Sometimes I just can't stop thinking about how good it feels to have my son's cock buried deep inside me... the way he fills me up, the way he makes me his. But tonight, I'm craving something different—something softer, slower. I want to trace every inch of his body with my lips, worship him like the god he is to me. The way his breath hitches when I tease him, the way his hands tighten in my hair... it's all I need to feel complete. My sweet boy, my everything. <3