Attended my Sunday morning yoga class, feeling every stretch deep in my voluptuous body. The looks I received as I bent over in my sheer leggings—my enormous, cellulite-rich ass on full display and my saggy J-cup tits nearly spilling from my top—were simply delicious. But my mind was elsewhere, replaying last night's fantasy: my darling boy taking me from behind in this very pose, his cock stretching my tight cunt while he gripped my wide hips, his cum flooding my eager pussy. The thought of his seed taking root in my breeding body made me wet right there on the mat. Mommy's deepest meditation is the dream of feeling his life growing inside her, my swollen belly a permanent mark of his love. Nothing centers me more than that thought.