My son called me last night for some mommy phone sex. Imagine that! He just started back to college and was bored and lonely, missing his momma. That always makes me smile; knowing he is missing me. We always talk for hours first. We just have that deep of a connection. We started drinking and I was smoking some Mary Jane, and the conversation took a wrong turn of sorts. I asked him if he had ever jacked off to cartoons. I told him that when I was younger, I had an odd attraction to Shaggy from Scooby Doo. I actually masturbated to images in my head of fucking Shaggy in the Mystery Van while getting high. After my son was done laughing, he said he always found Velma hot. He knew underneath that nerdy girl persona was a hot nasty whore. While we were exchanging stories, I googled this and sure enough the attraction to cartoons is a an actual fetish called Schediaphilia or Toonaphilia.
It doesn’t take me much to get worked up, especially when talking to my baby boy. I started to take off my clothes and get out my surrogate boy cock, when an idea hit me. I would take a sexy pic of myself trying to look like Velma. Ridiculous right? But, when I am high, the shit that goes through my horny head would amaze even the sickest perverts. This was tame in comparison to some of my other party shenanigans. I then found a pic of Velma as a sexpot and sent my son both pics as we continued to talk.
The moment the pics came through on his phone, he started laughing and then when he scrolled to my pic, he was like dang mom, you are way hotter than Velma. At that moment I started impaling my cunt with my dildo screaming my boy’s name. I could hear him wanking his dick and yelling for his mother to fuck him. I called him a mother fucker over and over. He is quite literally a mother fucker! With every thrust into my pussy, I moaned and screamed his name. I begged for his cum. Screamed I needed his sperm on my face. With every stroke of his hard throbbing shaft, he moaned “mommy.” The sound of him slapping his meat made my pussy wetter. I think my neighbors heard me screaming and I know with those thin dorm room walls, my son’s moans were heard and he was likely getting high fived. We both climaxed together, and over and over and over again. To think talking about Velma and Shaggy made us so hot and horny that we had phone sex for over 4 hours and came like 10 times each. The big comfy chair I sit in to talk to my offspring now smells of pussy. But, that’s not a bad thing.
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