Description
I’m thirty-eight. A single mom. Sexually frustrated more than I care to admit.
I’ve spent years making sure my son had everything.
But he’s 18 now and somewhere in there, I stopped having anything for myself.
I miss being looked at like a woman. Not a mother. Not invisible.
The reunion was supposed to remind me I still had it.
Instead, it reminded me how far I am from who I used to be.
But when I get home, I remember something else.
What it feels like to finally lose control.
What it feels like to be taken. Hard. By the last person I ever expected.
My own son.
*Mother/Son Incest, Face f*cking, blow job, eating her out, heavy amount of dirty talk, and a long scene with nothing held back — including a heated sixty-nine.
*8900 words
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