder losing control, her piss mingling with my leaking water, hot against my root, a small jet but intense, hot against my skin, and with that feeling of doing something not quite nice, misbehaving, it all added to the intensity of the moment, it was mega.
I began, more by instinct, to move inside her, thrusting as well as my young body could with a robust body pinning it to the enamel bath bottom, by now the bath was wet with our combined pee, and together we began this strange, wet, jig. Piss still leaking from her sexual tunnel as it drained, in slurps with each thrust., from her womb
I soon began spurting my seed deep into her receptive body, together we achieved new heights, it was awesome.
We had ignored our own rule, you can`t wear a condom and piss, and we had had no protection whatever, carried away by the moment, though that didn’t strike us till after the ball was over, we lay together sated, in a rapidly cooling empty bathtub, things disconnected themselves, reality struck a little, we ran the taps, washed one another and were soon sat in front of the kitchen fire with tea.
Reality struck, my tadpoles could even now be on an egg finding safari, it would throw the balance of this household into chaos. It was to be a long two weeks wait till my beloved mother told me that we were ok, mother nature had visited.
It was a salutary lesson, it had been a long two weeks belive me, a distracted mother permanently on edge, and no games of an evening, made life frustrating to say the least. Tommy to my disgust still got his regardless!
“We did do the trick again, two years later while on holiday at a seaside location out in the dunes, by then mother had gone through the change, it was intense, it was different, and it was fun, but it was never quite so good as that first time that step into the unknown!
My old dad died a while later, and I married Mary in 1964, though Tommy and I still “visited mother” now and then, with our respective wives blessing I must add, and this trick my wife loved and still does occasionally. But I still have to think trains…
I often wondered if she tried it with Tommy, he`s gone too now, a road accident so I shall never know.
.
My mum and I had had a, well, a strange sort of relationship since she taught my mate Tommy and I about sex,
(see https://xhamster.com/stories/4-a-mum-teaches-515758))
She was every lad of 15`s wet dream, and she was now mine, not my dream, but my conquest,
Better than that, my old dad knew so we didn’t have to be secretive and though he approved, as long as he still got his weekly ration in the same old way and we didn’t rub his nose in it, it was OK, an open, unspoken secret, we kept till he passed away.
Let me explain; I am Peter, Tommy my mate and I had been coached about sex by my mother, Tommy being an orphan, who lived with his gran, we had fallen as folk do into a sexual routine, Tommy visiting mother usually once a week, and usually on a Tuesday for some unknown reason we never mentioned the weekly trysts or compared notes at all it becoming one of those taboo unmentionable subjects between good friends.
Mother tended to have him to tea on Tuesdays, and once dad was out in his shed, they slipped away to my room, personally I was out at swimming club every Tuesday evenings.
Anyway, I was luckier than Tommy, (well she was my mum,) and any evening when dad was in the shed and she was in the mood, always on a weekday (and which could be perhaps twice or more in a week) I got lucky!
Weekday, you ask, well yes, my dad always got there on a Saturday night and on Sundays we tended to sit in our front room as a family watching telly on our new television, the only one in our street at that time, us having a family evening together, it was the way we were in the middle to late 1950`s!
One Wednesday evening, Dad was off out to a meeting of a small Christmas club that he was treasurer too, and he wouldn’t get back till 11 or later, so mum, soon after he had left decided to take a bath, telling me to “come scrub my back in a while!
At that time, we had been together I suppose, about 2 or 3 months, so I was getting pretty `take it for granted` with her body by now, I had lost that urgent, embarrassed, Ghosh way of the virgin, and taken on more of a can do, know it all approach. How wrong can a lad be, pride comes before a fall they say!
Mom at tea-time had filled my glass (and I later suspected her own) with juice, not once but twice so by the time I wandered into our bathroom, I needed a pee quit badly.
To my surprise she was sat naked on the closed toilet lid, the bath had only about 6inch or more of hot water in it, no doubt to warm the huge old cast iron roll-top bath of those days, dad had recycled ours from a bombed local manor house and it was a huge clumsy old thing big enough for two easily! The wall heater was blowing hot air in the usually unheated room, so by now it was warm enough to enjoy.
She bade me undress, then to climb into the bath. I protested I needed a pee, but she said, “I know, but not yet, it will become clear soon!” removing the plug as she said it. With a gurgle the water left as I got into the warm metal shell, laying down at her insistence. She stepped daintily over the side giving me a flash of her open wet sex as she did so. With no further adoo she straddled me then I lay on me inserted my stiff prick, which by now was becoming desperate for bladder relief.
“Now my young lover,” she began, “you might have learnt a bit over the last few months and think you know it all now, but this is a secret few know anything about, I shall not tell you where I learnt it but I am going to show you something that excites me more than most other sexual games”
“Fine mum but I desperately need to pee and its getting uncomfortable” her grin was proof, if proof was needed, that she knew!
She exclaimed to my surprise “Well then mister what`s stopping you?”
My amazement was palpable, here was my beloved mother asking me to fill her body with my piss, my personal hot water, my effluent, call it what you like, I had never thought of it as a sexual aid before only as waste, that came out of my dick. She had planned perfectly, filled me, warmed the bath, got me in this position and now, God it was amazing, the very thought, wow!
Well if that’s what she wanted, but my sexual muscles were tight, this was beyond what my mind would allow, my stiffy, not letting it run…I strained, grunted, became desperate, oh how I wanted to empty that overfilled painful bladder, how I wanted to give her the fill she so wanted. But nothing flowed.
She grinned, then whispered in my ear “stop trying it will come then! Think of swimming or painting or something not so sexual.”
Well I couldn’t think of swimming , I was in a life-saving class I thought of my partner a lovely shaped lady of 21 I had a crush on, and had a boner every-time she appeared in my tiny brain…but I played at being a driver on a local miniature railway, and that was the answer, within seconds things eased, I felt the first few drops let go, then a spurt, a small spurt but a spurt none the less, she began to groan, my water hot and urgent now ran into her belly, I could feel the rush, the tip of my tool feeling or at least imagining feeling the hot piss against my foreskin as it transferred itself. It was a feeling hard to explain.
Mother by now was wriggling with excitement as my water flooded her, swelling her belly, filling her like some massive balloon, dribbles leaking down past my shaft, hot on my undersize balls, warm, burning piss, dribbling from inside this fantastic woman, my mother, my lover. We kissed, and still my bladder ran, would it never stop, god I desperately hoped not, her lips on mine, hot, passionate this was beyond all my previous feelings, and belive me they had blown my mind, but buried deep in my mother`s guts and pissing, Wow!
She began to orgasm as my stream dried, it was massive, eyes rolling breath in gasps now, her own bladder losing control, her piss mingling with my leaking water, hot against my root, a small jet but intense, hot against my skin, and with that feeling of doing something not quite nice, misbehaving, it all added to the intensity of the moment, it was mega.
I began, more by instinct, to move inside her, thrusting as well as my young body could with a robust body pinning it to the enamel bath bottom, by now the bath was wet with our combined pee, and together we began this strange, wet, jig. Piss still leaking from her sexual tunnel as it drained, in slurps with each thrust., from her womb
I soon began spurting my seed deep into her receptive body, together we achieved new heights, it was awesome.
We had ignored our own rule, you can`t wear a condom and piss, and we had had no protection whatever, carried away by the moment, though that didn’t strike us till after the ball was over, we lay together sated, in a rapidly cooling empty bathtub, things disconnected themselves, reality struck a little, we ran the taps, washed one another and were soon sat in front of the kitchen fire with tea.
Reality struck, my tadpoles could even now be on an egg finding safari, it would throw the balance of this household into chaos. It was to be a long two weeks wait till my beloved mother told me that we were ok, mother nature had visited.
It was a salutary lesson, it had been a long two weeks belive me, a distracted mother permanently on edge, and no games of an evening, made life frustrating to say the least. Tommy to my disgust still got his regardless!
“We did do the trick again, two years later while on holiday at a seaside location out in the dunes, by then mother had gone through the change, it was intense, it was different, and it was fun, but it was never quite so good as that first time that step into the unknown!
My old dad died a while later, and I married Mary in 1964, though Tommy and I still “visited mother” now and then, with our respective wives blessing I must add, and this trick my wife loved and still does occasionally. But I still have to think trains…
I often wondered if she tried it with Tommy, he`s gone too now, a road accident so I shall never know.
.
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