“I also felt stupid at the same time, because I realized that it was way too little too late. Carol had already seen Sam and me in action. At least, from the waist up, she did. And she had to have realized that Sam was fucking me doggie-style from behind the bush at the corner of the house.
“The good news was that Carol didn’t try to carry on a conversation with us. Instead, she just kept on walking down the street, which is exactly what Sam and I were both wanting her to do. I mean, Sam and I were both breathing pretty hard by that point, and I could tell that Sam was just about to cum inside me.
“But that really didn’t matter in the long run. Because that damn neighbor scared Sam so badly that his dick quickly shrunk up and fell out of my pussy, without him ever cumming inside me. And you can bet I never did let him live that one down.”
“I’ll bet you didn’t. My God, you’re just full of surprises, aren’t you, Mom?”
“Like I keep telling you, you don’t know the half of it. All I can say is buckle up and enjoy the ride that is your mother! That’s what my poor husband ended up having to do. And so will you, now that you’ve decided to be my lover, as well as my son.
“Okay, that’s enough cervix finger-fucking for now, son, don’t you think? Why don’t you get that damn speculum out of me so we can both take a shower together and clean each other up, before we go to bed for the evening.”
“But it’s early. You want to go to bed right now?”
“I didn’t say go to sleep, now did I? I owe you a nice long back rub, and your owe me a nice long nipple-suck. And after that, I figure it will be time to either go to sleep together, or to have you jack off onto my pussy first, and then both of us go to sleep–depending of if you can get it up again or not, that is.”
“Hey, you don’t have to be so mean, Mom.”
“Yeah, but you love it, and you know it. Now come into the shower with me and pee on my pussy. Because I know you want to,” Mom said, taking me by the hand and leading me into her private bathroom and into the shower stall with her.
And then I realized that Mom knew me better sexually than I even knew myself, because she was right. After I had pulled my finger out of her cervical opening, and I was thinking about how Mom and I were just minutes away from taking a shower together for the second time ever, I began to vividly imagine and fantasize about what it would be like to pee on Mom’s pussy in the shower again, and to also let her pee on my dick again, of course.
And now, thanks to Mom, I was about to live out that fantasy in real life.
Then, while I was peeing directly into my mother’s held-wide-open pussy crack, I suddenly thought about how Lake Janie was still soaking into my bed, and I began laughing my ass off.
“What’s so funny?” Mom asked.
“Lake Janie,” I answered her, and then paused for a moment to take in the look of surprise on her face.
“Oh shit! I need to go clean that up. I’m sorry, son. I didn’t mean to leave a mess on your bed, like that.”
“I know you didn’t, Mom. But it’s not the end of the world, you know? I’m not sleeping in my bed tonight. So there’s plenty of time to clean up Lake Janie later. I’ll even help you. But right now, it’s time for you to pee on my dick. I know you want to.”
I held the shaft of my much-less-impressive, nearly-flaccid penis out with my hand, so that the end of it was directly underneath Mom’s giant clitoris and the front part of her vulva.
And while she was still standing with her legs pretty far apart and holding her pussy crack wide-open with her hands, Mom, who was looking down at her own crotch, carefully aimed her urine stream to splash directly against the head of my dick the whole time that she was emptying her bladder.
The incredibly erotic and taboo feeling of having a woman’s warm, wet urine washing over my bare dick and splashing downward onto the front of my balls is something that I cannot begin to describe to someone who has never experienced a golden shower before, much less an incestuous one.
When Mom was done peeing on my dick, she reached down to the spigot and adjusted the water temperature, and then she diverted the water flow up to the overhead shower nozzle. And we took turns getting our bodies wet under the shower first, before we began passing the bar of soap back and forth, taking turns lathering up the various parts of each other’s bodies.
Towards the end of our showering together, I said to Mom, “After we get out of this shower and get dried off, and while I’m sucking on those awesome nipples of yours, I want you to tell me all about how you lost your virginity to your best friend’s pet German Shepherd.”
“If you insist,” Mom said, as she stepped out of the shower stall and began drying herself off with a plush, over-size bath towel, as she walked back into the bedroom.
After I had gotten out of the shower and dried myself off, I finally left the bathroom. My freshly-cleaned, nude mother was already lying on her back on top of her bed with her legs spread apart a little bit.
I took my usual position beside her on the right side of the bed mattress, placed my mouth down around her left nipple, and began sucking away on it like a baby.
Mom let out a long breathy “Ahhh” sound, indicating to me that she was really enjoying my breast-sucking.
Then, after lying still for a little while, Mom cryptically said to me, ‘I can’t.”
“You can’t what?” I asked, temporarily raising my mouth of off of her large nipple.
“I can’t tell you about how I lost my virginity to my best friend’s pet German Shepherd,” Mom said, looking me straight in the eye.
“Why?” I asked, and then tweaked her nipple with the tip of my tongue several times.
“Because that’s not how I really lost my virginity, that’s why,” Mom finally admitted to me, and then went on to tell me all about how she really lost her virginity, “Oh, I was 18 alright. And I had just graduated from high school. And by that time, my parents’ marriage had turned into one of convenience, with my Mom and Dad even sleeping in separate bedrooms of the house.
“Anyway, I was sleeping upstairs in my bedroom when my father came home really late one Saturday night after partying with some of his guy-friends. He was quite tipsy that night when he snuck into my bedroom and began raping me in my sleep.”
“Hey, wait a minute,” I argued. “I remember that, when you seduced me in the kitchen last Christmas, you specifically told me that you had let a boy named Keith fuck you and take your virginity back when you were in high school.”
“Okay, so I lied to you just a little bit about that. The truth is I was still a virgin by the time that I graduated high school. But just a couple of weeks after I had graduated, a guy named Keith really did take my virginity. It’s just that this ‘Keith guy’ also happened to be my own father.
“Anyway, I woke up with Dad–Keith–humping away at my pussy. And it took me a while to finally wake up enough to realize that this wasn’t some fantasy dream of mine.
“Instead, it was a real live, erect penis being moved around inside my vagina. And I also realized that that penis belonged to my own father, and that my father was raping me.