“Listen…” Samantha continued. “I’m not telling you to jump David or anything. But you wanted my ‘reality check’ and this is it. Take care of yourself before this desire of yours becomes too big to control, and if the day ever comes when you decide to take it a step further, all I can say as your friend is, you’d be my hero and I want details!” She giggled.
“My God, Sam!” Charlene piped into her phone.
“You wanted my advice.” Samantha replied simply.
“I wanted you to talk sense into me, not toss me deeper into the pool and hold me under!” Charlene attempted to reason. “Besides, even if I were to take your advice… its wrong! It’s immoral, it’s sinful; everything about the idea itself is so fucked up I don’t think I could even get off!”
“Oh I doubt that.” Samantha cooed playfully. “Trust me, it’s the taboo that makes it hot. If it wasn’t then you wouldn’t be as wet as I’m sure you have been since you saw David.”
Charlene was dumb struck into silence. A million remarks entered her mind to retaliate but the moistening reality between her thighs confounded her into silent acceptance of Samantha’s logic. The air on the phone stayed silent for a few seconds before her friend broke in again.
“Look, are you alone?” Sam began.
“Yes…” Charlene whispered.
“Good. Then I want you to shut your eyes and imagine David above you…” Samantha continued.
“Stop it Sam!” Charlene groaned.
“His strong arms on either side of you…” Samantha continued, ignoring her friend’s demand. “His eyes piercing into yours as he shifts your thighs apart with his legs until you look down your body and see his magnificent young cock pointing at your cunt.”
“I’m going to hang up. Stop being dirty.” Charlene threatened in vain. Despite what her morals were screaming at her, the walls of right and wrong were crumbling down.
“Look at it Char…” Samantha continued with a moan. “So hard… my God just imagine that thick purple head spilling pre-cum and it’s pointed right at your dripping sex.”
“God his cock does drip so much of it… GOD! I can’t do this! He’s my son Sam!” Charlene cried out as the hot well in her eyes threatened to overflow in tears.
“Let yourself go Char…” Sam whispered. “Touch yourself and let me help you.”
“I can’t!” She sobbed as the tears broke free and dripped hotly down her cheeks, yet in spite of herself, Charlene had begun to slide her jeans down her hips and over her legs until they crumpled at her feet on the floor below her couch.
“He leans down and brushes his lips against yours. He knows you want him and he loves you. You can see it in his eyes. Look at his hand, Char. He’s taken hold of his thick 18 year old cock and he’s guiding it forward. Oh baby, you can feel it; the heat of his head pressing your lips apart softly.” Samantha teased in little higher than a seductive whisper.
“Oh god…” Charlene gasped as her hand sank involuntarily into her panties to her swollen clit. The sensation of the simple touch drove her back to arch as though she had never been touched before. With little hesitation she began to slowly pass the length of her fingertips across her sex.