"You have to pee?" she asked, her eyes taking on a warm glow. She moved her hand out. "Let me hold it, Bobby."

She held her son's cock as he began to piss. The golden stream excited her. She stared at his piss, hearing it splash into the toilet bowl. She wiggled his cock, giggling lewdly as she made him piss on the seat, then in circles.

"That's beautiful," she whispered, slipping her other hand into the stream of piss. "And hot." Bobby giggled as he watched his piss splash into his mother's palm, spraying outward. "Do you like this," she asked.

Bobby nodded, grinning at his mother.

She shook his cock, making a mess, and not caring. It was too exciting to care about a small mess easily cleaned up.

With thumb and forefinger, she cut his piss off, then let it go again. She laughed with a throaty sound, bringing his cock around. She released the pressure of her thumb and forefinger, and that made her son piss on her thigh.

But Bobby was finished, and she felt only a small amount of piss on her flesh. But even that small amount almost made her come again.

CHAPTER THREE

Barbara refused to let her son stuff his cock into his pants. She liked to see his prick dangling out. Bobby didn't mind; it excited him.

Barbara had been excited fucking her son, but she didn't know which was most exciting, his cock fucking her cunt or the way his piss felt on her hand, her thigh. It was strange that she had not known this aspect of herself. Pissing had never held any particular appeal as an enjoyable act.

She could hardly keep her eyes from his cock, and she knew Bobby enjoyed displaying his prick. She was delighted that he had shown no embarrassment or shame to fuck her. He had been ready, just as ready as she herself had been. Only Barbara hadn't been ready until she saw Cindy pissing near the fence. Then she was ready for him.