fun in mums bum: Chronicles of Courage, Discovery, and Dreams

“fun in mums bum” is morning light through lace curtains. She wakes tangled in white sheets, hair wild, skin warm. The first thing “fun in mums bum” shows is her hand slipping beneath cotton panties already soaked from dreams. Lazy circles turn urgent; fabric darkens under her touch. She kicks the sheet away, knees falling open, giving “fun in mums bum” an unobstructed view of fingers plunging in and out, thumb relentless on her clit. Sunbeams dance across trembling thighs. In “fun in mums bum”, she comes quietly at first—then louder, back bowing off the mattress, crying “fun in mums bum” like a prayer into the empty room as pulses milk her fingers dry.