Motherfucker: Part 2 - Sex Stories

Motherfucker: Part 2

... sexuality, in the way that my mother is. I feel blessed to have her as both my lover and my teacher. And although I have to admit that Sofia would make a great wife and sex partner for someone, as long as my mother is alive and healthy--and willing to have sex with me--I really don't have any valid reason to search out a different woman to be my sex partner and lover.

Besides, Mom does that "searching out different women" stuff for me anyway. She went out and got Sofia, as well as my little sister, Lacey, for me fuck. I wondered who else she was going to recruit to become my willing sperm-receptacle. And as it turned out, I didn't have to wait long at all for that answer.

I woke up in the middle of the night. And I was still in Mom's bed, sleeping beside her, so I figured that I must have fallen asleep at some point, after Mom had jacked me off onto her pussy.

What woke me up was that I had a hard-on pressing against the bed sheet. And so I went ahead and rolled over on top of my mother, and I raped her, just like I had promised I would do.

This time, Mom didn't even wake up all the way. She kept her eyes closed the entire time, and seemed to be in a twilight sleep state, as she just let out little moans of pleasure, before she went right back to sleep as soon as I had pulled out of her and rolled back over to my side of the bed. I assumed that Mom was probably fantasizing that it was Sam who was raping her, instead of me.

The next morning, while we were down ...

... in the kitchen having breakfast, Mom asked me if I had raped her that night.

And when I told her that I had, she admitted to me that she was fantasizing that Sam was raping her in her sleep, like he used to do back when he was still alive.

Then I admitted to Mom that I was also fantasizing while I was raping her. But I made sure not to tell Mom what I was fantasizing about. Because the truth was that I had my eyes closed throughout our intercourse, as I was pretending that I was raping Sofia's possibly-fertile pussy, instead of Mom's. And I didn't want to risk Mom feeling slighted by that in any way.

Mom told me that it was only natural for us humans to fantasize about stuff during sex, and that it was healthy for us to do so, and that neither she nor I should feel embarrassed or belittled by our partner's sexual fantasies, no matter how weird they may seem to our partner.

Mom really knew her stuff, when it came to the subject of "human sexuality." And she was just about to prove it to me yet one more time when she unexpectedly hit me right between the eyes with, "You were fantasizing about raping Sofia while you were raping me last night, weren't you?"

After a long, awkward moment of silence, I finally admitted to my mother, "Yes, ma'am. I was, as a matter of fact. But how did you know that?" I asked.

"Because that's most likely what I would have done, if I were in your shoes," Mom calmly replied, unintentionally making me feel like the village idiot when it ...