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“Mommy?” My son, Danny, stands in the doorway of my room wearing only a big t-shirt and briefs.
“Yes, baby?” I feign ignorance, though I suspect I know why he’s here—the front of his briefs are tented straight out with an erection.
“My peepee feels funny.” He pushes it down with his hand but it springs back up.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I hold my arms out to him. “Come here, baby.” I knew this day would come, and I can't lie, I’m excited. “Tell mommy about it?”
Bookmarked by LetsTalkDirty
27 Aug 2025
