Motherfucker - Sex Stories

Motherfucker

... still-warm urine all around on it.

"Okay, that's good," Mom said. "Now that I'm nice and wet, I want you to go ahead and stick your fingers up inside my vagina and feel it out. It's that much bigger hole at the very rear of my pussy."

"Yes, Mom. I know," I said, not really liking my mother's patronizing tone-of-voice, "I'm not a little kid anymore. I took Sex Ed in high school, remember?"

"Well, that's good. But keep in mind that what I'm showing you--and what you're going to be feeling out for yourself--isn't just some woman's vagina. It's

my

vagina. It's the same vagina that your father had his dick inside of thousands of times throughout the years. It's the same vagina that your dick's going to be up inside of tonight. And it's the same vagina that you popped out of 35 years ago, back when you were born."

I slid my fingertips up into the entrance of my mother's vagina, and moved them around a little bit, feeling the uneven edges of her gaping vaginal entrance, along with the tiny skin flaps that were the left-over remnants of her broken hymen.

And then I slowly inserted my middle finger up deep into Mom's fuck-hole. And my mother just stood there, holding her pussy wide-open for me, while she was letting me do that to her.

At first, it felt like I was in some kind of strange dream, or something. But then Mom quickly snapped me out of my temporary daze, when she said to me, "Oh, come on, son. You can do better than that. Why don't you go ahead and ...

... put a couple of fingers together, and stick them up into my vagina at the same time. That way, you can really feel out my vaginal walls, and my urethral tube, and my cervix with your fingertips. Don't worry. You're not going to hurt me. I do that same type of stuff to my own vagina whenever I masturbate."

Who was I to argue with my own mother? So I did exactly what she told me to do. I held my middle finger and my ring finger together as I inserted them both up into her vagina, and began using my fingertips to feel out the three distinct parts of her vagina that she had referred to just moments before.

I was especially intrigued by Mom's cervix. It was surprisingly firm and almost perfectly round. And it felt similar to the way that the end of a guy's dick-head feels--except that her cervix was doughnut-shaped, with a noticeable indentation right in the center of it, where her cervical os was. And I knew that that was the same tiny hole where Dad's sperm had to have swam through many years ago to fertilize one of Mom's eggs and create me.

"Okay, that's good," Mom said to me, "Now let me show you exactly where my G-spot is. I'll bet they never showed you that in your high school Sex Ed class. Did they?"

"No, ma'am. You're absolutely right about that."

"Okay. So now take your two fingers and bend them towards you. Then feel around on my urethral tube until you find a small, very rough patch of skin, just about an inch or two inside my vaginal opening, at the very ...