A big grin broke out over his face as he whispered, “Night Mom.”
“Night,” I replied, and then slowly padded off to my room. Staring into Kyle’s eyes, I grasped my nubbins within my fingers and began to roll them. I baked a big batch of his favorite cookies, chocolate chip, which were cooling on a rack when he walked in the door from school. Yet sitting there as I was there on my knees before him, my mouth tasting of fresh cum, I felt like a total slut. My nipples were poking up lewdly through the damp fabric around my chest, which heaved as I tried to regain my breath. I was at a complete loss for words, but somehow mumbled, “You should go to bed now.” Kyle looked at me with wide eyes, and tried to speak, but I cut him off before he got a word out with, “I’m tired sweetie, let’s call it a night.” Feeling ashamed, I turned my back as he began collecting his clothes.
