Día 3...mujer ,madre hembra

What is the limit between being a woman, being a mother and being women?. In my case, the limits blend together, last night I masturbated thinking about him...I put music in my room, because when you live in an apt it's like everyone can hear everything, my vibrator comforted my fever....to be able to fall asleep, I'm a tight woman, many times I've penetrated myself with the handle of the toothbrush....that was what happened this morning...when I left the privacy of my room to go pee at the bathroom...I saw it and I got hard...it came with me to my room....without taking off my nightgown...I reclined, arranged my hair, perfumed myself....I touched myself with my fingers...and very quickly my clean vagina...left being dry just washed, filled with warm honey, my nipples marked on the camisole fabric, my lips begged for kisses....visions of my son took over my mind.....I needed to suck something...I had my vibrator from last night at hand, like a microphone I brought it to my lips and tongue caressed it...imagining its glans...I carried it from my mouth to my sex...I heard he was showering...and I entered myself into my insides while sucking the vibrator handle of the toothbrush...entering and exiting...recording with frenzy my sex....trying not to scream or moan, until I caressed my bum with lubricant through my vaginal juices. .between shivers and soft spasms...I reached orgasm......it woke me up when knocking on my door he said...mami coffee with milk or mate? What do you want for breakfast? I responded, surprising myself...