Joey giggled.
"What's so funny about pissing?" Brenda asked.
"Nothing, Mother," he replied. "It's just we've never talked this way before, using those words."
"It's time we did, I'd say," Brenda answered, her voice lowering to a husky level again. "They're just words, anyway."
"But, Mother, they… you know, sound exciting."
Brenda grinned lewdly at him.
"I know," she said. "Why do you think I say them?"
Joey shoved his cock between his thighs, unable to hold his piss back much longer. It seemed he had to piss after he came every time, and that didn't make sense to his young mind.
"Not that way," Brenda said. "Girls sit down to piss; boys stand up."
"But not in front of you, Mother," Joey protested.
"And why the hell not? Everyone pisses."
"But, I'd be embarrassed."
"Want to bet?" Brenda said, grinning wickedly. "Now, stand up and piss like a man, baby. I want to see it, anyway."
Joey stood, turning to face the toilet. He felt heat on his young face when his mother moved up beside him, one arm around his shoulders, her eyes looking down at his cock.
"Don't blush," Brenda said, and took hold of his cock with her other hand, holding it with her finger and thumb. "Who ever heard of anyone blushing because they have to piss?"
"But, Mother…"
"Oh, baby, just piss, please!"
It didn't take much for them to start. He had to piss badly, and even with his mother holding his cock, the golden stream hissed out and splashed into the toilet bowl.
"Nice," Brenda purred, watching her son's cock, seeing his hot piss gush from his cockhead. She wiggled his cock a bit, making the stream jerk around. "We can make patterns," she laughed.
Brenda moved behind her son, still holding his cock. She pressed her body against his back, her tits just fitting over his shoulders. She pushed her crotch into his back, squeezing his cock to make his piss come out in squirts, giggling with pleasure.
Joey felt his mother's tits resting on his shoulders, felt her pressing at his back. When she began to squirm her lower stomach against him, he wished she was naked. His desire to see and feel his mother's cunt was powerful inside his young mind and body, but although his mother was holding his cock and pushing against him, Joey still didn't know how far he could go with her.
Brenda slipped her other hand under his balls, holding them as he kept pissing in squirts. She used her thumb and finger to squeeze his cock, then, playfully, she rubbed her thumb and finger back and forth on his cock in a jacking motion.
"Mother, you're gonna"
"I know," she giggled. "This will give you a hard-on again, right?"
Without warning, Brenda slipped her hand from his balls and placed it over the head of his cock. Immediately the flow of his piss stopped.
"Don't stop, Joey," she whispered. "Keep pissing. I want to feel it."
Hot piss sprayed from her hand, and Joey giggled shyly.
"Ohhh, it's very hot, baby!" Brenda cooed, feeling him piss into her hand. "So hot and wet! It's nice, Joey, very nice."
She played with his cock as he pissed, and Joey found he wasn't as embarrassed as he thought he would be. On the contrary, it excited him. He pushed his cock forward, leaning his head to one side and feeling his mother's tit on his check.
"Mmmmmm, much better, honey," she mewled, pleased that her son was showing more interest and not so much shyness. "Want Mother to give you another hard-on? I can do it. I can make your cock very hard again."
"Do it, Mother!" Joey gasped.
He was no longer pissing, and Brenda cupped his cock and balls in one hand, feeling the wetness of his piss. She stroked and squeezed and fondled his cock and balls, feeling his prick starting to swell again. She closed her fist about his cock and began to stroke back and forth, both of them watching his cock shaft swell, his prick shaft thicken.
"Oooh, it's getting so big!" Brenda cooed, squeezing his cock. "I love a big, hard cock, Joey! I can play with a hard cock all day."
Joey wanted more than ever to see his mother's cunt, but still was hesitant to ask. This change in their relationship had come suddenly, and he was unsure of his status. But he wasn't about to stop what his mother was doing. It was so much better to have her stroking his cock than his own hand.
But Brenda turned his cock loose.
"Turn around," she whispered, her voice very throaty.
When Joey turned, he saw his mother's expression was hot and wanton, her eyes blazing.
"Ohhh, God, Joey!" she whimpered, sinking to her knees before her son. "It's so fucking beautiful!"
She placed her hands on his hips, staring at his cock and balls with hot, hungry eyes. She ran her tongue over her lips, her tits were swollen, her nipples rigid. Her face was level with her son's thrusting cock, and she watched his piss hole flare and drip again. One of his balls hung a bit lower than the other, she noticed. The scant bit of hair at the base of his cock was something she had dreamed about for years. Brenda had no use for hairy cocks and balls, but only a young one like Joey's, the less hair the better.
Her skirt hiked half-way up her thighs as she sat on her heels, her knees slightly parted. Her cunt was throbbing again, her clit knotted in tingling pleasure. She gazed at the wetness of his cock and balls, the scent of piss clinging to them. The scent excited her tremendously, and she found this odd. As strong and erotic as her fantasies had been, she hadn't considered piss to be exciting. Yet right now, it certainly was. She leaned a little closer, inhaling deeply, her tits swelling out and up.
Joey stood looking down at her, wishing she would start jacking his cock. His balls felt loaded and full again, and since he had often jacked off two and three times within an hour, it was no surprise.
But his mother simply sat there, holding his hips, staring at his cock and balls, her eyes slitted and hot, her tongue licking her lips, inhaling the arousing scent of his cock, the scent of cum-juice and piss. Her cunt boiled with wet heat, and her stomach rippled with increasing hunger.
Brenda was no stranger to sucking cock. She sucked cock as easily and willingly as she took one into her cunt. To her, sucking a cock off was just as good as fucking one. She loved to do both equally well.
Her fingers dug into his flesh, her face moving closer slowly. Joey watched, surprised and eager. He had heard about blow-jobs. There was all kinds of talk at school, but he didn't know of any girl who sucked cocks. Rumors didn't mean anything. But here was his mother, sitting there in front of him, with her mouth so close to his cock, and he wondered if she was going to suck him.
Brenda pressed her lips to the head of his cock, kissing it wetly, her eyes turning dreamy.
"Mmmmm," she purred as she felt the heat of his cock against her lips. "Nice and hot, Joey."
"Let me wash, Mother," he said, his voice cracking with emotion.
"Oh, no!" Brenda whispered. "I want it like this."
She lowered her face, sliding her lips down the shaft of his throbbing cock to his balls. She kissed them, inhaling the scent of piss. Her cunt almost burst with orgasm, and she cried out softly as her tongue darted from her mouth. She licked at her son's balls, tasting the piss on them, her eyes glazed by the perverse sensations.
Joey felt her tongue working about his balls, and his legs trembled. He placed his hands on his mother's shoulders to bold himself up.
"Oh, Joey!" Brenda sobbed, running her tongue about his hot balls, then along the shaft of his cock. She tickled his piss hole with the tip of her tongue, tasting his seeping cock-juices. Her eyes rolled with delight as her tongue licked about his smooth cockhead. She dug her fingers into his hips, moaning with erotic ecstasy as her lips moved up and down his cock, from his cockhead, along the side and into his tuft of cock hair. She pulled back and stared at his prick again.