When her son told her to shove her ass forward, she did, her shame growing worse. With her ass hanging over the cushions, legs spread, she knew her son could see the wetness of her panties.
He pumped on his cock awhile, then said, "Show it to me now, Mom!"
"Timmy, honey, don't make me do that!" she cried in shame.
"Goddamn it, Mom!"
Her fingers shook so hard, she had trouble trying to pull her panties off. She turned her head to one side in shame, and finally got them from her feet.
Timmy stared with hot eyes at his mother's cunt, seeing the thick hair fanning outward to her hips, curling along the lips of her cunt. When she parted her legs again he saw the pink wetness, the glistening tip of her cunt. Donna's tits rose and fell as she sobbed, humiliated, and unable to do anything about it. When Timmy yanked her robe apart, exposing her tits, she cried harder, her arms hanging loosely at her sides, eyes squeezed shut. Tears seeped from them, making her burning cheeks wet.
Timmy stood between her legs, jacking back and forth on his cock. He had not really expected his mother to obey him, but now that she was, he became bolder. He tested his power over her.
"Hold your cunt!"
"Timmy, dont."
"Hold your fucking cunt, Mom!"
"O God," Donna sobbed, cupping the fingers of her hand about her hairy cunt. She felt the wetness against her palm and she felt heat, too.
"Timmy…"
"Shut up," Timmy groaned. "Shut up and do what I tell you to do!"
"Yes, Timmy," she said softly, meekly.
"Hold it open," he said. "Hold your fucking cunt open for me."
Donna spread the hairy lips of her cunt. She was bright pink with shame from head to foot. But she was excited, too. She didn't understand her excitement. This shame seemed to create a wild, searing heat inside her. Her cunt was pulsing with heat, her clit straining in hardness. She was becoming aroused.
Timmy bent his knees and brushed the head of his cock against her swollen clit. Donna's hips jerked with the contact, and Timmy smashed her sensitive clit with the head of his cock.
"I'm gonna jack off on your fucking cunt, Mom!" Timmy grunted, jerking his fist back and forth.
Donna felt his fist beating against the puffy lips of her cunt. She groaned and couldn't stop herself from peeking down her naked body, watching him.
"I'm gonna come on your fucking cunt!" Timmy groaned. "I'm gonna come on your pussy, Mom! I want you to say it!"
"Say what, Timmy?" she asked.
"Tell me to jack off on your fucking cunt!" he demanded. "I wanna hear you say it!"
"Jack off," Donna murmured.
"Louder, damn it!"
"Jack off," Donna replied, her voice louder. "Jack off!"
Her cunt began to boil as his cock smashed her cunt. She could not stop herself from lifting her hips to him. And she couldn't stop saying those words.
"Jack off, jack off, jack off!"
Time and again she said them, her voice getting louder and louder until she was almost screaming.
"On my cunt! Jack off on my fucking cunt! Come all over mother's fucking cunt!"
"More!" Timmy demanded, pumping faster on his throbbing prick, holding his piss hole tight at her clit.
"Jack off on me! Jack off on my cunt! Come on my fucking cunt, my pussy, my twat, my hot snatch!"
"Better, Mom!" Timmy groaned.
"Jack off… beat off… come off!"
Donna couldn't stop now. "Come all on my cunt! Spurt it over my fucking cunt, Timmy! Cover my fucking cunt with come juice!"
"Fucking cunt!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Donna screamed, arching her cunt as high as she could. She clawed the hairy lips of her cunt wide apart with her hands. "Fucking cunt! Fucking cunt!"
"You fucking cunt!" Timmy said.
"Yes, I'm a fucking cunt, darling!"
"Your cunt is mine!"
"My cunt is yours?"
Timmy was gasping, staring with filmy heat at his mother's pussy, watching her cunt grinding. He was about to come, and his balls felt tight at the base of his throbbing cock.
His young passions were rampant now. "Fucking cunt!" he shouted down at her.
"Yes, I'm a fucking cunt!"
"I'm gonna come on your fucking cunt, you bitch!"
"Do it, Timmy!" Donna sobbed with increasing ecstasy. Her climax was close, very close. Her pussy had never felt so good before, never burned so hotly, never before threatened to consume her body, her mind, her very being.
"Do it, do it!"
"Do what, cunt!"
"Ooooo, come on me!" Donna shrieked, jerking her crotch up against his cock. "Come on me… on my cunt! Spurt your come juice all over mother's hot cunt!"
"You want it, bitch?"
"Tell me, slut! Tell me what you want cunt!"
"Come!" Donna shouted. "I want you to come on me, on my pussy!"
"On your fucking cunt?"
"On my fucking cunt!"
"Want me to fuck you?"
"Yes! Ohhhhh, God, yes! Fuck me, Timmy! Fuck my cunt! Fuck mother's cunt!"
"Want my cock in your pussy!"
"Yes! Yes! Stick it in my pussy, Timmy!"
"Want me to fuck you! Mother?"
"Please, please!" Donna gurgled, her head twisting from side to side, tears of shameful ecstasy pouring from her eyes. She held the hairy lips of her cunt as far apart as she could, churning her ass up and down, round and round. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Timmy, fuck my pussy! Fuck mother's cunt!"
Timmy suddenly grunted, his fist pounding frantically on his cock. The thick juice of his balls suddenly spewed, splashing over his mother's cunt. Spunk coated her hands, matted into her pussy hair. Donna squealed as she felt come juice burning on her cunt. The more her son gushed his come juice over her pussy, the better she felt. She could feel his jizz on the lips of her open cunt. She jerked her head forward, eyes blazing, watching her son come all over her crotch, smearing her pussy with boiling, creamy come juice.
"Me too!" she screamed. "Ohhhh, Timmy! I'm going to come too!"
Donna screamed with ecstasy as her cunt contracted, waves of orgasms running through her. She strained her crotch against his cock, her clitoris totally crushed beneath his spurting pisshole. Her cunt was drenched in his come juice.
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.