Monday Moaning .. Red Panties Diary .. lustful Moment ... Short Story written in prose

Body lazily stretch across the couch,

While his eyes stared at movement on the TV,

His face suddenly became flush,

Sensations of urgency rushed through his body,

A deep ache ballooned his affliction, and spread through his loins,

Weight of redemption rested on his thigh,

Then he heard it, his demon speaking on the phone in the distance

Yes mother, bla-bla- bla,

Ok mother , bla-bla-bla,

That's right mother, he-he-he,

His patients waited
And waited, and waited

Body ached,

Redemption of release plagued him,

His feet supported him across the room

Enter the bedroom he does, 

Stretched across the bed facing him was she,

The view of her low valley attracted his eyes,

The firm roundness of her bosom resting on the bed, enticed a low moan in his throat,

The curves of her thick hips, 

Made his ache deeply pulsate

He stood where she could see him,

He stood in a way she could see his predicament

Her eyes slowly traveled up his body, she wet her lips and smiled at him, 

A smile that was happy to see he was thinking of her,

But her voice kept speaking into the small cell phone, that was speaking into her mother ear

His body slowly wondered behind hers,

His hands softly roamed upward on her legs,

Stopping to massage the firm smooth roundness of her buttocks,

A soft moan escape between her words, but her words kept flowing into the phone

Skirt hem lifted,

Fingertips follow the elastic trail of her red panties,

Then slipped underneath the bottom, and gently teased the moist opening of her hidden den

Voice gasped,

Legs flex tight,

Stop it softly floated towards him,

After a deep breath, words again flowed into the small phone

Pride became deflated,

But lust for his demon, urged him on

Panties slide quickly over round mounds,

They are rolled into the middle of her creamy thick thighs,

Bed mattress move, but her voice kept conversing to her dear mother

Heat of his affliction was felt pushing up against to her gate opening,

The thought of him daring to enter her moisten den at that precise moment, was erased with her voice gasping out loud at the sensations pouring into her womb, 

She deeply moaned into the phone, as the head of his affliction speared half deep into the root of her den

"What was that you said dear", was heard coming from the phone,

Mo-mo-mother, I hav to ca-call you bac-back, was heard

Phone laid down,

But forgotten to be turned off

"Oh gu-gud", she moaned as his affliction pushed deeper into her tight pink orifice,

"OOh baby", you're hurting me she screamed, as deep thrust, after deep thrust, rushed unto her weeping den,

"Ohh-Ohh" pushed into the air, as hands grasp the sheets, while deep penetrating sensations rocked her world,

Don't stop baby, don't stop, she moaned, as he reposition his body on top of the roundness of her buttocks

Audible moans followed audible groans, as his hard mass ravished the pink walls of her den,

Each hard thrust enticed an sexual grunt from her lungs,

When his hands gripped her hips and pulled them into each of his hips deep gyrations, she cursed his name, she cursed the bed she was in, she cursed her dear mother, she curse the air she was breathing, for being there

Balls popping, 

Dick sloshing, in wet tightness filled not only the air, but slipped into the ear on the end of the small unattended phone,

Sounds of the bed board bouncing off the wall was heard,

As her body rocked up and down like a old worn out rag doll

I'm cumin', I'm cumin', she screamed a moment before a low howling man lunging grunt, flushed into the air, 

It was followed by more random cursing, as his hot white seed filled the space in her womb dark pink depths

Her head rested on the bed, 

Her firm bosom resembled doing push ups, as it pushed her upper body down and up on the mattress, 

She felt the dead weight of him, resting on top of her butt,

Strange sounds were heard trickling from her unattended cell phone,

She quickly picked it up

"Mother"?

"Mother", she half spoke into the cell phone,

But all she could hear,

Was the coming of her mother's moans...

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