"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."