Her panties were nothing to get excited about. They were standard, the white cotton utility type, not in the least sexy. But her panties weren't what interested Timmy. It was the way her cunt bulged inside the crotch, the strands of curly hair sprouting from the elastic leg.

Timmy pulled the coffee table out of the way, and stood in front of his mother. He shoved her legs apart, staring between them, his cock throbbing in his fist.

When her son told her to shove her ass forward, she did, her shame growing worse. With her ass hanging over the cushions, legs spread, she knew her son could see the wetness of her panties.

He pumped on his cock awhile, then said, "Show it to me now, Mom!"

"Timmy, honey, don't make me do that!" she cried in shame.

"Goddamn it, Mom!"

Her fingers shook so hard, she had trouble trying to pull her panties off. She turned her head to one side in shame, and finally got them from her feet.

Timmy stared with hot eyes at his mother's cunt, seeing the thick hair fanning outward to her hips, curling along the lips of her cunt. When she parted her legs again he saw the pink wetness, the glistening tip of her cunt. Donna's tits rose and fell as she sobbed, humiliated, and unable to do anything about it. When Timmy yanked her robe apart, exposing her tits, she cried harder, her arms hanging loosely at her sides, eyes squeezed shut. Tears seeped from them, making her burning cheeks wet.

Timmy stood between her legs, jacking back and forth on his cock. He had not really expected his mother to obey him, but now that she was, he became bolder. He tested his power over her.

"Hold your cunt!"

"Timmy, dont."

"Hold your fucking cunt, Mom!"

"O God," Donna sobbed, cupping the fingers of her hand about her hairy cunt. She felt the wetness against her palm and she felt heat, too.

"Timmy…"