Swinging her legs off the bed, she stood, looking down at her slender body, grinning impishly. Maybe Timmy would piss on her again today. She shivered with anticipation. Come on, she told herself. Who are you trying to kid? You know you want it this way. You like being submissive, don't you? She agreed with herself, adding she loved allowing her son to dominate her. This was much different than the way she had been dominated before. Timmy dominated her sexually, where the others had dominated mentally.

As she showered, she realized that sexual domination was the key. Only during sex did she want – need – that domination.

She had just turned the shower off when Timmy entered the bathroom.

"Good morning, darling." She smiled.

"Fuck you, cunt," Timmy replied.

"My, what a grouch you are," she teased, stepping from the shower stall and drying herself. Timmy grinned at her as he aimed his cock into the toilet.

"Not really! Mom," he said.

Donna dropped the towel, moving close to him. She rubbed her fuzzy cunt against his hip, stroking one hand down his back, the other his chest. She kissed his cheek as her fingers played with the tuft of hair at the base of his cock.

"You can fuck me, baby," she whispered, watching the golden stream of piss splashing into the bowl. "You know that."

He son grinned at her, and Donna kissed his lips. Her hand cupped a cheek of his ass, squeezing lightly, her eyes gazing down at his cock, watching his piss.

"Want me to hold your cock?" she asked softly. "Mother will hold your cock while you piss, if you'd like."