Wrong Number?
Copyright© 2018 by DDMarshall
Chapter 11
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11 - 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
Things changed during the following weeks after my disastrous night with Peter and my crazy but very satisfying nights with John. We found more reasons to hug and kiss. I became more physical in showing my son how much I loved him. I found excuses to kiss him on the cheek or the lips. He put his arm around me, and we snuggled while watching TV together.
Almost every night when we went to bed, we would find an excuse to call on the phone, and one of us would talk the other through a fantasy. A few times, we both got off as we talked about what I wanted my nameless fantasy lover to do to me, my nameless fantasy lover that looked a lot like John.
Near the end of the week, when I knew John might be going out with Laura, I invited him to my room again. Somehow the thought of him fucking Laura excited me, and I wanted to kiss him and feel his hands on me. I wanted to play with his cock and make him cum. I wanted a little of what Laura was getting when I let him finger fuck me to an orgasm.
John was on the phone when I got home from work Wednesday night. When he saw me, he covered the phone with his hand and silently mouthed ’Laura.’ I put my finger to my lips to let him know I would be quiet. But that did not stop me from kissing him on the cheek. I was still a little giddy from last night’s phone sex. I went to the kitchen to start supper, but John already had the leftover spaghetti and meatballs heating on the stove. I set the table. I could hear John talking in the living room, and I smiled. From what I could hear on this end of the conversation, my son would get lucky.
I was checking the spaghetti and meatballs when John came into the kitchen. “It’s ready, Hon. Self-serve tonight.” He took his plate and came over to the stove and filled it. I took a smaller portion and sat at the kitchen table with him. “Got a date with Laura?”
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