The Waterbearers of St Emilia of Urinaelia

[Vassal 1,471]

Story contains pee drinking, goldenshowers, naughty peeing, light incest (as of now mother/daughter pee drinking/goldenshowers, no plans for direct sexual contact between family)

 

In the early of years of my adulthood I found myself spending a summer with the family of my mother's best friend. Aunt Emilia as she would have me refer to her was a few years younger than my mother, married to man named Kris and together they had three children, the oldest Zachary, middle child Mildred and finally Talia who was my age. I can fondly remember playing with Talia as children before they moved away and almost completely exited my life. I was delighted when my mother offered me the chance to reconnect and spend the summer at their farm in spite of her warnings about Aunt Emilia and Uncle Kris's religious practices. The warning sounded ridiculous and I paid it no heed and laughed it off, I was too excited to reconnect with Talia to care.

As I stepped off the train I scanned the crowd milling about at the train station and recognized Aunt Emilia, still as beautiful as I remembered her. A few grays in her dark short hair and a few lines at the corners of her eyes were all that betrayed her age. She was wearing a t-shirt with a low v-neck and shorts in the heat of the afternoon giving anyone who had eyes a good view of her deep cleavage between her large breasts. Standing next to her was an amply endowed young woman whom I recognized as Talia. She was all grown up indeed, her hair dyed black, with heavy dark eyeliner around her dark eyes capped with thick, black rimmed glasses, wearing fish net stockings, a black sleeveless v-neck shirt an a light flowing black shirt. Talia had gone goth! I tried to turn my gaze away from her bosom straining against the black fabric of her dress, spilling over the top. It was then that Talia picked me out of the crowd and excitedly waved while calling out my name. Hauling my suitcase I was greeted by some long soft hugs and we quickly were on our way to the farm in Emilia's van.

“Oh look at how handsome and tall you've become,” Emilia said in her her deep hug. “I hope you're excited to stay with us, we sure could use the help. While you're staying with us you're family, in fact you can call me Aunt Emilia.”

“I'm just happy to be here, Aunt Emilia,” I replied cheerfully.

“He's the same dorky kid as before mom,” Talia joked, “but so much taller.” I could have sworn she bit the inside of her lip.

During the long car ride we had the usual introductory chat, where I went to school, what my life plans were, do I have a girlfriend, Pretty standard stuff. Likewise I asked Talia the same and was surprised to find out she didn't have a partner, we both laughed over the both of us being single. During the conversation I was surprised to be offered an ice cold beer. I accepted graciously remarking on how hot of a day it was and soon found myself touching beer cans with Talia in a cheers. Aunt Emilia, being responsible, raised a bottle of her homemade iced tea.

It was after my second beer that I realized I was going to need to pee soon. I figured that the two ladies were probably in the same predicament as Talia was finishing up her second beer and Emilia was on her third iced tea and sighed in relief as the sign for “Rest Area Ahead” came into view. I didn't need to go that badly yet but it's always good to go when you can since who knows how far away the next bathroom would be. I was a bit surprised when I saw Emilia pass by the exit. I was about to speak up when Emilia finally exited the highway. By now, however, my desperation had increased with the hope of relief being dashed.

Deciding I should make my need known I spoke up, “Do you mind stopping somewhere with a bathroom? I gotta go.”

“Me, too, mom,” added Talia.

A brief look of horror flashed on Emilia's face before composing her self, “Your mother didn't tell you? Of our religious practices?”

“Oh that you follow orthodox Lavatrian teachings and believe that urine is divine and that the ultimate sacrament to receive it by either consuming or on your body in a holy golden shower?” I said in the blunt way only an adolescent man could produce.

“That's exactly it, cuz,” Talia chimed in, giving me a wink.

“Well I thought Mom was making fun of me,” by now the alcohol was hitting me, “like tricking me into asking if one of you would drink my piss or something.”

“Yeah she would do something like that, but we don't mind if you asked,” Emilia smiled. “Well then, you can either pee here in this bottle or wait until we get home, we're almost there.”

Drunk as I was, I was a bit mortified about the first option. I wasn't about to pull out my cock in front of Emilia and Talia, let alone pee into the bottle my host had handed me, which she was drinking from just moments before. Even if they were okay with it I just wasn't comfortable doing it.

“I can hold it until the farm,” I said.

“Thats fine,” Emilia said, almost disappointingly. “But I must lay out some of the house rules then, we don't have an indoor toilet, only a composting outhouse which can't take liquids to function properly. We instead drink our pee. We don't ask that you do unless you're comfortable but we will want to drink yours. If you aren't comfortable with that then we'll have to send you home.”

I looked at Talia for reassurance and she nodded her head in affirmation and then gave me a pleading look.

I had come so far already and I really wanted to reconnect with Talia and besides I found the whole thing very arousing.

“No, I think I'm cool with that but I will have to ease into it, this is all new to me.” I replied.

“Great! I don't mind if you pee outside while you get used to it for a short while. If you pee inside the house I ask that you do it into a glass and give it to me to drink.”

With those words we pulled up to the house and I knew my relief, how ever the method was soon. By her fidgeting Talia must have needed to really go as well.

“So glad we're finally home,” exclaimed Talia as she bounded out of the car. “I can't wait to show you around the place,” she said to me, with her hand buried in her crotch. “But first, Mom I really gotta pee.”

“Hold your horses, honey, I do too,” Emilia said, “We don't want to overwhelm our guest,” she said pulling my luggage out of the back of the van and handing it off to her daughter. I noticed her legs were squeezed together.“Head into the house Talia, I'll be right behind you.” Turning to me she said, “Feel free to relieve yourself out here, we'll give you some privacy,” she said with a loving smile as she quickly disappeared inside the door.

Finding myself alone I was hit with a wave of desperation now that I was finally able to empty my bladder. No stranger to peeing outside I quickly looked around to make sure the coast was clear before I unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock. I was just drunk enough that I didn't care that I was about to piss all over Emilia's driveway within full view of the house. After several moments of anticipation my stream made its way down my member and out my pee hole in a crystal clear arch splashing on the pavement. Fine droplets sprayed outward from the main puddle as my urine made waves as it started to roll down the slope of the black top. It would be readily apparent to anyone what I had just done but I drunkenly didn't care. Besides I was staying with some self-proclaimed pee drinkers. With that thought I wondered what the mother and daughter were up to and how they were relieving themselves. Were they going to squat over a bowl? Piss standing into a pitcher? Start and stop into some fine drinking glasses? Or... no, they couldn't be doing what was in the most perverted of my thoughts.

My bladder was finally empty and I pushed the last few spurts far out onto the wet asphalt with some loud splats. Tucking my cock back into my pants I made my way into the house. Talia called out to me from what I discovered was the kitchen as she was drinking a mouthful from a large glass filled with a pale golden liquid.

“Is that another beer,” I jested, knowing it likely wasn't, judging from the slight odor of urine in the room. It must be pee. There was even a wet towel heaped on the floor. My cock grew as I imagined my childhood friend holding the glass up to her pussy as the contents of her bladder flowed into the receptacle.

My fantasy was interrupted by Emilia coming into the kitchen behind, “Now, you should know better than that after our conversation in the car.”

“I was only joking, I thought it was pee,” I said, turning to greet her. I noticed she changed her shirt. Emilia was now wearing a low cut spaghetti strap shirt, showing off her bare shoulders and even more of her breasts than her v-neck. She caught me staring, giving a strap a playful tug lifting her breasts with a bounce.

“Somebody,” Emilia said, eyeing Talia, “had some messy aim.”

Talia rolled her eyes. “Like you didn't piss all over the floor trying to get it in this glass, Mom,” she grinned.

My eyes nearly bulged out of my head. Emilia saw my shock, “Why dirty a glass when you can drink directly from the source? I was just too desperate to hold it and wait for Talia to finish and had to pee in the glass. In fact I still need to go.”

Talia finished the last of the warm beverage and handed the glass to her mother. My pants tightened as Aunt Emilia pulled her shorts down to her knees, exposing her snatch to her daughter and I. A tightly groomed arrow of pubic hair directed our gaze to her moist, dark lower lips. One hand pulled apart her lips, revealing the pinkness inside while the other brought the glass inches away from her urethra. Almost instantly her urethra spread open as a hot stream of clear urine gushed out in a neat stream, collecting in the glass while the sound of hissing filled the room. It didn't take long for Emilia to fill the glass, nearly to the brim.

“That's much better,” she said as she brought the glass up to her lips, savoring it briefly as she downed the hot contents in one go. “There's just something about the taste of your own.”

“It helps that the tea you drink makes it taste so delicious,” Talia added, licking her lips. She eyed the bulge in my pants and grinned, “Another beer?”

[Vassal 1,471]

As the three of sat around the kitchen table sipping our bottles of beer I wondered what the hell I had gotten myself into. My childhood friend and her mother were happily drinking each other's piss and Emilia just peed into a glass right in front of us. She didn't seem to care that my eyes were glued to her pussy while sporting on hell of a boner either. Talia didn't seem to mind either. In fact she seemed to be making fun of me for it.

“Does seeing older women pee get you off,” she jeered.

She took a large swig of her beer and a burp escaped. It smelled like beer and pee.

“Yeah, well at least I don't have pee breath,” I countered.

Talia grew red in the face and aggressively downed the last of which produced a burp larger than the first, aimed in my direction. It reeked of piss.

“Oh what fun,” Emilia intervened, “You're both bickering like when you were children. Tali settle down, this is all new to him and he's a virile young man.”

I could feel her gaze on my crotch through the table.

“It is kind of hot,” I replied, drunkly.

The girls smiled.

“That's all part of Urinaelia's love,” said Emilia. “Do you know the founding story of our sect, the Water-bearers of Urinaelia?”

“No, I don't think I do.”

“Good,” Emilia exclaimed.

Talia rolled her eyes, used to her mother's eagerness to spread the good word.

“It all started with St Emilia on Lavatria, in fact.”

I could tell the older woman was proud of her namesake. Talia let out a groan.

“That's an island in the Mediterranean. It was during a prolonged drought that the people of Lavatria were getting desperate for water. The gospel goes that St. Emilia prayed to Lavatria's patron Goddesss, Urinaelia and she answered her in a glowing golden shower. Urinaelia bade Emilia to go to the town square to offer to each passerby her body and mouth as a urinal. Their urine was dark and strong from thirst and she did not chastise those with messy streams.

St. Emilia drank from everyone, men, women and even her own family members but she did not get full. She was soon soaked from head to toe and she thanked each in their turn cleaning up their genitals with her mouth to get every last drop. She only started feeling desperate once the last of her countrymen relieved themselves into her mouth.

Finally when she couldn't hold her pee in any longer she revealed her pussy and spoke to the crowd, telling them to gather up their amphoras, urns, goblets and thimbles and that she would fill each and every one of them. The villagers rejoiced for instead of urine, the jars were filled with warm, crystal clear water. Only when the last receptacle was filled did her bladder fully empty.

The townsfolk thirstily drank from the jars and were overcome with lust and arousal for the water was imbued with Emilia and Urinaelia's love. Soon an orgy erupted in the town square and they shared their holy water with their partners when their bladders were full. When it was done Emilia left for the next village, her belly stuffed with cum. Her tale doesn't end there but I'm sure you now get the picture.”

“It does explain... a lot,” I replied, wondering if the last bit about the Saint being stuffed with cum was really narratively necessary. It certainly was arousing though. “It sure beats a talk about the Latter Day Saints,” I added.

Aunt Emi laughed and Talia looked bored to tears but was fidgeting quite a bit.

“Mmm all that talk about pissing, I gotta pee and I'm thirsty,” Talia said as she scooted forward in her seat. I was shocked to see her grab her empty beer bottle and bring it under the table.

“Are you gonna...” I stammered.

“Of course I am,” Talia growled.

“You can look under the table and watch,” Emilia chimed in, “She's not wearing panties today.”

“Mom!” Talia yelled, but gave me a sheepish look. “You can look if you want to, I don't mind,” she said, embarrassed.

I still couldn't believe my predicament, here I was reunited with my childhood friend and not only was she about to pee into a beer bottle at the kitchen table in front of myself and her mother but both she and her mom were encouraging me to look! I was almost too embarrassed to look, not wanting to seem like a pervert who just wanted to see some pissing pussies but I was horny and a bit drunk and definitely wanted to see some pissing pussies. Besides, it's not like we didn't use to take baths together I drunkenly rationalized.

“I mean, if you really want me to,” I said, trying to play it cool as I swiftly ducked my head to look under the table.

Under the table I was greeted by not only Talia's wide spread legs but also her mother's too. Emilia took the moment to flash me her pussy, obviously as a practical joke to take advantage of my arousal. My mom and her really are best friends. I savored the sight before moving my gaze to Talia. She really wasn't wearing panties but instead had waist high fish net stockings, her pussy was pressed up against the netting and her labia protruded through. My cock engorged when I noticed that she had a ring piercing on her clit hood, it was extremely sexy. Without spreading her pussy she stuck the bottle through a gap in the netting, placing the mouth around her pee hole while her pink lips caressed the head of the bottle. Talia let out a little moan as a hollow trickling resounded in the bottle joined by a low hissing as she expertly released the day's beer into the bottle. It was a lovely sight. It was not long before Talia filled up the bottle and stopped her flow, bringing the bottle away from her crotch. I could see a few trickles of pee escape and roll down her folds, dripping onto her skirt.

I returned upright and grabbed my beer bottle to initiate a cheers. I brushed Talia's bottle with my fingers and could tell it was hot and gulped as I saw Talia bring it to her mouth and drink a long pull.

After draining her beer Emilia stood up and removed a large container with a spigot out of the fridge. It was clear and I could see there was the dredges of a brown liquid at the bottom of the ice. I was very surprised to see her place the container on the floor and pull the top off. She then pulled down her shorts and squatted over the contents of the drinking container and started to noisily pee into the beverage.

“That's how she makes her infamous iced tea,” Talia said, helpfully.

“You used to call it 'iced pee,' remember Tali?” Emilia said, “Even without my own addition it's got some secret ingredients.”

“The secret ingredients are diuretics,” Talia groaned.

“Oh go show him around the house, I need to start dinner, and remember it's your turn to refill this next” Emilia said, turning around as she stood up, giving me a good view of her round ass before she pulled up her shorts.

Talia and I chatted as she showed me around the first floor. Pretty standard set up with a kitchen, dining room and living room with stairs to the second floor. The only thing different was that there wasn't a bathroom. Instead there was a small wet room with just a sink and a shower head on the wall with a drain in the center of the room. Even if you weren't using the toilets, a family of 5 needs at least two showers. Upstairs had the 4 bedrooms and a larger version of the washroom downstairs. This time with a tub at the far wall and an open area with a stool with two shower heads on the wall nexted to a vanity sink. The room was lined with beautiful blue tile. In the wall was a sunken alcove at about crotch height with a small statute of a large breasted woman with a full pregnant belly squatting over a bowl before a larger (waterproof) painting of a naked spritely buxom Goddess with flowing golden curls holding an amphora vase overflowing with golden water. St. Emilia and Urinaelia I presume.

“Mom calls this her prayer chamber,” Talia explained. “It's just the shower and bath,” she said bluntly. “She does wait in here all morning to offer prayer to St. Emilia and Urinaelia which means bathing in our strong morning pee. I'm glad your here for many reasons but you can help me skip it by participating.”

“Oh you don't like pissing all over your mother every morning,” I asked, hardly believing the words coming out of my mouth.

“I mean I like to as much as any Water-bearer but I... uh...” She stammered and grew red again. “Forget it.”

She quickly showed me where her room was. I noticed that the room smelled a bit stronger of pee than the others did.

“Still pink like it used to be, huh?” I stated.

“Shut up, there's nothing wrong with pink,” she jabbed back.

“Didn't think it fit the whole goth vibe,” I replied.

She grew redder but I found I quickly had to cut the conversation short as I was finding I needed to pee.

“Hey I need to go pee, I'm just gonna step outside and...” A crack of thunder and the crash of rain interrupted my sentence.

“Well fuck, now what am I gonna do,” I said.

“Well you could always pee in my mouth,” Talia said sticking a finger to her mouth.

“I... uh... don't think I'm comfortable with that yet,” I gulped.

As I was about to turn to bear the rain, Talia grabbed my hand. “Wait, you can piss in my closet. I've done it all the time since I was little.”

A distance memory of that fact echoed in my head and I found myself being led along to her walk in closet, the floor splotched with dark oblong stains among the uniformly pink carpeting. I stood stupidly facing a corner as I unzipped my fly.

“Are you gonna stand there and watch,” I said with a pang of horror.

“Of course I am, besides it's not like I didn't see it when we had baths together when we were little. I wanna see if it got any bigger,” she drunkenly rationalized.

“Oh I got much bigger,” I said as I flopped out my cock, confident from alcohol and slightly engorged with arousal.

Talia had a big smile. “It really is big,” she said with a bit of her lip. “Go quick,” she said in anticipation, “Mom would kill me if she found out I was having you do this. She hates when I do this, says it's a waste of pee. But it feels so naughty and good.”

Even with her instruction for swiftness it took a while for me to get going. I had never peed with someone watching before and had never peed anywhere but outside or in a toilet before. Let alone in my childhood best friend's closet. It didn't occur to me to just pee in the washroom sink, or the drain or off the covered porch, Talia was right, even the idea of pissing all over her closet carpet felt good.

“Pss pss pss pss,” Talia hissed, now eye level with my cock.

I gave her a smirk but it worked, soon my hot piss was dribbling out the tip of my dick onto the pink carpet. It took a bit more effort and soon a stream was arcing out from my member wetting a line of carpet before splashing on the light pink wall.

“Shit sorry,” I said, directing my stream back down to the carpet.

“No, don't stop,” Talia gasped, “Watching you pee on the wall is so hot.”

I redirected my stream back to the wall and we both delighted in the growing fan shape stained as my piss poured down on to the carpet. By the time my bladder emptied the carpet at the wall was soaked and I fired the last few spurts at the wall with a splash.

I looked to Talia to see how she reacted to me using her closet wall like a urinal and saw that she was holding herself under her skirt. Catching my gaze, we locked eyes and she slowly got down into a squat and pulled up her skirt exposing her parted wet lips straining against her fishnet stockings. I realized I was holding my breath as I waited for the young woman to start pissing over her closet carpet next to me. With a moan Talia's bladder let loose and a thin stream dribbled out between her lips, wetting the carpet below but was cut short by a shout from downstairs telling us that dinner was ready.

“Shit,” we simultaneously exclaimed.

Now I started to see why Talia gave Emilia such a hard time, she had some terrible timing.

I was too entranced by wanting to see Talia pee on her carpet that I didn't realize my cock was now rock hard.

“It really is big,” Talia mused as I was having difficulty stuffing my boner back into my pants.

When we entered the dinning room we found the tables set and a big pitcher of iced tea on the table along with a beer for everyone. The iced tea container was also nearly empty and sitting on the floor.

“Now Talia, before we eat, help me refill the 'iced pee,'” Emilia ordered, stepping up to the container.

“Yes mom,” Talia said, pulling her skirt up into a bunch as she stepped up opposite to Emilia.

I wasn't sure how the two were going to manage to squat down over the container and stepped closer to get a better view. Instead both women used their hands to pull open their lower lips revealing their pink insides. I could see that both were very wet as their urine dribbled out of their pee-holes in anticipation. Talia's stream was the first to escape, probably very desperate after her toilet in her closet was cut short. Her stream was strong and overshot the iced tea container, splattering on the ground between Emilia's legs.

“Watch your aim, young lady,” Emilia said in a motherly tone, “You know I don't like it when you waste pee.”

“Sorry mom,” Talia said with an eye roll, expertly directing her flow into the container with two of her fingers. Her stream was soon joined by another as her mother started to pee all over the ice in the container with marksman precision.

“I hope you haven't been pissing on your carpet again,” Emilia chided.

“No, I haven't, mom,” Talia said, glancing away.

I couldn't help but grow a bit red from embarrassment, it was now that Emilia realized how intently I was watching. “You're more than welcome to join us, I just love it when everyone contributes to the 'Iced Pee,'” the older woman said.

Feeling caught out I stammered, “I... erm, already went. I was going to go outside but the rain and Tal-”

“He peed on my carpet,” Talia interrupted, “It was an emergency, he really had to go.”

“Did he let you watch,” Emilia questioned her daughter.

“Yeah, it was really hot.”

“Well then I guess I can forgive you since you're getting more comfortable peeing in front of others,” Emilia rationalized, but I could detect a hint of pride. “Just don't let it become a habit,” she said giving her daughter an evil look before flashing me a smile.

Soon their streams dwindled and I could see a good amount of pee snaking down their their inner thighs. I was about to ask if they wanted a napkin when Talia took a corner of her dress and dabbed up the wetness, giving good attention to her pussy while Aunt Emilia wiped them up with her hand and licked up the droplets before pulling up her shorts.

Over dinner we discussed the living arrangements and how I was to help in the stables during the day. I was to stay in Talia's brother's old room.

In addition to the beers, Emilia poured herself and Talia a glass of their special brewed “Iced Pee,” I graciously declined.

After dinner was cleared away we still sat at the dining room table, there was a lot to catch up on and plenty of beers. Emilia also forced Talia and I to drink plenty of water to ward away any hangovers.

[Vassal 1,471]

It was still pouring outside, emphasized with the occasional flash of lightning and low rumble of thunder. I had to pee for a while now and was praying that the rain would let up. I pondered trying to send some secrete sign to Talia to ask if I could pee on her carpet again. It didn't help that both women were freely urinating into their drinking glasses under the table when empty. At least the arousal of being allowed to peek under the table and watch in addition to seeing them gulp down the light yellow contents of their bladders staved off my own desperation.

It didn't take a detective for Talia and Emilia to notice my desperation. Soon I found two empty pint glasses placed in front of me while the two women gave me expectant looks. Talia playfully pawed at my arm, “Can you fill me up? I'm thirsty, I want to taste your pee,” she coquettishly cooed. I wondered how much of it was due to alcohol or genuine want.

The remaining part of my brain that wasn't overcome with alcohol or arousal fought hard in weighing my choices. I still wasn't comfortable just whipping out my cock not only in front of Talia again but her mother as well, but still haven't both women not only been peeing freely in front of me. Inviting me to watch and were even wantonly drinking it.

I was going to be living there the whole summer, I reasoned, I might as well rip the bandaid off now. However I was still squeamish about exposing myself and just pissing in front of these two women, even if they were begging me to let them drink my piss. I had two decades and change of decency taboos and potty training to thank for that.

Embolden by alcohol and my hosts lack of inhibition I grabbed Talia's glass to her delight. I wasn't sure of how to do it so I emulated what she did. I drew the glass below the table and with the other hand I hesitantly unzipped my pants.

Emilia leaned over to get a better look and I stopped.

“Oh come on,” Emilia drunkenly rationalized, “its not as if I haven't changed your diapers. Plus I'm sure you've grown since then.”

I gave Emilia a playful scowl and pulled my cock from my shorts and found that Talia had now joined the audience as I placed the head into the glass.

“Its hard to get started with you both staring like that,” I said.

“I know something that would help,” Emilia said, continuing to hiss “Psss, psss, psss.”

That seemed to do the trick and soon a strong stream of piss erupted from the tip of my penis and hit the bottom of the glass, my piss rolling around the bottom like white wine being poured into a pint glass, from a bag, being squeezed. The two ladies started to clap.

Strong shivers of pleasure coursed up my spine from my cock, it felt positively electric peeing in a glass in front of Emilia and Talia.

I waited until the glass was just about half full and cut of my stream and placed the warm glass of piss in front of Talia. Grabbing Emilia's and placing my cock in the glass I started my pee again, stopping around the same spot. I had to be fair of course. I placed it in front of Emilia and the two then held their glasses in the air for a cheers. I grabbed my beer and clinked glasses of my own piss. Emilia and Talia took a hearty swig of my pee as I took a pull of beer. They both sighed loudly like they just took a sip of cold beer.

It was getting late and we all decided to retire to bed. They both hugged me good night and I could smell the piss on their breath, mixed with the beer. Talia gave me a good squeeze, mashing her breasts into my chest, I could feel her hard nubs, did she also have her nipples pierced?

I went to bed thinking about the events of the day. Wondering what the hell I had gotten into. I pissed on my childhood friend's closet carpet and even peed in a glass for both her and her mother to drink. Aunt Emilia is my mom's best friend at that. Not to mention how both women willfully exposed their pussies to him and let him watch them piss into vessels. I was starting to think I was going to enjoy my summer here as I drifted off to sleep.

A crash of thunder suddenly woke me and I was surprised to find it was still in the middle of the night. The rain was beating at the windows, emphasized by flashes of lighting and more thunder. I was marveling at the weather when my bladder emphasized that it was about to have it's own torrential downpour. I exited the bed and went into the hallway down to the bathroom when I remembered where I was. There was no toilet in the house. Neither Emilia or Talia were up and I was desperate to find out where I could go.

I quickly remembered Talia's closet. I peed there before and she says she pees in it all the time, I rationalized. My mind completely skipped over the various sinks and drains around the house, or even just pissing in a glass and leaving it for later.

I quietly knocked on her door and cracked it open, “Talia, can I come in?”

“Mmm what? Yeah,” she sleepily replied.

I quickly and quietly closed the door behind me.

“I gotta pee and was wondering if I could use your closet,” I stated, bluntly.

“Don't, mom will get mad and think I did it. Just pee in my mouth,” she said as she threw back the covers.

The low light caught the metal studs piercing her nipples as I realized she was sleeping completely nude and I cursed the darkness.

I gulped, did she really ask me to pee in her mouth?

“You want me to what?”

“Just pee in my mouth, I'll drink it, well most of it, you gotta go right?”

“What if I make a mess?”

“Don't worry about it, Mom will be thrilled,” she said, “Plus it'll cover up if I wet the bed.”

“If you wh-, oh never mind, I really gotta go,” I said, stepping closer as I pulled out my cock.

I could feel her breath on my penis as she opened her mouth expectantly.

Was I really about to do this, I wondered.

I didn't have to wonder, Talia started hissing “Psss pss psss,” and soon my stream was making it's way down to my penis. My aim was true and I heard my stream filling up Talia's open mouth. She let it over flow down her chin and onto her ample chest before closing her mouth to gulp it down. My stream still strong sprayed her face, splattering her pillow. Quickly she opened her mouth again, catching my stream with the movement of an expert piss drinker. As she closed her mouth I quickly cut off my stream, trying to time it with her swallows.

“Piss on my tits, while I swallow,” she sputtered, between mouthfuls, “Don't stop.”

“As you wish,” I said, now really enjoying giving her a golden shower in her own bed.

I alternated between her mouth and her tits and soon heard a splash and gurgling from farther down the bed. It took me a bit to realize that Talia was pissing. Not only was I giving her a golden shower, she was also wetting the bed!

“Are you peeing the bed,” I asked. My stream now splattering against her stomach.

“Mmhmm, it feels so good and Mom hates it when I do it,” she said with a giggle.

Feeling emboldened I returned my stream to her mouth and as she went to swallow I pissed directly on her gushing pussy.

“Ohh that feels so good, don't stop,” Talia moaned.

Unfortunately my bladder was nearing empty and I could only manage a few more squirts, finishing on her cunt as she lazily gushed into her mattress.

“Thanks for the midnight drink, you feel better,” she asked.

“I do, thank you,” I replied, unsure what else to say I followed up with a meek, “Have a good night.”

As I made my way out of the room I could hear her stream starting to dwindle and went to bed with a raging hard on.

The next morning I woke up feeling quite groggy thanks to all the beer the day before. I started to run the events of the previous day in my head and bolted awake remembering having gone into Talia's room and pissing in her mouth instead of a toilet. Thankfully I remembered that she had asked for it but I still flushd with embarrassment. I was unsure of how things would go when I saw her this morning, also did I remember her wetting the bed?

Not quite remembering there was no toilet in the bathroom I made my way there and entered, having to pee quite badly. I was dumbfounded to enter the room and see Emilia sitting on a low stool in the bathroom, completely naked. She was soaked from the chin down, her heavy breasts glistening in the light and I could see droplets clinging to her short pubic hair above her engorged labia. Talia was behind her under the open shower head, naked body covered in soapy suds. I had a great view of her butt.

“Oh look who's up,” Emilia smiled. “Talia told me you visited her last night. I'm so glad you're getting more comfortable.”

Talia turned around and smiled at me and I could see the suds rolling off her breasts and down her lithe body.

“He missed quite a bit,” she said with a wink, “but I don't mind, I'm so glad you shared your pee with me.”

“Thanks for being there when I needed it,” I fired back, not sure of what else to say. At least she wasn't mad about it. Usually when you drunkenly piss on someone in the middle of the night they're pretty mad.

“I'm sure you need to go now,” Emilia cooed, “Talia just finished her morning golden shower, this is part of my daily prayer to St. Emilia and I would love it if you blessed me with your morning pee.”

I wish I could say by now I wasn't shocked but I was. Here was my mother's best friend asking me to use her as a toilet. I couldn't say that I didn't find the idea enticing. Talia did it so why couldn't I? I'm sure it's a lot of men's perverse dreams to pee on a mother and her daughter.

Fuck it, I thought and pulled down my shorts and took off my shirt, we were in the shower room of course and besides I was the only one clothed. My cock was half erected.

Talia stopped her shower and placed her hands on her mother's shoulders, her large breasts swinging above the older woman's head. Both had their eyes on my cock as I grasped it and held it at ready a short distance away from the pair.

Emilia opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, it was a very enviable target.

“What about if I miss again,” I asked.

“I don't mind, it's called a golden shower for a reason. Just as long as you're sharing it with me. Even if your pee washes over my body you're still sharing your warmth,” Emilia explained.

“I think I understand, so I'm free to pee on your tits?” I asked bluntly.

Talia shot a look that could be jealousy.

“Yes, please do if you want, but first I want to taste your morning flow,” Emilia responded, and swayed her tits from side to side.

With that I signaled my bladder to let go but inhibition still blocked the action. If you were looking in from a window I'm sure it'd be a funny scene, a young man holding is cock before two nude women, one with an open waiting mouth.

Talia once again hissed, “Psss, psss, psss,” and once again my urethra opened up and I started to squirt a stream of piss towards Emilia's face. She expertly moved to catch the stream in her mouth, letting it over flow down her chin, rewetting her breasts. My urine cascaded down her stomach, rolling through her pubic hair before trickling through her folds and falling to the floor of the bathroom as if she were peeing herself. She greedily gulped down the first mouthful and let my hot yellow piss fill her cheeks again. I could tell it was strong and the strong scent filled the room, I wondered how she could stomach it but then I wondered if she had been drinking piss before I was even born.

Her swallows took a bit long now and I took the moments to direct my stream to her breasts. I freely admit that it was very arousing. I watched as my stream splattered off her breasts, the torrents rolling down the curves of her flesh.

Talia reached behind her mother and pushed Emilai's boobs together.

“Aim here,” Talia laughed.

I directed my cock towards the cavity, and we all laughed as my dark yellow piss pooled between her white flesh.

“Talia!” Emilia exclaimed, in mock anger.

With that, Talia let go of her mother's breasts and the pool poured down her body with a splash.

I quickly aimed for Emilia's mouth again to avoid Talia getting yelled at.

“Sadly I think I'm nearing empty,” I said as I started to push out the last few spurts. Emilia closed her mouth and moved her face and head around in the stream, wetting her hair as if my dick was a shower spigot.

My stream died down and I was about to shake off the drips when Talia interrupted me, grabbing my hand.

“Come to the shower, I'll get you cleaned up,” she said, leading me to the shower.

I was surprised when she knelt down in front of me.

“Can I?” she asked.

I nodded, and soon found her hand wrapping around my enlarging cock, with her tongue she delicately licked the droplets from the tip of my cock before engulfing the head with her mouth as she sucked lightly.

“I knew you still had a crush on him,” Emilia jeered. She was standing now, intently watching her daughter suck the pee off my dick.

“Shut up, Mom,” Talia replied, momentarily spitting out my cock.

It doesn't take a brain scientist to know what happened next. I couldn't help but get hard. Talia giggled as she started to resume her blowjob.

Her sucking became more rhythmic as she bobbed her head, forcing my cock in and out of her throat.

Emilia smiled and then turned towards the alcove with the statue of St Emilia set into the wall. Taking her stool she moved it closer and stepped up on it, her crotch was now a bit higher than the statue.

My eyes and my cock grew as I saw what she did next. With both hands she expertly pulled her pussy lips apart and started to piss all over the statue. It was the first time I had seen her not pee into something she was immediately going to drink from. It was very sexy.

“Now that I've received your golden showers, I share that love with St. Emilia and Urinaelia,” she said.

I still couldn't believe my situation, here I was getting a blowjob from a childhood friend, while her mother watched and was pissing all over a statue of a saint. Needless to say I busted immediately. Talia sensing my ejaculation held the tip of my cock in her mouth, letting pulse after pulse of my cum spurt into her throat. She didn't spill a drop.

She stood up and swallowed deeply, licking her lips and I couldn't help but kiss her deeply. Her hand found mine and guided it towards her crotch. Three fingers slipped in easily, she was sopping wet. I pressed her against the wall, pistoning my fingers in and out of her snatch. All the while Emilia was busy pissing on the statue with a big smile on her face.

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I waited and waited, but nothing for him to finally drink Talia's delicious piss nectar. That would be the first thing I would do and keep drinking Talia's piss whenever she needed to pee. I would love to live in a family with these wonderful traditions.

[wetwulf 3,324]

I am so glad you're writing again.

[Savageanbu 34]

I don't normally do this but my favorite part was the late night visit if can find it to add something similar with the mother I'd be ever grateful. Something about waking someone up to a golden shower  is one of my favorite things.

[wetwulf 3,324]

1 hour ago, Savageanbu said:

I don't normally do this but my favorite part was the late night visit if can find it to add something similar with the mother I'd be ever grateful. Something about waking someone up to a golden shower  is one of my favorite things.

That was my favorite part, as well, especially when Talia wet the bed while he peed on her (but, of course, everyone knows I love bedwetting).

[Vassal 1,471]

Thanks everyone!

On 6/1/2024 at 2:15 PM, Savageanbu said:

I don't normally do this but my favorite part was the late night visit if can find it to add something similar with the mother I'd be ever grateful. Something about waking someone up to a golden shower  is one of my favorite things.

I haven't given too much forethought into future installments but this sounds like a great idea!

On 6/1/2024 at 4:11 PM, wetwulf said:

That was my favorite part, as well, especially when Talia wet the bed while he peed on her (but, of course, everyone knows I love bedwetting).

It was too much to resist. I'm liking having peeing being open and accepted with this family but not naughty peeing so it gives me a bit of a range to work with.

[Vassal 1,471]

Chapter 2

“I'm so glad that you're comfortable sharing your pee with us,” said Emilia, pouring me another cup of coffee at the breakfast table. “I hope that any time you need to pee you will find Talia or me to help you relieve your bladder.”

“I should be able to do that. It was a lot of fun this morning,” I grinned, glancing at Talia. She blushed.

“Good,” Emilia delightedly exclaimed. “We're all becoming more comfortable with each other. If you have to go now, would you be a dear and help us make some iced tea?”

I checked my bladder, all the coffee they were pouring did make me have to pee.

“Sure, in fact I have to go now.”

“Great! Talia could you grab the jug out of the fridge?”

Talia did so and then placed it on the kitchen floor, removing the lid and stood on one side of the container, she removed her pants exposing her pierced pussy to her mother and I. She evidently needed to pee as well. My bladder ached as I got up from my chair and joined her at the container and unzipped my fly. It felt a bit liberating to fish my penis out of my fly right there in the kitchen in front of the two women. I wasn't surprised to find Emilia sidling up next to me, already bottomless as the three of us all got in close to pee into the container of iced tea. Our thighs were pressed up against each other and I focused on not getting hard with two beautiful pussies so close.

It was Talia that started peeing first, with her lips expertly spread between two fingers she gushed into the half filled container. Her stream was joined by Emilia's, messily squirting into the ice. It took some concentration but soon my own stream was pouring from the tip of my cock into the drink. We all laughed as I moved my cock side to side, melting the ice with my pale golden stream. Talia and Emilia joined me as the container started to quickly fill up. It neared the top and both Talia and Emilia simultaneously stopped their streams, dripping only a little bit onto the kitchen tile but neither woman seemed to notice. I took that as a sign to stop and cut off my stream.

“Don't forget to wipe, I don't want any more pee on the floor,” Emilia said, eyeing the copious drips rolling off the head of my cock. Talia was already busy wiping up the inside of her thighs and vag with her panties.

“Sorry,” I replied.

“Mom, chill out. Here you can use these,” Talia said, handing me her panties.

I grabbed them, not wanting to offend Aunt Emilia, noting how warm and damp they felt before bunching them up and engulfed the head of my cock. The piss sodden fabric felt heavenly on my most sensitive part as I squeezed out the remnants of my own pee into them. Unsure I handed them back to Talia. She stretched them out showing off how wet they were before sliding them up her legs to my surprise. I tried my hardest not to get an erection.

“Thanks for the ice pee,” Emilia said, pulling up her own jeans. “I'm so glad you contributed. Your pee is going to make it taste great.”

I grew a bit red with embarrassment.

“Talia please show him the chores needed to be done out at the stables.” She then looked at me, “And please if you have to go to the bathroom please come to Talia or myself and we'll help you out. I don't want you waste it on the ground!”

Stepping outside Talia and I made our way to the nearby stable. We let the horses out of their stalls and started to muck them out, changing out the hay, filling up the water and feed buckets. Talia was always quick to point out with great interest anytime one of the horses peed. Particularly the stallions, she seemed mesmerized watching their long flared penises slide out of their sheaths before unleashing a torrent onto the stable floor. I have to admit I was a bit jealous but also relieved that she didn't want to drink any of their piss. She even teased me as I had to jump out of the way of one of the mare's splattering the floor from her behind. By the time we finished it was late into the morning.

“It's already too hot,” Talia said. We were both pretty sweaty.

“Really need some AC in here,” I replied.

Talia laughed, “that'd be way too costly. We usually don't break out the swamp cooler in here until later in the summer.”

“What's a swamp cooler?”

“Basically a fan with some cold water, uses evaporative cooling, like sweating. Speaking of, want to help a girl cool off,” she asked, batting her eyes.

“Sure,” I said, wondering what she had in mind.

“Do you have to pee?”

I was even more curious now. “I could go.”

“Great! Its hard to do when no one is around since mom hates it when I wet myself,” she said as she crouched down in front of me. “What are you waiting for? Pull out that cock!”

I now realized what she wanted me to do. “You mean you want me to pee on you? Aren't you going to take off your clothes?”

“That defeats the purpose!”

“Won't it be hot?”

“That's where the evaporative cooling comes into play, dummy. Now are you gonna pee on me or am I going to have to wet myself?”

I still couldn't believe what I had gotten into but didn't want to let her down, I'm sure Emilia would give us both an earful if she found out Talia wet herself and I just peed on the stable floor.

I fished my cock out of my pants and pointed it at Talia, realizing that she was wearing a low cut white t-shirt showing off her cleavage. I suddenly wondered if she had a bra on. “There's one way to find out,” I thought as my stream started to flow right into the crevice of her breasts. Talia bit her lip as my clear urine flowed down between her breasts, wetting the white shirt as my stream splattered her chest. I moved my stream across her ample chest and the fabric darkened and clung to her flesh as waves of my piss cascaded down her body.

I now had my answer as to whether or not she was wearing a bar as her brown aerolas and nipples were on prominent display through the now transparent cotton. Leaning back Talia now pushed out her crotch which was glistening with my effluence and I directed my stream to her clothed pussy. Her front was completely soaked.

“Hold on, get my back,” she as she turned around.

I spent the remainder of my pee on her back, watching the piss soaked cotton cling to her tight waist as the fabric of her jeans got darker as it washed down her butt.

“Much better,” she sighed as I pushed the last few spurts out on her to ass.

She stood up and was absolutely soaked. The only fabric that was dry was the legs of her jeans.

“It's already working, wanna see,” she said as she grabbed my hand and placed it on her wet clothed breast.

She was right, even though my piss came out hot, her shirt and boob were already cool to the touch.

“Do you want me to cool you off too,” she asked.

I was hot, but the thought of being soaked in pee for the rest of the day didn't sound too pleasant at the moment.

“I'm not that hot,” I found myself saying.

Talia pouted, “Well let me know, but I gotta go real bad. Don't tell mom but this is how I do it when I'm alone.”

She sighed and a hissing sound started to emanate from her crotch as the darkened fabric started to glisten. Tendrils of her urine started to descend down the dry legs of her jeans. I was amazed as the flow wrapped around her legs joining the stains on her butt.

“Seems like you had it all figured out by yourself,” I said.

“Mmm, yeah but it's so much more fun if it's from another person,” she replied.

“I'll say so,” I said, finding myself growing erect from the stimulation of having just pissed all over her and watching her piss herself.

Talia noticed the tent growing in my shorts and grinned, licking her lips. I was about to ask if she wanted to suck me off again but was cut short by a call for lunch from the house.

“She has the worst timing,” we both said simultaneously and laughed.

Talia finished up with a few more spurts in her pants and we walked back to the house.

“I see you two had some fun,” Emilia said, greeting us as we sat down to lunch. Her daughter still soaked from our piss and her shirt still clinging transparently to her chest.

“He was just helping me cool off, mom,” Talia replied, rolling her eyes.

“Well I'm sure you both feel much better then,” her mom replied, beaming.

Looking at me she batted her eyes and said, “After lunch do you think you could cool me off too? I have to organize the loft in the barn and it's so hot up there.”

“Sure thing,” I said choking on my water.

Lunch was rather short but all three of us drank plenty of beverages, I was still sticking to water but the two ladies drank many glasses of the “iced-pee.” Enough that Aunt Emilia squatted over the container to refill it with her bladder while Talia and I did the dishes.

“Aunt Emilia, I need to pee,” I said as I handed the last dish off to Talia to dry.

“Ok honey, come over here,” she replied.

Drying off my hands I went over to Emilia, still crouched over the jug of iced-tea, her jeans pulled down just enough to free her pussy as she was still busily going to the bathroom in the jug. She spread her legs a bit more to give me a good view of her gush.

“Now try to pee all over me and not the floor,” Emilia instructed, pulling down her shirt to give me a good target.

“Don't worry mom, I'll help,” Talia said as she slid behind me. I could feel her piss sodden body press up against my back as she started to unzip my pants and pulled out my cock, pointing it at her mother.

“Psss psss pss psss,” she hissed in my ear.

This was enough for my bladder to let go and I felt my urine escape and course through my cock and Talia's delicate hold. Her aim was off and my stream flowed out onto the floor just in front of Emilia, splashing our feet.

“Talia,” Emilia cried.

“Don't worry mom, I'll clean it up,” Talia replied, moving my dick up causing my stream to hit the exposed crotch of Emilia's jeans before hitting her naked pussy as she moved it up her mother's body.

I felt like I was in heaven, having a beautiful girl hold my cock as I was peeing all over another beautiful woman, her mother in fact! I thanked whatever God or Goddess allowed me this lucky break. My stream was making it's way up Emilia's shirt, darkening the white fabric as Talia finally got to the open neck where Emilia was exposing her cleavage.

By now my stream was in full force and cascading down Emilia's body. I could see the waves of hot piss flow down her bare stomach trickling down into her lower folds before draining, mostly, into the open ice-tea container. Like her daughter, I soon found that Emilia wasn't wearing a bra either as her shirt became transparent and clung tightly to her hardened nipples.

Talia noticed too and directed my stream, hitting each nub full force before moving it back down her mother's stomach and sprayed her bunched up pants once again. There was quite a splatter and a lot ended up on the floor. Talia then directed the stream onto her mother's engorged pussy. We all pouted as my stream started to dwindle and in it's lacking intensity fell onto the floor. Quickly Emilia leaned forward and caught the dying stream with her open mouth before only a few droplets rolled down the slit of my head.

“Thanks for the drink too,” Emilia said, licking her lips, “Can I clean you off?”

Unsure of what to expect I agreed and was surprised to find Emilia leaning forward to give my cock head a quick lick before wrapping her lips around the tip sucking out the remainder.

“Mom!” Talia cried.

“Oh you've already cleaned him up,” Emilia chided as she stood up and with a bit of difficulty pulled up her soaked jeans around her soaked bottom.

“Now make sure to clean up this mess before I'm done in the loft.”

Talia defensively held my cock as we watched her mother leave the room. She was quite soaked and her wet jeans clung beautifully to her shapely ass.

I looked down at the floor and there was a bit of puddle on the kitchen tile. I only then noticed that my cock was fully erect in Talia's hand.

“Good, now that she's gone we can a little fun,” Talia said, giving my cock a good squeeze before letting go. I tried to tuck it back in my pants but Talia stopped me, “You can keep it out.”

She quickly slid off her damp pants and dropped them into my puddle on the floor and grinned
as she embraced me and we locked lips, my erection rubbed against her damp piss sodden shirt. My hand wandered down her body and found it's way to her waiting pussy. My fingers explored her folds before easily slipping into her warm vagina.

I started to move my hips, rubbing my cock, lubricated with her mother's spit against the slick surface of her toned stomach as we furiously made out. Talia moaned as I rubbed her hard clit as she caressed my ass and pumped my cock with her other hand. It didn't take long for her to cum, her pussy clamping around my fingers. Soon after my cock erupted shooting white ropes up the inside of her shirt and dribbling onto her bare stomach.

“Now for the fun,” she said, as she squat down over her jeans on the floor and my piss puddle.

She playfully lifted up her shirt exposing her breasts splattered with my semen, “Mmm, you sure came a lot, even after this morning.”

Even after all I've seen with this family I was still shocked at what came next. Talia spread her lips open and was now pissing directly on to her jeans and the floor. A loud hissing filled the room as her urine splashed on her jeans which struggled to absorb it all.

“Nothing like a good piss after a good cum,” she cooed.

Her jeans reached their saturation point and soon the puddle around her started to grow, slowly creeping out around the wet mess. As if that wasn't enough she leaned back and peed a long arc into the kitchen, waving her hips side to side to pee over as much of the floor as she could.

I found I had a little left in my bladder and since my cock was already out I let out a small stream onto the floor between her legs.

“I knew I liked you,” she grinned as her stream started to lazily fall back in intensity.

When we were done we grabbed some towels and mopped up our piss as best we could.

“Mom should be done soon, we should go to the pool,” Talia said loading the towels into the washing machine.