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It’s all about roleplay phone sex.  I hadn’t quite understood what Karen really meant when she told me I was hired.  I mean, you hear these things and you think you know what they mean because you know the meaning of the worlds, but in reality, you know very little.

Sure I knew what role playing was?  I did join drama in High School but did I have the slighest inclination that my first week as a phone sex operator would rock my world and make confront all and settled conceptions I had about myself?  Not in the least.

I all began with the first call I ever did.  Now, I am a young Mom in my late twenties and I had heard of those stories where younger men lust after older women.  Had Karen not called me a typical MILF, one would drive mommies boys crazy with lust?  And what did she mean any way?

“We have John on the line and he has been a naughty boy and wants mommy to spank him” was what dispatch had told me before patching the call over the me!

I picked up the phone and I have to admit it took some will power on my part not laugh out loud.

I wasn’t laughing at the end of the call though.  As the conversation went on, I decided to give it my best and see where it took me.  After all, I was horny nearly all the time and I was a Mom, so one had never stopped the other from mixing together had it.  And after all, this wasn’t incest per say.  This was…  roleplaying.

I was to role play the role of a sexy Mommy who admonishes her son for bad behavior and uses sex as a tool to reach her means and get her points across.

And as I began to grow in the role of a sexually depraved mature mom who will stop at nothing for a piece of hard cock even if that cock belongs to her “darling” boy with the tight body and the endurance that only youth affords, I realized that I and role play phone sex were a match made in sexual heaven.

By that time, my hand was busy playing with my pussy and I knew I would be good at this.

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I was out of work.  My previous job had gone the way of so many jobs this year, up in smoke, and I needed an income.  So when I saw an ad for phone sex operators, I thought to myself, why not.

I called the number on the ad and this lady came on.  I was expecting a madam sounding person, harsh and swearing and instead there was this delightful, educated mother of two on the phone talking about sex as if it was nothing.

I remarked that the way she referred to phone sex, she might as well have referred to washing the dishes and whilst she agreed that sex was no more shameful than working in the kitchen, one think she insisted on was a need for all the women who worked for her to actually like sex.

She asked me point blank: “So, do you like sex do you?  And if you do, what is it about it that you like?”

She was clearly checking my phone sex abilities and I must have done pretty well because here I am about to answer my first call and I am literally shitting myself.

I feel like a virgin, the day she realized that her precious flower is about to be burst.  I have this knot in the pit of my stomach, even though I have told in many details what I can expect from the average caller.

But that’s the point.  Who is the average caller?

When she called me on the phone to tell me I had the job, she said: “Listen, your job is to make your caller come and feel happy about themselves.  I am not telling you that you need to come as well, but most of us do, on a regular basis.  If you find that you never have the urge to masturbate whilst doing a phone sex call, then this job perhaps is not for you!”

And here I am.  Do I measure success according to my first phone orgasm?  I guess I’ll know more at the end of the day!