Chapter 8: The Final Act

As the morning light began to filter through the curtains, the trio was still caught in the throes of our wild night. But mom had a new idea, one that would push the boundaries even further. With a devilish grin, she stood up, her legs bent at the knees, her bum sticking out provocatively. Me and auntie Leiah, still lying on the bed, looked up at her with anticipation.

“Your turn, mom,” auntie Leiah said, her voice thick with excitement.

I nodded, my eyes locked on mom’s poised form. “Show us what you’ve got.”

Mom positioned herself so that me and auntie Leiah were directly beneath her, our faces between her legs. She relaxed her body, and soon, a warm stream of piss began to flow from her. It cascaded down, splashing onto me and auntie Leiah, who were eagerly waiting for this moment.

The golden shower drenched us, the warmth of it contrasting with the cool morning air. Auntie Leiah opened her mouth, catching some of the stream, her eyes closing in pleasure as she tasted mom’s piss. I followed suit, my mouth open wide, letting the stream fill it before swallowing, my hands reaching up to guide mom’s hips, encouraging her.

Mom moaned softly, the sensation of pissing on us adding to her arousal. “You like that, don’t you?” she teased, her voice husky.

“Fuck yes,” auntie Leiah replied, her tongue darting out to catch more of the stream, her hands moving to her own body, touching herself as she drank from mom.

I, my face wet with piss, grinned up at mom. “You’re a dirty girl, mom. I love it.”

As the stream began to weaken, mom lowered herself slightly, allowing me and auntie Leiah to get closer to her cunt. We both moved in, our mouths now directly under her, drinking the last of her piss directly from the source. The intimacy of the act, the raw(connection, sent shivers through all three of us.

Auntie Leiah’s fingers were now deep inside herself, her other hand reaching out to stroke my cock, which was hardening again from the erotic scene. My hands were on mom’s thighs, holding her steady as I drank, my tongue occasionally flicking out to tease her clit.

When mom was done, she straightened up, looking down at the two of us with a satisfied smirk. But the scene wasn’t over yet. Me and auntie Leiah, with mouths full of mom’s piss, leaned forward towards her. We both opened our mouths, letting the piss we had collected trickle into mom’s open mouth. Mom, eyes wide with surprise and delight, swallowed, the act creating a cycle of shared intimacy and arousal.

“Now, who’s ready for one last round before we collapse?” mom asked, her voice playful yet commanding, her lips glistening with her own piss.

Me and auntie Leiah, our faces glistening with piss, exchanged a look of mutual desire. “Let’s do this,” I said, my voice rough with lust.

Auntie Leiah nodded, her eyes alight with excitement. “One more time.”

With that, we all moved together, our bodies slick and eager, ready to explore the depths of our desires once more before the exhaustion of the night finally claimed us. The room was filled with the sounds of our passion, the scent of sex and urine mingling in the air, as we pushed each other towards one final, explosive climax. As we lay there, spent and content, the sun fully rose, marking the end of an unforgettable night.