You're Growing

The first light filtered through the blinds, casting stripes across our sheets. I stirred, my body instinctively curling around your warmth, and that’s when I felt it. A firm, insistent pressure against my thigh. My sweetheart was already hard for me. A smile touched my lips, some habits are just too precious to break. My hand drifted down, fingers wrapping around you, stroking you slowly, gently, just like I’ve done since the beginning. Guiding your head to my breast, "Here you go sweetie." You suckled softly, but I could feel your hunger shifting. Your eyes met mine, full of a familiar, needy question. You wanted to taste me again, to practice with that clever tongue of yours. Who was I to deny my eager student? I threw the blanket aside, revealing my swollen, needy pussy, those big lips already glistening for you. You didn't hesitate, your tongue sliding through my slick folds, tasting me. I moaned, arching my back, and hooked my thumbs onto my lips, spreading my pussy wide open for you. "Get deep honey, taste all of me," I urged. Your tongue plunged inside, and then I felt it, the timid, exploring tip of your little finger sliding into my soaked hole, feeling just how wet you make me. That was all the invitation your cock needed. It pushed past my swollen lips, and I gasped as my creamy wetness gushed all over you, drenching your shaft. You fucked me with a steady rhythm, the good boy I taught you to be, holding back your climax like a champion. And when I cried out, my body clamping down on you, you buried yourself balls deep, pumping your cum deep inside my hungry maternal cunt, just like I always taught you.