Date: Mon, 10 Oct 2016 15:08:00 +0200
From: reinkaosinnzzestuos@web.de
Subject: The Golden White, Part 1

A couple months ago a rather unusual thing happened to me and I would
really love to tell you all about it. I'm not quite sure why, but on the
other hand... why not?

So, where to begin?

Well, let's get all the basics out of the way first. My name is Annika, I'm
two months shy of turning 17 and I live with my single mother in a not too
small apartment in the inner city of Stockholm, the capital of Sweden.

Our place is located right around the corner of Stureplan, a high-end part
of our city that is usually flooded with all the rich kids and the bold and
the beautiful of Stockholm.

My father's not in the picture anymore as he chose to leave my gorgeous
mother for another woman. The best, as in worst, thing of all is, that it
wasn't even some younger chick, but a friend of mom's. Anyhow, he got out,
we kept the apartment, and the divorce was settled. That was three years
ago. He actually got his new lady pregnant and then, as a new and happy
family, moved out to Täby, a small town located 15 kilometers northeast
of Stockholm. We both haven't seen him since, which is fine by me, because
we are living the good life.

My mother is 44, she has long brunette hair, she's about 175 centimeters
tall and weighs I don't know how much. Why would I? I can tell you this
much: she's going for a run two times a week, hits the gym on two other
days and regularly plays tennis with her girlfriends. So she's athletic but
not like a pro, she's got all the curves in all the right places. I do know
her bra size though, which is a 36D, because I checked once when I went
through her drawers in search for something to wear before going out
partying.

Her name is Zara by the way and she's just the best. Almost all of my
girlfriends think she's the coolest, and knowing all of their moms I'm
inclined to second this notion. Don't get me wrong, I actually like all my
friends' moms, because they're all nice and friendly and welcoming, but in
the being cool and more like friend than a mother department, my mom
definitely takes home the prize.

Did I mention yet that I think she's a lesbian? No? Well, there you go. Why
do I think that? Well, for one she hadn't had one guy over since the
divorce. I agree, that in itself wouldn't qualify at all to row all across
the other side of the pond, but when her girlfriends are around, they're
always really touchy-feely with each other. They're trying to hide it from
me, but I'm not an idiot and I know what I'm seeing.

Oh, that's still not convincing you say, well, then how about that: I saw
her make out with two different girls on two different occasions. The first
time was actually with one of my friends. Last year we threw a New Year's
party at our place, a lot of people were there, girls, boys, women and men,
friends of mine and friends of my mother. At two o'clock in the morning the
whole crowd had already thinned out, but there was still a party going on
and several people were dancing in pairs, like my mother and this friend of
mine, one actually both mom and I have known since I was three years
old. It wasn't a slow dance though since house music was playing, but at
one point my mother and my friend started to kiss. No quick peck on the
lips, nope, it was a proper French kiss that was going on right there.
Alright, it didn't last too long, but it was a deep, sensuous kiss shared
between two women.

I enjoyed the view as did several other people, but we never talked about
it, and why would we? It was during a New Year's party and we were all
pretty drunk. My friend however, during another night of partying, told me
that my mother was a great kisser. But that was that and I didn't even give
it another thought.

The second incident however left a more significant imprint on my mind.

Two months ago we had two of her girlfriends over. My mother loves to cook
and share a meal with other people, so a lot of these gatherings are
happening at our place, which I absolutely love, because pretty much all of
her girlfriends are really cool and quite amazing to look at I might add.

One of those friends is called Åsa who just turned 40. I know because my
mother and I were invited to that particular birthday party, which of
course was a lot of fun. What does she look like? First off she's got a
really stylish hairdo as her brown hair is cut really short at the back and
on the side, but gradually grows longer moving to the top, ending in a
spectacular quiff that falls just perfectly across her forehead. I love
it. I actually want to try it once, but I'm not quite ready to part ways
with my long hair.

I know Åsa pretty well myself, because she owns a boutique in Gamla
Stan, the Swedish name for Stockholm's Old Town, which features really
stylish women's clothes and I'm having a look around every week, sometimes
even every day of the week. But my girlfriends and I or mom and I love just
hanging out there, because Åsa also serves coffee, accompanied by
Stockholm's tastiest Kanelbullar, a typical Swedish cinnamon sweet or wine
and smörgås, which are fancy Swedish sandwiches.

Oh, and she's a full blown lesbian so to say. She told me once that she
never had any sexual experience with a man whatsoever. Yes, we are close
like that, so we're also friends I guess.

The other friend who visited on that particular evening is called Anette.
She's also 40-something, married and the mother of one of my best friends
actually. She's right about my height, which would be 171 centimeters,
she's got long black hair and I would guess a 34C bra size. She does not
own a shop where one could hang out, but she's a stay at home who takes
care of three children as my friend has got two younger brothers.

So, this was a mid-week gathering and I had to go to bed at one point
eventually because of school the next day. As always it turned out to be a
really fun evening with great food and some saucy conversation topics here
and there.

Usually I have got a bottle of water near my bed, but that night I
hadn't. I ate a little too much so I woke up thirsty at around half past
twelve. Absentmindedly at first I made my way to the kitchen. In order to
get there one has to pass the living room. As I got closer I could hear
music playing. It was an old Lena Philipsson song but I couldn't quite make
out which. My mind still wasn't quite in the right place so it took me a
moment or two to finally process what I was actually looking at.

At first I didn't even know that I came to a halt, but I was, and there
they were, sitting on the couch with their eyes closed as they had their
arms wrapped around each other and were kissing ever so sensually.

You're probably thinking: the other woman has to be Åsa, the lesbian we
learned about a couple moments ago.

Well, if you thought so, you're wrong, because my mother was actually
making out with Anette, one of my best friend's mother.

I was standing behind another couch a couple meters away, looking at them
in a direct angle, and even though the room was dimly lit, I could
basically see everything that was happening. They both were yet fully
clothed, my mother wearing jeans and an orange V-neck sweater that actually
showed quite a bit of cleavage, while Anette was wearing light brown khakis
and a pink-white striped blouse. Since it was a late spring evening they
were both barefoot the whole evening.

At this point, as you know, I've already seen my mother making out with a
girl once, but this was different. They might have had one glass of wine
too many, but they weren't wasted like my mom was on New Year's Eve. They
clearly knew what they were doing right then and right there. And I knew
too.

And I enjoyed it. No, I really enjoyed it, it was of such glorious beauty
it's hard to describe, but let me tell you this: it was the most beautiful
thing I had ever seen up to that moment in my life.

But suddenly it was all over. A phone rang. Well, it was her husband,
obviously asking where she was. Immediately I snapped out of my trance like
state and fell down to the floor in order to hide behind the couch.

Good thing was neither one of the two saw me crouching there when they went
out of the living room, so I hurried back to my room.

I was still thirsty though and hearing the door to the apartment close I
just walked to the kitchen again where I ran into my mother. We had a brief
conversation and I could see her blushing and still deep in thought as it
seemed.

Upon returning to my room I took a sip from the water bottle, put it down
beside my bed, lied down again and tried to go to sleep. To no avail of
course as I was constantly looking at what I just saw a couple minutes
earlier. Hesitant at first I finally gave in and masturbated myself to
sleep while thinking about my mom kissing my friend's mom in the living
room.

You probably ask yourself if that is the unusual thing I told you about
right at the beginning. If so, let me tell you again that it isn't.

Secondly, some might be pondering the question about my own sexuality. Even
if you don't, I'll tell you anyway: I'm not a lesbian, at least not in the
truest sense of the word. What the hell does that mean? Well, I had sex
with boys, came to agree with myself that I don't care for it, but at times
I still feel this certain kind of attraction towards a particular man.

I acted on this attraction one more time, which was about nine months
ago. While out partying my friends and I crossed paths with a couple guys
and one of them was really cute. After talking to him for a while it turned
out that he wasn't all too shallow either and we had a nice conversation.
To cut a long and boring story short, later that evening I found myself at
his place. We were making out and stuff, meaning I touched his cock and
even took it in my mouth, which was fine, not great though, but fine and we
kept moving things forward until he was about to enter. When his private
first touched mine it was basically over. I let it go a little further,
just to be sure, but then I realized this had to stop.

He was really cool about it as I explained myself. After getting dressed
again we actually took a night cap and talked a little more before I
finally made my way home.

I've got actually no idea when this whole I'm-also-liking-girls thing
developed, it just did. The thing is though: I only had sex with a girl
once. This experience however was by far the best I ever had up to that
point.

I didn't really want to tell you about it, but I guess it is part of this
whole story, so what the hell, right?

Maybe you have heard about skerries, small rocky islands that guard parts
of the Swedish coastline? What I've learned about them in school is that
they're usually too small for habitation. Stockholm, a port city, has its
very own skerries, called `Stockholms skärgård', and some of the
people living in Stockholm, usually richer ones, have a house on one of
those rock formations, which they will inhabit during the summer
months. Some are actually living there when it's warm outside, others just
go out there at weekends.

Anyway, during midsummer last year a classmate of mine invited all of us to
his parents' house as they were out of town. So we went shopping in the
morning, then took two separate boats and finally got out there around noon
when the midsummer sun was in full swing up in the sky. All in all we were
15 people and this was about to be great fun as we started drinking beer
right away.



The guy whose parents own the house told us later, that his older sister
might swing by as she got home from Uppsala where she's studying medicine.
She was 21 back then and obviously didn't mind that a bunch of teenagers
were partying their asses off.

Well, she really joined us an hour later as she arrived with a backpack
hanging from her shoulders. She greeted us, but some of my friends were
already too drunk to really notice. I was a little tipsy at that point and
still thinking quite straight when I overheard an argument with her little
brother which concerned her room that it was off limits for anyone. She
didn't mind us partying and stuff, but she wanted to be left alone once she
went in there. Her brother agreed, even though I doubted he really could
have followed this conversation in its entirety.

While looking at her I was pondering the question if I had seen her at one
point in my life but decided it wasn't the case as I would have certainly
remembered her.

If you think Swedish girl, she might actually be the one fantasy that would
pop up in your mind.

Blonde long hair, about 170 centimeters tall, full lips shining in the
brightest pink, voluptuous in the front, sassy in the back. She actually
looks a whole like Victoria Silvstedt, without that dumb expression on her
face that is. She was absolutely glorious to look at, and since I already
found myself attracted to girls, I was more than appreciating what I was
seeing.

I sat with three of my girlfriends a little in the black, so she didn't
notice me and I could quite freely admire her whole appearance.

She then went into the house and came out again a couple minutes later.
Gone were her short white khakis, her light blue polo and her sunglasses.
Instead she was wearing a red bikini, which left pretty much nothing to
one's imagination. To say I almost fainted would be a little too dramatic,
but I was stunned by this kind of beauty. Additionally I felt a light
twitch in my pussy, pretty much the first time that happened.

Ingrid, that is her new by the way, kept standing there for a moment and
turned around to see what's going on with us. Now all four of us were
staring at her. Even a straight girl had to be awed by her beauty. She
smiled at us, turned around and went off to the landing stage from where
you can jump into the sea and take a swim.

I think a couple minutes passed when out of the blue I decided to get up
and go after her.

When I got there I could see her right away. She was a couple meters out in
the water and had her back turned to me. I took a few steps on this wooden
landing stage and suddenly came to a halt when Ingrid turned around and
began swimming back to shore. She didn't see me at first I think, but when
she did, she smiled at me, greeting me with a simple `Hello there'.

You have probably figured out by now that I'm not the type of girl who
freezes easily or doesn't know what to say, but that was one of those rare
moments. I just couldn't move, couldn't say anything in return. I just kept
looking at her like a creep, following her every move. When she reached the
landing stage she was out of a sight for a couple minutes, but then
reappeared while climbing up the ladder out of the water. Again I took in
every move she made and then she finally stood there at the edge of these
wooden planks.

"Care to join me in the water?" she asked me.

I don't know how much time passed by until I regained full control of my
speaking abilities, but when I did I told her that I would, I just had to
go fetch my bikini which I had left back in the house.

Well, I had already watched a few lesbian porn movies back then, and I
could have sworn I had already seen one that started out exactly like
this. But this was happening in real life as Ingrid, without saying another
word, started to undo her bikini until she stood there in all her naked
glory.

She turned around and jumped back into the water. I couldn't see her at
first so my eyes wandered to the place where she was standing and I looked
at her two bikini pieces.

`Come on, don't be such a prude!" she shouted at me and waved her hand,
motioning I should join her already.

My speaking abilities subsided once again due to my trance like state I was
in, but somehow I just started to unbutton my jeans shorts, took off my
T-shirt, stripped out of my black panty and bra and walked to the edge of
the landing stage.

When I hit the water I regained my fully consciousness and I could feel the
water on my bare skin and right between my legs. Given the heat that still
radiated from the sun that alone would be a heavenly experience, but
additionally I could look at Ingrid's face as water glistened on her skin
and her long blonde hair had grown a little darker due to being completely
soaked.

She was just two meters away when she swam up to me and without touching me
anywhere else kissed me on the lips. It was rather innocent than anything
else and it lasted only a couple seconds, but it was electric and as
electricity does, her lips touching mine sent jolts of excitement down my
spine.

After our lips parted ways she smiled at me, turned around and swam to
shore.

The wooden landing stage reached about three meters into the open water and
she swam right underneath, turned around again and gestured me to follow
her. And so I did. When I swam under the landing stage she had already
reached shore and was standing there with the water reaching up to her
navel. Given the sight of her beautifully shaped tits it was quite
astonishing that I was able to keep swimming instead of drowning out of
pure amazement.

When I could feel the ocean ground under my feet I started to wade in her
direction until we actually stood face to face with our lower bodies still
engulfed by the Baltic Sea.

Neither one of us said one word. I couldn't and she didn't need to as I
suddenly felt her hands caressing my face and drawing me closer into her.

`No one had me ever touched like that' I could hear myself thinking when I
felt her lips on mine and the softness of her mouth was mind numbing and
made my whole body tremble.

For a moment we just pressed our lips together, but after a while I could
feel her lips open up a little. My reaction was to lay my hands on her hips
right above her ass so I could get a little closer.

That was definitely good thinking on my part, because when I felt her
moistened tongue move past my lips that tremble had grown into a shiver and
I thought my knees would give in any moment. In order to not let that
happen, the fingertips of my left hand reached her spine and I brought my
whole body closer to her and I could feel her boobs pressing ever so softly
into mine. My right hand meanwhile wandered down a little and I could feel
myself grabbing her left butt cheek. Just a little, not too forceful, but
again this softness was almost too much to bear.

We stood like that, kissing and groping, for I don't know how long, but
eventually she would break it off. She looked serious, but also
mischievous, then gracefully dived back into the water. I kept standing
there just looking after her.

"If you haven't passed out let's say in two or three hours, you can join me
in my room" she then said in a really casual tone, that threw me a little.

And with that she swam to the ladder of the landing stage and got out of
the water.

Struck with lust and desire I kept standing where we kissed just moments
ago and I still couldn't move, my eyes now gazing at the horizon and the
sun that wasn't about to never set on this midsummer day.

Back at the house, fully clothed again, I couldn't think about anything
else and wasn't really paying much attention to anything the others would
bother me with. As all of them now were too drunk to really notice, no one
realized that I was only drinking water.

If you experienced this kind of evening, when you're the only one sober
surrounded by drunk people, you know what these hours were like, but since
my mind was going in circles pondering what could happen soon, I didn't
care much.

When only five of us were still standing as in sitting crouched except for
me, I finally made my move and went into the house. I didn't see Ingrid
since she got out of the water earlier, and I didn't even dare to search
for her, I didn't want to upset her, so that she wouldn't meet me later.

That moment had finally arrived and I made my way up the stairs. I didn't
know which one was her room, so I began opening one door after the
other. The only thing I saw so far were passed out classmates in different
states of alcohol induced contortion. Maybe it was the excitement that got
me, but when I got up there I didn't realize that light crept out under one
door, which had to be Ingrid's.

And it was.

I pressed down the handle, opened the door ever so slowly and stepped into
the room.

There she was, lying in her bed tummy up, wearing pink panties and nothing
else.

Odd detail here: she was reading a Liza Marklund crime novel when I
entered. I have absolutely no idea why I noticed this, maybe because I like
those too, but it's still crazy that I would even look at this kind of
thing when I was presented by this almost unfathomable beauty.

From that moment on everything that followed until morning happened pretty
much in a state of ecstatic trance. The kissing, the caressing, the
groping.

Just feeling her warm skin against mine would have been enough, but there
was so much more.

I undressed in probably under a second and then lied down beside her. She
had also taken off her panties.

Like I said, the sensation of feeling her naked skin pressing against mine
would have been enough for me, but before I could think about this more,
our kissing resumed right where it left off earlier that day.

A minute in or so she rolled over and before I knew it I was on my back and
she right on top of me as her boobs pressed ever so softly into mine as I
felt both of our nipples getting harder and harder.

Both our tongues were now engaged in a dance of erotic lust, circling and
probing each other without ever wanting to let go. Our lips pressed
together as we breathed into each other's mouths.

Ingrid then lifted her upper body a little and began caressing my boobs
with her hands. Mine are not quite as big as hers or my mothers, but
they're almost a handful and she cupped them several times in her delicate
hands, while pinching my nipples, letting them roll between her fingers.

Her room was lit by a bed lamp, so she could obviously see my lusting eyes
that couldn't draw away from her magnificent boobs and protruding and now
fully erect nipples. When Ingrid moved her whole body forwards I could feel
her wetness sliding across my belly and for a moment I thought I was
passing out again.

As of now I only rested my hands on her thighs so I let them wander to her
backside and grabbed both her ass cheeks tightly, pushing her a little
closer into me. She then lowered her chest again until her left nipple
touched my upper lip. As she pressed her boob further into me my lips
parted more and more. Now my tongue circled around this still hardening
piece of her body while I tried to suck the boob completely into my
mouth. I failed but I tried and I tried, breathing solely through my nose
now.

I could also her Ingrid's breath as it grew deeper and heavier. One of her
hand rested on my shoulder when I suddenly felt the other one cupping the
back of my head, lifting me a up a little, pressing her boob even deeper
into my mouth. When I finally let go of the one tit I quickly moved on to
the other.

If it would have been solely up to me, this could have gone on forever, but
at one point she gently moved her boobs away from my mouth and slid a
little further down, once again gracing my belly with her innermost juices.

We kissed again, and kissed, and kissed some more. At times it felt like we
would actually eat each other up with our tongues even unable to move
because of the closeness.

Ingrid then made her way down and started to kiss my boobs, blowing hot air
on my nipples before letting one by one slide into her warm and fiery
mouth. During all this my nipples got so hard that I thought they could be
in danger of exploding in her mouth.

She then kissed my underboobs, my belly, and upon feeling her pussy juices
on my skin she licked them right off of me.

And then the gates of heaven opened up.

When her lips and tongue first touched my pubic mound I could feel my juice
oozing out of me.

What followed next I cannot really describe, because I was actually in
another state of mind.

Her lips on my pussy, her tongue inside of me, my pussy lips being sucked
into her mouth, I could feel it, I could savor every moment of it, but it
was too much to take in for me to recreate it in my own words.

Basically I was in heaven.

After I came a couple times we were switching positions, not like you might
think, but to be lying there with my head resting just above her boobs, her
left arm wrapped around me, caressing my back ever so gently. When she
started to kiss my forehead I pulled myself closer and felt her grip
tighten around my body.

And then I fell asleep.

Well, all this happened over a year ago but of course I could still kick
myself for not staying awake. I guess the excitement and the level of
sexual release she gave me was just too much.

Ingrid seemed to understand though. As I woke up the next morning she was
already up, sitting at the desk on the other side of the room. When she
heard me move in her bed, she turned around and smiled at me.

"Good morning sweetie" she said to me.

I could already feel the wetness between my legs.

She was wearing her red bikini again, but also had a see through shirt on.

She sat down beside me, let her right hand brush through my hair, then bent
down and kissed me.

"I'm really sorry, but I have to go" Ingrid said as our lips parted.

I could feel the warmness of her breath while she spoke, but I also felt
sick to my stomach.

Yes, I never thought about the `afterwards' as I seemed to have forgotten
that even the greatest moment had an end. So there I was, lying in the bed
of my friend's beautiful older sister, not only just woken from my sleep
but also from the dream that somehow turned out to be real.

Of course I couldn't speak again, so I didn't ask if I could call her, if
we could stay in touch, no, she just grabbed her backpack, stood up and
went to the door. Halfway out of the room she turned, smiled at me and blew
me a kiss. And that was that.

You may have guessed it, and I can confirm that I haven't seen or heard
from her since.

As I have said, that was my first and only time having sex with a girl. I
don't even know if that one counts since we didn't even get to me eating
her out. Anyhow, I have made out a few times with girls, but that was
basically it.

Okej, you're probably still wondering what this rather unusual thing was
that I introduced right in the beginning If so you're in luck, because
without further ado it will be revealed.

Since there isn't really a built up to it, I'm just gonna tell you what I
saw a couple weeks ago: it was my mother in the shower drinking her own
pee.

I'm guessing a few explanations are in order, so here we go:





First of all, my mother is constantly drinking water. You probably won't
ever see her without a bottle of water in her purse. She says keeping
hydrated is very important as it keeps you healthy. Something about your
system flushing out all the bad stuff you inadvertently consume during a
day.

Usually I cannot be assed to get up early on a Sunday morning, but that day
it was different. I did go out on Saturday evening, but unlike, well, any
other time, I really kept my drinking in check since I had to work on a
school paper that was quite important. I didn't come home early, but I
wasn't drunk, so my need for sleep was kept to the minimum and I eventually
got out of bed at half past eight. I was tired of course and needed some
time to adjust to this early Sunday morning, but while doing that I made my
way to the bathroom. As I said, usually I would be doing all this just
before noon, so I never ran across my mother in the shower before.

That day I did.

We have a very big and open bathroom with the shower in one corner but not
really closed off from the rest of the room, and with a bathtub standing on
the same side about a meter away.

As I opened the door my mother was sitting on the edge of the bathtub with
her back turned to me. Not entirely though, just so that she couldn't see
me. I didn't even get a glimpse of a little side boob on the left, because
that hand reached down to her vaginal region.

She didn't see or hear me, because there was some sort of sound coming from
her direction I couldn't discern right away. That obviously drowned out me
opening the bathroom door, which in itself isn't really too loud to begin
with.

First I thought the shower was running, but a quick look told me that was
not the case, so I hadn't got a clue what was going on, until I saw what
happened next that is.

When the sound subsided I could see that she was actually holding a brimful
glass in her left hand which she now brought up to her lips. The liquid in
it was a clear white with maybe a hint of yellow added.

Then she gulped it down and my brain was still processing all the
information as I kept watching all of this unfold.

Well, at one point it hit me what I just saw: mom pissing in a glass and
then drinking her own pee.

My reaction was basically doing nothing just announcing my entrance with a
short "Morning!"

I don't know if I was surprised but my mother was pretty casual as she
greeted me and even gave me a kiss on the cheek. She maybe tried to hide
the glass a little, but could be that I was imagining things because
without any context holding a glass in one's hand isn't all too suspicious.

Being butt naked around each other is also a common occurrence in our house
which I love of course, because looking at her is always quite a treat, and
that particular day obviously held a little extra in store.

As she made her way out I took off my panties and T-shirt and got in the
shower which is basically the corner of the room separated by a Plexiglas
divider.

When I turned on the water I instantly jumped back. The water was starting
to run and it needed a little time to get warm anyways, but my intention
was something else. With my right index finger I swept a spot of moisture
from my cheek where my mom kissed me just moments before. Slowly I brought
my finger to my lips and even slower my tongue made contact with the
liquid.

It wasn't really much to begin with but it was still warm and it had a
certain taste I can't quite describe. But I was intrigued, both by the
concept as a whole but also by my mother doing it. I had to know more, I
had to see more and maybe I should try this myself?

I later peed in the shower with the water running over my whole body and I
couldn't bring myself to just taste my pee let alone drink it.

After that incident I thought a lot about it and it somehow wouldn't leave
me alone.

Two days later I was sitting in a café with my two best friends Jenny
and Victoria and I just asked them if they had experience with that sort of
thing.

As you might have guessed we're really open about everything. They know
that I'm into girls, Victoria and I know that Jenny is pretty much the
biggest slut in Stockholm, maybe Sweden even. Jenny and I know that
Victoria has only slept with her current boyfriend, because before he has
come along she was waiting for that one white knight to sweep her off her
feet. Turns out, that guy doesn't really qualify, but that's for another
time my friends.

To my surprise it was actually Victoria who told us that she and her
boyfriend tried it once but eventually failed to see the point.

Subsequently they asked me why I asked them, and at that point I was
starting to ponder my openness towards them.

I really wanted to get some input here, so I decided to stick to the truth
and told them about what I saw.

For a minute or so they just sat there with their mouths open and a rather
dumbfounded look on their faces. I'm guessing this kind of information will
do that to you. To cut this story short though neither Jenny nor Victoria
had to offer anything useful. At least their reaction was priceless to see.

That night I masturbated for the first time to the thought of pee on my
body. I hadn't really planned out a scenario, the feeling just took over
and I couldn't stop thinking about it while pleasuring myself.

I didn't actually want for those thoughts and questions to subside, and
that masturbating session also had exact opposite effect as I could feel
myself becoming more and more obsessed with that whole pissing theme during
the next two days.

Come Friday I was ready to go all the way.

Like my mom I also keep hydrated, not like her though, but it really does
make you feel better.

Anyhow, Jenny, Victoria and I plus a couple other classmates from time to
time, we like to go for some end-of-the-school-week drinks right after the
last bell has rang, but on that Friday I didn't come with as I excused
myself.

Once I got home I could feel my bladder was more than ready to be emptied,
so I hurried to get out of my sneakers while throwing the backpack into a
corner. I already started unzipping my jeans as I stepped into the
toilet. I closed the door behind me and stripped off both jeans and
panties. Then I realized, after looking around, there was no container to
be found, but I just couldn't hold it in any longer so I sat down on the
toilet and the floodgates opened.

Maybe it was better that way, "just ease into it" I thought to myself, when
I brought my right hand to this warm stream of clear white. As I sat there
peeing on my hand I was starting to feel relaxed and jolts of pleasure went
up and down my body.

When the stream subsided I sat there a little while longer, thinking,
pondering, and then, almost as in trance, I lifted my arm and brought my
hand to my lips. This warmness and wetness was really turning me on. I
couldn't smell anything, so maybe that made my final inhibitions go and I
started to lick it all up.

It really turned me on and I immediately had to masturbate.

While doing that I heard mom come home.

I didn't mind so I brought myself to finish, got my clothes on and stepped
out.

My mother was standing in the kitchen and we would engage in our usual
small talk. When I was about to go to my room another strange thing
happened.

"Wait a minute!" my mom said.

I stopped in my tracks not knowing what's going on, but I turned around and
just looked at her.

She then walked up to me and believe it or not started to nose. First my
hair, then my neck, basically all over my upper body. And then she took my
right hand and lifted it up straight to her nose.

"I knew it" she said and let go off my hand.

Is she a freaking dog or something?

"What?" I said innocently while suddenly realizing that I didn't wash my
hands before leaving the toilet. I swear to you, that was the first time,
I'm not a pig, but somehow I got caught up in the moment and skipped this
sanitary routine.

"So how was it?" she then asked while turning around again and putting
groceries in the fridge she brought home in two paper bags.

"Quite alright to be honest" I replied.

I didn't know what else to say, so I just kept standing there and watched
mom fill up the fridge. When she was done she turned to me again.

"You saw me the other day, didn't you?"

"I did actually."

"So that gave you the idea?"

Smooth, casual, with a motherly smile of understanding on her face.

"Yeah. I just couldn't get this whole idea out of my head."

A short pause.

"Was that the first time you tasted it?"

"Yeah."

"That's good, just ease into it."

I am my mother's daughter after all.

"If you want to take if further..." she paused, then continued. "Do you?
Have you thought about it?"

With that I could feel my bladder filling up again.

We then sat down at the kitchen counter and started talking. She told me
all about how she got started. She read an article once that debated the
pros and cons of drinking your own pee and since there wasn't a definitive
conclusion she started to do a little web research and consulted medicine
journals online. And one day she just tried it, actually exactly like me by
peeing on her hand and then licking it up.

We talked for a little while longer when I felt the urge to pee again.

At first I didn't know if I should tell her, but really, what would have
been the point?

"Mom, I gotta go again."

"Oh, alright, do you want to try?"

"What?"

"Take a gulp I mean."

"Ahm... don't know... maybe?"

She opened the cupboard where all the glasses were stored and took one out.

After she handed it to me I made my way to the bathroom where I put the
glass on the edge of the tub and stripped off my jeans and panties again
just wearing a white polo underneath a light yellow sweater.

I took the glass, held it right under my pussy and let go.

I hadn't enough in me to fill it up but it was plenty, more than enough.

Then I stood there, with glass in hand and lips on the brim, but I couldn't
do it. I took a sip and swallowed it, but I couldn't take a real gulp let
alone empty the whole glass.

So I put it back on the edge of the tub, got my panties and jeans back on,
grabbed the glass again and walked back to the kitchen where I put it on
the counter.

"I couldn't do it" I proclaimed to my mom who was obviously waiting for me
to finish.

"Oh, okej" she said. "Maybe you do one day, maybe you don't. I won't be
pushing you to do anything."

"I know mom."

We kept standing there for a while smiling at each other when I walked up
to wrapped my arms around her as we started hugging.

After a minute or so I let go, turned around, grabbed the glass with my pee
in it and was about to pour it in the sink.

"Wait!"

"What?"

She didn't say it right out, took her time, but then she asked.

"Do you mind if I taste it?"

Her tone was still as casual as could be, but somehow this question threw
me completely.

Up until then everything was pretty normal, maybe a little strange and
different to what's going on in other families, but in the end it was
nothing to get too riled up about, but when my mother asked me if she could
drink my pee out of a glass I just pissed in, that was too much to take in
at once.

"Come on honey, give me the glass. No harm no foul."

The casualness of the whole situation flew right out the window, at least
where I was concerned. Even though she didn't mean it in that away, this
idea of my mother drinking my pee had a really gripping sexual undertone.

"You sure?" I asked.

"Not really" she admitted, "but I always wanted to taste someone else's
pee, and ... well... I think you are the best candidate, you know, being my
own flesh and blood and all."

Well, I had already decided to give her the glass and she could just have
taken it from me, but somehow she seemed to make a little game out of this,
or maybe I was wrong and read too much subtext into all of this?

"Okej" I just said and handed her the glass.

She took it smiling at me, smelled it like you would do with wine, and then
she just took a first gulp.

The whole process was rather dull und unceremonious, yet I began to feel a
sexual arousal I had never felt before.

"And?" I asked.

"You drank just water, right?"

"I think so, why?"

"Well, it was more of a guess. From what I have gathered it's different
with people, but when I drink water the whole day, my pee tastes of
nothing. One cup of coffee for instance doesn't make a difference either,
but when I had two or three, I can taste the hint of coffee in my pee."

"How often do you drink your own pee?"

"Hahaha, it's not like I don't use the toilet for that any longer. In
general I would say at least one time a day. Sometimes in the morning,
sometimes in the evening, sometimes just during the day. But," she pauses
there for a moment, "but I only drink it when it's clear. It gives me
enough of a buzz and the odor is just at a right level. I don't need the
yellow stuff, that is actually still grossing me out."

With that she just emptied my glass of pee.

"It's just like mine" she said with a broad grin and put the glass in the
sink.