I pull my husband's finger out of my pussy, get off the couch and away from the loud TV, hoping to make sense of the incoherent voice on the other end of the call.
"What did you say?" I say.
"Who's that, Lily?" my husband asks.
"It's our son's girlfriend, but I can't understand what she's saying. Wait..." As the realization of what I'm hearing dawns on me, I roll my eyes and walk back to the couch.
My husband lowers the TV volume, and gives me a worried look.
"They're fucking," I say, smiling.
My husband chuckles, shaking his head, and returns to watching the football. I slump down beside him and pull his hand to stuff his finger back where it belongs. My husband wiggles his finger inside my pussy. Despite the TV volume now back up, it felt like background noise. My full attention is on the ragged breaths and moans and groans of my son and his girlfriend.
"You pussy feels so good. Fuck!" I hear my son say.
"Uh huh, you like it, baby?" his girlfriend says.
"I love it."
"Then fill me, baby. Please cum in me," his girlfriend begs. "You promised I can have it today. Don't you want to pump your slut full of your hot cum?"
The desperation in her voice was palpable. I smile, and slowly start gyrating my hips against my husband's hand, who takes the clue and inserts another finger in my pussy.
My son groans. "I want to, baby...I told you to... call my mom..."
"Oh shit!" his girlfriend says. "I forgot I already called her." The rhythmic moans and groans pauses, replaced with rustling and playful shrieks, but only for a few heartbeats, then the fucking sounds resumes. "Mrs. Wall? You there..."
"I'm here," I say, grinning.
"Mrs. Wall... I... I really need his cum."
"Is he--" I start, but she interrupts.
"Please let him cum in me... I need his cum... I need his cum..." She keeps repeating.
I'm sure she is drifting back to the land of sexual pleasure. "Is he wearing a condom?"
A mix of jumbled words come through. But it was enough to gather the answer is "No."
Usually my answer would also be "No". My son and his girlfriend are both twenty, too young to be parents. But today, I hesitate.
"Please Mrs. Wall," his girlfriend says through panting breaths. "I've had him cum all over me so many times, but never inside me... I'm desperate, Mrs. Wall... I'll do anything... I'll owe you one... I'm bonded to my twin brother. I'll send him to you if you want... anytime. Please just let me feel you son filling my pussy."
I wish I was there, in the room with the two fuckbirds, watching their sweaty bodies slap against each other. I wish I could see my son's girlfriend's begging up close. The more I imagine the scene, the more I want to let my son cum inside his girlfriend.
My husband, sensing my thoughts, glances at me. "Do they sound like they're having fun?" he asks.
I nod, biting my lower lip.
"Are you on pills?" I ask into the phone.
"No..." Their fucking turns this one word into multi syllable word with panting in between.
"Let me talk to my son."
Some more panting and flesh slapping later, I hear my son's voice.
"Mom, make me cum..."