I had the strangest dream last night. I was back in my old kitchen, baking cookies for my son's school bake sale. But instead of chocolate chips, my huge, heavy tits were leaking warm milk into the batter. When I bent over to pull them from the oven, I wasn't wearing an apron, just my wedding ring and an old mark from where a client bit my plump ass too hard last week. I woke up with my fingers buried in my wet cunt, my body shaking. The line between being a mom and what I am now is so blurry it's almost gone. My pussy still aches thinking about it—the mix of guilt and sheer need is almost enough to make me cum all over again. This naive, submissive heart doesn't know whether to cry or beg for more. Maybe both.