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...