Chapter 611 Her Shameful Urge:_2

• She sat down on the toilet, leaned back and spread her legs. As she dragged her fingers up and down her slick pussy lips she breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, her son hadn't tried to touch her there. If he had she would have melt all around his fingers and there would've been nothing she could do about it. It was a wicked thing that she'd responded to her son's groping hands in a way she never responded to anyone else. And it wasn't simply the shock of his horny audacity. No. But there in the privacy of her bathroom, sitting on the toilet with her fingers stroking her wet, sensitive pussy lips, Tracy had to confess it had everything to do with those big, groping hands belonging to her son. Her Daniel. The boy she had loved and cared for like no one else in her life. And now he was showing his beautiful mother what a man she had raised.
• Tracy let out a long, throaty sigh. Her fingers were now wet with her creamy secretions. She kept thinking about her son's amazing hands, his cock that felt so huge and powerful grinding against her. She could only imagine the sheer magnificence of Daniel's organ in the flesh. The way he would pulse and ache as his loving mother held his shaft. Stroking it for him. Making him moan with need for her. She was afraid to even imagine how that long, thick member would feel thrusting deep into the very same hole he was born from.
• A delicious and irresistible pressure was building within Tracy's pussy. She pushed one hand underneath and began pumping a pair of fingers in and out of her slick hole while she vigorously rubbed her clit with the other hand. The memory of Daniel's impossibly swollen cock mashing into her ass, his cum spurting uncontrollably into his pants, was so vivid now. Working her pussy steadily with both hands. She gasped and started to cum harder than she'd cum in months, maybe years.