Motherfucker: Part 2 - Sex Stories

Motherfucker: Part 2

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Motherfucker: Part 2

by rat_race

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I was so excited when I was driving to Beaumont that next weekend to visit my mother for the purpose of having sex with her again that my penis stayed in a partially-erect state, without me even laying a hand on it throughout the long drive.

Okay, so maybe I lied a little bit. I might have rubbed my crotch a few times here and there. But if I did, I can assure you that it was an unconscious reaction on my part.

All I know is that I had a full-blown hard-on down between my legs, trying to push its way out of the front of my jeans, when I rang the doorbell, as I was standing on Mom's front porch.

It was a little bit after 1:00 PM when Mom opened the door and gave me a big hug, just like she always does. And since it had been nearly five weeks since the last time Mom and I had fucked, there was a part of me that just wanted to rip off her housecoat and fuck the crap out of her, right there on the hard-tile floor of the front foyer. But I didn't want to risk pissing Mom off, before things ever got underway.

So I followed Mom back into the living area, and I saw a stranger sitting on the sofa in the living room. She was a very attractive, 30-something, Hispanic woman.

"Carl," Mom announced, "I would like for you to meet my wonderful neighbor from across the street. This is Sofia. She has lived here for several years with her husband, Pablo, and we have become quite close over that time."

I went ...

... over and gently shook Sofia's hand, saying to her, "It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am."

Then Sofia said something very cryptic to me, "Thank you so much, sir. I can't believe you're wanting to do this for me. That is so kind of you."

"What the hell is she talking about?" I leaned over and whispered into my mother's ear, as quietly--and as urgently--as I could.

Mom ignored my pressing question in favor of announcing to Sofia, "Yes, he certainly is a kind man, and a wonderful son. And I'm sure he won't mind having sex with you, now will you, Carl?"

I just stood there in shock for a few moments, unable to answer my mother. I hadn't even been at Mom's house for five minutes, and there she was, already putting me on the spot.

But I couldn't really blame her for doing that to me. That's just the way she is. To say that my mother has a strong personality is an understatement. But at least, she always has what she believes to be my best interests in mind whenever she puts me on the spot like that. And so I finally said to Mom, "Sure. Why not?"

And Mom said to the Hispanic lady, "You see, Sofia? I told you my son would be happy to have sex with you."

"So when exactly is this 'having sex stuff' supposed to take place?" I asked Mom.

"Well, just as soon as you bring in your luggage from the car and get settled in a little. That's why I invited her over when I did. Don't worry. Her husband's at work right now, and so he'll never know that you two are going to be ...