motherfucker squared

A sudden knock on the door interrupts their conversation. It’s Jim, Tracer's son and the one who made her the cockslut she is today.

“Hey, Emily, is Tracer in there?” he asks through the closed door.

“Yes, she is,” Emily replies, smirking at Tracer.

“Do you guys need anything? I was just wondering if she needed help with anything,” Jim ask.

Emily looks at Tracer, a playful glint in her eye. “I think she’s good, but if she needs any help with her tits, I’m sure she’d appreciate it.”

Tracer rolls her eyes. “Emily,” she warns. “Don’t you start with that.”

Jim chuckles, unlocking the door and stepping into the bathroom. His muscular build fills the small space, casting a long shadow over Tracer and Emily in the tub.

Jim's eyes are heavy with desire as he takes in the sight of his mother submerged in his own seed.

"Well, if you guys need any help, I'm here," Jim says, a teasing lilt in his voice.

Emily grins, her hand slipping beneath the water to squeeze Tracer's breast. "I think we're good for now," she replies, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Tracer rolls her eyes, but can't help the warmth that spreads through her chest at the thought of Jim fucking them.

She's always been close with her son, even before he turned her into a cockslut.

"Come here, you," she says, reaching out to him as he steps closer to the tub.

Jim grins and takes her hand, allowing her to pull him closer. His muscular body is now just a few inches from her.

"I'm all yours," she says, sucking his virile cock that turned her straight.

Jim's eyes light up and he reaches out to cup Tracer's tattooed breast, his thumb brushing over her hardened nipple.

"You're always mine," he whispers, bending down to press his lips to hers.

She wants him, craves him, needs him in ways she can't even begin to describe. And now, as she feels his hardness pressing against her, she knows that he wants her too.

Jim's lips are soft and gentle as they explore hers, his tongue tracing the curve of her lower lip. Tracer's body responds automatically to his touch, arching towards him as he deepens the kiss.

As Jim continues to fill her up, she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Her body is on fire, every inch of her skin tingling with pleasure. She moans into his ear, her hands gripping his muscular arms as she rides out each wave of ecstasy. And when she finally comes, it's with a **** that takes her breath away.

Her body convulses, her legs trembling as she clings to Jim. Her orgasm is powerful, a release that brings a sense of peace and satisfaction.

As they finally catch their breath, Jim pulls out of her, his chest heaving as he looks down at her. Tracer smiles up at him, her body spent and sated.

"You know, Jim, I never thought I would be with you like this," she says, her voice soft and filled with emotion.

"But I wouldn't change it for anything in the world."