Motherfucker: Part 3 - Sex Stories

Motherfucker: Part 3

... sucking on it, while I was looking directly at her face.

"That's much better," Mom praised me. "What I mean is that after my father pulled out of me, I played with his dick and even gave him a blowjob to get him hard again, before I offered up my pussy to him for a second go-round. But this time, I wanted him to fuck me with my permission, instead of raping me, like he had just finished doing.

"I felt like such a whore for doing that too. Especially when I was letting my own father touch and play with my pussy while I was playing with his dick and those sexy balls of his. But I couldn't deny that Dad had made me cum my ass off by raping me in my sleep.

"All I can say is it was one hell of a way to lose my virginity! The only downside was that I orgasmed so strongly while Dad was raping me that I screamed out. And I didn't realize it at the time, but I must have woken up my mother, who had been asleep in her bedroom. Because she came down the hall to my bedroom, and she opened up my bedroom door just in time to see me sucking away on the head of Dad's stiff dick.

"She called Dad all sorts of name, like 'dirty old man' and 'cradle robber.' And I'll never forget that she called me a 'filthy slut of a daughter' as she was turning around to storm back to her bedroom.

"And I knew that Mom was absolutely right about that. I really was being a filthy slut of a daughter. But I also knew that I couldn't help myself. I blamed a big part--if not all--of my slutty ...

... behavior on my gigantic clitoris, which was responsible for keeping me in a nearly-constant orgasmic state, whenever it was rubbing up against any of my clothing. But of course, I already told you all about that stuff.

"The next morning, Mom packed her suitcases and left the house, and she never came back. She later filed for divorce.

"And that left Dad and me alone in that house together every night. I basically became his substitute wife. I mean, I took care of the household chores, and made dinner for him each night, so that he could have a nice warm meal whenever he came home from work. And most importantly, I slept in his bed with him each night, and I let him fuck me whenever he felt like it.

"Well, at least at first, it was just me letting him fuck me. But it didn't take long for our sexual relationship to turn into full-blown lovemaking. And that's when I realized that I was in love with my own father.

"Of course, Dad and I kept our special relationship as our dirty little secret. In fact, you're the very first person who I ever told about it."

"Wow! That's really--" I started to reply, before Mom cut me off.

"I'm not done with my story yet!" Mom interrupted me in a very loud tone-of-voice that let me know that she meant business. "Just keep sucking on my nipple, Carl, and I'll tell you the rest of my story. There's a lot left that you haven't heard yet.

"Yes, ma'am," I conceded, as I dropped my mouth back down around her now-erect nipple and continued ...