Motherfucker - Sex Stories

Motherfucker

... I'll ask you once again, do you want to see my pussy?"

"Sure, Mom."

"Okay, then first, you've got to show me your bare package. I'll bet you've already got a hard-on just from us talking about all this stuff."

"Okay, Mom, you're right. I do have a hard-on," I admitted as I stood up from the kitchen tabled, unbuckled my pants, unzipped my zipper, and pulled my pants and underwear down around my thighs to let Mom get her first glimpse of my erect penis and scrotum.

"Oh my! I had forgotten just how nice and big your dick is. It's been a while since I last saw it."

"And exactly when was that, Mom?"

"I can't believe you don't remember. Because I sure do. It happened that summer after you had graduated high school, and turned 18. But you were still living with your dad and me, while you were waiting for your first semester at the university to get underway.

"And I came home from work early one afternoon, and caught you 'doing your thing' while you were lying in your bed. You had your bedroom door wide open, and I could hear the porn videos that you were playing on your laptop, as I was walking down the hallway to my bedroom. How could I not look into your room?"

"Oh my God! I remember that now. I was so embarrassed at the time. Sorry about that."

"Don't be sorry, son. You weren't doing anything wrong. But do you want to know what I did after I caught you that afternoon?"

"Yeah, sure. I mean, you seemed really upset when you ran off, after ...

... catching me in the act, like that."

"Well, I was. But I wasn't upset with you. I was upset about my own reaction to what I caught you doing. You see, I immediately went to my bedroom, locked my bedroom door, and masturbated while I was fantasizing the whole time about what your fully-erect dick and balls had looked like. I knew that what I was doing was so wrong and taboo. But I just couldn't get those thoughts out of my head.

"And while I was masturbating that day, I also couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to actually let my own son fuck me.

"And I almost acted on that thought that day. But I finally decided it was best for me to just stay in my bedroom and masturbate, instead of coming back to your bedroom to try to seduce my own son into fucking me. Besides, I knew that if your father ever found out that you and I fucked, he'd totally freak out about it and lose his shit, to the point that he might even divorce me.

"But I'm curious though. After I caught you that afternoon, and then left your bedroom doorway, if I would have gone ahead and come back into your bedroom while you were still doing what you males do--at least I assume you continued to 'do your thing'--would you--"

I rudely cut Mom off mid-sentence, "--You assume right, Mom. I did go ahead and finish what I had started. You always taught me to do that. And so that's exactly what I did."

"But if I would've asked you to have sex with me, would you have gone ahead and fucked me that ...