After dark · mommy phone sex
Family Fun: Anthony Fucks Jeanne
Family fun started the second Jeanne locked the bedroom door and told Anthony to get on the bed like a good boy who already knew he was in trouble.
She was bare under a short pink robe, tits heavy, cunt already slick from the roleplay they had been teasing all evening. Anthony’s cock was up and leaking before she touched him. Jeanne climbed over his thighs, rubbed her wet pussy along the shaft, and smiled down at him. “This is family fun, baby. Mommy decides how you get fucked, and you say thank you.”
He did. She liked that. The roleplay was simple and nasty: she was Mommy, he was her obsessed boy, and the only rule was he did not come until she used him. Jeanne reached down, lined him up, and sank onto his cock in one slow drop. Her cunt swallowed him, hot and tight, and she stayed there, full, grinding her clit against him while he groaned into the pillow.
“Look at you,” she said, riding him in short, mean strokes. “Hard over family fun. Desperate to fuck Mommy’s cunt. Stay still.” Anthony’s hands grabbed her hips anyway. She caught his wrists, pinned them over his head, and fucked herself deeper. Every time he thrust up she stopped, held his cock buried, and laughed. “Phone sex later if you behave. Right now I want this pussy stuffed while you beg.”
She leaned down so her tits brushed his mouth and told him to suck. He did, messy, while she rolled her hips and talked filth in his ear. How wet she was. How she was going to make him lick it off her after. How family fun meant he got used, edged, and thanked for it. The roleplay made his cock jump inside her. Jeanne felt it and clenched on purpose, milking him without letting him finish.
When he got too close she climbed off. His cock slapped wet against his stomach. Jeanne turned around, spread her ass, and backed onto him reverse, taking every inch while she looked over her shoulder. “Fuck Mommy properly now. Slow. I want to feel you throb.” Anthony held her waist and pumped up into her cunt, obscene sounds filling the room. She reached under and played with her clit, moaning his name, then ordered him to stop again right at the edge.
“Not yet. Family fun isn’t your orgasm.” She slid off, pushed his face between her legs, and made him clean the mess he had made. Anthony licked her open, tongue on her clit, nose buried, while she held his hair and rocked. She came like that, shaking, soaking his mouth, still talking: good boy, nasty boy, Mommy’s little fuck. Only after she was done did she stroke him, tight and fast, and let him beg into a second round of phone-sex dirty talk she whispered like she was already on a call.
She put him on his back again and rode him hard this time, tits bouncing, cunt gripping. “Come in Mommy. Fill me. That’s what you wanted.” Anthony broke, hips jerking, pumping her full while she kept fucking through it, using every spurt. Jeanne stayed seated until he softened, then leaned down and kissed him slow, his cum already leaking out around his cock.
She smiled against his mouth. “Next time we do the phone sex version first, so you are already ruined before I let you in. Family fun isn’t over just because you came.”
— Jeanne