She sat on the toilet, knees closed, elbows propped there. She cupped her chin in her hand and her mind started to build a fantasy once more. She thought of being in the open, naked as she was now, taking a piss as a group of boys and girls surrounded her, watching and listening to the tinkling sounds of piss splashing into water. Carol didn't know why this should make her feel good, but it did. It was simply an extension of her erotic fantasies.

This particular erotic dream suddenly became a reality.

"Oh! Roger!" Carol gasped, covering her tits quickly, the stream of piss cutting off.

Her son stood in the doorway of the bathroom, looking at her. He didn't seem the least bit ashamed of catching her on the toilet, naked and pissing.

"Go away!" Carol gasped.

She covered her tits and leaned over, looking at her son with fear-filled eyes. Not fear, not really, but with embarrassment.

Roger laughed, more a giggle than anything. Carol watched her son's eyes move up and down her body. She flushed even more, and found she couldn't say anything. She wanted to shout at him to leave her alone, but her throat was constricted. Her cunt was gripped with orgasm.

"Go away, Roger," she finally said, her voice very low, without force. "Please, don't look at me." Carol saw a small face peering over her son's shoulder, and she gasped again.

Ginger's blue eyes were wide, and she giggled in a lewd sound.

"Ginger! Roger! Go away! Please!"

She was relieved when they did go away.

She shoved her foot out, trying to kick the door shut, but couldn't quite reach it. She looked around carefully then stood up. With a quick motion, she grabbed the damp towel and twisted it about her body. She tucked it securely to her armpits, not knowing almost half of her ass was showing, with the hint of pussy hair in front. She was rattled, otherwise she might have known she was exposed.