"Delicious, darling," she said, getting to her feet, her knees hurting. She gazed down at him, a smile on her face. She lifted her dress to her waist, her tits already showing. She parted her legs, arching her hips out. "Look how wet I am. I came, too! God, did I come!"

"I guess that means you like to suck my cock, huh?"

"Timmy," Donna said, hugging her naked tits, "You're delicious! I'll suck that cock of yours anytime you ask."

"Go rest awhile, Mom," he said, pointing to the lounge. "Did I really scare you when I said someone was watching?"

"I almost shit." She grinned at him.

"I don't care if someone watches you suck me," he said. "You're just a fucking cunt anyway."

"Yes, I am!" Donna heard herself reply. "I'm just a cunt, that's all I am."

"You're just shit, Mom," Timmy said. "Just plain old shit."

"Yes! Baby!"

"Piss on you," he said, getting to his feet, his cock and balls dangling along the side of his cut-offs. "In fact, that's what I think I'll do."

A sudden fear came in Donna's eyes. "Do what, honey?"

"Piss on you."

"Timmy, that… that isn't nice," she said.

"Who gives a fuck if it's nice or not?" Timmy replied, coming toward her. "I can piss on you if I wanna piss on you."

Donna looked at him, worried. He held his cock in his hand, standing next to her. He waved his cock at her wickedly.

"You wouldn't really piss on me, would you? You're just teasing me, aren't you, Timmy?"

"I'm gonna piss on you," he said. "Open your fucking legs, Mom. Im gonna piss on your fucking cunt!"

"Timmy, please don't piss on me."

"Open your legs!"

Donna parted her legs, lifting her dress to her waist, the tight crotch of the too-small panties stretching about her cunt. She eyed the head of his cock warily still not believing her son would actually piss on her.