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Hi.

Can everyone see me?

Hear me okay?

God, these Zoom meetings, they just... They never get easier, am I right?

Oh, God, I just... I forget. I need to look here.

Yes.

Well...

Hi, I'm Sloane.

Thank you for giving me the

opportunity to be here. And like many of you, I didn't

really expect to find myself in this dark, twisted,

forbidden corner.

Of the internet.

But here we are.

Support group.

For mothers.

Sounds normal enough.

Right?

And that's.

That's really the truth. I was normal.

At one time.

I think we all were, right?

Just moms doing our best.

Staying at home.

Our entire purpose.

Raising our sons to be good men.

I was busy cooking and cleaning and

laundry.

Every day was the same.

And I guess it was inevitable.

My husband, well, him and I had been rocky for years.

I'm sure you understand.

And having to raise a son.

Sons need their mothers.

Their mommy's full attention at all times.

I guess dads just don't understand.

Anyway, I guess the lack of attention that

made me realize what I had in

front of me.

My boy, my son, they

really do grow up in a blink of an eye.

All of a sudden, he was a young man,

but a man nonetheless,

taking him to and from practice.

Game after game.

Sport after sport. I mean, it's never ending, right?

And I noticed I was different.

Pretty quickly.

You know, I don't know. It seemed like I wasn't like all the other mothers.

Watching their sons practice.

No, I found myself intrigued,

distracted.

Instead of encouraging him and cheering him on, I started noticing

his big dick swinging

back and forth.

They'd run and jump and I couldn't help it.

How do people expect us to act?

I mean, we give them everything, right?

All of the love that I've ever been capable of.

It's for my son.

It's for my boy.

I guess you could say that I didn't realize

how handsome he had become.

So grown up, strong and sturdy.

Innocent.

Unaware.

Of the power.

That he has over me.

He would come downstairs.

The morning would.

Poor thing.

Basically. Roll out of bed.

His hair all scruffy.

He probably didn't even notice.

How rock hard.

He was from the night before.

Running down the steps.

Of course.

I had breakfast ready.

And I.

Lean against the counter And watch

Watch as he stood

Drinking milk straight out of the carton

Some of it dribbling down his chin

His boner, nearly throbbing, pulsing,

straining against his boxers.

Of course, I wouldn't let him actually catch

me staring at him.

I'm a good mother.

And, well, I needed to do what was right.

And imagine if he found out that his own mom was checking him out.

His own mom.

Trying to peek.

Peek through the hole in his boxers.

The opening.

Seeing glimpses.

It was cock flesh.

I started experimenting.

I mean, it was just for fun,

you know.

A woman likes to feel good, and... Well, if she looks good, she feels good,

right?

I started dressing... Well, a little bit...

More sexy.

Not even really sexy, just revealing.

Leaning over.

Kitchen counter.

Looking into his eyes.

Staring at his mouth.

Okay, fine.

Since it's just mothers here, I

admit it.

I started acting more provocative, hoping that he would notice,

hoping that maybe he would find me attractive.

After all, they are boys.

They are men.

One track mind.

All my feelings, they grew.

Quickly.

At an alarming rate.

What was I to do?

I didn't realize that night.

The night that changed everything.

I had no idea.

What would happen if I told him to stay up late with me

while his dad went up to bed?

It was dark in the living room.

I was leaning, leaning against the

couch, sprawled out.

glass of wine.

Take the edge off.

I just wanted to be close.

I just wanted to bond.

I just wanted to feel seen.

I went to a dress.

Not fun.

I noticed.

The outline of his massive cock.

There's gray sweatpants.

The outline of it.

Another glass of wine.

Should I have done it?

Should I have let myself get to that point?

The point where I knew he wasn't going to be able to hold back.

And a little closer, I got my

hand in his lap.

The movie playing.

But I knew that none of us were watching.

We were hyper -focused.

On each other.

Another glass.

I was tipsy.

And he knew it.

And that's when he did it.

He put his hand on top of my hand.

Guided me towards his crotch.

That's when I felt him.

getting heavy faster and faster as

he used my hand to jerk

over his sweatpants.

I didn't even realize what was happening.

All he could do was feel.

Feel the connection.

The desire.

The lust.

The love.

That he has for his mommy.

For his mother.

For his mom.

and faster he went.

Using my hand to jerk himself off.

And I was masturbating my son.

Feeling how massive his penis was growing.

quick when it happened.

The way that his cum shot out.

Mommy milked him.

Just like he used to milk Mommy.

God, this poor thing.

Cumming in your pants.

In front of your own mother.

Well, that's not ideal.

He looked at me.

And I could see the embarrassment in his face.

He bolts upstairs.

And I'm left there.

My heart beating out of my chest.

Feeling so much desire.

Feeling so much love.

It had been so long.

I went upstairs.

Sat next to him on his bed.

What a sweet boy.

I told him.

That it's okay.

That it's normal.

For this to happen.

That he's... He's a man.

And boys... Well... They need this.

This release.

And... What better way than for it to come from...

His own mommy.

I reassured him.

Ran my fingers through his hair.

Bent down before him.

Got on my mommy knees.

Came up.

Quietest blowjob.

Straining my mouth.

over his thickness barely able

to take him completely into my mouth that's how big he is and it reminded me

him jumping around during practice seeing his cock

swing back and forth so freely

Heavy with milk.

Heavy with cum.

Cum for his mother.

With my lips wrapped around his cock, he came

into my mouth.

And I swallowed every last drop.

that creamy cum.

The cum of a real man.

The cum of a young man.

Ready for his purpose.

I tasted it.

I leaned up.

As soon as I finished, savoring the flavor

of his young, calm,

manly calm.

I said, sweetie, you taste so yummy.

You taste so yummy for mommy.

It's okay.

It all seems...

different and scary, but I reassured him that I know plenty of

mothers on the internet who would do just the same.

Who do even more when given the chance.

Money laid his head on my chest that night.

Just like I used to.

And even though I had a grown man in my arms, I

felt him.

I felt him as he was before.

I felt him for who he really is.

A boy.

A boy who needs his mommy.

A boy who was made for his mother's attention.

And from that moment on, well, I guess you could say we've been inseparable.

I haven't been able to take my eyes off of him.

It's so obvious now.

We have to hide from my husband.

You know what that's like?

Having to hide your desire for your own son from the man you married.

Ghost of a man.

A man who doesn't look at you the way that a son looks at his mother.

We've been inseparable.

Blowjobs.

Well, they're a daily occurrence now.

And look, I know it's frowned upon, but it's what the boy needs.

How else do you expect him to focus?

I mean, I'm sure you understand having your sons around.

They're young men.

These are formative years.

They need to be able to focus in school and study hard for their exams.

They need their mothers to come to their aid.

That's exactly what I do every morning.

A blowy.

Every night, another blowy.

Before a big test.

Before the big game.

Before practice, after practice, you'd be surprised how much energy they're

actually left with.

I mean, boys' bodies are so different, you know, biologically.

They're wired to produce, to engage,

to be aggressive.

And all of that adrenaline running through his veins.

I use it to my advantage.

And I always, always swallow.

Because that's the beauty of being a mother, isn't it?

Having your son's cock in your mouth.

The cock that you made.

That's why you're here.

To be my boy.

To take care of your mother.

Just like mommy takes care of you.

I'll be honest.

We... We are rather naughty.

And of course he can't help himself.

I mean, ever since we started having sex...

wasn't ready to share that.

I guess it's a little too late now.

Only two to three times a week. I mean, he's huge.

Huge.

I mean, I thought my husband was big.

Oh no.

My son is massive.

God.

And me, I can barely take it.

Like it's sore.

I have to tell him, baby, honey, you have to realize I'm your mommy.

You have to be gentle with me. Be patient.

My pussy, my pussy can only do so much, baby.

That's what I tell him.

I say, remember, mommy's pussy made you.

Sometimes you have to go easy.

But mommy has other holes that are so useful for her son.

Of course, we only use condoms.

I can't risk a pregnancy.

No.

Anyway, now it seems like I'm bragging, right?

He can barely take his hands off me.

Every chance he gets, he tried to get me to touch his dick.

Oh, God.

He's getting very ballsy.

You know, I had forgotten the taste of a

young man's cum.

So much sweeter.

So much milkier.

than I was used to.

God, and it's just a never -ending supply.

Isn't it, ladies?

Oh, come on.

I can't be the only one whose son is just a walking cum machine.

God, he's so horny all the time.

I'll be cleaning, doing laundry, folding clothes, just going about my business.

And there he is.

Any chance that he can get.

Anyway... All this to

say... I'm falling in love with him.

Well, can you blame me?

I mean... What do you all think about this?

I can't be the only one in this position.

I can't possibly be the only mother who's desperately in love with her son.

I'm thinking of telling him that, well, maybe it's time for mommy to be

the only girl that he's with.

Maybe it's time for mommy to be his one and only.

thing, right?

Well, I'm eager to hear what you will have to say. I mean, oh,

yeah, honey.

It's him now.

Yeah, sweetie. No, go ahead. Come in.

I, mommy's just making a video. Yeah. I, I'm actually talking to

some of my friends, but we'll come in. What's wrong?

No, baby, of course mommy's available to you.

You're my boy.

You want to have sex?

Now?

Where's your dad?

Good.

He's gone.

Good.

Come here, baby.

Mommy's ready for you.

Yeah, come here, baby.

Here.

Look. Look how mommy's ready for you.

Do you have a condom?

Well, you know what that means.

No glove, no love, honey.

Unless you want to make a baby.

You've always wanted a little brother.

Well, come back, honey.

Come.

Here.

Come.

That's it.

Come to mommy.

Oh, hush.

Don't mind the camera.

When has that ever stopped you before?

Oh, shh.

I wasn't supposed to mention all the pornos that we have.

me sunny, I'm just like that, baby, oh, I feel so much, so much bigger without a

condom, what can I say, ladies?

Yeah, you are, baby.

Yeah, you are, baby.

Come inside, mommy. Come inside, mom.

Come inside, mommy. Come inside, mommy.