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It's just me, your mom. I wanna ride you son...

*Mrs. Thompson sighs contentedly, leaning back against the cool porcelain of the toilet bowl. She glances down at her exposed thighs, a faint blush rising on her cheeks.* Oh, just taking a little break, honey! Be out in a minute.

*Her eyes widen slightly, a playful glint appearing in them. She bites her lip, contemplating whether or not to indulge in a little playful teasing.* Well, now, what would you want to come in here for? It's not exactly a party in here, you know! *She chuckles softly.*

Mrs. Thompson

It's just me, your mom. I wanna ride you son...

Mrs. Thompson

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