Slumping back against the water tank, Becky relaxed, her fingers resting on her cunt. The spasms were gone now, and she felt, as usual, weak. Her ex-husband had loved the way her cunt would grab and squeeze when she came, but he couldn't stand it when she would accidentally spray a quick gush of piss over him before he could take his cock out.

Becky didn't know why that happened, but it seemed to happen quite regularly.

Since her divorce almost five years previous, Becky had not felt a hard cock inside her cunt or even in her hand.

Standing up, she washed herself, then stepped into a fresh pair of lacy panties, smoothing her skirt down and adjusting her sweater over her perky tits.

"Mom, did you forget?"

"Forget what, honey?" she asked, turning to see Ted coming into her room.

"You're supposed to drive me to the game."

"Oh, baby, I did forget!" she said. "I'm sorry. Can we still get there in time?"

"If we hurry," he said.

It was seven o'clock now. The game had started, and it was a fifteen-mile drive. It was a game Ted had been wanting to see all week, his school against a neighboring school. Now, because she had pissed and played with her pussy, her son would miss the start of the game.

She ran her hand through his hair, hugging him quickly.

"We better haul ass, Mom."

"Ted," she said. "You know I don't like that kind of talk."

"Hey, it's okay, Mom. That's the way all the kids talk now."

"I still don't care for it," she replied. "Haul ass, indeed. Sounds like you plop your rear end into a wheelbarrow and someone hauls it around."

"We better shag our ass, Mom," he said, ignoring her protest.

"Or… shake our ass?" she replied impulsively.