Motherfucker: Part 2 - Sex Stories

Motherfucker: Part 2

... came up to me, and she picked up the TV controller and shut off the volume, so that the room was quiet.

"Sorry about that, but I'm not going to try to compete with the TV when I've got something important to tell you."

"Oh yeah? And what's so important that you have to mute the TV to tell me?"

"Well, please don't get mad at me. But I did something else, right before I left that Wendy's restroom today. And it's something that I didn't tell you about earlier."

"What did to you do, Mom?" I said to her, feeling very concerned.

Mom stood there for a moment, and finally blurted out, "I invited Jenny over to my house tomorrow morning to have sex with both of us. And Jenny has already agreed to come over and spend the morning with us, since she works the evening shift tomorrow night. And--

I began to interrupt Mom, but she gave me that "I'm not finished talking yet" look, and I quickly shut up to let her finish.

"As I was saying, before you so rudely tried to interrupt me, I asked Jenny to go through her laundry hamper at her house, and find a pair of her soiled panties, and bring them with her tomorrow morning to my house, so that she can let you keep them as a souvenir."

"Mom, I appreciate you trying to help me with my soiled panty collection. But it's

your

soiled panties that I really want, not other women's panties."

"Carl, you're so full of shit right now! You don't really expect me to believe that, do you? I saw how you were sniffing away at the ...

... crotch of Sofia's panties yesterday. And I don't blame you. Really, I don't.

"Sofia's one hell of a sexy lady. And the truth is I wouldn't have minded sniffing her panties myself yesterday, if you hadn't shoved them in my face, right after I had finished eating cookies."

"You mean, you sniff women's dirty panties, just like I do?" I asked, in total disbelief. "Why would you do that, Mom?"

"For the same reason that you do, son," Mom replied. "It turns me on to sniff the crotches of those panties when I'm masturbating.

"I don't know why, but you seem to keep forgetting that I'm bisexual, even though you've watched me have sex with other women, right in front of you."

"I'm sorry, Mom. I'm not trying to judge you, or anything. It's just I thought it was only men who got off on sniffing dirty panties."

"Well, you thought wrong, now didn't you?" Mom said, rubbing it in. Well, I forgive you this time. But you've got to quit assuming things about other people. The truth is everyone is different from everyone else. And that's precisely what makes this world so exciting.

"Hang on a minute. I'll be right back," Mom said, and then shot up the stairs to her bedroom, before returning a few minutes later with a wadded-up pair of expensive-looking, laced-trimmed, blue satin panties in her hand.

Mom raised up her hand, holding the crumpled-up panties in front of my face, and said to me, "I have been saving these for you, ever since you left the last time to go back to ...