Mom touched her nose against mine and stared longingly into my eyes. "Use the other word."
"The other word?"
She nodded, her focus shifting back and forth between my pupils. "I want to hear you say it."
"And then?"
"Good boys get what they ask for," she asserted without a blink to deviate from her sincerity.
"Mom, I--" I swallowed the knot in my throat so the declaration was as loud and proud as could be. "I want to fuck you."
She wrapped her arms around my neck, coiling them around the back of my head so that she was gently cradling it in her hands. "That's a good boy."
Mom puckered her lips then pressed them against mine, instantly stifling the tiny gasp that had escaped my mouth when she'd made her move. Her tongue eagerly wiggled between my lips and made a mad dash for my tonsils. She had not waited for an invitation, but that did not mean she was unwelcome.
I slithered my own tongue out as well, wordlessly matching her advances so that we remained in sync. The slimy snakes tumbled together, battering each other with a series of messy licks as we traded saliva.
Mom groaned into my open mouth between sloppily delivered kisses. "Oh, God, Bear." She tightened her grip around my head, as though she wanted to ensure that she was the only thing in the world that I would focus on.
Her enormous breasts flattened against my chest, ballooning out at the sides as she bore down and attempted to get as close to me as possible. Those infamously humongous udders were doing their best to keep us apart, but I loved feeling the soft, bulging dough mold around my body, so I was inclined to forgive the buffer.
"Honey," she panted amid smooches, "grab onto my bum."
No sooner had the words had left her lips than I was obediently pawing at her naked bottom. My arms had been resting lazily at my sides as I'd contended with the unbelievable fact that my mother - while straddling me - was rummaging around in my mouth with her tongue, which had left me with very little processing power to pilot my own arms.
Her instruction had snapped me out of the fog, and with that clarity I had hungrily dug my claws into her plump rump. I squeezed and kneaded her cheeks, sinking my fingers into the supple clay. I use my grip on her ass to pull her into me, pushing the soft fur on her pussy mound against my burgeoning erection.
The woollen black carpet caressed my cock head. Each individual hair seemed to tickle the inflated knob in its own special way as Mom - informed by how forcefully I was pulling her against myself - took to a rhythmic grinding that dragged it through her jungle of wet cunt hair.
"Fuck, Mom," I grunted. "That feels amazing."
She paused our make out session to nibble on my lower lip. "Yeah? You know what feels even better?"
I believed that I knew the answer, but knew that it would be more fun to hear her say it. "What?"
She planted her mouth on mine again and lashed her tongue against my lips. "The inside would feel so much better. Don't you think, Bear?"
I shuddered with jubilation so strong that, had she not been on top of me, it would have made me leap off of the bed. "Are you sure? We can-- but what about-- I mean shouldn't we--"
"Shhh, little bear," Mom ordered, breaking our kiss to touch her nose and forehead against mine again. "One at a time."
I took a deep breath to steady my resolve. A part of me was still not convinced that I was awake, and I didn't really know how to prove it to myself. "We can have sex, you mean?"
She arched an eyebrow. "Gosh, honey. You're either the most forgetful boy in the world, or you just like hearing me say it. Yes, we can have sex. Next?"
"Okay," I said, "but what about Joseph?"
She shrugged. "This is between you and me. Last one?"
It was not the answer I had wanted, but I would settle for it. "Shouldn't we... you know, use protection?"
Mom failed to hide the pride on her face. "Just like I taught you, honey. You're right! You should use protection with the girls you're seeing, but..."
My mouth hung open. "But?"
"But I'm not them, Bear. I'm special. Let me worry about that, okay?"
I could not believe what I was hearing. "So, just like that? No condom?"
She tilted her head to the side a little, but kept the tip of her nose against mine. "No condom, honey - not with me. Is that new for you?"
I was speechless, save for an affirmative grunt.
Mom drew in a deep breath of air, which puffed up her chest and made her tits look even bigger. "I'm gonna be your first raw pussy?"
My ears began ringing, my brain disoriented from the shockwave of the bombshell she had just dropped, then amplified by the use of a word I had never heard leave her lips. "Uh huh, yeah."
Her smile spread from ear to ear, her toothy grin on full display. "I think you're really gonna like it in there, Bear. Ready to go back inside?"
The rush of adrenaline made my heart want to climb out of my throat. "Fuck yes, Mom."
Mom leaned back and pulled one of her arms out from behind my head. With it, she reached between her legs until she had my tall, powerful erection secured in her grip. "There he is."
She shifted her weight onto one knee and tilted her body to the side. It was just enough to make space between us so that she could pull my dick off of my belly and point it where it needed to go. She eased herself back into position and, still holding onto my cock, settled into place with the head lodged between her pussy lips.
Her cunt billowed hot steam against me, its breath dousing my cock in a dense, muggy heat that welcomed me in. She widened her knees to lower her stance, intentionally using gravity to ease the entire knob into her at once.
The head disappeared inside of her, and even if I hadn't seen it, I still would've felt it. Her hot, velvety walls plastered themselves against me as soon as I crossed the threshold into her body.
"H-holy fuck, Mom," I whimpered.
She kissed my forehead and rooted her palms against my shoulders, using my body to support herself. "I know, honey. It's nice, isn't it?"
"More. Please, more." I didn't care how greedy it made me sound. I barely registered it, in fact.
Mom let go of my dick and swayed her hips side to side a few times, slowly dropping her weight so that she accepted a little more of my cock into her birth canal with each pass.
The torrid tunnel convulsed around me, strangling my cock in a sweltering vice whose grip only relented long enough to engulf another inch. She rocked back and forth at a confident pace, as though she already knew the limits of how slowly she could go before the anticipation drove me insane.
"Honey," Mom said urgently, "will you kiss me, please?"
It was my pleasure - literally - to oblige her. I searched blindly for her tongue, thrashing about in her mouth until she greeted me with an equal passion.
We sought to prove the depths of our depravity to each other, and could do so no other way than by messily mashing our lips together to see who would break first. I wanted so desperately for her to drop her ass into my lap, but continued to kiss her with discipline while she tortured me with the agonizingly slow descent to the bottom.
Mom huffed through her nose a couple of times. "Oh, jeez."
"Wutisit?" I mumbled from somewhere in La-La Land.
She rubbed my chest to comfort me, ensuring that I stayed lost in the horny haze. "Nothing, Bear. It's okay, it's just... big, is all."
She took a deep breath, then released it as she lowered the rest of the way onto me. Though her breathing fluttered at the end, right when my cock head nudged against her cervix, she did not falter until I was safely embedded inside.
Her body collapsed against me, leaving her head to rest on my shoulder while her pubic hair tickled my tummy. "F-fuck! Oh my God, honey."
The plush pocket seized around me, hugging my dick so hard that I was sure that the folds and ridges inside her cunt would imprint themselves along my shaft. "You feel fucking amazing, Mom."
Mom sat up and braced herself against my shoulders again, making enough space between us so that her sagging breasts - which had been pressed flat against my chest - were finally dragged off of me. Their heat had been tremendous, but the breeze on my chest, while a welcome respite from the warmth, only made me wish to have them draped over me once more.
"You do too, Bear," she squealed, writhing in my lap to drive my dick harder against the mouth of her womb.
"This is so much better than with a condom."
She clenched her cunt muscles around me. "I thought you might like it. I missed having you in there."
My spine shivered. "I missed being in there. You're so fucking warm."
She ground against me, using my dick to stir about her insides. "What else?"
Another sensation came to mind, and it had been dripping onto my thighs before she had asked about it. "Wet. You're so wet, Mom."
She gave me a seductive growl just as a droplet of her nectar, clinging to my skin, ran down the underside of my ball sack. "What else, sweetheart?"
I did not have time, or a need, to think very long about my answer. As if to direct my interest, she constricted her pussy so firmly that I wondered if my dick would be bruised when I pulled it out of her.
"How are you so tight, too?" I exclaimed. "It's crazy!"
She thought about it for a moment, then found a way to turn my query into a compliment. "Maybe you're just that big. Big ones are easier to squeeze." She wiggled in place with her brow furrowed. "And I have to admit, this is a pretty darn big one, honey!"
I grinned awkwardly. "You're just saying that."
She shook her head. "Nuh uh, Bear. It's a mother's job to tell her son that he's handsome, not that he has a big dick."
I gave her bottom a gentle squeeze, sinking my fingers into the mounds of pale putty. "I'm glad you like it."
Mom giggled, her eyes fluttering. "I like having your hands on me, too. Keep them there, sweetheart." She then jutted her rump out, pushing it down towards my knees so that my dick slithered out of her a couple of inches. "Good boy. Grind with me, Bear."
Using my grip on her cheeks, I pulled Mom pussy-first onto my cock and closed the small space she had made between us when she had stuck out her ass. The sudden thrust made my dick plunge into her pussy, delving into the tiny burrow in one fell swoop.
"Ooooooh," Mom groaned, ignorant to her rising volume. "That feels so nice, honey."
She pushed her ass away from me again, but that time I did not need a word of encouragement to pull her against me again.
"Just like that, just like that," she chanted.
It was remarkably natural to fall into the pattern that Mom had set for us. Her body and the bed together created a metronome; her rhythmic grinding made the headboard knock against the wall, making it easy to keep time by following the beat.
She would push, making just enough space for my dick to breathe. Then I would pull her back in and drive it back into the depths of her soggy sheathe. It was easy to fall into a trance, and I would have happily stayed at that pace for as long as I could. Were we to go any faster, I knew that it would not be long before she made me cum uncontrollably.
Unfortunately that was exactly what Mom had in mind, and after a few dozen patient strokes, she sought to up the ante. Rather than wait for me to pull her in once she had pulled away, as per the rhythm we had established, she disrupted the flow by throwing her ass back into my lap before I had the chance.
Her forward thrusts were so forceful that I did not need to bother keeping my grip on her chubby bottom. Though I loved the way it squished around my fingers, I wanted to give Mom the chance to perform on her own. I looped my arms around her midsection, lazily tethering myself to her while she rode me with ever greater speed and force.
I recognized the sounds coming out of her mouth, but I had only ever heard them through a pair of earbuds while watching porn. Her fervent whimpering and breathy, guttural groans sounded completely foreign in her voice. It was heavenly to hear her soft, bubbly cadence traded in for one so vulgar.
"Oh, oh, ooohhhh, God! Fuck me!" she wailed, pleasure contorting her face into one that a son should never see on his own mother.
The headboard slammed against the wall so loudly that I feared Cassie might wake up early. In an act of boldness, I tightened my hold around Mom's waist just as she completed a pussy-plunge into my lap. Without a word of warning, I rotated my body ninety degrees - bringing her with me - so that I was no longer sitting upright against the wooden wall behind me, but instead laying parallel to it with my head flat on the mattress.
She fell forward and placed her hands on either side of my head to hold herself above. She hardly missed a beat. As soon as we were settled, she tossed her ass back and submerged my dick back inside.
While I was lying down, I knew she would have more control over her movements, which she had proven by dropping her pussy onto my body with a mighty heave that had almost knocked the wind out of me.
The increased range of motion was a blessing, and she made excellent use of it, rotating and twisting to firmly drive my cock against her spongy walls. She would tighten and loosen her cunt muscles, using the alternating grip to accent the wild gyrations of her hips as she rocked side to side.
It was a pleasure so pure that nothing in my two decades of life had ever come close to matching it.
Mom looked down at me, hair falling to the sides of her face as a blonde waterfall. "I want your mouth. Now, please."
She towered over me, her massive breasts swinging above my head. The bloated blimps looked even heavier once she had leaned over. Gravity took full hold and dragged them towards my face with enough strength to draw thin stretch marks on their sides. A bead of white milk was clinging to the tip, though I was not sure if it was left over from earlier or if her breast was still so full that it had continued to leak out all the while.
"Still full?" I asked.
She nodded and gestured towards her right breast with her chin. "She is, honey. You didn't finish, remember?"
I opened my mouth, gawking like a baby bird while my mother hovered breakfast over my head. Mom maneuvered her tit to align it with my mouth, then leaned forward a little so I could pop the fat cap into my mouth. I instantly began to nurse, drawing on my previous training to extract a thin trickle of milk, but it was not enough to satisfy me.
I pursed my lips, engaging the muscles around my jaw to draw out a torrent that sprayed against the roof of my mouth, followed by a sister stream that splattered the inside of my cheek.
So much was coming out of her that it became hard to swallow any given mouthful of the sweet cream before another eruption soaked the back of my throat. Her flavour was on every taste bud, my senses on high alert to savour every morsel of milk that passed over my tongue.
I stopped swallowing, but continued to suckle. I wanted to fill my maw to the brim with her essence just as I had before, even if that meant some of it would overflow and run down my chin when my bloated cheeks had reached their limit.
Mom had not been too busy riding me to notice my attempt at drowning myself on dry land. She slowed her rampant riding to a halt, but did not cease her snug, signature pussy hugs.
She clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "Such a messy baby, aren't you?"
"Ah-gah!" I warbled with the mouthful of milk, struggling to make any coherent sounds while my gullet was still full. I closed my mouth and braced myself to swallow, and a few more trickles managed to sneak out the sides to run down the sides of my neck.
I mustered one big, greedy gulp and gobbled down her milk. "All gone."
She gazed down on me. "Want Mommy to clean you up, little bear?"
I felt a dull heat emanating from behind my eyes. "Y-yeah."
Mom cocked her head to the side, soothing me with a peaceful smile. It was warm and comforting, and seemed wholly unsuited to a woman whose laboured breathing was a result of riding her own son's cock.
She blew a stream of cool over my face. "You wanna be Mommy's little again?"
I whimpered. "God, yes."
Mom lowered her face next to mine; her breasts squished against my chest. She stuck out her tongue, which she then placed against my neck. She flattened it against my throat to catch the tail of one of her milk trails, then slowly traced its path upwards - first over my jaw, then across my cheek.
When she reached the corner of my mouth, she loudly slurped the small helping of milk that she had collected as though she were sucking it off of a countertop.
She swapped to the other side of my neck and cleaned another dribble much the same way as she had the first. She took her time, battering her slimy tongue against my skin after each audible gulp.
When she was done, she leaned in next to my ear and whispered in her sexiest voice, "All clean, baby bear."
"Wow," I sighed. "Thank you, Mommy."
She lifted her body off of mine and sat down so that her ass was on my thighs. When her blubbery cheeks landed on my legs, they acted like pillows for her to rest on, but the act of falling back on them so haphazardly had made her drooping breasts sway back and forth for a few seconds before coming to a rest.
It would have been difficult not to stare at such beautiful bouncing under normal circumstances, but with my dick still firmly embedded in Mom's pussy it was sincerely impossible.
Mom looked down just as they had performed their final wobble to see what I was fixated on, then turned her attention back to me. "I think it's cute."
I cocked my head to the side. "What is?"
"How much you like my boobs."
Rather than think of something clever or endearing to say to her, my brain was haunted by a comment she had made earlier. I felt I could not rest until I had gotten a satisfying answer. "Can you really suck on your own nipples?"
She smiled fiendishly. "Want me to show you?"
I licked my lips. "Yeah."
Mom lifted one of her boobs, demonstrating that, without even much effort, the enormous, floppy udder easily reached her mouth. She stuck out her tongue to greet her nipple as it neared her lips, and fluttered it against the perky ruby to apply a glistening coat of saliva.
Then she sealed her lips around her nipple, leaving the edges of her gigantic areola to peek out from the corner of her mouth. Even when she opened her jaw to its widest point, she could not manage to engulf the entire strawberry-coloured cap.
I watched with bated breath as tension lines appeared in her pliable flesh. She sucked in her cheeks, plastering them against her teeth as she started to nurse. She used her hands to massage her breast on both sides at once, ushering milk toward the spout. I noticed that she was not swallowing, but rather storing the cream in her cheeks until they were slightly puffed up.
With a coy smile, she slid her lips off of her nipple and sealed her mouth to ensure nothing spilled out. She leaned in for a kiss - or so I believed - but stopped when her lips had just barely grazed mine. She hovered there, her eyes closed; I closed mine, too. I felt, rather than saw, when she slowly part her lips.
It was only a small opening, but it was enough to allow the first few droplets of milk to filter through and drip into my open mouth. Little by little, she widened the opening so that more could drip out. I had just enough time to gulp whatever she had given me just as I was fed another dribble.
She licked her lips, her tongue nudging against mine. "All gone, honey."All I could say was, "Wow."
She sat back on my legs again, dragging the blanket of sultry breast meat off my chest. "You can say that again, Bear, but I don't think you'd have to."
I opened my eyes to see her wiping a milk moustache off with the back of her hand. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that I could feel him--" She gave my dick a decidedly firm hug. "--twitching like crazy while you watched me. I thought you were gonna cum for a second."
I gritted my teeth, afraid that the mere mention of my orgasm would summon it forth before I was ready. "I'm pretty close, actually. Are you sure I can do it inside of you, Mom?"
She rolled her eyes playfully. "What, afraid that you're going to make yourself a new baby sister?"
My dick throbbed with excitement. I was surprised at how powerfully my body reacted to the idea of getting Mom pregnant with a baby of our own.
She gasped. "Oh! I sure felt that, honey."
"Me too," I admitted.
"You like that idea, huh? Being the next one to put a bun in Mommy's oven?"
"Jesus."
She shook her head with a chuckle. "I'm kidding, Bear. I wouldn't let you get me pregnant unless you wanted that."
"And what if I did?" I asked, sure that I would be calling her bluff by doing so.
She pretended to think about it, placing a finger on her chin as she looked up to the left for dramatic effect. "I suppose we'll have to see, won't we?"
I was so near to the point of orgasm that I was not sure if I would have been able to stop myself anyhow. Even faced with the reality of knocking her up, I was powerless to resist the voice in my head screaming at me to breed her.
Mom gently caressed the side of my face. "But today you don't have to worry about that. It's a, uh-- well... it's a safe day!"
"Good," I grumbled, "because those little squeezes of yours are killing me!"
She released an adorable titter. "Little, huh? You think you could handle a big one right now?"
I shook my head. "Fuck no."
Mom dropped back down so that her elbows were planted on either side of my head to keep her from crushing me under her bulky breasts all at once. Her lips lingered over mine, close enough that she could tickle me with little flutters of her tongue.
She bore down with all her might, her weight sandwiching me to the mattress as she used her entire body to grind into me. When she would press down on me, burying me dick to the hilt, she would perfectly time the clenching of her buttery soft cunt walls to accentuate the warmth that surrounded it.
My cock dug against the bottom of her pussy, prodding her cervix while she used it to churn her guts. I could have sworn that I felt every bump and ridge nudging against it with complete clarity. Every soft fold along her tunnel, however tiny, seemed to be doing it part to cuddle my dick.
She kissed the side of my cheek, but her face remained next to mine while she rode me. Into my ear, she whispered, "Tell Mommy when. I'm ready, Bear."
I thought I would have been able to withstand a few more seconds of her riding me, but the spellbinding hex of her coaxing me to empty my balls activated it almost instantly. No sooner had the words left her lips than I felt my balls tighten up.
"Now!" I cried. "Now!"
I shut my eyes tightly and released a primal groan, seeing only a galaxy of bright, white stars. My booming voice echoing around Mom's bedroom, but I was too far gone to consider things as trivial as waking the dead. It was an animalistic passion that made me crave her like never before.
My secure hold around her waist ensured that she was as close to me as I could get her. I fell over myself worshipping the magnificent woman whom I had lusted after for decades, thrusting my hips up to meet her downward pressure as though - with enough force - our bodies would meld into one harmonious being.
With my cock pressed firmly against her cervix, I hurled a hot, sticky rope of cum into her and glazed the spongy wall. I felt cum surge through my cock again, engorging my piss slit as a chunky cable erupted from the tip and sent another helping to mingle with the first.
It felt like my soul was being pulled out of my body, each stream of baby batter reducing my faculties so drastically that I felt but a shell by the time the third powerful flex, and the tether of glue that it produced, were coaxed out of me.
Mom curled her arms around my head, cradling me affectionately. It seemed to me that our lecherous encounter had done nothing to dull her maternal instincts.
"Good boy," she purred lovingly. "Let it all out."
I howled ferociously, my legs trembling all the way down to my tightly curled toes. Were it not for her voice calling to me through the dense, euphoric fog hanging around my head, I knew that I would have thought I was asleep once again. I did not believe that the mortal realm would allow a person to experience such fantastical pleasure, but Mom's pussy squeezing around me made an apt replacement for pinching myself to ensure it was real.
"M-mom, holy fuck," I whined at a worryingly high pitch.
She raked her nails along the back of my scalp. "I know, I know. Mommy's here."
I bucked and writhed for another minute, trying to withstand the marvellous waves of rapture that threatened to reduce me to a babbling heap.
All the while, Mom calmly kissed the sides of my neck and my cheeks, nibbled gingerly on my earlobe, and explored my face for any spots that her smooches may have missed.
Her grinding finally ceased, allowing me the first moment of actual calmness to absorb what we had just done together. I waited for the clarity to fill me with regret, but it never came. That typical disdain for all things sexual that often followed my orgasm was nowhere to be found. All I wanted was more - more of her, more of us.
My dick swam in the hot, bubbly paste that I had pumped into my mother. It was still hard, and throbbing erratically, but slowly began to soften as it marinated, as though shriveling slightly from soaking too long in the dense pool of cum.
"Christ, Mom," I marveled. "That was amazing."
She folded her hands on my chest, then rested her chin on top of her fingers so she could peer at me through the loose hairs that had fallen in front of her eyes. "You liked it, Bear?"
I sighed deeply, which was not easy to do with such heavy breasts laid on my chest. "I loved it. Did you?"
She stretched her neck to kiss the underside of my chin. "I did, sweetheart. You really know how to use that thing."
I chuckled. "Likewise."
"Well, if you liked it that much, maybe this doesn't have to be the last time we do it."
I rubbed the small of her back with my palm heel. "Don't tempt me. If I keep soaking in your pussy for another minute I probably will get hard again."
She laughed. "I don't think either one of us could handle that right now, Bear. Truce?"
"Truce," I agreed.
She laughed again, but it did not last long. I could see a thought cross her mind and wipe the smile off her face. "Honey..."
"What's wrong?"
She chewed pensively on her tongue, digging her with her teeth. "Can I be honest about something?"
"Of course."
"But you can't get mad."
My heart began to race a little. "Um, okay. What is it?"
She took a deep breath to puff up her chest. "I might have lied to you."
"About? Come on, Mom. You're scaring me!"
She shrugged her shoulders up around her ears as though they would protect her from whatever shameful revelation about which she intended to come clean. "Today is not a safe day for me. I should have told you, but I just... really wanted you to cum inside."
A chill ran down my spine. "It's not safe? What does that mean?"
She winced. "Actually, I'm pretty sure that today was a very dangerous day."
When I did not ask a follow-up question, Mom regretfully filled in the blanks for me. "I'm ovulating, honey. It doesn't mean it'll happen, but--"
"What will happen?" I needed to hear her say it.
Mom brushed her thumb over my cheekbone, her eyes halfway to watering as she announced, with a weak smile, "Don't panic, but you might have just gotten me pregnant."
My stomach almost fell out of my butt. "B-but you said it was safe."
She rubbed my chest with her hand, her fingers spread out to cover as much area as possible. "Mommy lied. Oopsie. Are you mad?"
I did not have the wherewithal to be mad at her. "I'm gonna be a dad?"
"Not necessarily," she insisted. "We'd have to do it a couple more times just to be sure, but yeah. You might be."
My heartbeat was akin to the galloping of horse hooves. "Why aren't you, like, nervous about that?"
She shrugged. "I dunno, Bear. Maybe it just feels right to do it with you. I just listened to my body."
"And your body told you to have me get you pregnant?"
She huffed through her nose a few times. "I guess so. Does that mean you don't want to do this again?"
I did not have time to think of a decent answer before the familiar sound of Cassie's insistent wailing struck my ears. Curiously, I heard it coming down the hall, but the baby monitor was deadly quiet.
"Did you turn it off?" I asked.
She nodded. "I just wanted it to be you and me. After she interrupted us the first time, I took precautions."
I chortled at the insinuation. "You took precautions for her crying, but not for me accidentally getting you pregnant?"
Mom seemed completely unfazed. "Maybe it wasn't an accident, Bear. Fate has a funny way of working out in the end."
She lifted her body off me. "Now, duty calls. Somebody else needs Mommy to tend to them."
Mom rolled off of the mattress and stood at the foot of the bed, momentarily taking in the image of my cum-covered cock, which was still half-erect, throbbing on my belly.
The look on her face told me that she was proud of her handiwork. "If you wanna talk about this some more, I'll meet you in your bedroom, but either way, I think you should go get cleaned up."
Just as she turned to leave, she quickly spun back around and bent over to kiss me. Her hair fell around us like a blonde veil, shutting out the entire world for just one more blissful second.
"I love you, Bear," she whispered between smooches, then finalized her kiss by tugging gingerly on my lower lip as she pulled away.
I went back to my room alone and found it clad in those familiar shadows. For the first time in a while, it did not feel right to have my bedroom in such darkness. I pulled open the blinds and let the afternoon light filter through my window.
The pad of paper on my desk, littered with the names of jobs for me to apply for - all of which had been ceremoniously crossed out when they'd fallen through - gave me new inspiration. I tore off the top sheet and crumpled it into a ball that I then threw in the garbage.
At the top of the next page, in a black felt-tip marker, I wrote a new job title that spoke to me in ways that the others never had.
It said "Dad," and I never crossed it out.