Phonesex With Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
My son came home from school today, and I knew it was time. So I asked him to come and sit with me as I rested on the couch, flipping through a glamour magazine. His thin frame and long hair would make a lovely foundation for my final plans.
He leaned in close, such a sweet boy, and asked how I was doing. I kissed his forehead and ran my fingers through his long blonde hair. “I was thinking about how soft you are, baby. Not like the other boys your age.” His face wrinkled and fell, but he nodded. It was time for some Mother-daughter bonding.
Mother-Daughter Bonding Phonesex
I pushed his hair from his face and lifted her chin. “It’s okay. Mommy likes you like this. So pretty and soft. Almost feminine.”
“No, Mommy! I’m a boy!” He stood up and put his hands on his hips. I flipped the magazine pages and stopped on a silky page with a perfect male specimen. I pointed to the man’s abs and rubbed my fingertip down to the bulk of his speedo.
“But you like things other girls like, right?” Her feet shifted, and she played with the hem of her tee-shirt. A single shoulder shrugging, and I knew I was right. “You don’t have to deny it anymore, baby girl. This is what Mommy wants for you.”
I stand up and take her by the hand. Leading her into my bedroom, where I’ve laid out a pretty dress and breast forms. Her nervous laugh makes me giggle with her. “Oh, Mommy.” She squirmed against my hand, holding hers. Trying to back away from her new truth.
“It’s just a little Mother-daughter bonding to make you feel like your best you, okay?”
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270