Her Slave

Chapter 7

Alan instantly looked away under Alicia's death glare, "Sorry that was dumb, I will try to think of something else," then he made a stance like a brooding sage, rubbing his chin to try to disperse the awkward atmosphere. He thought to himself, 'As expected it didn't work. Well...it was worth the try.'

Alicia slowly stopped glaring at Alan. After that distraction was gone, she was instantly reminded of her precarious circumstances by the pain in her bladder. She looked at the time. There had only passed 5 minutes since they entered the elevator. That meant there would be at least 25 more minutes before they could get out. It seemed all hope of using a regular toilet was off the table.

Her mind then began trying to figure out another solution, yet no matter how much she tried, she couldn't forget the proposition her son had made a moment earlier. As it circled in her head, it sounded more and more appealing.

'If I just do it in the corner, the security will realize once they get here. If I just wet myself, I will have to walk out of the mall dripping pee and there will probably still form a puddle under me. If I use Alan, all the pee will be gone and there will be no problems. Besides, he proposed it himself, so it isn't my fault...'

Under stressed circumstances, the mind would try to find excuses. Alicia was not immune to this either.

She slowly raised her head to look at the brooding Alan, and determination filled her eyes, as she opened her mouth...

Meanwhile, Alan had constantly tried to find an alternative. Then he got an idea. 'Mom can just pee in the bags with the new clothes we bought. The clothes will absorb most of the pee, and the bag should be able to contain any excess. Then, the clothes can be washed.'

Happy he finally found a good solution, Alan was just about to tell Alicia, when, "Okay Alan, you can be my bottle..."

Like cotton candy in water, the good solution instantly disappeared, never to be said out loud.

"Yes mom, I will not spill a drop."

Alicia glared at Alan over that remark and became slightly relieved, watching Alan's stupidly smiling face. The whole serious atmosphere seemed to disappear, replaced by one of joy and excitement, "Okay, then hurry up and get over here, I can't hold it much longer."

Alan instantly dropped to his knees and crawled over before Alicia. Alicia slid her hands under her dress and pulled her panties down to her knees.

When Alan saw her pure white panties, he was instantly reminded of all the times he had spent with his face buried in that underwear while doing the laundry, and his already excited cock perked up even higher.

Alicia looked down at her 18-year-old son on his knees before her. She noticed the bulge in his pants, as well as the excited flush over his face. She felt like a queen looking down at her subject who was waiting for a reward. Her mind started to cloud, as heat rose in her body again.

Slowly, she reached down and lifted her dress over her son's face, like she was capturing him under her.

When Alicia pulled the dress over his face, while looking down at him, Alan felt like he must be dreaming. The next scenery made it all the more so.

Pure white legs, leading up to a pair of pink lips, with a gorge in between. His mother's pussy was unshaven, having a nice brush of black hair surrounding it, giving off a mature and relaxed feeling. Further behind her beautiful pussy extend two large perky mounds, with a deep black ravine in between. Alan would sell his soul to the devil if he could press his face in between those two round cheeks.

Alicia could feel her son's gaze pass over all her most private parts, "Stop staring so much and hurry up, I can't hold it much longer."

Alan snapped out of his daze. His mother's voice had become slightly more desperate, as she was closer to reaching her limit.

He hesitated no further and lifted his face towards his mother's godly pussy. As he got closer, an arousing smell invaded his airways. Alan felt his mind fog up in response to that smell, drawing him in like he was being bewitched.

Slowly he opened his mouth, before placing it around his mother's pussy.

"Anng," a slight moan was released from Alicia's mouth as her son's lips landed on her pussy. That moment of stimulation removed all the resistance she had, as she let the floodgates open.

*pssshhhhh*

The sound of peeing echoed in the quiet elevator. A warm stream hit the back of Alan's mouth, as his mother's hot piss started flowing into it.

The taste was salty and sour, with an extra foul taste that was hard to describe, unique to pee. Without any reluctance from the taste, Alan instantly opened his throat as he swallowed the pee in gulps. His arousal was peaking at the moment, making him worry he might just cum from this.

As Alicia released her piss into her son, a strong feeling of relief engulfed her. As she listened to the sound of her piss and the sound of her son's gulps as he drank her piss, arousal flooded her mind.