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.