Motherfucker: Part 3 - Sex Stories

Motherfucker: Part 3

... guy, Mom. And guys don't worry about stuff like cleanliness the way that women do. You should know that by now."

After hearing my explanation, Mom calmed down just enough to say to me, "I love you, son. But what I do know is that if you ever do that to me again, I'll make sure you never get another chance to touch my pussy! Now roll your ass off of me, son, and suck on Mommy's nipple, like a good little boy. Mommy still needs to cum some more."

"Yes, Mommy," I replied without even thinking about it, and I began sucking away on Mommy's left nipple, just like she had told me to do.

But unlike all the other times I had sucked on her nipples, this time, a sickly sweet wetness came out of her nipple directly into my mouth.

I quickly pulled my mouth up off of Mom's nipple, and gently squeezed her large areola, just behind her nipple. And to my horror, I saw several drops of thick, yellowish-colored, puss-looking fluid emerge from the tip of her erect nipple.

"What the fuck, Mom?" I asked in totally disbelief. "Do you have breast cancer, or something? I mean, what's all that puss stuff coming out of your nipple?"

"No, son, there's nothing wrong with me," Mom reassured me as she looked down at her own breast, and saw the yellowish discharge oozing out of her nipple, and she calmly reached over and squeezed some of it out of her nipple for herself, and then slowly shook her head from side to side, saying to me, "But this isn't supposed to happen until sometime in the ...

... second trimester."

"Second trimester? What the hell are you talking about, Mom? What's that yellow puss-looking stuff coming out of your nipple?"

"That 'puss-looking stuff' coming out of my nipple is called 'colostrum.' And several months from now that colostrum stuff would eventually turn into milk for a newborn baby."

"But that would mean-- I mean, how can that be? I thought that you had already reached menopause many years ago."

"Well, so did I at first, when my periods kept coming farther and farther apart. But unlike with other women, my periods never did stop completely. They just slowed way down, from coming once a month like clockwork, to coming maybe once every four to six months, or so. I actually stopped keeping track of them after Sam died.

"But remember when you called me and told me that you were going to be coming to visit me for Christmas? Well, that same night, my period unexpectedly came, and that happened about two weeks before you came up to visit me.

"So by the time that you were in my house visiting me at Christmas, I was ovulating. But of course I didn't say anything to you about it, mainly because I didn't think that you'd believe me, if I did.

"Anyway, just like it is with other women, whenever I'm ovulating, I'm always feeling my horniest. And it had been several months since I had felt that horny. That's what gave me the courage to go ahead and seduce my own son in the kitchen that day into having sex with me.

"And the whole ...