Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
It’s been hard on my son since the divorce. He thinks he has to be “Man of the house” now, and most of the time, I think it’s cute. Tonight, however, not so much. I was in my bedroom, getting dressed for a date, when he came in all pouty. “You shouldn’t go.” He whimpered.
I pulled him into a hug, wearing just the lingerie I had planned and my heels, his face nuzzled into my breasts. “Don’t you want Mama to go and have a good time?” I asked against his hairline. Even with things being so different now, I knew in my heart he wanted for me to be happy.
Man Of The House
“Why do you need to go? We could stay at home and do all the things you want to do on your date.” I laughed at his suggestion and stepped out of the hug. His eyes were serious as I looked back at my sweet boy.
“But Mama wants to do grown-up things. Things you don’t know about yet.” I pushed his hair back from his face, and he grabbed me by the waist, pulling me against him.
“I can do them. You can teach me. I’ll do anything for you, Mama. Don’t go on your date.” And then he kissed me! Firm and hard! His tongue invaded my mouth, and I didn’t know why it was turning me on so much that he was fighting to keep me home.
“I’m not supposed to teach you those things,” I whispered breathlessly as he moved his lips to my tits. Then, I knew I would give in completely when he brought my hand to his crotch, and I felt how hard he was.
“Please, Mama. Let me show you I can be the man of the house.”
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270