"She was sorry that she had let him see the shame that was in her eyes. Now he had gotten something that he wanted. She concentrated, sucking deeply o... the turgid tool, trying to get everything else out of her mind but her and Bud."Ohhmmmnnn!" she moaned as Bud flicked her clitoris with the tip of his hot tongue, helping her to forget the depraved spectators standing around them.Betty took his cock deep, rubbing the fleshy tube with the flat of her tongue, tasting the delicious flavor of his. “Do it. Piss down my throat ... I’ll swallow it all, I promise you!” Mom assured me and I couldn’t stop myself from doing so.I whizzed down my own mother’s gullet, watching in utter shock as she gulped down every last fucking drop of my piss ... her son’s piss. She rose for a moment, ran to the john, turned on the faucet, and gargled loudly enough for all to hear. Then I heard brushing, of course, knowing that this meant that she brushed her teeth as well. Damn, Mom really thought this through. "What good is a security gate that isn't locked?" I muttered softly to myself.Pushing against one side I made enough room to slip between them and began jogging up the drive towards the house.'A security gate that isn't secure... small town cops that make early morning house calls... hotel clerks that don't realize a platoon of police have just raided one of their rooms... what's wrong with this picture?' the Darkness asked."Everything." I hissed, maintaining my pace.'No shit, Sherlock! Care to. “Yes I do.” I said. My Master had given me a golden shower before. It was one of my ‘hard limits’ I had said no to when He started to train me. One day I asked Master if it was His desire to do a Golden Shower on me. His eyes told me He wanted it even though He left it to my choice. I thought about it for a week, I picked up my phone while Master was at work and asked him for it. I wanted it from Him, Master urinating on me was not a thing of disgust it was Him making me His. His protection.