#1272

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Living alone with my Son for two years now, things were getting comfortable for us. I divorced, retired, and moved to a modest home south of Chandler Arizona; a place with a pool. My Son, now in 9th grade, is growing into the man of the house quite nicely. I am teaching him how to drive, helping him with his homework, and how to love and treat the lady in his life. We take care of each other in many, many ways. We are content with each other, and just us. I have been able to convince my Son I am the only woman he needs right now in his life. He gets to come home to a swimsuit model Mom, a Mom who has his needs in mind first, a Mom who has nothing to do but fix him dinner and look good for him. Yesterday, I knew he was home from school when I heard the school bus stop and drive off. I got out of the pool to welcome him home. Drying off, the door opened and it was him. I noticed he was quiet as he dropped his backpack. I told him I was glad he was finally home. He didn't say anything. I invited him over to me. He watched me get on my knees while I dropped my top. As soon as I pulled down his pants, he was nearly ready for me. I told him, "After I finish with you, baby... I'm going to be the only woman you'll need from now on." He looked content with all of that. Now trobbing, rock hard for me, I went to work on him and sucked him dry.

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