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Subject: {ASSM} Carly Mom II by laurenmom (FF, no sex) (Mar 2008)
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Summary: Carly meets her friend Linda for coffee for the second time
in the same week. This time, Carly tells her friend about the phone
conversation
she had with her son Stephen, during which he convinced her to talk to
him
while he masturbated. And where had Stephen actually said he wanted to
put
that big erection he was playing with?

Adults Only

laurenmom@writeme.com

Story: Carly Mom II by laurenmom (FF no sex) (Mar 2008)

Several days had passed since Carly had the late evening phone
conversation with her son. She knew Stephen was having sexual and
other problems with his wife, but she never expected him to be so
frustrated that he would masturbate during a conversation with his own
mother. She didn't sleep much that night and couldn't stop thinking
about the whole thing the next day.

Stephen hadn't gotten back in town since leaving for New Orleans and
she hadn't spoken to him again since that night. They often talked by
phone while he was traveling, but this time, he didn't call, nor did
she.

"Why did he do that? Why did he want to talk to me while he did it?
Did it just happen? Maybe he just called to talk and he accidentally
got aroused and it had nothing to do with who he was talking to.
That's certainly happened to me. That makes sense. But what about what
he said near the end? I swear he said, 'I want to stick it in your
pussy.' But when I asked him, he said, 'Her pussy...his wife Paige's
pussy.' What the hell was that about?" These and other thoughts
flooded Carly's mind as she waited to again meet her friend Linda.

There was no one else Carly could talk to about this. Certainly not
her husband Paul. She had tried to get Paul to talk to Stephen about
his problems, Paul showed little or no interest. But even if Linda
might act a little wild, she was the only one Carly could trust with
this.

"So what's up, Honey?" Linda said as she joined Carly at their
favorite table. "We're not supposed to do this again until next week."

"I just needed to talk," Carly replied. "Thanks for coming on short
notice." Linda nodded. "Remember what I told you about Stephen and his
issues with Paige the other day?"

"Yea," Linda said. "He's not gettin' any! Is he having an affair?"

"Linda," Carly said. "Please be serious." Linda made an apologetic
face. Carly knew more jokes were still to come. "First of all, I asked
Paul to talk to him, like you mentioned. No luck. Then later that
night, Stephen called me on my cell phone. He was in New Orleans for a
few days."

"Yea?" Linda said. "So what did he say?"

"Well," Carly said, "He said he was lonely, he'd been drinking,
missing his wife, you know." Linda nodded again. "Then
he...uh...he..."

"He what, for crying out loud?" Linda's impatience was well known
among friends and colleagues alike.

"He started talking about sex," Carly said.

"What does that mean?" Linda asked.

"He started talking about Paige," Carly responded. "How she won't let
him see her naked any more, things like that."

"Yea?" Linda said. "What's the big deal about that?"

"That wasn't all he talked about," Carly said. "Then he said how much
he liked her body, what nice breasts she has."

"She does," Linda interrupted. "She has great tits and a great body
overall. She's hot and so's he. They should be doing it like rabbits."

"I know," Carly said. "But then it got more explicit." Linda's eyes
got wider. Carly had her attention and she leaned forward. "Then he
started talking about how many times they used to do it before they
got married, things like that."

"How many?" Linda asked. Carly knew that was coming.

"Does it really matter, Linda?" Carly asked.

"Hell yes, it matters," Linda said.

"Fine," Carly replied. "He said that sometimes before they were
married, they would do it as many as six times in one night."

"No WAY!" Linda said loudly. Carly gestured for her to keep her voice
down. "Six times?" Linda lowered her voice, but not very much. "Holy
cow! Six times. No wonder he's a little backed-up!"

"Please, Linda," Carly said. "Not so loud. Anyway, he's uh, he's not
really that backed-up any more."

"What does that mean?" Linda asked.

"He relieved his tension," Carly said. "Through our conversation."

"Carly," Linda said, more quietly now. "What the hell are you talking
about?" Carly paused to consider whether she really wanted to say what
she was about to say.

"He jerked himself off," Carly said.

"Well, no shit he jerks himself off," Linda said. "If he's not getting
it from his wife and he's not having an affair, he must jerk off all
the time. So what?"

"No," Carly continued. "He jerked himself off while we were talking."
Linda stared at Carly in silence.

"He...what?" she said.

"While we were talking," Carly said.

"You mean, like, you were talking and it sounded like maybe he got
turned-on and you thought he was touching himself," Linda said. "That
happens to me sometimes. It's no big deal."

"Linda," Carly said. "He masturbated while he was on the phone with me
and he asked me to talk to him about it." Linda stared again.

"Get, the fuck, out of here," Linda said, trying to contain herself.
"No WAY! NOOO WAAAYYY!"

"I'm serious," Carly said. "I heard him doing it and I asked him.
Instead of being embarrassed, he admitted it. Then he told me how
lonely he was, how much he needed it, and he asked me to keep talking
while he did it. I know he was more than half drunk at that point, but
still..."

"No shit," Linda said. "What did you do?" Her eyes were wide and her
mouth agape by now.

"I didn't know what to do," Carly said. "I felt so weird. But I felt
so bad for him. He said he hasn't done anything with Paige for six
weeks. So, I did it."

"Are you kidding me?" Linda said. "You talked to Stephen while he
jerked off. Are you fucking kidding me?" Carly pursed her lips and
shook her head. "Are you my little phone sex girl now?" Linda laughed
at this.

"Oh, stop it!" Carly said.

"No, really," Linda continued. "What did you say? You've gotta tell
me. What did you say?"

"Aahhhh," Carly exclaimed. "I don't know. Does it feel good, do you
like it, where do you want to stick it... You know, stuff like that."

"Un-Believable!" Linda said. "You talked to your adult son while he
jerked off!" Thankfully Linda was talking just above a whisper now.
"You're my hero!"

"What kind of a thing is that to say?" Carly asked. "I feel like a
fucking pervert!"

"You're both!" Linda exclaimed. "You're my perverted hero! That's so
great! You've done some wild things in your day, Sweetie. But this
takes the cake. And you heard him cum?" Carly lowered her head and
nodded in affirmation.

"Am I totally horrible?" she asked. "I mean, I'm sure it was just this
one, totally accidental time, because he was so lonely and away from
home, and because he was drinking."

"It probably was," Linda said. "Have you talked to him since then?"

"No," Carly replied. "I'm sure he's been busy on his trip and I
haven't wanted to call him. He gets back to night. I'm supposed to
meet him for lunch tomorrow."

"He probably just slept it off and doesn't even remember," Linda said.

"You're probably right," Carly said. "Good. That makes me feel better.
It's just this one thing that has me bothered."

"What's that?" Linda asked.

"Well," Carly continued, "Near the end, before he, you know..." Linda
smiled and nodded, indicating that she knew  Carly meant after Stephen
came. "Well, like I said, I asked him where he wanted to put it...you
know..."

"His cock. Right. I got it," Linda said. Carly rolled her eyes.

"Anyway, yes," she said. "I was just trying to be there for him and
help him feel better. So without thinking, I asked him where he wanted
to put it."

"Yea?" Linda said. "And?" Carly paused and inhaled.

"He said, "'...In your pussy.'"

"He did not," Linda said.

"I swear he did," Carly replied.

"No shit?" Linda said. "He said that? Are you sure you heard him
right? He said he wanted to fuck his mother?"

"He didn't say those words!" Carly said. "But I'm almost certain he
said, 'In your pussy.' Then I was so freaked out that I paused and
said, 'What did you say?'"

"And?" Linda said.

"He said," Carly continued, "'In her pussy...in Paige's pussy.'"

"Well," Linda said, "See? He said his wife. Not his mom. This is
pretty freaky, but it's not that freaky...is it?"

"What?" Carly said. "No! No! I'm sure you're right. I'm sure he just
got caught up in his loneliness, in being away from home, he was
drinking, and I was just the female on the other end of the phone.
There's nothing more to it than that. Nothing to be worried about.
Thanks so much for letting me get this out, Linda. You're such a great
friend."

"You don't sound all that convinced," Linda said. "Do you think he
really meant to say that?"

"He couldn't, could he?" Carly said. "He couldn't have said that. I'm
49 years old. I'm his damn mother! He couldn't say that. No matter how
horny he was. Right?"

"I honestly don't know, Sweetie," Linda replied. "I mean, I guess it
happens. The Oedipus thing isn't just a myth. I've heard about lots of
teenage boys jerking off into Mommy's underwear, watching her in the
shower and shit like that."

"Yes, but those are teenage boys," Carly said. "Stephen's 24 and
married."

"Yea, but you are one hot mom," Linda said. Carly looked at her and
shook her head to protest. "Don't give me that shit. You're beautiful
and you know it. I see how guys look at you. No one has any idea
you're even close to your age. You have a killer body. Probably better
than Paige."

"Oh, shut up!" Carly said. "You're the unbelievable one here!"

"I'm serious," Linda said. "You're one hot chick, Carly. No wonder
your son wants you. Hell, I'd fuck you!" This made both women laugh
out loud.

"Oh Linda," Carly said. "He does not want me! But what am I going to
do?"

"I think you should just pretend it didn't happen," Linda said. "Maybe
he doesn't even remember. Or if he does, he's probably too embarrassed
to ever bring it up again."

"You're probably right," Carly said. "That makes sense."

"But," Linda said, "If that's not all there is to it, if there ends up
being more to this story, I expect to hear every word." She smiled
slyly at Carly.

"I don't think there will be," Carly said, returning the smile. "But I
guess I'll find out at lunch tomorrow."

The two parted company and promised to be in touch soon. Carly left,
her mind planted firmly on her lunch date for the next day.

To Be Continued...

laurenmom@writeme.com

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