Motherfucker: Part 3 - Sex Stories

Motherfucker: Part 3

... virginity. And she spilled the beans, pouring her heart out to me. So I know that you didn't just fuck Mom once that day, now did you?"

"No, I didn't. After Mom took my virginity in the shower that day, I followed her straight to her bed, and we made love to one another. Basically, Mom and I fucked two more times before she was finally done with me that day."

"Afterwards, I felt so filthy and depraved. I mean, of all the people in the world that I could imagine myself having sex with, my own mother was the last person I would ever think that that would happen with.

"But I also couldn't deny the fact that it did actually happen that day--and that I wanted to keep on fucking my own mother, whenever she needed me to help her get her rocks off."

"I know exactly how you feel," I said to Greg.

Jenny said to Greg, "You do realize that if you keep fucking Mom like you're doing, you're probably gonna get her pregnant eventually, right? I mean, Mom hasn't hit menopause yet."

"What are you talking about? She's on birth control."

"Yeah, if you can call it that. It's called the rhythm method. It's the same thing the Catholics have been using for years. Buy it's only about 75% effective, and those aren't very good odds, if you ask me. Just think about it for a moment. If you keep fucking Mom over the course of a year, there's a 1 in 4 chance that you're going to knock her up. Then, what are you guys gonna do?"

"You're wrong about Mom. She doesn't use the rhythm ...

... method. I know that for a fact. And I don't just go to her bedroom, unless she invites me there first. And that's because Mom normally doesn't invite me into her bedroom until she's feeling super-horny and most-likely ovulating. Then we'll usually fuck several times a night for four or five nights in a row, before Mom will go down to the pharmacy and get a morning-after pill to take, so that she doesn't end up getting pregnant. That's her version of birth control.

"Then Mom and I will agree not to have sex for the next three weeks, or so--and I'll just turn to my boyfriends for sex, whenever I get feeling horny--until Mom starts ovulating again, because that's the only time when she's feeling so horny that she wants me to go ahead and sleep with her. By the way, she admitted that to me herself. And that's when Mom'll just walk up to me and say something along the lines of, 'It's time for you and I to make love tonight, don't you think?'

"And so far, Mom's version of birth control has worked like a charm for us. I mean, Mom's still not pregnant, is she? And we've been fucking periodically for well over a year now."

Jenny jumped in to warn Greg, "Be careful, big brother. You're playing with fire. And you know that."

"Yes, of course I know that. But I also can't stop myself, either. And if I get burned, then so be it. All I can say is that it's an incredible turn-on knowing that my own mother is encouraging me to fuck her and fertilize her ovulating womb. And I'll jump ...