Kathy Andrews - Wet dream Mom

Peggy sat on the toilet, her legs spread as wide as they would go. Leaning against the water tank, she caressed her slender thighs, running her hand up and down the smooth, creamy flesh. Her skirt was bunched about her small waist, and her tits strained at the front of her blouse. The top buttons of her blouse were open, and the creamy swells of her tits appeared ready to overflow the confines of her bra.

She was in her own bathroom, the one adjoining her bedroom. As she struggled with her decision, she carefully avoided looking at the small hole in the wall. On the other side of the wall, she knew her son, Joey, was peeking.

She had noticed the hole immediately a week ago, and at first she had been angry, but not very much. Then she decided it was fun, exciting. If Joey wanted to peek at her, she knew he found interest in her, in her body. Besides, she didn't have to let him know she was aware. That way, she could do what she wanted, show what she wanted, and Joey would not know she was doing it on purpose.

So far she had not shown him anything but her legs, her panties. When she used the toilet, she made sure her skirt was over her knees. He had seen her tits, she was sure. He had a straight line to the bathtub as well as the toilet. And Peggy bathed every day, sometimes twice a day.

The decision she was trying to make was whether to piss into her panties or not. The fact that her son could see it excited her. The urge to piss into her panties had been with her for a very long time, longer than she cared to remember. Why she wanted to, she didn't know. Why she had tried before and couldn't, she knew. It was supposed to be wrong, perverse. But Peggy couldn't understand why that was so. She couldn't understand why anything a woman wanted to do in privacy was wrong. If it felt good, and didn't harm anyone, Peggy just didn't understand why it was wrong.

Time after time she had tried to piss into her panties, and failed. The urge to piss into her panties came over her at the strangest times, in the moat awkward places, like a shopping mall, a nice restaurant. When the urge struck, she would rush into a bathroom, lift her dress, and try to piss into her panties and had not succeeded yet.

But she wanted to.

She wanted to piss into her panties badly, so bad it was about to drive her up the wall. Yet, something always held her from doing it. She knew most of it was due to the way she had been raised. Anything sexual had been taboo, forbidden, to her. She could not talk about it to her mother, or anyone. Due to her suppressive home atmosphere, Peggy had not enjoyed fucking. That, she felt, had been the direct cause of her divorce, nothing else.

Her husband had been a passionate man with an erotic mind. He loved to try various positions and methods, and she just couldn't get into it. She was embarrassed and shy, and her husband seldom saw her completely naked. The few times he had seen her that way, it was because he wore her down with his pleas. Then Peggy would try to hide her blushing face from him, burrowing into a pillow, feeling the shame burn from head to toe. All she felt when he fucked her was a fullness in her cunt, and when he licked her pussy, she felt nothing but embarrassment.

Never had she enjoyed getting fucked.

But she wanted to enjoy it. She wanted to enjoy fucking very much. She fantasized about, imagined herself doing outrageous things to her partner, having him doing them to her. Yet, when it came right down to it, Peggy found herself unable to do them.

Peggy had come before; she knew what it felt like. It felt wonderful, terrific, fantastic.

But it happened only once, and never again. She had been in high school, sitting at her desk, trying to finish her test. She had to piss, and piss badly, but it was the rule no one left the class room once a test was underway. She had sat miserably, her thighs squeezing tightly, hoping she could hold it until she could get into the restroom.

She failed.

She had pissed into her panties.

Not much, just a few hot dribbles, enough to drench the crotch other nylon panties, make the insides of her thighs wet.

Feeling her face burn with embarrassment, Peggy had frozen in her seat.

The piss was hot on her inner thighs. Her eyes had closed as she felt a strange tremor passing about her crotch, and then something happened that sent ripples of delicious pleasure up and down her flesh. She had to press her knuckles into her mouth to keep from screaming, it felt so good. It was only later that Peggy realized she had experienced an orgasm for the first time. But when it happened all she could do was sit there stiffly, blushing furiously, hoping desperately no one noted her. The orgasm had been very powerful, so powerful it squeezed the lips of her young cunt and held back the threatened flood of pus. The unexpected orgasm was the only thing that stopped her from pissing all over herself.

Fortunately she had not wet her dress, and the test was hcr last class of the day. She had rushed home, burst through the house and practically run to her room. She had stripped her wet panties off, putting on a fresh pair. She then stared at her worn panties on the bed, and felt the compulsion to hold them against her face. Rubbing the piss-wet crotch about her cheeks and chin, Peggy felt very strange things happening to her body and mind. Her cunt twitched and sucked inward, her clit starting to throb again, and she wondered if she would feel that delicious pleasure once more. But something stopped it from happening.

She had felt ashamed of herself that day, regarding the incident as something wicked, something not to be done.

She never again thought about it until after her divorce, and once she allowed it to surface, the urge to piss into her panties came back, too.

Time after time she tried to repeat the incident, but found it next to impossible. She didn't know why, but she kept trying, sensing that would be the only way she could come.

When she became aware of the small hole in the wall, her anger lasted only briefly. The fact that her son had made it there with the hopes of seeing her naked made her feel good. It almost made her feel good enough to come. At first she wouldn't even lift her skirt and tried to keep her arms over her shapely tits when bathing, always conscious of the hole, of her son peeking in at her. By slow stages, she had come to the point where she was now sitting on the toilet with her legs wide, the crotch of her panties showing, allowing her son to see.

She wondered if his cock was hard, how big it was, if he played with his cock while peeking at her. The idea that her son jerked off watching her was exciting. She had seen her husband, in frustration at her lack of her cooperation, jack off, and she found it fun to watch. But she couldn't bring herself to let her husband know that.

Gazing down her body, Peggy saw the teasing bulge of her cunt inside her panties. The thick mat of pussy hair made that bulge. She could see the slit of her cunt outlined by the tight panties and hoped her son could see it too. Just in case, she shifted her hips a bit, turnig more toward the hole in the wall. Her cunt was juicy, very juicy now, hot and throbbing with a very pleasant sensation. Moving her palms up and down her thighs, she wondered how she could sit here doing this with her son watching through the hole, and not be bold enough to do it openly before him. Why could she fondle herself this way, knowing Joey was watching, yet feel so shy and embarrassed? It didn't make sense to her, but it felt good.

Joey was indeed watching his mother.

His cock was very hard, his fist sliding back and forth. He found the view of his mother's pantied cunt exciting. He could see the shadow of her pussy hair, the slit of her cunt as the tight panties pulled into it. He fought to remain silent, not wanting her to catch him. He thought all the time about his mother, of her body, how she looked naked, what he would love to do with her.