“Hey, Jeanne,” Rory’s voice slithered into her ear, hoarse and tinged with excitement. “I’ve got something special for you.”
Something in Rory’s tone sent a shiver down her spine. Jeanne’s hand instinctively drifted to the curve of her hip, a spark of anticipation igniting in her belly. “What is it, Rory?”
“I got a message from Anthony. He’s been going on and on about how badly he wants to fuck you.” Rory’s breathy laughter filled the line, making her blush. “Well, to be fair, he usually talks about it when we’re…you know, pleasuring ourselves.”
Jeanne’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson as Rory continued her lewd incestuos tale. “Anthony has been imagining all the dirty things he wants to do to you, mommy Jeanne. He’s been visualizing that juicy little pussy of yours wrapped around his cock, quivering as he pounds into you…”
The vibrational hum of an unknown device vibrated against her clitoris, making her gasp. Jeanne’s fingers tightened around the phone, her pulse racing. Rory’s naughty words, combined with the sensual vibrations, were rapidly building an intense longing within her.
“Oh God, Rory…what’s he doing with you right now?” Jeanne’s voice trembled, her body heating up with desire.
“He’s stroking his hard cock, visualizing it slipping into your tight cunt. He’s imagining your moans, your pleasure, as you ride him…” Rory’s voice dipped into a seductive murmur, the vibrations intensifying against her sensitive flesh. “He wants to make you scream his name as he fills you with his seed…”
Jeanne’s thighs clenched together, a gush of moisture seeping from her core. The dirty fantasies swirling in her mind were proof of Anthony’s insatiable lust for her. Her body ached for her son, craving the sensation of his rigid length plunging deep inside her.
“Jeanne?” Rory’s voice snapped her back to the present, a hint of impatience lacing her words. “Are you still there? Anthony sent you a little birthday gift – a vibrating love toy to satisfy your cravings while he’s away with Elena.”
A wave of disappointment washed over her at the mention of his girlfriend. Jeanne knew their relationship was unconventional, but hearing it spoken aloud stung. Despite the ache in her chest, the erotic sensations coursing through her refused to subside.
“Thank you, Rory,” she managed, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll treasure this gift…and keep Anthony’s fantasies close to my heart.”
As the call ended, Jeanne sank onto a nearby chair, her eyes drifting shut. The soft hum of the vibrating toy continued, sending jolts of pleasure through her quivering body. Images of Anthony’s lustful desires danced in her mind, fueling her own dark cravings.
With a shallow moan, Jeanne surrendered to the carnal indulgence, letting the toy work its magic as she imagined Anthony’s strong hands claiming her, pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy. In that moment, the phone’s hidden speaker became a conduit for forbidden pleasures, bridging the distance between them as she lost herself in Anthony’s tainted love.