Sudden Urge by the Pondside
Fishing by the pond has been underway for over an hour.
Li Jianguo sits diagonally ahead, his rod utterly still, the bobber pinned to the water's surface like a nail.
He's long lost any interest in fishing—every faint gasp from behind, rustle of fabric, his mother's stifled moan shoots into his ears like an electric current, leaving his groin throbbing dully yet frustratingly limp.
He pretends to focus, but his ears strain high.
Lin Xiulan suddenly shifts her legs, her voice soft but laced with embarrassed urgency: "Ranran... Mom... Mom really needs to pee..."
Her cheeks flush red, thighs clenching instinctively.
The earlier stolen tryst left her soaked down there, but now her bladder suddenly rebels.
Though secluded by the pond, it's still outdoors, reeds offering cover but no true privacy.
Li Ran's eyes light up. He whispers hotly in her ear: "Mom... hold it just a bit. Son will help you."
Lin Xiulan's heart races. She glances at her husband's back. Li Jianguo doesn't turn, but his grip tightens on the rod—he heard.
Li Ran helps his mother to her feet, pretending they're heading behind the reeds to "relieve themselves." He wraps an arm around her waist, guiding her around a taller cluster of reeds about ten meters from his father—close enough to hear, too obscured to see.
The reeds rustle, blocking most of the view.
Lin Xiulan leans back against a thick willow trunk, her skirt hiked to her waist by her son, panties tugged down to her knees.
Her legs part slightly, hands gripping his shoulders, voice trembling: "Ranran... Mom... Mom can't hold it anymore..."
Li Ran steadies her waist with one hand, cups her thigh root with the other. He leans in close, nose nearly brushing her slick labia, commanding lowly: "Dear Mom... pee. Son's catching it..."
Lin Xiulan bites her lower lip as shame and thrill flood her.
She relaxes, and a warm stream of urine gushes out—first a thin trickle, then a forceful jet slamming into her son's palm, trickling down his fingers to splatter on the grass with a faint hiss.
Li Ran doesn't flinch. He spreads his palm wide, catching it like rain.
The urine is warm, carrying a faint musky tang as it soaks his hand and drips along his wrist.
He murmurs in awe: "So much... Mom must've been bursting... pees so lewdly... son loves it..."
Lin Xiulan's legs tremble, urine still flowing as her son uses his fingers to spread her labia, directing the jet straight onto his palm.
She whimpers low: "Ranran... don't... don't do that... Mom's... peeing right on your hand... it's so dirty..."
"Dirty's the best part." Li Ran's voice grows husky. He slides his urine-drenched fingers upward along her ass cleft, finding the tight little pucker. "Mom's asshole... time to train it for your own flesh-and-blood son."
Lin Xiulan shudders all over, urine dribbling in fits and starts, but she feels her son's wet finger circling the virgin entrance.
Urine trickles down the cleft, slicking the untouched spot.
Li Ran presses the pad of his middle finger gently, sensing the tight resistance.
He coos low: "Mom... relax... son's finger's coated in your pee... it'll slide in slow... your asshole needs to learn how to eat..."
Lin Xiulan pants, her ass instinctively pulling back, but his other hand clamps her waist, holding her still.
Her voice cracks with a sob-like thrill: "Ranran... Mom's asshole... never been... touched by anyone... not even your dad..."
"Then son gets to break it in." Li Ran thrusts firmly, the first knuckle sinking into the vise-tight ring. Lin Xiulan gasps sharply, body pitching forward as the last drops sprinkle his hand.
"Ah... it hurts... Ranran... go slow..."
Li Ran doesn't pause. His piss-slick finger advances steadily—second knuckle, third... until it's buried to the hilt.
Inside is scorching hot, intestinal walls clamping like a fist, resisting yet devouring greedily.
He starts gentle thrusts while his other hand snakes forward to her clit, rubbing fast and hard.
"Mom... front and back together... your post-pee slut hole and asshole... all for son to play with..."
Lin Xiulan cries out—not in pain, but from the shattering blend of shame and ecstasy.
Her hips begin rocking instinctively, matching his finger's rhythm.
Piss-lubed, the thrusts grow smoother, accompanied by faint wet squelches.
Up front, Li Jianguo hears his wife's sobbing gasps, his son's husky commands, the slick sounds of penetration.
He doesn't turn.
He just slips a hand into his pants, grasping the limp-yet-swelling thing, stroking slowly.
Lin Xiulan climaxes.
Both holes invaded by her son's fingers, the triple assault of emptied bladder, orgasmic rush, and utter humiliation undoes her.
She arches violently, pussy convulsing as a gush of clear squirt sprays his arm.
Her rear spasms too, clenching his finger vise-tight.
"Ranran... Mom... Mom's dying..."
Li Ran pulls his finger free, slick with urine and intestinal juices, and smears the tip across her lips. She parts them instinctively, sucking it in, tongue swirling to clean the debased proof.
They pant together, Lin Xiulan's legs too weak to stand, slumping into her son's arms.
Li Ran murmurs hotly in her ear: "Mom... ass is open now... next time son's cock goes in... raw insertion... creampie deep in Mom's ass..."
Lin Xiulan nods shakily, voice a melted mess: "Yes... Mom's asshole... only for Ranran..."
They straighten their clothes and stroll back to the fishing spot, feigning casualness.
But the air by the pond has utterly changed its flavor.