All characters in this story are at least eighteen years old.
Wrong Number
Part 3
Lisa looked a bit overwhelmed with the idea her son offered.
"Practice?"
"Before we get to that, do you think I never noticed what you were doing when you argued with me?" he asked his mother.
She was genuinely confused, "What do you mean?"
"I think you like being manhandled," he suggested.
She smirked at her son again, "What makes you think that?"
Greg took a dominant stance against his mother, "`Cause when I tell you how fuckin' ridiculous you're being sometimes," he began as his mother stood and approached him.
"What the fuck have I told you about cursing at me?" she predictably asked.
Greg took a chance and enacted his plan. He lunged at her and pushed her to the counter before spinning her around.
"Is this what you were provoking me for, Mom?" he asked as his fingers slowly wrapped around her neck.
"What are you doing, Greg?" she asked, knowing he thought this was how it was going to happen that night under the disguise of "practice".
"What I think you've been wanting for some time right, Mom?"
She jerked herself around and faced him, "We'll have your practice session tonight. What you just did, though, is what you will do at the start of the call."
Greg smiled widely at the realization that he was finally going to fuck the woman he'd been getting off to and that she understood his intentions for the evening and the next day. His thoughts of what the evening held for him took him away from reality for some time until his mother brought him back.
She cleared her throat loudly, "If I may have your attention, please."
He focused on her as he took in the new, delightful sight. She had opened her robe completely and was holding it behind her hands that were firmly placed on her hips. Greg went from one fantasy world to another where his mother stood naked before him once again.
"Good!" she said as she shrugged her robe off her shoulders. "I think it's your turn."
Greg looked dumbfounded and stood silent.
"Greg?" his mother prodded him.
He snapped back to his reality once again and began to remove his clothes. As he did, his mother began to lay out the plan.
"This is where everything will happen," she said as she waved her hand around the room. "We will start off looking like a confrontation is in place."
"It seems that does something for both of us," Greg interrupted.
She smirked at her son.
"It does. Then you will do just what you did earlier. Understand?"
Her son nodded and asked, "And then...?"
"Then you get what you've been asking me for all this time. You can have sex with me, Greg," she told him. "Now, we need to learn a bit about each other beside what we already know. Come with me to my room and we'll learn together."
Greg happily followed his mother to her room but was sadly disappointed when he got there.
"I know what you're thinking and unfortunately, tonight is not the night. Tonight we will learn about the intimate side of our lives so that tomorrow," she said, pausing purposefully for dramatic effect, "when the moment
does
come, we won't mess it up by learning."
They spent the first part of their evening exploring the mental side of their sexual lives. Lisa explained in great detail the sex life she experienced up until she and his father committed to start exploring sex with other people. She explained in equal detail the conversation that brought them into a new world of exploration. Greg laid out his minimal experience to his mother and seem embarrassed explaining it all to her.
The rest of the evening they explored each other's bodies. She would take his hand and show him where and how to touch her. She hid how much his touch was turning her on. In her head, she enjoyed being a woman in that moment. With the exception of her hardened nipples, which she could play off as a cold breeze, her heat was hidden from her son. Greg could not hide his. Lisa giggled as he tried to reciprocate holding her hand to his body where he enjoyed it.
She did not allow him to touch her mound but all he seemed to want her to do was touch his cock. While her hands ineffectively stroked him, he had a thought.
"What if it wasn't Dad we called tomorrow?"
She looked at him suspiciously.
"What if we get more details from him and called Monica instead?"
She thought for a moment, "That could work, too. We'll have to have a contingency plan just in case."
They went to their own beds that night and each of them thought about what might transpire the next day. She played every conceivable scenario in her head and fell asleep unsatisfied. On the other hand, he jerked his cock thinking of him sliding into his mother for the first time the next day.
The following morning, Lisa woke and took a long shower. Unlike the previous night, her thoughts drifted away from the methodology of the day, and she imagined the event that her son had built up in his mind to be the pinnacle of their relationship as mother and son.
"Is it so bad that I do this?" she thought as her hand slithered between her legs.
She used the detachable shower head to get herself off before she shaved herself clean and put on the outfit she intended to wear for their world premier video. She met her son in the kitchen where he had prepared breakfast and would start their day.
"Are you ready?" he asked his mother.
She sat at the table with her food and nodded at him as she began to eat her meal. He dialed his father's phone, and it rang several times before he picked up.
"Hello?" his father said quietly.
"I have an idea," Greg told him. He got no reply as he expected. He knew there would be some animosity between him and his father. "I need to know some more information about how Monica tried to blackmail you to know if it will work."
There was a long pause before he acknowledged his son with a simple grunt.
"Monica caught you with her daughter Lynn. What is she blackmailing you to do?"
His father cleared his throat, "It's simple, really," he started hesitantly. He went on to explain the circumstances of the situation he found himself in with great and unnecessary detail.
Lisa stared at her son with her mouth agape, unable to utter a word about what she just heard.
Greg put a finger up to his mother, indicating he had it covered.
"So, you were going to record us or something?"
Ray sighed loudly, "That was the plan."
"She was going to use that to manipulate you and possibly us?" Greg asked patiently.
"Yes."
Greg nodded to his mother, "Here's what's going to happen. We're going to go to where you are and we're going to call Monica. Does she use her phone to answer video calls?"
"She uses her laptop for Skype and obviously her phone for Facetime."
"Send me your location and we'll be there when we get there," Greg told his father before hanging up abruptly.
Lisa was impressed with her son's handling of every aspect of the situation. She also looked at him in a different light. She watched him closer than she had previously, and she could feel herself getting wet thinking of what was going to happen that day. The plans they laid out began to evolve in her head.
"Mom," Greg started before Lisa interrupted him.
"You've handled everything so smoothly until now. It's my turn. Go get changed. We're going there now."
He looked at his mother in confusion. He figured she was either eager to get it all over with or she had become just as eager as Greg was as the thought of mother and son finally having sex. He hurried into a new set of clothes and met his mother at the door.
"Everything that happens from this point forward is what I want. Keep that in mind," she told him as she took his hand and led him out the door to the car.
Ray was more than thirty minutes away, so she had plenty of time to ensure her son was all in on the new plan.
"You got it all?" she asked.
"Yep, sounds solid. You want to start it as soon as we walk in?"
Lisa stared at her son as he paid attention to the road. He turned to look at her and smiled, thinking she was admiring her child. In fact, she was building up the courage to take the next step. She stared at him a while longer before putting her hand on his knee. She slid her hand up his leg and watched the reaction on his face.
"It's so you can fuck me and not cum sooner than either of us want. We have a show to put on, right?" Lisa stated before continuing.
She ensured she spoke with absolute confidence despite being as nervous as a virgin on prom night. Lisa found the tab of her son's zipper and gently pulled on it.
"Mom," Greg whispered, trying to remain focused on the road.
She didn't answer him. When the zipper was as far down as she could get it, she reached up and yanked his undershirt from his pants. He could feel his cock growing while his mother fumbled trying to get it free. She finally opened the button and was able to snake her hand into the opening of his boxers and free his cock.
"Mom," he whispered again.
Lisa opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around her son's cock, taking most of it in her mouth. Her tongue slithered around his shaft as her lips traveled toward the base of it. She wrapped her fingers around the base and bobbed her head up and down.
"Oh, fuck," Greg grunted.
His mother took her mouth away from her son's cock, "Pay attention to the road. If you're going to cum, do it in my mouth, okay?"
He looked down at her as if to verify what he heard was what she said.
