Mom + Son have to Pee — Part 4

Taboo | Kink | Fetish

I had to find out. How did I taste?

Part 4

Note to the reader — Everyone in the story is 18 years of age and older.

The next few days were as boring as they could have possibly been. Well. Boring with me replaying what happened at the pool over and over again. What must my son think of me now? What should I think of myself? Should I talk to anyone about this? Shit. Did what happen really happen? Well, during all of those questions I had, the first day after the pool episode, my son found a reason to not be in the house. Who could blame him?

The second day I did see him, but eye contact was not going to happen. Good I thought. At least he did not flee.

How could I have let it go that far? What kind of mother was I? Looking for answers online really did not help at all as most stories about mothers and sons on the internet were only helpful in showing me that a lot of people like to read naughty stories about moms and sons. Oh well, what is a confused mom to do?

But then a new question came to me. How could he have let this go so far? I mean really. He asked for this. I mean, he was the first one to suggest that I pee in front of him. What that as innocent as I first thought it might be? Or… Well. Hmmm.

Thinking back, he really started to get into it. I mean. I kind of doubt that he went from not caring to being aroused too quickly without harboring a real curiosity. A true want. Huh. Perhaps a fetish? Uggg! Does my son have a pee fetish!!??

I mean, ugg. Yes. At one point he asked me if I would go in his mouth. Uggg. He asked me to pee in his mouth! Who does that!? And shit! That was not the first time I’ve been asked to do that actually. I just remembered. It was a crazy night with his father a long time ago. We were both drunk. Really drunk. But I don’t think anything became of it and he never asked again.

Any who, was that something that guys like? Or maybe his father passed that want down to him? And, what does it taste like anyway? I guess the closest I have ever gotten to tasting it was catching a little bit of what was left in his mouth when I kissed him. Ugg.. How could any of that have happened?

Well, I don’t know. One thing leads to another and so on. God. How could I explain that to anyone? So, yeah, my son dared me to pee and the next thing you now, he is ejaculating on me. Yep, that has to happen all the time. Uggg.

And what was so damn special about seeing me pee? Or yuck, wanting to taste me pee? Pee is gross, right? Huh. I wonder how gross? And just like that, all of a sudden, I had to know what my pee tasted like.

I mean, my son seemed to be very happy with it. So, well, I decided to see what all the fuss was about. Okay, okay, how should I do this? I guess a cup. Yes. I need a cup. A cheap cup that I can throw away. I open up the cabinet that has all the cups. Well, about a million coffee cups. Some glass tumblers. A few shot glasses. Ah, there! Some cheap plastic cups that we have had for who knows how long. Perfect I thought to myself as I took one from the cabinet and headed towards the bathroom.

Okay, now, how to do this. Just sitting on the toilet and filling this plastic cup did not seem like the right way to do this. I mean sure, it would accomplish the task, but for this, well, I think something else was called for and there it was. My walk in shower was perfect for this one. I don’t know why, but I think this was better done standing.

A few seconds later, I’m standing in the shower naked from the bottom down with my brave plastic cup ready to serve. Okay. Now all that is left to do is pee. LOL. And well, catch some of it in the cup. And how difficult would that be? Guys have it so much easier when it comes to that.

I held the cup in the general area and I thought it would need to be, I really could not believe I was doing this. I mean really. Was I going to taste my own pee? LOL. I mean really. Okay, concentrate I told myself as I willed my pee out.

///Authors Note — I did research the above part ;-)///

Now, I should confess that I am a shower pee-er. Yes. It’s true. I do think pipes are pipes and time is time, so why not shower and pee at same time? So no, this was not the first time I had peed standing up in a shower. Not by a long shot. It was, although, the first time I was trying to pee in a cup, in a shower.

My wait for that did not take long. There! I looked down and there it was! A stream of my pee coming out of me and well, not in the cup. More like out of me and down my leg. It was so warm. Great, I thought. Okay, the problem was my lips were getting in the way of my pee. I should have thought of that. I quickly moved my hand down, opened up my lips and there, okay, now the stream of more or less, progressing out of me unencumbered to the shower floor. I could feel the splatter bounce back to my feet and ankles. Ha! I was making a mess. I wonder what my son would think if he saw me doing this now? I repositioned the cup and a second later, I was filling it up.

And filling it up fast! I must say. No issues with my rate of flow. LOL. In no time at all, I had to move the cup away and finish the rest of my business with no cup in front of me. It was, I have to say, more fun than I thought it would be. I mean, like I said, I pee in the shower all the time, but when I do, the water is running and it is never the focus of the event. It kind of just happens while I wash my hair. But now, there it was. This torrent of nectar escaping me to land on the shower basin.

As I watched my flow finally stop, I noticed just how wet I was now. Ha! Wet with my own pee. The inside of my right leg, where the original path of my pee took and both my feet and ankles. I chuckled to myself. I’m so naughty sometimes. But stop it! I’m stalling. I look at the main event in my hand.

There it was. My pee in a cup. My pee. MILF nectar, golden goodness, mommy’s secret liquid. Ha. I giggled to myself as all the funny words for this substance came top of mind. MILF-o-riffica I thought. And wow. It was so warm. The cup I was using was just a small plastic see through cup. As I held it in my hand the warmth of my pee was very apparent. It felt almost hot. In contrast, the once warm pee that had run down my leg was now pretty cold.

Ha, hot. I wonder how many video views I would get if I posted this video. Mom tastes her own pee. HA! I bet a lot of kinky boys would like to see that. Right? ;-) Gezzz, and then a disturbing thought. Or a more disturbing thought. I wonder if my son has looked for videos like that before. LOL. What a kinky naughty boy I thought.

And if he did, what would he search for? Mom tastes her own pee? Mom pees in shower. Mom pees in shower and tastes it. Mom pees in shower and drinks it. Huh. Yes, I was going to taste it, no backing out now. But, was I going to drink it? Swallow it? That sounds so much worse. But was I? I don’t know. Ha! Mom drinks her own pee. Or would it be, MILF drinks her own pee.

MILF. Huh. What a naughty word. Was I one? I suppose. Well, of course I was. I mean. I’m guessing a lot of men wanted me. And, well, I was a mother. So, yes, I was a MILF by definition. Gzzz, the things I ponder with a cup full of my pee close to my face. Okay, okay. Get back to the moment.

First, I wanted to smell it. I knew my pee had a smell. Well, at least sometimes it did. Still, I was smart enough to know that the only times it really had a smell was when I was not very hydrated. And well, I’m always pretty well hydrated. I mean, it feels like half of my day is spent peeing LOL. And then of course, there is the color. Healthy well hydrated MILF pee is very see through, I tell myself. As in, not much color at all, which would describe my pee in this cup well.

I pulled the cup under my nose to breathe in. Please don’t smell bad. Please don’t smell bad I hoped to myself. And, well, okay. Not bad at all. I mean hardly any smell at all. That’s good, right? I mean, yes, it smelled like pee, but not overwhelming at all. All in all, I’m thinking it smells like what a healthy person’s pee should smell like. Okay, good. I can check that box off. My pee doesn’t smell gross. Good! Okay, now for the real test.

Okay, okay. It’s okay I tell myself. Just a taste. I mean, how bad could it be, right? I mean, it smells okay, right? Okay, okay, here goes. I moved the cup to my lips. Shit! I was really going to taste my own pee.

I tilted the cup, letting some of my pee pour into my mouth. And, and. Huh. Okay. I was expecting something intense. Something bitter. I guess I was thinking that it would taste like something I would instantly not want to have in my mouth. It did not. It, well, was not bad. It was a little salty, but only a little. If anything, it was sweet. Not over the top, but yes. It was sweet. Huh, I was surprised. I mean really. Not what I was expecting at all.

Okay, should I swallow or spit? I mean like I just thought, tasting is one thing, swallowing, well, that is another. Well, as I pondered this, I realized that holding one’s pee in one’s mouth is also pretty kinky. I felt myself bush at the thought. And then, shit. I felt a tingle down there. WTF? Was I getting aroused? Shit, no time to think about that. I swallowed.

I focused on the liquid on its way down my throat. Perhaps the after taste was going to be the worst part. Okay, but. No. No after taste at all. Ha! I supposed my pee had a good finish. LOL. Okay, okay. I tried to ignore the thought that I had just drank my own pee. I also tried to ignore the fact that I did not hate it. And I really was trying not to want to try some more.

I look down at my cup. I had only taken a small sip. Maybe I should try some more? I mean, in for a penny, in for a pound, right?

I poured more pee into my mouth. Much more than last time. I was half expecting to now find something offensive about it with more in my mouth. I was kind of hoping to not like it. But, well, no. If anything, I detected the sweetness more. OMG. It started to dawn on me. My pee tastes good! WTF! Is it just me? Does all pee taste good, like mine? Or did I just like the way pee tasted? Oh my. This is so messed up.

I can NOT like this! I looked at my cup. I still had plenty of me left. I took another sip, holding it in my mouth. Feeling the warmth of my pee in my mouth. My free hand went down to my clit. Oh my. I started rubbing myself as I do most mornings in the shower. So no, masturbating in the shower is another thing I’ve become very skilled at. Masturbating with a mouth full of my pee, not so much.

Oh my, why did this feel so good? So naughty. As I climaxed, I tiled my head up and poured the rest of my pee directly on my face. AhhhhhHHHHHH. I had to swallow so I could open my mouth and breath. Oh my. Oh my my my. What was incredible. Oh my. Ha. Perhaps I was a lot more naughty than I had ever imagined.

### End Of Part 4 ###

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