Her Slave

Chapter 8

Like she was possessed, her two hands reached down and wrapped around Alan's head under her dress, before applying pressure and forcing it into her pussy. Meanwhile, she bent her body forwards in pleasure 'This feels sooo good.'

"Hahhh," a deep sigh of pleasure and relief made it out of Alicia's mouth.

Alan, who felt his mother's hands wrap around his head and press it into her pussy, locking it in place, became unable to think from arousal.

In the end, he was only an 18-year-old virgin. The amount of sexual arousal at this moment was enough for him to go mad. He instantly felt his penis start twitching before--

"Mummhh."

A muffled moan. He came in his pants. The most powerful orgasm he has ever had came from drinking his mother's piss. Depraved was an understatement at this point.

Alicia heard her son's moan but paid it no mind as she relished the sensations she was feeling at the moment. Pleasure, relief, arousal, superiority, and dominance. She felt all these emotions, as she felt her mind fog up.

It has to be mentioned that Alicia had to pee a lot. This piss lasted for a full 30 seconds before it finally started to cease.

Alan felt the stream in his mouth weaken, as he could feel only disappointment as it halted completely.

He knew this was probably his only chance, so he extended his tongue and let it slide over Alicia's dripping pussy, cleaning away the remaining piss.

Unbeknownst to him, however, this was the last push needed to send Alicia over the top.

"Ahhhhnnn."

Alicia let out a deep moan, before applying even more force around her son's head, as her thighs contracted around his face, while she climaxed onto it.

Alan only felt his vision darken and his airways cut off, as he was smothered between his mother's thick, soft thighs under her dress. He wondered what he had done to be this lucky.

Seconds passed. Alicia gradually awoke from her stupor of arousal and instantly let go of her son, a red flush spreading over her face. She pulled up her panties as she thought, 'What have I done‽'

Thinking back, she had just used her son for her pleasure, without a shred of care for his wellbeing.

She glanced down at Alan still on his knees. She noticed that his face was tired, yet a stupid smile covered his flushed face, which was still slightly wet. Alicia was embarrassed looking at her love juices on her sons face as she moved her gaze down. On the crotch area of his blue jeans, a slight wet spot had formed. It didn't require much thought from Alicia to figure out that her son had cum. Cum from drinking her piss.

Even more embarrassment filled her, as well as a hidden glee and pride. She had made her son cum by just letting him drink her piss.

She quickly suppressed this emotion, however, "You really saved me this time, honey. Thank you."

Alan woke up from his daze. He looked up at his mother's face which had returned to coldness, "No problem mother, actually--"

Before Alan could continue, Alicia interrupted him, "But this is a onetime only thing. This only happened because the circumstances didn't allow for other solutions. Don't get any ideas, alright? We will just forget this."

Alicia's cold voice rang in Alan's ears, drowning his happiness in dejection. "Yes mom, I understand."

After that, 40 minutes passed before the doors to the elevator were opened. As they walked out, all traces of what happened had faded. The liquids on Alan had dried and the flush on Alicia's cheeks had faded. Now, the scene only existed in the memories of the two people involved.

The ride home was quiet, neither of the two knowing what to say. Alan at first been dejected after his mother's rejection, but now that he had had some time to think about it, he felt like he was over cloud nine. He had served his mother as a toilet.

Previously, Alan had dreamed of this, yet expected it to remain a dream of his, his entire life. Yet now, suddenly, by pure coincidence, he had accomplished this dream. He couldn't be happier at this moment.

Alicia had felt that she maybe had been too harsh on Alan in the elevator at the end. In the end, it wasn't his fault that it had happened, so was it necessary for her to reject him so harshly?

She had tried to come up with something to lighten the mood again, but she was out of ideas. Then, she suddenly noticed that Alan on the passenger seat had begun smiling dumbly to himself again at some point.

She felt her worried mood lighten again. "What are you smiling for, over there?"

She shot a playful glare at Alan, who only rubbed the back of his head, trying to suppress a smile but failing.