Smut for Mothers

The sunlight trickles in as the birds outside reach their crescendo. I open my eyes and find him staring at me with his amber-green eyes. His thick lips, soft and rested, stretch to a smile.

Before I can say buenos días, he kisses the side of my neck and inhales my smell. His calloused hands caress my breasts as he lowers himself down, kissing my stomac…