I love you, son. I miss you every second when you leave this weekend. I know you’ll have fun this weekend, but I’ll be so bored here at home with your father. He’s like a roommate, a ghost, the lingering reminder that the one sharing my bed should be you. I know how you get car sick, but mommy’s special medicine can take care of that. My pussy is throbbing just looking at you, but we’ll never be able to fuck and get cleaned up before your father gets home to see you off. If I can’t have your load dripping down my leg, I’ll settle for spreading my pretty pussy and tight little asshole so that you can get off and rest the whole way. Quick son, pull your pants down and start stroking, we don’t have long.
