A Voice On The Phone Rinnnnngggg. Rinnnnngggg. Rinnnnnngggggg. Slowly awakening to the insistent ring of the phone by your bed, you fumble for the receiver, bring it to your ear and groggily say, "Hello..." "Hello", a deep male voice says. "Who is this?" you ask. "Don't you know?" "You sound familiar, but, I was sleeping and I'm not quite awake." "Sleeping? In the middle of the day? You're not some kind of layabout girl are you?" It's only now that you look over at the clock and see that it's half past eleven in the morning. "Well, are you?" "Am I what?" "A girl that lays in bed all day. I'll bet you're naked aren't you?" "That's none of your..." "Tell me, you're naked aren't you?" You know you shouldn't answer, but something won't let you resist. The voice on the other end of the line is strange yet familiar and speaking to you with a commanding tone and insistence that you find irresistable. "Yes...yes I am." "I thought so." the voice says, with a tone that makes you a little ashamed but also aroused. "You sleep that way because you like the feel of the cool sheets on your skin. Is that right?" "Yes" "Sometimes it feels so good that you become aroused, don't you? "Yes" "Your breasts get swollen and tight, your nipples engorged and protruding." "Yes" you say, your breathing is getting heavier now and your breasts are swollen. "And when that happens, you touch them don't you? You pull the sheet down and touch your breasts. Do it now." "No, I can't, I shouldn't." "Do it, NOW!" You bring your fingertips up to your aching breast and brush them across the nipple which normally is a soft shade of pink, but now in your aroused state is more rose colored. The touch of your fingers is like an electric current and you gasp, sucking in your breath. "Squeeze it squeeze your breast." the voice commands. "You want to touch yourself, don't you?" You start to answer no, but another word escapes your lips. "Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes I want to touch myself." "I thought so. Well what are you waiting for? Put your hand between your legs and touch yourself." Slowly with the hand thats not cupping and kneading your breast and nipple, you reach down across your belly, over your mound and touch the outer lips of your pussy. They are as swollen as your breasts are and at that first touch an even deeper gasp of breath escapes your mouth. You hear the voice laughing a soft deep laugh that's wicked but caressing at the same time. "That's it, rub it. Part the lips and touch your clit." You do as commanded and that touch sends a shock down your spine that makes you arch your back invlountarily, a spasm of pure pleasure shooting up inside you. You drop the phone, but pick it up immediately. The voice is in your head now, resonating throughout your body, urging you commanding you. You can't resist it's instructions, you no longer want to resist. "Part your lips and put your finger in." That's it slide it down and in. Pull it up tight on your clit." You obey, moving your finger in and out of your now soaking wet pussy, across the swollen nubbin of your clit. Waves of pleasure are overtaking you and you feel yourself starting to go over the edge... "Stop!" the voice commands. "No please, please I don't want to stop. I'm almost..." "Stop now." Your head is spinning and the waves are still rocking your body, but you obey. "Do you have a mirror?" "A what?" "A mirror, a hand mirror. You have one, it's on your dresser. Go and get it." It's only now, with your head still reeling and your eyes unfocused that you take in your surroundings. The room is strange but vaguely familiar. The feeling of deja-vu washes over you strongly as you get shakily to your feet. Stumbling over to the dresser, you find the hand mirror the voice said would be there. Going back over to the bed you lay back down putting the phone to your ear. "Did you get it?" "Yes" you say. "Lie on your back and spread your legs." "What?" you are starting to get enough composure back to question. But the voice won't let you get control again. "Lie on your back, pull your knees up and spread your legs. Do it now." You obey, lying back, pulling your knees up and spreading your legs. You are feeling totally exposed almost ashamed of the position you are in, but very excited nonetheless. "Lay the phone down next to your ear on the pillow and hold the mirror in front of your pussy. Don't protest." the voice commands, "just do it." You do as you are told, looking at the reflection of your swollen and now open pussy in the mirror. You've never in your wildest imaginings thought of doing this before, but the sight of your own sex in the mirror rekindles the heat in your body and your other hand finds your pussy again, spreading the lips wide so you can see what till now you've only iamgined. Your fingers are back inside now, probing, thrusting, reaching further inside you than you ever thought possible. The voice says something, but you don't understand, the waves are taking over again, then another voice says, "Girl, are you going to lay in this bed all day long? What, what are you...." "Mother, oh noooooooooooo.............. Sitting bolt upright in bed, you look over at me. I'm lying there with a very large grin on my face. "What happened?" you ask. "Well honey, I don't know, but you were having the most satisfying dream it's ever been my pleasure to witness. I hope I was in it. I was, wasn't I?" Blushing from head to toe, you remember the whole thing, right up to the look on your mother's face. "I, I uh, I oh my........." "Don't answer darling, I already know." I pull you over to me kissing you deeply as my hand moves to your crotch, still wet. As I touch that silken warm wetness, a deep soft laugh escapes from my lips.......A laugh that is caressing and a little wicked at the same time. "Wait a minute!" "Be quiet and kiss me." "Yes sir........"