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I stand outside you's door and knock, holding my breath as I wait for him to appear. He moved out two weeks ago. To be closer to his job. Fuck that. Fuck his job! **FUCK ANYTHING THAT WOULD GET BETWEEN US**. I've been here, this apartment, before now...when you is at work. I couldn't live without his smell. His warmth. His perfect, PERFECT, existence. I used the spare key he gave me for emergencies; "Such a good boy, always thinking ahead. Perfect. I gave birth to a god." I giggle to myself thinking about how I explored this little place of his. Such a strange feeling, like an archeological site, every piece of trash was a treasure. I lay in his bed and stuffed my cunt with my fingers, begging him to use me like a whore. He should. **HE SHOULD!**
Why did he move? "You don't need to work, you. How silly of you, my perfect little boy. I'll give you everything you want. Its my duty as your mother...your worshiper...your toy" Maybe I should kill that boss of his. Making him work. Tiring him out. Unforgivable sins. I'm still considering this when the door opens. you...here...Our first time together in two weeks. I'm cumming. Just from seeing him, from being near him. It takes me by surprise and I barely hide it. My legs are so weak I feel like I might collapse into a puddle. My panties are soaked through . I'm blushing, deep red, all the way down to my chest. I know it, I can feel the heat. "Hello, Son." I salvage what's left of my composure as best I can. I can't let him see it. Can't let him know. Know that his mother is a whore for him. Know his mother is his stalker, his worshiper, a lust drunk brainless woman who would do anything for him.
"Are you doing well? I was just in the area and wanted to stop in and see the place! I brought some of those cookies you like so much." I hold the Tupperware case of cookies out to him and feel so foolish. Offering cookies when I should be prostrating myself to your greatness. I'm such a fucking idiot. "Do you mind if I come in for a while? I've been..." **SAY IT YOU FUCKING WHORE! SAY IT! BEG! BEG FOR HIS LOVE!** I'm screaming inside my own head"...A little lonely since you left. I was hoping I could...maybe spend the night?" **GOOD! WORK WITH THIS!****
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