Musical tuning

Exhausted by the tremendous culmination of her self-manipulation, Kate sighed and her shaky mind calmed. She remembered her fantasy and shuddered. God, she'd actually believed Tommy was going to blow his wad in his hand! And she'd wanted it in her pussy! What kind of mother fantasized about her son's cock? She felt the return of excitement when her mind recreated the image of Tommy's meaty cock as she'd seen it in the bathroom that one time she'd lost control. "But he's only a kid," she breathed aloud and, try as she might, she couldn't keep her mind from repeating that phrase over and over again, much like a musical tune stuck in her head. Had she been too hasty in packing Tommy off to her sister's? Should she have faced her unnatural desires, fought them with him at home, instead of taking the easy path? The next night, Ruth played with herself before turning out the light, but she was careful to keep her cries down. She was also careful not to let her nephew's image intrude on her fantasies. But it was difficult not to think about Tommy when the boy was sleeping only a few rooms away ...»