Wrong Number?
Copyright© 2018 by DDMarshall
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Sara's twenty-one year old son speed-dials the wrong number. Sometimes you have secrets that your mother is better off not knowing. Especially when they involve her best friend.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Incest Mother Son Masturbation Oral Sex
It was about 9:30 pm when my cell phone buzzed. “Hey, Hon,” I answered. I could hear a lot of background noise and horns blowing.
My son John spoke loudly into his phone. “Hey, babe. I’m on my way over. But I’m kind of stuck in traffic. We are hardly moving.”
’Babe?’ “Honey, I think...” I was about to tell him he had speed-dialed the wrong number when he interrupted me.
“Hey, since I’m going to be stuck here, how about we have a little phone sex to pass the time?”
“I’m not sure you want to do that... “ I was going to say ’with your mother.’ But again he interrupted me.
“Oh, come on. I already have my fly open.”
I covered my phone and snickered. He would die of embarrassment if he knew he was trying to have phone sex with Sara Townsend, his forty-one-year-old mother. I could not help myself. I was going to be able to tease him about this for as long as I lived. “Oh, do you now? And just what do you want me to do about that?”
“Come on, you know. Talk sexy and tell me what to do like you did last week when I called you.”
“You really liked that?”
“Yeah, I almost screamed when I got off. I thought my mother was going to hear me. She can be a real prude sometimes.”
I was just about to tell him ’It’s your mother, you nutcase’ and tease him. But he hurt my pride. I thought I was pretty open-minded and liberal. I was okay with gay marriage, pro-choice and casual sex amongst consenting adults.
“So you really think your mom is a prude?” I asked.
“Yeah. You should know. You’re her best friend.”
I was speechless. My best friend is Laura Blake. She is forty-three. Two years older than me. Yes, she is pretty, about five foot five, blond, nice figure, and married with a son in the Navy. I needed to find out if it was really my friend Laura that he was alluding to.
I put on a sultry voice. “How about you take that big boy out for a little practice run before you get here.”
“He is out and waiting.”
“Why don’t you stroke it and get it nice and hard. Can you do that for me, baby?”
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