Chapter 78: Drinking Mommy’s Pee

Evelyn’s pussy kept squeezing, wet and loud, as more of that slick heat poured over my palm.

I stared at it with wide eyes, as if I had never seen anything like it. The juice ran between my fingers and dripped onto the sheets in thin, shining threads. It was warmer than her pee. Thicker. It clung to my skin instead of running off.

"Mom, it’s still coming," I whispered.

Evelyn’s thighs trembled around my wrist. Her eyes were half-lidded, her mouth open, and that forced smile from earlier had broken into something rawer. She tried to answer and only managed a shaky breath.

"Hah... i-it’s not pee, baby..."

"Then what is it?"

Her cheeks darkened. For a second she looked like she wanted to hide her face. Then she swallowed and spoke in that same soft, teaching voice she used when she was trying to stay in control.

"It’s mommy’s other water. The special one. The one you wanted to taste."

My eyes lit up.

"Really? So I can drink it now?"

Evelyn’s pussy twitched hard against my palm, another wet pulse spilling out as if my question itself had squeezed it from her.

"Y-yes... you can..."

I lifted my hand toward my mouth. Her juice stretched in a lewd string from her slit to my fingers before it snapped. I licked from the heel of my palm to the tip of my index finger, slow, like I was being careful not to waste it.

Salty. Sweet in a way her pee had not been. Heavier on the tongue. It coated the inside of my mouth and left a warm film behind.

"Mom... this one is nicer."

Evelyn made a small broken sound. Her knees shifted on the mattress. She watched me lick my fingers clean with an expression that was half shame and half hunger.

"D-don’t say it like that..."

"Like what?"

"Like... like you’re comparing your mother’s..." She stopped, bit her lip, then forced the rest out. "Just... if you want more, you have to keep rubbing. Mommy can’t make that one come out if you stop."

"Okay."

I put my hand back on her. Her pussy was hotter now, the lips swollen and slippery, the pee from earlier already mixed into the fresh wetness until everything felt glossy under my palm. I rubbed the way I had before, up and down, my index finger sinking into the slit without meaning to.

"Hah..."

Evelyn’s hand shot down and caught my wrist, not to pull me off, but to keep me there. Her nails pressed lightly into my skin.

"There... stay there..."

"Here?" I asked, and curled the finger a little, because that was where it had slipped.

Her whole body jerked.

"Ah! Y-yes... that place... that’s mommy’s special place. If you rub that, the water comes faster."

"The special water?"

"Yes, baby. The one you like."

I nodded as if I had been given a simple chore and began moving my finger inside her. Her walls squeezed around it, hot and wet, trying to pull me deeper every time I dragged back. Each slow stroke made a filthy little sound, wet and close, filling the quiet room.

Evelyn’s head tipped forward. Her hair fell across her face. She was still on her knees over the bed, thighs spread so I could reach her easily, and every time my finger passed that swollen spot inside her she breathed out like she had been punched.

"Hah... hah... good boy... just like that..."

I used a second finger because the first one felt lonely in all that softness. It slid in beside the other with almost no resistance. Evelyn’s pussy accepted it with a wet kiss and then clenched, hard.

"Mom, it’s grabbing me."

"I-I know..." Her voice was thin. "Mommy’s pussy likes her son’s fingers. That’s all. Don’t stop."

I pumped them slowly, then a little faster when her hips started chasing my hand. Her juice ran down my wrist in a warm line and soaked into the sheet between her knees. The squelch got louder. Sloppier. Her breasts rose and fell with every breath, and the pink flush on her face had spread down her throat.

"Mom, your stomach is shaking."

"Ignore that. Keep... keep going."

I kept going.

Her insides fluttered around my fingers, then seized, then fluttered again. I could feel that same pulsing I had felt when she came on my hand before, only this time it built slower, heavier, like something rolling up from deep in her belly.

"Baby... baby wait... if you keep hitting that place I..."

"You’ll make more water?"

Evelyn let out a helpless laugh that broke into a moan.

"Yes. A lot. Don’t you dare take your fingers out."

"I won’t."

I pressed up into that spot and rubbed it in small circles, the way her body seemed to want. Evelyn’s thighs clamped around my forearm. Her pussy locked down so tight I could barely move, and then it broke.

"Hah——!"

A hot gush spilled over my hand, thicker than before, splashing my wrist and the inside of her thighs. Her whole body jerked with it. She came with her mouth open and her eyes unfocused, pussy spasming around my fingers in greedy little sucks, juice squirting out in short messy pulses every time I stroked that place again.

I stared, fascinated.

"Mom, it’s spraying."

"D-don’t say spraying..." she gasped, but her pussy sprayed again anyway, a clear burst that hit the sheets with a wet pat.

I leaned in without thinking and licked the inside of her thigh where it had run down. The taste was stronger this close to the source, warm and raw. Evelyn shuddered when my tongue touched her skin.

"Baby..."

"There’s still some on you," I said innocently. "Should I clean it?"

Her fingers tightened in my hair.

For a moment she did not answer. Her pussy was still twitching, still dripping onto my knuckles. I could feel her pulse in there. I could feel how close she was to telling me yes.

Then she pulled my face in.

"Clean mommy properly," she whispered. "Use your mouth. Don’t miss any."

I put my mouth on her.

Her pussy was soaked, puffy, and still leaking that special water onto my tongue. I sucked the way I had when she peed, only now it was thicker, and every suck made her hips twitch against my face. My nose pressed into the soft wet heat above her slit. My tongue pushed into the same place my fingers had just been.

Evelyn moaned into her own wrist.

"Hah... good... good boy... drink it..."

I drank.

Gulp after gulp of her, mixed with the leftover salt of her pee, until my chin was shining and her thighs were shaking on either side of my head. My cock hurt in my pants, trapped and ignored, twitching every time she clenched on my tongue.

She rode my mouth in small helpless rolls, not quite fucking my face, just grinding enough to keep that swollen spot against my tongue.

"Mom," I mumbled against her, "it’s still coming."

"I know. Mommy can’t stop it when you do this."

I sucked harder.

Evelyn’s breath broke. Her fingers twisted in my hair. Another wave hit her, smaller than the last but meaner, and she came again with a choked sound, pussy fluttering on my tongue, fresh juice spilling straight into my mouth.

I swallowed it all and looked up at her with wet lips.

"Did I do it right?"

Evelyn stared down at me, chest heaving, eyes dark, the last of her composure hanging by a thread.

She opened her mouth to answer.

Evelyn’s pussy was still on my face. My fingers were still inside her. Her juice was still running down my chin.