Kathy Andrews: Mom does it all

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 mouth-watering, 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 cut-offs. 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!"