Cuckold Phone Sex written by #6

Part One of a cuckold phone sex fantasy written by loser #6

“Oh my…..he’s hot! He’s REALLY fucking hot!” Mommy exclaimed as she flipped through the pictures of a promising dating app match on her phone. She spoke with total disregard for her boy’s feelings. “Isn’t he hot??! Go ahead, you can say it too…” She held the phone to his face.

“He’s hot Mommy.” Her boy reluctantly and hopelessly admitted.

“Sweetie look at his fucking abs! Look at that. You just know he has a HUGE cock! And you’re going to act like he’s not hot as fuck??” Mommy pulled the phone away and resumed to looking back and forth through her suitor’s pictures with her mouth ajar, her eyes wide – practically glowing with lust, thinking only of the carnal pleasures and satisfactions this prime specimen real man could deliver her. She looked as if she was inches away from outright touching herself.

The boy was transfixed by her beauty in this moment. He gazed at her longingly. She was painfully, unattainably pretty. So utterly perfect. Every line and angle and feature of her face was arranged in perfect order as if it had been engineered. Her endlessly flowing locks of blond hair. Her pristine eyelashes. Her full pouty lips painted a perfectly-fitted lush red frame around her glistening, stainless white teeth. Her immaculate skin. It was as if she had come alive from the centerfold pages of a magazine for real men. And beyond this ethereal exterior she radiated a sexual spirit and energy that he could only dream of. She lived in the moment with spontaneity and a supreme confidence while he was timid, anxious, and neurotic.

As transfixed as he was on his Mommy, she was herself lost in the pictures of her potential real man suitor and her boy felt utterly invisible sitting next to her. He felt like he was at best being treated like Mommy’s girlfriend or some sort of asexual sidekick. But all these hurt feelings were betrayed by his body. His heart and mind burned with humiliation, but his little stubby swelled with excitement and wept precum tears that dabbed against his soft pink panties, forming an obvious wet spot. That wet spot undeniably proved his arousal and the humiliation of this arousal response to the humiliation only furthered the arousal. It was a vicious cycle. He “liked” having his feelings hurt no matter how much he wished he didn’t. The wet spot accumulated.

Mommy turned away from her phone and toward her boy, ready to deliver more lustful proclamations about her potential new real man conquest, but as she readied her words her eyes caught the burning red of embarrassment on her boy’s face. Her eyes then reflexively darted down to his lap.

“Oooooh sweetie.” She cooed gently in his ear with a hint of pity. “What’s that??” She pointed with a perfectly manicured extended finger to the boy’s frustrated stubby tucked behind the unmistakable growing wet spot. “What is that sweetie??” Her hint of pity turned to amusement on the verge of laughter.

“Sweetie you’re getting wet” she smirked, but kindly. She leaned closer toward her boy and her finger inched closer to the seeping spot on his panties. Just inches away, but she would never actually touch the boy. She had a sort of affection for him but to actually touch him in any way was repulsive to her, as if any physical contact with him might contaminate her perfection. A kissless virgin, his Mommy’s finger-pointing in this moment was the most physical intimacy with a woman he would ever experience.

“Sweetie you’re dripping through your panties…..and you’re going to act like this guy isn’t SO fucking hot?” She gently mocked. She held her phone to the boy’s face again, displaying the pictures of her real man conquest inches from his eyes. He was big. He was a hulk. Jet black. Massive rippling muscles on full display. Smiling with a carefree confidence not unlike his Mommy. The boy felt like a wilted wispy flower in comparison to this real man of power.

“Rub your clitty sweetie” she firmly instructed into the boy’s ear. “Do it like Mommy showed you. Two fingers. Gentle.” The boy was so aroused he could barely breathe. His right hand moved between his thighs. With two extended fingers he rubbed the tip of his little stubby through his panties. He felt the precum soaking onto his fingertips as he rubbed in slow gentle circles, staring into the pictures of his Mommy’s real man just inches in front of his face

“Goooood boy” she cooed in his ear. “Keep going.” His entire body was flushed with pleasure…..and a sort of emotional pain. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t breathe. He was melting inside as he rubbed away.

“Tell Mommy how fucking HOT the real man is” she instructed as she continued to hold the images to the boy’s face and he continued rubbing diligently.

“He’s SO fucking hot Mommy.” He gasped out, losing all defenses.

“Yesssss….” She smiled and exclaimed with enthusiasm. “Go on….”

“He’s SOOOO fucking hot Mommy! He’s SOOOO fucking hot!” The boy let out at the edge of euphoria. His entire body gave in to submission and radiated with pleasure as he rubbed away at himself. He felt like a woman in the throes of ecstasy with a real man. He felt like a sexy porn starlet in one of his favorite videos, eyes rolling back and toes curling while the real man thrusts away at her. His fingertips were now glazed in precum.

“Lick it. Lick the precummies for Mommy.” She gently instructed.

The boy raised his wet fingertips to his mouth. His eyes still fixated on the pictures of the real man before him. His tongue extended out to meet the slick and salty sensation of precum. He whispered a moan as he indulged.

“Good boy.” She stated in an almost professional tone. “Enough.”

The boy stopped himself and breathed heavily, almost panting as he rested his hand back down on his thigh. The blood slowly began to return to his mind and resume his senses.

“It’s ok if you think the real man is hot you know. You don’t have to be so shy and timid to say it sweetie.” His Mommy reassured him.

The boy’s heart sank as he understood the implication of her words. Did Mommy think him gay? Did he think the man was hot? He felt so confused. He knew his Mommy was the pinnacle of attractive to his eyes but what had he just done with himself staring at those pictures of the real man and feeling those feelings as he touched himself. Mommy had groomed him to have a confused sense of sexual identity and orientation. It was appropriate for him to be that way. It suited his physique and disposition and she was caring enough to accommodate that.

“Yes Mommy” he replied, still regaining his senses.

“He’s going to fuck Mommy sweetie. He’s going to fuck me tonight and you’re going to prepare the bed for us.” She teased.

Feel free to mock loser #6 for his pathetic cuckold phone sex fantasies.