"The Year of Fucking Wildly"

From the late fall of 2018 through early autumn of 2019 was my "Year of Fucking Wildly."  My son Jake's ALS was in full onset and he was physically wasting away, but there was nothing he loved better than to watch his Mom getting fucked, the more and the harder and the wilder the better.  Well, maybe the only other thing he liked better was to hear other guys tell him how incredible his Mom's body was and that she was the best fuck ever.  There was no way I was going to let Jake down and so fucked and fucked and fucked.  He would often be on set for the filming of my porn flicks which would inevitably have been getting fucked in all holes by huge cocks.  I always made sure he got a copy of each and every flick.  On the weekends when I wasn't filming, I would arrange to have these super gangbangs with 50 or more guys at my wealthy friend Doc's mansion - with Jake there to watch.  Many evenings I would go to where Jake lived with his three friends and he'd watch them fuck me, often inviting many more of his buddies to have their go with me.  As his friends milled around I'd be dressed something like in the photo above, my tits out, and his friends knowing my body was theirs for the taking.

My "Year of Fucking Wildly" for Jake's sake (and, yes, I enjoyed it, too) ended last October when his health began to rapidly deteriorate, coming to an end in early November when he passed.  After a month of fairly inconsolable grieving I went into action, getting my body into the best shape it had been in for years, eating healthier, getting some cosmetic surgery, and hiring my own personal makeup/beauty consultant in Daphne.  My weight dropped; my boobs continued to grow.  Jake would have loved to see the new me.  I'm sorry I can't show it to him in physical form but I am comforted that I did show him what he most wanted to see over the last year of his life.

Why am I telling you this now?  Some of you already know what I wrote in the first two paragraphs; some don't, so I'm trying to level the field a bit.  Plus, as we slowly and carefully open up after the isolation period, things will be changing and I wanted to give a baseline as to where I was before March and where I'll be as of June 1.

But that's for another post.

(The photo above was from my "Year of Fucking Wildly," as I was surrounded by guys about to fuck me.  Someone's camera picked up the flash of someone else's and cast me in unusual light and shadow.  Seems fitting for the time.)