Chapter 1

Peggy looked around carefully. She had to piss, piss badly, and the house was too far away.

She was one of those women who, when they had to piss, had to piss immediately. When she had to hold it in, she became acutely uncomfortable, and much to her embarrassment, had pissed into her pants at certain times.

She was in the vegetable garden, and it would have been easy to piss if she had been wearing a dress. But she was wearing jeans, tight jeans. Johnny was in the house, but he could be looking out of a window at her. She knew he did that often, peeking at her when he felt he could get away with it.

She had not minded his looking, he was young, curious. She would rather have him peek at her than sneak around trying to peek at other women or little girls, maybe getting himself in trouble. She had always been careful not to wear anything that might excite his young emotions, always careful how she sat or walked about the house. She never wore her nightgown in front of him. Her nightgowns weren't designed for the eyes of a young boy.

She examined the house carefully, trying to see if Johnny was in a window. She couldn't see clearly because of the sun. She felt as if she was going to piss in her jeans any time. She felt a bit of piss dribble into her pants. "Oh, shit! " she moaned, knowing she was going to piss whether Johnny was watching or not. She stood, a slight blush on her lovely face and opened her jeans. She quickly pulled the zipper, and shoving her jeans and panties down, squatted.

From his bedroom window, Johnny was indeed peeking. He caught a brief flash of the thick hair on his mother's cunt, and then her body was down. But to his delight, his mother wasn't hidden. He could see right down a neat row of vegetables. He watched his mother part her thighs, holding her jeans and panties out of the way. He could see the hair of her cunt, but was too far away to see her pussy clearly.

He did see, however, the golden piss as it streamed out. The sun glinted and made her piss sparkle. His cock strained at his summer shorts, and he pulled the leg of them away. His young cock thrust forward, his cock head achingly swollen. He gripped his cock hard, his eyes straining to watch his mother piss.

Relief moved over Peggy's face as she pissed. At the moment, she didn't care who could see her. It felt so good to piss. She sighed, leaning over her knees, watching her hot piss out of her cunt and pool on the ground. There was something, a tiny something, that excited her. She couldn't see her cunt, but only the thick curls of it.

She could see the stream arcing out of her pussy, and felt an odd tingle move along her naked ass flesh. She looked down, puzzled. She didn't know why it suddenly excited her. She had never felt excited about taking a piss before, only relief. She could feel something like an impending orgasm in her cunt. The sensation seemed to be increasing, and she was pissing hard and strong. She leaned as far over as she could, and still keep her balance, trying desperately to see her cunt, wondering what was happening to her. "Ooooh! " she cried out softly as a mild orgasm suddenly caused her cunt to contract. The stream of hot piss stopped, and as the convulsions of orgasm whipped through her pussy, it came out in short, quick spurts, making a hissing sound that seemed erotic, thrilling.

"Ohhh, my God!" Johnny had lifted the window, and in his excitement, leaned out in an effort to see his mother's cunt. He was gripping his cock as hard as he could, his eyes straining. He still couldn't see his mother's pussy, but the sun made her spurting piss glint like gold.

With a grunt, he spurted cum juice across the wall beneath the window. Then Peggy saw her son. A flush crept over her face, knowing he could see her cunt. But she couldn't stand. She was still pissing now that her orgasm was over. She stared right at him, unable to do anything. She just squatted and pissed, watching her son as he leaned out of the window and looked at her.

After what seemed like hours, Peggy finished. But her son was still leaning out and boldly looking at her.

She couldn't stand up because he would see her pants were down, see her cunt before she could pull them up. Yet he could see her cunt if she kept squatting, too. With a tremor, she stood. She gripped her jeans, but they slipped from her hands. With an embarrassed cry, she grabbed, but it was too late.

She knew her son had seen her, naked between her waist and knees. Finally grabbing her pants in a grip, she jerked them upward, her panties twisting and balling inside the crotch of her jeans. Johnny had seen. He saw the fan-shape of his mother's cunt hair and his cock had swollen into a powerful hardness once more. Peggy, getting her jeans fastened, turned her back to her son in shyness, pulling at the zipper.

Her panties weren't on right, and they were uncomfortable, but she wasn't going to slide her jeans down and adjust them with her son watching. Johnny stared at the shape of his mother's ass. Her jeans were very tight, and it was almost as if she had nothing on. Her ass cheeks were compact, round and firm, swelling in a tantalizing manner.

He began to rub his fist back and forth on his cock. Peggy, still feeling embarrassed, finished quickly with her gardening, and leaving the tools there, moved nervously toward the garage. She was sure she could feel her son's eyes following her, but she was afraid to look. In fact, Johnny was not watching his mother now. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, legs spread open, pumping his fist frantically up and down his cock. He had pulled the crotch of his shorts to one side, letting his young balls dangle out. They swung as he jacked off, his fist jerking furiously. Mouth was gaping and he was gasping, his eyes watching the swollen head of his cock.

Peggy washed up in the garage, still feeling slightly embarrassed about pissing in the garden with Johnny seeing. There was a shaking in her legs, and she couldn't understand the unusual heat between her thighs. Her panties seemed balled up in the crotch of her jeans, pressing almost into her pussy. She could feel her clit, swollen hard, pressing at the rough seam of her jeans. She noticed her hands shook as she washed them. The shirt she wore was tied beneath her tits, and now was loose, but she wasn't paying any attention to it.

She was seeing the expression on her son's face as he watched her taking a piss. She had not seen disgust there; she had seen blatant lust, excitement, desire. Suddenly she stood upright. She had come once before when she pissed. It had happened when she was still married. It happened on the side of a road when she and her husband were traveling, and he had seen her piss.

She had come then, but forgotten about it.

Slumping against the wall, she wondered what was happening to her. Her cunt was throbbing, her hairy cunt- lips painfully swollen, and her clit felt as if it was going to explode. The sensations were unbelievable. The feelings were fantastic, better than any feelings she ever experienced. The shirt beneath her tits came loose, and it hung open, her bra showing.

She started to put her hand on her cunt, and drew it away quickly, afraid she would come if she touched it, no matter how lightly. But she came anyway. Peggy came as in her mind she saw her son leaning out the window and watching her piss. The very mental image of him watching her piss caused her to come! Gathering strength, she left the garage and walked into the house.