Jasmine’s Good Little Boy Phonesex Part 2

 JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

“Do you want to please me, baby?” I ask you with deceptive sweetness. You melt and nod eagerly like you did when you were just my baby boy, my little son. You are still my little son, although what a big boy you have grown into–on the outside anyway. Inside you are still reduced to a needy, whimpering mass of jelly by that lust and desire for your own mother, a lust that has never abated, not one whit, not even after all these years of us living together and loving and fighting and fucking.

“Do you want to be Mommy’s good little boy?” I ask. You want to cry out, don’t you? You want to cry “Yes!” You want to throw yourself at me. But I do not want that, no. You will kneel in front of me and await my instructions like a good little boy, your cock stiff beneath your trousers, your body trembling in fear and desire.

We have been together for an eternity, it seems. Not just this lifetime.  For an eternity, you have wanted me. You have wanted me, your sexy mother and nobody else and who can blame you, really?

You are certainly not the only boy your age to be obsessed with me. Yes, it is taboo. But rules like that are made for other people. I have told you that for so long that you almost believe it, just as I believe it.

You live for my touch, the touch that stings, the touch that soothes. And the touch that sometimes does not come at all as I tease and then deny. You live for my cruelty, the games, both mental and physical, I play with you.

“So you want to make Mommy feel good?” I say again. “Show me how good.”

I am stroking my pussy languidly. You cannot take your eyes from me. My hand, my bare breasts, my dark eyes, which are deep, dark and full of secrets, full of surprises that both frighten and fascinate you. You gasp, “yes, yes,” as I move closer to your mouth, pulling my panties aside so you can see that which you so desire.

I call you “darling” when you please me. I call you “my good boy,” when you obey. You live for these words. You live to please me. You live for the look upon my face when you do please me, when you have been my good boy, when you spread your legs for me without being told.

And you also live for the times I show you and tell you that you are nothing. Nothing to me, nothing to the world. There is nobody more cruel than I when it pleases me to be so.

You cry because you want my love. You cry because you want me to tell you that you are good. But did you know that you also cry because there is a desire burning deep within your mind and soul–a desire to be debased, to be filthy, to be hurt–to be completely and utterly at my mercy?

You have never been so owned in all your life.

You have never felt so safe.

Is it possible also that you have never been so wrong to feel that way?

 

MISTRESS JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

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