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Mommy C (twisting her phone against her chest, grinning and shifting against the sheets): Oh, don’t tease. It’s just… our AJ gets so specific about what he wants to do to me. It’s hard not to get all fluttery down there when he’s typing all that dirty stuff.

Husband (rolling onto his side, propping his head up on his hand, nodding at her phone): Flustered just talking about it, huh? What’d he say this time that got you all worked up? Bet he’s still going on about that bush you won’t shave. C’mon, tell me - would you have put something sexier on if he was here right now, instead of those old shorts?

Mommy C (blushing, swatting his arm): Stop, it’s not like that. Yeah… okay, maybe. I wouldn’t be wearing these shorts, that’s for sure, though they feel so soft and cozy. Something loose, maybe? Something that would slip easy if he happened to brush up against me. But nothing too obvious - I don't want him knowing I’m so ready for him before he even touches me.

Husband (smirking, sliding a hand down her thigh under the covers): Bet he’d lose his mind if he caught a glimpse of you like this, all hot and bothered just from chatting. What do you wish the boy would do first if he was here, in this bed with us? You gonna let him kneel down and get that first taste he’s always begging for?

Mommy C (breathing a little heavier, leaning into his touch): No. I want to feel his fingers first. And I want to feel his unshaved chin on my face, as he kisses Mommy for the first time. I have a feeling he is a kisser.

Husband (finding her spot from over her shorts): So you want your boy to get you wet first? See how wet you are - your shorts are all damp even thinking and telling me about this.

Mommy C (heavier breathing, blushing): Mmmm, yeah. My boy’s been talking about me riding his face for weeks. I’d… I’d lean back, hold his head, make him take his time. He’d be so eager, too, all excited ‘cause he’ll finally see me all waiting. Can you imagine? He’d probably get his first cum done in his pants just from his fingers touching me, wouldn’t he? And you, Mr C, you would want to see all this, won't you?

Husband (chuckling, rubbing slow circles just over the top of her shorts): You know I would! What after that? You gonna let him lick you like he keeps asking? Tongue you up like he wants, leave you leaking all over the sheets while I watch for this chair here?

Mommy C (whispering, pressing her hips into his hand): Yes honey. But my inner thighs first - you know how ticklish I get there, and how much I love it. I keep my top on - keep him hungry for Mommy's nipples. Make my boy slowly work up to the top, just like he’s always fantasizing about. He’d be so gentle at first, then he’d get rougher once he knows I love it too… Oh, stop with your fingers! You’ll make me cum just thinking about my boy's mouth on me, just talking about it.

Husband (pulling his hand back, grinning): Go on then. Text your boy. Tell him what we’re talking about. Tell him exactly what he’d get to do to you if he was here right now. He’ll be stroking his big cock to his Mommy for a week.

Mommy C (already unlocking her phone, cheeks still pink): Fine, you’re the one who encouraged this. Don’t blame me when I’m too horny - I will be so loud.