Johnny's Story

[Brutus 2,110]

Johnny's Story

 

I remember in my teens fully realizing that my mom is a very attractive woman. No incest urges or anything like that, just acknowledging that she's quite a head-turner. Think of the actress Julianne Moore with blue eyes and a more curvy build and you pretty much know what my mom looks like. She's close to fifty now and still gets plenty of looks from guys of all ages so you can imagine when she was in her prime. I used to wonder if all those guys would still be so attracted to her if they'd heard her loud peeing every day and had the misfortune of walking into the bathroom and meeting her piss floating in the toilet that she forgot to flush. By her own admission she's forgetful and there have been numerous occasions since I was little that I went into the bathroom and there was her dark-yellow, foul-smelling pee left behind, with a wad of tissue soaking in the bowl. If I ran into her morning surprise, I could smell it as soon as I stepped in the bathroom. So basically I've seen a lot of my mother's pee. When I was a kid, I asked her why it's always so yellow and smelly and she chuckled, telling me that she hated drinking water and knew how bad it often looked.

So why all the talk of pee anyway? It's not necessarily an exciting topic for most people. The point of the first paragraph is to provide contrast, of me not really being affected one way or the other by women peeing, to the day I was affected, for worse. It happened when I was ten and came home from soccer practice after school one day, got to my room and found my goldfish Teddy, dead in his tank. My Uncle Pete had given him to me as a birthday gift four years prior, since he knew I was into sea creatures. Teddy was just floating motionless. I started crying and went downstairs to tell my mom. She was in the kitchen starting dinner and got concerned seeing my tears. The look on her face instantly straightened when I told her that Teddy was dead. She never really cared for him, I think because of the rocky relationship with her brother. She was always the smart one, with her head on straight. Uncle Pete on the other hand, was the “screw up” of the family according to her, the drifter who hopped from place to place and couldn't hold a job. She was embarrassed by him, so anything he gave me was tainted in her mind, a blemish on her successful life. 

She usually cuddled me whenever I was upset, but not this time. She rolled her eyes and said “Oh Johnny...you and that damn fish” as she sipped her wine and walked past me up to my room. I followed her and she went to grab Teddy from his tank. I wanted to bury him outside but she refused, saying that I wasn't messing up her pretty yard. Her next words were “It's going down the toilet, I need to pee anyway.” I couldn't believe that was the primary thing on her mind. It felt wrong but I asked her to at least flush him first. She didn't reply and strolled out of my room, down the hall to the bathroom with Teddy hanging from her fingertips. After she went in, I approached and stood by the door, hoping I'd hear the toilet washing him away before anything else and that she wasn't actually gonna pee on him as she seemed to intend. But what did I hear? Her moaning in pleasure as the familiar sound of her hard stream sprayed into the toilet. I told myself no, no she just laid him on the sink first and would lay him in clean water after flushing her pee. As usual, her stream was strong and noisy as the seconds passed, but then she moaned again and her pee started raging much harder like a water pipe busted open. I'd never, ever heard her gush that damn hard. She was completely flooding, like it was her first pee since morning or something. Then finally after at least twenty agonizing seconds, she was done.

She flushed and came out sighing in relief, with this satisfied look on her face. I asked her why she peed on Teddy first and she said to me, “Well, you wouldn't know I did if you hadn't been standing right here like a little pervert listening to me while I'm taking a piss.” Then she told me to get ready for dinner and set the table, and that she was through discussing “Eddie.” Yeah that's what she called him. She went back down to the kitchen and I never mentioned him again, not even to my dad. I'm grown and over it now but still, I just wish she hadn't acted like such a...bitch about it. To this day, when I sometimes hear my girlfriend Sara peeing, it reminds me of the day I saw the colder side of my mother for the first time. It's automatic. I just imagine myself as Teddy, laying in the toilet, maybe still barely alive, looking up at a huge human ass and pussy seated right above, spraying all over me. Thing is though, it's weird because there is somehow a part of me that has always liked hearing Sara peeing. It's so screwed up.

 

 

Edited July 30, 2019 by Brutus

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3 minutes ago, peeingone said:

That was pretty hot Brutus Keep posting more such stories! 

Coming soon!

Thanks

Edited July 30, 2019 by Brutus

[spywareonya 37,913]

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Cruel and deep

Almost spiritual

A trip to the fringes of the human emotions

 

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5 hours ago, peeingone said:

@spywareonya I agree with Your first and last statement about this story but I don't get how this is spiritual. 

Everything which takes us to the fringes of human emotions is spiritual

Then people can master them or be ruined

 

There is evil, which is pointless cruelty, and there is the Dragon

The Dragon is a force so stressfull that skins your soul bare, people can realize it's a test, or see it as an unjustice by Chance or God

It seems cruel, but its undertone is to make you grow up and know yourself, not plainly damage you

It's almost impossible to understand the difference on a technical stance, let's say it's the difference between playing a videogame where you play a serial killer so that you can exorcise your dark side, or doing that for real upon girls who did not deserved anything of the like

 

Evil wants you to fall to anxiety, greed, envy, fear, hatred

The Dragon wants you to face those extreme emotions that can ALSO usher these negative energies, so that you learn to remain morally firm before the temptation to give up

 

We all have cruelty inside us. Learning to control it means to become adult. Being controlled by it means to become evil

 

Brutus's stories focus a lot on cruelty, because he wants to exorcise these emotions instead of keeping them under silence

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@spywareonya I do like crafting cruel women and getting down into the guts of human feelings. 

With this one, I was thinking of something about a guy being a reluctant fetishist due to something emotionally traumatic from the one person he never imagined would cause it, still denying how it's affected him. And the mother having just a brief moment of imperfection due to her own unexplained past, that affected her young son in ways she failed to foresee. 

So this one was intentionally less "hot" because I came at it with a focus on emotions, with peeing on the periphery. I'm not always focused on pure arousal. Just making sure to keep each story fresh in some way.

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12 hours ago, Brutus said:

So this one was intentionally less "hot" because I came at it with a focus on emotions

But it's what made this the hottest ever!!!