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.