Info - phone sex, gooner language, praise and degrading, long distance love, masturbation, mommy kink, cum eating
"Mommy, I miss you," I heard the pitiful voice tell me over the phone. In the background I heard the very wet schlicking sounds. I knew he was furiously pumping his cock. He was making small whimpering noises.
"I know baby, I can't wait until you're home. You gonna put your thingy inside mommy where he belongs?" I cooed.
"Uh huh, right where he is meant to be," he gasped.
"Aww my little gooner, that's all you can be for now," I praised. The noises of pleasure stopped. There was only heavy breathing on the other side of the phone.
"What?" I heard the whispered exclamation. "What did you say?"
"I called you a Gooner, just addicted to making pumpies all day for mommy all day," I used my sweetest voice to degrade him.
"Ohhhhh FUCK!" Came the sharp answer. I heard the wetness pick up again and even faster this time. He was yanking desperately on his meat.
"Does that feel good, to be all messy and disgusting for mommy?" I teased.
"It feels so good mommy, it feels like heaven. It's exactly what I was made for," he whined.
"Camera on, mommy wants to see your goon stick," I ordered.
He turned on the view. I smirked at his leaky pink tip. He was furiously masturbating. He was squirming and his toes kept curling. His sweet stomach and happy trail were shiny with precum.
"That's it, keep tugging," I praised.
"Ohhhh mommy, feels so fucking good. I love when you watch me goooooon," he ended in a moan. His legs spread automatically, used to me playing with his hole or plunging my strap inside him.
"You're such a good gooner, you love being disgusting and perverted and making pumpies over and over. It's so sweet how you can't keep your hands off your cock when I'm around."
"Mommmy, mommy, mommy, MOMMY!" He was nearly squealing as he writhed and jerked.
"I want you," he said in a desperate voice.
"I know baby, but I'm not there, so what will you do?" I asked.
"Be a perv, be disgusting, be wet, be needy, be a fucking gooner," he responded.
"That's it, you gonna give me gooner spunk? Gonna be my good boy who cums all over his tummy?" I asked.
"Uh huh, uh huh," he agreed. He was so hard and wet, I smiled smugly at the camera.
"I'm gonna cum, mommy I'm gonna cum," he burst out.
"Good boy, that's it, come on," I coaxed. He did as he'd promised. He exploded all over himself. Gooey, milky cum was everywhere. It made his small tummy glisten. He was panting but I didn't feel satisfied.
"Gooner," I purred. "Eat your spunk."
To my surprise there was no hesitation. He scooped the cum off his stomach and I watched him shove his own fingers in his mouth. He was groaning and humping the air. His legs crossed and uncrossed. He was purely desperate, purely obedient.
"Good boy," I told him gently.
"Mommy, make me do that again. Use all those words. Make me taste myself," he begged.
"As you wish," I said gently, referencing a movie we both loved.
