Toilet Slaves Scatology - Stepmother is Hungry For Piss and Cum!

An overwhelming craving for dick hits her insides, but as she looks out at the digital clock on the nightstand, she gasps. It's only six in the morning, far too early for her step son to be awake, let alone for her to be thinking about fucking him. Nevertheless, she can't shake the intense hunger in her stomach. With a determined grunt, she stands up and begins to dress in silence, opting for a tight pair of yoga pants and a thin white tank top that hugs her curves. Then, she carefully tiptoes towards her stepson's bedroom door, her heart racing as if she were about to commit an unforgivable sin. She pauses outside of the door, taking a deep breath before slowly turning the knob and pushing it open. The soft glow from the hallway spills into the darkened room and she is met with the sight of her step son sleeping peacefully under the thin blanket. A wave of lust washes over her, and she takes a step closer, gazing down at his exposed chest. She can't help but marvel at how big he has gotten over the years, and how innocent he looks right now. Taking another step, her foot comes into contact with something hard and cold – the pitcher that is sitting on his nightstand. Without thinking, she reaches down and picks it up, her mind already racing with thoughts of all the delicious ways she could use it. Carefully, she tiptoes back over to his bed, her heart pounding in anticipation as she contemplates her next move. With her free hand, she reaches forward and gently brushes against his leg, causing him to stir. He mumbles something incoherent and shifts his weight, opening his eyes slightly. Still without making a sound, she leans over him, positioning herself between his legs so that she can reach the spot where she knows he will give her what she needs. And so, she begins – using one hand to hold the pitcher and the other to explore his body, tickling and teasing until she finally feels the unmistakable warmth spreading across her palm. Her mouth waters as she collects every precious drop of urine that flows out from him, her eyes never leaving his face. She drinks it all greedily, her mind filled with thoughts of how amazing it would be to have his cock inside her. As she finishes, she looks down at the empty pitcher in surprise. Was it really that much? She shakes the thought away, instead reaching for his hardening cock once again. This time, however, her touch is anything but gentle. She squeezes and strokes him roughly, causing him to moan in his sleep. And then, she takes it to her mouth. Her lips slide smoothly over the head, her tongue swirling around the sweet tip. He tastes so good, so delicious. She sucks him deep, loving the feel of his shaft throbbing against the back of her throat. With each bob of her head, she imagines herself pushing it deeper, filling every crevice of her pussy with his thick cock. Suddenly, she feels a warm rush of liquid on her tongue and she knows it's time. She takes him as deep as she can, milking every last drop of cum from his cock before finally pulling back, her cheeks hollowed and her eyes shining bright with lust. Regaining some of her senses, she stands up quickly, the soles of her feet connecting with the cold floor beneath. She can barely catch her breath as she stumbles backwards, the taste of his cum still lingering on her tongue. She knows she should leave him alone, but the thought of seeing him again later tonight drives her wild with anticipation.