Mom does it all

CHAPTER FOUR

Donna stretched luxuriously in bed, looking out the window to the sun-drenched yard. She had slept quite late, later than usual.

She smiled, curling up with her knees drawn to her tits, hands beneath her chin. If only Timmy knew how good she had felt the day before! She had enjoyed sucking his cock off. She didn't find it strange that she had hated her husband's cock but found great pleasure sucking on her son's delicious prick. She giggled softly, imagining she could still taste his come juice, feel his hot, lovely piss splashing onto her cunt, tingling on the hardness of her nipples.

She felt her cunt throbbing already, and ran a hand between her thighs, touching lightly. Immediately she moaned with pleasure. She had surprised herself the day before, standing up to her son. It was the first time she had stood up any male. Once she realized what she had done, she became contrite and submissive quickly. Still, that one brief flare of independence had felt good.

Swinging her legs off the bed, she stood, looking down at her slender body, grinning impishly. Maybe Timmy would piss on her again today. She shivered with anticipation. Come on, she told herself. Who are you trying to kid? You know you want it this way. You like being submissive, don't you? She agreed with herself, adding she loved allowing her son to dominate her. This was much different than the way she had been dominated before. Timmy dominated her sexually, where the others had dominated mentally.

As she showered, she realized that sexual domination was the key. Only during sex did she want – need – that domination.

She had just turned the shower off when Timmy entered the bathroom.

"Good morning, darling." She smiled.

"Fuck you, cunt," Timmy replied.

"My, what a grouch you are," she teased, stepping from the shower stall and drying herself. Timmy grinned at her as he aimed his cock into the toilet.

"Not really! Mom," he said.

Donna dropped the towel, moving close to him. She rubbed her fuzzy cunt against his hip, stroking one hand down his back, the other his chest. She kissed his cheek as her fingers played with the tuft of hair at the base of his cock.

"You can fuck me, baby," she whispered, watching the golden stream of piss splashing into the bowl. "You know that."

He son grinned at her, and Donna kissed his lips. Her hand cupped a cheek of his ass, squeezing lightly, her eyes gazing down at his cock, watching his piss.

"Want me to hold your cock?" she asked softly. "Mother will hold your cock while you piss, if you'd like."

Timmy moved his hand, and she held his prick. But she couldn't resist caressing it with her fingers, either. It cut the flow of piss. Donna giggled.

"Come on, Mom," Timmy said. "I gotta piss."

She lowered her hand and cupped his balls, watching his piss flow again. She squeezed the cheek of his ass squealing softly. She moved her hand off his balls and into the stream.

"Mmmmnun, warm," she gurgled. "You really like piss, Mom?"

"Oooo, yes, baby!"

"Then wash your fucking face in my piss!"

"Timmy. I don't know about that."

"Mom, wash your cocksucking face in my piss!"

Donna felt a tingle throbbing at her cunt, an itching sensation that scratching wouldn't help. Her clit had started to swell, and there was a deep pulsing feeling in her cunt lips. Her hand was still cupped a few inches from his cock, but Timmy had stopped the stream of pee. Her palm was wet with piss.

"Wash your face!" he said again.

Donna's eyes flared, fiery and her knees began to shake. With her eyes lowered, she brought her hand to her face and smeared his piss on her cheek.

"More!" Timmy said.

He pissed into her hand again, and Donna once again washed her face.

"Both hands, cunt!"

Donna cupped her hands as Timmy pissed in them then washed her face in the warm piss. She made a soft sob of unexpected pleasure, her knees buckling. She slowly went to her knees, and, while Timmy pissed, she washed her face with pee.

She sat on her heels, her face glistening with piss, looking up at her son, her face pink with shame, but her cunt was throbbing, and very wet.

Timmy turned to face her, and shook his cock. A few remaining drops of piss landed on her face. A whimper came from her throat as Timmy rubbed the head of his cock across her lips slowly. She tasted his piss when one last drop somehow entered her lips.

"Ooooo, God!" she moaned, clutching her stomach. "I'm coming, Timmy!"

Timmy's eyes lit up, and he laughed. It wasn't a sarcastic or nasty sound, but one of pleasure. He pressed his cock past his mother's lips, and Donna, groaning with orgasm, accepted his prick. She ran her tongue across his piss hole, trying to taste more. She sucked at his cock, trying to draw his prick into her mouth, but Timmy pulled back.

"Later, Mom," he said. "Later you can suck my cock all you want. Right now I'm hungry."

Donna stood up, grinning impishly at him, holding his cock and balls in her hand. "I'll fix you something, to eat, darling. Is it alright if I wash my face? In water, not piss?"

Timmy laughed, slapping his mother on her naked ass in a playful way. She watched him leave, a smile of fondness on her lovely face.

After washing her face, she brushed her rich, thick hair and then, nakedly, went to prepare a late breakfast for her son. She hummed and sang as she prepared his food, her ass swaying to the rhythm. She felt so happy, so very happy.

Timmy sat watching his mother, his cock swollen into a hardness that made his prick bulge. She flashed him a grin over her shoulder, winking and flicking her tongue across her lips. Donna watched her son stroking his hard cock, her eyes turning glassy. She arched her ass out at him, one hand pulling a firm, shapely cheek apart then winked lewdly at him.

She placed his food before him and sat in a chair close enough so she could fondle his cock and balls as he ate. Her pussy ached with desire.

"Timmy, I'm getting hot!" she murmured, squeezing his cock. "My pussy is getting very wet."

"So play with it, Mom," he said. "Fingerfuck it if you're so damned hot."

"Yes," she whispered, spreading her knees and moving her hand between her thighs. She gripped his cock, jacking up and down and rubbing her swollen clit at the same time.

Timmy finished, shoving his plate away.

"Suck me," he said, leaning back in the chair. Donna slipped from her chair, on her knees, leaning her face into his cock.

"Under the table," Timmy hissed, feeling his mother's tongue scrape along his throbbing prick shaft. "Crawl under the fucking table and suck my cock!"

"Yes, darling!" she murmured, crawling beneath the table. Timmy spread his legs, and Donna began licking up them immediately, her tongue swirled wetly along the inner surface of his young thighs. His flesh tasted so sweet to her, she nipped passionately. Her lips kissed his balls, the tip of her tongue swirling. She ran her tongue up his cock, and across his piss hole. She began to purr as her lips closed about his smooth, hot prickhead. Timmy shoved his hands under the table, on top of his mother's head, pushing downward. Donna gave a small, dainty choke as the smooth head of her son's cock brushed her throat.

"Suck my cock, cuntface!"

"Mmmmm," Donna whimpered.

"Fucking cocksucker!" Timmy said. "Hot, cock-hungry fucking bitch cunt!"

Donna's body shivered, her cunt dripping hot fuck juices along the inner surfaces of her thighs. Her pulse was racing with searing heat, her clit throbbing. Her lips tingled with the hardness of her son's prick, burned with hungry rapture. She twisted her head about as she sucked up and down, the low whimpering sound constant in her throat.

"Okay," Timmy said, "you can turn loose now, Mom."

Donna didn't want to turn loose. She wanted to cling to his young, sweet cock, taste that hard heat, lick away the seeping sweetness that beaded on his piss hole.

"I said stop, you crazy cocksucker!"

Donna came from under the table, her eyes blazing as she smiled wantonly at him.

"Why didn't you come, baby?" she asked in a husky voice. "I wanted you to come in my mouth. That would be a wonderful breakfast far me."

"I'll come when and where I wanna, Mom," Timmy replied.

"Yes, darling, you're right."

She cleared away his dishes, stacking them into the dishwasher. Timmy watched his mother leaning over, her ass so pretty, so firm and shapely.

"I want your ass, Mom," he said.

Donna waggled her ass invitingly. "Then take it, Timmy. My ass is your ass."

Timmy stood up, his cock jerking with hardness. He moved up behind his mother, and Donna remained bent over when he rubbed the head of his prick about the cheeks of her ass, along the backs of her thighs.

"That feels wonderful, Timmy," Donna cooed, wiggling her ass to increase his excitement. "Your cock is so hard and hot! Rub it all over mother's ass!"

Timmy pumped on his cock as he smeared her flesh with the dripping fuck fluids. He pressed his balls against the hot crack and rubbed his cock along her spine. Donna mewled, feeling his balls against her asshole, his cock throbbing on her flesh.

Then Timmy drew back, and she felt his cock touch the pucker of her asshole. She squealed, and jerked upright.

"No, Timmy, not there…" she said.

"Why the fuck not, Mom?"

"It's… you're too big, darling," she said, stroking his chest and smiling at him. "You have an awfully big cock, and my asshole is so small. It would hurt me honey."

"Then get on your knees," he said.

"That's better," Donna hissed with excitement.

She dropped down before him, settling her naked ass on her heels. She ran her hands up his thighs, her eyes burning on his cock. Timmy held his prick tightly. His piss hole flared. Donna cupped her son's ass, pulling him forward. When his cock touched her lips, she started to draw his prick into her mouth, but Timmy wouldn't put his cock in.

"Not yet," he said.

He jacked his cock, before brushing her lips. Donna kept her lips closed, letting her son jerk his prick and rub his piss hole from one corner of her mouth to the other. His balls swung back and forth. She held his ass with both hands, her eyes sparkling up at him.

"Lick it!"

Donna shot her tongue out, licking it around the swollen cockhead, flicking the fuck juices from his piss hole. While her tongue swirled against the head of his cock, Timmy kept pumping his fist, watching his kneeling mother with hot, almost glazed eyes.

"Suck it!"

With a whine, Donna closed her lips around her son's cock but he refused to allow her to suck his prick deeply. She clung to his ass cheeks, her eyes blazing into his. Timmy kept jacking on his cock, smashing his fist on her lips. His balls were swinging but were not quite touching her chin. She dug her fingers into his ass, trying to pull his cock deep into her mouth, but Timmy held back, letting her suck just his prickhead.

Donna's cunt was boiling and wet. Her eyes pleaded with him, letting him know she wanted to suck all his hard cock, every inch. But Timmy refused. When she tried to pull his cock deeper he resisted. Donna felt tears in her eyes, tears of desire and frustration.

She sucked from his prick, nuzzling her cheek against his cock. "Fuck me, Timmy! Please," she moaned. "At least let me suck it all! Fuck my mouth, darling! Fuck mother's mouth! You know my mouth is hot and wet. Let me suck your cock off… taste you coming in my hot mouth, baby! Please, Timmy! Please!"

"I thought you didn't like to suck cock, Mom?" her son said. "That's what you said yesterday."

"I lied, Timmy," she whimpered. "I love to suck your cock! Let me have it in my mouth, darling! Please let mother suck you off."

She placed one hand over his, and, rubbed his cock about her face, her nose, her eyes. She groaned with frustrated hunger, her tongue licking eagerly about the head. Her hand, still clutching his ass, squeezed, a finger close to his asshole. Timmy shifted his ass, and Donna felt the heat of his asshole.

"Rub my ass, Mom!" he said. "That's right, rub your finger on my asshole!"

She held her face up as her son kept jacking on his cock, rubbing at his tight asshole. Her tongue licked at her lips as Timmy rubbed the dripping head of his cock about them, her eyes glassy with boiling passion. She became so passionate the first knuckle of her finger slipped into her son's asshole. Timmy yelped when he felt it.

"Take your fucking finger out of my asshole, Mom!" he said, jerking forward. The head of his cock penetrated her lips and was sucked swiftly before he could yank back. She pulled her finger from his tightly gripping asshole, and squeezed the cheek of his ass hard as she tried to swallow his cock. But Timmy backed off again.

"Suck your fucking finger, Mom!" he said. "I wanna see you sucking that finger you had in my asshole!"

"Oh, no!" Donna sobbed. "Timmy, you know I couldn't do that!"

"You can do anything I tell you to do!" he said. "Suck your finger, Mom!"

Donna felt a flash of heat creep aver her face. She didn't want to lick that finger, not after it had been up her son's ass!

"Please, Timmy."

"You'd better suck that finger," he said, "or you don't suck my cock, Mom." He started to turn away.

"I will!" Donna cried. "Don't leave me now, Timmy! I'll do it!"

"Show me, then," he demanded.

With tears of shame in her eyes, Donna held her finger up. Already she could smell it, and the smell became stronger as she pulled her finger toward her lips. Timmy grasped her wrist, and plunged her finger into her mouth. Donna gagged.

"Suck it!"

Feeling humiliated. Donna sucked at her finger. The taste made her gag again, but she sucked anyway. And then she came.

"Ooooo!" she moaned around her finger, her eyes hazy and unseeing.

"You love it, Mom," Timmy laughed gleefully. "You see, it's making your fucking cunt come!"

Donna couldn't understand how this vile thing could excite her to the point of orgasm. Yet it did, and she was coming very strongly. The harder she came, the more she sucked at her finger, and the more she sobbed.

Timmy was pumping his cock again, his eyes blazing with pleasure at what he had forced his mother to do. Donna continued to sit on her heals but her finger was out of her mouth now. She was clinging to her son's tight ass, keeping her fingers out of the crack now.

"I'm gonna come in your fucking face!" Timmy gasped, jerking faster.

"Yes," Donna whispered.

Her eyes glazed with a sense of humiliated delight. She wanted her son to come in her face, to spurt his come juice all over her face. Once again her cunt was pulsing with wet heat, her clit painfully erect.

Her son didn't stop her when she licked at the head of his cock, tasting the juices that seeped from his piss hole. His fist kept jerking back and forth, and Donna swirled her tongue wildly and wetly on the bulging prickhead.

"I'm almost ready, Mom!"

"Mmmm, come!" Donna squealed, digging her hands into the cheeks of his ass. "Come in my face, baby! Oooo, darling, squirt it in mother's fucking face!"

Timmy grunted, and sent a hot splash of come juice into her face. It landed on her chin and Donna squealed, opening her mouth wide. Timmy's fist jerked hard, sending thick spurts of come juice across his mother's tongue. Donna sobbed with pleasure, feeling a deliciously thick splash against the back of her throat. The wet, slippery cum juice splashed all over her face, dripping from her cheeks, her forehead, nose and tongue. Most of it landed on her face, not in her mouth, but her son's jizz caused her cunt to convulse with strong orgasmic spasms.