When Laura finds herself masturbating to thoughts of her son, Danny, how long will it take before she gives in to those twisted urges a mother should never have?
Laura parted her lips and let him slip, excited by the instant tanginess on her tongue. With a deep groan of pleasure, her man-boy started slipping.
“Oh, Mom,” Danny moaned. “This is so much better than the hundreds of times I imagined it.”
Laura was shaken by her son’s revelation. Had he really imagined doing his own mother so many times? How long had he been thinking of her this way? But there would be plenty of time for talking later. The moment at hand was only about the pleasures a mother and son could give each other.