Motherfucker: Part 3 - Sex Stories

Motherfucker: Part 3

... to freak out when she gets here, and she sees Fran in the kitchen with us.

I leaned over to Mom, who was sitting beside me at the kitchen table, and whispered in her ear, you didn't tell Jenny about Fran coming over this morning, did you?"

"No, son. I wanted it to be a surprise."

"Oh, it's going to be a surprise alright--and maybe not such a good one. That depends on how open-minded Jenny is."

"I don't think you're giving her enough credit, son. I'm sure Jenny will be okay with letting you fuck Fran in front of her. Just think about it. Jenny was the one who asked us if she could watch us having a quickie in the bathroom, remember?"

"Yeah, Mom, I guess you're right. I'm probably worrying about nothing."

"Tell you what. When Jenny gets here, I'll just stay here in the kitchen and keep Fran company. That way, you can take Jenny into the other room and explain to her what's going to be happening between all of us this morning, and then let her decide if she still wants to 'stay and play,' or if she would rather leave?"

"Wow, Mom. That's a great idea."

And as if on cue, a blue 1960's vintage Volkswagen Beetle pulls up to the front of Mom's house, and a slender young lady climbs out of the passenger side, and heads up the walkway to Mom's front porch. Then the vintage car drove off.

The doorbell rang, and I got up from the kitchen table to go let Jenny into Mom's house. When I opened the front door, I saw Jenny's welcoming smiley face, and I saw a ...

... young man driving off in the Volkswagen, as Jenny was waving goodbye to him.

"Who's that driving the car," I asked Jenny.

"Oh, that's my older brother, Greg. He's a couple of years older than me, and he offered to drive me over here this morning in his car. So, here I am. Tah-dah!" Jenny announced.

Then I took Jenny straight to the kitchen so that she could say "hi" to my mother, and meet Fran for herself.

And I noticed that Jenny looked very different this morning, with her long, light-brown, straight hair parted down the middle of her head, instead of being pulled up into a pony tail at the back of her head, like it was when I had met her at Wendy's.

I also noticed that Jenny wasn't wearing glasses anymore. I assumed that she must have replaced her glasses with contacts. And so now I could see her stunning, light-green eyes, with their jet-black pupils.

Then it hit me that Jenny wasn't just a plain-looking young girl anymore. Facially, she was almost a dead ringer for Evangeline Lilly from the TV series, Lost. And I found it hard to believe that this was the same girl who had let me take her virginity by having a quickie with her in a Wendy's restroom yesterday afternoon.

After the introductions and small chit-chat were over with, I took Jenny by the hand and led her into the living room, just like Mom had suggested.

And Jenny said, "Why is your grandmother here?"

"Fran's not my grandmother. She's my mother's next-door neighbor, and her best friend. ...