I was working very hard for the last few weeks, and with all of the increased workload, I just forgot Mommy’s birthday. I had not gotten her a gift, flowers, nothing. I had just forgotten, plain and simple. Mommy, for her part, said nothing to me. When I came home from work later than usual, Mommy was sitting at the kitchen table drinking wine with her “friend” Lisa. I hadn’t seen Lisa in over 20 years, and I wasn’t happy about seeing her. She was Mommy’s “special friend” after her divorce, from many years ago.

After Mommy divorced my father, she had a lesbian affair with Lisa. Lisa had a hold on Mommy that was not good. Lisa used my mother for sex and money. Lisa was a bit abusive to my mother, so I was happy to see her go. But here she was, in our kitchen drinking with Mommy, having brought her flowers and a gift.

Let me try to explain my mother’s, for lack of a better word, obsession with Lisa. From what I have been able to piece together over the years (Mommy rarely talks about her and usually changes the subject quickly when I bring her up. But whenever I mention Lisa during sex, Mommy gets very “worked up,” as in her pussy gets very wet, and Mommy always pees on me when I mention her. But other times, Mommy gets upset, and it ruins our Mommy and Sonny sexy time, so I tread lightly on the issue.

Lisa is a short, big-breasted redhead who has a strange sexyness about her. She is used to being in charge and in control. She, in my opinion, used my mother as a bit of a sex slave. Mommy is reluctant to talk about it, hence my surprise. She jumped up to give me a hug. As she did, I would have sworn I felt her hand on my ass. As Lisa turned to sit back down at the table, I asked, “What brings you here, Lisa?”

“Well, I am in town on business and I remembered it was your Mom’s birthday Monday...” She kept speaking but I wasn’t hearing. I thought, “Oh fuck!!!!! I forgot Mommy’s birthday!!!!!! No wonder Mommy has been very short with me. I looked at Mommy to gauge her feelings and she wasn’t looking at me. After my thoughts slowed down, I could hear Lisa still talking about herself. Lisa looked at me quickly, changing the subject, and asked, “Is it true that she pees on you like I used to do to her?” Lisa’s thumb was cocked in Mommy’s direction. I am sure I turned beet red and I looked at Mommy again. This time, she was not looking on purpose. Lisa broke the silence by saying, “You know your Mom tells me everything. I told her I didn’t believe her, but she said you two would show me. Is that true? Do you drink your Mother’s pee? Are you going to put on a show for me?” I was flabbergasted and was trying to hide my shame. “I don’t think that anything her and I do or don’t do is any of your business.” I said sternly. “You know your Mom can’t say no to me, especially after good wine.” I was glaring at my mother! She finally gave me a shoulder shrug that said, “When in Rome... “ Your Mommy told me everything, little boy. She told me that she pees on you, in your mouth, you eat her asshole, you lick your cum from your Mother’s cunt, you lick her after she hasn’t showered for days, you are a naughty, naughty boy. She calls me boy like my Mother does despite that I’m in my 50s. “Yes, I love to make Mommy feel better. She enjoys it as much as I do.” I said. “So I heard.” she said smiling. “I’ll wager she has to pee now.” I poured myself a strong drink hoping she would just leave, but I had an idea how this evening would end. With me covered in piss!