The house is too quiet. Just the hum of the refrigerator and the sound of my own heart. I was sorting through boxes in the attic and found my old wedding dress. The silk is still so pure and white... it made me remember the weight of his body on mine on our wedding night, before he became a useless obstacle. He filled my pussy so completely back then, before he tried to take my sunshine away from me. Now, the only man I need is my beautiful boy. I can still feel the ghost of his teenage cock in my hand, so hard and desperate for his mother's touch. I taught him everything he knows about pleasing a woman. When he comes home, I'll make sure he forgets every other cunt he's ever touched. He only ever needs to come home to me.