Date: Sat, 16 May 2009 18:36:08 -0400
From: phdshaw@netscape.net
Subject: MOM AND ME  by Bern Shaw

	When I learned in high school that Gandhi drank his piss, I
couldn't wait to rush home to tell my mother.  We lived together, alone,
and were each other's best friends.  I was about 15 at the time and
actually slept in the same bed with my mother.

	"See," she said.  She knew how much I admired Gandhi, we both did,
and she'd been drinking my piss when she got a cold, and she wanted me to
drink hers, or her best friend's, when I got the sniffles.  She insisted
that the two always managed to stop colds with the other's piss before they
ever got started.  [Her surgeon boy friend approved all this and he and I
had been lovers since my 13th birthday.]

	I said okay, and she kissed me, went into the kitchen, raised her
skirt, and pissed into a goblet, filling it.  She gave me one and told me
to fill it too.  Then we sat down on the living room sofa and drank them
fully and kissed, putting our tongues, as we always did, into each others
mouths.  Our noses, we checked, were pretty clean, so we didn't lick out
our snot with our tongues.

	In spite of our pretty total intimacy, we hadn't yet fucked
although we talked about it.  We masturbated one another and we did enjoy
cleaning out each other's assholes with our tongues and fingers.  We were
waiting for her hysterectomy, scheduled for the next month before I could
shoot my sperm into her cunt.  She did swallow my cum and now I guess she'd
be taking my cum too onto her tongue.  [We used all the forbidden words in
the house but not outside.]

	The four of us of us--she, her best friend, Manya, Dick the doctor,
and I--made up our own private circle--but we talked of enlarging it over
the years if, when, and as we met proper pros[ects.  We all wanted to share
our delights, but we knew how careul we had to be not only because of what
we loved to do but also because I was a minor.  We did understand that I'd
become a lawyer in time so as to have a potential internal defender as we
had Dick, our family doctor.

	I'd love to reoport more of the earlier days of our arrangement,
and, of course, of the great later ones, if there's any interest.  Let me
know.  phdshaw@netscape.net