Chapter 3

"Now," she said, continuing to instruct. "I'm moving back as much as I can, and you're going to slide in here, facing me. Once you're on the bowl, I can sling one leg over yours, and we can brace each other. Then we're both over the opening and can do our business. I'll film, okay?"

I shrugged and stood over the seat as much as I could, straddling it before slowly sitting down. Mom took me by the hips, making sure to guide me so I didn't sit too far back and fall off on my ass. Once I was precariously perched, mom nodded and slid one leg out and then over mine. She pulled on my waist to coax me in closer, now that she had created room.

The only problem was that my hardon was still lodged between us, pointing skyward as our bellies met around it and her tits squashed to my chest. Mom sighed and giggled. "Honestly, why are you even alive if you've had priapism your whole life?"

"I didn't until this morning, gotta admit," I answered, shaking my head. "Frankly, it's your fault."

She raised her eyebrow in amusement. "My fault?"

I nodded. "You are, it turns out, an eternally horny creature, mom, and you passed that trait on to me. As a result, I've been horny all morning because of our shenanigans."

Mom snickered. "I guess I am horny most of the time, I spend a lot of the day wet for no good reason. And they're not shenanigans, young man; this is a wonderful mom-son bonding experience."

"No argument there, mom, but it doesn't change to the fact that I'm harder than a diamond at the moment."

She considered my plight and looked over at her sink. "Are your limbs long enough to reach the sink, baby?"

I glanced over and stretched out my arm, placing it on the chrome tap. "Yup."

Mom nodded. "Turn on the cold water and run it over your hand, maybe that'll put the savage beast to sleep for a bit."

Couldn't hurt to try. I turned on the cold water and held my hand under it, pursing my lips and frowning. I looked at mom, and then down at my cock still standing upright against us. A full minute passed, and nothing changed.

"Turn it off, baby," she sighed, waiting while I complied. "Welp, next question… Aaron, are you one of those boys who can pee while they're hard?"

I thought for a moment, trying to remember having to do that. I woke up with morning wood almost constantly, and yes, I did indeed manage to pee while erect. I just had to be careful with my aim, obviously. "Yeah, mom, I can."

"Well, this little exercise just took on a new level of spice," she mused. "I… Aaron, my hips'll be perched over your dick a little, and when you pee, you're gonna hit my…"

I'm sure I was gaping in disbelief. "I'm gonna be peeing on your pussy?"

"Possibly," mom said, blushing. "Y'might hit it more than a little, I admit. And if you're erect, I might hit you. But I am not worried about it, because it's not my first rodeo doing this, not by a long shot. I just… maybe it's a little more personal, because it's my baby boy. Do you trust me?"

"More than anything, mom," I said honestly.

"Then just go with this," she whispered. We wiggled around to make sure I had room, and I grimaced a little as I tried to angle myself down, using my hand to press my hardon beneath her, hopefully. I winced as the head of my cock dragged along her pussylips, and I'm pretty sure mom shivered a little too.

I sort of had myself in position, using my hand to keep my erection pointing somewhat downward. Mom was already angling the camera above us, seeing what positions worked best. I hoped I would look a lot less awkward when she began filming.

Mom flinched and giggled. "Aaron, are you toying the head of your dick against my clit on purpose?" she asked, sounding pleasantly scandalized.

"No, mom," I said, shaking my head. "Maybe I'm an idiot to not be, but I promise, I'm not doing it on purpose, just trying to get it comfortable and out of your way."

"Well don't try too hard," she lilted, smiling. "We're about to start, and it's not like it doesn't feel great."

I took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, I'm as ready as I can be, mom."

She nodded. "Good. Now take your hand away. As long as it's not gonna spring back up between us and get pee in our faces, this is as good as it gets. Remember to hold me, look up and smile. A decent smile, because I'm not all that good with Photoshop…"

I nodded and removed my hand, feeling my dick lurch up and get pinned against mom's pussy, where it simply twinged away, desperate to either pee or fuck, maybe both. My hand came back to rest on mom's waist, holding her silky-smooth skin.

"Go ahead and hold mommy's tits, baby," she encouraged. "Not like you didn't when we were asleep, and it'll look great for the video anyway."

Video? Well, whatever, I guess peeing was an action and not still-life, after all.

"Here we go…" mom said, activating my camera while we both looked up at the phone.

I still couldn't believe I was doing this.

"Julie Zane, coming at you live from her bathroom," she announced, smiling brightly. "And today is my first day peeing together with my wonderful little boy, Aaron…"

God, like this wasn't difficult enough.

"Enjoy the show, future Julie and Aaron!" she said, before she started going to work on the task at hand. I kept my hands on her tits and staring at them now while I tried to pee.

"Go ahead and squeeze 'em a little," mom said to me, still recording. "I like it, and I'll enjoy peeing more if you give me a tingle."

I did as I was instructed, squeezing and fondling mom's tits while I attempted to drain myself. To my amazement, I felt a sudden rush, and then stifled a small moan as I began to pee. I panicked when I felt it immediately splashing on mom's pussy, but it was way too late to stop at this point, so I just let go.

Mom shuddered and let out a gasp, her eyes widening, and she looked at me for a moment, shock on her face. Then she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, and I felt her tremble and release herself. It couldn't be helped, she was peeing all over my dick. She squeaked as I kept squeezing and caressing her boobs, and I felt her squirming down below.

"Oh, shit…" she gasp-whispered, shuddering. "You're hitting my clit, baby…"

I peed for what felt like a zillion years, dousing mom's pussy pretty much the whole time. It hadn't been my plan, but it's what happened. And because I was still hard, she couldn't help but pee on me too. We just let it go, shivering and experiencing the sensations. I'd never done anything remotely like this before, and sharing it with my mom was just beyond words to adequately express.

Mom shuddered again and then went limp in my lap, lowering the phone, but still recording. She looked at me, smiling, eyes shining. "Let's see if we can get a good view in there, shall we?"

I leaned back slightly, as did she, opening a larger gap between us. Mom pointed the camera down, filming her pussy still pissing on my cock, which was standing erect. Finally, mom squeezed and stopped, sighing happily. She put her free arm around me and pulled me in close, my forehead to hers for several seconds. She'd brought the camera to head level, filming us from the side. Then she turned her head to smile at the phone, moving my head with hers so we were both looking at the device.

"Well, that was fun," she said to the camera. "Maybe more later. Gimme a kiss, baby."

I turned to look at her, and mom pressed her lips to mine in a very firm kiss, making my eyes widen.

"Mmmmmmmm…" she said for the duration of the five-second kiss. "Annnnd cut!"

Mom finally killed the recording function and pulled back from the kiss, smiling at me in delight. "That was amazing, baby. Did you enjoy it too?"

"Probably the best pee I've ever taken, mom," I admitted, sighing. "If anyone ever told me that one day I was gonna be peeing on my mom's pussy, I'd've told them they were on crack. But here we are, peeing on one another."

"I know, isn't it great?" mom giggled. "How many moms and sons can say they do this together?"

"Y'got me there," I agreed readily. "But now I'm gonna have to excuse myself to go and shower, since you pissed all over my dick."

"Absolutely not," mom said, stopping my thought process dead.

"Uh, mom," I began, trying to not sound contrary. "I enjoyed it, but I'm pretty sure I need to go take a shower."

"And you will, but you're not going anywhere," she pointed out. "We'll be using my shower, of course."

I stared at her, my hands still on her tits. "Your shower."

"Aaron," she almost sighed, sounding like she was explaining to a child with brain damage. Maybe she was. "You just peed all over mommy's cunt. What makes you think I'd be squeamish about sharing a simple shower with you?"