The Urinating MILF

By Sophie Sin

The story of Carl, a 21 year old attic dwelling loner, who falls for his mother’s 38 year old, busty-thick best friend with all kinds of messy results.

Note: This book contains copious amounts of female-on-male water play.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lunatic Ink Publishing
• Release date: Jul 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9780463866061

Sophie Sin

Sophie Sin writes heterosexual erotica. She also occasionally writes gay erotic fiction under the pen name Dick Powers.

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THE URINATING MILF

Sophie Sin

Copyright 2021 Lunatic Ink Publishing

More stories at Sophie's Book List. Her gay erotica at Dick Powers.

"The story of Carl, a 21 year old attic dwelling loner, who falls for his mother’s 38 year old, busty-thick best friend with all kinds of messy results."

Please note that this book contains copious amounts of female on male pee play.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

A Toilet Scene

Cleaning Her Gutters

Disappointment?

Interruptions

A Warm Sticky Mess

Epilogue

A TOILET SCENE

Carl Jones Morris stood against the wall with his ear firmly pressed to it and his fingers clutched to the chest of his crumpled plain white t-shirt. The room he was in - his bedroom - was four meters by four meters square - standard middle American fare - and next to it, separated by thin walls that seemed to be almost an American traditional based on his infrequent assessment of friends’ houses (when he had friends), was the 2nd floor toilet.

His ears strained for sound as he waited. Guilt would have been the appropriate emotion for invading someone else’s privacy in this way, but those feelings had long since deserted him in wake of the realization that he enjoyed this more than he felt bad over it.

There was a noise. His breath drew to a sharp halt that was well practiced enough to avoid the clap of his lips or the involuntary sound of a gasp that came with such a movement. The flesh of his large ear ached as he pressed it to the wall so firmly that the wooden paneling bent inward a little.

Was that it? Was that her...?

He waited. Not a breath came from his lips. His lungs did not draw air, nor his body seek comfort in movement - not even a nervous shuffle. He was ‘all ears’, so to speak, and the discomfort of waiting expectantly was only mildly unpleasant as he strained for the slightest hint of sound in the other room.

There was a creak. In his mind’s eye he saw her: A silhouette of thickness, full thighs, rounded yet strong buttocks, waist razor thin leading to breasts heavy and peaked. In his imagination she was squatting forward with the mini-skirt, that black sexy thing she had been wearing when he saw her downstairs gossiping about the neighbors with his mother, hitched up around her full hips and her fingers opening her pink little pussy - hairless today in his visualization - as she prepared to pee like a man would just so he could get a full view of the stream of clear piss her perfect pussy would let free.

Down below he hardened; however, Carl knew from experience that the sound of his large thick fingers on that proud flesh working out the morning tension would muffle the glory of the stream of pure joy he so desperately needed to bear witness to.

Another sound came. It was liquid. From woman to bowl to water to his ears, it could be heard.

Oh my Lord!

He wasn’t particularly religious, but, much like those close to death, it was at times like this that he called out to the divine one (The Christian version as this was Utah and he was a white child of middle America and, hence, his God was an American one and that didn’t leave room for middle Eastern clones in moments like this.)

To his ears came the pleasure of hearing the stream intensifying. God was listening and he had supplied his bounty.

Yesssss...

It was so low as to be nearly unhearable, yet he still inwardly cursed himself for blocking even a second or two of that magic sound.

When it was done, there was the mental image of her wiping off and then those same fingers that had sat firmly pressed against the left and right lips of her hairless pussy entering her mouth and being vacuumed clean by her red painted lips. That tongue of hers - soft, tender, and slick and the source of so many orgasms that he could no longer even guess as to how many he had experienced - came to the base of the V created by her fingers and ran up the middle before swirling around each digit with them then being removed to wipe on the fresh towel that he had placed - only one with no other options - on the railing this morning.

After standing so straight and hard for so long, he slumped when he heard the door open and then close in the bathroom next door. His cock was so hard that his tracksuit pants were near tearing. Carl knew he was huge by most men’s standards, but it always shocked him when he saw his dick this full. ‘Big busty brunette takes mega-cock" was his most