Motherfucker: Part 2 - Sex Stories

Motherfucker: Part 2

... kitchen door close and lock, and I knew that Fran had left Mom's house to go back to her home.

Mom came back upstairs to change her clothes, and as she passed by my bedroom doorway, she asked me, "Are you okay with what happened this morning?"

And I told her, "Sure, Mom. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I'm proud of the way that you accepted Fran as a person who needs sex, just like the rest of us do. I truly love that lady. She's like a mother to me."

"Did you have sex with your own mother?"

"Why would you even ask that?"

"Why do you think? I just secretly saw you guys say your goodbyes downstairs in the kitchen. You were letting Fran French-kiss you, which is something that you don't even let

me

do. Did you let your mother French-kiss you, back when you were a young girl?"

"No. Of course not! Why would I do something like that?" Mom said just a little too defensively, which only made me more suspicious that Mom was lying to me about her having had sex with her own mother.

When it came close to noon time, I took Mom out to lunch at Wendy's. And after we had both finished eating, Mom challenged me to go into the woman's restroom with her, and do a quickie with her in the toilet stall.

And of course, I took her up on her challenge. A quickie in a public place was something that Mom and I had never done together before.

So Mom went into the ladies' restroom first. And then, after seeing that no one in the restaurant dining area was paying any ...

... attention to us, I walked over to the men's restroom, which was located right beside the women's restroom.

Then I suddenly pushed the women's restroom door open, quickly walked in, and softly announced to Mom, "I'm here. Where are you at?"

"In the second stall, farthest from the door."

The restroom at this particular Wendy's location was fairly small. There were two toilet stalls, a vanity with a sink in the middle of it, and a mirror centered on the wall in front of that sink. And there was an electric hand-dryer located next to a paper towel dispenser, which were both mounted on the wall by the bathroom entry/exit door.

I opened the door of the farthest stall, and was immediately confronted by my mother's fat, bare butt. She was already bent over the toilet seat, with her pants and underwear pulled down around her thighs and her thick legs spread apart, and her hands holding onto each side of the toilet seat.

I just stood there looking at Mom's pussy and her ass for a moment, as I was calmly unbuttoning the waist of my pants, and pulling down my zipper, so that I could pull my dick out of the front of my pants and my underwear, and start rubbing the head of it up and down along the crack of Mom's pussy, which was already sopping-wet.

"What are you waiting for?" Mom asked in a concerned tone-of-voice. "This is supposed to be a quickie, remember? Just stick it in me and cum as quickly as you can, okay? Every minute we spend in here increases our chances of getting ...