Tiffany absently rubbed her p***y as she recovered. Her skin felt tingly as she began to recall grabbing her son's exposed p***s. The memory was so powerful it gave her the chills. That feeling was like nothing she'd ever experienced. Her fingers slipped inside her p***y again as her thumb stroked against her c**t.
Before she knew it, Tiffany was climaxing again, now with her back against the wall. She slid down the tiles in the shower, spreading her legs in the hot spray and letting her knees buckle in pleasure.
Tiffany had made it through her first s****l contact with her son and didn't feel any overwhelming conscientious objection. Actually, the opposite was true. She was growing used to seeing his p***s and speaking sexually with him and she now realized that she liked it.
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