Is there anything more erotic than Mommy Fantasy Phone Sex with Elena?
I keep Ethan’s phone pressed to my ear like it’s the only thing tethering me to sanity.
It’s 2:47 a.m. My husband is dead-asleep one room over, oblivious. I’m naked on the cold bathroom tile, legs spread wide, three fingers buried knuckle-deep in my cunt, phone on speaker between my thighs so he can hear every wet sound.
“Tell me, baby,” I purr, voice low and vicious, “are you stroking that big nephew cock for your aunt right now?”
He whimpers—actually whimpers. “Yes, Aunt Elena… fuck, I’m dripping all over my hand.”
“Mmm. Good. Slow it down. I want you aching. I want it to hurt.”
I drag my fingers out of my pussy with an obscene, sloppy pop and hold the phone right against my slick folds so he hears exactly how soaked I am.
“Listen to that, sweetheart. That’s your aunt’s married cunt begging for her own nephew’s dick. Hear how empty it is without you?”
“Jesus—Mommy—please—”
“Uh-uh.” I slap my clit hard enough that I have to bite my lip to stay quiet. “You don’t get to call me Mommy until you’ve earned it. Right now you’re just the desperate little boy who sneaks looks down my blouse at family dinners. Say it.”
“I—I’m just the desperate little boy who stares at your tits,” he chokes out.
“Louder.”
“I’m the sick little pervert who gets hard watching his own aunt bend over in yoga pants,” he says, voice cracking, fist moving faster—I can hear the frantic wet rhythm. “Please, Aunt Elena, I need—”
“You need to shut the fuck up and obey me,” I snarl, circling my clit so hard my thighs shake. “Stop touching. Hands off that cock right now or I swear to God I’ll lock my bedroom door tomorrow and make you watch me ride my pillow while you cry on the other side.”
The sound cuts off instantly. A broken, pathetic sob leaks through the speaker.
“That’s better.” I plunge four fingers back inside myself, stretching wide, imagining it’s him splitting me open. “Tomorrow morning the second your uncle’s car hits the street, I want you in my bed. I’m going to be on my hands and knees, ass in the air, face buried in his pillow so it still smells like him while you fuck me like the filthy home-wrecking slut I am.”
“Fuck—Aunt Elena—”
“You’re going to pull out right when you’re about to come,” I continue, merciless, “and you’re going to paint your aunt’s married pussy with every drop. Then you’re going to spread it open with your thumbs and watch it drip out of me before you shove your cock back in and breed me again. Understand?”
“Yes—yes—please let me come, I’m dying—”
“Not yet.” I’m riding my hand now, hips bucking, tits bouncing hard enough to slap against my chest. “Count for me. Out loud. Start at thirty. And every number you say ‘Aunt Elena’s needy whore’ after it. If you mess up, we start over.”
He starts counting, voice shaking, wrecked:
“Thirty… Aunt Elena’s needy whore… twenty-nine… Aunt Elena’s needy whore… twenty-eight—”
I time my thrusts to his voice, fucking myself raw, moaning softly right into the speaker so he knows exactly what he does to me.
When he reaches “one… Aunt Elena’s needy whore,” he’s openly crying, cock untouched and leaking onto his stomach.
“Now,” I hiss, coming so hard my vision blacks out, pussy gushing over my fingers and onto the tile. “Come for your aunt. Scream it loud enough that I hear it through the goddamn wall.”
“AUNT ELENA!” he shouts, voice breaking into this gorgeous, ruined wail as he finally unloads—thick, endless ropes that I can practically feel splattering across my skin.
I keep rubbing through the aftershocks, milking every last pulse from my cunt, whispering into the phone like a demon:
“Sleep in that mess, baby. Don’t you dare clean up. Tomorrow I’m going to lick every stripe of cum off your stomach before I let you put it back where it belongs.”
I hang up while he’s still gasping my name like a prayer.
Six hours until I destroy us both.
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