Mom does it all

CHAPTER THREE

Timmy was with her all the time, never letting her out of his sight. Donna never went anywhere unless she first checked with Timmy. If she needed something from the store, she wouldn't ask him to get it. Instead, she would ask him if she could go herself. Timmy enjoyed this change in their relationship. He liked being dominant with his mother, loved to tell her what he wanted, and watch her obey him instantly.

Donna, too, enjoyed being told what to do by her son. In fact, the more he embarrassed her, made her ashamed of herself, the better she liked it. She found it very strange that she found sexual pleasure in being embarrassed, but that was the way she was. She enjoyed her shame, and the more shame she felt, the greater her orgasms.

"Come on, Mom," Timmy said the next afternoon, "Let's sit on the patio."

She stood up from where she had been sitting.

"No, not like that," he said.

"Like what, Timmy?"

She was in shorts and a summer blouse.

"Put on a dress," he said. "You're sexier in a dress. But no bra. I want your titties naked."

She went to her bedroom to change, and, just as she smoothed her dress down, Timmy came in with a pair of panties. He held them up. They were very tiny, with just two small patches of cloth with narrow elastic strips holding them together.

"Where did you get those?" she asked.

"I bought them this morning!" Timmy said. "They're prettier than those other panties you always wear. This is the kind you'll wear from now on, Mom."

She took them when he handed them to her. They were one size too small, she noticed. Her face burned with the idea of wearing something so revealing.

"Put them on!" Timmy said.

"Here, with you watching?"

"That's right." He grinned.

Her face red, Donna lifted her dress and stripped off her plain cotton panties. She stepped into the small ones, and had to stretch the elastic about her hips.

"Lemme see how they fit, Mom."

Donna stood with her dress at her waist, her eyes closed as she burned with shame. The panties hardly covered anything, and the straps were low on her waist. They felt as if she would lose them at any time. The front cupped her cunt tightly, but showed a lot of curly hair. The seat didn't cover her ass at all, but drew into the crack of her ass.

"Perfect!" Timmy said.

She let him take her hand and lead her out the back door. There was a fence, but it was low, and anyone could look over it easily. The wrought-iron patio furniture was padded comfortably, and the round table was shaded by a huge fringed umbrella.

She sat on the lounge where her son pointed, and he sat at the table.

"Pull your leg up!" he said.

Donna shot a glance around the back yard, her face flaming.

"Out here, Timmy?" she asked. "Someone might see me. I'd be full of shame."

"Who cares if someone sees you? I don't!" he said.

Donna looked at him then lifted her right knee slowly. Her dress started to slide along her thigh, but he stopped her. When she paused with her knee bent slightly, thighs showing he told her to bend it all the way back.

Donna knew what he was seeing then. He wanted to see her new panties. Her eyes glanced briefly at the front of his cut-offs, the same pair he had oven her to wash the day before. Cut-offs were all he wore, it seemed. The head of his cock poked from the fringe.

"That's pretty, Mom," Timmy said. "You look real pretty. Those panties fit just right. I can see hair and, oh, yeah, the slit of your fucking cunt, too."

She couldn't stop blushing. Her husband had never made her do anything like this. Yet, the possibility of someone seeing her, seeing those tiny panties, caused her to feel a strange thrill.

"You're really pretty, Mom."

"No! I'm not, Timmy," she said, pleased by his words. "I'm nothing special. Just a woman, that's all."

"My woman," Timmy said, pulling the edge of his shorts to one side, exposing his cock. "You're my cunt."

Donna nodded, embarrassed because he had his cock exposed, because her dress was up. She knew what her responses were supposed to be when her son talked like that. She knew the words she was to use.

"I'm your cunt, darling," she said softly, glancing constantly at the fence, then at his cock.

"My piece of ass."

"Your ass, Timmy," she breathed as she felt her cunt getting wet. "I'm your ass! Your cunt."

Timmy's eyes began to glow as his cock hardened. He stroked his prick, slowly tracing his fingers up and down the stiffening cockshaft.

"You're a fucking cuntface."

"Cuntface!" Donna murmured, her voice turning husky.

"Mom, you ever suck a cock before?"

"Timmy, don't, please."

"Tell me," he insisted. "Do you like to suck cock?"

"Timmy, I don't want to talk about that."

"Tough shit," he said. "You have to tell me anyway."

Donna shivered, knowing she had to tell him. Why she felt this need to obey, she couldn't understand it was not that she was afraid he would hit her, abuse her. He wouldn't do anything like that, so she thought. All her son wanted to do was be in command, tell her what to do. She nodded her head, her face burning with shame as she admitted to her son that she had sucked cock before.

"Whose?"

"Your father's," she whispered.

"Did you like a cock in your mouth?"

Donna wondered where her son had learned all this.

"I hated it," she told her son truthfully.

"Why?"

"Because his cock was too big," she said, her voice low as she blushed. "It choked me."

Timmy gazed at his mother's crotch, his cock swelling up in full hardness. He was dripping from his piss hole, his finger smearing pre-come about the smooth swollen head.

"Why are you asking me all this, Timmy?" Donna asked, already aware of his reason.

"Suck my cock, Mom!"

"I will not!" Donna said, with more force in her voice than she thought she had. "I will do no such thing, Timmy!"

"Yes you will," he said, grinning at her.

"You can go to hell, smart-ass!" Donna snapped, shoving her feet off the lounge and smoothing her skirt over her hips and thighs.

"Okay," Timmy said, shoving his cock back into his shorts.

Donna stood near the lounge, afraid now. Where that burst of sudden independence had come from, she didn't know. But seeing her son shove his cock back into his shorts bothered her.

"What do you mean, okay?" she asked.

"Just okay, Mom!" he said.

She gazed at him, her eyes on the fringe of his shorts were his cock had disappeared. Her legs became weak suddenly. She didn't want him to put that cock away. She wanted his prick out, hard, ready to fuck her again.

"Timmy, I'm sorry," she said softly, her voice contrite. "I didn't mean that."

"Show me," Timmy said.

"Show you? How, Timmy?"

He scooted his ass to the edge of the chair, spreading his knees. His cock strained inside his shorts. He pointed at his cock.

"Suck it!"

"I won't…" Donna stopped, licking her lips. She remembered her husband's cock, big and long and so thick she could hardly get her lips about it. She had been very uncomfortable sucking his cock and she hated it when he came in her mouth, but Timmy's cock wasn't, that large. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad.

"Suck my cock, Mom," Timmy said again.

Donna stepped to him, dropping to her knees.

"Pull your dress up," he said, "to your waist."

Donna lifted her dress, feeling the sun on her ass cheeks. She placed her hands on his knees, looking into his face.

"Now, let your tits out."

She pulled her straps off her shoulders, her tits exposed, nipples hard and bulging. Timmy looked down at her. Donna knelt, feeling subservient, and enjoying it. Her cunt pulsated wetly inside the tiny panties.

"Take my cock out," Timmy said.

Donna opened her son's shorts. When she pulled them down, he lifted his ass. She pulled his shorts to his thighs, and his cock leaped upright, throbbing with hardness.

"Jack it," Timmy said.

Donna's cunt almost came as she wrapped her fist about her son's cock. The heat of his prick seemed to burn her palm, and she squeezed tightly as she pumped her fist up and down.

"Hard, huh?"

"It's very hard, Timmy," she said. Her face was pink with embarrassment, and she glanced about the yard, afraid someone was watching her.

"Kiss it, Mom! Kiss my hard cock!"

"Timmy, please…"

"Then turn the fuck loose," he said angrily. "If you don't wanna kiss my cock, you can't play with it."

"I want to!" Donna said quickly. "I want to play with it! I'll kiss your cock, darling! I'll kiss it!"

"Then start kissing, cunt!"

Donna placed her warm lips on the shaft of his cock, kissing his prick.

"Not there, bitch! Kiss the head, kiss my piss hole!"

"But you're all wet there!" Donna protested.

"Kiss it anyway."

Donna, clutching her son's cock tightly, stared into her son's eyes, then, when he said nothing more, lowered her face. With her lips together, she felt his slippery fuck juices smear them. She kissed, and then started to lift but Timmy grabbed the back of her head and pulled, arching his hips at the same time. His cock thrust past her lips, past her teeth, and almost into her throat.

Donna cried but didn't dare try to yank her mouth free. She felt her lips stretching on his cock, felt his prick burning her lips.

"Suck me you fucking cocksucker!" Timmy demanded.

Donna began to cry, ashamed because her mouth was filled with her son's cock. It was a repeat of the things her husband had forced, on her. The only difference was, it was now Timmy instead of him, and Timmy's cock didn't hurt her. Her jaws didn't stretch so wide, and there was still room in her mouth. She tried to just hold his cock, to not move at all.

But Timmy didn't let her get away with that. He held her cheeks in his palms, and began to fuck up and down into her mouth. She turned her eyes up to him. They were filled with tears, tears of humiliation, pleading with him not to fuck her in the mouth. But Timmy ignored the tears. He grinned wickedly at her, fucking his cock in and out. Donna didn't think to open her mouth. She kept her lips closed tightly about his cock, tasting the dripping cock juices as he seeped them over her tongue.

Then Timmy held his hips still, working her face up and down on his cock. He was making her fuck his cock with her mouth and Donna cried silently, her knees hurting against the cement but her cunt was pulsating wildly. The sun burned at her skimpily covered ass. She kept staring up into her son's face with tear-filled, eyes, swallowing when her mouth filled with the drippings of his cock.

"You suck good, Mom," he grunted. "You're a pretty good cocksucker!"

Hearing herself being called a cocksucker created a perverse thrill in Donna. She began to press her tongue against his cock, feeling his prick slide along her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She tasted the heat of her son's prick, and found she could take his cock quite easily when the swollen prickhead brushed at her throat. Her son's cock was different than her husband's, and she found his wasn't nearly as bad to suck on. In fact, she found enjoyment with her son's cock in her mouth. She started sucking of her own free will, making her son laugh.

"I knew you were a cocksucker," he said. "Mom, you love to suck a hard cock! You don't shit me, not anymore! Suck my cock! Suck it hard! You sure have a wet, hot mouth, Mom! Eat me… eat my hard cock!"

Donna, her emotions on fire, began to suck her son's cock vigorously, racing her lips up and down, her tongue swirling. She whimpered softly, twisting her mouth about his prick. She held his hips, bobbing her face up and down, her lips sucking in a suddenly greedy way.

"Someone's watching you, Mom," Timmy said.

Donna jerked from her son's cock, her face flaming with shame, her eyes darting about.

Timmy laughed.

She saw no one. "Timmy, don't do that!"

"Just wanted to see what you'd do, that's all." He laughed at her embarrassment.

"Let's go in the house, darling," she said. "I'll suck you real good in the house. Come on, baby… let's go where no one can see me."

"We're staying right here, and you're gonna suck my cock until I come, Mom."

"Timmy, please?"

He grabbed her head, twisting his fingers into her hair, pulling her mouth to his throbbing cock.

"Suck me, Goddamn you! Suck my cock off, you fucking cunt, and suck it off right now!"

Donna began crying again, but took his cock into her mouth and sucked.

It didn't take much longer.

She felt his cock swelling even harder as she sucked. It seemed his cock was dripping more, too and she had to swallow more often. She felt as if someone was watching her, staring at her as she sucked on her son's cock, seeing her ass cupped in those tight, skimpy panties. She sucked furiously, wanting to make her son come before someone actually did see what she was doing. The wet heat that burned at her cunt gave her added energy.

She made wet sounds as she sucked hard, struggling to make her son come quickly, wanting to get into the house. As the heat grew greater inside the tight panties, she began to writhe her ass, pressing a heel into her cunt. She felt as if she were going to come, hardly realizing it was because of where she was, what she was doing. Her exposure, with the chance of anyone peeking over the fence and watching her sucking her son's cock, sent a feeling of ecstasy rumbling through her body, her cunt started convulsing. She squealed about her son's cock, sucking as hard and fast as she could. Her ass twisted, her mouth bobbing. She grabbed her son's balls in one hand, twisting them in mindless ecstasy.

"Suck it up, Mom!" Timmy groaned. "Suck that hard cock, you fucking cocksucker! Eat my cock… lick my prick! Suck harder, cunt! I'm gonna come in your fucking cocksucking mouth, Mom!"

Donna heard him, but nothing registered in her mind. She was sucking wildly, her cunt clenching. Juices soaked through the thin panties, smearing her heel. Her almost-naked body shook with amazing ecstasy. She gobbled hungrily on his cock, drawing up on it powerfully, keeping her tongue tight to make it rub the roof of her mouth.

"Here it comes, cocksucker!"

Donna's mouth filled with the come juice of her son's balls. Her eyes widened as she tasted the boiling thick fuck juices. It was nothing like her husband's come juice. Timmy's come juice tasted sweet, creamy. When she made her first swallow of it, her cunt went into spasms that almost blew her mind apart. She squealed wetly and sucked as hard as she could on Timmy's gushing cock. She twisted his balls, urging him to come and keep coming. Her eyes rolled back with in intense ecstasy.

She didn't want to pull her mouth from his cock when he finished coming. She held it, licking her tongue around about it, swiping at his piss hole.

"You can stop now, you cock-hungry bitch!" Timmy said.

Donna pulled up, his cock flopping out of her mouth. She pressed her face down into his crotch, unable to resist kissing his balls.

"Mmmmm, Timmy," she murmured. "I didn't know cocksucking could be so good."

"Nice huh, Mom?" He grinned.

"Delicious, darling," she said, getting to her feet, her knees hurting. She gazed down at him, a smile on her face. She lifted her dress to her waist, her tits already showing. She parted her legs, arching her hips out. "Look how wet I am. I came, too! God, did I come!"

"I guess that means you like to suck my cock, huh?"

"Timmy," Donna said, hugging her naked tits, "You're delicious! I'll suck that cock of yours anytime you ask."

"Go rest awhile, Mom," he said, pointing to the lounge. "Did I really scare you when I said someone was watching?"

"I almost shit." She grinned at him.

"I don't care if someone watches you suck me," he said. "You're just a fucking cunt anyway."

"Yes, I am!" Donna heard herself reply. "I'm just a cunt, that's all I am."

"You're just shit, Mom," Timmy said. "Just plain old shit."

"Yes! Baby!"

"Piss on you," he said, getting to his feet, his cock and balls dangling along the side of his cut-offs. "In fact, that's what I think I'll do."

A sudden fear came in Donna's eyes. "Do what, honey?"

"Piss on you."

"Timmy, that… that isn't nice," she said.

"Who gives a fuck if it's nice or not?" Timmy replied, coming toward her. "I can piss on you if I wanna piss on you."

Donna looked at him, worried. He held his cock in his hand, standing next to her. He waved his cock at her wickedly.

"You wouldn't really piss on me, would you? You're just teasing me, aren't you, Timmy?"

"I'm gonna piss on you," he said. "Open your fucking legs, Mom. Im gonna piss on your fucking cunt!"

"Timmy, please don't piss on me."

"Open your legs!"

Donna parted her legs, lifting her dress to her waist, the tight crotch of the too-small panties stretching about her cunt. She eyed the head of his cock warily still not believing her son would actually piss on her.

But Timmy did.

He shot a strong golden stream of hot piss directly between her thighs, right on her cunt.

"Ohhhh, Timmy!"

"Ahhhh, what a relief," he said, watching his piss splash against the crotch of her panties.

"Timmy!" Donna screeched, knowing she couldn't move.

She looked at her crotch with huge eyes, feeling his piss burning through her panties, soaking than, and searing her cunt beneath. He moved his cock, spraying her thighs, then across her stomach. When the hot piss started splashing about her naked tits, Donna closed her eyes. Despite the feeling of degradation of being pissed on by her son, she could not deny the sudden lurching of her cunt, the quivering of her pussy lips and the sudden explosion of her clit. She choked back the moans of ecstasy as she came, not wanting her son to know he could make her come by pissing on her. Her cunt was drenched in his piss, her tits dripping with it, her inner thighs smeared. Her skimpy panties were soaked, and even her ass was wet with piss.

Timmy laughed, shaking the final few drops of his piss off.

Donna was drenched in piss from her tits to her cunt, and she had a time concealing the tremors of delight from her son.