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.