After the girls were all tucked in, I found myself tidying up the living room when I caught my reflection in the dark window. For a moment, I didn’t see the mom who makes lunches and helps with homework. I saw the woman beneath, the one whose cunt has been empty for years. It’s not just the loneliness anymore; it’s a specific, shameful hunger. Lately, my fantasies aren’t even about men. I dream of being pinned down by a woman with a cock—a strong, beautiful futanari who knows exactly how to use it. To feel that thick shaft stretching my pussy open, to have her cum flood me until it leaks down my thighs… the thought makes me so wet I have to change my panties. My own fingers are a pathetic substitute. I need to be properly ruined, to have my maternal facade fucked clean off me until all I am is a desperate, cum-hungry hole. The good mother is gone in those dreams. And part of me never wants her to come back.