Donna, too, enjoyed being told what to do by her son. In fact, the more he embarrassed her, made her ashamed of herself, the better she liked it. She found it very strange that she found sexual pleasure in being embarrassed, but that was the way she was. She enjoyed her shame, and the more shame she felt, the greater her orgasms.

"Come on, Mom," Timmy said the next afternoon, "Let's sit on the patio."

She stood up from where she had been sitting.

"No, not like that," he said.

"Like what, Timmy?"

She was in shorts and a summer blouse.

"Put on a dress," he said. "You're sexier in a dress. But no bra. I want your titties naked."

She went to her bedroom to change, and, just as she smoothed her dress down, Timmy came in with a pair of panties. He held them up. They were very tiny, with just two small patches of cloth with narrow elastic strips holding them together.

"Where did you get those?" she asked.

"I bought them this morning!" Timmy said. "They're prettier than those other panties you always wear. This is the kind you'll wear from now on, Mom."

She took them when he handed them to her. They were one size too small, she noticed. Her face burned with the idea of wearing something so revealing.

"Put them on!" Timmy said.

"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.