"Mommy, how do you get it so wet?" My son's eyes were closed and he was breathing hard. I guided his hands to my ass and had him grip it as I ground. ... wanted that thick cock to fill me up so bad, but I wanted to take some joy in the look of ecstasy that filled his face. My son has all the best features of my husband and me. My almond shaped eyes and my husband's green hue, my husband's thin lips and my pout, my curls and my husband's honey brown color, and my husband's tall frame with my. I pulled on one of my new paint smocks and went through my playlists trying to find something appropriate. I remembered music in the background and decided to just let Beethoven guide me, starting with the first symphony. I sketched out the painting at life size and started with my acrylics.Seven hours and nine symphonies later, I stood staring at Ralph.I closed my eyes and stepped back further to see if I had really captured what I wanted or if only I would be able to see it. I opened them.. " he was blushing."I've wanted you since I was a freshman; you're the only guy I've thought about. Even when I was with my boyfriends, I wished it was you. I really want you." I told him.I continued to tell my story to the priest, " I could tell that what I has said was arousing him because all of the sudden there was a bulge in his pants. He was getting a hard-on and I have to confess that I wanted him to. He noticed me looking at his crotch and I think he got a little embarrassed; but I knew. Seeing those Rubens paintings made me feel positive, being a BBW myself. My mom and husband would constantly badger me about losing weight. Honestly, I like being a size 22. If I had a dollar for every ‘You have such a pretty face…’ comment my mom would make, I’d go on a shopping spree at Lane Bryant and Torrid. That day, I gave a tour for a group of preschoolers and their parents. I don’t mind giving out tours since I’m one of the best curators at the museum. After my morning/afternoon shift.