Peeing Mom

She reached up and hugged the back of my neck, looking at me with loving eyes. "Just... kiss Mommy first." With that, she slowly moved closer, offering her fragrant lips, her tongue entering my mouth.

Okay, use the mouth that just held my penis to kiss me.

Her soft lips radiated an unusual warmth. I glanced at the figures on the playground below, not flinching, and placed my hands on either side of her hourglass-shaped waist, slowly stroking her smooth skin upwards until I touched her two plump breasts.

My penis pressed against her soft abdomen. I took a small step forward, cupping her breasts in my hands, then slowly moved down to her waist, continuing towards her back, gently climbing her two plump, round buttocks.

The sensation of rubbing her buttocks through her long skirt wasn't satisfying enough, so I slowly pulled the skirt up little by little until it reached her waist. Then, I clasped my hands together, my outstretched fingers pressing against her smooth, plump buttocks and kneading them vigorously, while kissing her passionately, making her moan and whimper, my penis growing ever larger.

Just looking at her body, she was a perfect woman. My excitement grew, so I released her lips, stuck out my buttocks, took a step back, pressed my penis down with one hand, and leaned forward, inserting it into the mysterious triangle between her thighs.

She cooperated with me until this point, but when I prepared to thrust into her vagina, she put down her feet, stood on her tiptoes, and simultaneously squeezed her hips together, preventing me from inserting my penis into her vagina.

"Hmm?" I stood on tiptoe, letting the base of my penis press against her warm vulva, and gently twitched my buttocks twice in confusion.

She lifted her flushed cheeks, her lips slightly parted in a soft, sweet breath, her beautiful eyes shimmering with a slightly tipsy expression. "Kiss me more...like how we used to kiss when we were little." Oh. It seems she still wants me to kiss her first.

But what does "like how we used to kiss" mean?

"One! Two! One, two, three—four!"

"One, two, three—four!"

The lively rhythm of the morning exercises kept filling my ears. I vaguely remembered that she really loved to kiss me when I was very, very young, though it seems my father sometimes kissed me too.

I smiled silently, thinking that she hadn't kissed me since I was almost graduating from kindergarten. Gradually, I had forgotten the doting expression on her face back then. At first glance, it seems quite similar to her current expression.

I tilted my head, my hand gently caressing her silky smooth buttocks, and brought my lips close to hers, lightly touching her flower-like soft lips. I whispered, "Like this?" "Yes!" She nodded emphatically, a look of nostalgia on her face, and smiled again.

I understood. Childhood kisses didn't use the tongue; she meant I should be as gentle as possible. I wrapped my arms around her shapely buttocks, my movements gentle, and lowered my head to kiss her again, like a gentle breeze brushing a railing, a dragonfly skimming the water, while slowly swaying my body, letting my penis gently rub against her soft, moist opening.

"Mmm...ah..." After a few moments of gentle kissing, she suddenly hugged me tightly, letting out a soft moan as if in a dream, "Fanfan...ah...I'm sorry, Mommy is sorry, but Mommy loves you, really loves you...mmm." As she said this, a large gush of vaginal fluid gushed from her opening, completely enveloping my penis.

I suddenly realized that she might be telling the truth...because people can lie, but the body doesn't.

The entrance to her vagina continued to leak a thick, sweet fluid, lubricating my penis and making soft, squelching sounds. This happened so suddenly that I pulled my lips away, furrowed my brow, and stared at her flushed face.

This woman was strange. She seemed to still love me, but what if this detail was also a deliberate act?

...If so, then she was truly terrifying.

In any case, from now on, I must observe her words and actions, and always maintain a skeptical attitude. Even seemingly undeniable "facts" shouldn't be taken

at face value. They love to play with me, and I've been fooled many times. Those painful experiences have made me impervious to reason, but I won't lower my guard just because of that. However, putting myself in her shoes, even if she's still lying to me, I should still fall for it. The problem is, how do I show that I've truly fallen for it, instead of making it obvious that I'm faking it?

I suspect them, and they certainly suspect me too.

"Fan, Fanfan?" She slowly opened her eyes, filled with tender tears, her lips slightly parted, constantly spraying warm, fragrant breath onto my face.

I pondered for a moment, then fixed my gaze on her without batting an eye, a smile playing on my lips. "It seems Mom really loves me." "How could Mom not love you?" she replied tenderly.

I spread my plump buttocks apart, adopting a haughty, smirking expression, and teased, "Since Mom loves me, would you be willing to leave Yan Bin and love only me?" Her gaze sharpened, she paused for a moment, then leaned down against my chest and whispered, "If Binbin agrees, Mom will leave him." "Oh..." I smiled and asked again, "So that means, as long as he doesn't let go, you won't leave him?" She looked up, frowning. "Fanfan, our family owes him so much. We're the ones who caused him to lose his parents. We..." "It's my responsibility to take care of him." "If anyone's at fault, it's Dad's. What responsibility do you and I have? We're victims too." She argued earnestly with me, "But Binbin protected Mom, and he also protected Fanfan and our family. If it weren't for Binbin, none of us would be doing well!" "Mom, I'm not doing well at all." I smiled. "I think you just can't bear to part with him. You seemed quite happy when you lied to me before." "No..." She gripped the back of my shirt tightly with both hands, denying it several times, her eyes welling up with tears, and she fell silent.

I suppressed my mischievous grin, gently stroking her plump buttocks with both hands, and said softly, "Mom, don't be sad. You are my mother, and I can never repay the kindness of giving birth to me and raising me. So I won't hold those past grievances against you anymore, and I will be filial to you from now on. I just want to know..." I paused, then put on a righteous expression and spoke seriously, "I hope Mom can answer me honestly: will you do bad things in the future? Will you hurt innocent people?" "No!" Xiao Jingyuan answered resolutely, "Mom swears to God that everything Mom has done is for you, and I will never harm you!" "Mom promises she will never hurt Fangfang, and neither will Binbin!" I tried to blend hesitation and earnestness on my face as I slowly answered, "I... your son believes you. I hope Mom won't make me..." I deliberately held back the last word, "disappointed," and kissed her cheek, smiling broadly, "I won't mention those words again, and I won't make you angry anymore. I swear to God I will dedicate the rest of my life to you, to make you happy." "Fanfan, you really... really won't hate Mom anymore?" Her eyes flickered slightly as she looked at me with a face full of doubt.

"Of course not. Ever since I learned about Bai Rong, I've understood Mom." Without giving her a chance to speak, I immediately hugged her gently and spoke softly again, "Mom, I've already gone through this, so I can't blame you.

As long as you can live with a clear conscience, and don't do bad things or harm others, your son will always be there for you. If you like someone else, your son will support you." I truly believed this. Her infidelity was her infidelity, but my incestuous relationship with my mother was an unforgivable crime. For the rest of my life, I only sought to live with a clear conscience. If she truly wouldn't do evil, I would treat her well, at least outwardly treating her as my mother.

It didn't matter what she did to me; she was her son, so I deserved it. I considered it a debt I owed her and deserved to suffer those punishments. But if she dared to do evil again and harm others, I would definitely be the one to uphold justice and even betray my own family.

"Fanfan…" she suddenly cried out.

I stared at the streaks of tears streaming down her cheeks and said softly, "Mom, why are you crying again?" She hugged me tightly, her lips pressing against my face, sucking deeply into my mouth with a soft "pop." Then she licked my face haphazardly with her tongue. "Mom is so, so happy... I was so worried that Fanfan would hold a grudge against Mom for the rest of his life..." Seeing her so emotional, I continued to play along, saying sweet nothings. "I'm your flesh and blood, I belong to you, how could I hate you? Besides, Mom didn't really want to hurt me, of course I still love you as much as before. Mom, don't be sad, your son is born to serve you like a slave, even if you asked me to be your dog, I would do it." She continued... She continued kissing my cheek passionately, "No! Mommy is Fanfan's bitch! Fanfan, Daddy!" I gently held her, "Don't be like this, didn't he say he'd make me listen to you and make you happy?" She withdrew her lips, her small fist gently pounding my chest, "Binbin only told you to listen to Mommy for now, he didn't say you'd be Mommy's little dog, don't say things like that again!" I gently stroked the hair behind her head and smiled, "Okay, okay, I won't mention it." "Really?" "Really."

Her face flushed with happiness, and she gently said, her two rosy nipples puffing out, "Fanfan, about what you just said... Mommy thinks, if you try... maybe, Binbin won't care about Mommy anymore." Try? Try what? Try to get Bai Rong or get women for him? I didn't ask directly, lest I seem too scheming, besides, what I heard was too unreliable, it's more accurate to judge for myself.

However, I felt very comfortable using this method of feigning genuine emotion, so I pressed on, gently stroking her large buttocks with both hands and continuing to flatter her, "Mom, I will definitely try my best. Now tell me, what can your son do to make you happy?" "..." Xiao Jingyuan slowly raised her head, her face showing a conflicted yet expectant expression for a moment, then suddenly lowered her head, hesitant to speak.

I lowered my head and kissed her forehead, "What's wrong? Just say what you want. Your son will agree to anything you say now." "No, nothing," she said softly and shyly.

"Don't do that." I pulled one hand away and gently played with her slightly swollen, red nipple. "Hurry up and tell me, or Yan Bin will probably blame me for being disobedient." "Then, then... Mom wants..." She twisted her plump hips, her expectant look growing stronger, then suddenly lowered her head. "Or... no." I lowered my head and gave her a quick kiss on the lips, grinning. "Just tell me already! I'll give you anything you want!" She raised her large, clear eyes, gazing at me with tender eyes. "Really... anything? Fanfan, you really won't mind?" "Yes, I don't mind! But you have to say it first."

She lowered her head, hiding her gaze, and smiled slightly, twisting her body shyly. "It's just... there's something Mom has wanted to try all these years... but, but I've always been too embarrassed to mention it to Binbin..." "Hmm." I nodded, slightly curious about what she wanted to do, and encouraged her to continue.

"It's okay if Fanfan doesn't want to, Mommy was just saying..." Her voice trailed off, her face growing redder.

"What did you say? Sigh, just say it!" I urged her, inwardly cursing her for all the lewd things she'd done over the years, even catching other people's urine on her face, so why was she being so coy now?

But seeing how she swayed her hips and wiggled her breasts, it didn't seem like she was faking it; it was genuine coyness.

"It's just... Mommy wants to, wants to..." She suddenly took a step to the side, lifting the hem of her skirt, and squatted down, "Mommy needs to pee, I want to pee first." She looked up at me, blushed, sighed, and gently shook her head.

She lowered her head again, looking between her legs, and then a clear liquid slowly trickled from between her thighs.

"You weren't finished talking, why did you suddenly start peeing?" I asked with a smile.

Seeing the urine flowing on the floor, I instinctively looked away, secretly chuckling to myself. She had taught me from a young age not to peek at girls urinating, or I'd get a sty.

"Fanfan, Fanfan… Mommy, I want…" Her voice was soft, but I still caught the last part, "…I want you to lick it." I froze, glancing down at the wet floor, my brow furrowing instantly.

Her face paled with shame. She didn't speak again, reaching into her pocket for tissues, and began wiping her genitals.

I remember her as a very clean person, especially the bathroom. Whether it was the old house or our current home, it had always been spotless and pristine as far back as I can remember. Influenced by her, I also developed a love of cleanliness. I never urinated outside the designated area; if even a single drop fell on the floor, I would agonize over it for a long time, meticulously cleaning it with a mop before leaving.

Yet this very clean woman could make Yan Bin urinate on her face, including using her anus as a sex toy for me this morning. I have to say, she's changed a lot, a complete transformation from the inside out.

Now, she wants to urinate on my face.

I don't mind licking her butt, but that psychological barrier still makes me feel uncomfortable.

"You want to urinate on my face?" I asked to confirm.

"No, Mom was just kidding." Seeing the resistance on my face, her tone returned to calm as she lowered her head and continued wiping her genitals diligently.

After a short while, she laughed self-deprecatingly, "Mom doesn't know why, but I'm thinking about these things. It's so strange." I could still hear the longing in her voice. Damn it.

I quickly made up my mind. Now that things have come to this, I'll just go all out to please her, even if it's just to repay her for raising me!

"Then urinate," I said slowly, forcing a stiff smile.

She looked up at me in astonishment, then froze, as if she couldn't believe her ears.

I calmed myself down, smiled faintly, and stared at her vulva, asking, "But I want to know, Mom, is your vulva clean?" "I...I washed it!" The surprise in her eyes vanished instantly, replaced by an intensely excited light. "Fanfan, are you really willing?" I sighed and smiled. "As long as you're clean, I'll grant your wish. Is there really no semen or anything left inside?" "Mom hasn't done it with Binbin! It's clean, really clean! But Fanfan, this kind of thing!" Xiao Jingyuan said halfway through, her eyes welling up with tears, her voice trembling, "Fanfan, this kind of thing, this kind of thing..." "Consider it your way of repaying your kindness in raising me." I smiled and walked to her side, lying down on a clean patch of ground. Turning back, I said, "Mom, come quickly, the morning exercises are almost over." "Thank you, thank you, Fanfan!" She looked at me with immense gratitude, her large white breasts heaving as large tears streamed down her face.

"I'm sorry, I'm such a perverted mother, I'm so sorry!" Her smile was unusually bright, her excitement overflowing. She stood up, covering her genitals with both hands, walked to my side, and straddled my waist.

"Who told me to be your son?" I looked at her, a helpless smile on my face.

She bit her trembling lips, her eyes bulging with tears, and moved forward, releasing her hands to lower her vulva directly above my nose. Two curved labia were right in front of me. I gently sniffed them; there was no urine smell as I had imagined, only a faint fragrance of shower gel.

It was the first time I had observed a vulva up close from this angle, and I had to admit, it was beautiful. The two labia were a beautiful pinkish-red, shaped like plump dough balls. As I looked, I even enjoyed the sight before me. After all, the pink labia were not only a woman's most private place, but also the place where I was born. It was hard to imagine that I, a grown man, came from such a narrow crevice.

Xiao Jingyuan sat even lower, gently holding my head with both hands, and said in a trembling voice, "Fanfan, Mommy, it's starting..." "Mmm." I slowly stuck out my tongue, stroked a few pubic hairs, and gently touched my clitoris.

"Ahhh...ahhhh..." Her vulva immediately trembled like her voice, "I peed, I peed on my son's face!" Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.

A few drops of warm liquid gushed from the small opening below her clitoris and dripped onto my face.

I quickly withdrew my tongue, and a few seconds later, more urine gushed from her pink vulva. I closed my eyes and lips, held my breath, and used my face to receive the warm urine, which felt like washing my face. Her moans grew louder, and with another loud "Ah—!" she actually sat down on my mouth.

"Ugh!" I was startled and opened my eyes. Fortunately, she only urinated a little and then stopped. She was still straddling my mouth, her hands stroking my head and frantically twisting and rubbing her thick labia.

"Ah, ah... Fanfan... Fanfan is so good!!!"

Seeing her excited state, I continued to lie still, letting her vent her desires. However, I inevitably tasted a little urine in my mouth, but it was okay, just a faint salty taste, not too fishy or foul.

In contrast, her labia were full and plump. My lips pressed tightly against them, like caressing two pieces of clam meat with the texture of porcelain bowls—delicate, warm, soft, and smooth. A few pubic hairs occasionally brushed against the bridge of my nose; the slightly rough texture was like cotton balls clumping together on fabric soaked in warm water.

I closed my eyes and lay quietly, carefully feeling every detail of her lips. Even with my eyes closed, I could clearly picture the changing shape of her labia. Her intense shaking continued. I gradually got used to this feeling of being raped. I thought to myself, since things have come to this, I might as well go all the way and make her feel even better.

"Ah! Fanfan! Ah! Ah…!"

She moaned incessantly. I stuck out my tongue, pressing it against the crevice of her flesh, slowly probing inwards along the curved arc of her vulva. The opening gradually widened, and I knew that was the entrance to her honeypot. I pushed my tongue forward with all my might, and her vulva trembled slightly, immediately contracting and clamping my tongue tip. A faint salty taste immediately entered my taste buds. My heart skipped a beat, and I immediately withdrew my tongue from my mouth.

After tasting it slightly, I calmed down and realized that what I was tasting was not urine, but the lustful fluid secreted from her vagina.

I stuck out my tongue again, and she arched her back, raising her buttocks, her two large breasts trembling as she brought her vulva to my mouth, continuing to shake and grind passionately.

"Ugh, ugh… ugh, ugh… ugh…"

I licked earnestly as well. Before long, her body suddenly began to convulse, her vaginal canal contracted sharply, and then a gush of love fluid shot out, splashing onto my nose like a tap being turned on.

*Swish, swish, swish—!

* "Ugh—!!!"

Amidst her intense moans, several streams of love juice gushed out. The force of her orgasm was so great that I had to turn my head to avoid it, but my entire face and most of my hair were still completely soaked.

"Ah...ah..." Only when her body went limp was I finally able to breathe, opening my completely wet eyelids and gasping for air.

Looking up, I saw her lying on the ground, panting. Our eyes met, and she immediately struggled to get up, took out a wet wipe from her pocket, and gently wiped my face.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" she said, her eyes filled with tears and a smile, repeatedly apologizing to me.

I chuckled softly, "It's okay...it's okay. Mom, are you feeling better?" "Comfortable! So comfortable!" Her fingers, which were holding the wet wipe, suddenly stopped. Her eyes welled up with tears again as she looked at me with teary eyes. Suddenly, she leaned close to my face and pressed her red lips to mine, shaking her head vigorously, as if trying to use her soft lips instead of a tissue to wipe my mouth and cheeks clean.

"Ugh! Forgive Mom...Ugh! Ugh! Mom won't do this again! Ugh...Ugh!" "Hmm...As long as you're happy, your son will be fine. You can tell your son again if you want." "Sizzle—!" She kissed my cheek hard, leaning over the ground and shaking her head vigorously. "I won't, I absolutely won't! Thank you, Fanfan! Mom is very satisfied!" Looking at her misty, tearful eyes, I felt a little gratified. This way, I could repay a little of her kindness in giving me life.

"Mom will! I will definitely make Fanfan happy!" She paused for two or three seconds, as if making a decision, then lowered her head again and kissed me on the lips.

"Ugh... I'll make Mom happy too... Mom, don't kiss me anymore, let me go wash up..." I gently pushed her away, curled up my abs, and stood up.

She closed her eyes tightly, squeezing out two lines of hot tears, her warm jade hands cupping my cheeks tightly, and said with a trembling voice, "Fanfan! If you want Mom to die, Mom will die for you!" "..." Her sincere gaze touched me instantly, and my penis throbbed.

Before, I had half-jokingly asked her if she would be willing to die for me, and she hadn't spoken. Now, hearing this belated answer... I looked down and saw my glans erect, a drop of precum seeping from the urethral opening, perfectly revealing my state of mind.

She nodded and looked down, her excited gaze softening instantly. Her delicate hands relaxed, she bent her knees, and with a slight pout, gently kissed the tip of my penis.

The next moment, her eyes slowly lowered, and she tenderly sucked the fluid flowing from my urethra into her mouth.

"Perhaps... you should wash up first." I smiled slightly, using my engorged glans to tease her lips, and bent down to help her up from the ground.

*Clang...Sizzle—!

* [The End]

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