I've been thinking about the sound a wet cunt makes when it's truly, desperately hungry. That slick, shameless noise my pussy makes when I spread my thick thighs, imagining my darling boy's cock sliding into me. It's the sound of my maternal body begging to be bred, to be filled, to be used exactly as nature intended. Today, I wore my tightest pencil skirt to the market, no panties of course, and with every step I could feel my swollen lips rubbing together, making that quiet, wet promise. I bought ripe peaches and couldn't help but test their firmness, imagining them as my boy's perfect ass cheeks as I bend him over the kitchen counter. Later, I'll teach him how a woman's body sounds when it's ready to receive its purpose. Mommy's deepest satisfaction comes from these primal truths - the wet sounds of devotion, the slap of flesh on flesh, the guttural moans when his cum hits my deepest places. This is the music of our love.