I gently stroked her hair till I noticed she had lost control of her bladder and was peeing all over herself and me, I expected to be grossed out but ... realized that it was kind of turning me on and that was making my dick hard again, so I made no effort to readjust out of her gentle and warm stream of urine running over both of our legs.She gently stirred and asked'"did you already go is this your pee, oh my God are you hard again I don't think I could do that again?" No you lost control of. ”“And the red?” she asked, handing him a second glass of pale, burnished wine with a faded outer rim.“Well, if it’s another Brouilly, it’s definitely not the same bottling. It’s pretty old, and...” After a few minutes of brow-furrowing analysis, he held out his glass for another taste. “Assuming this came from your cellar, and not from some secret fool-the-sommelier stash, there’s only one thing it can be, and so my guess amounts to cheating: 1998 Chamonard Morgon Le Clos de Lys.”“Cheating or. I savoured his last spurts on my tongue, passing the milky liquid all round my teeth and gums to get the fullest flavour, showing him hi spunk on my tongue befor finally consigning it to my stomach and its ultimate digestion inside me. You've got a hell of a lot of spunk Steve," I whispered in his ear. I had hoped he'd do something to subdue the fire now burning in my birth canal, but already he was sprawled out on the bed, his dick once more dribbling the remains of a. He decided to take his mother from his weakling father.If you had asked her, Patricia couldn't say when the flirtation started, or who initiated it. To her it was the kind of thing that just was, and had been as long as either could remember. Eddie always seemed comfortable teasing his mother in ways that should have been far beyond his years. Long hugs, lingering kisses, and wandering hands seemed to be part of the familiar nature of their relationship.The fact that they were mother and son.