Motherfucker: Part 3 - Sex Stories

Motherfucker: Part 3

... then finally fuck you. I believe that she'll want to save you for last. That way, you should still be here when Sofia comes over."

"Sofia? Who's Sofia?"

"You haven't met her yet. She's coming over this afternoon at around 1:00 o'clock. She's Mom's middle-age Hispanic neighbor from across the street. She was here on Friday afternoon when I arrived at Mom's house, and Mom had me fuck the crap out of Sofia, right in front of her. And then Sofia came over again yesterday afternoon, and I eventually ended up fucking her again, after Mom had sex with her.

"But I gotta warn you. If you decide to stay here with us until Sofia comes over, she really gets off on dominance and submission. I mean, in real life, Sofia is a very kind and proper, soft-spoken mother of two. But she likes to play a totally submissive role during sex, while she prefers for us to dominate her the whole time. In other words, Sofia loves it when Mom and I order her to do sexual things, and we call her bad names, like 'little Mexican whore' or '

puta

,' which is a derogatory Spanish word for 'prostitute.'

"So are you the only man that's supposed to show up here today to have sex with me?" Jenny asked, which caught me totally off-guard.

"Yes, I am. Does that disappoint you?"

"No. That's what I was hoping you'd say. I think you're fucking awesome! And there's no other guy's dick I want in my pussy right now, but yours."

"Wow! That's a lot of pressure. I hope I can live up to your ...

... expectations."

"Don't worry. I'm sure you will," Jenny said, and leaned over to give me a quick kiss me on the cheek, as she reached down and gently grabbed hold of the front of my crotch for just a moment. And she said to me, "Come on, let's go back into the kitchen. I'm hungry and could really use some breakfast. Besides, I don't want to be rude to Fran and your mother."

"I hope you like dinosaur pancakes? 'Cuz that's what Mom's serving this morning."

"Yummy! Sounds great to me," Jenny said, and then grabbed hold of me hand and practically dragged me to the kitchen, where Mom was still chatting away with Fran.

"Would you like a dinosaur pancake, Jenny?" Mom asked.

"Sure, Mrs.--"

"Please, just call me Janie," Mom jumped in.

"Okay, Janie, I would love one of your delicious dinosaur pancakes."

Meanwhile, Fran had eaten about half of her large pancake, and by the way that she was acting, I could tell that she was ready to leave the kitchen and "get the show on the road," as they say.

After Mom had made the pancake for Jenny and served it to her with plenty of maple syrup and real butter, Fran got up from the kitchen table, excusing herself in the process, and she whispered something in Mom's ear.

Then both women left the kitchen and I assumed that they headed upstairs to Mom's bedroom.

I stayed there in the kitchen with Jenny, and we talked about all sorts of things. I discovered that Jenny was just a intelligent as she was pretty, which made her even ...