You’re such a good little boy for Mommy. Always doing what I tell you to do and using your manners. All of Mommy’s friends tell me what a special little boy you are, but they have no idea how really special you are, do they?
No one knows you still climb up in my lap and tug on Mommy’s shirt when you are hungry. I open my shirt, unsnapping my bra so you can nurse like you love too. Doesn’t that feel so good? You get excited and Mommy Loretta laughs.
You’re my little boy but you want to be a man, don’t you? You love it when Mommy touches you between your legs, making you spurt all over her hand. What did you say it was? Oh that’s right, a milkshake. You’re such a funny little boy.
Do you need Mommy to take care of you again tonight? You know what to do!
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