This is a work of fiction, a fantasy. Author and all characters are over 18. My stories are intended for an adult audience and may contain offensive themes such as incest, dubcon and pet names.
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My Dear Son,
I have to write about our “interaction” today. I can’t stop thinking about it.
I saw you working out in the garden. Seeing you without your t-shirt on in the summer heat had me all hot and bothered. The sweat dripping down your body is somewhat symbolic how wet my pussy was at the time. Even through my tight shorts, I felt an obvious dampness. My breathing was already heavy and quick and the only thing that I can think about is… is that I have to do *something* this time.
I changed out of my clothes and into my plain red bikini. I chose it because it’s a little too small, especially the bikini top. Whenever I walked in it, the jiggle of my boobs often caused my nipples to slip out. The bikini bottoms were also quite tight. If you were to look closely, you could see the outline of my labia and I loved how they curved around my firm, round ass.