"Yes, Mother," he responded, his cock throbbing.
"You like to see a girl pee, huh?" This time Barbara grinned wickedly at her son. "Does it make you feel good, seeing Cindy pee?"
Bobby looked at his mother now. He saw the beauty of her face, the dark eyes, the strange way they seemed to sparkle. He dropped his eyes to her tits, seeing them swell and strain her dress. Barbara slowly lifted her shoulders, making her tits stand out. Her nipples protruded from the dress. She was still smiling with a wicked glint in her eyes. While Bobby stared at her tits, she was looking at the front of his pants, seeing his cock outlined in hardness.
"Do you feel good now, honey?" she asked in husky voice. "I know you saw what I was doing. Did that make you feel good, too?"
For the first time, there was a slight flush on his face. But Barbara sensed the flush wasn't embarrassment, but pleasure. She saw his cock throb, saw it move visibly beneath his pants. A low moan came from her. With her shoulders back, she clutched the cushions of the couch, her mind whirling with lewd ideas.
"I have to pee," she said in a very low whisper.
Bobby missed everything but the word pee. He nodded as if he had heard it all.
"Would you like to go with me?" Barbara asked, her voice so throaty, the words so low, Bobby didn't hear it all. But he nodded in reply.
"Come with me, then," Barbara said, getting to her feet.
"Come where, Mother?"
She understood then that he had not heard her completely.
"I said I have to pee, baby," she replied. "And I asked if you wanted to go with me, and you nodded yes."
Her cunt was twitching in tightness, her tits swollen. She felt more excitement than she had felt in years. She had never thought of her son in this way before, but she was staring at his hard cock now, and desire swept over her like a brush fire. She lifted her hands to her tits, cupping each one. Her hips swayed as she waited for him.
"Come watch me pee, Bobby," she whispered. "Don't you want to?"
Bobby jumped from the chair, his eyes wide, with excitement. "I sure do, Mother!"
When he stood, his cock was more obvious. Barbara gazed at it, giggling in a naughty, girlish way. She took her son's hand, leading him to the bathroom.
Without hesitation, she lifted her skirt to her waist, standing a moment to let her son look at her. Bobby stared open-mouthed at the triangle of dark hair covering his mother's cunt. Barbara climbed onto the toilet, her feet on the lid. She parted her knees.
"Watch," she whispered.
Bobby leaned down, his eyes looking glazed. Golden piss gushed from his mother's hairy cunt, tinkling into the water bowl. Barbara felt a tremor of perverse pleasure shoot up and down her spine.
Bobby's eyes turned hot as he watched the piss streaming from his mother's cunt. The strands of hair parted, and the pink flesh excited him. Watching her son's excited reactions, Barbara stroked along her inner thigh. She pressed her fingers into the hair of her cunt, lifting upward. The stream of piss arced out, splashing onto the lid of the toilet. Bobby saw his mother's unusually long clit, and he licked his lips.
"You like watching me pee?" Barbara whispered softly. "Does it turn you on, baby?" Bobby nodded vigorously.
Barbara slipped her hand downward, framing her cunt lips with two fingers. She began rubbing them up and down as she pissed.
"You know what this does to me, Bobby? It makes me… you know, hot."
"Me, too, Mother?" he groaned.
"What should we do about it?"
"I don't know."
She was about to flush, and she sent a final squirt of piss from her cunt. She stepped off the toilet. Then sat on it, not minding how wet it was. She parted her thighs, leaning back on the water tank.
"It makes me so hot," she whispered, "I want to play with myself again. Play with myself the way you saw me in the bedroom."
Bobby was shaking with excitement as he saw his mother run her fingers through the mass of cunt hairs, parting the lips of her cunt. He gasped when she thrust a finger into her pink cunt slit. Barbara fucked her finger into her cunt, watching her son's face. She pulled the finger out, and Bobby saw it glistening wetly. With a lewd grin, Barbara licked at her finger.
"Don't hide your hard-on from me anymore, Bobby," she said. "Take it out of your pants and let me really see it."
"You really wanna see it, Mother?"
"You're not ashamed to show it to me, are you?"
"Gosh, no!" Bobby said, fumbling with his pants. He pulled his cock out.
Barbara mewled as she gazed at it. Bobby's cock was long, with a big, swollen cock-head. It wasn't very thick, but he was still a young boy. His cock throbbed, jerking up and down. Beads of liquid formed on his piss hole.
"Oh, Bobby," she murmured. "It's beautiful!"
Proudly, Bobby arched his hips out. Barbara shoved her hand forward, stroking the tips of her fingers along the hard cock-shaft.
"You're so hard, Bobby," she whispered, bringing her fingers to the head of his prick. She circled the smooth cock-head, feeling the velvety smoothness of it. She rubbed her fingertip over his piss hole, wiping away the juices. Bringing her finger to her lips, she tasted, watching more juice seep from his cock.
"Mmmmmm, very nice."
She wrapped her fingers about his cock, squeezing. Bobby grunted with pleasure. Barbara pumped her fist on her son's cock, watching the cock-head bulge and drip. Her other hand slipped into the top of her dress, and she lifted out her shapely, firm tit. She pulled her son's hand to it, closing his fingers around the tit. Bobby felt his mother's nipple burning into his palm. He squeezed, bringing a soft moan from his mother. Barbara moved her fist back and forth on his cock a bit faster. Her eyes were wide and bright.
"Want me to make you come this way, Bobby?" she asked in a thick voice.
Bobby was squeezing and feeling his mother's naked tit. When he answered her, it was with a grunt and shove of his cock.
"You're very hard, darling," Barbara said, jacking her son's cock faster with a tight fist. "You're so damned hard, Bobby! I can feel it throbbing in my fist."
Bobby looked down at his mother's pumping fist, gasping with pleasure.
"I can make you squirt, honey," Barbara murmured. "I can make you come with my hand. I can jack you off and having you gushing hard, but…"
Bobby squeezed his mother's naked tit hard enough to bring a groan of sweet, pleasure-pain from her.
"I can jack you off, Bobby," she said again. "But it would feel so much better if you… put it in me."
Bobby's eyes widened.
"Fuck you, Mother?"
Barbara giggled with delight. "That's right. Fuck me. Wouldn't you like your cock inside something warm and wet and tight? Fucking me would feel better than jacking off."
"Gosh, Mother!" Bobby piped. "Can I? Can I put it in you? Can I really fuck you, Mother?"
He was dancing with excitement. Barbara gurgled with delight. She scooted her ass forward on the toilet seat, spreading her legs wide.
"Put it in me and see," she urged. "I want you cock in me just as much as you'd like to put it in me, Bobby! Oooooh, yes, honey… stick your cock in Mother!"
She had taken her hand from his cock, her eyes staring with burning heat at it. She licked at her lips anxiously. Bobby, so excited he would stick his cock anywhere at that moment, lowered himself, bending his knees so his cock was level with his mother's bushy cunt. As Barbara watched him come between her spreading thighs, she took his cock again, this time at the base. She was eager to feel his cock sliding into her cunt, but she held him off.
"Easy, baby," she whispered. "Don't rush. We have plenty of time. Just go slow and easy."
She rubbed the head of his cock along the slit of her cunt. The feel of it sent her into a shivering erotic delight. Bobby was watching, his eyes blazing. He saw his mother drag the swollen head of his cock up her cunt slit. The heat of her pussy seemed to scald his tender prick. The urge to thrust his cock fast and hard into her cunt was strong, but he resisted the feeling.