A Call With Mom Ends With A Dick In My Ass
Free Use Fun With Ellie and Paul
When we get back to our room, I strip down, and am about to head to the shower. My mother’s ring tone stops me dead in my tracks. I let out a heavy sigh. I am not in the mood to listen to her endlessly prattle on. Then there is the fact that I am worn out from all the fun I had aboard the Salty Dog and am not sure I can handle another orgasm right now.
Ever since I gave Paul a week-end of free use, he has had a perverse obsession with making me come whenever I talk to my mom on the phone. I know it is juvenile behavior and probably should put an end to it. But I find his eating my pussy a much more pleasurable experience than listening to Mom go on for 20 minutes, telling about some distant cousin whom I have never met and the hardship that befell her while on vacation 30 years ago.
I consider ignoring the phone and calling her back when I am alone. But I know that if I do not answer, she will just call back convinced that I am in mortal danger. Before I can decide what to do, Paul snatches up the phone and answers. I give out a long sigh. Familiar with the routine by now, I lie down on the bed and spread my thighs, holding out my hand for the phone.
But Paul is in a chatty mood today. “Hello Helen. I don’t know that I thanked you yet for the beautiful wedding…
