Mommy's Private Workout - a POV Taboo

You thought you were being so careful, watching me from the shadows after my ride. But I felt your eyes on me the moment I stepped off the bike. That hot, hungry stare, it didn't shock me. It aroused me. You called me Mommy. And something in me clicked into place. The authority, the thrill - it made me wet. So I decided to give you a show. I peeled off my damp clothes, slowly, letting you see every curve glistening with sweat. I touched myself for you, my fingers sliding through my slick folds, moaning as I imagined your young cock throbbing in your hand. This is our secret. You watch Mommy get off, and you stroke that desperate cock for me. This is what happens when you look at me with that much need.