"Take my cock out," Timmy said.

Donna opened her son's shorts. When she pulled them down, he lifted his ass. She pulled his shorts to his thighs, and his cock leaped upright, throbbing with hardness.

"Jack it," Timmy said.

Donna's cunt almost came as she wrapped her fist about her son's cock. The heat of his prick seemed to burn her palm, and she squeezed tightly as she pumped her fist up and down.

"Hard, huh?"

"It's very hard, Timmy," she said. Her face was pink with embarrassment, and she glanced about the yard, afraid someone was watching her.

"Kiss it, Mom! Kiss my hard cock!"

"Timmy, please…"

"Then turn the fuck loose," he said angrily. "If you don't wanna kiss my cock, you can't play with it."

"I want to!" Donna said quickly. "I want to play with it! I'll kiss your cock, darling! I'll kiss it!"

"Then start kissing, cunt!"

Donna placed her warm lips on the shaft of his cock, kissing his prick.

"Not there, bitch! Kiss the head, kiss my piss hole!"

"But you're all wet there!" Donna protested.

"Kiss it anyway."

Donna, clutching her son's cock tightly, stared into her son's eyes, then, when he said nothing more, lowered her face. With her lips together, she felt his slippery fuck juices smear them. She kissed, and then started to lift but Timmy grabbed the back of her head and pulled, arching his hips at the same time. His cock thrust past her lips, past her teeth, and almost into her throat.

Donna cried but didn't dare try to yank her mouth free. She felt her lips stretching on his cock, felt his prick burning her lips.

"Suck me you fucking cocksucker!" Timmy demanded.

Donna began to cry, ashamed because her mouth was filled with her son's cock. It was a repeat of the things her husband had forced, on her. The only difference was, it was now Timmy instead of him, and Timmy's cock didn't hurt her. Her jaws didn't stretch so wide, and there was still room in her mouth. She tried to just hold his cock, to not move at all.