" I didn't say anything; I just let him continue to ramble. It was reassuring to hear that I wasn't the only one that was excited by the turn of event....After a few minutes of talking I told him that he had to leave. He protested but I told him that I was tired and had to come to grips with everything that happened. He dressed and I walked him to the door. I let him feel me up one last time, just like my brother, as we kissed goodnight.I walked back to the bedroom and lay down, thinking. My hand. That's so dirty. Are you sure she knew you were pissing." Hell yes, she knew. Piss is actually quite clean; it's sterile, in fact. In the old days, doctors used it to wash wounds on the battlefield. And yes, she knows I'm pissing. Honey, sometimes, I piss a long hard stream that makes her choke and sputter. She knows. Besides, we usually sit and drink coffee for hours at a time. I never go to the bathroom, though she has to go every ten minutes. She goes for both of us, and she knows it." God,. I wanted to enjoy the experience without starting off the night being upset. That would be brilliant.Mind you, sleeping with Dad wasn’t going to do anything about how horny I was feeling. It turns out some of that was because of Mum’s pills that she gave me but knowing that didn’t stop me feeling horny all the time. I’ve been spending most of my time for the last few weeks pretty much roiling inside that calm front I manage to somehow present to the world. I’ve gone through a fair few batteries. "Now you can see the view from the bottom," she had joked!Billy also smiled. Sliding under her bottom after he had slippedher panties down, he looked up at her winking anus. There was alsoa mirror arranged so his mother could supervise his training. "Mmmmm!" she grunted, 'I have to go now, Billy. Now its properetiquette for a toiletslave to loosen up his mistress. So lickand kiss and tongue my butthole for a bit!" (Groan) "Y-yes mother!" He leaned up, and reverently kissedher pouting.