Water sports

Claire drops to the floor and starts to crawl toward her grinning son. It's a very odd feeling to act without knowing why feeling her body respond to another's will. Excitement flutters in her stomach even as she wonders how he is making her do this. There's no doubt in her mind that James is controlling her as she takes his cock in her mouth.

"Oh, this is a bit predictable," she thinks as she tastes his salty cum mingled with her own juices "I suppose shouldn't have expected anything too creative from him he's only young still."

But she doesn't feel any urge to lick or suck him. She just kneels at his feet with her lips sealed around the base of his cock, nose buried in the musky tangle of his pubic hair. She hasn't given any head since long before her husband left but she's pretty sure this isn't how it should go. James isn't even hard, his dick just lays limp and soft on her tongue.

A delicate crease furrows her brow as she wonders what he's up to. A moment later she gets her answer as hot bitter liquid floods her mouth. She gags, **** and forcing it up her nose but she doesn't, can't, pull away. Instead, she swallows it down convulsively.

"Oh god," she thinks "I'm drinking his piss. He's pissing in my mouth and making me drink it."

It's terrible, humiliating, it's the hottest thing that's ever happened to her! She looks up at her boy, so strong and confident, more of a man than his father ever was. She knows she's found something she'd convinced herself she didn't need, a desire she'd buried so deep she'd almost forgotten it. She has finally found her master.