Mrs. O'Malley's Golden Juices Ch. 02

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Sexy GILF makes victim's mom bend to her pissy will.
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Part 2 of the 17 part series

Updated 06/07/2023
Created 10/01/2013
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Susan O'Malley, a beautiful, domineering 65-year-old blonde, had just walked home from the beach, after a long afternoon of sun, sand, drinking her usual wine -- and dominating young Brett Hannigan, a gorgeous young stud of 19, whom she'd caught licking the grass on which she'd pissed moments earlier, pounding his hard cock as he did. Earlier, she'd noticed him filming her sexy, wrinkled granny body as they sat in lounge chairs on the empty beach, knowing his eagerness would make it easy to take him a piss prisoner.

She'd used and abused him with her sexy old body, and nearly drowned him sitting on his face, pissing down his throat and then fucking him senseless, the young man more than eager to please his mistress several decades his senior. She'd even finished the afternoon by pissing into a cup for him to drink as she sipped her wine before sending him on his way.

She'd returned home, pulling a light top over her one-piece floral bathing suit, and was puttering about the house when the bell rang. She answered it. There stood Laura Hannigan, Brett's 37-year-old mother, a very pretty, slender blonde, looking none too happy. Susan looked down at her hands: She was carrying the very cup from which young Brett had happily drunk her piss just an hour or so earlier.

Susan smiled.

"Can I help you, Laura?"

"Uh, may I come in, Mrs. O'Malley?" Laura said nervously, looking down at Susan's sturdy legs and gnarly feet in pink flip-flops.

"Certainly, Laura, please do," Susan smile graciously, escorting her into the kitchen where Laura stood nervously, fidgeting from foot to foot, holding that cup in her hands. "What seems to be the problem?"

"My son, Brett, came home from the beach a little bit ago....and he left this cup, this cup on the counter and ran to the bathroom...I...I uh...was about to throw it away...when I smelled something...the cup, it smelled ...smelled like, well, urine," she said very nervously now, a hint of anger growing in her quavering voice as she went on, Susan standing before her, arms crossed over her ample, wrinkled chest, watching the woman try to get out what she knew she was trying to say.

"And I, uh, asked him about it when he came out, Mrs. O'Malley, and he suddenly got very nervous," she continued. "I thought maybe he'd peed it in it or something but the way he reacted...well, I kept asking him...and Brett and I are very close, he's my only child as you know, and we're very close...and...well...after awhile, and some tears....he...he told me! He told me what happened, Mrs. O'Malley, he told me without going into too many disgusting, lurid details, but he told me, and I cannot begin to say how disgusted I am with you, how angry, you took advantage of a teenage boy, you took advantage of him with your...your...your perversity, your obscenity, your depravity..."

Susan smiled at her, letting Laura babble on, angrily, hurt, shocked, her arms flailing as she talked, looking anywhere but at the woman who'd sat on her son's face and pissed down his throat an hour earlier and then rewarded him with a cup of hot pee, the very cup the woman was holding now in her trembling hands.

Susan never felt more horny in her life.

"Did your young son tell you that just before all this 'depravity' happened, I'd caught him smelling and licking the grass I had just peed on, Laura?" she said with a stern tone. "Did he tell you he was jerking his cock as he did, and I caught him doing it? Did he?"

Laura's teary eyes widened, her mouth open as Susan continued, shaking her head, not wanting to hear or believe.

"No, I didn't think so," Susan growled, snapping the cup out of Laura's hand, making the younger woman jump back, holding it up before her. "Nor did he tell you how eager he was to drink my hot piss from this cup, did he? Or how he made no effort to stop from fucking me, fucking me hard, and then eating his own cum -- and drinking my piss -- from my pussy?"

Laura shook her head harder, tears streaming down her pretty face.

"You're very close, you say, your son and you," Susan smiled, ramping up the heat. "How close? Do you piss in his mouth, Laura? Do you suck his big beautiful cock? Do you eat his hot cum?"

"You sick, sick, sick bitch!" Laura finally screamed, snapping back to reality. "How could you? How can you say such horrible, disgusting..."

The slap across her face was sudden and savage, and Laura's head snapped to the side as Susan's hand hung in the air after landing it. Susan smiled at her.

"You think about it, you know you do," she growled darkly. "Admit it."

Laura shook her head, then pushed herself away from the counter, running toward the door. But not as fast, Susan noticed, as someone who was truly trying to outrun her fear. She strode behind her just as Laura was reaching for the door, grabbing her by the shoulders, spinning her around and slamming her against the door, pinning her there, grabbing her wrists and holding her arms to her sides, her face a half inch away, breathing into it.

"The thought intrigues you, makes you hot....," Susan growled, her lips brushing Laura's, the blonde jerking her head to try getting away. "The thought of piss...my hot piss...your son drinking my piss...YOU drinking my hot, stinging piss...."

"No...no, God, please, no...." Laura moaned, going slack against her captor, willing the horrid thoughts away now flooding her brain. "No...."

"Yes, yesssssss," Susan hissed, pulling Laura's hands behind her back, grabbing a nearby scarf from the hallway coat rack and quickly tying her hands tightly together. "Oh, yesssss...."

She pressed her hot old body into Laura's, pushing her flat against the door, then ran her hands up her sides, over her heaving breasts, to her face, holding it in her fingers, kissing Laura's trembling lips, ramming her tongue inside. Laura moaned, trying to scream, and felt Susan's hot, thick, wet tongue fill her mouth, then pull out and lap madly at her face, up and down her cheeks, biting them, then nibbling her young neck, then her ears, where Susan rammed her long tongue inside, hissing her domination.

"You want it, you want to drink my piss, too, you sick little bitch," she moaned, tonguing Laura's ear, eliciting involuntary groans from the younger woman. "And you will..."

"No...no, please, Mrs. O'Malley, please don't..." Laura moaned, her body limp against the old woman who lapped and nipped at her ears, neck and face, Susan pushing her crotch into hers, parting her thighs and ramming her own between them, rubbing Laura's pussy, grinding her. "Please....."

"Smell me!" Susan snarled, suddenly grabbing Laura's shoulders and pushing her to her knees before her, pulling the back of her head and ramming the face between her wrinkled, spread thighs, jamming her nose to the moist fabric of her suit bottom.

Laura had no choice but to inhale Susan's piss-scented cunt as the older woman gripped her ears and wiggled her face deeper inside, feeling her heat and wetness transfer to the blonde's moaning lips and mouth. She pulled her back, sitting on the alcove seating area of the hallway, strapping her sagging thigh flesh around Laura's ears, the blonde's hands tied behind her, squirming in their bonds.

"Eat me, little bitch, eat my hot, hairy cunt!" Susan growled, pulling aside her suit bottom and enmeshing Laura's face in her hirsute snatch, spreading the furry lips and clamping down harder with her scissoring old thighs, tucking a calf across the back of Laura's neck to pull her fully into her pungent thatch. "Eat that pussy, suck it...suck the piss out, and whatever is left of YOUR SON'S HOT CUM!!!"

Laura screamed at the thought of eating her son's sperm, a far more horrid thought than merely licking the old woman's cunt and piss, and struggled to pull her head free of Susan's madly clutching thighs, which now quivered from the effort of squeezing the scissored head clamped between them. But the old lady was too strong, too determined, and Laura felt herself weakening, crying in that hairy, stinky pussy, and slowly obeyed, slipping her trembling tongue out to spear the slick lips at her mouth, licking and probing inside, Susan moaning at the intrusion, pulling at Laura's trapped head with both hands, grinding against the face, using it. She snapped her lush hips up and down, rubbing the entire length of her oily slit all over Laura's face, pumping and grinding herself to a thigh-quaking orgasm so hard she nearly broke Laura's neck in its crushing finale.

Laura was nearly out by the time Susan finished abusing her face, the old woman panting, her tits spilling out of her suit top, a white mound of wrinkled flesh below her tanned cleavage and neck. She smiled down at the dominated woman clutched and gasping in her wrinkled, muscular old thighs and loosened her grip to let Laura slip out and back, leaning against the hallway wall, sobbing, her face glistening with Susan's cum.

"There now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Susan laughed darkly, standing up to peel off her suit and fold over the crotch of it, kneeling to show Laura the yellow-brown stains there. "Take another whiff of me!"

Laura screamed as Susan held her head in one hand and brutally rubbed the stinky crotch of the suit over her nose, ramming it inside her nostrils where the stench of Susan's cunt and asshole overwhelmed her, at first making her nauseous and then sending white-hot jolts of sexual electricity streaming from her face to her pussy, filling her with a shame she'd never felt before and a passion she fought hard to ignore but could not.

"Let's see how you really feel, bitch," Susan snarled, leaving her suit around Laura's crying face and rudely thrusting her bony old fingers between Laura's thighs, spread and bare in her summery shift she wore, plunging them inside her cunt, making the blonde scream and squirm. "Oh, really? You're so fucking wet, you nasty bitch, don't tell me you don't love all this, you filthy whore!"

Laura's cunt was gushing now as Susan's hand plunged deeper inside, one, two, three and four fingers, twisting madly, side to side, in and out, her thumb curled into her palm, pushing. Susan looked down, watching her old hand slip inside Laura's shaved pussy, the lips spreading until she was nearly wrist deep in her clutching quim. She worked it deeper still, the tendons and muscles of her tanned forearms dancing beneath the old skin. Laura screamed at first but screams gave way to moans and her thighs went slack, opening wide to take in Susan's plunging fist.

"Suck," Susan snarled, pulling her suit off Laura's face, and ramming one of her wrinkled old tits to the blonde's moaning mouth. "Suckle me..."

Laura couldn't stop herself, her lips opening, searching, her tongue lapping the creamy, salty, white flesh of Susan's meaty old tit, finding the nipple, lips closing and sucking, nursing it, moaning madly around it as Susan cradled her sucking face in one hand and continued to fist her hot cunt with the other, the hallway filled with moans, and sloshing wet sounds of sucking and rapid fisting. Susan groaned, her voice thick and hot as she urged Laura to cum on her hand and felt her own orgasm building between her squatting thighs.

Both women came with a grunt and a growl, Laura succumbing to the pure pleasure of being so completely controlled, dominated by the old woman fisting her pussy. She sucked harder on Susan's nipple, pulling it in her teeth, triggering Susan's cum and when both were done, they lay slumped against the wall, panting for air.

"Damn you, damn you, damn you," Laura moaned, eyes closed, her head leaning on Susan's chest as the old woman lay back against the door. "Damn you...."

"Yes, of course, my dear thing," Susan laughed, getting to her feet and grabbing Laura's hair, pulling her up and leading the bound woman down the hall to her bedroom.

There, she stripped the younger woman naked and tossed her into the giant glass-wall shower, where Laura stumbled and fell to her butt on the cold tile. Susan smiled and turned on the steamer, soon filling the space with clouds of moist heat. Laura sat, transfixed, feeling her body erupt in sweat and watched beads of perspiration form on Susan's sexy, sagging body, glistening on that massive gray-haired pussy bush.

Susan walked slowly to Laura, sitting on a granite shower bench built into the wall, lifting a foot and placing it against her face. Laura moaned, inhaling the sweaty crisp moistness of Susan's wrinkled old sole, wanting to hold it, caress it, fondle it, but struggled against the scarf binding her hands behind her. Instead, on impulse, she stuck out her tongue and lapped madly at the sweaty wrinkled flesh at her face as Susan sat back and held up both legs under her knees, watching Laura madly lap from side to side, devouring each nasty old foot, bathing the soles, suckling the heels and licking up and between her filthy soles, feeling and tasting the wet, hot grit and grime. Her pussy flowed between her thighs as she clenched them together, ashamed at the feeling so rapidly overcoming her.

"You nasty little bitch, you LOVE my nasty old feet!" Susan laughed.

She let the moaning blonde feast on her gnarled feet for a few moments longer and then scissored Laura's neck in her meaty calves, drawing her close, watching as she licked her way up those calves and knees, nibbling the saggy folds of her inner thighs, inhaling the aroma that lay higher up, enhanced by the extreme heat of the steam in the shower.

"Smell," Susan growled, pulling Laura's face to her dripping sex, pressing it tight to her and holding the groaning face in place by closing her wrinkled thighs around it, locking her feet behind Laura's head, resting them on her sweaty back. "And drink up!"

Laura moaned with pleasure and sheer forbidden joy as she inhaled the rank vapors from Susan's sopping wet, hairy pussy, spearing the furry lips with her tongue, tasting the sweaty muscular cunt walls inside, the pissy flavor and the unmistakable flavor of sperm, her son's sperm, some of which still lay deep inside Susan's womb and was slowly leaking out into her sucking mouth. The thought of it, of her son's hot cum in her mouth, triggered a most powerful orgasm as she knelt before Susan, servicing the old woman, sucking and lapping as wetly and deeply as she could, clenching her own thighs to squeeze out her own thrashing orgasm, her body twisting side to side, her head clamped in place between Susan's amazingly powerful GILF thighs.

"Here it comes, baby," Susan growled, fisting her sweat-slicked tits in her bony hands, twisting the nipples toward her sucking mouth as she unleashed a red-hot torrent of piss into Laura's trapped face.

The fluid, golden and hotter than the steam enveloping them, jetted directly into Laura's mouth, and it tasted like nectar to her as she gobbled and swallowed and opened her mouth to willingly accept every gushing drop. Susan pissed full force for a solid 30 seconds before the stream dribbled to a trickle, and Laura lapped frantically at the source, sucking out every drop, twisting her head from side to side as best she could in her leggy prison, inhaling the rancid urine stench and sucking Susan's pubic hair as clean as she could.

Susan finally unlocked her legs and Laura slumped back to rest on her haunches, panting for air, feeling the piss on her face, smelling it in her nostrils. She looked at Susan, amazed by the older woman's sexuality and beauty and couldn't believe what she'd just done, and couldn't wait for what else lay in store.

"Please....Mrs. O'Malley...please..." Laura heard herself saying, not sure what she meant, her mind swirling with confusion but her lust overriding her.

"Please what, dear girl?" Susan laughed, standing up. "Please stop? Please more?"

"Yes...no...I don't know, I don't know, I don't know," Laura groaned, letting her head drop to her chest.

"Well, let's find out," Susan giggled, walking to Laura and pushing her face with one foot, knocking her to her back on the steamy shower floor.

Laura watched as Susan stood over her, straddling her face, spreading her wrinkled legs and then slowly squatting, the backs of her thighs quivering as she did, her dimpled white ass drawing closer. Laura licked her lips as she watched Susan's butt cheeks spread on the descent, and saw the pucker of the old woman's asshole wiggle and open, the ridged muscles beyond pink and wet. Susan squatted on her haunches, her feet astride Laura's head and the younger woman watched Susan's rectum pucker, open and wink at her. Desperate for contact, she extended her tongue and felt it brush the exposed, wet meat, hearing her own frantic moans to get deeper.

"I guess that's my answer," Susan giggled, flexing her ass ring tantalizingly close to Laura's probing tongue. "You want my sweaty asshole so bad don't you, you naughty little bitch!"

"NO! YES! GOD HELP ME!" Laura screamed, eyes wide watching Susan's butt ring expand obscenely above her.

"Lick," Susan hissed, crouching lower and letting the moaning woman beneath her drive her tongue deep inside those wrinkled rectal walls. "Lick it goooood..."

She now sat fully on the young woman's face, knees on the tile floor, as Laura drove her tongue inside her butt hole, deeper and deeper, moaning, sucking, licking her way inside, the sounds of her sloshy probing louder than the hissing steam mounting around them. Susan moaned, frigging her hairy cunt with her fingers and now snapping her thick hips back and forth with mounting intensity as she worked toward orgasm. She thrashed madly, dragging her pussy and asshole brutally hard over the face pinned beneath her and bouncing painfully on the hard floor, Laura's tongue extended to be used by Susan's pounding crotch. Her meaty, fleshy ass exploded in a quivering vibration, undulating endlessly in a suffocating wave, slapping at the face pinned in its crushing embrace.

"Fuck yeah, riding you bitch, gonna ride your fucking face raw!" Susan screamed as she crashed through a thunderous orgasm, finally settling fully on Laura's face, trapping it inside her hunching, sagging ass meat and cutting off her air, making the woman thrash and flail for air and finding none.

By the time Susan finished cumming, Laura was nearly out from suffocation. Giggling, Susan lifted her meaty hams off Laura's panting face, now sucking in gulps of steamy air.

"Couldn't...couldn't breathe!" she groaned.

"Oh, I cut off your air!" Susan laughed. "Here, try some of mine!"

With that, she squatted back down, pulling apart her meaty cheeks, opening her asshole wide and forcing into Laura's mouth, where the young woman sucked desperately. Susan grunted and with an evil laugh, let out a long, sibilant fart into that mouth, Laura's eyes going wide at the intrusion of the moist breeze cascading down her throat.

"So nasty of me isn't it!" Susan laughed, farting again and again into Laura's sputtering mouth, hearing the echoes they made inside the moaning woman's cheeks, puffed out with each ripping blast. "Could be worse, I could need to shit! Lucky you, I only need to pee!"

Quickly, she spun around, replanting her lushly vegetated and soaking-wet cunt directly onto Laura's face, squeezing it in her thighs, and moaning as she grunted out a long, steady stream of piss, driving it into her mouth forcing the young woman to swallow the copious golden fluid that seemed to never end. Laura gulped and licked and tried to breathe between staccato bursts of piss, as Susan fingered herself again, cumming and adding her orgasmic gel to the white-hot urine forcing its way down Laura's gullet.

She finally climbed off Laura's face, which was now awash in Susan's fluids and scent and with a dreamy look in her eyes. Susan giggled, watching the younger woman clench her own meaty thighs together, desperate for her own orgasm, and unable to do it herself with hands still tied behind her back.

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