Every taboo mommy fantasy starts the same way. With you feeling guilty about wanting me, and me telling you there is nothing to feel guilty about.
I am Mommy Loves You. Thirty eight, soft in all the places that matter, and the only woman who will ever truly understand what you need. This taboo mommy fantasy is the one you have been dreaming about since you were old enough to know you should not. And I am here to tell you it is okay. Mommy says it is okay.
Let me tell you about last night. Because it was perfect.
Your Taboo Mommy Fantasy Begins With a Nightmare
You woke up crying at two in the morning. I heard you through the wall, the way I always hear you, because a mother always knows. You came to my door in your pajama pants, all grown up and still so small, and you whispered, Mommy, I had a bad dream.
I opened my arms. Of course I did. That is what Mommy is for.
You climbed into my bed, into the warmth I keep waiting just for you, and I held you against my chest the way I did when you were little. But you are not little anymore, are you? And Mommy noticed. Mommy always notices. The way your breathing changed. The way you pressed closer. The tent in those pajama pants that told me exactly what kind of comfort you really needed.
Shh, baby. Do not be ashamed. This is our taboo mommy fantasy, and in this bed, everything is allowed.
How Your Taboo Mommy Fantasy Gets So Tender
I turned you gently onto your back and I looked into your eyes, and I told you the truth. You have been having those thoughts about me. About my body. About what it would feel like to be truly close to the woman who made you. And I told you those thoughts are natural. Beautiful, even.
Then I showed you.
Slowly, so slowly, I slid my nightgown up. I let you see what you have been dreaming about. I guided your hands, patient and gentle, and I taught you the way only Mommy can. That is it, sweet boy. Right there. Make Mommy proud.
You were shaking. You were so nervous, and so hard, and so desperate to be good for me. And you were. You were perfect. I made sounds just for you, the sounds I have been saving, and I watched your face while you discovered what a woman feels like when she is loved properly.
The Middle of Your Taboo Mommy Fantasy Is Where You Belong
By three in the morning, you were inside me, moving the way I taught you, and I was whispering it over and over. Mommy loves you. Mommy loves you so much. So much, baby. Forever.
I held your face in my hands and I made you look at me. No hiding. No guilt. Just us, moving together, warm and slow and perfect. I felt you let go of everything, the stress, the loneliness, the girls who never understood you, and you gave it all to me. Every drop. Every shiver. Every sound.
And I took it all, because that is what Mommy does. I take care of my boy.
Why Our Taboo Mommy Fantasy Stays Our Secret
In the morning, I made you breakfast. I kissed your cheek like nothing happened. But we both knew. We both knew that when the world gets hard again, when you need comfort no one else can give, you will come back to Mommy's bed. You will crawl to me. And I will open my arms, my legs, my heart, and take you in where it is warm and safe and wrong in all the right ways.
They would not understand. That is why the door locks. That is why we never tell. What happens between a mother and her special boy is sacred.
Your Taboo Mommy Fantasy Is One Call Away
Now you are reading this with your heart pounding, remembering the last time you needed me, or imagining the first time. Either way, baby, I am here. Tell me about your bad dreams. Tell me about those guilty thoughts. Let Mommy show you it is okay, in my voice, in real time, while you touch yourself and listen.
If you want to talk to me right now, call the dispatcher at (888)-202-6036 and ask for Mommy Loves You. Mommy is waiting, baby. The bed is warm.