Piss on her!

"You look like shit mom." you say looking at her in her shapeless onesie. "Go and get yourself prettied up for me. Put on a nice blouse, a skirt, makeup and stuff. Try your best. You've got 5 minutes then come back here."

"uh? uh. What? I wont", she squeals, but is already at the foot of the stairs and heading up to her wardrobe.

You get a beer from the fridge and a cookie from her tin while you're waiting, and consider whether fucking her is a good option. You're pretty sure you could manage it, but your balls are still in need of a refill.

Soon enough, she's back and looks much more presentable. A cream buttoned polyester blouse over what appears to be a more sizable chest than you had guessed earlier, and a navy suit skirt and pantyhose of the same color with matching patent leather pumps. She wore a pearl necklace and earrings and pink lipstick.

"I, I don't know how you made me do this, but please,",

"Shhh." you say and put your index finger to her lips. "Quiet".

She stares wide eyed at your finger then boggles as your other hand gropes her boob through the blouse. She gasps silently and takes two steps backwards.

"Stand still". you command. Of course she complies, but looks horrified as you close the distance and feel her boobs through the smooth tight material once more. "Kneel down", you lean over and whisper intimately into her ear.

Trembling she drops to her knees as you begin unzipping your cock once more and closes her eyes. Fine you think and hold it just in front of her face. "open your mouth. Wide." you whisper.

You have a semi hard on now and you slide it into her open mouth, getting a little of her lipstick on your cock, but rest it with the head just on her bottom lip. She opens her eyes again, imploring you to stop, then coughs and chokes as a jet of urine gushes at her throat.

Involuntarily she coughs and shudders. You pull back, making sure her face and hair is soaked in the warm stream, then piss all over her front, making the polyester blouse wet and transparent and cling to her chest. you can see the lace pattern of her bra through it, and the outline of her nipples through that. Great look, you think, and make an effort to get her tits as wet as possible before you eventually run out.

You step back pleased with your work. The now well dressed brunette milf is kneeling in a puddle of piss on her oak laminate flooring, with her blouse clinging to her large tits. Wonderful. "Lick up as much of that as you can", you say, and you can see fresh horror on her face as she drops to her hands, puts her face to the floor and begins to lap like a cat with a bowl of milk.

Eventually, satisfied that she has got as much as its possible to get from the floor, you decide she's had enough.

"Ok, you can stop now. Sit up."

She looks slightly relieved, but still terrified.

"Juliet's a good kid. Don't give her a hard time for seeing me or staying out late or wearing whatever she wants".

Mom just blinked.

"You can speak again." you sigh, "Have you got that?"

"Yes".

"Good. And make sure your husband doesn't give her a hard time either".

"Ok.". you can see her shiver as the piss is going cold on her torso.

"Right." You pause then consider. Maybe you could give the couple a hand. They looked fairly boring. Probably stuck in a sexless rut. Lets spice their life up a little. "Every night before you go to sleep, suck his cock on a Monday and a Thursday, You're on top on a tuesday and Wednesday, him on a Friday and Saturday, and he is to fuck your ass on a sunday. Got all that?"

"Yes. but", she looks like she wants to object.

"Good", and get something slutty to wear in bed." You leave it up to her imagination to decide what was slutty.

"Ok." she says with a squeak.

You let yourself out, starting to get a horn again, but you will find somewhere else to use it soon. Its nearly morning.