We began publishing an ode to mommy phone sex the other day, and apparently we made a grave mistake. We gave the title of biggest mommy phone sex fan to someone who hasn’t “proven” themselves- at least in the eyes of you secret fan boys who have dubbed yourselves a competitor in the theoretical race for biggest mom sex lover around. Insert huge mea culpa, but what is it a mother tells her competitive children every single time it becomes a point of contention?
“We love you all equally!”
And it’s true- we all know that our mama’s boys are each special in their own magical way. Let’s not let that get in the way of continuing our profession of love for the amazing artform that is, well, mommy phone sex!
Part Two: (see here for part one)
These feelings, they complicate things. The tingle starts to sear and then I know what it means. I feel myself growing ready, wanting my mommy. I want to play, to touch my dinky, but there’s one rule that I must obey as in life: I must ask mommy.
It’s hard to wait to ask permission, but why call my mommy if to be disobedient? Do I want punishment? Do I need mommy to be mean to me? Do I need diapering? What day is it?
As though my urges are controlled by the day. I wish! But I call, I wait, and I wonder- and I finish as I once began. Trembling.
-Hope you guys love it as much as I love you girls!
Of course we do! Of course we do.
