"Suck my cock, Mom!"

"I will not!" Donna said, with more force in her voice than she thought she had. "I will do no such thing, Timmy!"

"Yes you will," he said, grinning at her.

"You can go to hell, smart-ass!" Donna snapped, shoving her feet off the lounge and smoothing her skirt over her hips and thighs.

"Okay," Timmy said, shoving his cock back into his shorts.

Donna stood near the lounge, afraid now. Where that burst of sudden independence had come from, she didn't know. But seeing her son shove his cock back into his shorts bothered her.

"What do you mean, okay?" she asked.

"Just okay, Mom!" he said.

She gazed at him, her eyes on the fringe of his shorts were his cock had disappeared. Her legs became weak suddenly. She didn't want him to put that cock away. She wanted his prick out, hard, ready to fuck her again.

"Timmy, I'm sorry," she said softly, her voice contrite. "I didn't mean that."

"Show me," Timmy said.

"Show you? How, Timmy?"

He scooted his ass to the edge of the chair, spreading his knees. His cock strained inside his shorts. He pointed at his cock.

"Suck it!"

"I won't…" Donna stopped, licking her lips. She remembered her husband's cock, big and long and so thick she could hardly get her lips about it. She had been very uncomfortable sucking his cock and she hated it when he came in her mouth, but Timmy's cock wasn't, that large. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad.

"Suck my cock, Mom," Timmy said again.

Donna stepped to him, dropping to her knees.

"Pull your dress up," he said, "to your waist."

Donna lifted her dress, feeling the sun on her ass cheeks. She placed her hands on his knees, looking into his face.

"Now, let your tits out."

She pulled her straps off her shoulders, her tits exposed, nipples hard and bulging. Timmy looked down at her. Donna knelt, feeling subservient, and enjoying it. Her cunt pulsated wetly inside the tiny panties.