Matt paused his monologue. “And now for a word from our sponsors!” he said in a TV announcer’s voice. “Brawny paper towels are super absorbent! They soak up twice as much cum as the other brands! Keep them handy so you don’t ruin Grandma’s Afghan.”
Adam laughed. “Busted! Okay, hold on a minute while I get some paper towels.”
A minute later he was back. “Now, where were we?”
“I was nuzzling your taint, teasing your hole.”
“Well hurry up,” Adam said. “It’s 8:40p.m. Mom and dad could be home anytime. And you and I both have to finish before then.”
Matt resumed. “I grab your ankles. I’m on my knees between your legs. My cock is dripping pre-cum. Your hole is slick with my spit. I push down on your ankles, forcing your ass up towards my cock…”
Matt heard Adam’s frenzied stroking and moaning.
“I tease your hole with my cock, bumping it, then pulling back.”
“Stop with the teasing,” Adam groaned. “Stick it in already!”
“I press my cockhead against your hole. I watch your eyes as it squeezes in, making sure you’re not in pain—”
“—You can skip that part, too,” Adam said. “This is phone sex. I’m not in pain.”
Matt smiled. “Fine then. I shove my cock in your tight, virgin hole. It’s a snug fit. I push in until I can feel your briar patch tickling my balls.”
Before I start pounding you, I bend over and kiss your lips. I whisper your name.”
That was all it took.
“I’m CUMMING!” Adam yelped in surprise, then whimpered.
Gasped.
“Oh shit! It’s everywhere! It’s running down my side, towards the Afghan! There’s a big puddle in my belly button! And these paper towels aren’t Brawny!”
“If I were there, I could help by lapping it up,” Matt offered.
“Stop talking,” Adam begged. “You’re not helping here. When you mentioned lapping up my cum, my cock just burped out more. It won’t stop! Every time I let go of it to try and mop up this mess, it spits out more!”
Matt laughed.
“SHIT! THEY’RE HOME!” Adam hissed. “I just heard the car pull up! What do I do?”
“Set the phone down. Clean up what you can. Stuff the paper towels under the couch, far enough back that they won’t see them. You can retrieve them later. Then curl up on the couch to hide your boner, and talk to me as if nothing has happened.”
Matt heard a clatter as the phone dropped. Heard frantic shuffling and rustling. His own boner shriveled into a lube-slicked worm.
“Hi mom! Hi dad,” Adam squeaked.
“You sound nervous,” Matt whispered.
“Hi honey!” said Call-me-Janet. “Who’s on the phone with you?”
“Just Matt.”
“Hi Matt!” said Call-me-Janet.
“Ask her what you should use to remove cum stains from Afghans,” Matt teased.
“Matt says ‘hi,’” Adam said to his mother.
