Yo Momma's a Ho'! - Sex Stories

Yo Momma's a Ho'!

... Serena went on. "I think Bobby must be attracted to ho's. Shit, you shoulda been a pimp instead o' a country singer." "Hey if the music don't work out, maybe I will be a pimp. And I'll start up my stable with two fine bitches, you and dear old mom." Damn, this was turning out to be pretty twisted! Then Hope returned and all of us watched a quarter of football. The two babes were pretty knowledgeable. It turned out they both served short stints as high school cheerleaders before they got serious about making some money and decided to hit the streets. "How about I get some more beers," Hope said after the quarter was over. Bobby noticed how my eyes followed his mom as she went into the kitchen. "You want to fuck her, Hank?" he asked as Serena smiled wickedly. "Fuck her?" I said, a little stunned. "Yeah fuck her, have her suck your cock, do anything you want to her. She's a whore!" "Bobby, he love havin' a ho' for a mother," Serena said. And he obviously loved having a 'ho’' as a girlfriend, too. "So, what do you say?" Bobby repeated. "Wanna do her?" "Uh, sure, I'll do her," I said. "Yeah, she be a fine piece o' ass," Serena added encouragingly. Then Hope walked in with a tray of cold beers. "Hey, ma! Hank here wants to fuck you. And you take good care of him, you hear. The dude played some wicked guitar on the session I did last week. I think he's gonna help make that song into a hit. So whatever he wants, you give it to him, okay?' "Sure, Bobby, anything you say," Hope said ...

... to her son, looking down at me. "Whenever you want, dude," Bobby said. "You can do her right after the game, or even during halftime." Of course now it was impossible to pay attention to the game, especially after Hope sat right down next to me, her bare thigh brushing up against my legs as we watched the game. I was wearing shorts too. Plus to add to all this Serena now decided to do something herself. "Shit, I think I be followin' your example, Hope," she said, pulling off her top and settling back in a bra, one of those little bras where the cup covers as little of a tit as possible. She had a fine pair of tits I could see, smoky brown and smooth. When the break was over, Hope turned to me. "Wanna take a little break, stud?" she asked. "Sure," I told her as she took my hand and stood up. "Excuse us," she said to Bobby and Serena who had big grins on their faces. "Have a good time, dude," Bobby said as his mother, the whore, led me to her bedroom. "Yeah, y'all have a good time," Serena said. "And don' be makin' too much noise, 'cause we be watchin' the game, you hear?" Serena cackled as Hope led me inside the room, closing the door behind her. Here I was behind closed doors with Bobby's mother, while he and Serena watched football in the other room. "So what do you like, Hank, you like French?" Hope said, taking off her bra and showing off those massive jugs again. "I can give you some nice French and then you can fuck me any old way you want," she said, pulling off her ...