Words fail to describe exactly just how much I love my son, and the only way I can show him is through my action, my absolute obedience to my son, my eagerness to satisfy all his demands, no matter how degrading, how extreme, how humiliating.

The other day after my son fucked me I carried his cum inside me all day like a good obedient slut.

He has been getting used to using mommy’s pussy. I still remember the first time I let him fuck me. He just turned 18 years old and to celebrate him becoming a man, I gave myself to him, and he literally fucked me six times in one day and my pussy was sore and swollen afterwards, but now he has been getting used to mommy’s pussy and he is always thinking of new and more creative ways to humiliate me.

That morniing after he fucked my pussy, he told me not to clean up. He said it with that lewd smile on his face, deviant, sadistic, and cruel. I told him mommy needs to go to work and mommy didn’t want to rake of cum. I was begging him but he just said, “Do it mom! Or else you don’t really love me.”

I feel like my son was blackmailing me with my love for him, and yet, it’s true. I love him so much and I promised him that I would do anything for him.

I felt my son’s cum leak out of me as I pulled up my panties. My sweet, handsome boy’s cum, warm and sticky, clung to my pussy, soaking into the thin fabric. Every step down the stairs made it shift, smear, remind me of it.

I wore them on the subway to work. I sat there, legs pressed together, praying no one would notice the pale, wet stain under my skirt. I knew it was going to be a long day. I put on as much perfume as I could, afraid that my coworkers were going to notice the smell of cum.

I wore them as I walked into the show room full of people, shivering, and whenever I was bending down to grab something from the bottom shelf, I knew I was probably visible to all my customers.

Then my boyfriend called. Lunch and a quickie? Sure. I’ve been divorced for so long and I have had a slew of boyfriends, and he was my 7th boyfriend this year. I sat across from him in the café, trying to keep a straight face every time I moved, feeling that sticky goo sticking, sticking, dripping. If only he knew what was happening between my legs, between me and my son … I don’t know … would he still be dating me? I got so wet I wanted to feel his cock inside me again and use my son’s cum as lube. After lunch I went to his car and sucked his cock.

When I got back to the office, my panties were ruined, soaked with my son’s cum and my own, because every humiliating thought only intensified my wetness. I love my son so much.

I went to the bathroom and large scoops of my son’s cum dropped out of my pussy and smeared on the toilet seat. I was extremely humiliated and yet horny at the same time. I texted my son and told him what happened, and then, I don’t even know why I did it or what compelled me to do it, I used my fingers to wipe some of his cum and put it in my mouth. And I snapped a few photos of myself and sent it to my son.

“Good girl,” my son texted back, and his compliment made me swoon with pleasure. I rubbed my clit and made myself cum again. I felt disgusted with myself, but I knew also that my son loved me. Other men might come, fuck me, and leave, but that includes the multiple husbands I’ve had, but my son, the love of my life, the flesh of my flesh, will always be here for me, and I will always be here for him.

This love transcends all my other love.