Changing up the fluid

She gulps. Clearly, both options are way beyond the line of the acceptible for her, but she has **** - **** but to make the choice. Best of all, she sees you as her biggest ally in this, someone who is genuinely and actively helping her along, rather than what you actually are: her pervert son making her into his whore.

"I don't know if I could even take a real..." "Throat Fucking." you explain. "It's called a Throat Fucking."

"I don't talk like this! And you shouldn't either!" she reprimands you.

you shrug. "Would you rather use all these dirty words and be embarrassed by it as you would be, or would you rather completely change your standards and just not care about them?"

"I wouldn't want to change my standards!" she replies. Then she continues, biting her lips in discomfort: "Anyway, I don't know if can even take a... a throatfucking. I could probably manage..." you see she is looking for words but you've only left undesirable ones at the ready for her. "I could probably manage you shoving your cock down my throat, down my... my throat pussy, if you will. But a prolonged facefuck? I don't know."

"So...?" you ask.

"So I guess I'll have to..." you can't surpress a big grin growing on your face. "I'll have to drink your piss."

"Every day." you remind her.

"Every day." she nods, looking at something in the middle distance. Her mind is trying to properly work through all that's happened. You don't give it the time to do so.

"Alright." you say. "But then I have a few conditions. Firstly, as we said, in order for it to be properly milking, you'll have to use your throat muscles to massage the piss out of me. For that, I'll have to be hard, so I need you to make this sexy. I don't want this to be like a daily chore, you gotta perform this as a sensual sex act."

"Couldn't you take viagra instead, or something like that, to stay hard?" she counters.

"No." you block. "You gotta make it erotic, or I'm not doing it."

She nods slowly. Her facial expression is too muddled for you to read it.

"Second, I don't want this to happen in the shower or over plastic covers or whatever. I want you to come to my bed every morning and be my toilet right there, best if I'm still half asleep. It's gonna make a mess, and you'll have to clean it up, but I don't want any precautions. The piss is going to go where it does, and you can clean it up, or get a house maid to do it."

"But..." she starts, a little perplexed by your demands, but you cut her off.

"Shut up, mom. I'm telling you how you can get what you need from me. This whole thing is for you, remember? You're the crazy person who wants to milk me all the time. I'm entitled to say how I am comfortable helping you. And so here's my third condition, I want you to praise me for my pee like a good mommy. You gotta make me feel good about this whole affair."

She nods, seemingly more understanding of this condition than the earlier ones.

"And lastly: I decide when we stop, not you. I know when I'm out of piss and so I know when the milking is over. If I'm gonna fuck your face for another hour, or two hours, to get the last drop out, that's my perogative"

"Now that's not fair!" she says "That destroys the whole point of me having chosen this way instead of the cum!"

You shrug again. "I'm not forcing you to do this, you can go back to a different option if you want."

But of course, she can't. She is committed. You could add more conditionals on it if you wanted and she would have **** but to accept them.