Mommy's Midnight Fantasy: A Small Town Age Gap Romance

"A dream," he whispered, his eyes dark, "about you. About us." "Dreams where we're together," he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. "Where we explore... everything." "Tell me what you want," he breathed, his fingers tracing my skin. "Tell me your fantasies." "I dream of being called... Mommy," I confessed, my voice barely a whisper. "Mommy," he echoed, a slow grin spreading across his face. "That's a good girl." "It's like... like my dreams are coming true," I whispered, lost in the moment. "Maybe they are," he growled, his body moving against mine. "Maybe this is meant to be." "Do you like being called Mommy?" he asked, his voice thick with desire. "Yes," I breathed, my body trembling. "I do." "Then you're mine, Mommy," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. "All mine." "It's like... I'm losing myself," I gasped, the pleasure overwhelming. "Let go," he breathed, his lips finding mine. "Surrender to the dream."