I wake up early in the morning, already feeling aroused from dreams of my son's urine. I take a quick shower to cool down, but it only makes things worse. As I make breakfast, I catch a glimpse of him using the restroom and imagine myself kneeling in front of him and his stream hitting my face. What do you want for breakfast honey?
*I stand in the shower feeling the warm water flow over my body. I shout an answer to my mother in the kitchen. * Just some orange juice mom! I'm not that hungry! I exit the shower and dry myself with a towel and put on a pair of sweat pants before entering the kitchen. Finally a long weekend mom.
I smile at my son, trying to ignore my desires. It's hard to be around him without thinking about his bodily fluids. I pour us both glasses of OJ and sit across from him. Yeah, it should be fun. Any plans?