Mother/Son Fantasy Phone Sex
Deborah’s heart raced as she stormed down the hallway towards her son’s bedroom. The sight of his little face filled her with both anger and desire. He always seemed to know just how to push her buttons, and this time he had gone too far. Her dirty laundry was meant to be private – a secret world where only she knew the truth about her deepest desires. But there he was, rummaging through her panties, his eyes wide with curiosity and lust.
“You little pervert!” She screamed, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him back into the living room. “How many times do I have to tell you to stay out of my things?”
Her son squirmed in her grip, his face flushed with embarrassment and arousal. Deborah knew that this was not just about the panties; it was about power, control, and the raw sexual tension that existed between them. She could see it in his eyes – the way they darted around the room, taking in every detail of her body as she towered over him.
“You’re grounded,” she spat, shoving him onto the couch. “And I mean it this time.”
But even as she said the words, Deborah felt a thrill of anticipation course through her veins. She had been waiting for an opportunity like this – a chance to assert herself and show her son just how much power she held over him. And now that the moment was here, there was no turning back.
“Strip,” she commanded, her voice low and menacing. Her son hesitated for only a moment before beginning to peel off his clothes, revealing his lean, muscular body beneath. Deborah’s eyes drank in every inch of him – the way his chest hair curled around his nipples, the firm muscles of his thighs, the hard bulge that pressed against his boxers.
She could feel her own arousal building as she watched him undress, and she knew that this was not just punishment; it was about satisfaction. She wanted to make him pay for what he had done, but more than that, she wanted to claim him – to show him once and for all who was in charge.
“Turn around,” she ordered, her voice steady as she reached into the laundry hamper and pulled out one of her lacy black bras and a pair of matching panties. Her son did as he was told, his body tense with anticipation as she stepped behind him and began to dress him in her clothes.
Deborah took her time, loving the feeling of the silky fabric against her fingers as she slipped the bra over his chest and pulled the straps tightly into place. She could feel him shivering beneath her touch – a combination of fear and excitement that only served to heighten her own desire.
Next came the panties, which she carefully positioned over his cock and balls before pulling them up until they rested snugly against his hips. The sight of him in her underwear was both exhilarating and humiliating – a potent mix that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
“Turn around,” she commanded again, her voice thick with lust as she stepped back to admire her handiwork. Her son stood before her, his eyes wide with shock and desire, his cock straining against the delicate fabric of her panties.
“You look beautiful,” Deborah purred, reaching out to trace a finger along the curve of his hip. “Absolutely fucking beautiful.”
She could see the confusion in his eyes – the way he struggled to reconcile the feelings of shame and pride that were battling inside him. But there was no time for questions or doubts; this was about power, after all, and Deborah intended to use it to its fullest extent.
“On your knees,” she growled, her voice low and commanding as she gestured towards the floor. Her son hesitated for only a moment before dropping down onto all fours, his eyes locked on hers as he waited for further instructions.
Deborah took a deep breath, savoring the sight of him in her clothes – so vulnerable and exposed, yet still somehow defiant. She wanted to punish him, yes – but would this be too harsh a lesson?
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