I’d Like to See Him Try (mildly furry)

I’d Like to See Him Try

She held the phone out in front of her. The video call had been going on for about a full minute 

now, but very little was being said. Her very large and lovely tits were exposed, mostly. She

 hadn’t been wearing a bra, and the man behind her had pulled her top down over them putting 

them on full display. But, the phone only caught glimpses of this. A quick flash of accidental 

nipple here and there, since the camera was angled… lower, than that. 

Her breathing was probably best described as “panting”. She was soaked with the feeling of 

pleasure, and the pulsing and throbbing was that was taking place inside her body made it as 

hard to think or talk as it did to focus long enough to take a proper breath. 

What the camera COULD see, was that she had not worn panties that day, and her skirt was 

pulled up so high it looked like a thin sash, meant only to cover her belly button. At the very edges 

of its view, one could make out huge, strong hands, gripping her thighs, and forcibly spreading 

her legs open. And, of course, that wasn’t the only part of her being “forcibly spread open”. The 

luscious beauty was virtually impaled on a cock. A dick that appeared half as large as her leg 

was thrust up inside of her, and it, was, SOAKED with her physical lust. 

Finally, she found her voice, and after an uncessisary and yet, somehow erotic, “Hi honey”; she 

managed to say what she’d called to say. “Do you...” she started to say. “... Do you remember 

last weekend...”, she managed. 

Her unseen smile was as wide as her blush was deep. “... when we accidentally ran into our Son 

at that swinger party upstate? When we saw how, ‘gifted’, he was? Well, everytime I brought it 

up, you would say, “Don’t be silly honey... “ and again, she needed a moment to moan, and find 

her breath again. “... Don’t be silly honey; I’d like to see him even try to fit that thing inside a tight 

little cunt like yours. Well? Do you remember that?”. 

Then, somewhere off camera, a deep, but young voice stuttered out, “Fuck Mom! Fuck! I, I think 

I’m actually getting hard again!” In reply, she lovingly reached back with her free hand, curved it 

around his arm, and gently soothed him with a loving touch. “Trust me sweetie”, she assured 

him. Then she clenched her pussy around him, and forced him to throw his head back and 

moan loudly, as she pointed out the obvious. “Mommy can tell”. 

“Anyway honey”, she said, turning her attention back to the phone. “I know my husband is the 

biggest voyeur I know. And that there is no pussy he likes to see getting used more than mine. 

So… just in case you meant it…” Then her Son accidentally bucked his hips up on instinct, 

interrupting her teasing dialogue by knocking her whole body up with the motion, and forcing her 

to let out a moan, and a swear of her own. “Oh Fuck!” she half screamed, half whimpered. But 

after their Son’s voice could once more be heard apologizing off camera, and she, once more, 

could be heard soothing him, as only a Mother can; her attention was drawn back to the phone 

call. 

“We have to go honey. I had wanted to tease you a little longer, and say all kinds of clever things, 

but I wasn’t expecting our first time to be so intense. And while I may not have teased you as 

much as I would have liked to yet; our Son isn’t as experienced as us, and I think I’ve teased 

Him, more than enough.” 

What followed, was a brief and believable moment of chaos. The camera shifted away from a 

close-up of their Son’s giant cock as it was spreading his Mother’s poor little pussy lips out wider 

than anyone had ever seen them stretched. Then, for a moment, the camera’s attention was on 

her smiling face, flush with heat, as she blew the phone a little a kiss, and said bye. 

But as her thumb moved visibly for the end call button, there was an abrupt movement that saw 

it, still wrapped in her hand, but also pressed into the bed. Suddenly muted and muffled voices 

were saying things like, 

“I can’t hold back anymore”, 

“then don’t”, 

“Can I-” and the sound became too muffled to hear. The phone was on the bed, still being 

gripped, but now the microphone was blocked. The sound clipped in and out, “I just need to 

make sure we hung up on your father” she said. --- “just tell me if I hurt you, okay?” came the 

voice of their Son. 

Then the phone fell, and was kicked or bumped by something. 

And, somewhere, about an hour’s drive from the campus dorm room where the Mother currently 

was, the other parent, the Father, quietly pushed mute on his phone. Then he made sure the 

blinds were drawn, and his office door was locked. Because, he just, he just couldn’t pass up 

this opportunity. 

He took out the lotion and some tissues, as he stared at his phone, and saw, what his beautiful 

wife’s lost/forgotten phone, was seeing. It had landed somewhere on the bed, facing upward. 

With no one holding it, and nothing covering it, the sound was back in full now. 

The camera was looking up at the torso of the sexy woman on the other end. Her top was still 

on, at least technically, and the soft material was all bunched up and hanging loosely beneath her 

large breasts. They also, hung free, and it was clear from the angle that she was on her hands 

and knees. Her breasts, some of her stomach, and a glimpse of her neck or chin were all that 

the phone could see as it gazed upward. But it heard everything. 

It started with, “It’s okay sweetie, just put it back inside me”. And then it escalated from, “that’s a 

good boy”, to gentle moans and encouragement. He was obviously inexperienced, and nervous 

about hurting her, but she was both talented and skilled when it came to sex. And she guided him 

like a professional. It wasn’t long before the “gosh mom, are you okay attitude” of an 

inexperienced kid was overwhelmed by the instincts of a 19 year old male, balls deep in a 

beautiful woman who was telling him, “Harder!”. 

The sounds were almost as incredible as the view. And yet, somehow it was even more 

arousing when the view went away, because, he only lost view of his wife tits when their Son 

grabbed a fistful of her hair, pushed her face down into the bed, and began fucking hard and fast, 

like only a kid his age could. 

They went at it for 20 or so minutes, and most of it was hardcore fucking with dialogue that most 

people would never even imagine getting to hear. After all, the husband watching the whole thing 

had been kinky his whole life, been a swinger his whole marriage, and engaged in a sexual 

lifestyle that exposed him to all kinds of stuff. But he still came a second time when, after his wife 

moved up to her knees, he heard the voice of a Mother, as she loving encouraged her Son to, 

“Cum on Mommy’s pretty face”!