Are you watching, baby? Do you feel it? You do. Mommy knows you do. Look at her. Look at your Mommy’s pretty body. Feel how hard you are, how desperate. You want to touch yourself so badly. You want to move between her legs and worship that perfect pussy. You want to give yourself to your Mommy. You need it, crave it, burn for it. Mmmmmmm, such a good boy.
It’s so nice to know that Mommy still has that effect on her little boy. That it takes so little for Mommy to make your pretty cock rock hard and begging. You want Mommy so badly, so very very badly. You can feel the desire consuming you, possessing you, owning you. Mmmmmm, such a good boy. Come to Mommy now. Surrender to your addiction. Good boy.
It’s absolute fire, isn’t it, little boy. The way Mommy owns you, controls you. You can’t stop needing her, wanting her. Mommy doesn’t have to do an thing . Just stand here and you beg to serve her pussy. You ache to give yourself to Mommy’s pleasure. To surrender everything you are to your Mommy. Mmmmm, yes. Taking you. Helpless to Mommy in every way. You’re completely lost to me. Lost to Mommy. Mmmmmm, yes.
Come here baby. Mommy wants to play with her pretty cock, her little boy. Mommy wants to feel you trembling and shaking. Mommy wants to know what she’s doing to you. How out of control you are for your Mommy. She wanst to see that you can’t resist her. Show Mommy how much she owns you, baby. Oh yes, honey. Such a good boy. Mommy’s good boy.
Mmmmmm, little boy, you’re trembling so hard. Your pretty cock is so full. Is my little boy excited at how pretty Mommy looks? Are you aching to slide down between Mommy’s legs and kiss and taste her pussy? It’s very wet, baby. Mommy’s thinking about how many ways she’s going to use you, and tease you, and deny you. Mommy’s going to hear you whimpering and begging and it’s going to make me so happy. Mmmmmm, such a good little boy. Mommy loves her pretty fucktoy.
What do you think, baby? Does Mommy look pretty for her date? Is he going to like the way Mommy looks? Do you think he’ll be as hard as you are looking at Mommy, thinking about fucking Mommy? Is that what you’re thinking about, little boy? Taking Mommy on a date, ending the night inside her beautiful pussy as you fuck her so hard. Mmmmmm, yes . Does it excited you to think about Mommy’s date pushing so hard inside her willing cunt? Good boy.
Does Mommy look pretty baby? Are you watching her? Are you feeling your need for her consuming you? Are you feeling how much Mommy makes you want her? Makes you crave her? That’s right, honey. Look at your Mommy. Tell yourself that she owns you and that’s just how you want it. Mmmmm, Mommy. Always Mommy. Only Mommy. Such a good boy.
Trying to be gentle, soft and kind to myself. Trying to remind myself that 2 weeks ago today I nearly died and that it’s okay that I’m taking time for myself and trying to create space.
I haven’t managed to do any of my laundry for 3 weeks and I feel bad about it. I haven’t been able to tidy or organize and there are literal piles of stuff everywhere. But I’m trying to tell myself it’s okay.
I always want to bounce back hard but if I’m being truthful with myself I’m still not past what happened to me. It. Was. Terrifying. Sure now I can speak about it with my Detached Factual Voice but I need to remind myself I’m just good at that. Deep down I’m still scared and hurt and it will take time to move past that.
Coming that close to death, and to be honest, being completely alone (aside from cat creatures) while it happened… I mean, I was alone for my first stroke too but that was so ambiguous in comparison. All strokes are a threat of death but some come much closer than others. Who really knows how close, but I can tell you what it felt like.
Just trying to be soft, kind and gentle to myself. It is hard with an internal voice as critical as mine, but I’m trying.