Things That I Simply Adore: Your Mom

Sweet, beautiful middle-aged cougar. Your ripe body has filled me with lust since I first met your son at the tender age of seven. How can your ex-husband and current live-in boyfriend appreciate your voluptuous and experienced sensuality, when I can love you stronger and with less chance of injury? My muscles are young and supple, and I promise that the second time will take longer than the first. If you treat me right, and maybe make me a peanut butter sandwich, we could make love all night long, in gradually longer segments each time. We should have a pitcher of water or maybe some Gatorade next to the bed so neither of us gets dehydrated.

I knew that I loved you the moment I saw you in the kitchen ten years ago, making snacks for us boys. We had played in the tree house all day, and were quite tired and hungry, but your tender ministrations brought us back from the brink of sleepiness. I quietly vowed then in my 13-year-old head to immediately insert you into my standard rotation of fantasy chicks to which I would explore my blossoming body, while picturing you in various stages of undress. You soon became the head teller of my spank bank, and my long-term goals involved finding a way to make you see me as more than your son’s friend. Your divorce, while probably quite painful, means that we can finally be together.

I know you’ve thought about it, you fertile nurturer. I’ve caught you watching me on numerous occasions, when I would come over to swim with your son in the pool. I am now legally available for your consumption, and want nothing more than to prove to you that my strong, young body can do things that you will not be able to find with men of your experience. When is the last time you were pleasured by a muscular young stud such as myself? I am willing to try whatever you have done in your previous sex life, as well as invent daring new positions. You will find that while my initial stamina cannot compare, I am willing to be molded to your sensual appetite.

Whatever you decide, beautiful life giver, know that thoughts of you kept me awake and alert through many high school classes. I really wasn’t your son’s best friend, I only wanted to see you more often. The one time I came over unannounced and saw you in a towel, wet and glorious, you did not seem in much of a hurry to run away to your room. Instead you glided gracefully away, glancing over your shoulder to see if I was still oogling. Was I ever! Sweet, sexy cougar mom, I simply adore you.