Joey swallowed. "I loved f-fucking your tits, Mother."

"Ahhh, better," she mewled. "Much better." Joey continued to sit on the toilet, feeling the need to piss, but he didn't want to do it with his mother watching. Brenda stood against the wash basin a moment longer, her eyes moving up and down his young body. He looked very erotic sitting there, his pants at his ankles and his t-shirt still high on his chest. The urge to piss grew stronger until Joey squirmed on the toilet. If his cock was between his thighs and not resting on one, he might have pissed anyway.

"Is something the matter?" Brenda asked, seeing him squirming.

"I just have to pee, Mother."

"Then do it," Brenda suggested. "I certainly won't prevent you from taking a piss."

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.