“You kiss him back. You show him your need and passion for him in the tenderness of your lips and he knows, Charlene… he knows its ok. He presses in. Oh baby do you feel him? Can you feel his big fat young cock sliding into you?”
“Yes…” Charlene whispered back as her fingers moved down over her clit and forced her opening apart. “Oh yes, Sam I feel David inside me. Oh God help me…” She trailed off as her fingers probed in and out of her vagina. “Sam… oh God tell me how horrible this is. Tell me I’m going to Hell…” She groaned as she felt her juices flow harder along her fingers. As though not in control of her own actions anymore, Charlene proceeded to fuck herself vigorously with all the skill her hand could manipulate.
“He sinks into you, over and over. Your eyes widening with the depth the head of his cock can penetrate you. Oh sweetie, he’s so deep every time he thrusts into you that he pounds your cervix. You can feel his balls slapping against you every time he takes you. You’re his now…” Samantha gasped, bringing Charlene back into reality only just enough to suspect that Samantha’s idle hands were up to no good as well. Something about her best friend touching herself too as she led Charlene on this journey only made the experience that much hotter. Her clit burned with overwhelming sensitivity on levels no lover had ever brought her to before. She was lost and she no longer cared. Over the phone, Samantha’s breathing had become rapid and raspy.
“Oh baby that’s it…” Sam egged. “Let him take you. Let your son have you. Give in to him. Look down your body and watch his cock vanish inside the womb he came from…”
“Oh fuck you…” Charlene groaned at her friend. The simplicity of that notion hadn’t yet occurred to her; to imagine David fucking where she had birthed him from only 18 years ago, bringing her body and their relationship full circle. Her loins began to tremble and she stabbed her fingers in and out faster. “Oh you bitch, I’m going to cum…” Charlene panted as she dug her fingers in and hooked them behind her pelvic bone to stimulate the spot that would make her release the hardest. Her thighs trembled as Samantha moaned approvingly in her ear and told her to keep going. All at once the waves of torrid rapture reverberated from Charlene’s core. Her climax clamped her muscles hard against her finger as she felt her womanly ejaculation seep past them and down into a very tangible puddle between her legs that saturated her sofa’s upholstery.
“Jesus… fuck… oh God forgive me…” Charlene panted as she coaxed as much stimulation as her cramped fingers could muster into her explosive orgasm. On the other end of the phone, Samantha’s own labored breaths softly subsided and a silence fell between the friends a moment as each composed themselves in a heavy afterglow.
“Well!” Sam finally stated flatly. “I need to clean up before my son gets home so I need to leave you to it Char. Do you have a better handle on yourself now?” She asked.