Chapter 1

The phone rang:

Gordon cursed under his breath as he stood poised, one foot hovering over the warm water in the bath, undecided in what to do. He didn't particularly like talking on the phone and was inclined to ignore it, but as it might be his mother calling from her weekly bridge night out at her friends, he decided he had to answer it. He'd asked her to get an answer machine, but she always said, 'if it was important, they'd call back'.

The phone rang again:

Ok, ok. He muttered testily, hoping it wasn't her calling to say she was coming home early as he planned to enjoy a downloaded porno on his computer with a few beers, munchies and a bottle of oil for company before his solitude was broken.

He had few pleasures in life away from his domineering mother and had almost given up hope of being himself after 31 years under her stern guidance. His life was regulated from the moment he got up until it was time for bed in his pokey little room which, he imagined, had begun to smell of his desperate failure in everything he did. Nothing was ever good enough for her.

The phone continued to demand a response while he wrapped a towel around himself and made his grumbling way across the hall of the bungalow to where it shrilled by the front door.

He picked it up and abruptly said; 'Hello'?

Silence. A bead of sweat trickled across his feverish brow and he flicked a lank strand of greasy black hair back.

Then he discerned a faint buzzing noise in the background.

Hello? He repeated.

A pause gestated silently over the line as he wondered what to say next and what the source of that odd sound was. It seemed to be getting louder, intermingled with low moans.

"Who is this?" he demanded nervously.

A long groan was abruptly cut short by a slapping sound. "Put it closer. Let them hear you better" said a masculine voice.

"What the hell's going on?" Gordon demanded, although his body had an inkling of exactly what was happening here, despite his brains numb refusal to believe it!

The buzzing sound intensified, becoming rhythmic, beating an insistent refrain over and over, in and out. A rich, fruity squelch accompanying each stroke. "Yeah baby." the man approved. "That's what I'm talkin' about, put it right there - rub it all over."

Gordon's jaw dropped as his penis rose to salute the indescribably wet sound filling his ear. Damned if the horny bitch wasn't actually sticking the phone into her cunt!

Suddenly he didn't really care who was disturbing his planned evening of beer and porn. It may even be a wrong number, but even if he wasn't the sharpest tool in the box, he wasn't fool enough to put the phone down now! Gordon decided that he'd better put the towel on the floor as he didn't want to even begin trying to explain cum stains in his mother's beautiful hall carpet.

The squelching noises decreased as he stood upon it and took his short, thick cock in his right hand. Judging by the swishing sounds, she was running the phone over her pussy (clit?) while the man urged her to suck his cock. Muffled groans and satisfied sighs filled his ear while he squeezed the base of his cock hard to help prolong the pleasure. Gordon had dreamed of having his cock sucked - and secretly fantasised about sucking one - but as mother didn't approve of him consorting with women, his dreams remained unfulfilled. This was as close as he'd ever been to a warm, willing female body in heat and he was determined to milk it (literally) for all he could. His balls swelled when he heard the man tell her to rub it over her tits and he realised they were (almost) in his face! Then a ripe sucking sound of wet flesh became louder and louder; soft, moist lips engulfing hard meat repeatedly consuming it deeper and deeper, gulping, groaning sounds of lust that nearly brought Gordon to the brink of no return as he heard her feasting on his cock. He imagined he could almost taste it himself as it slid into her mouth right by the phone. His breathing grew ragged as he pulled sharply on his balls and he groaned in feeling a pearl of pre-cum form on the head of his cock.

"Suck it" he whispered urgently. "Suck my cock." Intoxicated with the vision of her lips around the dripping head of his cock, he closed his eyes and revelled in the sound of her sucking. It seemed to be going deeper for she gagged repeatedly but didn't break her rhythm. Both men began to urge her on as her mouth slipped wetly down and down until a muffled gulp announced a full throat of hot, hard cock had been achieved. A frantic bubbling noise told Gordon how that cock was now fucking her face, repeatedly thrusting down her throat that dry-retched on the invasive meat.