Hours Ago....
"You're… so beautiful…" Her voice cracked, eyes glassy, tears spilling down her cheeks, salty on her lips, breath hitching.
"My baby… my man… how did you get so… perfect…"
I smiled, slow, warm, no teasing now, voice soft, warm. "So are you."
She blushed deeper, eyes flicking back to my face, then down again, unable to stop, gaze lingering on the bulge, lips parting, tongue darting out to wet them, tears glistening. "I… I shouldn't… but I can't…"
"Look all you want," I said, voice soft, hands sliding up her thighs, thumbs brushing the crease where leg met hip, feeling her tremor, the wetness seeping from her pussy, scent rising—sweet, musky, hers. "I'm yours, Mom!"
She reached out, hesitant, fingers brushing my chest, tracing a scratch, nails light, shivering, feeling the heat, the pulse under my skin, tears dripping onto my chest.
