Daniel's bold moves make his mother feel a shameful urge.
Enjoy..
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"Daniel, what in the world do you think you're doing?" Tracey asked, barely containing her shock. She usually called her son Dan or Danny. Daniel was reserved for times like this when she needed to sound serious.
"What does it look like, Mom?"
The still young, single mother had simply been standing at the sink washing out the wine glasses from an evening with friends -- all single and divorced mothers close to her age who got together at one of their houses every week or so. The last of her friends had left about ten minutes before, and while she was standing at the sink, Daniel came up behind her, pressed his enormous, young body up against her from behind, and then reached around her and began fondling her brale
