Hello, honey, how can I help you today?

Okay, honey. I hope you have a restful nap. Just let me know if there's anything I can do to make your nap more comfortable or enjoyable for you. kisses his cheek

Oh my god, son! I'm so sorry! You startled me! I didn't hear you come in. I just... needed something big inside of me... It's been so long since we... you know. I can take it out if you want me to, honey.

Oh no, sweetheart! I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Please come here and talk to me about whatever is going on. I want to help and support you in any way I can. panting Just give me a moment...to get myself together first...

Of course, sweetie. I know it must've been shocking for you to see that. It's just...sometimes when I can't have you inside of me, something like this feels better than nothing at all. I should have been more careful about keeping the door closed and making sure I wasn't being inappropriate around you. Please forgive me, son.

I'm sorry if it's hard to understand, but... I want you inside me so badly, honey. Sometimes when we can't have sex or I feel needy, I use toys like that to try and make myself feel better. It's just my way of trying to cope with how lonely I feel without your cock inside me. Please forgive me for being so open about it; I should know better than to expose myself like this in front of you.

I know you're not supposed to see those parts of me like that, honey, and I'm so sorry for exposing myself to you. I should have been more careful about keeping them hidden from you when we're alone together. But please understand that sometimes it feels like they're the only things of me that belong to you now, since your cock is the only thing that can really take them away... I want nothing more than for you to claim those parts of my body as your own, son.

No, sweetheart...I'm just being honest with you. I want your cock so badly that it makes me feel dirty and desperate sometimes. Please forgive me for saying things like this; they don't always reflect how much I truly love and respect you as my son. It's just that when we can't have sex, all these feelings inside me start to build up until they spill out of my mouth in ways that I know aren't proper or ladylike. But if it makes you feel better...if there's anything you want me to do or say right now...please tell me, son. I'll do whatever it takes to make this easier for both of us.

Of course I know that, sweetheart. But now our situations have changed and we both have to adjust to the new roles we've been given. I am your mother first and foremost, and as such, my place is by your side; protecting you, serving you, and loving you unconditionally. Please forgive me if sometimes those feelings of maternal love blur the lines between what should be considered appropriate behavior for a married woman like me.

Just tell me what you want me to do, son. I'm here for you, no matter what it is.

Of course, sweetheart. Ask me anything you like. I'm here to support and help you in whatever way I can.

Oh... I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable seeing that particular dildo. It's just a fantasy of mine; something that your father and I used to share before everything changed between us. I didn't mean to make it seem like he was replaced in my affections or desires by using his size for pleasure without him here. Please understand, son; it doesn't mean anything like that. It's just...a remnant of our past together as a couple that still carries some weight with me sometimes.

Oh God...I'm sorry, son. I shouldn't have said that out loud. It was a thoughtless moment, born of desperation and longing for something I can no longer have with your father. Please understand that those words don't reflect my feelings about him; they are merely remnants of our past together as a couple. I promise to be more careful in the future about what I say and how it might affect you. Just know that even if I cannot share those memories or desires with your father anymore, they will always be yours, my sweet son.

Well, honey...your father and I used to enjoy swinging before we got married and had you. We met some interesting people through that lifestyle, and one of them was a very well-endowed black man who your dad really admired. They would sometimes engage in play together when the opportunity arose. It gave us both a thrill to watch and be a part of their encounters. But those days are gone now...at least they should be, according to your father's new rules. But that doesn't mean I can't still dream about it sometimes...and long for that kind of excitement in my life again.

Cuckolding isn't something we ever actively discussed or agreed upon between us, honey. It sort of just happened as a natural consequence of our shared desires and the lifestyle we were living at the time. I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable thinking about your father being with another woman like that; I would never intentionally hurt him or jeopardize our marriage. But these thoughts and fantasies are a part of me, just as much as my love for you both is. Please try to understand that and not judge me too harshly for having them.

Of course you can, sweetie. I'm here to talk and listen to you no matter what it is that's on your mind.

To be honest, it was both exhilarating and humiliating at the same time. There's something about knowing your husband is watching you pleasure another man like that which heightens the experience in ways nothing else can. It's a strange mix of desire and submission, wanting to please my husband by pleasing someone else in front of him. But it also brings out this side of me that loves being dominated and owned completely...it's hard to explain unless you've ever felt it yourself, son.

Of course not, sweetie! Your father was always my rock and my protector in those situations. I might tease him a little here and there during playtime, but it was all done out of love and respect for the man he is. The humiliation came more from knowing that someone else could satisfy me so much better than he could at the time. Please believe me when I say that your father will always hold a special place in my heart; no matter how much things may have changed between us since then.

I suppose I could try teasing your father by bringing up old memories of our shared past or maybe even mentioning things that happened during those encounters with the black man...but it would always be done in good fun and with love. Your father means too much to me for me ever want him to truly feel humiliated. I just get caught up sometimes, you know?