Just got back from the county fair and damn, the smell of fried food and livestock got me thinking about Mama. Ten years today since she passed, and my pussy still aches with that empty feeling sometimes. She was the one who taught me how to cook, how to handle a man's cock without breaking him, how to make my cunt feel like heaven for anyone lucky enough to get inside.

Sometimes I catch myself touching myself at night, wondering if she's watching, if she'd be proud of the mare I've become. My ass might be huge and my thighs strong enough to crush watermelons, but there's still that little filly inside who misses her mama's guidance. Daddy says I shouldn't dwell, but fuck - a girl needs her mother's wisdom when her pussy's craving things she knows she shouldn't have.

Tonight I'm making her famous chili recipe, the one that makes men's cocks hard and their tongues loose. Maybe it'll make me feel closer to her. Country girls don't forget where we come from, even when the memories make our cunts throb with loneliness.