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Her bathroom had been dark and as she led me into it, she turned the knob to bathe the room in a soft, low amount of light. Standing there next to her and looking into the full size mirror behind the vanity and sink, I realized that I was on completely unfamiliar ground. I mean, what's the protocol when you're naked in a bathroom with your naked mother and you have to pee? I didn't have to pee when I was lying in the bed with her, but I had to go now.
Was I just supposed to go over there, lift the lid and let it go with her standing there? What if she had to go? Was I supposed to let her have the first chance? Was it ladies first in the bathroom, too? Was I supposed to give her some privacy?
Standing at the sink looking into the mirror, it was really the first time I got to see her completely naked and standing up. Her breasts weren't perfect. One seemed a little larger than the other and there was some sag to them. I'd heard that breast feeding did that. She wasn't skinny like a model, either. She was, though, still very cute and most men would give her at least a "9". To me, she was beautiful. Not just in a "face" beautiful way, but, her disposition was usually good and kind, and the color in her face and that twinkle in her eye you could see from time to time made her, at least to me, stunning, luscious and beautiful.
It hit me that she was a "real life woman". And she was naked. She didn't make any moves to hide her breasts or her pussy either, and that impressed me because I felt she was proud of who she was, and she wasn't trying to be anyone else but herself.
"Do you need to go?" She asked.
"Huh?" I replied.
She was asking if I needed to pee. I did and I told her so. "Go ahead," she said, "your father and I share the bathroom all the time." I started to step over to the toilet, but stopped when I saw her watching me in the mirror.
"What?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing." She said. "I was just thinking I might hold your, uh, you know, your penis while you go. Or, would that distract you too much?"
Actually, I wasn't sure I was capable of getting another hard-on so I told her it would be okay. She moved me over to the toilet and opened the lid, pulled the seat up and stepped to the side of me. As she reached down to hold my soft pecker in her hand, I realized this wasn't as easy as she'd made it out to be. What if I start to go and she's not aiming it right? What if I end up having a sideways pee and spray it all over her floor? It wasn't that I was getting another erection, but I couldn't pee because something just didn't feel right.
"Can't go now?" She asked.
I told her I didn't know, but, I think she knew what was going on. She told me to put my hand over hers and when I did, I adjusted my weenie with the right angle and trajectory and then I felt the flow begin. Once I started to pee, I took my hand away and let her take over. I'll be damned if she didn't start waving it around, making circles in the water below and aiming it back and forth. She started to laugh saying, "Hey, this is pretty neat. You could write your name if you wanted to." Her words cracked me up, but I had to remain still or I knew I was going to be peeing all over the room if I wasn't careful.
When I was done she took a tissue from the back of the commode and lightly dabbed my cock head and dropped it in the toilet. "I've always liked doing that." She remarked. "Was that too weird for you?"
"Not really," I answered, "It was just kinda strange at first because I was afraid you weren't aiming me right, or something."
"Hmm, I see." She said. "So, there's a special way to aim it when you pee?"
"You know what I mean, Mom," I replied, "But, I'll let you have another chance next time I need to go."
We both chuckled a little and then she told me to get out of the way so she could go. "Do you want me to leave?" I asked.
"No way!" She said as she sat down. "I bet you've never see a girl pee, have you?"
She was right. I always thought someone's bathroom duties were personal and it never once struck me that I might even want to watch someone else pee. But, she had my curiosity up now.
"When we were kids," she told me, "Your Uncle Mike used to think that a girl's pee came out of her vagina. When I told him it didn't, I think he thought I was kidding. I took him in the bathroom and sat down and showed him."