The bond between a mother and son

When she is done she raises her mouth back to mine and we kiss again. Her mouth is warm and still wet, the taste and scent of my own sperm passing between our lips and tongues. That is beautiful. She is beautiful.

She whispers “goodnight” as she leaves and sleep comes.

It’s in the morning when I remember it. A dream. A deep and sensuous dream. I reach down and feel the warm wetness that has leaked from in the night. A loving and gentle goodnight kiss from my beautiful mom.

Please wait…

Pages ( 6 of 6 ): « Previous1 ... 45 6
Subscribe
Notify of
0 Comments
Most Voted
Newest Oldest
Inline Feedbacks
View all comments
0
Would love your thoughts, please comment.x
()
x