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.