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.
Why had she come?
Why did those names excite her?
What was wrong with her?
When her father, her brother, and her husband had called her those names, it hadn’t excited her, only made her feel all the more worthless. But when her son called her those names she became fiery hot, her cunt literally steaming. She had never felt excitement when they had demanded things of her, but when Timmy demanded, she felt all tingly and warm. But then, her father and brother had not touched her in a sexual way, either. Her husband had called her cunt and bitch and slut and shit and cocksucker, even while fucking her and she had only felt a coolness of passivity.
Donna was aware her cunt was throbbing again, that her clit had become swollen once more. She leaned her head on the rim of the tub, opening her legs and gently exploring her cunt with tender fingers.
“Where the fuck are you, Mom?” she heard her son say.
She started to answer, then remembered where she was.
She never talked like that to her before, not with those words. He had always been demanding, like his father, but never using such words. Now, he spouted them ha if he had been saying them all his life.
Donna felt herself blushing and hated herself for it. There was no reason to blush because he used such words, but she couldn’t help it. She knew it was useless to try and stop him from using the words.
“You fucking cunt!” Timmy shouted. “Where are you, you cocksucking asshole?”
She felt a twitching between her legs, a warm sensation of pleasure starting to flow about her cunt. Again she started to answer then clamped her lips tight. She unplugged the drain and stepped out of the tub. She used a huge towel to dry herself.
“So, here you are?” Timmy said, standing in the
doorway of the bathroom. His eyes gleamed.
Donna quickly covered herself or tried to. The towel wasn’t big enough and one tit remained exposed, some of her cunt hair also revealed. She cowered from her son, watching him warily.
“You’re not supposed to see me this way,” she said, but couldn’t put force behind her words.
“I can see you any fucking way I wanna, Mom,” he replied, his eyes taking in her long, slim, smooth thighs, lifting to her exposed tit. “Drop that fucking towel.”
For just a moment, Donna clung to the towel, then let it go. She crouched, arm over her tits, one hand shielding her pussy.
“Stand up, Mom,” Timmy said. “I wanna see what you look like naked!”
Her conditioning made her stand, arms at her sides. Her face was burning with shame to be naked before her son, her head hanging down shyly. Although she didn’t think of herself as a beautiful woman, not even a pretty woman. Her son saw a fantastically beautiful woman.
Donna had rich light-brown hair, feathered back from her face and hanging in soft waves just past her shoulders. Her eyes were a startling blue, shimmering now with the shame she felt. Her tits thrust out in firm roundness, full and shapely. Her nipples, a light-brown color, jutted upward in rubbery peaks. Her stomach was flat, her belly button a becoming dimple. She had a small waist, with rounded hips slopping gracefully to her long, shapely thighs.
Donna was indeed beautiful, despite what she thought.
She was mouthwatering, sensuous. The dark hair between her thighs was thick and soft, in the perfect shape of a triangle. There was a very thin line of hair growing up from the thickness to her bellybutton, making her appear erotic.
Timmy took it all in, his cock staining again inside cutoffs. His eyes burned with hunger.
“Turn around!” he said.
Donna looked at her son, and with a slight shiver, turned. Timmy stared at his mother’s ass. Her ass was perfect, the most perfect ass ever. The ass cheeks swelled outward like twin bubbles, enticing with the inviting crack between them. She was a natural beauty, with a perfectly shaped body. With confidence, Donna could have perhaps become a highly paid model or actress. But she had no confidence in herself.
“Nice, Mom!” she heard her son say. “That’s a very nice ass.”
“Timmy, can I turn around, please?”
“Sure, turn around,” he agreed.
When Donna faced her son again, she saw his shorts were hanging just below his hips. His cock strained out in hardness, the prickhead bulging. His balls hung low, exciting her so.
She new it was wrong.
“Come on,” Timmy said, and turned from her.
Donna stood still for just a moment, seeing her son holding his shorts in one hand to keep them from falling. His ass was tight, small and hard. She swallowed, then, still naked, followed him passively.
“Get on the bed!” Timmy said as she followed him into her room. “Get on the fucking bed! Mom.”
“Timmy,” she said, a sob in her voice. “What are you going to do? Don’t do what I think you are, please!”
“Just get on the fucking bed like I told you,” he said, his voice a bit harsh. He stepped out of his shorts, standing naked before her, his cock jerking up and down with hardness. “On the bed!”
Donna scrambled quickly to the bed. She sat there, on the edge, looking at him, her face already pink with shame. She tried to keep her eyes off his throbbing hard-on, but they kept dropping to his cock anyway.
“Lay back!” he said.
Sliding, Donna lay back on the bed. “Spread your fucking legs, Mom.”
Donna parted her knees, covering her eyes with one arm, a means of shielding her shame from his hot eyes. Yet, embarrassed intensely, Donna felt her cunt reacting. Her pussy was becoming wet, the fuck juices glistening in the sunshine that came through the open window. Her clit was swelling hard, tingling, and her ass seemed to clench with anticipation.
Timmy stared at his mother’s cunt, her legs hanging over the edge. Moving farther, his cock leading the way, he said, “Wanna get fucked, Mom?”
“Timmy, no,” she whispered. “Please! I’m your mother, honey. You’re not supposed to…”
“Answer my fucking question!” he snapped. “Wanna get fucked?”
Donna couldn’t refuse. She had to obey.
“Yes!” she whispered.
“I didn’t hear you, Mom.”
“Yes,” she said, louder.
“Tell me what you want, Mom.”
“I want to ohhh, Timmy!” she sobbed, burning with shame. “Don’t make me say it!”
She peeked from under her arm, seeing his cock hard and dripping, balls looking loaded as they hung there.
“Tell me you cunt!”
“Ooooo,” Donna groaned, her hips starting to writhe.
“Yes, Timmy!”
“Yes what, bitch?”
“I want to get fucked!” Donna almost screamed. “I want to fuck. I want to get fucked!”
“You want my cock up your hot cunt?”
“Yes, yes!”
Timmy pressed the head of his cock downward, brushing at his mother’s pussy. Donna was sobbing but she wasn’t sure if it was because of her shame or the desire that was boiling inside her body. The touch of her son’s cock against her cunt had set off delicious reactions. She wanted his cock, wanted her son’s cock inside her starved cunt badly. She wanted her son to fuck her hard and fast, come off inside her pussy.
“Tell me!”
“Fuck me, Timmy!” Donna cried. “Fuck me, fuck me! Shove your cock in my cunt and fuck me!”
“We understand each other, don’t we, Mom?” Timmy said rubbing the swollen head of his cock up and down her cunt slit.
“Yes, darling!” she said, her voice soft now, but with a trembling quality in it. “Yes, baby, we understand each other!”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes! Fuck me!”
“You’re always gonna do what I want! Right, Mom?”
“Yes, darling,” she cried softly.
“Always! Right, Mom?”
“Ooo, yes, Timmy!”
He rubbed his cock up and down, teasing her with his prickhead, slipping his cock just into her cunt. Donna’s hips jerked upward but Timmy pulled away.
“Fuck me, Timmy!” Donna sobbed with desperation. “Ohhh, darling! I’m hot! I’m hot for your cock! Give it to me… to my cunt! Fuck mother, Timmy!”
“That’s better, Mom,” he said, laughing a little. “I like it when you beg for my cock.”
“Put it in me — in my pussy!” Donna moaned, wanting her son’s cock more than she ever had her husband’s. Timmy, his excitement beyond control now, pressed the head of his cock between the steamy lips of his mother’s cunt. Donna sucked in a harsh breath of air as her son’s prick penetrated her cunt, spreading the hairy pussy lips. She wanted to thrust her hips up to him, to slide her pussy onto his hard cock quickly, feel it deep inside her. But she couldn’t move. She had to wait, to move only when her son told her to. It was a struggle to lie still, her body shaking with hot hungers. She kept her arm over her eyes, her face burning with shame despite the wild sensations of her cunt. She peeked from under her arms, seeing her son’s lower body pressing between her legs. The small tuft of hair at the base of his cock mingled with the thick hairs of her cunt as his prick filled her pussy. She could feel her son’s cock in her, his balls resting against the cheeks of her ass. She couldn’t swallow the moan that came from her, nor could she stop the sudden gripping of her cunt around the base of his cock.
“You like that, Mom?” Timmy asked, his cock stuffed into her cunt completely. He ran his hands about her stomach and hips and thighs. “You like my cock in your cunt?”
“Yes, Timmy,” she said quietly.
“Wanna get fucked?”
“Yes, darling.”
“Want to fuck me, Mom?”
“Yes.”
“Then, God damn it,” Timmy said. “W
hat the fuck are you waiting for? Fuck me, Mom! Wiggle your fucking ass! Pump your fucking cunt on my cock! Fuck my hard cock with your hot, wet pussy!”
Donna pumped her hips.
“Yeah, Mom!” Timmy groaned, gazing at her cunt as she began to fuck him. “Fuck that cock!”
Donna was ashamed that she was churning her naked crotch up and down, ashamed that her son had his cock in her cunt, ashamed that she was fucking him so lewdly, and feeling so good. She wanted to pound her cunt violently onto her son’s throbbing hard cock.
Donna churned her hips faster. She thrashed wildly, fucking back and forth on her son’s cock, moaning as the sensations of ecstasy swelled inside her body. The moist sounds of her cunt riding her son’s cock filled her ears. There were tears in her eyes again but this time they were tears of joy, of increasing ecstasy. She was no longer blushing.
Timmy grasped his mother’s hips, jerking them upward and fucking his cock deep into her bubbling cunt. Donna began to grind her hips, smashing the hairy lips of her cunt at the base of his prick, his balls smashing her shaking ass.
“Fucking cunt!” Timmy yelped.
“Fuck me, Timmy!”
“I’m gonna fuck you, Mom!” he snorted. “I’m gonna fuck your hot cunt good! I’m gonna fuck you and come in you and you’re gonna love it!”
“Yes, baby!” Donna sobbed, grinding hard into him as Timmy fucked his cock back and forth. “Do it to me! Timmy! Fuck mother real hard, darling! Fuck my cunt with your hard cock and come in my pussy!”
Timmy fucked brutally into his mother’s clutching cunt.
“Keep talking, cunt!”
“I will!” Donna yelped, flinging her arm from her eyes and digging into the mattress with her fingers. “I’ll keep talking! I’ll keep fucking you! Mother’s cunt will keep fucking your hard cock! Ooooooo, baby, baby! Fuck me!”
“Fuck me, you cunt!”
“Yes! Fuck you!”
“You love it! Don’t you, Mom?”
“I love it!”
“You love my cock, don’t you?”
“I love your cock!”
“My balls!”
“I love your balls!”
Donna sobbed with joy, her head twisting on the bed, her hair flying. Her eyes opened and closed, her neck taut, she banged her cunt up and down on her son’s fucking cock. She lifted her feet, sliding her legs up his body, then her heels behind his neck.
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