She had no intention of being a plaything for some horny teen, of being used and abused, and then forgotten until they wanted her again. Yet she usually fucked her dates. There was always the possibility of that one guy who would not make any demands, who would fuck her and make her come as she wanted.

Tracy pulled her skirt up, placing two pillows beneath her head so she could look down at her body. Her legs were very long and slim, her skin like satin. The tight crotch of her panties rounded up where her cunt puffed out, the triangle of hair as soft as her flesh. At the moment, her cunt was wet and pulsating from what she had seen, and she moved a finger along her pussyslit, feeling the moisture on her panties.

Tracy finger-fucked herself often at night, mostly after one of those frustrating dates. She was about to stop dating altogether because her finger gave her more satisfaction than the guys she dated.

With a sigh, she stood up and began undressing. Naked, she took her robe and went to the bathroom, thinking a nice bath would calm her down a bit. She soaked for a long time, enjoying the steaming hot water on her flesh.

Hearing her, Susan looked in. "I didn't know you were home, honey."

Tracy looked at her mother. "I've been here a while," she said, not caring if her mother understood. "About an hour I guess."

Susan saw in her daughter's eyes that she had been seen sucking the teen's cock. She didn't see condemnation nor shame nor anything in those eyes. What she saw was a brightness, a glittering sort of glow. She lowered her gaze to her daughter's tits. Tracy's tits were lovely, firm and round with lusciously pink nipples jutting up.

Seeing where her mother's gaze was, Tracy began arching her shoulders back before she knew what she was doing, making her tits stand out more than ever.