Motherfucker - Sex Stories

Motherfucker

... stop having sex with me. But my having sex with Ben in front of Sam only ended up making Sam super horny. And my husband became a tiger in the bedroom once again, just like he used to be in the old days, back when we first got married. So all my worrying was for nothing."

Mom turned back towards me and said to me, "Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah. Back when Ben and I were having sex in front of your father, Ben kissed me on the neck, and on the cheek from time to time. But after that very first sexual encounter with Ben, we never opened up our mouths and French-kissed the entire time that Ben was in Sam's and my life.

"That's because I reserved that very special type of passionate kissing for Sam. And it just felt like the right thing to do, when Sam and I were doing it together. But it just felt wrong doing it with Ben.

"But during that very first time with Ben, he French-kissed me, right in front of Sam. And that was so embarrassing for me that I nearly got up out of bed and ran out of the bedroom. The only thing that stopped me from doing that, was that Ben was on top of me, humping away at my pussy at the same time that he was French-kissing me. Just like you were doing last night.

"Looking back on it all, I didn't know why it was so embarrassing and uncomfortable for me to have Ben's tongue in my mouth, when I had already had his dick in my mouth, while I was giving him a blowjob earlier, and of course, his dick inside my pussy too. But it just was. And I ...

... couldn't deny how I felt about it.

"Afterwards, I asked Ben not to kiss me anymore like that. And I told him that I preferred to reserve that special act for my husband. And Ben was more than happy to honor my wishes from then on.

"So the truth of the matter is that the French-kissing part was the only thing that we were doing in bed last night that made me feel weird and awkward--and yes, even embarrassed to do it with you."

"Wow! It's such a relief to hear that, Mom. I thought that I was the only one who felt that way about the French-kissing stuff."

"Well, you're not. So don't worry about it. I told you last night that I wanted you to do whatever it was that you wanted to do. In other words, I really don't want you to try to please me during sex, son," Mom said, and then added, "That is, unless that's what you are wanting to do, in order to raise your own level of sexual excitement.

"But otherwise, don't worry about me. I'll just reach down into this old worn-out pussy of mine and make myself cum, if I ever need to. You shouldn't feel obligated to do that for me, when I've been doing that for myself for years now. I'm damn good at it too!"

"I believe you, Mom," I said, and I finally got up out of bed, went into the master bath, got a clean washcloth, wet it under the faucet with warm water, wrang the excess water out, and then brought it back into the bedroom.

Meanwhile, Lacey, my little sister and part-time contortionist, was still in the pretzeled-up body ...