Wrong Number Ch. 13-17
Wrong Number
Chapter Thirteen
All things considered, the next few days went by as they normally would have. Greg’s parents came and went while he focused on his job search. His focus was on the search, but his thoughts often went back to his mother and the picture she sent him. In his mind, the game wasn’t over and as far as he knew, the spot in the bigger picture his mother told him about was still unfilled.
He stared at the picture of his nude mother as questions without answers lingered in his mind. Instead of masturbating to her again, he decided he wanted more answers.
“Mom,” he texted Lisa.
“Yes, baby?” she replied.
“Does Dad know what you’ve been doing?”
Her reply came after several minutes, “No.”
He felt she wasn’t being honest with him.
“Why did he come and get me when you were upset the other day?”
That was the last text he got. It wasn’t marked at read and he knew she didn’t turn off her read receipts. He reluctantly went back to his job search and eventually to his video games. Time drifted away from him and before he realized he had wasted hours playing, another text came in.
“Stay in your room until I call you, ok?”
He ran to the window and found his mother’s car already in the driveway. He looked at the time and realized she was home early.
“Why?” he responded, smirking to himself.
“I said so, how about that?”
His smirk disappeared. That was a phrase he grew up hearing her say in the direst of circumstances. He knew not to push her buttons when any iteration of the phrase “I said so” was uttered to him.
“Ok,” he responded.
She responded quickly with a winking emoji just after he heard the front door shut. He listened to her walk past his room and close her bedroom door. Not ten minutes later, he received another text.
“Go sit in the living room. I’ll be out in a minute.”
He rolled his eyes as he put his phone down and did as she asked. He hoped all the drama would result in him knowing more about what had been going on and if it would continue. He waited impatiently until he heard the squeak of her door as it opened.
“Are you in the living room?” she shouted from her door.
“Yes!”
Nothing more was said until she walked into the room. She dressed up for her son in an effort to regain the upper hand and move forward. She entered the room in khaki shorts and an oversized white undershirt. As soon as she sat, she removed the shirt, exposing her breasts to her son.
“I believe this is what you asked for the other day in the shower?”
He was staring at her chest and didn’t hear a single word she said. She smiled widely at his immature response to her boobs being exposed. Her arm cupped a single breast and her hand wedged between them, pointing to her face. He blinked himself back to reality and apologized for staring.
“This is what you were asking for the other day? ‘Live action nudity,’ if I recall correctly.”
He simply nodded, struggling to keep his eyes on hers.
“You asked me why your father came to get you? I don’t know,” she lied.
He allowed his eyes to drift to her chest as he responded, “Seems odd he would come get me when you were upset.”
She put one arm along the length of the back of the couch while her other hand began to toy with one of her nipples.
“Is this what you really want to talk about?” she asked, trying to divert his line of questioning.
“Yes,” he bluntly stated.
She was put off by his insistence to that line of questioning but allowed it.
“He tried to calm me, but I wouldn’t answer his questions. I supposed he came to get you because you had been in the house before him,” she lied again.
He thought for a moment, “He was with you when Monica said she had sex with her son?”
Lisa nodded.
“…and he doesn’t know what you’re doing?”
She shook her head, “Nope.”
He slouched a little while still practically drooling over his mother’s bare breasts. He considered every word she said.
“Will he eventually know?”
She leaned against him, letting her breast touch his arm, “Do you want him to?”
Chapter Fourteen
Greg didn’t answer her. He was caught up in the moment and Lisa knew she pulled her son’s strings once again. She looked down at the tent in his pants.
“You can take that out if you want,” she whispered in his ear.
He turned to look at her.
“No, don’t turn your head. Listen to the things I say to you.”
He unzipped his pants.
“If you want this to continue, you will listen to everything I have to say. Understand?”
He nodded as he began to stroke himself.
“There’s two paths we can take moving forward. The first is that we watch Monica and her son have sex.”
When she paused, he knew it was time to ask questions.
“Like, in front of us?”
“Yes.”
She knew he would pick that option. It seemed to her that he would imagine it more of an opportunity for him.
“If not her, then maybe Monica,” she imagined him thinking. She just needed to arrange it.
He went to speak but she interrupted him, manisa escort “The second option is I can inform your father what’s going on and you could watch us.”
She already knew her husband would enjoy a voyeur watching them. She pressed her breasts against his arm and could feel them jiggle as he stroked his cock.
“Can you take off your shorts, Mom?”
Everything was falling into place. Every inch of ground she lost in the shower was hers again.
“Will you cum for me if I do that for you?”
He simply nodded.
She got off the couch and stood in front of him. He looked her over and decided he had never seen a more beautiful sight.
“Go ahead. Unbutton them and pull them down,” she whispered to him as she watched the precum begin to drip down the underside of his cock onto his fingers.
He eagerly leaned forward and went straight for the button.
“No,” she said putting her hand on his, “you get to touch me a little, first.”
She took his hands and placed them on her bare skin above her hips and moved them around.
“Caress me before you go straight to your goal.”
He moved his hands over his mother’s stomach, down her hips and over her smooth legs.
“Beautiful,” he muttered to himself as he began to slide his hands up her shorts.
She slapped his hand, “Nuh-uh, mister.”
He looked up at her and grinned as his hands went to the button of her shorts and he slowly undid them. He held the waist band and unzipped them only to find she wore no panties.
“Do you like that I’m not wearing panties for you?”
“Yes.”
She grabbed his hands and pushed them down, allowing her shorts to go with them. When they were at her feet, she kicked them to the side and spread her legs slightly. Her hands roamed over her own body as her son resumed his masturbation.
“I want you so bad, Mom.”
“I know, baby, but now is not the time.”
“When?” he asked desperately.
“You’ll know when I know. That’s how it has to be. Now, cum for me Greg.”
He leaned back to take her all in as she swayed her hips slowly side to side.
“Imagine your cock sliding inside me while my breasts are pressed against your face,” she said, cupping one of her tits in her hand.
Greg groaned approvingly. He wasn’t cumming as fast as she thought he would.
“Did you cum already today?”
“I was looking at your picture this morning in bed,” he admitted.
“Here I am now, baby, you don’t need that anymore.”
He pace quickened as he felt his orgasm begin.
“I’m gonna cum,” he whispered.
His hips lifted up off the couch and Lisa got on her knees in front of him.
“Point it toward these,” she said, cupping both her breasts in her hands.
He pointed his cock toward her chest and shot his first load in the middle of her breasts.
“Yes, baby. Give me more.”
Several gobs of cum later, she stood up and let him see it run between her breasts and down her stomach.
“I can cum again,” he told her as he continued stroking.
“That’s enough now. I need you to tell me how you want to move forward.”
He didn’t need to think about it, “I want to watch Monica and her son.”
“I thought so,” she said with a wink.
Chapter Fifteen
Greg went to clean up while his mother gathered her clothes and went to shower.
“I wonder if Monica and her son would be up for demonstrating the joy they share,” she wondered to herself smiling.
She knew that witnessing that event would be what she needed to take Greg into her arms intimately for the first time and know it would be ok. She was happy to be in control again and even more delighted that she would be able to experience the joy that Monica repeatedly expressed that night about mother-son love making.
As Lisa showered, she became increasingly overjoyed at the idea of experiencing what her husband’s lover described at the ultimate sexual adventure. She eagerly finished and didn’t bother getting dressed. She laid in her bed naked and picked up her phone to call Monica. As she dialed the number with one hand, she allowed her other hand to roam her body starting with her nipples.
“Hi, Monica!” Lisa said as her hand began to drift down her body.
“Hey, Lisa, what’s going on?” she said with some hesitation in her tone.
Lisa ran her fingers through the limited pubic hair she had on her mound, “I was just calling to see what’s going on,” she lied.
“Oh, things are good. Your husband stopped by this morning before work,” she said.
Lisa rolled her eyes, “Yeah, did you two get a good fuck in before he went to work?”
She didn’t mind her husband going to Monica for a fuck once in a while, but she didn’t know why he never mentioned when he would be going to her. She thought their sex life would be enough for him that he wouldn’t have to go to his whore in secret.
“It’s good to have some dick first thing in the morning, especially from someone who comes over just to deliver that to you,” she said.
“She’s rubbing that in my fucking face,” Lisa thought.
“I bet. He sometimes gives manisa escort bayan me a good fuck before work as well,” she lied.
Monica moaned lightly.
“Speaking of moaning,” Lisa said, “You know what I’ve been getting off on lately?”
Monica made a sound indicating she didn’t know. She sounded preoccupied.
“Remember when you said fucking your son was the best thing ever?” Lisa said as her finger dipped between her inner lips.
“Oh yeah,” Monica whispered.
“I’m rubbing my pussy right now thinking of Greg’s dick sliding in and out of my pussy.”
“Oh, fuck,” Monica grunted.
“Are you rubbing your pussy, too?” Lisa asked.
“Mm-Hmm,” Monica groaned.
“Me too. I’ve teased him a lot lately,” Lisa said without revealing too much.
Monica cooed into the phone, “I bet he wants to fuck mommy.”
“Mommy wants to fuck him,” she admitted.
“That would be so hot,” Monica groaned.
Lisa opened her eyes wide in panic.
“Watching me and Greg fuck?” she asked hesitantly.
“Watching a mother and son fuck period,” Monica announced.
“Might be better than you fucking Tyler,” Lisa offered.
Monica’s tone seemed to dramatically change, “We never actually had sex, Lisa.”
Lisa froze in terror, “You said you did?”
“It’s a fantasy, Darling!” Monica mused.
Lisa was unable to pleasure herself any longer with the new truth being announced. She started everything with Greg with the understanding she would have a partner in crime. She was now too far into her mother-son exploration to stop and had nobody to back her up.
“Of course, it is,” she said apprehensively.
Monica picked up on it.
“Are you fucking your son?” Monica asked aggressively.
Lisa lost her way once again. She had no idea how to move forward in such a situation. She decided to deny everything and at least satiate Monica before trying to figure out how to go forward considering what she had done already.
“Of course not,” Lisa declared, “You put that fantasy in my head and I’ve been enjoying it since.”
Lisa made a moaning sound into her phone to keep up appearances.
“It’s delightful isn’t it? I want to cum just thinking about it.”
Lisa pushed past the awkwardness and continued to rub her pussy, “I want to feel his cock in me, Monica.”
Monica’s voice shook as she tried to mask her orgasm, “It will feel so good!”
“Cum for me, baby,” Lisa said as she felt her own orgasm approach.
Lisa threw aside all her inhibitions and determined she was going to fuck her son no matter what.
Chapter Sixteen
“I’m going to cum,” Lisa said without regard to Monica’s orgasmic status.
Lisa’s body began to shake as she imagined her son’s cock plowing in and out of her pussy.
“Fuck me, Greg! Fuck me!” she absent-mindedly said.
“You want his cock in you, don’t you?” Monica aked.
Lisa noted a lack of orgasmic bliss in Monica’s tone, “Cum with me,” she said as she reached the peak of her own orgasm.
“I already came, love,” she lied.
Lisa rode out the remainder of her orgasm. All her apprehensions came flooding back to her. She breathed heavily into the phone, “It’s a great fantasy.”
“It is. Whenever I have a hard time cumming, I think of a young man fucking me,” Monica said.
Just as Monica continued to reveal the lies she spread before, Lisa’s husband entered the room. He stopped cold in the doorway watching his wife revel in her post-orgasmic bliss. He noted something was off and his face contorted, displaying the confusion.
Lisa held up a finger, indicating he should not say anything, “Have you thought of Tyler fucking you?”
Her husband looked even more confused as Lisa posed her question.
“If I’ve thought of it, it was simply to get through to a stubborn orgasm,” Monica said plainly.
Lisa finally recovered from her orgasm, “I thought you were being serious when you said you and Tyler had sex.”
“Darling, that was just fantasy!” she said again, mocking Lisa.
Lisa’s face lost all its color again being reminded of the truth. She was speechless, pulling the phone from her ear and staring at the screen.
“What?” her husband asked quietly.
“Of course, it is!” she managed to get out without revealing the betrayal she felt.
“It’s a good one, though,” Monica added.
“It is. My husband just got home so I’m going to let you go,” Lisa said, still trying to come to grips with the reality of what just happened.
“Ok, see ya!”
Lisa hung up the phone and gently laid it on her naked chest before she began to cry. Her husband approached her and sat next to her on the bed.
“What happened?” he asked thoughtfully.
“She told me it was all just a fantasy and I thought it was real!” his wife cried.
He looked just as confused, “She never did it with her Tyler?”
She shook her head violently, “No! I’ve fucked it all up again! I knew I shouldn’t have started anything!”
He petted her hair, trying to calm her down.
“What’s the harm in just going for it?” he asked.
She escort manisa sobbed a bit longer before answering her husband, “If it’s going to happen, he’s going to have to be the one to do it. I can’t.”
She sniffled and sobbed lightly to herself, “I’m going to sleep. I can’t see him anymore tonight.”
“Do you want me to do anything to help him along?” he asked.
She sat partially up and glared at him, “You mean do I want you to go tell him he should make a move and fuck me?”
He instantly regretted his question, “It was just a question.”
“It was a shitty one,” she said, rolling over.
He eventually got up and showered in the master bathroom, giving his wife time to fall asleep. When he was done, she had pulled the covers over her and was fast asleep. He put on some night clothes and took his phone to the living room where he plopped down on the cushion and turned on the TV. He didn’t bother paying attention to what channel it was. Instead, he pulled out his phone.
“She didn’t take what you said very well. She won’t continue unless Greg starts something with her and I think it would have to be the final act. No more games,” he sent Monica in a text.
Minutes went by before his mistress responded, “Sounds like you need to have a little talk with him.”
“I will. I wasn’t expecting her to call you tonight.”
“Neither was I. I didn’t have much time to make sure my happy face was on,” she replied.
She smirked at his phone, “Everything will be over soon.”
“Then we can fuck whenever we want!” she replied excitedly.
“Yeah! Then maybe I’ll actually give you those good morning fucks.”
Monica replied simply with a mischievous emoji before he locked his phone.
He started to flip the channel when Greg announced, “What’s going to be over soon, Dad?”
Chapter Seventeen
His father spun around in his seat quickly and looked almost as pale as Lisa did when she realized Monica never slept with her son.
“What do you mean?” he asked, hoping his son didn’t see everything.
Greg huffed at his father before coming around to sit opposite him in the love seat.
“I saw the while exchange, Dad. Why are you setting Mom up?” he inquired angrily.
“I’m not setting her up at all!” he responded defensively.
Greg opened the photos on his phone and began reading from the picture he took oh his father’s phone.
“Stop! I know what I wrote.”
“Then explain it to me and tell me how you’re not setting up my Mother!”
He stared at his son for a long time becoming angry himself, “You won’t understand!”
“Maybe if you put it into small words,” he said making a tiny gesture with his fingers, “I might get it.”
He didn’t respond despite becoming enraged at his son’s arrogance.
“Fine, I’ll ask questions and you can try to answer them,” he said continuing his condescending tone.
“Why was Mom upset in her room?”
His father leaned back in his seat, “Monica told her she didn’t actually have sex with her son.”
Greg’s appearance remained unphased by that information, “Why did she say she did?”
There was a long pause while his father searched for an answer, “It was fantasy. One day you’ll know what pillow talk is.”
“Don’t fucking start! That is not what’s going on here!” he loudly demanded. “Tell me why you’re pushing Mom to get close with me.”
“I’m not pushing her,” he responded quickly and with some remorse in his tone.
Greg looked at his phone again and began to read, “…and I think it will have to be the final act. What exactly is that supposed to mean. Mom said you two had a gran plan and that I was a part of it. Monica didn’t simply offer that idea up on her own, did she?”
Greg hadn’t put all the pieces together but the more he accused his father of something sinister, the more he began to see what could have been happening.
“That’s ridiculous. What other reason could she have for saying that? Either she did and it was a fantasy she wanted us to go for or it was pillow talk. There’s no other possibility.”
Greg thought about what he could have been missing when something dawned on him, “No? What is happening, then that will ‘soon be over,'” he said reading into his phone again. “You’re setting Mom up for something bad and I want to know what it is.”
His father shook his head and snickered at him, “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Greg was instantly enraged and lunged toward his father, snatching his phone from his lap, “Maybe this will have some answers.” His father began to grab him and fight for the phone.
“If you have nothing to hide,” Greg said loudly, dodging every attempt by his father to subdue him, “then why are you fighting me for it.”
Greg was taller and in better shape than his father. It wasn’t child’s play keeping him at bay, but it wasn’t strenuous. He eventually got tired of messing around.
“STOP IT!” he yelled loudly at his father. His voice echoed through the entire house. “Now, Mom is going to get up and you’re going to tell her what you refused to tell me!”
He chuckled to himself as he watched fear enter his father. He’d never seen that man afraid of anything and he knew whatever plans he had made with Monica were close, if not completely ruined. Sure enough, only a minute went by before Lisa came running from her room, tying her robe close together as she entered the living room.