Just Because You’re A Single Mom Doesn’t Mean The Sexy Stops

It’s my time to let go of my busy life. I go to the bar, smile, laugh, drink, and I flirt. And I let my sexy momma shine.

So I go home with someone. He bends me over and pulls my hair. And he lifts up my skirt and fucks me on the table just how I’ve been longing for throughout the past four weeks.

He touches every part of my body with his hands and mouth until I’m screaming and begging for his throbbing dick. And he can make me moan, beg, and make my toes curl.

When we finish, I go home. If he’s lucky, I’ll see him again next month.

My kids come home. I put on an apron, bake cookies, and go back to my life as normal.

What I do when my kids are gone helps me be the good mother that I am. Until next month, I am a sexy, single mother longing for her next fling.