I was so engrossed with my thoughts of lust for my mother that I had failed to notice when the door opened or when my mother began peeping into the ba...hroom. When I finally felt something amiss, I opened my eyes to see my mother standing outside the bathroom, leering at me while I satisfied my lust!In my hurry, I must have forgotten to latch the door properly.I turned away in shame suddenly but kept my eyes on her face. Mom took looked away. She was blushing beet red.“Sorry.. you, you forgot. . "It takes a girl a while to get ready!" I only got tonight baby! You like to dress up don't you sissy? To getall smooth and feel the stockings on your leg, to feel the lace of thepanties snuggles against your smooth little clitty..."My little cock was so hard, I felt almost high as I typed back, "Thatfeels soo good..." Give in to your desire sissy, dress up for me, let me guide you, deep inyour sissy heart, what do you want to wear?" he said"There is this pink satin maids dress..." I. In disbelief, I moved my mouth out of the way of her shooting jets of piss, but it was too late. I already had a mouthful. I was about to spit it out in disgust, but then the taste hit me. Salty, a bit bitter, it was actually enjoyable. I swished it around and swallowed it, smiling. Jen's orgasm wore off, and she stopped pissing. "…Sam? Sorry…" There's nothing to be sorry about," I said sexily. Apart from the good taste, there was something dirty about it that really turned me on, some kind of. "The only thing I know about making a movie is that you hire a good director and then it's his show."He seemed to perk up when I said that. "Just let me know if you have any questions." He reached out his hand and we shook. He then walked away."How do you do that?" Michael asked."Do what?" That guy is one of the most temperamental directors in Hollywood. He never likes anyone. I have never seen him initiate a handshake before." I guess he is used to producers interfering with his artistic.