Motherfucker - Sex Stories

Motherfucker

... matters is how much

you

like it," I countered.

"Well, it's the closest I can get to the 'real thing' without you being here. And of course, my dildo doesn't ejaculate sperm, which is something that I really love to watch you men do, as you well know. But hey, it beats the heck out of frigging this old, worn-out pussy with my fingers all the time--or using a cucumber, or a hairbrush handle to do it."

"Mom, you do realize that I just finished fucking you symbolically, by cumming all over your soiled panties like I did, right?"

"Of course, I realized exactly what you were doing, son, and why you were doing it. That's why I orgasmed my ass off when I saw you start cumming all over the crotch of my dirty panties. I knew that you were fantasizing that the crotch of those panties was my pussy. Am I right about that?"

"I love you, Mom, but I've got to go now. See ya next weekend, okay? And yes, your dirty panties are the next best thing to having my dick rubbing up against that nasty, super-sexy pussy of yours," I admitted to her, and then quickly hung up the phone and set it down on the night stand by my bed, before she could finish saying 'goodbye' to me.

The bottom line was that, no matter how kinky or perverted it was, I knew that I was definitely going to continue traveling back home to Beaumont fairly frequently for the purpose of secretly having sex with my own mother, no matter what my current dating or marital status was.

I figured that my mother had raised me and taken care of my needs for many years while I was growing up, and so the least I could do was to help take care of one of Mom's most important needs. I can't help it if I just happen to have one of the horniest and most uninhibited post-menopausal mothers on this planet.

And as far as I'm concerned, there's nothing more exciting or erotic than being a true motherfucker!

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