That night, after the last of the men had left and the house smelled of sex and expensive cologne, Mom and I lay tangled in her big bed. The sheets were ruined—sticky with cum, sweat, and our own juices—but neither of us cared. My head rested on her soft, heavy breasts, her dark nipples still hard from earlier. Her fingers traced lazy circles on my back, occasionally dipping lower to brush the curve of my ass.“Baby,” she whispered into the quiet darkness, her voice thick with emotion. “Since your dad died… I haven’t felt alive like this. Not once. Not until you.”I lifted my head to look at her. Her eyes glistened in the low light from the hallway. “Mom…”She cupped my face, thumb stroking my cheek. “I was just going through the motions. Work, bills, loneliness. Then you opened up to me, and everything changed. Thank you.” Her voice cracked slightly. “Thank you for trusting me. For letting me in. For making us into this.”Tears pricked my eyes. I kissed her deeply, slow and loving, o
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