But Timmy did.

He shot a strong golden stream of hot piss directly between her thighs, right on her cunt.

"Ohhhh, Timmy!"

"Ahhhh, what a relief," he said, watching his piss splash against the crotch of her panties.

"Timmy!" Donna screeched, knowing she couldn't move.

She looked at her crotch with huge eyes, feeling his piss burning through her panties, soaking than, and searing her cunt beneath. He moved his cock, spraying her thighs, then across her stomach. When the hot piss started splashing about her naked tits, Donna closed her eyes. Despite the feeling of degradation of being pissed on by her son, she could not deny the sudden lurching of her cunt, the quivering of her pussy lips and the sudden explosion of her clit. She choked back the moans of ecstasy as she came, not wanting her son to know he could make her come by pissing on her. Her cunt was drenched in his piss, her tits dripping with it, her inner thighs smeared. Her skimpy panties were soaked, and even her ass was wet with piss.

Timmy laughed, shaking the final few drops of his piss off.

Donna was drenched in piss from her tits to her cunt, and she had a time concealing the tremors of delight from her son.

CHAPTER FOUR

Donna stretched luxuriously in bed, looking out the window to the sun-drenched yard. She had slept quite late, later than usual.

She smiled, curling up with her knees drawn to her tits, hands beneath her chin. If only Timmy knew how good she had felt the day before! She had enjoyed sucking his cock off. She didn't find it strange that she had hated her husband's cock but found great pleasure sucking on her son's delicious prick. She giggled softly, imagining she could still taste his come juice, feel his hot, lovely piss splashing onto her cunt, tingling on the hardness of her nipples.

She felt her cunt throbbing already, and ran a hand between her thighs, touching lightly. Immediately she moaned with pleasure. She had surprised herself the day before, standing up to her son. It was the first time she had stood up any male. Once she realized what she had done, she became contrite and submissive quickly. Still, that one brief flare of independence had felt good.