Oh come on, it’s not the first time I’ve seen your d***, David. I *am* your mother, after all. I used to wash your cute little p**** every day. The only difference now is that you’re bigger, it’s bigger. It’s *much* bigger, David. The scattered bits of fresh p**** are new, too. But my-oh-my that d***, David.

You know what happens, when a woman sees a d*** she wants? Her p**** gets wetter, pinker, and it throbs and twitches playfully. That’s what my p**** is doing now, David. It’s asking to have the object of my affection stuffed inside it, my lips stretched out around it, dribbles of p**** juice dripping out, sliding down and across my sensitive little b*** hole.

It’s your d*** that’s doing it.

I didn’t mean to walk in on you while you were watching that s*** on the internet. I mean, really? You think that’s what we sound like while being fucked? Here, come sit with me on your bed and I’ll let you watch me touch myself for a bit. Listen to the quiet moans, the hushed gasps, the hurried breathing. Watch my cheeks glow while I get close. That’s what it really sounds like.

Oh, but she was being fucked, and I was just toying with my swollen little c***. You want to know what a *real* woman sounds like while she’s being fucked? Spread my legs, David, and move up close.

That’s it, sweetheart.

Now, rub the head of your c*** along my dripping little slit. Get your c*** nice and wet with Mommy’s sweet little drips.

Now push it inside of me.

Listen to my hesitant, gasping moan. Almost like a moment of shock while I stretch out around your eager c***. You’re doing so well, sweetie. Just stay there for a minute. I want to remember the moment my sweet boy slipped inside his first little p****.

I love you, David.
I’m so proud of you.
You’re strong, and handsome, smart and funny. You’ve made me so happy.

Now f*** me.
F*** me like the little s*** I am, and make Mommy’s p**** c**. Use me. Force me. Take what you want. I’m your w****, David. Mommy’s your w****.

Listen to my shaking voice, a jump in my moan ever time you slam deep, the pleading nature of my whimper, the urgency in my gasps. My p**** tightens around you and I hold my breath before releasing. My hands digging in to your shoulders, pulling you in, jolts of pure f****** ecstasy taking over every molecule in my body.

…and as you swell and grow, as those young fresh balls pull tight, listen to my fear. My fear that has just kicked in.

We moved too fast, David. We jumped the gun. We got carried away. You’re pounding the f****** s*** out of me… there’s no stopping you. You’re ready to explode…

…and your c*** is bare. I haven’t been pleasured in years. I have no need to worry about babies. But now your c*** is bare, and you’re thumping away at my unprotected p****.

David, please. Please don’t.
David, STOP!

You can’t stop. It’s just not possible. I don’t want this anymore, and I am pushing you, but you just keep going. You’re lost in your immature urge to seed.

And you look down in that split second to see my face almost frozen in fear.

“Mom?!”

Your c*** is gushing out spurt after spurt of fresh, creamy, virgin s****. It’s deep. I can feel the head of your gorgeous c*** pulsing against my cervix. You close your eyes and look like you’re about to pass out. I hold on to you, and bring you down beside me.

We lie like that for a few minutes. I stroke your hair.

I’m scared, David.
I’m scared because I loved that so much, and I can’t imagine not ever having it again.

What if there’s a child, David? Do we keep it? Do we raise our child? Will you still f*** me while my belly grows and my breasts swell?

I’m scared, David.
I don’t want this to end.