Chapter 8: Chapter 8
On the sixth day, only the mothers knew what was on the agenda, and they were too excited as they met before the session.
They were all gathered in Mistress's private lounge, a room filled with plush sofas, soft lighting, and an air of anticipation. Mistress sat on a chaise, her legs crossed, a glass of wine in her hand, a small smile playing on her lips. She looked at the mothers, their eyes gleaming with excitement and nervousness.
Kathryn was the first to speak, she could barely wait for the day’s activities . “God I can’t wait for him to aim his cock at me and piss all over me. I want to feel his hot stream on my face, my tits, my pussy. I want to taste him, to swallow him down.” She looked around, her eyes meeting those of the other mothers. “Who’s with me?” she asked, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
Marla was next, her voice a low whisper, “I’ve wanted that too. I was waiting for us to get here to broach the subject” she said, her eyes locked onto Mistress's. “I want him to mark me, to claim me, to make me his. I want to feel his hot stream on my skin, to taste him, to swallow him down.” She looked around, her eyes meeting those of the other mothers. “Who else wants this?” she asked, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
The other mothers nodded, their eyes gleaming with desire and anticipation. They all wanted this, they all wanted to be pissed on by sons. Maggie spoke next, “Oh I can’t wait either. Since the day I saw his ten inches, I’ve been imagining him pissing all over me. I want to feel it on my face, my tits, my ass. I want to taste it, to swallow it down. I want to be right under him, him letting it go on my face”.
Mistress who had been quiet
all this time, smiled and said, “Well, it seems like you all have the same idea in mind. Today, we will be exploring the art of golden showers. Each of you will have a chance to experience the thrill of being pissed on by your sons. But remember, this is not just about the act itself. It's about the power dynamics, the submission, the trust. It's about giving up control, and letting go. So go ahead, let’s meet the sons. They have been ready”.
Mistress stood up, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and authority. “Let’s go,” she said, her voice filled with a sense of command. The mothers followed her, their bodies trembling with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. They walked through the lush greenery of the island, the sound of their footsteps muffled by the soft sand beneath their feet. They could hear the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves, the sound of the birds singing in the trees. The air was filled with the scent of saltwater and tropical flowers, the scent of the ocean and the sun.
The mothers followed Mistress to a clearing, where the sons were waiting for them. The clearing was a circle of soft grass, surrounded by tall palm trees, their leaves rustling in the breeze. In the center of the clearing, there was a large, flat rock, smooth and warm from the sun. The sons were standing around it, their bodies tense with anticipation, their cocks already hard, ready for action.
Mike was standing at the head of the rock, his eyes locked onto his mother's as she approached. He could see the way her body was trembling, the way her eyes were filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. “Hey mom” he said, as all moms gathered, having shed their clothes already. “Hey baby” Maggie replied, her eyes locked onto his cock, already hard and ready. Mistress started off, “Moms ready?”, and they all nodded. She continued, “Sons, stroke your cocks, get yourself ready”. All those men, unaware what they were going to, did as said.
They started stroking their cocks, their hands wrapping around their shafts, their eyes locked onto the mothers. The mothers watched, their bodies trembling with anticipation, their pussies throbbing with each stroke. They could see the way the sons' cocks grew, the way they thickened, the way they lengthened, the way they glistened with precum.
Mike's cock was already hard, already ready. He could feel the way it throbbed in his hand, the way it pulsed with blood, the way it ached for release. He looked at his mother, her body trembling with anticipation, her eyes locked onto his cock. Then Mistress gave the actual command, "Sons, aim your cocks at your mothers” and they did, and then heard, “Now piss”.
The sons let out a collective sigh of relief, and the mothers gasped in surprise and excitement. The first streams arced through the air, glinting in the sunlight, and hit their targets. The mothers let out moans of pleasure, their bodies trembling as the hot liquid splashed onto their skin. Mike's stream hit Maggie square in the chest, the hot liquid splashing onto her tits, running down her curves, dripping onto the ground. She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure, her pussy throbbing with arousal.
Mike's eyes were locked onto his mother, watching as she took his piss, watching as it ran down her body. It glistened as it ran down. With time, the stream got thicker , more forceful. Maggie felt it hit her face, and run down.
She could feel the warmth of it, the weight of it, the way it dripped down her skin, leaving trails of liquid gold. It was a warm shower that was so degrading, yet so incredibly arousing. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her nipples hardening, her body aching for more.
Mike watched as his mother's body reacted to his piss, the way her nipples hardened, the way her pussy throbbed, the way her body trembled with pleasure.
Marla , who was standing next to Maggie, let out a moan as her son's piss hit her face, running down her cheeks, her chin, her neck.
The other mothers were reacting similarly, fingering themselves, moaning, their bodies trembling with pleasure and arousal. The sons were watching, their eyes locked onto their mothers, their cocks throbbing with each moan, each gasp, each sigh.
Mike's stream was still hitting his mother, still running down her body, still glistening in the sunlight. Maggie looked around, no one else was still going, only Mike was. She looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of surprise and excitement. Feeling bold, she crawled forward as every other person watched.
She reached out, wrapping her hand around Mike's shaft, feeling the hot, pulsing flesh. He groaned, his eyes locked onto hers, his cock throbbing in her hand. She could feel the way it pulsed, the way it ached for release. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and mischief. "You're not done yet, are you, baby?" she asked, her voice a low purr. He shook his head, his eyes locked onto hers. "Not until you tell me to stop, mom," he said, his voice steady despite the pounding of his heart.
Maggie smiled, her eyes gleaming with excitement. And then shoved the whole thing right down her throat while he kept releasing his warm golden liquid. She barely gagged, just taking the entire ten inches of his cock into her mouth, feeling it hit the back of her throat. She could taste the saltiness of his piss, the bitterness of it as it filled her mouth, her throat. She swallowed, her body convulsing as she took it all in.
Mike groaned, his hands gripping her hair, his hips thrusting forward, his cock pulsing as he released his piss into her mouth. He held her head in place, his cock still deep in her throat, his body shuddering as he came down from his high.
“Wow”, Helen said, her voice filled with awe. “I’ve never seen anything like that. He’s amazing.”
Maggie looked up, her eyes watering slightly, her lips glistening with a mix of Mike’s cum and her own saliva. She could feel the way her pussy throbbed, the way her body ached for release. She looked at Mike, her eyes filled with a mix of love and lust. “He is, isn’t he?” she said, her voice filled with pride.
Mike pulled his cock out of her mouth, his eyes locked onto hers, a wicked gleam in them. “You liked that, mom?” he asked, his voice a low purr. “How could she not?” mistress replied for her as she watched Maggie gulp down the last of Mike's piss. “It was a sight to behold. The way he held her, the way he used her, the way she took it all in. It was beautiful, raw, and incredibly arousing.”
Maggie stood up, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her son's golden shower. She could feel the warmth of his piss on her skin, the way it glistened in the sunlight, the way it dripped down her body. She looked around, her eyes meeting those of the other mothers, their faces flushed with excitement and arousal.
“Mike, I don’t think I had enough”, Maggie said, and then on the grass near the beach she knelt down. Raising her ass in the air, she looked back at him, “I hope you had enough water to drink son, my asshole is empty and could use the same treatment as my throat”. Everyone except Mistress and Mike gasped at the raw, explicit request. Mike's eyes widened, his cock throbbing at the sight of his mother's ass, glistening with his piss, her asshole gaping open, inviting him. He quickly stroked his cock, his eyes locked onto his mother's ass, his breath coming in short gasps.
Mistress, who had been watching with a mix of amusement and arousal, stepped forward. "Mike, I think your mother is ready for more," she said, her voice a low purr. "Why don't you give her what she wants?" Mike nodded, his eyes locked onto his mother's ass, his cock throbbing with anticipation.
He walked to the center, where she knelt. She looked as if she was there to worship. And she was, she was going to worship his cock. Mike guided his cock slowly in her hole, till his balls rested on her asscheeks. “There baby, now you’re all the way in”, Maggie moaned, “Now you can start, empty yourself in there”. Mike held her steady by the waist, and released a slow trickle of piss into her asshole. It was warm and soothing, like her son.
The piss filled her asshole, stretching it, making it gape even more. She could feel it trickling out, running down her ass cheeks, dripping onto the grass below. She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure, her pussy throbbing with each pulse of his cock.
Mike watched as his mother's asshole took his piss, the way it stretched. “More baby, I want more”, she begged, her voice filled with desperation.Mike obliged, increasing the flow of his piss. It filled her asshole, stretching it, making it gape. He could see the way it dripped out, the way it mixed with his previous load, the way it glistened in the sunlight.
He could hear the way she moaned, the way she begged for more, the way she writhed beneath him.
Everyone watched in awe, their eyes locked onto the sight of Mike's cock pissing into his mother's ass.
The sound of the liquid hitting the grass, the sound of Maggie's moans, the sound of Mike's ragged breaths filled the air. The sun beat down on them, the heat of it intensifying the scene, making it feel more raw, more real.
The moms started chanting, “Fuck her!
Fuck her! Fuck her!” Their voices echoed through the clearing, a primal rhythm. Maggie turned around to face him, “Go ahead. Use my ass. Fuck it while you piss inside” Maggie moaned. Mike grinned, he knew she could be brazen, and this was just
another level of it. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and started to slam into her, his cock sliding in and out of her asshole with a steady, deliberate pace. He could hear the sound of flesh meeting flesh, the sound of his cock sliding in and out of her, the sound of her moans, the sound of his ragged breaths.
Maggie's body trembled with each thrust, her asshole clenching around him, her pussy dripping with arousal. The sloshing inside her ass was a symphony of their combined fluids, the warmth of his piss still filling her, mixing with her own juices and his cum from earlier. The scent of sex and urine hung heavy in the air, a pungent reminder of their debauchery.
Mike's hips slapped against her ass, the sound echoing through the clearing. He looked down, his eyes locked onto the sight of his cock disappearing into his mother's ass, the way it glistened with their combined fluids, the way it stretched her.
Besides Mistress no one could believe what was happening. They were all watching in awe, their eyes wide with disbelief and excitement. The sight of Mike's cock disappearing into his mother's ass, the overflowing of piss and cum, the raw, primal sound of their bodies meeting, was a sight they would never forget. The air was thick with the scent of sex and urine, a heady mix that made their own bodies ache with desire.
Maggie's body was a symphony of pleasure and pain. Each thrust of Mike's hips sent waves of sensation coursing through her. She could feel the way her asshole stretched to accommodate his size, the way it gaped. As he pulled out, her stretched asshole would get filled till the brim with piss, and then as he pushed back in, it would overflow, dripping down her ass cheeks, onto the grass below. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain, of fullness and emptiness. She could feel the way her body responded to him, the way her pussy throbbed, the way her nipples hardened, the way her body ached for more.
Once he was done emptying his bladder, Mike pulled out of her ass, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. Maggie turned around, her eyes locked onto his, a wicked gleam in them. "So? Do you think I did a good job as your personal toy?” she teased.
“I think you deserve a reward mom”, Mike said stroking his still hard ten inches. “Well, what do you have in mind?” Maggie asked, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and anticipation.
“What are you…” Maggie’s words halted as the first thick rope of cum shot out of Mike’s cock, landing on her forehead, dripping down her nose. She grinned, so did Mistress and the other mothers. They were all watching, their eyes wide with anticipation. Mike’s cock continued to spurt, ropes of cum landing on Maggie’s tits. The next big globs, thick and creamy, splashed on her tits making them white with his seed. The cum dripped down her body, pooling in her belly button and running down her legs. She looked like a statue, her body glistening with sweat and cum, her eyes locked onto Mike’s.
“You’re a mess, mom,” Mike said, his voice filled with amusement and lust. “I think you need a shower.”
Maggie laughed, her body shaking with the effort. “I think you’re right,” she said, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and exhaustion. “But first, I think I need a taste.”
She reached out, wrapping her hand around his cock, feeling the hot, pulsing flesh. “Fuck me face baby,” she moaned, her voice a low purr. “I want to feel you in my …”, He didn’t give her a chance to finish. He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back, exposing her throat. He slammed his cock into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, making her gag. She could taste the salty, slightly bitter taste of his cum mixed with her own juices and his piss. She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure, her pussy throbbing with each thrust of his hips.
Mike looked down, his eyes locked onto the sight of his cock disappearing into his mother's mouth. He could see the way her lips stretched around him, the way her tongue wrapped around his shaft, the way her throat convulsed as she took him in. Helen asked, “Does he ever go down or what?”, the other sons looked there, jealous of Mike's prowess. “I’ve never seen anything like this,” she said, her voice filled with awe. “He’s amazing.”
“He is, isn’t he?” Maggie replied, her voice filled with pride. “He’s my son, after all.”
Mike pulled her back , his hands gripping her hair, his hips thrusting forward, his cock pulsing as he released another load into her mouth. Maggie gagged, her body convulsing as she took it all in, her eyes watering, her throat burning.
The spurts were thick, creamy and huge. Rope after rope inside her mouth , filling it up, overflowing, dripping down her chin, her neck, her tits. She swallowed as much as she could, but it was too much. She was choking, gagging, her body convulsing with each pulse of his cock. Mike watched, his eyes locked onto the sight of his mother's mouth filled with his cum, her eyes watering, her body trembling. He held her head in place, his hands gripping her hair, his hips thrusting forward, his cock pulsing as he released the last of his load into her mouth.
Finally, he pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. Maggie gasped for air, her body trembling, her eyes watering. She looked up at Mike, her son, her lover, her god. She remained in her knees like a devotee, drenched head to toe in his cum.
Her blonde hair was matted, her face a canvas of white ropes of his seed, her tits glistening with the mixture of his cum and her own sweat. Her eyes, though watering, held a spark of triumph and satisfaction. She had taken it all, every last drop, and she had loved every moment of it.
Mike stood there, his cock still semi-hard, a satisfied grin on his face. He looked around at the other mothers, their eyes wide with envy and awe. He had just given his mother a golden shower, a face fuck, and a cum bath all in one go. He had marked her as his, claimed her as his own.
Mistress finally broke the silence, "Well, that was... something else. I've never seen anything quite like that." She looked at Mike, her eyes filled with a mix of respect and lust. "You, my dear, are a force to be reckoned with."
Maggie, still on her knees, looked up at Mistress, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I told you, he's my son. He's always been... exceptional."
Mistress chuckled, "Indeed, he is. Now, let's get you cleaned up, Maggie. You're a mess."
Maggie stood up, her body aching from the intense session. She could feel the cum and piss dripping down her legs, the sticky residue clinging to her skin. “Screw it, I like it” Maggie said to Mistress. “He gave me such a good time, I don’t want to wash it off just yet.” She looked at Mike, her eyes filled with a mix of love and lust. “I want to keep it on me, as a reminder of what we just did, of what we shared.” Mike grinned, his eyes gleaming with pride and satisfaction. “I like that idea, mom. It’s like a trophy, a badge of honor.” Mistress chuckled, “Well, I can’t argue with that. He does dump a huge load, doesn’t he?” She looked at Mike, her eyes filled with a mix of amusement and lust. “But you know what they say, all good things must come to an end. And this course is no exception.” She turned to the other mothers, “Ladies, it’s time to clean up and get ready for the final event. Tonight, we crown the best son, and he gets to...” she paused, her eyes locked onto Mike's, “...claim his prize.”