Motherfucker: Part 2 - Sex Stories

Motherfucker: Part 2

... the night before. If memory serves me correctly, you were around 11 years old at the time."

"Wow! That's really embarrassing, Mom!"

"Yeah, it was for me too! Especially the moment that I realized that I was looking at and smelling my own son's sperm. I dropped that damn sheet on the floor, like a hot potato.

"Then I went straight upstairs to my bedroom and plopped myself down on top of the bed. I had the house to myself that morning, because Sam was at work, and you were at school. And so I masturbated like crazy, while I was fantasizing the whole time about about what it would be like to actually have sex with my own son.

"Afterwards, I finally came back down to the laundry room to throw that sperm-coated sheet into the washing machine, along with the rest of that load of laundry."

"I never realized that you felt that way about me. At least, not until last Christmas, when you had sex with me for that very first time in your wonderful kitchen."

"That was because throughout your childhood, I went out of my way to hide that super-horny, sexual side of myself from you. I wanted you to have a half-way normal childhood. The last thing I wanted was for you to feel pressured into having sex with your own mother.

"But after Sam had passed, and he wasn't around anymore to help me keep my super-strong sexual needs in check--and I saw that you still didn't have a girlfriend after all these years of living on your own--I figured that I might as well go ahead and ...

... seduce you, and see if you were interested in having sex with me, since I've always wanted to have sex with you, ever since you reached puberty.

"I figured that the worst that could happen is that you would refuse my advances, and think that I was just a crazy old lady for even trying to seduce you in my kitchen like that. But you didn't do that, now did you? And so here we are."

And then Mom did a sudden about-face, and reprimanded me, "Now quit humping my thigh, God damn it! And stick that wonderful young dick of yours up into my pussy, where it belongs."

And I knew that Mom was done talking to me, and was ready to get down to the serious business of fucking.

Of course, Mom was already lying on her back on top of the bed. That was the position that my mother would automatically assume anytime that she was wanting to fuck. Despite her sometimes-outrageous sexual experimentation, Mom was a true traditionalist when it came to her participating in the act of sexual intercourse. So she rarely wanted to fuck in any other body-position that wasn't face-to-face, missionary-style.

While I was busy fucking Mom, I realized that she had gone so far off the track during our just-completed conversation, that she had failed to tell me about exactly how she had lost her virginity to her best friend's dog.

And I made a mental note to myself that I was going to remind her of that fact the next time that we were alone together, getting ready to have sex with each other.

While ...