Motherfucker: Part 2 - Sex Stories

Motherfucker: Part 2

... before she put her pants back on--sans panties underneath this time. Then she commented on how weird it felt to her to have the rough crotch material of her blue jeans rubbing directly against her freshly-shaved pussy.

Sofia gave me a long, passionate French-kiss right before she left, and then told me that she wished that I was her husband, which of course I took to be the ultimate compliment that any woman could ever give me. Needless to say, I was flattered.

Sofia grabbed one more oatmeal and raisin cookie to take with her, and then left the house to head back to her own house.

As soon as Sofia had stepped out the door and closed it behind her, Mom said to me, "You know. Sofia would make a great wife for you. She's around the same age as you. And if you were to end up marrying her, I would instantly have a couple of grandkids to spoil. And they're both the just right age, too."

"Mom, you don't have to convince me. Sofia was a great fuck! She's cute as shit! And her pussy feels close to the way that yours does to my dick, which is a great thing. And she's a wonderful person on top of all that. But she's married right now, Mom. And that pretty much puts the brakes on everything."

"Not if you don't want it to. After you fuck her tomorrow, tell her that you really like her a lot, and that you want her to leave her cheating husband and move into your place with you. In other words, you'll be her live-in boyfriend. Let her know that her kids are welcome to come ...

... with her. You've got plenty of space at your house, and her two kids are both old enough where they shouldn't be too much of a pain in the ass. You can go ahead and marry her later, after she gets a divorce first."

"You are devious! I'll give you that much. But I don't need you to play matchmaker for me, Mom. I'm a big boy now, remember? If Sofia's meant to be 'the one' for me, then that's what will automatically end up happening anyway. And if not, well, I've still got you."

"That you do, son," Mom verified. "And thanks to me, you've also got Sofia's dirty panties in your hand right now. You can thank me later."

"How about I thank you now," I said, as I held the crotch-lining of Sofia's panties up to my nose, and took an exaggerated sniff of her pussy aroma.

"So, Mom, do you want a sniff?" I asked, holding the panties out for her to grab.

"No thanks. Not after I've just eaten those delicious cookies of mine."

So I took another long sniff of Sofia's panty-crotch, and then I asked my mom, "Oh, by the way, were you just trying to turn me on when you whispered in my ear, telling me that stuff about Sofia not using any birth control?"

"No. I was dead-serious about that. Sofia quit taking her birth control pills. Her husband hasn't fucked her for over six months now, and so she saw no reason to keep taking The Pill. The side effects can be much more risky for a woman her age, than what they are for a much younger woman."

"So then, Sofia was really rolling the ...