“You weren’t there,” I remember how I became a mommy whore perfectly. My boy had been so disappointed that I’d missed his event. I hadn’t meant to, and I was struggling to figure out how to make it up to him in a way that would seem sincere. That was until his finger settled on my bare leg, his scowl looking down and turning a little more real. I was so young back then, a part of me wanted to push him away, to question him, in the end, I felt guilty enough that I let his fingers press into soft flesh. I used to be so strong, a workhorse, but he took me in at my softest, and he tempted me. “I wasn’t.” I agreed with shame, knowing whatever he wanted, I was going to give it to him. I figured he wanted a feel, maybe a warm hug that was a little more intimate than expected, I wasn’t expecting his hands to slip under my skirt and start playing with my newly twitching in surprise outer lips. I didn’t expect him to tempt me on the path toward a phone sex whore. “It was a big night. We’ve talked about it for, jeez, nearly two months.” He continued without pause, getting more insistent as his fingers began to stroke at me, and my shame only made me hotter. He saw me twitch, saw my cheeks flush, and felt me moisten against him almost instantly. I knew this was going to be something so much more than I’d expected. I didn’t push him away, I just looked ashamed and more than a little hot, my dripping lips speaking for me. “I’m sorry.” I repeated. “Things came up.”
“Yeah well now I’ve come up, think you have time for me?” I saw him push his pants down between his knees, and I knew exactly what he meant. “Please fuck me till you feel better.” I heard myself say, and I knew I’d entered a new world, I also knew I’d be a pregnant phone sex whore soon.
