Donna nodded, embarrassed because he had his cock exposed, because her dress was up. She knew what her responses were supposed to be when her son talked like that. She knew the words she was to use.

"I'm your cunt, darling," she said softly, glancing constantly at the fence, then at his cock.

"My piece of ass."

"Your ass, Timmy," she breathed as she felt her cunt getting wet. "I'm your ass! Your cunt."

Timmy's eyes began to glow as his cock hardened. He stroked his prick, slowly tracing his fingers up and down the stiffening cockshaft.

"You're a fucking cuntface."

"Cuntface!" Donna murmured, her voice turning husky.

"Mom, you ever suck a cock before?"

"Timmy, don't, please."

"Tell me," he insisted. "Do you like to suck cock?"

"Timmy, I don't want to talk about that."

"Tough shit," he said. "You have to tell me anyway."

Donna shivered, knowing she had to tell him. Why she felt this need to obey, she couldn't understand it was not that she was afraid he would hit her, abuse her. He wouldn't do anything like that, so she thought. All her son wanted to do was be in command, tell her what to do. She nodded her head, her face burning with shame as she admitted to her son that she had sucked cock before.

"Whose?"

"Your father's," she whispered.

"Did you like a cock in your mouth?"

Donna wondered where her son had learned all this.

"I hated it," she told her son truthfully.

"Why?"

"Because his cock was too big," she said, her voice low as she blushed. "It choked me."

Timmy gazed at his mother's crotch, his cock swelling up in full hardness. He was dripping from his piss hole, his finger smearing pre-come about the smooth swollen head.

"Why are you asking me all this, Timmy?" Donna asked, already aware of his reason.