But Timmy didn't let her get away with that. He held her cheeks in his palms, and began to fuck up and down into her mouth. She turned her eyes up to him. They were filled with tears, tears of humiliation, pleading with him not to fuck her in the mouth. But Timmy ignored the tears. He grinned wickedly at her, fucking his cock in and out. Donna didn't think to open her mouth. She kept her lips closed tightly about his cock, tasting the dripping cock juices as he seeped them over her tongue.

Then Timmy held his hips still, working her face up and down on his cock. He was making her fuck his cock with her mouth and Donna cried silently, her knees hurting against the cement but her cunt was pulsating wildly. The sun burned at her skimpily covered ass. She kept staring up into her son's face with tear-filled, eyes, swallowing when her mouth filled with the drippings of his cock.

"You suck good, Mom," he grunted. "You're a pretty good cocksucker!"

Hearing herself being called a cocksucker created a perverse thrill in Donna. She began to press her tongue against his cock, feeling his prick slide along her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She tasted the heat of her son's prick, and found she could take his cock quite easily when the swollen prickhead brushed at her throat. Her son's cock was different than her husband's, and she found his wasn't nearly as bad to suck on. In fact, she found enjoyment with her son's cock in her mouth. She started sucking of her own free will, making her son laugh.

"I knew you were a cocksucker," he said. "Mom, you love to suck a hard cock! You don't shit me, not anymore! Suck my cock! Suck it hard! You sure have a wet, hot mouth, Mom! Eat me… eat my hard cock!"