Motherfucker: Part 2 - Sex Stories

Motherfucker: Part 2

... to have sex with me again tomorrow afternoon, if you're up for it. And you can both order me around all you want, and call me all kinds of bad names, like 'whore' and '

puta

' and 'bitch.' It only turns me on even more when you do that kind of stuff."

"Of course, we're up for it," said Mom.

And Sofia responded to Mom with, "That's great. But tomorrow, what I really want is to watch your son fuck you in front of me first, before he fucks me. Do you think he would do that for me?"

"Of course, I'll do it," I said to Sofia, jumping in before Mom could answer her. "What do you think I came all this way to do? The truth is I came here to Beaumont just so that I could fuck my mother over and over again, until I finally have to leave, and go back to my normal life. But now, I get to fuck you too. And that's even better, as far as I'm concerned."

I turned to address Mom, "Thank you, Mom, for bringing Sofia into my life."

"You're welcome, son. I knew you'd like her. After all, what's not to like about a super-horny, soft-spoken, middle-age, Hispanic whore of a mother with two lovely kids, and a cheating bastard of a husband?"

And that's when we all broke out laughing for quite a while.

And then Sofia pixie-stepped, skipping like a little girl, out of the bedroom to take a shower. And as she was showering, Mom and I could hear her merrily singing away through the closed bathroom door, while I was just lying there in bed in my naked mother's arms, sucking away ...

... on one of her large nipples, feeling like I was still her little baby--which in her eyes, I guess I always will be.

After several minutes, Mom finally broke the silence with, "You're still gonna have sex with me this evening, right?"

I pulled my mouth up off my mother's left nipple and said to her, "Of course I am, Mom. I'm gonna wake you up and rape you in the middle of the night, too."

"You're such a good son! Would you like some fresh-baked oatmeal cookies? I've got some downstairs. I baked them yesterday."

"Sure, Mom," I replied, and we both headed downstairs to the kitchen. First, Mom and I took turns washing our hands in the kitchen sink. Then we both sat down across from each other at the kitchen table, still naked as jaybirds, and began eating Mom's delicious soft homemade oatmeal and raisin cookies in front of one another.

After about 15 minutes or so, a freshly-showered Sofia came downstairs into the kitchen, and ate a cookie with my naked Mom and me, before going back across the street to her house to wait for her kids to get home from school.

"Hey, Sofia," Mom said. "I hate to bring this up, but after you finished showering, you didn't happen to put your panties back on, before putting on your pants, did you?"

"Yes, I did. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, Janie. It's a force of habit, I guess. I'll take them off right now."

Sofia took off her pants and panties right there in the kitchen in front of Mom and me, and then handed her panties to me ...