He crept into bed with me whispering, Momma, I had a bad dream.

Maybe it never should have happened … but I drew such comfort from his young body wrapped around mine. For weeks I allowed nothing to happen; we simply cuddled, two loving bodies seeking warmth. He would grind his penis against my thigh, but I would feign sleep. Then, I had dreams of my own—not bad dreams, but vivid dreams. I had not been with a man for so long! My body began to respond to the decadent scenes of my dreams.

One night, his leg was wrapped around my middle and his penis was pulsating hot against my leg, and from his legs escaped a suckling sound. I knew it was so wrong but I felt as if I were in a trance. I was not his mother any more; I was an animal in heat. I slipped my huge nipple into his little mouth and he suckled. From then on, we engaged in our unspoken ritual ...

I would wait for him to arrive home after school, gently rocking myself in my overstuffed rocking chair. He would put down his book bag and climb onto my lap, his large frame easily curling into mine, reach into my blouse and pull out my titty for a suckle. After weeks, even at my age, my milk came back, making my breasts even bigger and fuller; every afternoon they would ache to be sucked.

Then one night, after washing his body in the tub, I simply reached down and took him into my mouth. I want to feel your penis grow, I told him. You’ll be my little man. I whispered in his ear that that night, that very night, he would become my husband. He tilted his head back, eyes half-closed, and his mouth hunted for my nipples. I carried him to our bed. The room was hot, musky. I stripped off my gown and stretched across the bed, my legs open wide.

Come here, I ordered, pulling him on top of me. I had gone too far to turn back. I was filled with lust, pure animalistic lust. As he rode me, faster and faster, I knew nothing would be the same between us ever more. We would live forever in a special world, following our own rules, for we have a special bond. After all, no relationship is closer than that of a mother and a son …

With Love,

Suzy Q

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