"Uhhhh! Uhhhghhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!"

Joanne cried out as she felt herself teetering on the brink of a mini-climax. They were the only types she was having now. Suddenly the picture changed and she saw Doug in front of her, stark naked, and jamming his long, smooth cock between her cunt-lips.

"Noooo!" Joanne cried out, trying to drive the picture from her mind. But it stuck. She rolled her head slowly from side to side against the tile wall as she plucked and rubbed her swollen clit up to climax, thinking of Doug's face and body. As she felt the world around her explode, Joanne thought she could actually feel something hot and wet spraying into her sucking pussy. It was Doug, firing his lava-like jizz into her cunt as his lips slobbered over her tightly swollen tits.

"Christ!" Joanne moaned as she felt her legs finally buckle from under her. She reached out and managed to hold onto a collapsing purse rack. "Oh no, no, no," the blonde repeated over and over as she fought to get control of herself. This was something new. Joanne had never fantasized about fucking her son. She groaned softly to herself as she slid her saturated panties back up and dropped her skirt. She wondered if this kind of fantasy was normal for women who hadn't had sex for a while.

"Hello, ma'am?" a voice called out from the doorway.

Joanne stiffened, with embarrassment and surprise. Had someone been in the John all this time and heard her groans?

"Y-yes?" Joanne stammered, straightening her clothes and opening the cabinet door.

"I'm sorry, but some guys out here asked me to come in and see what was taking you so long. They- Oh, dear!" an old woman said as she perked up her nose and sniffed at the air. Joanne flushed a deep red and fought the feeling to run out of there with a towel over her head..

"Poor ventilation. Some kind of leak," the blonde mumbled as she brushed past the old woman and walked towards her son and his friends.