With his face resting on her thigh, she pushed her knees farther apart. He kept pulling and twisting her nipple, but he was also watching her pussy spread open. Roxie smoothed her fingers through the soft curls, sliding the edge of one finger along the side of her clit, mewling softly. She spread her cunt open with two fingers, the wet, pink flesh pulsating gently.

"Ritchy…" she whispered. "Ritchy!"

A hot gush of piss spewed out of her cunt.

Rich jerked his head up, mouth gaping in surprise.

"Oh, my God! I didn't mean-oh, that's embarrassing!" Roxie gasped, blushing wildly, clamping her hand over her cunt.

To her horror, she spurted again, hot piss spewing around the edges of her palm.

Rich stared, then giggled.

Roxie tried to stop, but the harder she tried, the more she pissed. Her inner thighs dripped with piss, pooling on the floor.

"What am I doing?" she cried in embarrassment.

"Pissing, Mom!" Rich giggled.

He tried to pull her hand away, but Roxie cupped her cunt with all her strength. But she was weak, and her son moved her hand easily.

Roxie attempted to close her legs, but she couldn't do that, either. She almost managed to stop pissing, but it was still dribbling from her cunt.

"Don't look at me!" she cried frantically. "Please, Ritchy, don't look at me!"

Rich pushed at her legs, spreading them far apart. Roxie was unable to stop him, and as her son gazed at her open cunt, she began to piss in a hard stream.

She turned her face to one side, feeling fiery heat on her cheeks. She felt her son holding her legs apart, watching her piss. No one had ever watched her do this, and certainly she had never lost control before. And she had never pissed with her legs so far apart.

"Keep it up, Mom!" Rich gasped. "Piss, Mom! Ohhh, you're pissing hard! Look at it spurt out!"

Roxie peeked downward, seeing the hot stream of piss spewing out in an arc, hearing it splatter on the kitchen floor. She began to shiver, her cunt tightening, causing the piss to gush out in short spurts.