I--39-ve Missed My Repack Freeuse Mom... — Usepov - Kell Fire -

The key still fits.

I swallowed. “It’s been three years.”

I hadn’t.

“Say it again,” I whispered.

“Yeah, Mom. It’s me.”

“Are you here for a visit?” she asked. “Or are you here to stay?”

She glanced down. Then back up.

“I feel tired.”

By Kell Fire

She tilted her head. Then she smiled. That slow, knowing smile I remembered from the summer after high school. The one that said: I know what you really need. The key still fits

“Dinner’s in an hour,” she said, sinking to her knees on the kitchen tile. “You have fifty-nine minutes to remind me why I never changed the locks.”

She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. “At any time, for any reason, in any room… you may use my body however you need. No questions. No refusal. And the same goes for me.”

“I missed this,” she said softly, pulling my zipper down. “I missed the weight of you. The way you sigh when you stop thinking so hard.” “Say it again,” I whispered