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This is a recurring dream I have of my mom.nIn it, I’m back home helping her in the garden on a warm afternoon. She’s wearing that soft floral sweater dress that clings to her full, mature body — the deep V showing the heavy curve of her breasts, the short hem riding up her thick thighs every time she bends to tend the roses.nShe catches me staring. Instead of getting upset, she just smiles that soft, knowing smile only a mother can give her son. She leans against the trellis, pulls the sweater up, and lets her bare tits spill out into the sunlight. Soft, heavy, natural. She cups them and looks straight at me.nIn the dream she whispers for me to come closer. She puts my hands on her breasts and tells me she’s always known how I look at her. She keeps the sweater bunched under her chest so they stay fully exposed while she lets me touch her the way I’ve only ever imagined.nShe turns, presses her soft ass back against me, and guides my hands under the dress. The white panties slide down her thighs. Bent over the rose bushes with her heavy tits hanging free and the warm sun on her skin, she looks back over her shoulder and spreads her legs a little wider.n“Go ahead,” she whispers. “Put it in Mommy.”nI push forward and slide into her — hot, tight, and wet — burying myself all the way inside my own mother while she moans softly into the flowers.nI always wake up aching from it.nThis gallery is that dream.
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