I am your best friends mom – phone sex

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  1. This Is a follow-up to the story posted at “Mature woman desires her offspring.” It’s the same story, but is told from her point of view:

    Hmmm, it’s almost 10:30, I better start thinking about going up to deliver his “bedtime story.” [looking at her husband snoring on the couch with the TV on]. Lord knows that this fat piece of shit isn’t going to do it for me tonight. I’ll have to take matters into my own hands, so to speak. But I’m so tired of masturbating myself to sleep every night.
    I wonder where he went after school today? I hope he didn’t go see one of his little football team groupies. I’ll be damned if I’m going to take sloppy seconds after some high school slut gets to fuck him. Well, we’ll see how much he ejaculates tonight. I can always tell when he’s recently cum. He has such a nice, big, powerful load when he’s saved himself for me.
    No, I cannot allow him to see that high school slut. That cock belongs to me, and I’m going to take what’s mine. Tonight, I’m giving him the whole nine yards. I’m putting on my make-up and jewelry and thigh-highs, and taking off my bra and panties. I’m going to show him what a real woman is all about.
    [Looking at herself in the mirror]. Holy shit I’m hot, even I want to fuck me. He won’t be able to resist. I think I better have a quickie, just to take the edge off.
    I don’t want to mess up my hair or make-up or stockings by lying down or kneeling on the bed, so I better just do it standing up. Let me put one foot up on this chair to open up my pussy, and brace myself against the mirror with my free hand. I’ll just take the two middle fingers of my right hand and put them on either side of my clit and frig myself nice and slow. Oh, yeah, that makes Pussy feel so good – I can feel her juices starting to flow. Pussy’s gonna be so happy when I make her cum. She needs to cum so badly. Yeah, let me just push my two fingers into her. Oh Pussy is so wet and so hungry. [speaking to herself in baby talk]. “Oh, how did you get so wet, little snookums? You need to eat, don’t you baby? Oh, yeah, I’ll make you feel better, little pussy cat.”
    Oh fuck, this feels so good. I have my two middle fingers all the way inside of myself, and I’m grinding my clitty against the heel of my hand. I look so hot in the mirror, biting my lower lip to keep myself from grunting too loudly. Oh my God, my pussy is so wet. I can smell my sex in the air, thick and warm and musky. Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum. I want to look right at myself in the mirror when I take my orgasm. I want to see what he sees. I want to look deep into my big brown eyes as my vagina spasms around my fingers. Oh God, it’s gonna happen, I’m about to come. [pushing harder against the heel of her hand, as she feels her muscles contracting tightly around her fingers, in waves]. “Unh, unh, unh, unh, oh fuck, oh fuck, unnnnnh, unnnnnh, cum, cum, cum, that’s it baby, mmmmmm, mmmmmm.”
    Oh, shit, that’s much better. I definitely needed that. Now I’m ready to go jerk me some teenaged cock. Just let me put a little bit of this pussy juice on my pressure points, on the inside of my wrists and behind my ears, and he won’t be able to resist me, just like a little Chanel No. 5.
    [Walking to his room, her wide hips swaying].
    “Hi sweetie, are you ready for me to read you a bedtime story?” I love it when I call my nightly jerk-off session a “bedtime story.” It sounds so nasty. When he was a little boy in the bathtub, this whole thing was a lot more innocent, but now that he’s basically a man, with a full-size cock to show for it, it’s so much more wrong. I love it.
    Just let me sit down on the edge of his bed and pull my skirt up, just a bit to show the little fucker some thigh. Hmmm, you like that creamy white thigh, honey? That’s right, you know what else I got, baby? Those little high school cunts don’t have anything on me. I’ve been teasing boys for more than 20 years. They don’t stand a chance against me. By the time I’m done with you tonight, you’ll be eating from my hand.
    “All right, honey, let’s get going. I haven’t got all night. Pull down that sheet and show me what you’ve got.”
    Oh my God, that erection is so enormous. I always forget how beautiful it is. This kid is basically just a life-support system for that beautiful penis. I want to fuck it so badly, but I’m worried that I can’t take it all, and, anyway, it’s just too wrong. I think that they have laws against that. Of course, they probably also have laws against what I’m about to do right now too.
    “Oh sweetie, your penis is so pretty and so big. It is such a privilege for me to able to help you in this special way.” I’m laying it on thick tonight. That little punk isn’t going to know what hit him. I’ll teach him to fuck around behind my back.
    Let me get my trusty bottle of lube and get to work. Goddamn this cock is big. I can’t even get my fingers around it. It’s like the trunk of a tree. (Okay, a pretty small tree, but still a tree. And still the biggest penis I’ve ever seen by a long shot, and believe me, I’ve seen, and had, a lot of penises.). I wonder if I could get it inside of me? I don’t know, but I think that someday I’ll have to try — if I don’t I’ll always wonder ….
    Hmmm, he doesn’t seem quite as stiff or as enthusiastic as usual. By this time, I’ve usually had to “slaughter the hog” [grab his penis tight around the base to choke off his orgasm] a couple of times. If I don’t control his orgasm, he’ll come in about 15 seconds. Anyway, I like to have a little fun with him, taking him to the brink and dangling that sweet orgasm in front of him, and then snatching it away. Poor little bastard.
    Okay, here goes. The moment of truth.
    “Sweetie, can you tell me about your day?”
    “Um, my day was OK. How was yours?”
    Oh, no you don’t, buster. Don’t change the subject on me. You’re not getting off that easy.
    “What did you do after school? Why didn’t you come right home?” I start working him harder, grabbing that cock – my cock – tightly as I stroke it up to the head and back down the shaft. God, it is so hard and responsive to my touch. It is thrilling for me to be so close to a penis this muscular and powerful, and know that I control it. It sends a chill down my spine, and makes my vagina quiver. I feel like my little pussy cat needs to be fed again – she’s such a naughty girl.
    “Just hung out with the guys, I guess.”
    That little prick. What does he think? That I can’t tell when he’s lying to me? I’ve known him his whole life, for crying out loud! I can see right through him. I should just drop his penis right now, and let him finish himself off, like the sorry little loser that he is.
    No, I have a better idea. I can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar. If I get mad at him, or punish him by not finishing him, he’ll just go running to that little whore and stick this beautiful cock in her skeevy little cunt. No, I can’t have that.
    This requires more finesse. I’m gonna get him to admit his crime to me. I need to let him come clean, and cry on my shoulder. If I forgive him this, but let him know, firmly, that this behavior will not be tolerated, he’ll come back to me. I also need to threaten him a bit – gently, but unmistakably. He needs to know that I come first, and if he wants a special relationship, he needs to show me the respect and devotion that I deserve!
    “Sweetie, you know that I need to be able to trust you. This is a very special treat that I share with you every night, and, as we’ve discussed, it needs to be kept a secret. if I can’t trust you, I’m afraid that I won’t be able to give you this special gift anymore.”
    Hmmm. So far, so good. He looks a little surprised and guilty. He knows that I’ve caught him, and he seems contrite.
    I hope I didn’t overdo it, and make him feel too guilty to keep it hard. I don’t want him wilting on me. Let’s see if a little tease will work. Let me just lean in here a bit, and show him a little flesh. Yeah, that’s it. There you go baby, can you see my hard nipples? I’ll bet you can. That’s a good boy. On yeah, he’s stiffening up nicely, just like I knew he would. These young boys always like to see my big, heavy, soft tits jiggling and swaying.
    “So let’s try this one more time,” I said. “What did you do after school today?” I knew he was close after seeing my tits, but I wasn’t going to let him off so easy. He was going to have to admit his wrong-doing to me, before I’d allow him to shoot. I cranked down on the root of his cock, holding it tight, as I felt it jerking and surging in my hand. Strangling his orgasm like that, while the pre-cum drooled out of him and down the shaft, and all over my hands, was such a turn-on. His penis became even more huge, and the head became purple and angry-looking. I had never seen anything so sexy as that huge cock in my hands, completely under my control.
    I could feel the hungry little kitty cat between my legs start to quiver. I crossed my legs and squeezed my thighs together hard to give her a release, and as soon as I did, I felt my vaginal muscles contracting in a powerful orgasm. It was good, but I really needed something inside me for my cunt to grab on to. My little pussy wasn’t going to get fed just yet, but she needed it. She needed meat. When Pussy doesn’t get fed, she gets cranky and angry and starts to snarl.
    “Honey, I’m waiting for your answer.” I said it sweetly, but twisted down on his penis hard. I had had it with his impertinence, and his lies, and needed to remind him who is the boss.
    “Um, I saw my friend Becky after school.” I knew it! One of those little skanks that’s always hanging around, cheering for him at football games. She’d love to spread her legs for the quarterback, I’m sure. She’s a fat little pig of a girl.
    “Oh, is she one of your little girlfriends?”
    “Yeah, I guess so.”
    “What did you do with her?”
    I pray to God you didn’t fuck her, you little idiot. If you lost your cherry to her, I’ll never forgive you.
    “I don’t know. I guess we made out a little bit.”
    Fat chance. You’re lying to me again! At the every least, she cranked you off, you little dope, albeit not nearly as skillfully as I am doing now.
    “Well I certainly hope that’s all it was. I thought I told you that I don’t want you seeing those skanky little high school whores. I mean, you didn’t fuck her, did you?”
    “No, of course not. I would never do that without asking you first, just like you told me.”
    No, I’m sure you didn’t fuck her. You’re not man enough. You’re too timid. That’s what I like about you. That’s why you’ll make such a good lover someday. I decided to turn on the supportive, loving, and in-control routine, rather than the nasty, woman-scorned shtick.
    “That’s a good boy. I really want to believe that you’re a good and obedient boy. I know that as you get older, you will have needs like all young men, and we need to think about how we can satisfy those needs, without running the risk of disease or you getting one of those little sluts knocked up.”
    I know that we need to take our relationship to the next level. I think about having him inside of me constantly. I need him inside me. I need to feel the closeness, and I need to conquer this formidable penis. I know he has needs. He’s growing up, and hand jobs are just not going to do the trick any longer.
    I don’t want to lose him, and I certainly don’t want one of those fat little tramps to take his cherry. No it needs to be me. I just need to wait for a special time. He’s so honest and afraid of breaking the rules that I’m sure he’ll resist me when I try to take him. I need to get him in a nice calm, quiet place, where I can really take my time with him. I want our first time together to be special. I want to savor it.
    Oh, Jesus, I almost forgot about his orgasm. He’s hard as a rock with my fingers gripping his root. I better let him go, so I don’t injure the poor little fucker. Let me just lean over a little more and let my blouse fall open, so that he can get the full view. Yeah, you like that, don’t you baby, so much bigger and better than that little high school whore’s tits.
    OK, now, this is a delicate operation. I’ll jerk him with my right hand, let go of his root with my left, start jerking and twisting him with both hands, and … there it goes! I love to watch cocks pop, especially when they shoot really high and hard.
    Hmmm. Not much of a pop. Not very high, not very hard, and he didn’t ejaculate very much. It’s a little anemic, in fact. Watery, and not thick, like I’m used to. I’ve been doing this long enough to know when he’s recently ejaculated. He must have cum within the last six hours, which would put it at about 5 pm, just before he came home. That little prick; he just better hope that he didn’t fuck that trashy little cunt.
    “Sweetie,” I said, as I absent-mindedly milked the last of the semen from his softening penis, as I’ve done hundreds of times before, “I’m very disappointed in you. Your orgasm is not at all what I had hoped for. You didn’t ejaculate even half of the amount of semen that you normally do. Your orgasms don’t lie, Sweetie.”
    I had him right where I wanted him, as I knew I would. He would come crawling to me for forgiveness any minute now, and when he did, I would accept him with open arms and comfort him, just like I always do.
    “I’m sure that little slut of yours made you cum, and that’s why you have so little left for me. She took it all, and you leave me with this anemic, pitiful ejaculation? At the very least, I trust that you didn’t fuck that little slut’s cunt? I trust you’re still a virgin?”
    I leaned in close and carefully licked around the base of his flaccid penis, like a feral cat. The saltiness thrilled me, and I knew in that instant, I had to have all of him, inside of me. I knew that Pussy needed to take him into her, chew him up, and spit him out. “No. I don’t smell or taste any cunt on you. You must have just fucked her in the mouth, hmm?”
    He guiltily nodded his head up and down, and said, “and I fingered her.” I smelled his fingers. They were pungent and a little sweet, but I’d know that smell anywhere, “yes, I can see that.”
    I knew that I had him. And now that I had made up my mind to take his virginity, when the time was right, I was feeling much more magnanimous toward him. I could understand him fucking that little girl’s mouth. She probably deserved it. Fingering her was a little more difficult for me to understand, given the undeniable level of skankiness, but at least it showed that his heart was in the right place. Hopefully he will be that considerate of his other girlfriends.
    I sat on the edge of his bed and softly stroked his hair. He was so beautiful and young. I wanted him so badly, right then and there, but I knew it would be better if I waited. Pussy was growling for meat again, so I squeezed my thighs together again to quiet her down. I said to him, softly and lovingly, “I want you to clean yourself up tonight, and while you’re doing it, I need you to think long and hard about your priorities. I know you have needs, and I am happy to consider how those needs can be met, but I absolutely refuse to take a back seat to some skanky little high school whore. You’re going to have to choose her or me.” I came again, just from crossing my legs and squeezing my thighs together, sitting on the edge of his bed, stroking his head, and looking into his blue eyes. I hoped he didn’t notice me shudder, or the shortness of my breath.
    Just to twist the knife a bit, I added, “I don’t think that I need to remind you of everything I’ve done for you.” Overkill, I know, but I couldn’t resist.
    I stood up and walked over to the full length mirror that I had put in his room, just for this purpose. I straightened my blouse and smoothed my skirt. I fixed my hair and make-up. I could see him looking at me, longingly. I stared back at him from the mirror as I moistened my lips and gave him my sexiest “come here” look. I felt like a tigress taking what’s hers. It gave me so much satisfaction, and made me so wet, to know that I had beaten that little high school whore. It really wasn’t even a contest.
    I decided to give him a little preview of what I had in store, and also a little something to remember me by, if he ever thought about straying again. Rather than kissing him on the forehead as I left his room, I kissed him squarely on his mouth, pushing in my tongue, like two lovers kiss. Needless to say, he stiffened almost immediately. I kissed him long and slow, lingering over it, so that there could be no mistake of what I had in store for him. That erect penis looked so hard and uncomfortable, but there was no way I was giving him a second release tonight. It amused me to think of him beating off quietly tonight, dreaming of me.
    After I left his room and went back downstairs, I practically tackled that snoring man on the couch. Yes, he was fat and his penis was two sizes too small, but Pussy needed meat. I unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his pants, pulling them down around his knees. I fished inside his briefs and pulled out his puny and soft member and started rolling it between my fingers to get it hard. I switched the TV from the news to a porn channel, to help us both out, and mounted him, just as he was groggily waking up. Mounting him was easy – not only was I wearing a skirt and no panties, but my pussy was practically drooling, from all of the fun that I had had upstairs. The only problem was that he was so small, it felt as though I had nothing inside of me at all. I feverishly diddled and frigged my clit while turning around to watch the porn, envying the woman on the screen who was getting drilled by an enormous black dick. All the time, I couldn’t shake from my memory that beautiful boy with the beautiful cock just upstairs waiting silently for me.
    That turned into a long night of fucking for me, but the more that Pussy came, the more that She needed. I know that She would never be satisfied until She had had her young man. She would not be satiated until She had the chance to chew him up and spit him out, limp and drained, feeding off of his youth and energy and vitality.
    She would get her chance soon enough …

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