Motherfucker: Part 3 - Sex Stories

Motherfucker: Part 3

... with me, but that she was now pretty upset that Mom had just cock-blocked her.

But I also knew that Mom always had her reasons for doing things the way that she did them--even if she didn't tell me what those reasons were in advance. And so I just had to trust that Mom knew what she was doing by cock-blocking Jenny like that.

And I soon learned what Mom was really up to, when she took Jenny by the hand and led her over to the bed, and they both climbed up on top of it, as Mom was asking Fran and me both to move over to the easy chairs, so that we could "watch the show."

And I had a fairly good idea of what Mom meant by telling Fran and me that. But I wasn't prepared for what happened next.

You see, Mom and Jenny didn't just feel out and play with each other's pussies. No, sir. They locked lips, and began openly making love to each other in front of Fran and me, as they were passionately grabbing each other's asses, and tits, and trading saliva back and forth into their open mouths with their tongues.

After a little while, Mom whispered something in Jenny's ear, and then Jenny rotated her body 180 degrees. And the two women began 69-ing with each other, licking and sucking away at each other's pussies, just like Fran and Mom had been doing to one another, when Jenny and I first saw them from the bedroom doorway earlier.

After a few minutes, Mom announced, "Okay, Carl. I've got Jenny all ready for you to fuck. You can thank me later."

The ironic part of ...

... all this was that I realized Mom hadn't done any of that lovemaking stuff for Jenny's benefit. It was all being done for her own selfish needs, which she obviously hadn't managed to satisfy in the ladies' restroom yesterday at Wendy's.

But even knowing that, I still wasn't upset with Mom. She was just one lonely, horny lady. That's all. And I couldn't hold it against her for her simply being herself.

As Mom got up out of the bed, and I was walking over towards her, she actually tag-teamed me with her open hand, as if I were a wrestler taking over from my tag-team partner in the ring. And I thought it was quite disgusting that Jenny had to witness that. But then, I didn't have any control over how low-class and crass my mother could be sometimes.

When I looked down at Jenny while I was climbing into bed with her, she had a big smile on her face, as she said to me, "You know. Your mom's right. She did get me all ready for you to fuck."

Jenny flipped over onto her back, spread her legs apart, and waited for me to mount her, just like Fran and Mom had both done previously.

But the truth is I didn't want to start fucking Jenny just yet. I wanted to do all that other kind of romantic stuff that Mom had already done with her.

I wanted to French-kiss Jenny, and hug her, and squeeze her butt in my hands, and feel out her little breasts, and suck on her cute puffed-out nipples, and eat her hairy young pussy, and risk getting her pubic hairs stuck in my teeth.

But Mom ...