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Writer's pictureBetty Sullivan

All Grown Up For Mommy

When you became a teenager, I watched your body change and eventually you wanted to sleep in your own bed. You pulled away from me and I was so sad. I missed feeling your touch and when my nipples were always yours. You started liking girls in your school and I admitted to being jealous, but you moved on from your mommy.


You should be here in a few, but I couldn’t help reminiscing. You used to be mommy’s little man, and we loved each other. Your father has been gone so long and even though I have taken care of myself and there have been plenty of men that wanted me, it was always about you. I loved it when you were young. We would take long baths together and wash each other. I would tell you that my breast was sensitive, and you paid special attention to it. You would be so careful and I would lie back and let you touch all over them. Your little hands felt so good. I remember a few times you washed down my stomach, and you told me how pretty I was and I let you touch me down there. Mommy might have had a few orgasms, but I won’t ever let you know.


I would take my time to wash you sometimes without a wash rag. Just my gentle hands and some soap with extra bubbles. I would make sure you got your little penis all clean and happy. You would laugh when it stood up straight. I would wash down your back and make sure my perky nipples touched you from behind because you said you liked that. I like it too.


After bath, I would snuggle you up in your pajamas and you always wanted me to wear my flowing silk nightgown without a bra or panties. You loved watching me get dressed, and it was our special time together. I would read you a book and then we would cuddle. I rubbed your back while you sucked on mommy’s tits. It was your favorite part of sleeping with me and it was mine, too. You asked me one time, why don’t I have milk anymore and I explained it to you. I was sad I could nourish my baby boy like I used to, but it satisfied your curiosity.


When you became a teenager, I watched your body change and eventually you wanted to sleep in your own bed. You pulled away from me and I was so sad. I missed feeling your touch and when my nipples were always yours. You started liking girls in your school and I admitted to being jealous, but you moved on from your momma.


You went away to college, and I feared I had lost you forever…

Oh! I heard your car pulling up. I am so excited. I hope you like the sexy top I wore with no bra, of course, and tight blue jeans. While you were gone, I kept in shape for you. I hugged you and my breast felt at home between your muscular body.


You kissed me on my cheek and said you missed me. You searched my eyes, and my pussy tingled. We ate dinner and watched a romantic comedy on Netflix.

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