"Pee," he whispered.

At first, Peggy wasn't sure she heard the word.

"Pee, Mom," came her son's whispering voice.

"Qh, yes!" Peggy whined.

But she remained on her knees, clawing desperately at her hairy cunt. Joey saw the pink cunt lips, saw them gleaming with wetness, saw the way she pinched and twisted her clit. She listened to his voice, but it was as though in a dream, a wild, wicked, exciting dream. She responded to her son's voice as if it were a dream-voice, not real.

Jerking upright, frantic to come, Peggy pulled her panties on, almost tearing them in the process. Usually she adjusted the crotch of her panties, but this wasn't a usual situation. With the crotch of her panties caught on one hairy, swollen pussylip, Peggy stood straddle-legged, facing the hole in the wall. She cupped her cunt with both hands, her fingers framing the puffy pussylips.

With a sob, she began to piss.

"Ooooo, yes!" she wailed.

Joey's eye was wide as he stared at his mother through the hole. The hot piss boiled out of her cunt, spewed through the thin band of her panties. It sprayed along the edges, soaking her inner thighs and dripping down to her knees. The puddle of piss grew at her feet, and Peggy's hips twisted erotically. The wetness of her panties soaked through until they became almost transparent. Joey saw the shape of his mother's cunt hair, the golden color of her piss as it spurted from the tight crotch.

Peggy shuddered, then screamed, biting at her lips.

Her cunt convulsed with fiery tightness. The lips contracted as her clit almost burst.