Linda's eyes fluttered open wider, soft, hazy, and suddenly starving.
She slid down my body with slow, reverent intent, the sheets whispering against her skin until her face hovered just above my hips. My cock (thick, heavy, veins pulsing like living marble) lay against my stomach, already leaking a single, glistening bead of precum at the tip.
She inhaled, a shaky, worshipful breath, and her voice came out trembling with maternal awe and raw, sinful hunger.
"Oh… my sweet, perfect boy… look what Mommy made…"
Her fingers wrapped around the base, barely able to close, and she lifted it gently, reverently, like it was the most sacred thing she'd ever held. A low, adoring moan spilled from her lips.
"It's so big… so beautiful… my baby, you grew this inside your mom's belly and now look at you… giving it to me."
She leaned in, lips brushing the swollen crown in the softest kiss, then another, and another, peppering the head with tiny, loving presses of her mouth.
