Mother's huge cunt

Sometimes I could spend hours licking out Vivian's cunt - makes me feel so secure and nurtured. She tells me it's also a warm motherly feeling for her. We both prefer to use the word cunt, not pussy. Cunt is so much more earthly and real, casting aside any pretensions to romantic notions of feminine beauty. It's a volcanic, hot, wet, hole of carnal temptation, designed as a voluptuous massage for a penis, gaping open in blatant desire to be filled, stretched, pumped and debased.

I often call Vivian mother when I lick her cunt while she strokes my hair and tells me she loves me and to drink all I want from mother's love hole. I love big cunts and clits, so big that they would be a visible embarrassment under a swimsuit. So big that they could never be hidden, so big that they demand attention, even under a swimsuit. So big that a finger or two would never be enough. So big that the clit would be stimulated by any panties. So big that the woman would feel her personality defined as a cunt, and her lovers would think of her first and foremost as a cunt.

I would love a world where men would have photos of their wife's cunt to show friends for comparison and admiration. Even have cunt photos on walls for visitors to see. And the final mark of respect ... replace Mrs with Cunt. Vivian says she would be happy to be called Cunt Nadler if it would make me happy. I love her.