Mom does it all

CHAPTER FIVE

Timmy dressed, wearing his usual cut-offs. It was the only pair he had, and they were faded, starting to become thin. When Donna suggested he cut another pair of jeans, he refused. It seemed that faded, worn cut-offs were the uniform for boys his age.

He chose what she should wear.

First, he had her put on the panties he had bought for her, then a bright, fresh house dress. The articles didn't surprise her because they were what she usually wore now.

The dress fit tightly over her rounded tits and, without a bra her nipples protruded, outlined. Thin straps held the dress up, and it hugged her small waist tightly, the skirt flaring out to her knees.

"You're a show-off," she said, looking at him as he sat on the couch. His cock and balls were exposed. He had pulled the crotch of his cut-offs to one side. "But I love it, Timmy."

Donna loved to see her son with his cock and balls showing, walking that way around the house. There was an appealing quality in seeing his cock swinging.

"That's why I do it, Mom!" Timmy replied. "I like seeing you, too. I've got some shorts being made up for you to wear."

Donna didn't ask who was making the shorts. But she knew she would wear them. She would wear anything her son wanted her to put on. She lowered herself to his feet, resting her chin on his knee, looking at his cock and balls. Come juice was still smeared on her face. Timmy would not let her wash it off, and Donna found it sort of nice anyway. She caressed his cock and balls. She wanted to feel them all the time, keep them in her hands.

She wiggled his cock, shaking his prick about, watching with glowing eyes.

Timmy started to piss.

"Oh!" she yelped, jerking back.

Timmy laughed. "Why jump, Mom?" he asked. "You like my piss."

"You just surprised me," she said. "I didn't expect you to do that."

"Want some more?"

Donna nodded, smiling.

Timmy held his cock at the base, and let go.

The yellow stream arched into the air. Donna squealed and moved her face, letting her son piss at her. She closed her eyes, moaning softly, smiling as the hot piss splashed about her face, dripping down her neck and over her covered tits. Timmy cut the stream, getting to his feet. He stood over his mother's uplifted face, and began to piss again.

"Open your cocksucking mouth!" he demanded. Donna complied.

Timmy laughed as he pissed into her mouth. Donna tasted his pee, closing her throat. Piss ran from her lips and down to her chin, dropping to her tits. Her cunt boiled, the hairy lips closing and squeezing.

"Drink it, you cunt!" Timmy urged. "Drink my piss, Mom!" Donna began to swallow.

But Timmy waved his cock around, pissing into her face as often as he did her mouth. Donna closed her eyes, feeling her cunt puffy, her clit throbbing. She slipped the thin straps off her shoulders, exposing her tits. Cupping them, she lifted, offering her shapely tits to his piss. The yellow stream splashed upon them, stinging her sensitive nipples.

"Oooo, Timmy!" she gurgled, her eyes slitted with heat, watching him piss on her tits. "It feels good, honey! It feels wonderful, so wonderful!"

He lifted his cock, sending hot piss into her face again. Donna mewled and lifted her face to the steam, gripping her piss-wet tits, squeezing them. His piss stung her lips, and she opened them again, letting him piss across her teeth. Her cunt was throbbing between her thighs, her clitoris about to explode. As the sensation of ecstasy grew she slowly moved her mouth toward her son's cock. Timmy didn't pull away. He watched his mother open her mouth, then close her lips about the head of his pissing prick. She drank, sliding her tongue slowly on his cock. Her eyes closed again, her face expressing perverse rapture.

Just as Timmy finished pissing into her mouth, her cunt convulsed into a tremendous orgasm. Donna squealed around her son's cock, quickly sucking his prick deep into her mouth. She held his cock tightly with her lips, her tongue pressing on it, sucking hard with the muscles of her throat. She came with powerful waves of wet heat.

When the spasms faded, Donna pulled from his cock, licking her wet lips and smiling at him, her face lifted.

"Timmy," she said in a low voice, "you know just what to do to make me came so hard, don't you?"

He nodded, rubbing the head of his cock about her face. With his hand on the back of his mother's head, he pulled her mouth to his balls.

"Suck my balls awhile," he said. Donna quickly sucked her son's balls into her mouth, sucking and licking, purring like a kitten. She shoved her hands up the backs of his thighs, clutching at his ass, wishing he had dropped his shorts. She mouthed his balls hungrily, feeling them writhe. His cock pressed against her nose, growing, swelling into hardness.

"Pull my shorts down," Timmy said.

With fumbling fingers, Donna opened her son's shorts and pulled them to his knees. She retained her grip on his balls with her lips, and then grabbed his naked ass once more. She dug her fingers into the crack of Timmy's ass, his ass cheeks filling her palms.

Twisting his fingers into her hair, Timmy pulled her mouth off his balls. Donna whimpered, trying to keep them in her mouth but Timmy pushed his cock down. With a greedy sob, Donna sucked his prick deep. Holding his mother's hair in his fingers, Timmy jerked her face back and forth, making her fuck his cock with her mouth. Donna jerked at his ass, helping him fuck his hard prick in and out between her wet, hot lips. She sucked vigorously, making wet sounds of ecstasy, her eyes rolling.

But then Timmy pulled his cock from, her mouth again.

"I've got something else I want you to do, Mom!" he said, his eyes gleaming with wickedness. "Something you'll really go for."

"Anything darling!" Donna sobbed, her passion soaring. Almost out of her mind with desire for Timmy, she wouldn't resist anything he wanted of her. "Ooo, God, anything, Timmy!"

"Suck my ass!" he grunted.

"Ohhhh!" Donna whimpered, staring at her son's tight, young ass. "Oh, baby!"

She shoved her face forward, kissing with wet, hot lips, sliding them from cheek to cheek. Her tongue fluttered out and ran up and down the backs of his thighs, racing over the young flesh of his ass. She breathed heavily with excitement. Timmy took her right hand and drew it in front of him, wrapping her fist about his throbbing cock. Immediately, Donna grasped his prick and began to jack him frantically, while her lips and tongue were probing and licking every inch of his ass.

Timmy leaned over a little.

"Lick my ass!" he yelped. "Lick your fucking tongue in my ass, Mom!"

Donna groaned, running her tongue up and down the crack of his ass, tasting the heat, the smoothness. She clung to his hip with her left hand her right fist pounding hard on his cock. Timmy arched his ass into her face, forcing Donna's head back a bit. She shot her tongue up and down the hot crack, breathing hotly with excitement.

"My ass!" Timmy shouted. "My asshole, Mom!"

Donna whimpered, tears of humiliation and perverse joy flooding her eyes. Her tongue rapped across the tight pucker of her son's asshole. She licked wetly, feeling his asshole clenching. His balls between his thighs swung against her chin as she pumped furiously on his cock.

Timmy pressed his ass tighter into her face, twisting as she rolled and licked.

"Suck my ass, you fucking cunt!"

Donna sobbed, unsure if she felt ecstasy or shame. She closed her lips against her son's asshole, sucking very hard. Her mind was reeling, but not so much she couldn't taste her son's asshole. It almost seemed that the heat of his asshole blistered her tongue, searing her lips. She sucked hard and pounded on his asshole with the tip of her tongue, while jerking his cock wildly. She ran her tongue up and down his asshole, licking and moaning with rumbling ecstasy. She placed the tip of her tongue at the tightness, and pushed as hard, as she could.

"Ohhhh, that's it, Mom!" Timmy yelped.

Donna's tongue penetrated his asshole, going in about an inch. The tightness closing about her tongue sent wild tremors up and down her flesh. She fucked her tongue in and out, her lips constantly sucking. Her fingers dug harshly into his hip, her right hand still jacking back and forth on his cock.

"Tongue my asshole!" Timmy urged, his young body shaking. "Tongue me up my asshole, Mom! Eat my ass, suck my asshole!"

"Mmmm!" Donna wailed into his ass, his ass cheeks closing against her face.

Her tongue seemed to go deeper and deeper. She thrust her tongue in and out, still sucking as hard as she could. Timmy's cock was intensely hard in her fist, and she realized her son would be coming very soon.

Without warning her, Timmy suddenly jerked upright, turning to face her swiftly. His cock swung to her face just as the first hot gush of come juice erupted from his piss hole. He fucked his cock into her mouth quickly. Donna wailed with delight, her cunt contracted with orgasm along with his prick. The hot come juice burned into her throat as she cupped the checks of his ass again. She sucked frantically, swallowing hungrily, her eyes blazing with rapture.

Timmy held the back of his mother's head, his cock pressed deep into her wet, hot mouth, his legs trembling.

"Ahhhh, that was real good, Mom," he moaned softly, his chest heaving up and down. "You're getting real good!"

"It's all for you, Timmy," she murmured when he lifted his cock free. She leaned back on her hands. She was wet with piss, from her forehead all the way to her tits. Timmy's piss glistened on her shapely tits. The top of her dress was soaked.

Timmy spread his legs over her shoulders, rubbing his cock and balls into her face. Donna purred as she moved her tongue from her mouth, licking at his balls, slipping her tongue into the crack of his ass. She licked every place at her son's crotch as he rubbed back and forth.

Then he pulled away. He sat on the couch, grinning at her.

"You look like shit, Mom," he said.

"It's your fault," she said.

"Maybe, but you sure enjoy it."

Donna grinned at her son, a wicked yet shy grin. Still leaning back on her hands, sitting on her knees, she looked at him with slightly unfocused eyes. Her skirt was halfway up her thighs, her tits completely exposed. From her waist up, she was drenched in his piss. There was a warm glow inside her, a feeling of deliciousness. He remained standing above her, his shorts at his knees. A glistening drop of come juice beaded on his piss hole. With a soft purring sound, she leaned forward and swiped the tip of her tongue over it.

"Mmmmmmmmmm, so sweet, Timmy," she whispered, looking up at him and pressing her chin into his cock and balls. "I love it when you come in my mouth."

"I thought you didn't like to suck cock, Mom," he replied. "I thought that was what you said."

"I hated it before," Donna answered. "But I love to suck your cock. I don't know, Timmy. You just taste so good to me! So hard, throbbing, and when you come, it makes me shiver, and I come, too. My cunt really goes off when you do."

"Fucking cocksucker," he mumbled.

"Your cocksucker," she giggled, poking a finger into the crack of his ass playfully. "Your anything!"

Timmy sat back on the couch, his shorts at his knees. "Mom, why don't you piss?"

Donna gazed at her son, feeling a flush come over her face.

"I wanna see!" Timmy said. "I wanna watch you piss."

"Honey, that would…"

"In your panties," he interrupted.

"In my panties?"

Timmy nodded.

Her face burned with shame. "Timmy, please. That's sort of personal for a woman, and in my panties? That's crazy."

"Who cares, fuckface?" he replied. "I wanna see you piss in your fucking panties, Mom."

Donna trembled, feeling her son was deliberately trying to shame her, humiliate her. She wanted to comply with his request, but it would be horrible, letting him watch her piss, and in her panties.

"Get on the table," he said.

Donna saw his cock was stirring, starting to lift. She ran her tongue across her lips, the taste of his come juice and piss lingering in her mouth. She stood up and moved to the other side of the table, putting one foot on it. Facing her son, she hesitated; Timmy watched, seeing the inside of her thigh, the crotch of her panties.

Donna tested the table by pushing down on it with her foot. The glass was heavy and would easily hold her weight. She stepped onto it, still facing her son. There was a pink flame on her pretty face, but she felt she had to piss. She stood with her feet apart, drawing her dress up her long thighs. She kept her eyes on his cock, shyly glancing at his face. His cock was becoming harder.

Holding her dress bunched at her waist, she felt her legs shaking.

"Squat down, Mom," Timmy grunted, his eyes burning hotter as he stared at her crotch. "Just squat on the table and piss."

Donna squatted, going along with what her son wanted despite – or because off – her deep sense of humiliation. The crotch of her panties stretched over her cunt, and curling hair stuck from the edges. Timmy's eyes lingered there, his cock lifting into hardness again. She saw him move his tongue across his lips.

"Piss, Mom!" His voice broke into her thoughts. "Come on, start pissing in your fucking panties!"

Timmy now gripped his cock tightly.

Donna blushed, her knees spread, her ass resting on the heels of her feet. She looked down, seeing her panties, her blatantly erotic exposure. She tried to piss, but it wouldn't come.

"Piss, damn it!"

A small dribble of piss moistened the crotch of her panties, and she moaned softly.

"You call that pissing? Come on, Mom! Piss a strong stream in your panties! I wanna see you really piss!"

Donna exerted pressure. She began to piss. The crotch of her panties became wet, piss seeping through them and falling onto the glass top of the coffee table. She closed her eyes with shyness. A long forceful stream began to flow from her cunt. She felt wetness on her thighs as pee sprayed from the crotch of her panties. She felt like crying with humiliation but on the other hand, she also felt an excitement of wanton delight.

"Stop!" her son commanded.

Startled by Timmy's voice, Donna stopped pissing, glancing at him from lowered lashes. Timmy crawled beneath the glass-topped coffee table, lying on his back, gazing up at her crotch. His cock stood up in hardness, his balls tight at the base. With her son looking at her this way, right up her crotch, Donna felt very ashamed of herself and that very shame created an erotic sensation within her that was stronger than ever.

Timmy looked at his mother's crotch, seeing the tight way her panties held her creamy ass, the crotch of them soaked with her piss. He gripped his cock hard, licking at his lips with excitement.

Donna began to piss again.

Once more, pee sprayed from the edges of her already-soaked panties. The piss was warm as it sprayed along her inner thighs. She began to tremble with perverse excitement.

Now that her panties were thoroughly drenched with hot piss, Timmy said, his voice husky, his fingers moving slowly up and down his cock, "Pull your fucking panties to one side, Mom! Show me your pretty cunt! I wanna see piss spurting out of your fucking hairy cunt!"

Donna slipped a finger into her wet crotch, peeling the material from her pussy. The pink cunt lips glistened, the tip of her clit standing out. Again, she began to piss, spraying the glass top of the coffee table until pee ran over the sides.

Donna watched her son's face grimace with pleasure, and again wondered if her, son would ask her to piss into his face. She wondered if she would be able to, and decided she would.

Timmy's eyes were wide with pleasure as he watched his mother pissing through the glass, his cock burning. He licked his lips again, and suddenly his cock gushed, spraying come juice across his stomach. Donna's cunt dribbled to a finish, and she remained atop the table until she was certain she would not piss anymore. The rich mass of her cunt hair was matted to her flesh.

"You gotta lick this mess off my stomach now, Mom!" Timmy said, scooting from beneath the table.