"I'm sorry, Ted," she said softly, shyly. "I… I couldn't help it."

"Help what, Mom?"

"I… it happens almost every time," she said.

"What happens every time? Tell me."

"I… well, after I come, I always seem to pee," she said, her voice so low that Ted could hardly hear the words.

"What's wrong with that, Mom? Sometimes I have to pee, afterward."

"You've… Ted, you're so young," she said. "I didn't know you had a girlfriend."

"I don't have a girlfriend," he said. "I mean after I… you know, play with myself."

Becky gazed at him. Ted stood with his cock dangling, still holding his pants in one hand, not at all shy as he had been before. Something about getting pussy seemed to make a guy bold, she thought.

As impulsive as she had grabbed him in her bedroom, Becky now acted just as impulsively. "Do you have to pee now?"

"Kinda bad," he replied, dancing from one foot to the other. "I better use the other bathroom."

He started to turn and go.

"Wait!" she called. "You can pee here."

"But you're not finished, Mom."

Becky spread her knees wide, stretching them on each side of the toilet seat. She drew her skirt to her waist, and Ted stared at the shadow of her pussy hair through her skimpy panties. Becky held the crotch of her panties to one side, and the golden piss streamed from her cunt.

"You can pee here… between my legs," she said hoarsely.

"But you'll see, Mom!" he protested.

"You see me, don't you?" she asked, her eyes glittering.

"Yeah, I do," Ted grinned.

"Okay," he agreed. "I'll be careful, Mom." Ted stood in front of her, shoving his pants and shorts to his knees.

Becky gazed at his cock and balls, running her tongue over her lips. She held her breath as she anticipated seeing hot piss spurt, from her son's cock. She wanted to hold it, to aim it, but kept her hands off him.