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This is part 5 of the story. You can read parts 1-4 from my account. Note to the reader — Everyone in the story is 18 years of age and older.

Okay, that was weird I told myself as I took a quick unplanned shower. What made me do that? I mean really. Did it really happen? Well, there was the now empty cup, sitting on the ledge in the shower all nice and innocent. Well, even more innocent now as I fill it up with shower water to make sure any remains of the shower that I had provided washed away.

As soon as I depart the shower, the first thing I do is brush my teeth. Again, an attempt to wash away any feasible evidence of what I had just done. OKay, now to fix my hair and makeup again. My, my, my, being naughty does take some work to fix.

30 minutes later I’m back in the Kitchen all put back together and still trying to get what I had just done out of my head. Why did I do that? Why did I taste it? Ugg, I don’t even want to think about it. Okay, maybe I was over it then? A one time thing to never be tried again, right?

Sure, I did get somewhat of a bit of a thrill out of it all. And yes, a sexual thrill at that. But seriously. Perhaps it was just a one time thing. Was sort of fun, but time to move on. My history is littered with episodes just like that.

Of course most of those occurred when I was drunk and separated by months and even years. These last two had only been days aside? Still, perhaps I was due? Perhaps the two events were really just one event with two parts. Of course the first part with my son really did not have a, well, finish for me. For him, yes, but not for me. So okay. Maybe that was just me providing some closure for myself?

Okay, perhaps. Maybe that was it. If so, then maybe we can forget about all of this and never speak of it again. I take a long drink from my water bottle. I’m instantly reminded of the last time I drank anything. Ugg, I just can’t get that out of my head. And worse, I could tell that I was not fully satisfied.

Not that I really had any curiosities left. But the feeling. Oh, the deep naughty feeling that all of this caused was intoxicating. But what parts of it? What parts of the event were affecting me so? Was it just the act of doing something naughty? Something taboo?

Damn it! I force my mind to other things. I am NOT a person like this. Totally not. I wanted to talk to someone about this? But who? I mean, my mother maybe? I mean, I have talked to her about all parts of my body and sex life before. But this? How would I even begin?

“Hi mom, hope you’re doing well. Oh, by the way. Your grandson and I peed in front of each other, and well, it kind of turned us on?” Or perhaps, “Hi mom, did you ever watch my brother jack off and if so, were you close enough to get any on you?” Or I could just keep it solo with a, “Hi mom, have you ever tasted your own pee, and then got turned on by it?”

Gezzz, that is a really quick way of getting your mom to think of you like a freak. Damn it! What should I do?

The rest of the day was a blur with work, but mostly me working to keep my thoughts out of the gutter and without much luck. Damn it. I had to talk to someone and I decided that someone needed to be the person that initiated all of this. I picked up my cell phone and called him. One ring and then to voicemail. Great. He is avoiding me. Not surprising, still, my heart sank.

But just then, I got a text from him.

Darren: Can’t talk now.

Oh, okay great. Well, at least he is telling me he can’t talk instead of just not talking. I text him back.

Me: Honey, do you have some time later? I really want to talk to you.

A few seconds go by. I fear he is not gonna answer at all. But then, I get this.

Darren: I’m really sorry about the other day. I know I must have issues. I’m sorry.

Oh my. My poor son. He was blaming all of this on himself?

Me: Honey! No. You don’t have issues. It’s okay.

Darren: Mom. NO. I do! That was wrong. Something about me is sick.

Oh my. What should I do? I can’t stand him thinking that he is sick. That there is something wrong with him. Maybe I should take a different approach?

Me: Yeah, I can see how it might feel. I mean yes. That was sort of freaky. And well, very erotica in a few methods. But, I don’t think it was sick honey. Just naughty.

There, let’s see if that changes anything.

Darren: Naughty? Is that any better?

Okay, perhaps he feels a bit better going down this path?

Me: Totally!

Darren: So, you think I’m naughty?

Is this working? Oh well, I hope so.

Me: Honey. There is nothing wrong with naughty from time to time. You just need to know when it’s okay to be naughty.

Darren: Mom! I pretty much feel the same way always.

Me: Right, and that’s fine honey. I’m just saying the crucial thing is when you actually are naughty. You know. Like in private.

Darren: Well, I was not in private the other night with you.

Me: Honey, that was private. No one else saw us.

Darren: What I mean was it not private. I mean you where there.

Me: You’re confusing me honey. If you and I are alone with no one else possibly being able to see us, then we are in private, right?

Darren: That’s not what I mean.

Me: Well, then tell me what you mean honey.

Darren: What I mean is I should not have done that with anyone around. You were there. Therefore I was not alone. Therefore I was not in private.

Me: Oh, well. I guess I’m just saying that if you are naughty with me, and not one else is around, then that counts as being in private.

Darren: Mom! I should not have done that in front of you.

Okay good. We’re talking about this.

Me: Well honey, I peed in front of you also.

Darren: That does not count. I dared you to do that.

Me: Ahh, I think I remember agreeing to that, I could have said no. Plus I remember saying something like, you first.

Darren: You probably wondered we were kidding and I would back down.

Me: Actually I did. But a part of me wanted to man up and do it. LOL

Darren: You wanted me to do that?

Me: Well, it was nothing I woke up thinking about. But yeah, I guess. I mean, it was sort of fun, right? Naughty, but fun. And like I said, just between us.

Darren: Right, but then the sick part of my got all turn on some how.

Me: Oh honey, I think the naughty part got turned on. Nothing sick about that.

Darren: Mom! I played with myself in front of you!

Me: Yeah, well, you got a bit carried away there. But you’re 18 silly. That happens to boys your age.

Darren: Mom! I jacked off in front of you! Is that not sick!?

Me: I wondered it was sort of cute, actually.

Darren: Cute! Mom. I even got some on you!

Me: Honey, that’s okay. I didn’t mind.

Darren: MOM! LOL. I should not have done that. I’m sorry.

Me: It was private time honey. As long as it’s in private time, it’s okay.

Darren: I don’t know. I just feel so sorry. Embarrassed.

Me: why honey?

Darren: ALL OF IT!

Me: ALL of it is okay honey. I love you.

Darren: IDK — I have to go. I’m sorry.

I wait for several minutes staring at my phone waiting for a text. Nothing… Damn it! He is really suffering. What to do. What to do. Okay, I had an idea of what to do. Risky for sure. But perhaps this is what was needed now. I took another drag from my water bottle.

Finally, several hours later…

I hear him arrive. Here it goes I tell myself and head towards my bathroom with that same plastic cup. Okay I tell myself. Just fill this cup and hold. My bladder was about as full as it got.

I held the cup under me to pee. No show this time in the shower, just wanted to get my pee in this cup and follow on to the next part of my plan before I lost my nerve. I look down and there! My pee was exiting my body and into the cup at an impressive rate. There! Cup full and slam on the breaks! Ouch as my bladder really wanted to keep going.

I pulled my panties and skirt back up, and out the door I went. Darren had headed straight to his room. Figures. Okay, let’s see about that. I knock on his door.

“I don’t want to talk,” he said from behind his door.

“Honey,” I said in my most pleasant voice. “I have a surprise for you. Come on out on the patio to see it.”

“Mom, I really don’t feel like a surprise right now.”

“Please honey,” I said in my, you better not disappoint your mother’s voice. “It will just take a second.”

“Fine,” he said. I then scampered to the patio taking care not to spill any of my cup.

Oh wow. Was I really gonna do this? I was not sure actually. There was still time to call it off. But no. Well, I don’t know. A part of me wondered this was crazy. But again, a part of me wondered it was brilliant.

As I got to the patio, I turned to face the door. I willed him to not take too long. I was gonna do this. At least I wondered I was. That is if I did not chicken out. What I had decided to do was to show him that he was not sick. Or if he was sick, he was not dancing that dance alone.

And finally, there he was at the door.

“Okay, I’m here.” he said, not all that happy to be there.

I held up my cup filled with my pee. He looked at it immediately with a puzzled look on his face.

“I have something for you,” I said smiling.

I could not tell what I was holding. He walked closer focusing on the cup.

“Ahh, is that alcohol?” he asked, confused.

“No silly,” I said smiling. “Guess again.”

He arrived right in front of me.

“Ahhh,” he said, starting to blush a bit. “I ah, don’t know.”

I decided to really blow his mind. I held it up to my mouth, watching his face. I took a small sip, making sure to save most of it for him.

“Mom?” he said with his eyes wide. “Ah, what is that?”

“It’s surprisingly good honey,” I said after swallowing it. “I never would have thought to try it until you made such a big deal about it the other day.”

“Mom!” he said with surprise. “That’s not. No way. Is that, ahh,..”

“Yes honey,” I said softly. “It’s pee silly.”

“Pee!” he said. “Wow!! Ah, who’s pee?”

“Honey!” I said giggling. “It’s mine, silly.”

“Mom!!” he exclaimed. “No way!”

I took another slow sip of my nectar with him watching. Oh my. I was loving this. It felt so naughty.

“Yes way,” I told him. “Let’s just say, you have opened my eyes a bit, honey.”

“Mom!” she said giggling.

“It’s okay to do this honey. We’re in private. Just you and me. No one here to see or hear. This is just between you and me.”

“This is something just for us to share. Our secret. Okay honey?” I hand him the cup.

He needed no additional encouragement as he downed the contents of the cup in one quick movement. Oh my. The hunger I felt from him.

“You taste so good!” he said.

“Awwww,” I said, loving his assessment of me. “You like the way mommy tastes?”

“Uh huh!” he said.

“Can I have some more?” he said with pleading in his voice.

“Honey!” I said playfully, scolding him. “No silly. I don’t think you should drink more than that in a day.”

“Tomorrow then!?” he said quickly.

“We will see honey,” I said with a grin. “Maybe if you are extra good.”

End of Part 5
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