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Dominic’s dad left us on Monday. He isn’t my husband, but he was the one who, fifteen years ago, knocked me up after a college party - the one who swore he would always be there to look after both of us, even if we didn’t get married. And I guess for fifteen years he has done just that, so I can’t really complain too much. He was also a very good fuck, nice big hard dick and always ready for me when I needed him, which was pretty often, since I can’t get enough sex, ever.

And now he’s gone. Just left a note and that was it. “Sorry, baby, but the time has come ….. “ and words like that. I phoned my best friend, Janet, and she told me that she knew he’d been playing away with a slut from the next street -why didn’t I know?

So two days gone and I’m starting to get horny. I was having my period when he left, but now I’m in the clear and need cock desperately. Dominic came home from school ten minutes ago, looking just like his Dad, tall and handsome. My heart stopped and my pussy went wet at the sight of him … but dare I … dare I?

Last night I happened to pass his door late at night and his light was on, door slightly open. I looked in to say goodnight and he was asleep. It was a hot night so he wasn’t under the bedclothes - and there he was - completely naked! I could see his dick, lying flat but still impressive - he is like his Dad, no doubt about that. I just stood there admiring it, my hand up my nightdress feeling the wetness of my pussy. I stood there, and masturbated, my fingers going faster and faster, my breathing loud in the stillness of the night. When I came it was with a drawn-out sigh which seemed so loud, and made him stir.

I left him there, going back to my lonely bed. In my bedside drawer was my dildo, but I left it there, just remembering, as I went to sleep, the loveliness of my son and his penis. When I woke in the morning I felt sticky down there and it all came back to me.

And now he’s home … in his room … my pussy is on fire … and I know what I shall do now … but I’m ovulating, and if I let him fuck me he may well get me pregnant. And even if I don’t this time, I know me. I know that I shall never let it just be the one time - once I’ve had his dick up me, filling me with his wonderful seed, I shall want it again and again and again.

Dominic, darling, Mom’s coming …