It was a feeling hard to explain. Mother by now was wriggling with excitement as my water flooded her, swelling her belly, filling her like some massi...e balloon, dribbles leaking down past my shaft, hot on my undersize balls, warm, burning piss, dribbling from inside this fantastic woman, my mother, my lover. We kissed, and still my bladder ran, would it never stop, god I desperately hoped not, her lips on mine, hot, passionate this was beyond all my previous feelings, and belive me they had. "Yeah, a lot more than I figured on when I told them I'd help." Well, go take a shower. I'll have dinner on 'bout when y'all get finished. Y'all will be here this evening, won't you?"The question caught the young man a little bit at a loss. He wasn't used to being asked what he planned to do. It swelled his pride, made him feel more the adult."Yeah, I'll stay home tonight. I'll call Debbie and explain." Good. I'm pleased. Dinner in 'bout an hour," she called. Her smile at things working out her. I note that you have used #00 buckshot in the shells; that is quite satisfactory. Please use the same for the other shells. How much additional do I owe you for the shotgun and do you want me to pay you now for the additional shells?" No, Mr. Bromly, you have paid quite enough for that weapon, and you can pay me for the additional shells when you pick them up in two weeks."Stan left with a handshake and went to a leather worker for a belt to carry his extra shells. The leather worker suggested. Drying off I followed only to find it was her bedroom “here let me get this off you” undoing my shirt. Then she realised what she was doing as she stopped, “don’t stop I said dropping he towel and running my fingers through her wet hair, “your other half” she said in a soft whisper, “not a problem” I replied back as I slowly bent down to kiss her neck as she turned toward me and our lips met in a long tender kiss. Breaking slightly her eyes met mine, there was no need to say anything as our.