>>55975926 Cynthia sighed and flipped around so she was laying on her back and motioned you to come over. You did so, and lay exhausted on her stomach. She stroked your hair as you used her breasts as a pillow to rest your head.
“Mommy loves you.” She cooed.
You smiled to yourself sleepily.
Your mother looked through her mail eagerly. She was expecting a letter from you from Alola. You had left a couple months ago with your teacher, Cynthia, and she missed you dearly.
She gasped as she found a letter with your handwriting on the address. She opened it but dropped the postcard inside immediately as she saw the contents of it.
The postcard contained a lewd image of Cynthia with her tongue running along your cock. It was clearly you, your face just out of frame with a sly smile on your young face. The caption at the bottom read:
Your son calls me Mommy too
HNNNNNNG 
