Wrong Number?
Copyright© 2018 by DDMarshall
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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 Monday morning, and I had just parked in the lot at work when my phone rang. It was my son. “Hey.”
“Hey Babe, want to talk?”
“John, you’re an idiot.” I hung up and laughed. I guess he got over the embarrassment, and now he was going to tease me. I was proud of him. He called Laura yesterday and broke off their affair and did not involve me or use me as the reason he was ending it.
I got three more calls from my son during the week. One to find out where his favorite shirt was and two, ‘Hey Babe, want to talk?’ I told him where his favorite shirt was and hung up on him twice. Although I still laughed when he called.
It was a little after 11:00 p.m. on the next Saturday night when my phone buzzed. ’Who the hell is calling this time of night?’ “John?”
“Hey Mom, what-cha doing?”
“I’m reading.”
“Is that all?” he asked.
I knew what he was alluding to, but I certainly wasn’t going to indulge him in such foolishness, “What did you think I would be doing?”
I heard him chuckle. “I don’t know. Maybe doing what some people do at night alone in bed.”
“Cut that out. You’re being silly now. I am not going to have phone sex with you.”
“Well, maybe not like the other night when I called from the car. Maybe we can just talk and let me hear your voice.”
“Okay, but no funny business. What do you want to talk about?”
“Tell me about work.”
“Work is good. We landed a big project last week, and Mr. Chambers bought pizza for everyone for lunch.”
“Tell me what you girls talk about at lunch.”
“A little of everything, our kids, politics, work stuff, ... guys.”
“Are there any guys the girls are checking out?” he asked.
“They are always checking them out and gossiping about them,” I replied.
“Is there anyone in particular that you check out?”
I thought it was an odd question, but it felt good to talk to my son about something other than when will you be home? What do you want for dinner? Did you do your laundry and change the sheets? “I shouldn’t tell you this, but there is one cute guy that I kind of check out when he walks by.”
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