The top of my head felt like it was coming off when the nurse slowly worked the head of the hatpin out of my piss slit. That was nothing compared to t...e feeling when I started pissing up a storm into the bedpan. It felt as if I was peeing fire that ran from the tip of my cock all the way down to its base. I was hurting big time, so bad that I was shedding tears that made the old nurse grin with satisfaction that I was getting mine, but good. All I could focus on was pissing and trying to. I glanced up her body, noticing though that her eyes were still closed, her lips were slightly parted in a way that I knew he was getting the desired effect. Soon his hands moved up even more until ever so lightly his fingertips found her pussy.She gasped as he lightly flicked her pink lips, obviously engorged and excited from all the attention. He placed his hand over her mound and easily slid a finger between her lips. She parted her legs a little more now, her feet now swinging on either. ," Mitch mumbled, unsure of how to respond."Now seriously, baby, how many times a day do you jack off?"Mitch was surprised by his mother's blatant question, and even after what they'd just been through, he felt himself blushing. Once again, he figured honesty was the best way to go. "Uh, usually five or six—sometimes more." Mmm, that's perfect," his mother said, a wicked little smile on her face. "And would you like Mommy to help you get rid of all those loads from now on?" Oh god, yes!" Mitch. Joan might have slept out of exhaustion, and an inherent sense of self-preservation, knowing what rigors were in store for her after we were both rested.For hours and hours I knew nothing at all, and then Joan jerked in her sleep which reminded me that there was a sexy, desirable and very naked woman beside in my great-big bed.We’d slept soundly until our bodies recovered from their work.And then she woke up and we had sex.Wake up sex is often better than make up sex. I’ve had both, so I know.