"Ohhh, yes," she whimpered, then darted her tongue out to lick her finger.

The taste of her son's come juice on her tongue sent a ripple of delight through her.

She wiped her finger into more of the viscous liquid, licking it form her finger again. She closed her eyes and savored the sweetness of Mike's come juice. Then she began to thrust her finger in and out of her mouth as if it were a cock fucking her. She moaned in pleasure as another orgasm steamed through her cunt.

Getting to her feet, she found her legs shaky. She leaned against the tree, afraid to start walking right now. And then.

"Oh, my God she hissed. Lisa was pissing. She was pissing in her panties.

"Oh, my God!" she hissed again, looking down, unable to stop. "What in the hell…"

She tried to stop pissing, but still she continued to stream from her panties. She saw the wetness on the front of her dress. She lifted it out of the way, but it was too late. She felt the warm piss running down the insides of her thighs.

And it felt good to her.

By the time she stopped, her panties were thoroughly soaked, her thighs drenched. The front of her dress was wet too. And it felt very good to Lisa.

She didn't know why she had pissed in her panties, or why she had been unable to stop it… but she knew how good it felt.

"Perverted cunt," she giggled softly. "You're just a perverted cunt, Lisa, that's what you are. And you love being perverted, you hot-assed cocksucker!"

Lisa did love it.

She started back to the picnic site.

Her lovely face was glowing, warm sensations still tingling through her body. Her panties, pissy wet, felt good clinging to her pussy.

Mike was there.

He was resting on his side, propped up on one elbow, eating a piece of fried chicken.