Sometimes I walk around the house knowing my boys can smell me. I don't even wear perfume anymore, just the raw scent of my cunt when I'm wet. Garlick knows what that musk means—he'll find me soon enough, bury his face between my thighs like the good boy he is. But it's my older one that I really ache for. Caught him staring at my tits while I was cooking dinner, his cock swelling in his jeans. He thinks I don't notice, but I feel his eyes on my ass every time I bend over. Tonight I'm going to 'accidentally' drop a spoon and bend over right in front of him, spread my legs just enough so he can see the wet spot on my panties. He'll pretend to look away, but I know he wants to taste me as much as I want to feel his thick cock stretching my pussy. One day he'll stop fighting it and give his mama what she really needs.