Motherfucker: Part 2 - Sex Stories

Motherfucker: Part 2

... weird way, I actually admired her for doing that. That took a lot of balls on her part.

After I finished ejaculating inside her vagina and pulling out, Mom told me, "I used you just now to get my own rocks off. How does it feel, son?"

"It feels like I've been used. That's how it feels. But it doesn't feel bad at all. Because I used you too just now, to get my own rocks off."

"That's right, son. We all use each other to get what we need in this life at any given time. And so there's really nothing to be ashamed of or apologetic about, because we're all guilty of doing it. And we do it every day. Sometimes without even realizing that we're using each other. And as long as we don't hurt the other person in the process, there's absolutely nothing wrong with using that other person to get what we want and need.

"Did I hurt you just now?" Mom asked, as she reached over to the soap holder, grabbed the bar of soap, and began soaping up my dick and my balls with it, before she handed the bar of soap over to me.

"No, ma'am. All you did was turn me like crazy," I admitted as I reached across and began soaping up her vulva with the bar of soap that she had handed me.

Mom and I continued taking turns, soaping up different parts of each other's bodies, and then rinsing those different body parts off. It was a surreal experience, to say the least. And it was something that Mom and I had never done together, until today.

After we dried ourselves off with over-sized, ...

... plush bath towels, we climbed into bed together and took a nice long nap.

When I finally woke up, my mother was already awake, and she had her hand gently wrapped around the limp shaft of my dick. And she was crying softly.

"What's wrong, Mother?" I asked.

"Nothing really. It's just that Sam always used to let me hold his dick in my hand like this, while we were sleeping together. I don't know why I like to do this. I just do. And I never realized how much I've missed doing this--until now."

"It's okay, Mom. You can hold my dick anytime you want to."

"Thanks, son. Oh my God! Are you getting at hard-on?"

"Guilty as charged," I replied.

"Well, I'm going to jack you off and make you cum, mister."

"Is that a threat, or a promise?" I asked teasingly.

"It's definitely a promise," said Mom. "Now, be a good boy and kneel down over here between your mother's legs, so that I can pull up and down on that big, sexy dick of yours, and make you cum all over my pussy."

"Gee, Mom, don't you ever get tired of having sex?" I asked, as I was getting into position so that Mom could start jacking me off.

"Do

you?

"

"Heck no. But then, I'm a man. And I was under the impression that women don't want to have sex as much as men do."

"Then I guess you're wrong about that--at least, when it comes to me, you're wrong. The truth is that your poor father--God rest his soul--couldn't keep up with me sexually, because I'm a God damn nymphomaniac. And I always have ...