I think this qualifies as a wet story. This is because it's about what a lot of people call water sports.


I remember the first time I heard the pee dribble out of my mother's pee hole and tinkle into the toilet bowl. I was 12 and impressionable. I recently discovered jerking off. I read one of my mother's dirty story magazines she thought I didn't know about and in it was a description of how guys jerked off. Sure I'd heard of guys doing it but I didn't really have much access to the internet and so I never really got to see or read how it was done. Once I read the article I figured it out and found it easy to do but the only thing I had to jerk off to was the impressions in my mind of my school mates in the 6th grade.

So hearing my mom's pee dribble that day was a turning point in my life. I could not get enough of it. I would stand next to the door to listen to her peeing while I jerked off. I so badly wanted to see the pee come out of her and even started to imagine her peeing on me.

I don't know how she figured it out but my Mom started dropping hints and making innuendos about pee. Pee seamed to pop up in a lot of our conversations and I wasn't the one doing it. Sure I was obsessed with the stuff but I hid my interest in shame.

Then one day a week or so after I first heard my mom pee, I was again walking past the bathroom door and heard the pee dribbling. I noticed the door was cracked open about three inches but the toilet was behind the door so Mom couldn't see me standing there. Suddenly the door yanked open and I was staring into my mothers angry disgusted face. But then I stole a glance downward and she was completely naked from the waist down. Her legs were spread wide. She made no effort to hide her self and I could easily see her pee dribble through her big black bush of pubic hair. I looked back up and she was even more pissed off at me. How dare I look at her naked body I imagined her saying silently to herself. Then she commanded me to get off my knees and come into the bathroom and shut the door. She demanded that I explain why I was spying on her while she was peeing. She maintained her widely spread legs and continued to pee. She continued to make no effort to hide herself. She also continued to interrogate me almost viciously about why I was spying on her while she was going to the bathroom. She wanted to know why I wanted to watch her pee so badly. Again while showing herself to me peeing. She accused me of being a dirty little pervert. She said only dirty little perverts liked to watch girls pee and only really dirty little perverts liked to look at their mother's naked pussy. Then she spread her legs even more and leaned back a little given me an even better view.

Mom ordered me to sit on the floor immediately in front of her. My face was less than a foot from her dripping pussy. The view was so good and so perfectly lit that I would carry that indelible image in my mind forever to jerk off to a million times in the future. She took hold of my face and directed it right between her legs. She ordered me to look straight ahead and sit at attention. And not move while she continued to scold me and berate me for trying to watch her pee. Meanwhile she ordered me to stop staring at her pussy which was done peeing but still dripping pee from her pubic bush. She scolded me again and again for staring but when I closed my eyes or tried to avert them she scolded me again for disobeying her order. I was damned if I did and I was damned if I didn't which only served to enhance my erection. Then she slowly stood up, ordered me not to look at her vagina and slowly stepped over me her pussy cumming within inches of my face. As she did three drops of pee landed on my face, one on my lower lip. I nearly came in my pants. I was as hard and erect as I had ever been. Then she ordered me to stand up at attention. I was very self conscious of my erection tenting out my underwear. She slapped my groin and asked me "what's this? You dirty little pervert! Did you just get an erection from watching Mommy pee?"

I did but I didn't dare confess that too her. She made me continue to stand at attention still making no attempt to hide her naked body from the waist down. Then she ordered me to sit on the side of the tub. She walked up to me and used her leg to spread my knees and stepped right up to me so her bush was a mere inch from my face. I could smell the fresh urine and the musk of her pussy. She grabbed my face again and ordered me to maintain sitting at attention straight ahead then berated me again for looking at her pussy. Again damned if I do or if I don't. She continued berating me for being a dirty little pervert. Her every word and the close up view of her pussy kept my little cock rock hard.

Then she stepped away and opened the bathroom closet. She pulled out a box and handed it to me. "Open the box" she told me. I did. Then she told me to remove one of the tampons and give her the box back. She put the box on the shelf and came back to me. She ordered me to unwrap the paper from it and hold it in her hand. Then she asked if I knew about periods. I had a vague idea but not direct knowledge. Mom then explained about periods. Any conversation about her vagina was going to get me hard if I wasn't already. I was already so it just made me even more hard. Her voice and demeanor was suddenly very gentle and kind. She kept explaining and then came to the part about what tampons were for. when she finished her explanation she went back to the closet and pulled a piece of paper out of the box. She handed it to me and told me to read the entire thing out loud. It was an explanation of how tampons worked and instructions on how insert one or remove one. She informed me that she anticipated her period that day and the next. then she said "follow the instructions on the box." With that she lifted her foot and put it on the tub next to my thigh touching it. Staring straight ahead as ordered I was looking right between her bush flanked pussy lips hanging right down. It looked like she had a little penis at the top. She casually pointed to it and said it was her cliterus. She then pointed out her inner and outer labia and her pee hole. That was the part I was most interested in. There was a little yellow drop of dew at the mouth of her pee hole. I wanted to reach out and touch it. I read the instructions out loud again and then followed them. She helped me by adding additional instructions that included holding her inner lips open to gain access to her vagina. I inserted the tampon using the applicator. Then pulled out the applicator. She then felt around to see that I did it correctly and then complimented me on doing it correctly on first try. She kept her leg up and leaned slightly forward until her pubic hair was again less than an inch from my face. Again I could smell her pee and musky pussy. Then she was done. She put her foot back on the floor and told me to run into her bedroom and retrieve a clean pair of panties. I did and came back with a white cotton pair with a faint brown stain in the front and a faint brown stain of a different shade in the back. She looked at them. I had correctly guessed which pair she wanted. She then had me hold the for her to step into and she told me to pull them up. It was impossible to do so following her precise instructions without brushing my fingers up her ass and the back of my knuckles against her pubic bush. I was sorry to see her pussy disappear from view.

That was it. Now Mom didn't normally walk around in her panties. In fact I never saw her in her panties before that so imagine the shock of seeing her pussy up close. That day she wore panties and a t-shirt with no bra for the rest of the day I normally wore undershorts and a t-shirt but then I was 12 years old and Mom's see their sons in their underwear all the time. At least they do when their sons are 12.

The rest of the day, other than mom wearing her underwear around the house, went like any other summer day. There was no school of course and I forgot to mention that my parents were divorced and I hadn't seen my Dad in a couple of years. He wrote us from time to time and sent gifts and always paid child support and alimony on time but that was the extent of the contact.

The next day, Mom woke me up. She announced that her period had come and she required my assistance. She marched me down the hall and into the bathroom. She told me that I knew what to do. I wasn't sure. I opened up the box and took out the tampon. She told me I forgot a step. She gently ordered me to pull down her panties. I was very eager to do that. Then she put a foot up on the tub like before. I could see the string hanging down and saw a hint of blood. I knew she had explained it but I was not prepared for the image in front of me. She told me to pull it out. I did so gingerly until it plopped out of her pussy and hung from my fingers by the string. It was soaked with brownish red dried blood. She handed me a napkin and told me to reach up in her and wipe around. I was not prepared for that. She said it was very important that a boy know how to change a tampon so I needed a lot of practice. I was not prepared for how hot the inside of her pussy would feel against the back of my hand as I wiped her. Then she had me insert a fresh tampon. I'd done that before. When I was done she inspected herself and congratulated me on doing it correctly.

She kept her leg up and spread and leaned forward so I could get a really good up close view of her pussy. Then she stepped down after a few minutes of me burning the image in my mind. Then she walked over to the toilet and sat down and commanded me to attend to her. I was ordered to sit on the floor in front of her. She told me to scoot forward until my chin was over the toilet seat. Then she told me to lean my chin on the toilet seat. Next she spread her legs the rest of the way and leaned back. She pulled her inner labia wide apart and let go and just sat their while I obeyed her order to sit at attention and stare straight ahead. I gazed right into the place where I entered the world from and in a moment she began to pee. Again like the day before she immediately started interrogating me about why I was staring at her pussy and why was I a dirty little pervert and why did I like looking at Mommy's pussy and on and on. My cock was painfully hard. I hadn't jerked off since the day before. She leaned the rest of the way back and arched her stream up until it splashed just a little bit on the toilet seat splattering my face with her pungent piss. Some landed on my lips. One drop got as far as my eye lid. Several drops landed on my chin and cheeks. I inhaled deeply and Mom asked if I liked the smell of Mommy's piss but her tone of voice was of disgust. I watched the fountain of piss flow for about a minute before it dribbled down to a few drops then stopped. After about a minute of waiting for drops to stop she told me to tear off a piece of toilet paper and dab her pee hole. She pointed out a few drops on her pubic hair that I missed. She didn't point out the drops of her pee on my face. Then she told me to get up and get her a fresh pair of panties. When I came back I helped her into her panties staring at her pussy as it disappeared in her panties again.

Then she told me to follow her back into my room and I did. She had her dirty panties in her hand. She ordered me to get on my bed. Then she told me to take my shorts off. After that she ordered me to lay down. She asked if I jerked off every day. I told her no. In fact I had only recently started to occasionally experiment with masturbation. She asked me "why not?" I didn't have an answer. She became gentle again in her demeanor. She then pointed out droplets of her piss still on my face. She sat down on the bed and wiped the drops off my face with her finger depositing each drop on my lower lip. She told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. I did. I could taste her piss on my lips. She told me to lick my lips clean. I could taste her piss even more. It wasn't much but piss has a strong taste, especially in the morning so a little went a long way. Then she took her dirty panties and using the crotch which was damp she wiped my face with it. When she was done she left the crotch right over my nose. Then she described the proper way for a boy to masturbate. With that she left my bedroom leaving the door wide open. She could see my bed from her bed in her bedroom. she got on her bed and just stared at me. Aware my mom was watching me from about 25 feet away but knowing I had her tacit approval to masturbate in front of her I did so. I jerked off like never before. I was by non means an expert but I could tell what felt good and it felt good. I closed my eyes and jerked off at an insane rate while imagining Mom pissing in my mouth and berating me for not drinking it fast enough. Just as I was about to cum I heard my mother's voice from three feet away booming "You dirty little pervert! Are you fantasizing about me pissing down your throat?" How could she know. I stopped jerking off but she scolded me "DID SAY YOU COULD STOP?" I continued to jerk off looking into her angry eyes as she berated and scolded me viciously. I came hard, the best orgasm ever though I had cum only a dozen times before. Still it was best. When I was done she stopped her angry tone and suddenly regained her gentle and loving demeanor. she produced one wet and dry towel that I had not noticed before. She proceeded to gently wipe me clean. She wiped the trail of cum drops all the way up my chest and off my face giggling when she found it on my forehead and eye lid. Then she dried me off with the dry towel. When she was done she told me that I should always keep a towel at my bed to clean up after masturbating. I was stunned. I was also embarrassed to have just jerked off in front of my mother who obviously was helping me along by talking me into an intense orgasm with her dirty talk.

I started to notice the pattern. She got really evil mean when she peed in front of me and then again while I jerked off but the rest of the tie she was really sweet. She walked away leaving me naked on the bed.

The rest of the day every time she had to piss it was the same thing. She had me sit there and she would splash my face with her stream then she would make me lie down naked on the bed and she would wipe her piss off my face and deposit it on my lips for me to lick clean. Each time she splashed me more and I had more of her piss on my lips so I got more of it in my mouth each time. That was always followed by her ordering me naked and she would stand there and viciously scold and berate me and interrogate me about me liking her piss and liking jerking off while she watched. But always the instant I was done cumming she became softly gentle and loving and lovingly cleaned me off and each time she complimented the force and extent of my sperm and giggled each time. Then it was back to normal until next time she had to pee and the cycle would start over again. This went on every day for about a week.

Then one day Mom woke me up and dragged me into the bathroom and ordered me to strip. Her period was over. So I knew I would not be changing her tampons again any time soon. I was perplexed. She ordered me to lie down in the tub face up. Then she stepped into the tub herself. She told me to reach up and pull off her panties. She took the panties and hung the on the towel rack. Then she squatted directly over my face. With her squatted over my mouth her pee hole less than an inch from my mouth and her pubic bush tickling my entire face and her musky odor wafting up my nostrils she said commanded me to open my mouth. Then she ordered me to reach up and open her inner labia and hold them open. I obeyed her order holding her wet soft warm lips apart. Immediately a stream of bitter salty piss gushed into my gaping mouth. I mouth was filled instantly. "SWALLOW!" She commanded. With the stream of urine gushing in my mouth and splashing directly onto my face she let loose a torrent of berating and scolding me more vicious than ever calling me a filthy dirty pervert. She demanded I explain why I enjoyed guzzling her piss. She kept up her barrage of verbal abuse as I tried as hard as I could to keep up with her stream but I could not. She pissed to fast. I could not keep ut and much of it overflowed down my cheeks and into my eyes burning them. Her first morning piss was far more intense than her last evening piss. Finally the stream was done and I swallowed the last of what was in my mouth. I thought my balls were going to explode I was so horny. I wanted desperately to jerk off but I knew the rules by now. I had to wait until Mom ordered me into the bedroom and jerk off. I'd jerked off as frequently as mom pissed which was about 5-7 times a day for a week so about 40 or so times thus far. but this time would be different.


Mom squatted down and pressed her pee hole right to my lips. "LICK!" she commanded. I stuck out my tongue and tasted my mother's pussy for the first tie. She corrected me and told me to only lick her pee hole. I obeyed and eagerly licked her clean. Then she had me suck her piss droplets out of her pubic bush. Having a mouth full of her bush was a huge turn on. I could not wait to jerk off in front of Mom. When she told me I was done she ordered me to go fetch her clean panties. I did. then I helped her into her panties and she ordered me to open my mouth. She pulled the dirty panties off the towel rack and told me to open my mouth. She put the panties on my head and positioned the damp crotch at my mouth and pushed then in my mouth and told me to suck on her panties. Then she marched me into my room.

I followed her into my room eager to jerk off in front of Mom yet again. But this time was different. She ordered me to put my dirty underwear and t-shirt back on. I had her piss all over my face and back of my neck and chest. It was starting to dry on me. When I was dressed she handed me a list of chores and informed me that I would not be permitted to jerk off ever again and that I had jerked off for the last time. She told me if I jerked off she would cut my balls off. She said it nicely but I got her point. Masturbation was forbidden. I did my chores and for the next three months the pattern remained the same. Every time she had to piss she made me lie down naked in the tub and she verbally abused me while pissing down my throat as fast as I could swallow. Then I licked her clean and put my dirty underwear back on and did a list of chores she handed me. I did my best to finish the list between serving as Mom's urinal. I was excruciatingly horny. After about three days I was insanely horny. I started to entertain thoughts of r*ping Mom. I was no match for her at twelve. She was twice my size towering over me by at least a foot. I was small for my age at only 4 feet six inches while she was easily 5 feet 7 inches or so. I think her tits along outweighed me. I knew all of this but yet I still started thinking about r*ping her.

On the third night I had my first wet dream. I remember it vividly in my dream she pissed so hard down my throat that I drowned in her piss as it filled my stomach and over flowed into my lungs and overflowed out of my mouth and nose. I woke up and sat up to see white fluid oozing slowly out of my piss hole. I dared not touch myself. Somehow my mother had figured out how to read my mind.


For the next three months it continued to be the same every day. By that point I was beyond insanely horny. I was devising in my mind all kinds of scenarios where I would convince my mom to let me jerk off. My balls weighed fifty thousand tons all of it sperm on the verge of a nuclear explosion. I was so far gone mentally that Mom decided to home school me that year.

Then one day Mom woke me up from yet another restless night of dreaming of drowning in her piss. I had some how found the self control needed to keep from cumming. I was confident that I hadn't even cum in a wet dream in well over two months. I hadn't jerked off for three whole months. Mom told me to follow her to the bathroom as usual. I followed the usual routine of stripping naked and laying down and opening my mouth and helping mom out of her panties and having her squat down over my mouth and she pissed as usual. I had trained myself to allow her piss to flow directly down my throat swallowing quickly. I got pretty good at it. I rarely spilled it any more. Mom helped me a bit with this by controlling her flow just a little bit. I developed a permanent thirst for mom's piss and no amount would ever satisfy that thirst. As usual I licked her clean and sucked the piss off her pubic hair. I did not have to be told not to clean myself off. I was permitted one shower at the end of each night and that was it. That was also the only time I was permitted fresh underwear. All summer and into the fall I was never once permitted any normal clothes. Underwear only but then mom only wore panties and t shirts except when she went out to run errands.

This time was different though and I didn't know it yet. Mom didn't tell me but she had other plans that day. I was about to get up but Mom ordered me to remain in the tub. In a moment a woman I never met walked into the bathroom full clothed. I was still laying naked in the tub. I was embarrassed. It's one thing for Mom to see me naked. Its another for a strange woman I never met to see me naked but I knew better than to cover my self. The woman removed her dress and hung it on a hook. Then she stepped into the tub and ordered me to remove her panties. Then she squatted down over my mouth and ordered me to open wide. I didn't have to be told, it was already wide open in anticipation. The strange woman commenced pissing a river of piss down my throat. Mom's flow was nothing compared to this woman's. She gushed forth a torrent that felt like it was going to drown me. It was all I could do to keep from cumming even without touching myself. I drank down the last swallow of her piss which was far stronger and much more bitter than Mom's piss. Then I licked her clean. She was meaner than my mom too. Mom berated me. This woman verbally crucified me. Her voice was so full of wrath and vile hatred that I positively tingled in excitement. My whole body tingled the way it felt at the height of orgasm but without actually cumming. I think I was in love with her. I helped her back into her panties and she stepped back out of the tub giving me a disgusted look.