Motherfucker: Part 2 - Sex Stories

Motherfucker: Part 2

... the head of my dick up against the back wall of her short vagina on each inward thrust, pulling my dick almost all the way out of her vaginal entrance, and then slamming it home again.

And Fran told me, "Don't stop now! Keep going! It feels fucking awesome!"

With Fran cheering me on the whole time--and also periodically releasing small spurts of urine throughout our quickie intercourse--I shoved my dick in and out of her baby-making hole as fast as I could, and ended up cumming inside her vagina within what seemed like less than a minute and a half, from the time that I had initially penetrated her, and had started fucking her for the third time that morning.

As soon I couldn't feel any more sperm being forced out of my urethra by my pulsating penis, I pulled my dick out of Fran's pussy, got off the top of her, and pulled my pants and underwear back up around my still-partially-erect dick. I pulled up the zipper at the front of my pants, and buttoned up my jeans at the waist.

I explained to Fran, "I'm sorry, Fran."

"Sorry for what? You did exactly what I asked you to do. In fact, it was perfect!" Fran complimented me.

"What I mean is that I need to get out of this bedroom right now, because if I keep looking at your wonderful naked body, I'm going to end up having sexual intercourse with you again. And I don't want to do that right now, because frankly, my johnson's starting to get pretty sore. And I'm sure your jenny is too. Am I right about ...

... that?"

"Yes, young man. I think you hit that right on the nose--or in my case, right on the womb," Fran said laughing at her own attempt at humor.

I said, "Thank you, ma'am, for the wonderful morning. I can hardly wait to 'do you' again tomorrow."

And I turned around and walked out of Mom's bedroom directly into my own bedroom. I lay down on top of my bed, and tried to make sense of everything that just took place between Fran and me. But I couldn't.

The next thing I knew, I was jostled out of my own thought world, when I heard Fran's overly-loud voice from downstairs in the kitchen saying goodbye to my mother, as she was getting ready to leave the house to go back to her own house next-door.

"Don't forget your groceries," Mom reminded Fran loudly.

"Oh, yes. That's important. Thanks. I will see you tomorrow morning at the same time, right?"

"Of course. I look forward to it. I love you," I heard Mom tell Fran.

"I love you too, sweetie. Especially that awesome-looking jenny of yours," I heard Fran reply to Mom.

"You're too kind," Mom told her, and then added, "Oh, by the way, tomorrow morning, would it be okay with you if Carl has sexual intercourse with me first, while you sit in the easy chair and watch us, before we trade places, and he goes ahead and has sexual intercourse with you?"

"Why, Janie, do I detect some envy in your voice? Of course, I'd love to watch you and your son fornicate in front of me. I thought you'd never ask. It's not every day that ...