He wanted me to humiliate his mother. Fuck her even. Treat her like a dog. I laughed and said yeah sure, let’s do it. He had a euro trash accent and spoke low, like he was looking over his shoulder the whole time. I bet you’d be taking softly too if you were making a mommy fetish phone sex call. *laughs* He asked me what I thought about him. I laughed and said what do you mean? like I didn’t know what he meant. Then I told him to tell me about his mother. He said he fucking hated her and wanted me to humiliate her, use her, anything. Sick stuff. I laughed again. Then he told me how hot I was. How much he loved my tits and how tight my pussy looked. So different from his mother. Not like his mother at all. I laughed and asked, “Is she a fucking pig?” I could almost hear him shudder and nod before he stuttered that yes she was. And so it began.

Where my tits are firm and perky, hers are old and sagging. Sad old fat tits that fall to her waist. He says she is ugly and wrinkled and fat and saggy with a grey haired cunt that is dried up and dusty. I laugh and we talk more. Mother goes shopping, dressed in her posh ladies suit, hair set and makeup ready. She would be going to expensive boutiques as was her taste and class. A cold rich bitch that was ruining her sons life with her awful bitch ways. I laughed at his characterization of her and we continued. Mother stopped in her favorite boutique, greeted by the salesgirl by name. Just the two of them in the store Mother never noticed that the security guard flipped the lock and put up the closed sign. Mother shopped and then went to leave. They stopped her of course. Told her they needed to search her purse, for stolen merchandise. Mother was appalled. And surprised when there was a necklace in her bag. I laughed. They demanded to search mother. She shrieked and wailed about her status and they tugged her out of her suit. Stripped down to her bra and big panties they insisted she was hiding more. The girl took off mothers bra and panties, with great difficulty. She lifted each of mothers tits and twisted them about, searching for hidden jewelry under them. Then the guard made mother bend over and grab her ankles. He spread open her pussy lips and probed inside with a big fat finger while shining his flash light to see better. He felt around for a bit and then pulled out. the girl shoved her fingers in next, vowing to reach whatever hidden items were supposedly stuffed up mothers twat. They found nothing of course, even after checking mothers ass. They gave her clothes back to her and told her to get dressed and get out and she was no longer welcome. They didn’t want to sell to thieves and whores. I laughed as he pictured his disheveled mother, makeup running from crying, hair all askew. naked and hunched over, shamed and abused. He came thinking about her embarrassment and humiliation from the sexual violation. I told him that we were only just beginning the degradation of mother. He was eager to call back soon for more mommy fetish phone sex. And I was happy to oblige.