Turning the faucet off, Kathy slowly began to bathe.

A fantasy she had enjoyed for years had finally happened.

Ever since she had been a very little girl, ever since she had seen a man pissing near a tree, she had fantasized about watching a man piss. The thought of seeing a cock pissing was enough to make her cunt bubble. She had, for years, used the faucet of her bathtub, pretending it was a cock, a lovely cock, pissing upon her cunt, upon her asshole.

Now, she had watched a cock taking a piss. After all these years of fantasizing about it, she had watched a cock pissing, and up close. The fact that it was her son taking a piss enhanced her pleasure.

Kathy was forty, divorced for almost two years. She had such wild, delicious fantasies, and she had wanted to share them, but her ex-husband's ego had been a fragile thing. He would not have understood. Certainly he would not have helped her act out those fantasies. He was an in-and-out man, a man who felt a cock belonged in a woman's cunt and no place else. If a woman wanted anything besides a straight fuck, he considered her to be weird, perverted, disgusting.

So Kathy had suffered through the marriage, indulging in her fantasies for satisfaction. She seldom came when her husband fucked her, but always pretended she had. Then, when he was asleep at her side, with her cunt on fire, Kathy would play with her pussy and dream of wild, erotic, wanton fucking where anything could happen.

When he left her for a younger woman, Kathy was almost relieved.

Once he was gone, she could indulge herself as long and as noisily as she wanted in the privacy of her bedroom.

Now, she climbed from the tub, pulling the drain plug.

Kathy was tall, slender, a woman who made men drool.