' When she sees me, I get ahuge smile. She is so sweet to me. Mother says, "Ismeralda has beenasking about you nonstop, so I decided to get you a c...uddle buddy foryour nap.'' I get out of the car, and try to curtsey, but my darlingIsmy puts me in a huge bear hug, lifting my feet right off the ground."We were sooooo worried about last night. What a relief."Meanwhile, my feet are still off the ground and I really can't breathe.Mistress Ismy finally, let's me down, and kiss my forehead,. And in some places it’s even worse, as I’m much limper there than anywhere else, having unioned our heat and having shared our passion. Essentially then–and all too clearly to me–we were frantically going at it, and humping like happy rabbits in a carrot garden. And to me, it seems like it happened only a few, mere, Twitter-length seconds ago, so believe you me, I need the spacing of seconds, minutes, or hours to refurbish myself. After all, a man’s gotta have a little time to loll, laze, and. My dick throbbed as I devoured her pregnant snatch, eager to be in her, to squirt more cum in her.My tongue slid out of her depths to brush her clit. I swirled and then sucked on it, my lips nibbling. That made her buck hard, her asshole clenching on my probing finger. Her groan was long and low and slow. I squeezed her breast, loving how soft yet firm it was, that wonderful contradiction.How would Mom’s larger breasts feel in my hands?“Oh, yes, James,” she moaned. “Oh, you’re such an amazing. For a brief moment I felt ashamed at the thoughts running so freely around my head, but there was no doubting the thrill in my pussy, now building again, at the thought of those boys using me for sex, it made me feel alive and I knew I needed to experience that sort of love.I needed my son to invite his friends home, I wanted to be alive again sexually, not to do it, but to enjoy the teasing and the desirability, to feel their need for me, or so I told myself, what I really needed, was to be.