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.”
With that, she opened her legs and pulled one of my arms to guide me down on my knees in front of her. “Okay,” she said, “Now watch”.
She moved her hands down between her legs and opened her outer lips. As she did, she leaned back a little and it was just like a curtain opening in front of the movie screen with all her pinkness now opened up to my eyes. I could see everything now. As I looked closer, I saw a little pucker above her pussy hole. Like magic, it opened up and she started to pee.
“Can you see, Bobby?” she asked as she tried to open herself up more for me to see. All I can say is that it was amazing. I guess I thought the same as Uncle Mike did, or maybe I didn’t understand female anatomy much, but when I saw that little hole open and her pee start, it was nothing short of being very cool. When she was done, the hole closed right up and sort of disappeared into her skin. “Damn,” I thought, “Now, that’s pretty cool.’
I handed her a tissue as she had done for me, but she shook her head and reached for the toilet paper, took off a few sheets, and used it to dab herself saying, “The tissues have dyes and perfumes that can irritate us down there,” She said, “So I just try to stick with normal, white toilet paper. Learn something all the time, don’t you?”
I guess she was right about that. She stood up, lowered the seat and lid, flushed the toilet and asked “So, what did you think about watching me pee?” I told her I didn’t know which I liked more, having a nice clear view of her opened up, or getting a close lesson of how girls pee. “Well, you can look all you want after we get some rest. Come on,” she said, “let’s try to get done in here so we can get a little sleep.”
She turned on the hot water at the sink and handed me a washcloth. Taking it, I started to move it up to my face, but she stopped me. “That’s for your wee-wee, sweetheart.” She said. “You’re going to have to learn to keep yourself clean, baby. If you don’t wipe yourself off, you’ll be crusty in a few hours, and you don’t want that, do you?”
She took the washcloth from me and reached down to cradle my penis in her hand. With her other hand, she wrapped the warm washcloth around it and started to wash me. She got down in front of me and looking up and smiling, continued to wash my poor spent cock. “I’m glad you settled down a bit. I was beginning to wonder if you had some kind of terminal erection disorder.” She joked.
When she was finished washing my cock, she told me to go into my bathroom and brush my teeth and meet her back in the bed. On my way out of the bathroom, I turned to see her drop the washcloth in the warm water, I assume to rinse the washcloth so she could wipe herself off. I found my toothbrush and brushed my teeth as quickly as I could and went back into her room. Since she wasn’t in bed yet, I walked over to the bathroom and looked in. She was wiping her pussy with the washcloth, and as I watched, I wished to myself that I was the one washing her pussy. She looked up and saw me peeking in at her saying “You’ll do just about anything to see me down there, won’t you?”
Throwing the washcloth in the sink, she said “All fresh again. See?” She turned toward me and pulled her lips open with her fingers. My gaze went straight to her pussy and I was stunned to see her slide her finger inside her vagina. I watched in fascination as she repeatedly sunk her finger all the way into herself, pulling it out and then pushing it back in. “Baby,” she said, “I love the fact that you’re so interested in looking at me, but, if you’re going to go ‘ga-ga’ every time you see a vagina, you’re going to be in serious trouble when you get a girlfriend who will let you see hers. I hope you learn to not be so obvious.”
Telling me to go back to the bed, I heard her turn on the water again and brush her teeth. After a minute, she turned off the bathroom light, walked back into the bedroom and got into the bed. “Turn over,” she said, “I want to lay behind you for a few minutes.”
Turning over as she asked, I felt her scoot up behind me. I could feel the warmth of her body lying right up against me and I felt good about that, like she needed me and that I was pleasing her. Content and cozy with my mother, I closed my eyes and before I knew it, I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up about 9:30 to find her still sleeping soundly next to me. What a beauty she was, too. I couldn’t help but think how lucky my dad must feel every day waking up next to her, having her lying right next to him just begging to be touched and caressed. That thought caused me to turn my attention to my morning erection, a glorious thing that seemed to happen each morning since I was about twelve years old. Most days, I would take a hold of it and give myself a nice morning stroke, but, I didn’t want to wake her and I just knew that if I started to stroke it, I would end up shaking the bed. So, I just laid there, looking at her and thinking about all the things we had done and what else we were going to do. We had a full nine hours before my sister and dad returned, and even though that really wasn’t a long time, my head was full of things to discover.