Chapter 2

"Truth…" she breathed, still looking at me, her eyes shining in adoration.

"Do you really like being wrapped up all naked with me like this?" I asked, hoping she couldn't feel my heart pounding in worry that she was just indulging me.

She smiled. "I love it, Aaron. I love it every bit as much as I've loved doing this with anyone else, ever. Possibly more. This is so perfect with you. I…"

She blushed and looked away for a moment.

"What, mom?" I asked.

"I could wake up like this every time I go to sleep," she confessed, still blushing, but determined to tell her truth. That was what we'd agreed to, no holding back. "Promise me we can do this again some time, baby?"

I swallowed and nodded, because I wanted to sleep and wake up like this too. I just couldn't imagine my mom wanting to. Shows what I know. "As often as you want, mom."

She kissed my nose and smiled at me. "Truth or dare, honey?"

"Dare," I said, feeling my oats.

"Well," she mused, thinking on it. "As much as I'd like to stay here forever, I did a lot of morning drinking and now I need to pee."

"Sooo, what's my dare?" I asked. "I already filmed you peeing, you know."

Mom smirked. "Your dare, baby, is to come upstairs and pee with me."

I blinked. "Uh… with you?"

"The dare has been issued," she announced, sounding more awake now, no doubt since her bladder was demanding attention. "Are you meeting it, or are you welching?"

"Well, I can't very well welch now, can I?" I replied, still wondering what was going to happen. "What're we doing?"

Mom slowly rolled over on top of me, laying her body on mine and giving me a smirk as if she'd pinned me. My cock was still trapped beneath her pussy and thighs, pointing out behind her. Moments later, she sat up, straddling me and sitting on my thighs just below my raging hardon, which snapped up to attention in front of her. She looked down at it and giggled.

"Virile young men…" she sighed rather dreamily. She brought up one of her hands, and for a moment, I thought she was going to touch my cock. But then the hand paused and went up to her breasts, which she fondled for a moment before stretching, pushing her arms over her head and letting out a sustained sigh-squeak. She pushed down and slightly forward with her hips, her pussy contacting the underside of my cock again.

"Oops," she said daintily, looking down as she lowered her hands and rested them on her thighs. "Go on and flex it for me, let's see if I can feel it like this."

I was vaguely confused, but I flexed my dick muscles, making it twitch a few times while it rested against her slit. She giggled again naughtily. "I could feel that. Amazing. Let's go, baby. Don't forget your phone, we'll wanna remember this…"

She then clambered off me and stood over me, looking down and holding out her hand. I took it and she pulled me to my feet before leading me out of the room and heading upstairs, never letting go of my hand. I followed her up the stairs, watching her ass sway from side to side, entranced. She looked back at me and winked, and I knew she was putting extra wiggle in her movements for me.

"My bathroom's bigger, let's go there," she said, leading me past the one I normally used and heading to her washroom. Mom stopped in front of her large vanity mirror and looked at herself in it. She sighed happily, reaching her hands into all her brown hair and tossing it around a little.

"Mmmmm, I look like I had sex," she sighed happily. "I didn't, but it's so wonderful to look like you did. A sexed-up woman is a thing of beauty, isn't she, Aaron?"

I nodded. "Especially if it's you, clearly."

Another giggle and she looked at me. "Let's take a selfie in the mirror, baby. Maybe a few, but I do need to pee, so let's stay on task."

Mom leaned forward just slightly on the counter of her vanity. She told me to get behind her and snuggle in, my hands around her waist. I did as she asked, and she snickered as my eternal hardon pressed up her ass cheeks. She seemed to almost clamp them tight, holding me in place. She'd taken my phone from me and was prepping the camera.

"Smile, honey," she said, pointing the camera just right and snapping a few pics, beaming her bright smile, often sly or naughty. I tried smiling, but fighting off a goofy grin because my wiener was lodged in her butt was proving difficult.

"Okay, now a spontaneous one," she said, getting another angle with the camera. She was reaching up to grab her tit already. "Go!"

I didn't quite know what to do, so I did what was natural- I grabbed her hair in my hand and pulled back on it.

Mom's eyes widened and she actually groaned as her head tilted back. I felt her ass press back against me, hard, but she might've just been keeping her balance. She tried to pull her head forward and I let go. Mom was silent and very still for a moment, and I wondered if I'd fucked up. Then she turned her head and gave me a sly smile.

"Naughty, naughty, naughty…" she breathed, holding still. "And clearly not the first time you've pulled a woman's hair, you knew exactly where to hold it and how to do it."

Thank God she wasn't angry. "I might've done it a few times."

Mom slowly turned, leaning back against the vanity, her legs slightly angled and between mine. Once again, my erection was shoved against her pussy, splitting her lips and pointing up. Mom's brown eyes were smoldering as she gazed at me.

"Have you ever peed with a girl before?" she asked.

I shook my head. "Not since Amy Goldberg lived next to us."

Mom snickered. "That was so long ago, and you two were so cute. I remember catching you playing 'doctor' and you were both covered almost head-to-toe in Nivea cream. I never told her mom, she would've died."

She gave me a wicked smile and walked two fingers up my chest. "Do you think we'd look cute covered in Nivea cream together?"

I smiled back. "I dunno, but I'll stop by the pharmacy later and pick up a large container…"

She burst into giggles, pulling me into yet another hug and nipping my shoulder. Finally, she stood up and walked over to her very nice and sturdy toilet, opening the lid. "Lemme think about how to work this. I've tried a few different ways; it's best one way with a girl, and another with a guy."

"This is me takin' your word for it, mom," I said, watching her. I couldn't believe we were trying to do this, but I picked up my phone, remembering she wanted this recorded for 'posterity'. Mom tried sitting down before looking me and considering, then scootching backward on the large seat and spreading her legs.

"Okay, baby," she said, waving me over. "Now come over and sit down with me."

"I mean, I'll try," I said hesitantly. "But I'm kind worried about my weight breakin' your toilet."

Mom shook her head. "Nonsense, your uncle Rudy has used this, and he's nearly four hundred pounds. Get in here, mommy has to pee."

I had to admit, my bladder was twinging pretty bad too at this point, so I complied, even if I had no damn clue how this was gonna work. I stood in front of her, my cock swaying in her face. Mom did her best to ignore it.