Motherfucker: Part 2 - Sex Stories

Motherfucker: Part 2

... definitely enjoying those mild orgasms that I was giving her. And I was happy that I had decided to go ahead and suck on her nipples.

Mom and I eventually fell asleep in each other's arms--with her still holding onto my soft noodle of a penis, and my middle finger still inserted up into her vagina. Things just don't get much intimate or taboo than that.

The next morning, when I finally woke up, my mother was already awake. She still had her hand gently wrapped around the limp shaft of my dick. And she was crying softly.

"What's wrong, Mother?" I asked, noticing that my middle finger wasn't up inside of her vagina anymore. I must have pulled it out at some point during the night, while I was sleeping.

"Nothing really. It's just that Sam always used to let me hold his dick in my hand like this, while we were sleeping together. I don't know why I like to do this. I just do. And I never realized how much I've missed doing this--until now."

"It's okay, Mom. You can hold my dick anytime you want to."

"Thanks, son. Oh my God! Are you starting to get a hard-on already? Well, that's good. But you really should save it for later, and go take a shower right now," Mom advised me, as she finally let go of my dick. "Because you've got a busy day ahead of you."

Mom winked at me, and then gave me a quick pat on the butt with the open palm of her hand while I was walking to her private bathroom to take a shower.

I turned back around for a moment to blow her a kiss, ...

... when I saw Mom getting up out of bed and putting her housecoat on, so that she could go downstairs and make us some breakfast, just like she always does when I'm visiting her.

And I suddenly thought to myself,

I'm beginning to see why Dad loved Mom so much. She truly is one of a kind! And I know that Mom always does things with my best interests in mind--even if her efforts are sometimes unexpected, or misguided, or unwanted.

The bottom line is that over time, I guess that I'm slowly learning to roll with the punches, and enjoy the whole unique and challenging experience that is my mother.

And if Mom's ultimate goal is to make me never want to leave her house, and go back home to live by myself again out of town, I can assure you that she has more than accomplished her goal. Because during the last two days, I found myself wondering if Mom would actually allow me to move in with her, and live there permanently in my childhood home in Beaumont once again.

And deep down inside, I already know what her answer would most likely be. Maybe that's why I'm so hesitant to even bring up the subject with her.

I mean, I’m already 35 years old, for Christ’s sake. Do I really want to do nothing more with my life over possibly the next 10 to 20 years other than to be a true mama's boy and a surrogate husband for my own mother, as well as being a man-whore who makes his dick readily available to all of Janie's female friends and acquaintances at the drop of a hat?

You bet ...