Making My Son a Man Phonesex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

“I have a big favour to ask of you, Jasmine,” said my husband Edward. We had just finished dinner and he was smoking his customary after-dinner cigar. “Yes?” I answered, thinking perhaps he wanted to go to a strip club which was something we did occasionally to add little more spice to things in the bedroom but no. “It’s Adam,” he replied. Adam was Edward’s biological son and my stepson. “Yes, darling?” I answered quizzically. Edward looked at me, his eyes drinking in my luscious breasts, small waist, long silk stockinged legs and long dark hair. “The kid’s eighteen now. He’s a virgin. It’s time he learns his way around a woman and not just any woman. I think it should be you.”

Almost I choke upon my liqueur. Edward surveyed me and raised his hand. “Before you say no, think about it. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. And I’ve seen the way you look at him. We both know you are attracted to each other.” It was true. I struggle at times with inappropriate feelings for my son. At times I have seen him emerging from shower and yes, he was a hot little boy.

But it did not matter whether we shared a mutual attraction, no. He was my son and off limits!

“But I am his mother!” I protested.

“His stepmother,” replied Edward. “It’s different. I want you to make him a man. I can’t think of anyone he’d rather have or anyone I’d rather have introduce him to sex. You’re the hottest, sexiest woman I have ever known. And nothing but the best will do for our son. I have to be out of town next week for business so it’s the perfect time for you to seduce the kid. You’re the mistress of seduction,” he said with a wink. “I’ll leave the method up to you. My only caveat is that he doesn’t fuck your pussy.”

“What? Then, if he does not, as you say ‘fuck my pussy‘, how do you propose that he fuck me?”

The whole thing was outrageous. I could hardly believe my husband was suggesting this.

“Well obviously,” said Edward, putting his hand upon my thigh and giving it an appreciative squeeze. “I want my son to fuck his hotter than hell stepmother up her hotter than hell ass.”

I allowed the ghost of a smile to play about my lips. It is true that I lusted after the boy and is also true that the boy and his friends all lusted after me, which was hardly surprising. Yes, I am hotter than hell, the hottest MILF around, the hottest woman of our acquaintance, in fact.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was indeed the ideal woman to take my son’s virginity. It was my duty as responsible mother to make my son a man.

 

To be continued

 

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