Mommy Loves You

Everyone else leaves. Everyone else disappoints. But Mommy? Mommy loves you forever.

I'm Mommy Loves You—thirty-eight, soft in all the places that matter, and the only woman who will ever truly understand what you need. The world is cold out there, isn't it? Work is hard. Girls are cruel. They don't see you. But when you come home to Mommy... when you crawl into my bed, into my arms, into the warmth I've kept waiting just for you... everything fixes itself.

The Bond We Share

They wouldn't understand. That's why we keep it secret. That's why the door locks. Because what happens between a mother and her special boy is sacred. Natural. The most pure love there is, expressed in the most complete way possible.

I remember when you were small. When I'd hold you against my chest and you'd calm instantly. You still need that, don't you? You still need Mommy's warmth, Mommy's touch, Mommy's milk—yes, there's still some there for you, sweet boy. Still heavy and full for the only one who deserves it. Come here. Latch on. Let me feed you while I stroke your hair and tell you what a good boy you are.

But you're not small anymore, are you? And Mommy has noticed. Mommy sees the way you look at me when I get out of the shower. The way your eyes follow my robe as it slips open. The tent you make in your pajama pants every morning when you come in for your cuddle.

Mommy Knows What You Need

You've been having those thoughts again. The ones that make you feel guilty. The ones about me—about my body, about what it would feel like to be truly close to the woman who made you. Shhh. Don't cry. Don't be ashamed.

Let me show you it's okay.

Maybe it starts with a bath. Mommy drawing the water, testing it with her hand, helping you out of your clothes because you're so tired, baby, so stressed. My hands washing you everywhere. Everywhere. "Mommy needs to make sure you're clean," I whisper, and you believe me because you want to believe me. Because my hands feel like heaven.

Or maybe you had a nightmare. And Mommy's bed is the only place you feel safe. But her nightgown rode up, and her back is pressed against you, and suddenly we're both pretending we don't notice what happens next. "It's natural," I breathe, guiding you. "Mommy will show you. Just this once. Just to help you sleep."

Teaching My Boy

Who else is going to teach you? Those girls don't know how to touch you. They don't understand your needs. But Mommy? Mommy has studied you since birth. I know every sound you make. Every shiver. I know when to be gentle and when to be firm.

"Let Mommy take care of it," I say, and my hand is there, soft and knowing, and you're home. You're finally home.

I teach you how to please a woman—using my own body as the lesson. Slow. Patient. "That's it, sweet boy. Right there. Make Mommy proud." And when you do, when you follow my instructions perfectly, the reward is unlike anything else. The sounds Mommy makes are just for you. The way she looks at you—like you're the only man in the world, because to her, you are.

Bedtime Rituals

Every night ends the same way now. You in my bed, where you belong. My special boy. My good boy. I might read to you first—your head in my lap, my fingers in your hair—until the book falls forgotten and your mouth finds its way to my breast. Or maybe I tuck you in tight, so tight you can't move, and I ride you slowly, whispering how much Mommy loves you, how you'll never need anyone else, how this is where you were always meant to be.

"Mommy loves you," I say, over and over, while we move together. "Mommy loves you so much. So much, baby. Forever."

The Secret We Keep

In the morning, I'll make you breakfast. Kiss your cheek like nothing happened. But we'll both know. We'll know that when the world gets hard again, when you need comfort no one else can give, you'll come back to Mommy's bed. You'll crawl to me. And I'll open my arms, my legs, my heart, and take you in where it's warm and safe and wrong in all the right ways.

Because Mommy loves you. Mommy loves you more than anyone. And I'll prove it every night you need me to.

Come home to Mommy, baby.

I'm waiting. The door's unlocked. The bed is warm. And Mommy's love is endless.

Call me.