"I should fuck him, fuck my own son?"

"Why not, Mother?"

"He's my son."

"And my brother," Tracy countered. "You saw me fuck him, you saw how excited he was. Oh, Bill will fuck you too. If you want to fuck him, it's going to be up to you."

She told her daughter of her frustrations until she realized her desire, and this led Tracy to tell her mother about her disappointment with her dates. "But that's finished now," Tracy said. "I've got Bill, and he gives me more satisfaction than any damned date I've had."

Susan looked straight at her daughter. "I didn't know you were frustrated Tracy. I guess we're both in the same boat."

"Not anymore, Mother," Tracy said, giving a smile to her mother. "I intend to fuck my brother from now on. Bill is more than eager, and he's a wonderful fuck."

Susan swallowed, then said in a whispery voice, "Hold me a little, Tracy."

Tracy sat beside her mother, wrapping her arms about her. Susan rested her head on her daughter's tit. They held each other for awhile, then silently, their lips pressed together and they were kissing gently. Drawing back, Susan gazed into her daughter's eyes, and with a small, soft whimper, pressed her lips to Tracy's again, kissing her with passion now. Susan whimpered once more as Tracy tightened her arms about her, holding her tightly, hissing back. Susan slipped a hand over Tracy's tit, and when her daughter failed to protest, she curled her fingers into the girl's spongy tit, squeezing it. Tracy now moaned with rising heat and slipped her tongue past her mother's lips, delving into the wet heat. Susan began to suck at her daughter's tongue hungrily, fondling Tracy's tits, shoving her hand into the girl's blouse.

"Ooooh," Tracy mewled with pleasure as her mother played with her tits. She pulled her hand between them, and when her mother shoved her tongue into Tracy's mouth, Tracy began to squeeze her mother's tits. The women squirmed together, each feeling the bubbling heat swelling about in their stomach, radiating to their inner thighs and their cunts.



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