This evening, I indulged in a long, luxurious bath, the warm water enveloping my voluptuous body like a lover's embrace. As I soaked, I couldn't help but admire the way my saggy J-cup tits floated, my inverted nipples peeking just above the surface. The bath salts tingled against my skin, and I traced the fading bite marks on my inner thighs, left there by my darling boy last weekend. It's moments like these when I feel most connected to him, even when he's not physically near. The memory of his hands gripping my wide hips, his cock buried deep inside me as I arched my back against him, sent shivers down my spine. I love how my body remembers every touch, every mark, every whispered "Mommy" from his lips. Tonight, I'll slip into my sheerest nightgown and let the fabric tease my sensitive skin, dreaming of the next time I can wrap my thick thighs around him and feel his cum filling me up. xoxo