Motherfucker: Part 2 - Sex Stories

Motherfucker: Part 2

... someone gets to witness something so erotic and taboo as that."

"You wanna talk about erotic and taboo? How about me watching my own son this morning while he was having sexual intercourse with a woman who's old enough to be his grandmother, and seeing him get more turned-on by your 77-year-old, saggy tits and your old shriveled-up jenny than he ever does when he's having sexual intercourse with me, his own mother?"

"See, I was right. You are jealous of me. But I've got an even better idea. You see, I really love your jenny, Janie."

And both women laughed for a few moments at how silly that last sentence had sounded at the very end, as it was coming out of Fran's mouth.

But then Fran continued on to admit to Mom, "And I miss touching it, and playing with it. I also miss you touching and playing with mine. And it's been nearly a week since we've done that together. A week may not seem that long to you, but to me, it feels like an eternity.

"So tomorrow morning, how about we both get naked and get into bed together, and play with each other's breasts and jennys first, to get us both nice and wet. I would like Carl to watch us while we're doing that, if you don't mind. And then I'll move over to sit in the chair, and watch you and your son fornicate in front of me? Would that work for you?"

"You bet it would," I heard Mom reply enthusiastically from downstairs.

"By the way, I'll get Carl's money to you later this week. I have to go by the bank first," ...

... Fran's voice announced.

"No problem. I know you're good for it," Mom replied.

"I'm good for a lot more than just money, my dear," Fran said jokingly, and both women laughed.

Then there was a minute or two of silence, where neither woman talked to the other--at least, not loud enough where I could hear them from upstairs.

And when the silence didn't go away after that, I got suspicious and nosey at the same time.

So I got up out of my bed, quietly walked down the carpeted stairs, and stuck my head around the kitchen doorway that connects to the living room to see what Mom and Fran were doing, because I knew they weren't talking anymore.

And I saw both women with their right hands reaching across to each other's clothing-covered crotches at the same time, and slowly massaging each other's vulvas with the open palms of their hands, as their two wide-open mouths were locked together in a long, passionate French-kiss.

By the way that both women were behaving, I could tell that this was their normal way of saying goodbye to one another, if they happened to be alone somewhere together. In this case, they thought they were alone in the kitchen. And they were--that is, until I secretly spied on them, and saw what they were doing together.

As soon as I figured out what was taking place between the two women in the kitchen, I scurried up the stairs, and back to my bedroom as quietly as I could, so as not to get caught by my mother.

And then I heard the external ...