Motherfucker: Part 3 - Sex Stories

Motherfucker: Part 3

... more attractive to me. And I wanted to fuck her so badly I could barely stand it.

But that didn't matter. I had promised Mom that I would fuck her first, before I fucked any other woman who was there at the house this morning.

While Jenny was chewing away on a piece of pancake, she said to me, "Oh, I almost forgot. You Mom asked me to give you these."

And then Jenny reached into her small purse, and pulled out a quart-size, sealed, transparent plastic freezer bag, with what I realized was a pair of her soiled panties wadded up inside. Jenny handed the bag to me with a devilish smile on her cute freckle-nosed face, saying, "I hope you enjoy these dirty panties of mine."

"I'm sure I will," I replied.

"What do you think Fran and Janie as doing right now?"

"I'm sure we'll find out soon enough. Please go ahead and finish your pancake if you want to. You're going to need all the strength you can get."

"From what you described to me in the other room, all I'm going to be doing for a while is masturbating. And it doesn't take much strength to do that."

"That all depends on how much you make yourself cum, now doesn't it?" I corrected her.

"Touché," Jenny replied, and finished quickly wolfing down the rest of her giant dinosaur pancake, by taking overly-large bites of her pancake, and then washing them down with coffee between bites. "Okay, I'm ready to go when you are," Jenny proudly announced. "Am I supposed to get naked here, or do I leave my clothes ...

... on."

"Tell you what. Why don't you just play it by ear?"

"Yes, sir," Jenny said sarcastically, and gave me a quick military-style salute, just like an enlisted soldier would do to an officer.

"Don't be a smart ass!" I cautioned her. "You have no idea what you're in for during the next few hours. But I do. So yes, I'm warning you, please don't get ahead of yourself, and overthink things. Just let things happen as they happen, and go with the flow. I guarantee you will have a much better experience that way--especially since my mom is involved. Don't worry. She'll tell you what she wants you to do, and when she wants you to do it, and how she wants you to do it. So why don't we get going and get this show underway?

"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing I need to warn you about. Fran likes to call her pussy her 'jenny,' because her dead husband used to always call his dick his 'johnson.' Get it?"

"Wow! I get it. But that's really fucking weird, if you ask me!"

"Yeah, I know. I agree with you. But I can't teach that old bitch new tricks. So please don't feel insulted when you hear Fran mention her jenny. At least, you'll know now what she's talking about, and that she's not talking about you."

I took Jenny's hand and led her up the stairs and then down the 2nd floor hallway, and into Mom's bedroom, which had the door wide-open, by the way. Jenny and I were greeted by unexpected sight of two post-menopausal naked women lying on their sides, facing each other on ...