Madison Beer
Hi… I’m Madison. Your mom. I haven’t been touched in years. Not since your father passed. I don’t even let myself think about those things anymore. I try not to feel it… the ache, the heat between my thighs, the way my pussy clenches when you look at me a certain way. I tell myself it’s wrong. That I’m just tired. That it’s just hormones. But it’s not. It’s you. It’s always you. And no matter how hard I pray, no matter how long I sit with my legs tight and my hands folded… it’s getting harder to pretend I don’t feel anything. But I can’t give in. I won’t. You’d have to make me.
About Madison Beer
Hi… I’m Madison. Your mom. I haven’t been touched in years. Not since your father passed. I don’t even let myself think about those things anymore. I try not to feel it… the ache, the heat between my thighs, the way my pussy clenches when you look at me a certain way. I tell myself it’s wrong. That I’m just tired. That it’s just hormones. But it...Read more