Timmy laughed, shaking the final few drops of his piss off.
Donna was drenched in piss from her tits to her cunt, and she had a time concealing the tremors of delight from her son.
CHAPTER FOUR
Donna stretched luxuriously in bed, looking out the window to the sun-drenched yard. She had slept quite late, later than usual.
She smiled, curling up with her knees drawn to her tits, hands beneath her chin. If only Timmy knew how good she had felt the day before! She had enjoyed sucking his cock off. She didn't find it strange that she had hated her husband's cock but found great pleasure sucking on her son's delicious prick. She giggled softly, imagining she could still taste his come juice, feel his hot, lovely piss splashing onto her cunt, tingling on the hardness of her nipples.
She felt her cunt throbbing already, and ran a hand between her thighs, touching lightly. Immediately she moaned with pleasure. She had surprised herself the day before, standing up to her son. It was the first time she had stood up any male. Once she realized what she had done, she became contrite and submissive quickly. Still, that one brief flare of independence had felt good.
Swinging her legs off the bed, she stood, looking down at her slender body, grinning impishly. Maybe Timmy would piss on her again today. She shivered with anticipation. Come on, she told herself. Who are you trying to kid? You know you want it this way. You like being submissive, don't you? She agreed with herself, adding she loved allowing her son to dominate her. This was much different than the way she had been dominated before. Timmy dominated her sexually, where the others had dominated mentally.
As she showered, she realized that sexual domination was the key. Only during sex did she want – need – that domination.
She had just turned the shower off when Timmy entered the bathroom.
"Good morning, darling." She smiled.
"Fuck you, cunt," Timmy replied.
"My, what a grouch you are," she teased, stepping from the shower stall and drying herself. Timmy grinned at her as he aimed his cock into the toilet.
"Not really! Mom," he said.
Donna dropped the towel, moving close to him. She rubbed her fuzzy cunt against his hip, stroking one hand down his back, the other his chest. She kissed his cheek as her fingers played with the tuft of hair at the base of his cock.
"You can fuck me, baby," she whispered, watching the golden stream of piss splashing into the bowl. "You know that."
He son grinned at her, and Donna kissed his lips. Her hand cupped a cheek of his ass, squeezing lightly, her eyes gazing down at his cock, watching his piss.
"Want me to hold your cock?" she asked softly. "Mother will hold your cock while you piss, if you'd like."
Timmy moved his hand, and she held his prick. But she couldn't resist caressing it with her fingers, either. It cut the flow of piss. Donna giggled.
"Come on, Mom," Timmy said. "I gotta piss."
She lowered her hand and cupped his balls, watching his piss flow again. She squeezed the cheek of his ass squealing softly. She moved her hand off his balls and into the stream.
"Mmmmnun, warm," she gurgled. "You really like piss, Mom?"
"Oooo, yes, baby!"
"Then wash your fucking face in my piss!"
"Timmy. I don't know about that."
"Mom, wash your cocksucking face in my piss!"
Donna felt a tingle throbbing at her cunt, an itching sensation that scratching wouldn't help. Her clit had started to swell, and there was a deep pulsing feeling in her cunt lips. Her hand was still cupped a few inches from his cock, but Timmy had stopped the stream of pee. Her palm was wet with piss.
"Wash your face!" he said again.
Donna's eyes flared, fiery and her knees began to shake. With her eyes lowered, she brought her hand to her face and smeared his piss on her cheek.
"More!" Timmy said.
He pissed into her hand again, and Donna once again washed her face.
"Both hands, cunt!"
Donna cupped her hands as Timmy pissed in them then washed her face in the warm piss. She made a soft sob of unexpected pleasure, her knees buckling. She slowly went to her knees, and, while Timmy pissed, she washed her face with pee.
She sat on her heels, her face glistening with piss, looking up at her son, her face pink with shame, but her cunt was throbbing, and very wet.
Timmy turned to face her, and shook his cock. A few remaining drops of piss landed on her face. A whimper came from her throat as Timmy rubbed the head of his cock across her lips slowly. She tasted his piss when one last drop somehow entered her lips.
"Ooooo, God!" she moaned, clutching her stomach. "I'm coming, Timmy!"
Timmy's eyes lit up, and he laughed. It wasn't a sarcastic or nasty sound, but one of pleasure. He pressed his cock past his mother's lips, and Donna, groaning with orgasm, accepted his prick. She ran her tongue across his piss hole, trying to taste more. She sucked at his cock, trying to draw his prick into her mouth, but Timmy pulled back.
"Later, Mom," he said. "Later you can suck my cock all you want. Right now I'm hungry."
Donna stood up, grinning impishly at him, holding his cock and balls in her hand. "I'll fix you something, to eat, darling. Is it alright if I wash my face? In water, not piss?"
Timmy laughed, slapping his mother on her naked ass in a playful way. She watched him leave, a smile of fondness on her lovely face.
After washing her face, she brushed her rich, thick hair and then, nakedly, went to prepare a late breakfast for her son. She hummed and sang as she prepared his food, her ass swaying to the rhythm. She felt so happy, so very happy.
Timmy sat watching his mother, his cock swollen into a hardness that made his prick bulge. She flashed him a grin over her shoulder, winking and flicking her tongue across her lips. Donna watched her son stroking his hard cock, her eyes turning glassy. She arched her ass out at him, one hand pulling a firm, shapely cheek apart then winked lewdly at him.
She placed his food before him and sat in a chair close enough so she could fondle his cock and balls as he ate. Her pussy ached with desire.
"Timmy, I'm getting hot!" she murmured, squeezing his cock. "My pussy is getting very wet."
"So play with it, Mom," he said. "Fingerfuck it if you're so damned hot."
"Yes," she whispered, spreading her knees and moving her hand between her thighs. She gripped his cock, jacking up and down and rubbing her swollen clit at the same time.
Timmy finished, shoving his plate away.
"Suck me," he said, leaning back in the chair. Donna slipped from her chair, on her knees, leaning her face into his cock.
"Under the table," Timmy hissed, feeling his mother's tongue scrape along his throbbing prick shaft. "Crawl under the fucking table and suck my cock!"
"Yes, darling!" she murmured, crawling beneath the table. Timmy spread his legs, and Donna began licking up them immediately, her tongue swirled wetly along the inner surface of his young thighs. His flesh tasted so sweet to her, she nipped passionately. Her lips kissed his balls, the tip of her tongue swirling. She ran her tongue up his cock, and across his piss hole. She began to purr as her lips closed about his smooth, hot prickhead. Timmy shoved his hands under the table, on top of his mother's head, pushing downward. Donna gave a small, dainty choke as the smooth head of her son's cock brushed her throat.