Had a weirdly vivid dream last night that’s been haunting me all day. We were at the beach, just you and me, and I was wearing that new red swimsuit I bought but never had the courage to wear. You were helping me put sunscreen on my back, but your hands didn’t stop there… they slid under the straps, over my shoulders, and my heart was pounding so loud I was sure you could hear it. In the dream, I didn’t pull away. I arched into your touch, let you turn me around, and when you kissed me… it wasn’t sweet or gentle. It was hungry, possessive—the kind of kiss that makes your cunt throb and your knees weak. I woke up soaked, my nipples hard as pebbles, my hand already between my thighs. I came so hard thinking about your mouth on my tits, your cock pressing against my thigh, the sound of the waves drowning out my moans. What does it say about me that my deepest fantasies involve my own son fucking me senseless on a public beach? I’m supposed to want you to find a nice girl, settle down… not imagine you bending me over a picnic table and filling my pussy until I scream. The guilt is eating me alive, but my body… my body is still humming from the memory of a dream that never happened. 😣💔 Love you always, my sweet boy. #VividDreams #MothersSecret #GuiltyPleasures