On Golden Lake Part 1

Blake's warm tongue was sliding slowly along the crease of her inner thigh, while his firm hand softly caressed her other leg. "Oh God Blake," she groaned. "Please..." She grit her teeth and swiveled her hips. If she could only bring her clitoris into contact with his tongue...

"What Meg?"

"Please lick me!"

"Like this?" And he trailed his tongue down her leg toward her knee.

"Nooo," she moaned. "The other way...my...my clit. Oh please..."

But her begging fell on deaf ears. Blake's wet tongue ran along the hollow on the inside of her knee. He winked at Justin as he worked his way down Meg's trembling leg. The boy smiled nervously, still fingering his blood-engorged cock, and Blake smiled reassuringly.

Meg's head lolled from side to side. She was breathing hard as Blake took her to incredible heights of glorious agony. She could feel the beads of perspiration running down her forehead and soaking the blindfold. Her vagina was on fire, and she could feel her clitoris throbbing, desperate to be touched by Blake's glorious tongue. And through it all, the need to urinate grew more and more intense. She was growing increasingly alarmed that she would pee on the sheets, and the thought mortified her. She had to make Blake understand. Maybe he would release her and allow her to go to the bathroom.

"Blake...I...I need to pee."

His cock jerked at her words. He glanced knowingly at Justin and crawled on hands and knees and lay on his side next to her, rubbing his prick against her hip.

"Please Blake," she whimpered. Her hair was soaked with sweat and matted against her forehead.

Blake put his lips to her ear. "Do it, Meg. Let yourself go." He squeezed her tits, rubbing his palm against the firm nipples.

"Nooo," she moaned. "I can't. Not like this."

He gently bit her ear lobe. "Go ahead Meg. You can do it," he murmured.

Meg whimpered with frustration. Why was he doing this to her? She couldn't pee on the bed like this! But the thought of relieving the pressure in her full bladder was overwhelming. She couldn't hold it much longer - if she didn't pee, she felt she would burst.

She groaned loudly, only dimly aware of the touch of Blake's lips nuzzling her neck, of his fingers tracing lazy circles on her stomach. She bit her lips, trying to hold in her urine, but she couldn't! With a loud grunt, she flexed her legs rigidly and tensed her stomach muscles, and she suddenly felt a spurt of warm liquid trickling down her vaginal lips. Meg gasped and strained again, and with a sense of unending relief, a hard steady stream of golden pee shot from her.

"Oh, God, I'm peeing..." she whispered hoarsely. Blake's head jerked up, and he watched in fascination as a long stream of golden piss arched between Meg's spread legs. His cock throbbed and jerked against Meg's trembling thigh at the sight, and Justin, too, was watching in rapt fascination as his mother peed, no more than three feet away from him. He stared wide-eyed as the amber stream gushed against her thigh, then her knee, until it splashed in a pool between her calves. The sheets darkened in a fan-shaped pattern, spreading rapidly.

Tears of relief welled in Meg's eyes beneath the blindfold, and she cried out as her bladder emptied. She felt so...dirty...but she was far beyond embarrassment. All she cared about was easing the aching pressure.

Blake watched as the golden stream began to subside to a trickle, and then stopped entirely. Meg sighed loudly with relief.

"Feel better?"

"Oh God yes...but...I should go and clean up now."

"Oh no you don't. We're just getting started."

"But I peed all over myself Blake!" she protested.

"Doesn't matter to me."

Before she could reply, he got up off the bed and walked over to Justin, still standing rigidly and watching the incredible scene unfold before him. He draped his arm around the boy's thin shoulders and leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "Okay Justin," he breathed. "It's almost time." Justin nodded slowly.

Blake climbed back on the bed between Meg's spread legs. The sheets were soaking wet from her piss, and the eroticism of the sensation made his cock quiver. He needed relief desperately, wanted nothing more than to plunge his erection into her sopping cunt, but with a supreme effort he resisted the urge. He leaned down, and licked her inner thigh, still wet from her piss.

"Mmm...yes!" she hissed, and she jerked her hips sharply upward.

"Do you want me to lick you Meg?"

"Oh, please Blake...I need it," she murmured.

He scooted himself higher, and inspected her beautiful pussy. It was deeply pink and shiny, soaking wet with a mixture of cunt juice and urine. The smell was pungent, and he breathed deeply. Her clit was thick and erect, protruding between her puffy cunt lips. It was begging to be licked. He touched the tip of his tongue to her clit, and pressed hard against it.

"OH GOD YES!" she screamed, and her hips jerked violently, pressing her sopping pussy against his face. "LICK ME!" He trailed his tongue down her pussy lips, and wedged it against her pussy hole as she humped against him. He could taste the musky, spicy juices flowing there, and he swirled his tongue against the wet opening while she moaned.

Then, to Meg's consternation, he pulled away. "OH GOD, don't stop Blake," she begged. Her head rolled from side to side in frustration.

Blake got back up on hands and knees, and looked over his shoulder at Justin. The boy was staring at him intently. Blake nodded, and the boy very slowly and carefully climbed on the bed behind him. He lay flat on him stomach in his Mother's wet spot, and inched his way very slowly and tentatively forward, beneath Blake.

Blake smiled to himself. The boy was performing even better than he had hoped. Still, he glanced up nervously at Meg. Her head was rolling from side to side in frustration, lost in a fog of aching desire, and completely unaware of what was happening between her spread legs.

Justin slowly worked into position beneath Blake, until his wide-eyed face was inches from his mother's pussy. Blake envied him, about to experience his first taste of a woman's pussy. Blake tapped him on the shoulder, and the two exchanged quick knowing glances. The older man nodded, and Justin extended his pink tongue, touching it to his mother's hot clit.

"UHH...Yesss," she sighed.

Encouraged by the reaction, Justin licked back and forth against the pulsating clit, just as Blake had instructed, just as he had seen in the videos.

"OH GOD! OH GOD! YES! YES! YES!" screamed Meg, and she swiveled her crotch against the probing tongue. The sensation was indescribable. After the torture that Blake had subjected her to, the relief of finally being touched where she so urgently needed it was beyond belief. "LICK ME BLAKE!" she cried. She cried out as a wave of ecstasy coursed through her body, and she jerked her hips upward to meet the probing tongue. "Oh god...oh god..." The sensation was indescribable. She had been an infrequent recipient of oral sex in her life - her ex-husband didn't like it - but this made up for all those barren years. The tongue swirled around her clitoris, and she cried out with ecstasy. Her head flopped from side to side as she moaned her pleasure.

Blake's watched with lust and admiration as Justin brought his mother to ever-intensifying waves of ecstasy. The boy's crew-cut head obscured his view, but judging from Meg's reaction, his mouth was pleasuring her skillfully. Blake's prick was rock-hard and at a state of hair-trigger horniness. He lowered his hips and rubbed his erection against Justin's tight ass-cheeks. The boy responded by pushing back against him, which nearly caused Blake to shoot his load right then and there. He was nearly overcome by the desire to seek out the boy's tight little asshole and fuck him while he licked his mother, but that was out of the question. For one thing, his cock was too big for the lad's virgin asshole. For another thing, Justin would probably yell out, thereby revealing himself to his mom.

So Blake contented himself with rubbing his cock against the boy's ass cheeks, which provided at least a little stimulation, and watching Meg's lust-crazed and blindfolded face as her son pleasured her. Her mouth was agape, and she was breathing heavily between her moans. Her face was flushed and shiny with perspiration, and she tossed her head from side to side, reveling in the sensation. Almost as an afterthought, he checked the blindfold to make sure it looked secure...and his heart stopped!

This was bad. The motion of her head against her outstretched arms was...FUCK!...loosening the blindfold! It was beginning to ride up her forehead. His mind raced. He had to get the blindfold refastened, and he began to extend his arm up toward her face to tug it back into place. But he had to move carefully. After all, he was supposed to be preoccupied with licking her pussy. One wrong move, one brush against her, and she might learn what was happening. He slowly extended his arm.

As her vagina throbbed and pulsated at the delicious oral servicing she was receiving, Meg could both feel, and see, the blindfold beginning to loosen. A harsh light was beginning to appear beneath the lower edge. She was relieved, and beginning to feel a bit ridiculous about being blindfolded anyway. She wanted to tear off the covering so she could watch as Blake pleasured her with his tongue. She tugged once again at the bonds constraining her wrists, but she already knew that was futile. So she turned her head toward her upper arm, still stretched upward and behind her. She rubbed her forehead against her arm to help loosen it...there! The bottom edged up about an inch, and her right eye was free.

She giggled. "Hah! I can see you now!" Immediately, the delightful tongue paused as it trailed along her swollen pussy lips. "Oh...," she cooed. "Don't stop." She bucked her hips, and thankfully, he began licking again, flicking against her aching clitoris on each upstroke.

"Oh yes..." she hissed through clenched teeth. "Lick me there!"

The room was dimly lit, but she still had to blink as she came out of her world of darkness. She fluttered her eyelids rapidly, and turned to look down at Blake, to watch him lick her. But something was...wrong...Blake's wide-eyed face was above her...wasn't he licking her?

"What...what's happening?" she asked, confusion in her voice. She angled her head down, and she saw...a familiar crew-cut head buried in her pussy. "Who...," she began, and then she knew.

"Oh my God...NO!" But the intensity of the licking increased before she could fully voice her confusion. The delightful tongue...Justin's tongue...lapped at her pulsating clitoris. Despite her shock, Meg's body betrayed her, and her hips bucked into her son's face. Blake's eyes were looking intently into hers.

"Enjoy it Meg...let yourself go," he whispered softly. He pulled the blindfold up and off her head.

"No Blake no..." she protested. "It's wrong...don't do this."

"Hush." Blake angled his head and planted his lips on hers, quieting her protests. She could feel his tongue pushing insistently into her mouth. Meg closed her eyes tightly, blinking away the tears, and turned her face away from him. But he was insistent, his tongue probing at her mouth while her son suckled her womanhood. She couldn't believe this was happening, but she was powerless to resist. Her senses were consumed by a raw lust, and finally, she opened her mouth to him, their tongue intertwining.

They broke the long kiss, leaving Meg breathless and panting, eyes glazed with passion. He lowered his face to her sensitive breasts, and suckled at her distended nipple. She arched her back, pushing her breast into his mouth.

"Ohhh yess," she moaned.

Blake knew he had her. He watched Justin, face still buried in his mother's pussy. The boy's eyes were closed as he lapped at her pussy, licking it like an ice cream cone. Meg's hips were humping up and down, riding her son's face.

"That's it Justin," he whispered encouragingly. "Lick her clit."

The boy nodded, and focused his tongue on his mother's clit. Meg immediately responded to the sensation.

"OH GOD!" she gasped. Her legs and arms strained in their bonds, and her face was frozen into a mask of lust, eyebrows arched, lips parted.

"Yes...yes...yes...yes...," she intoned, as her head lolled from side to side.

Meg writhed on the sweat-soaked sheets, breathing heavily as her body responded to her son's tongue. She could only vaguely comprehend what was happening. Her body was betraying her, but she didn't care. It didn't matter that it was her own son that was the source of the wonderful sensations. Like a slut in heat, she knew only that she needed release, however she could get it.

She was aware of Blake whispering to Justin, giving him instructions. She felt movement on the bed, and a new sensation - a pressure being applied to her vaginal opening. She opened her eyes, and saw Justin kneeling between her splayed legs. Blake was next to him...and was...was holding her son's erect penis, guiding it toward the vee between her legs.

Meg pulled violently against her bonds. "No...," she protested weakly. "Please...Justin...nooo..." But Blake was massaging her wet vagina with Justin's penis, rubbing it against her, titillating her. Despite her best judgment, she responded to the sensation, pushing against Justin's erection, until Blake finally wedged it against her opening. She caught her son's eye - he was staring intently at her, his young wide eyes glazed with lust.

Blake gave a quiet instruction to him. "Okay, Justin, push it in."

Meg groaned. "Oh God...no...," but it was futile. She knew her boy was about to take her, and there was nothing she could do about it. She lay there, powerless, on the sweat soaked sheets, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She could only vaguely comprehend what was happening. Her body was betraying her...she was being a slut at the hands of her son. She felt Justin's erection slowly entering her, guided by the sure hands of Blake. Justin closed his eyes, his mouth gaped open, reveling in the joy of losing his virginity to his mother.

"Now push hard Justin!" Blake hissed.

The boy bit his lower lip, concentrating on the glorious feeling of his mother's tight, clinging pussy wrapped around his virgin prick. He leaned over his mother, supporting his weight on his thin arms, flexed his tight little butt cheeks, and pushed into her.

"Oh..." Meg gasped. "Oh yes..."

Her son's hard penis was inside her...he began to thrust back and forth, fucking her, moaning in rhythm to his strokes.

"Oh Justin..." Meg groaned.

She tossed her head back as her boy took her. She squeezed her pelvic muscles, drawing him in as he humped her, reveling in the feel of his penis sliding into her womanhood. She was vaguely aware of Blake's hands deftly untying her ankles, freeing her legs. She could pull away if she wanted to, escape this madness, but she didn't. She wanted it, NEEDED it to continue. She wrapped her legs around her son's clenching buttocks, pulling him in to her as he gasped in pleasure. She whispered to him, encouraging him. "Yes Justin...yes..."

Blake was untying her wrists. She could push her son away, end this right now. But she wrapped her arms around her son and pulled him toward her, holding him tightly against her sweaty breasts as he fucked her. Mother and son writhed together, unashamedly using each other to build toward their orgasms.

Blake sat back on the bed stroking his cock, eyes wide with the wonder over what he was seeing. Meg and her son ground their bodies against each other, lost in the searing heat of their passion. Meg's hands were lightly clawing Justin's back, her long legs wrapped tightly around his flexing ass cheeks. Justin was moaning, his face buried in his mother's soft tits, his thrusting cock making a liquid slapping sound as he burrowed into his mother's soaking cunt.

He wanted to see them come together, but he knew Justin wouldn't be able to last long. He debated snaking his hand beneath Justin to stimulate Meg's clit, but just then, Meg gasped loudly and slid her hands to her boy's ass, pulling him tightly into her. She humped her pelvis against him, seeking the stimulation she needed to come, encouraging him to fuck her.

"OH GOD YES JUSTIN!" she cried. "YES...YES...YES...FUCK ME! OH GOD!" Meg's entire body went momentarily rigid, then began bucking furiously. "OH FUCK!" she cried out with lust. "GOD YES! YES! YES!" And she was coming, writhing with passion as her body was wracked by a powerful orgasm. With a loud gasp, Justin was coming as well, and he pistoned rapidly in and out of her slimy cunt while his Mother humped against him. Their groins slapped together loudly, the sound mingling with their cries of passion.

Gradually, the pace of their thrusting decreased to a slow grind, and their breathing slowly subsided. Meg stroked and caressed Justin's sweaty back as he collapsed on to her, kissing her soft breast. She closed her eyes tightly, blinking away the tears. Her emotions were raw and confused as she tried to come to grips with what had happened. The primeval lust slowly washed away, leaving her with a warm glow and a deep undying love for her son, for what they had just experienced together.

They lay there together, bodies intertwined, until she felt Justin soften inside her. He pulled out of her slowly, and she coaxed him higher up her body, his semi hard penis nestling against her stomach. She looked deeply into his bright eyes, and pulled his face down to hers. Their lips met, and Meg extended her pink tongue, pressing it into his mouth.

Blake lay there and watched, consumed by lust, yet nervous and uncertain about what to do next. This had gone better than his wildest dreams, but what would Meg's reaction be now? At worst, she'd go into a hysterical fit of rage, but that certainly didn't seem to be the case. Mother and son were oblivious to his presence, luxuriating in the glow of their orgasms. They were kissing each other, stroking each other's bodies like young lovers.

He decided to go for it. He scrambled between Meg's still spread legs, and lay between them on the cool sheets, still damp from her urine. It was a sight he would never forget. Meg's legs were splayed, and Justin was partly laying, partly on hands and knees over his mother while they kissed and caressed each other. His semi-erect cock was shiny with his mother's pussy juice, and as he watched, a pearly drop of his sperm oozed out of the tip and dripped into his mother's dark, matted cunt hair. Her smooth tanned thighs bracketed her dark pink, soaking wet pussy. The cunt lips were swollen and gaping open, and a thick streamer of Justin's cum was oozing out, slowly dripping into her puckered asshole.

It was irresistible to Blake. He eased forward, extended his tongue, and lapped at her delicious cunt-hole, scooping up a glob of Justin's musky sperm. Meg jerked at the touch, then opened her legs farther, inviting Blake to continue. He licked and sucked at her pussy hole, coaxing out as much of the boy's sperm as he could. Gradually Meg responded to the sensation, and Blake could hear soft moans as her lust gradually built again.

Justin clambered off of his mother and collapsed next to her on the bed, a satisfied smile playing over his boyish face. Blake continued servicing Meg's pussy with his mouth, and she began to gently thrust against him. He probed at her cunt opening, then worked lower, gently laving her sensitive asshole, licking up the sperm that had seeped there.