Motherfucker - Sex Stories

Motherfucker

... relationships ever got past the "making out in the back seat of a car" phase. And so the most I had ever managed to do with any of my ex-girlfriends on our dates was to make out with them, and then later, after dropping them off at their homes or apartments, I would go back home by myself feeling all horny with a bad case of "blue balls," and I would jack off like crazy to try to release all that pent-up sexual tension in the only way I knew how.

Well, Lacey was staying in her old bedroom upstairs at our family home, just across the hall from my old bedroom, where I was staying. And of course, Mom still slept in the same master bedroom down at the end of the hallway that she and Dad had shared for so many years.

After dinner the first night that I was there at the house, Lacey went out clubbing with some of her old high school friends, leaving Mom and me alone in the house. And that's when Mom hit me with that very first bombshell.

I was sitting across from her at the kitchen table, sipping some English Breakfast hot tea that she had just finished preparing for both of us, when Mom cleared her throat very loudly. And she said to me, "Have you ever wondered why your sister looks so different from you?"

"Yes, ma'am,' I answered honestly.

And Mom replied, "That's 'cuz she's really your half-sister. You and Lacey have different fathers.

"And even though I'm just now telling you about this, I told Lacey about it shortly after Sam died. But I intentionally didn't ...

... go into the details with Lacey about how it all happened.

"Would you like to hear all those details? I mean, do you think you can handle the truth of it all?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'm 35 now, Mom. You can treat me like an adult, believe it or not."

"Good. Now, before I go on and tell you all about one of my deepest darkest secrets, you've got to promise me that you will give me a very special Christmas present, that only you can give me. And I'll let you know what that special Christmas present is when the time is right. So do we have a deal?"

"Yes, ma'am. We sure do," I said, figuring that finding a specially-requested Christmas present for my Mother wouldn't be that big of a deal.

"Okay, good then," Mom said, took a deep breath, and then started into her story about how she had gotten impregnated by a man who wasn't my father.

"You know your father and I--God rest his soul--well, we were deeply in love."

"Yeah, I know, Mom. I could hear you guys going at it through my bedroom wall."

"Sorry about that."

"Don't be sorry. I'm just glad you and Dad had a wonderful sex life together."

"The truth is it wasn't as wonderful as you might think. When we hit our mid-30's, your father and I were pretty much on the rocks, sexually. We were getting bored with all the stuff that we had previously been doing to try to keep our sex life interesting and exciting.

"And so it eventually got to the point where I couldn't get your father to have sex with me as much as I ...