Mom Son Part 7 Finale
I awoke Sunday with Ronnie in my arms, with his mouth affixed to my nipple, just as he did when he was a nursing baby. God it felt good. I wondered what was in store for today, and what time his dad would be home was the furthest thing from my mind. I guess it was around 3pm when we started fucking heavily, oblivious to everything around us. All of the sudden we heard the sound of his dad’s voice. "Hello, I’m home,” then a pause. “Kandy, Ron, where are you?" "Oh, God, it's...