Mom does it all

CHAPTER TWO

She didn't know when Timmy left.

Donna remained on the couch, her robe open. Her tits heaved up and down as she struggled to breath. Her cunt was smeared with come juice and her limbs felt like liquid. Her ass hung over the couch, her flesh shivering. The power of her orgasm had been a real surprise.

Donna had come before, of course, but never like this. This orgasm had almost shattered her completely. She ran her hand down her still-trembling stomach, smearing the come juice about the soft hair of her cunt. She brushed the tip of her cunt, and her hips jerked as a soft moan came from her mouth.

Then Donna began to cry.

She cried with shame, with humiliation about what her son had made her do. Even though it was the best orgasm she had ever experienced, it shamed her to know her son had caused it. Tears flowed again from her eyes. She pulled her robe about her nakedness, turning her head to one side and lowering it to the arm of the couch, crying with shame.

But something she couldn't deny, it had been wonderful. It had been perfect, fantastic. And those words her son had demanded of her had helped. Even calling her these names had done something to her emotions, made her excited. She felt worthless, of value only because of what she had between her legs. She felt she was nothing but a piece of shit, something to use. She had ways felt as though she was filth.

She cried for a long time, then struggled to her feet. She stumbled to the bathroom, hardly able to see through her tears. She ran a tub of hot water, as hot as she could stand. Slipping into the water, she leaned back, trying to understand what was wrong with her, why she liked for her son to call her cunt, bitch, asshole.

Why had she come?

Why did those names excite her?

What was wrong with her?

When her father, her brother, and her husband had called her those names, it hadn't excited her, only made her feel all the more worthless. But when her son called her those names she became fiery hot, her cunt literally steaming. She had never felt excitement when they had demanded things of her, but when Timmy demanded, she felt all tingly and warm. But then, her father and brother had not touched her in a sexual way, either. Her husband had called her cunt and bitch and slut and shit and cocksucker, even while fucking her and she had only felt a coolness of passivity.

Donna was aware her cunt was throbbing again, that her clit had become swollen once more. She leaned her head on the rim of the tub, opening her legs and gently exploring her cunt with tender fingers.

"Where the fuck are you, Mom?" she heard her son say.

She started to answer, then remembered where she was.

She never talked like that to her before, not with those words. He had always been demanding, like his father, but never using such words. Now, he spouted them ha if he had been saying them all his life.

Donna felt herself blushing and hated herself for it. There was no reason to blush because he used such words, but she couldn't help it. She knew it was useless to try and stop him from using the words.

"You fucking cunt!" Timmy shouted. "Where are you, you cocksucking asshole?"

She felt a twitching between her legs, a warm sensation of pleasure starting to flow about her cunt. Again she started to answer then clamped her lips tight. She unplugged the drain and stepped out of the tub. She used a huge towel to dry herself.

"So, here you are?" Timmy said, standing in the doorway of the bathroom. His eyes gleamed.

Donna quickly covered herself or tried to. The towel wasn't big enough and one tit remained exposed, some of her cunt hair also revealed. She cowered from her son, watching him warily.

"You're not supposed to see me this way," she said, but couldn't put force behind her words.

"I can see you any fucking way I wanna, Mom," he replied, his eyes taking in her long, slim, smooth thighs, lifting to her exposed tit. "Drop that fucking towel."

For just a moment, Donna clung to the towel, then let it go. She crouched, arm over her tits, one hand shielding her pussy.

"Stand up, Mom," Timmy said. "I wanna see what you look like naked!"

Her conditioning made her stand, arms at her sides. Her face was burning with shame to be naked before her son, her head hanging down shyly. Although she didn't think of herself as a beautiful woman, not even a pretty woman. Her son saw a fantastically beautiful woman.

Donna had rich light-brown hair, feathered back from her face and hanging in soft waves just past her shoulders. Her eyes were a startling blue, shimmering now with the shame she felt. Her tits thrust out in firm roundness, full and shapely. Her nipples, a light-brown color, jutted upward in rubbery peaks. Her stomach was flat, her belly button a becoming dimple. She had a small waist, with rounded hips slopping gracefully to her long, shapely thighs.

Donna was indeed beautiful, despite what she thought.

She was mouth-watering, sensuous. The dark hair between her thighs was thick and soft, in the perfect shape of a triangle. There was a very thin line of hair growing up from the thickness to her bellybutton, making her appear erotic.

Timmy took it all in, his cock staining again inside cut-offs. His eyes burned with hunger.

"Turn around!" he said.

Donna looked at her son, and with a slight shiver, turned. Timmy stared at his mother's ass. Her ass was perfect, the most perfect ass ever. The ass cheeks swelled outward like twin bubbles, enticing with the inviting crack between them. She was a natural beauty, with a perfectly shaped body. With confidence, Donna could have perhaps become a highly paid model or actress. But she had no confidence in herself.

"Nice, Mom!" she heard her son say. "That's a very nice ass."

"Timmy, can I turn around, please?"

"Sure, turn around," he agreed.

When Donna faced her son again, she saw his shorts were hanging just below his hips. His cock strained out in hardness, the prickhead bulging. His balls hung low, exciting her so.

She new it was wrong.

"Come on," Timmy said, and turned from her.

Donna stood still for just a moment, seeing her son holding his shorts in one hand to keep them from falling. His ass was tight, small and hard. She swallowed, then, still naked, followed him passively.

"Get on the bed!" Timmy said as she followed him into her room. "Get on the fucking bed! Mom."

"Timmy," she said, a sob in her voice. "What are you going to do? Don't do what I think you are, please!"

"Just get on the fucking bed like I told you," he said, his voice a bit harsh. He stepped out of his shorts, standing naked before her, his cock jerking up and down with hardness. "On the bed!"

Donna scrambled quickly to the bed. She sat there, on the edge, looking at him, her face already pink with shame. She tried to keep her eyes off his throbbing hard-on, but they kept dropping to his cock anyway.

"Lay back!" he said.

Sliding, Donna lay back on the bed. "Spread your fucking legs, Mom."

Donna parted her knees, covering her eyes with one arm, a means of shielding her shame from his hot eyes. Yet, embarrassed intensely, Donna felt her cunt reacting. Her pussy was becoming wet, the fuck juices glistening in the sunshine that came through the open window. Her clit was swelling hard, tingling, and her ass seemed to clench with anticipation.

Timmy stared at his mother's cunt, her legs hanging over the edge. Moving farther, his cock leading the way, he said, "Wanna get fucked, Mom?"

"Timmy, no," she whispered. "Please! I'm your mother, honey. You're not supposed to…"

"Answer my fucking question!" he snapped. "Wanna get fucked?"

Donna couldn't refuse. She had to obey.

"Yes!" she whispered.

"I didn't hear you, Mom."

"Yes," she said, louder.

"Tell me what you want, Mom."

"I want to ohhh, Timmy!" she sobbed, burning with shame. "Don't make me say it!"

She peeked from under her arm, seeing his cock hard and dripping, balls looking loaded as they hung there.

"Tell me you cunt!"

"Ooooo," Donna groaned, her hips starting to writhe.

"Yes, Timmy!"

"Yes what, bitch?"

"I want to get fucked!" Donna almost screamed. "I want to fuck. I want to get fucked!"

"You want my cock up your hot cunt?"

"Yes, yes!"

Timmy pressed the head of his cock downward, brushing at his mother's pussy. Donna was sobbing but she wasn't sure if it was because of her shame or the desire that was boiling inside her body. The touch of her son's cock against her cunt had set off delicious reactions. She wanted his cock, wanted her son's cock inside her starved cunt badly. She wanted her son to fuck her hard and fast, come off inside her pussy.

"Tell me!"

"Fuck me, Timmy!" Donna cried. "Fuck me, fuck me! Shove your cock in my cunt and fuck me!"

"We understand each other, don't we, Mom?" Timmy said rubbing the swollen head of his cock up and down her cunt slit.

"Yes, darling!" she said, her voice soft now, but with a trembling quality in it. "Yes, baby, we understand each other!"

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes! Fuck me!"

"You're always gonna do what I want! Right, Mom?"

"Yes, darling," she cried softly.

"Always! Right, Mom?"

"Ooo, yes, Timmy!"

He rubbed his cock up and down, teasing her with his prickhead, slipping his cock just into her cunt. Donna's hips jerked upward but Timmy pulled away.

"Fuck me, Timmy!" Donna sobbed with desperation. "Ohhh, darling! I'm hot! I'm hot for your cock! Give it to me… to my cunt! Fuck mother, Timmy!"

"That's better, Mom," he said, laughing a little. "I like it when you beg for my cock."

"Put it in me – in my pussy!" Donna moaned, wanting her son's cock more than she ever had her husband's. Timmy, his excitement beyond control now, pressed the head of his cock between the steamy lips of his mother's cunt. Donna sucked in a harsh breath of air as her son's prick penetrated her cunt, spreading the hairy pussy lips. She wanted to thrust her hips up to him, to slide her pussy onto his hard cock quickly, feel it deep inside her. But she couldn't move. She had to wait, to move only when her son told her to. It was a struggle to lie still, her body shaking with hot hungers. She kept her arm over her eyes, her face burning with shame despite the wild sensations of her cunt. She peeked from under her arms, seeing her son's lower body pressing between her legs. The small tuft of hair at the base of his cock mingled with the thick hairs of her cunt as his prick filled her pussy. She could feel her son's cock in her, his balls resting against the cheeks of her ass. She couldn't swallow the moan that came from her, nor could she stop the sudden gripping of her cunt around the base of his cock.

"You like that, Mom?" Timmy asked, his cock stuffed into her cunt completely. He ran his hands about her stomach and hips and thighs. "You like my cock in your cunt?"

"Yes, Timmy," she said quietly.

"Wanna get fucked?"

"Yes, darling."

"Want to fuck me, Mom?"

"Yes."

"Then, God damn it," Timmy said. "What the fuck are you waiting for? Fuck me, Mom! Wiggle your fucking ass! Pump your fucking cunt on my cock! Fuck my hard cock with your hot, wet pussy!"

Donna pumped her hips.

"Yeah, Mom!" Timmy groaned, gazing at her cunt as she began to fuck him. "Fuck that cock!"

Donna was ashamed that she was churning her naked crotch up and down, ashamed that her son had his cock in her cunt, ashamed that she was fucking him so lewdly, and feeling so good. She wanted to pound her cunt violently onto her son's throbbing hard cock.

Donna churned her hips faster. She thrashed wildly, fucking back and forth on her son's cock, moaning as the sensations of ecstasy swelled inside her body. The moist sounds of her cunt riding her son's cock filled her ears. There were tears in her eyes again but this time they were tears of joy, of increasing ecstasy. She was no longer blushing.

Timmy grasped his mother's hips, jerking them upward and fucking his cock deep into her bubbling cunt. Donna began to grind her hips, smashing the hairy lips of her cunt at the base of his prick, his balls smashing her shaking ass.

"Fucking cunt!" Timmy yelped.

"Fuck me, Timmy!"

"I'm gonna fuck you, Mom!" he snorted. "I'm gonna fuck your hot cunt good! I'm gonna fuck you and come in you and you're gonna love it!"

"Yes, baby!" Donna sobbed, grinding hard into him as Timmy fucked his cock back and forth. "Do it to me! Timmy! Fuck mother real hard, darling! Fuck my cunt with your hard cock and come in my pussy!"

Timmy fucked brutally into his mother's clutching cunt.

"Keep talking, cunt!"

"I will!" Donna yelped, flinging her arm from her eyes and digging into the mattress with her fingers. "I'll keep talking! I'll keep fucking you! Mother's cunt will keep fucking your hard cock! Ooooooo, baby, baby! Fuck me!"

"Fuck me, you cunt!"

"Yes! Fuck you!"

"You love it! Don't you, Mom?"

"I love it!"

"You love my cock, don't you?"

"I love your cock!"

"My balls!"

"I love your balls!"

Donna sobbed with joy, her head twisting on the bed, her hair flying. Her eyes opened and closed, her neck taut, she banged her cunt up and down on her son's fucking cock. She lifted her feet, sliding her legs up his body, then her heels behind his neck.

"Grab your tits, Mom!"

Immediately Donna cupped her tits, squeezing them together, the nipples almost touching. She manipulated her tits, stroking them, pulling and twisting on her nipples. She dipped her chin down, shooting her tongue out, reaching for a nipple with it.

"Lick your tit, Mom!" Timmy urged, his balls slapping at the crack of her ass when his cock plunged deep.

Donna touched her nipple with the tip of her tongue, swirling her tongue about. She couldn't get her lips around her nipple to suck it, although she tried. Her eyes burned up at her son's face, her own lovely face contorting with the most amazing ecstasy she had ever felt. Her tongue ran about her lips wetly, her hands digging painfully into her swollen tits.

"I'm about to come, Timmy!" she screamed, her hips twisting in a frenzy, smashing her cunt lips at the base of his cock. "Ooooo, Timmy, you're going to make mother come!"

"Come. Fuck-face!" Timmy grunted. "Come!"

"Come with me!" Donna shrieked. "Please! Timmy, come with me!"

"I'll come, Mom!" he groaned, banging faster into her juicy cunt. "I'm coming in your hot fucking twat."

"Oooo, yes! Come in mother's hot fucking cunt!"

A shrill scream boiled from her throat. Her cunt contracted with wet tightness on her son's cock. The convulsions that struck her almost shattered her body. She lunged her cunt upward, drawing her knees back, crushing her tits with them. She screamed and screamed as she came, her cunt sucking greedily at her son's still plunging prick.

"Come!" Donna shouted. "Come in my cunt, Timmy! Oooo, please! Squirt it up mother's pussy! Come in my cunt, darling!"

Timmy's body shook, then went rigid. He slammed his cock as deep into his mother's gripping exploding cunt as she could, his balls smashing at her grinding, naked ass. His cock throbbed, gushing in her.

Donna screamed again when she felt her son squirting come juice into her. Her cunt seemed to grow tighter yet, the pulsing and squeezing motions sucking and drawing on Timmy's cock.

She held her cunt tight on his cock as he came. She felt each and every squirt, even the splashing of his come juice along the wails of her satiny pussy. Her orgasm wouldn't stop.