"Here, with you watching?"
"That's right." He grinned.
Her face red, Donna lifted her dress and stripped off her plain cotton panties. She stepped into the small ones, and had to stretch the elastic about her hips.
"Lemme see how they fit, Mom."
Donna stood with her dress at her waist, her eyes closed as she burned with shame. The panties hardly covered anything, and the straps were low on her waist. They felt as if she would lose them at any time. The front cupped her cunt tightly, but showed a lot of curly hair. The seat didn't cover her ass at all, but drew into the crack of her ass.
"Perfect!" Timmy said.
She let him take her hand and lead her out the back door. There was a fence, but it was low, and anyone could look over it easily. The wrought-iron patio furniture was padded comfortably, and the round table was shaded by a huge fringed umbrella.
She sat on the lounge where her son pointed, and he sat at the table.
"Pull your leg up!" he said.
Donna shot a glance around the back yard, her face flaming.
"Out here, Timmy?" she asked. "Someone might see me. I'd be full of shame."
"Who cares if someone sees you? I don't!" he said.
Donna looked at him then lifted her right knee slowly. Her dress started to slide along her thigh, but he stopped her. When she paused with her knee bent slightly, thighs showing he told her to bend it all the way back.
Donna knew what he was seeing then. He wanted to see her new panties. Her eyes glanced briefly at the front of his cut-offs, the same pair he had oven her to wash the day before. Cut-offs were all he wore, it seemed. The head of his cock poked from the fringe.
"That's pretty, Mom," Timmy said. "You look real pretty. Those panties fit just right. I can see hair and, oh, yeah, the slit of your fucking cunt, too."
She couldn't stop blushing. Her husband had never made her do anything like this. Yet, the possibility of someone seeing her, seeing those tiny panties, caused her to feel a strange thrill.
"You're really pretty, Mom."
"No! I'm not, Timmy," she said, pleased by his words. "I'm nothing special. Just a woman, that's all."
"My woman," Timmy said, pulling the edge of his shorts to one side, exposing his cock. "You're my cunt."
Donna nodded, embarrassed because he had his cock exposed, because her dress was up. She knew what her responses were supposed to be when her son talked like that. She knew the words she was to use.
"I'm your cunt, darling," she said softly, glancing constantly at the fence, then at his cock.
"My piece of ass."
"Your ass, Timmy," she breathed as she felt her cunt getting wet. "I'm your ass! Your cunt."
Timmy's eyes began to glow as his cock hardened. He stroked his prick, slowly tracing his fingers up and down the stiffening cockshaft.
"You're a fucking cuntface."
"Cuntface!" Donna murmured, her voice turning husky.
"Mom, you ever suck a cock before?"
"Timmy, don't, please."
"Tell me," he insisted. "Do you like to suck cock?"
"Timmy, I don't want to talk about that."
"Tough shit," he said. "You have to tell me anyway."
Donna shivered, knowing she had to tell him. Why she felt this need to obey, she couldn't understand it was not that she was afraid he would hit her, abuse her. He wouldn't do anything like that, so she thought. All her son wanted to do was be in command, tell her what to do. She nodded her head, her face burning with shame as she admitted to her son that she had sucked cock before.
"Whose?"
"Your father's," she whispered.
"Did you like a cock in your mouth?"
Donna wondered where her son had learned all this.
"I hated it," she told her son truthfully.
"Why?"
"Because his cock was too big," she said, her voice low as she blushed. "It choked me."
Timmy gazed at his mother's crotch, his cock swelling up in full hardness. He was dripping from his piss hole, his finger smearing pre-come about the smooth swollen head.
"Why are you asking me all this, Timmy?" Donna asked, already aware of his reason.
"Suck my cock, Mom!"
"I will not!" Donna said, with more force in her voice than she thought she had. "I will do no such thing, Timmy!"
"Yes you will," he said, grinning at her.
"You can go to hell, smart-ass!" Donna snapped, shoving her feet off the lounge and smoothing her skirt over her hips and thighs.
"Okay," Timmy said, shoving his cock back into his shorts.
Donna stood near the lounge, afraid now. Where that burst of sudden independence had come from, she didn't know. But seeing her son shove his cock back into his shorts bothered her.
"What do you mean, okay?" she asked.
"Just okay, Mom!" he said.
She gazed at him, her eyes on the fringe of his shorts were his cock had disappeared. Her legs became weak suddenly. She didn't want him to put that cock away. She wanted his prick out, hard, ready to fuck her again.
"Timmy, I'm sorry," she said softly, her voice contrite. "I didn't mean that."
"Show me," Timmy said.
"Show you? How, Timmy?"
He scooted his ass to the edge of the chair, spreading his knees. His cock strained inside his shorts. He pointed at his cock.
"Suck it!"
"I won't…" Donna stopped, licking her lips. She remembered her husband's cock, big and long and so thick she could hardly get her lips about it. She had been very uncomfortable sucking his cock and she hated it when he came in her mouth, but Timmy's cock wasn't, that large. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad.
"Suck my cock, Mom," Timmy said again.
Donna stepped to him, dropping to her knees.
"Pull your dress up," he said, "to your waist."
Donna lifted her dress, feeling the sun on her ass cheeks. She placed her hands on his knees, looking into his face.
"Now, let your tits out."
She pulled her straps off her shoulders, her tits exposed, nipples hard and bulging. Timmy looked down at her. Donna knelt, feeling subservient, and enjoying it. Her cunt pulsated wetly inside the tiny panties.
"Take my cock out," Timmy said.
Donna opened her son's shorts. When she pulled them down, he lifted his ass. She pulled his shorts to his thighs, and his cock leaped upright, throbbing with hardness.
"Jack it," Timmy said.
Donna's cunt almost came as she wrapped her fist about her son's cock. The heat of his prick seemed to burn her palm, and she squeezed tightly as she pumped her fist up and down.
"Hard, huh?"
"It's very hard, Timmy," she said. Her face was pink with embarrassment, and she glanced about the yard, afraid someone was watching her.
"Kiss it, Mom! Kiss my hard cock!"
"Timmy, please…"
"Then turn the fuck loose," he said angrily. "If you don't wanna kiss my cock, you can't play with it."
"I want to!" Donna said quickly. "I want to play with it! I'll kiss your cock, darling! I'll kiss it!"
"Then start kissing, cunt!"
Donna placed her warm lips on the shaft of his cock, kissing his prick.
"Not there, bitch! Kiss the head, kiss my piss hole!"
"But you're all wet there!" Donna protested.
"Kiss it anyway."
Donna, clutching her son's cock tightly, stared into her son's eyes, then, when he said nothing more, lowered her face. With her lips together, she felt his slippery fuck juices smear them. She kissed, and then started to lift but Timmy grabbed the back of her head and pulled, arching his hips at the same time. His cock thrust past her lips, past her teeth, and almost into her throat.
Donna cried but didn't dare try to yank her mouth free. She felt her lips stretching on his cock, felt his prick burning her lips.
"Suck me you fucking cocksucker!" Timmy demanded.
Donna began to cry, ashamed because her mouth was filled with her son's cock. It was a repeat of the things her husband had forced, on her. The only difference was, it was now Timmy instead of him, and Timmy's cock didn't hurt her. Her jaws didn't stretch so wide, and there was still room in her mouth. She tried to just hold his cock, to not move at all.