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I’m not your average mother.
Sometimes I bake cakes, and cookies, and all those tasty and dotting motherly things…but usually I just end up in my son’s bedroom sucking his massive cock with them set apart forgotten on his bedside table for later.
An easy excuse to get a moment alone with him, my baking at all times is.
Plus…the way I see it…
There’s never any such thing as *TOO MUCH* mother / son bonding, is there/
Then there are our stolen away mornings together, wherein he would sneak into my bed right after my husband (*yes, his father – stone us if you must – he’s an abusive prick*) left for work and give me the best sex of my lifetime.
Hell, probably all my lifetimes.
I mean…can I really be blamed for the fact that he uses his manhood better than most men twice his age? That he came on to *ME* first? That I’ve at all times been little more than his live-in plaything, his dirty little secret? His dirtiest porn fantasies come manifest?
Yes, I drain him.
And yes….I love every forbidden minute of it.
Nothing gets me going like lubing up that enormous cock of his and working him toward the very edge of a mind-numbing orgasm just to pull back the reigns again and make him work for it…
*Work for me.*
Sometimes, when I’m really horny, when he really has me going…I even let him fill up my ass or pussy just to go fuck his father with his seed still inside of me.
A bad, bad girl – yes, I’ve at all times been one.
Like I said (*which at this point you should fully grasp*): I’m nowhere in the realm of your average mother.
Still…
It’s crazy, what five long years of constant, hardcore fucking has done for our relationship.
Would it make some of you sleep better at night if I said we regretted it? That we’re guilty? That we wear our shame like a giant noose around our necks?
Well beat it like you’re secretly gonna beat your meat to us, because **we don’t.**
You’re just an outsider looking in…
We’re the ones living this experience…
And each day, we sink deeper into each other. Into our addiction. Into our unquenchable thirst to ride this high we can only ever seem to get off of each other.
He’s in total agreement: no one else does it for him quite like me, and trust me…
My drenched panties as I type this say the feeling is more than mutual.
There really isn’t any romantic love quite like this.
NSFW: yes
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