Motherfucker - Sex Stories

Motherfucker

... all I could think about while I was licking and sucking Mom's pussy was that this was the same pussy that had pushed me out and given me life 35 years ago. And I knew that this was also the same pussy that my father had to have licked and sucked throughout all those years of marriage to my mother. Needless to say, it didn't take long for me to get another erection. And when I did, it was "watch out, Mom, here I come" time.

I crawled between Mom's spread-apart thighs to mount her in a missionary position. Then I shoved my dick into my mother's vagina in one smooth thrust, all the way up to the hilt.

That was very easy to do, because not only was Mom's vagina really wet from her having been masturbating for such a long period of time, but her vagina was also noticeably looser around my dick than Lacey's had been. But surprisingly, Mom's older vagina actually felt much better to my dick than Lacey's tight, young vagina had.

It was easy to tell that it had been five years since Mom's vagina has hosted a man's penis, because after I initially penetrated her, Mom kept saying things like, "Oh, God! That feels so fucking wonderful! I've missed this so much! I can't believe it feels so fucking good! That's it, Carl. Fuck me, you little motherfucker!"

And I thought about the fact that I really was a "motherfucker" now, in the literal sense of what that term really means.

I moved my dick-head all around deep inside my own mother's vagina until I felt it press up against ...

... her cervix.

Mom must have felt it too, because she reacted by cumming. At least I assumed that what she was doing was orgasming, because she really didn't show it outwardly. However, I could feel the muscles surrounding her vaginal opening, as they were repeatedly and rhythmically squeezing the base of my dick-shaft for a few seconds, but nowhere near as firmly as Lacey's vaginal muscles had squeezed my dick-shaft.

"Did you just cum, Mom?" I finally asked her, just to check if my hunch was right.

"Yes, I did. But this one was only a mild orgasm. Keep doing what you're doing. I can feel it, deep inside me. And it feels great!"

"Okay, but don't you want me to thrust in and out?"

"I want you to fuck me in whatever way you want to, son. If you want to thrust, go right ahead and thrust. If not, then don't. It's your choice. I'm just here for the ride, at this point.

"You're the one who's in control now. If you need me to talk dirty to you, just let me know, and I'll be more than happy to help you get your rocks off. If you need to suck my nipples while you fuck me, go ahead. There's nothing stopping you.

"All I ask is that you don't kiss me on the lips, okay? I'll explain why later, if you want to know why."

"Why not?" I asked defiantly, and then leaned over and gently kissed her on the lips while I was coupled up and fucking her. And she didn't try to pull away from my kiss. Instead, she kissed me back.

Then she pulled away just long enough to say to me, ...