While Sandra cuddled up with her son after Daniel was gone, she couldn't resist cupping his spent cock and balls in her hand, gently fondling them. This was one of her favorites things about the rapidly changing relationship she was forging with her son, that warm, glorious afterglow from giving him so much pleasure. No one else had ever made her feel the same way. Certainly not the boy's father. Not ever. It was a long time now, years, since her younger days when she first began transforming herself into a stunning object of pleasure. And as good as she became at pleasing men, the most pleasure was really for...