Motherfucker

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Motherfucker

by rat_race

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I didn’t mean for something like this to ever happen. And I certainly didn’t mean for it to keep taking place over and over again. But that didn’t stop it from happening. It only made me feel guilty and ashamed about what I was doing.

But those feelings of guilt and shame still didn’t stop me, a 35-year-old man, from fucking my own 57-year-old mother on a regular basis–and looking forward to each time that we had sex.

Let me back up a little bit, and tell you my story. And maybe you’ll understand. Maybe you won’t. But I don’t really care at this point in my life. I know that what my mother and I have together is a very special, loving relationship. And it has been that way, long before we ever began having sex together.

My father, Sam, suddenly dropped dead of a heart attack five years ago, leaving my mother, Janie, who was 52 at the time of his death, to live all by herself in our three-bedroom, ranch-style family home in Beaumont, Texas.

My dad worked in the oil fields outside Beaumont, and was a very physical kind of guy. And as far as I could tell, he absolutely loved two things: his booze (BTW, he was not an alcoholic, thank God) and his sex, which Mother was always more than happy to provide him on demand.

I know. Because when I was growing up, I could hear Mom and Dad going at it in their bedroom through the non-insulated interior walls of our old house. The fact that Mom was a real screamer during her orgasms, and that my bedroom just happened to share the same interior wall with their master bedroom, coupled with the fact that my parents’ bed and my bed were pushed up against that same wall (on either side of it, of course), only served to make me totally aware of each and every time that they were having sex during the nighttime hours.

When I was a young boy, I assumed that Dad was somehow hurting Mom during the night. But I knew that it wasn’t really any of my business.

And besides, I never heard Mom complain about anything that my dad did the night before, whenever she was up early the next morning, making breakfast for the family, and doing so in a very loving, cheerful manner, I might add. Mom would always give Dad a big kiss when he would finally walk into the kitchen to sit down to have his breakfast before he headed off to work.

Not only that, but the next morning, I never saw any obvious bruises anywhere on Mom’s body–at least on the parts that I could actually see when she had clothing on, that is.

And so I was happy to go on about the business of being a young boy, and let Mom and Dad deal with their own late-night screaming stuff.

One time, I almost asked my mom about all the screaming and moaning coming from her bedroom the night before. But then I decided that it was in my best interest not to mention anything, since she didn’t feel that it was worth mentioning to me herself.

After I had reached puberty and learned more about “the birds and the bees,” I quickly realized that Dad wasn’t hurting Mom at all during the night. He was having sex with her.

And whatever he was doing was making Mom orgasm her ass off. And that explained all the moans and groans and loud screams that I heard coming through our shared bedroom wall during the night.

It also explained why Mom would always be grinning like a Cheshire Cat whenever she was fixing breakfast for the family the very next morning.

Speaking of my family, I was an only child until 12 years later, when my little sister, Lacey, was born. But I was still my parents’ only son, and so much older than my sister, that I barely related to her at all. I mean, how could I? She was still an infant by the time that I turned 13.

So for all intents and purposes I had the blessed life of an only-child. And of course, I took advantage of that the best I could, treating my sister as a kind of living doll, throughout the earlier part of her life.

By the time my little sister, Lacey, had finally reached puberty at around age 12 (according to Mom), I was already 24 years old, and away at college, working on my masters degree.

So my only sister and I usually never saw each other in person, much less kept in touch. I only saw Lacey at key family events, like Thanksgiving, or Christmas, or the occasional family reunion, or at some distant relative’s wedding, etc.

So now that you have some background information, it’s on with my story:

It was three days before Christmas, and Lacey and I had both traveled back home to spend Christmas with Mom in Beaumont; the only difference being that Lacey had arrived at Mom’s house the day before I did. My sister and I had both planned to return back to our respective homes and lives the day after Christmas.

By this point in Lacey’s life, she had dropped out of college, and she was now the trophy wife of a high-powered business man, named Tim, who didn’t have the time or the inclination to spend Christmas with Lacey at her mother’s house.

Instead, Tim took off to London to go close some kind of important business deal for one of the international companies that he owned.

For the last several years Lacey and her husband, Tim, had been trying to start a family, but “getting Lacey pregnant” seemed to be the one thing that Tim couldn’t do for her, no matter how much he tried (in between business trips, that is).

Of course, Lacey was only 23, and so she really wasn’t that worried about the “getting pregnant” stuff, since she still had several years left on her biological clock. And she suspected that Tim might have a low sperm count or something that was keeping him from being able to get her pregnant.

As for me, I was 35 and still a virgin, believe it or not. I mean, yes, I was an expert at jacking off–because that pretty much all I ever did sex-wise ever since I had reached puberty.

Sure, I had a couple of girlfriends in high school, and a few more in college. But none of my relationships ever got past the “making out in the back seat of a car” phase. And so the most I had ever managed to do with any of my ex-girlfriends on our dates was to make out with them, and then later, after dropping them off at their homes or apartments, I would go back home by myself feeling all horny with a bad case of “blue balls,” and I would jack off like crazy to try to release all that pent-up sexual tension in the only way I knew how.

Well, Lacey was staying in her old bedroom upstairs at our family home, just across the hall from my old bedroom, where I was staying. And of course, Mom still slept in the same master bedroom down at the end of the hallway that she and Dad had shared for so many years.

After dinner the first night that I was there at the house, Lacey went out clubbing with some of her old high school friends, leaving Mom and me alone in the house. And that’s when Mom hit me with that very first bombshell.

I was sitting across from her at the kitchen table, sipping some English Breakfast hot tea that she had just finished preparing for both of us, when Mom cleared her throat very loudly. And she said to me, “Have you ever wondered why your sister looks so different from you?”

“Yes, ma’am,’ I answered honestly.

And Mom replied, “That’s ‘cuz she’s really your half-sister. You and Lacey have different fathers.

“And even though I’m just now telling you about this, I told Lacey about it shortly after Sam died. But I intentionally didn’t go into the details with Lacey about how it all happened.

“Would you like to hear all those details? I mean, do you think you can handle the truth of it all?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m 35 now, Mom. You can treat me like an adult, believe it or not.”

“Good. Now, before I go on and tell you all about one of my deepest darkest secrets, you’ve got to promise me that you will give me a very special Christmas present, that only you can give me. And I’ll let you know what that special Christmas present is when the time is right. So do we have a deal?”

“Yes, ma’am. We sure do,” I said, figuring that finding a specially-requested Christmas present for my Mother wouldn’t be that big of a deal.

“Okay, good then,” Mom said, took a deep breath, and then started into her story about how she had gotten impregnated by a man who wasn’t my father.

“You know your father and I–God rest his soul–well, we were deeply in love.”

“Yeah, I know, Mom. I could hear you guys going at it through my bedroom wall.”

“Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m just glad you and Dad had a wonderful sex life together.”

“The truth is it wasn’t as wonderful as you might think. When we hit our mid-30’s, your father and I were pretty much on the rocks, sexually. We were getting bored with all the stuff that we had previously been doing to try to keep our sex life interesting and exciting.

“And so it eventually got to the point where I couldn’t get your father to have sex with me as much as I was wanting him to. So I asked him one day, point blank, what he thought that we could do to help spice up our sex life.

“And that’s when your father admitted to me that he had always fantasized about watching me have sex with another man.

“Mind you, your father wasn’t asking me to let another man join him and me in a threesome. I mean, Sam may have been a lot of things, but ‘bisexual’ wasn’t one of them.

“Instead, what your father was wanting was for me to cuckold him. Basically, he just wanted to sit in the room and jack himself off, while he watched another man have his way with me.”

“Wow! That’s pretty heavy,” I commented to Mom.

“Yeah, it sure was. And at first, I didn’t know what to think. But your father reassured me that he was still deeply in love with me, and that my having sex with another man in front of him would only serve to strengthen our marriage.

“And ironically, he was right–but not for the reasons that you might think.

“Anyway, after thinking things over for a few days, I finally told Sam that I was all in on us trying out the cuckolding idea, but that he would have to let me pick the man who I was going to have sex with. I told your father that it was the least he could do, considering the fact that he was in essence coercing me into have sex with another man just to try to keep our own sex life exciting.”

“So who did you choose?”

“Our neighbor across the street at the time, Ben. You remember Ben, don’t you?”

“Was this the same ‘Ben’ that used to come over to our house to play basketball with me in our driveway? And the same ‘Ben’ that used help Dad out with his various home improvement projects and car maintenance stuff? And the same ‘Ben’ that you and Dad had over to the house for dinner from time to time, and I used to play video games with him on the couch while we were waiting for the food to cook?”

“Yes. That same ‘Ben.’ Not only was Ben the convenient choice, since he was always hanging out at our house anyway, and your father trusted him and really liked him a lot, despite their age difference; but Ben was also a very good looking guy in his mid 20’s who I just happened to secretly have the hots for. And I figured I might as well get something in return, if I was going to help your father get his rocks off by doing the whole cuckolding thing with him.”

“Wow! This just keeps on getting better and better.”

“You haven’t heard the half of it yet. I still remember that very first night of cuckolding like it was yesterday. You were sleeping over at your best friend’s house that night. And Ben agreed to come over to our house for a cozy little last-minute party with just Sam and me. And we all drank several shots of Tequila, just to get loosened up and relaxed.

“An hour or so into our little party, your father asked Ben to come up to the bedroom with us because he wanted to show Ben ‘something very special.’ And we all three went upstairs to Sam’s and my bedroom.

“Sam sat down in the chair across from the bed, and Ben sat down on the side of the bed before I strategically sat down beside Ben.

“We sat there for an awkward moment when Ben finally spoke up to break the silence, and he asked Sam, ‘So where’s this very special something that you wanted to show me?’

“‘Right here,’ I said to Ben. And I opened up my blouse and threw off my bra to show Ben my bare breasts.

“It was obvious that Ben was in shock and disbelief. And so I asked him, ‘Didn’t Sam tell you what we were going to be doing tonight together?’

“And Ben said to me, ‘Yes, he did. But to tell you the truth, I didn’t think you guys would really go through with it.’

“And I said to him, ‘Well, we are. And we’re doing this right now. I don’t know about you, but I’m so horny I can’t stand myself!’

“I leaned over to kiss Ben a few times, and then I let him feel out and suck on my breasts, right in front of your father.

“I had never done anything that taboo or erotic before in my entire life. And so my pussy got sopping wet–especially when I looked over and saw your dad sitting in that chair, with his dick pulled out of his pants, and him fondling away at it, while he was watching Ben and me like a hawk.

“Anyway, the original plan that your dad came up with was that I was going to give Ben a blowjob first, and then let him eat my pussy. And then I was supposed to jack Ben off in from of your father. Either that, or get Ben to jack himself off and let him cum on my pussy. Of course, I’m talking about the outside part of my pussy.

“Well, that whole plan went to hell in a hand basket as soon as Ben and I were both naked, and I had just finished giving him a blowjob so that he had a nice big hard-on down between his legs. And I was lying down on my back on top of the bed with my legs spread apart, letting Ben slurp-slurp away at my pussy.

“Before I knew what was happening, Ben suddenly climbed up on top of me, and pinned me down to the bed, as he penetrated me in a missionary position, and began thrusting away at my pussy.

“At that point, I realized that Ben was actually raping me, since I hadn’t given him permission to fuck me. And he was doing it right in front of my own husband.

“But you father didn’t say one word about it. He just kept jacking himself off and breathing heavy, and constantly staring at both of us like a madman.

“I whispered in Ben’s ear, and asked him very nicely to pull out of me, and let him know that I wasn’t on any form of birth control, and that he might get me pregnant–which wasn’t quite the whole truth of the matter.

“At the time, I had just gotten off The Pill. Primarily because of my age. It simply became too risky for me to keep taking birth control pills, according to my doctor, who also assured me that I had been on The Pill for so many years that it would most likely take two to three months for my reproductive system to get back to normal.

“That same doctor also told Sam and me that we could safely just go ahead and keep having sexual intercourse during that two to three month period while we continued looking for another reliable birth control method to use in place of The Pill.

“And so that’s exactly what Sam and I had recently been doing–except that we weren’t having sex very often anymore. Maybe once every couple of weeks, at the most. And I assumed that was why the whole cuckolding thing even came up between us.

“Anyway, back to my story: While Ben continued thrusting his awesome, young, stiff penis in and out of my vagina–and right after I warned him that he might get me pregnant–Ben whispered back in my ear, saying, ‘Good. Because that’s what your husband wants me to do. He told me that he wants me to fuck the crap out of you and get you pregnant, if I can. So that’s exactly what I’m doing right now.’

“And I pleaded with Ben, ‘Oh God no! Please don’t do this. At least, put on a rubber, or pull out and jack off onto my pussy, or something. I don’t want to get pregnant!’

“And that was a total lie on my part. The truth is I was wanting to get pregnant so badly that I could barely stand it. I could feel my biological clock running out, and I was really hoping to have a daughter this time around.

“I was also wanting Sam to be the father of my second child. But that simply wasn’t in the cards for me. I’ll explain why later.

“So, even though at first, I was outwardly behaving as if I didn’t want Ben to fuck me, I was actually elated deep down inside when Ben had ignored my phony pleas, and just kept relentlessly humping away at my pussy with that awesome-feeling dick of his.

“My God! Ben’s dick was magnificent compared to Sam’s! I couldn’t believe how different the intercourse itself felt. Let’s just say that I finally understood why women prefer a man with a large, thick penis. Ben’s dick stretched my vagina wide-open, which felt absolutely wonderful to my pussy.

“And as Ben continued to hump away at my pussy at a faster and faster pace, I found it harder and harder to maintain my false outward demeanor.

“And it didn’t take very long at all before I found myself whispering in Ben’s ear, urging him to keep on fucking me for as long as he wanted to, and telling him that I had changed my mind, and that I wanted him to go ahead and cum deep inside my pussy. And that’s exactly what he finally ended up doing.”

I interrupted Mom’s story for a moment to ask her, “Did Ben make you cum while he was fucking you like that, right in front of Dad?”

“Oh God yes! I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard in my entire life,” Mom confessed to me, and we both laughed out loud.

“So did you get pregnant that night?” I asked.

“No. But I did get hooked on cuckolding my husband,” Mom stated matter-of-factly, and we both broke out laughing again.

“All I can say is that cuckolding was so exciting and taboo that Sam and I just couldn’t get enough of it. Your father and I would have Ben come over to our house at least two or three times a week, so that Ben could fuck the crap out me in front of your dad, and try to get me pregnant.

“Little did Sam and I–or Ben–realize that it would end up taking nearly four months of hardcore fucking for that to finally happen. But it eventually did, thank God!

“And that’s how Ben got me pregnant with your little sister.

“And after she was born, Sam and I decided to name her ‘Lacey’ in honor of Ben’s mother.”

“What did you mean when you told me earlier that you were wanting Sam to be the father of your second child, but that it simply wasn’t in the cards?”

“I meant that I later found out that Sam was ‘shooting blanks,’ and he had been doing that ever since just after you were born, when one of his buddies at work had talked him into secretly going to the doctor one day and getting a vasectomy that he didn’t tell me about until after Ben had finally managed to get me pregnant with Lacey. Go figure…

“There I was risking my health and taking The Pill all those years, thinking that Sam could get me pregnant if I didn’t, when the truth was that that was a total impossibility.

“In other words, it wasn’t in the cards. And Sam’s not telling me the truth about his reproductive situation was the one cruel thing that Sam did to me during his life.

“But ironically, looking back on it all now, the best thing that Sam ever did for me was to suggest that I cuckold him, and let another man have sex with me in front of him.”

“Wow, Mom! That’s a fucking incredible story, if I’ve ever heard one!”

“But my story’s not over yet. You see, I was really pissed off about the whole vasectomy thing and being lied to all those years. So I decided that I was going to get even with Sam for that one.

“One day, I walked up to him and demanded that he was going to have sexual intercourse with a woman of my choice–not his–and that he was going to do it right in front me while I watched, just like he had made me have sex with Ben in front of him all those months.

“Now, that I finally knew that Sam was shooting blanks sperm-wise, I didn’t have to worry about him possibly getting another woman pregnant, and all the backlash that something like that might cause for our family.

“And even though I still loved my husband dearly, I told him that if he didn’t cooperate with my demand, I was going to banish him to another bedroom, and never let him have sex with me again. And I could tell from his reaction that he knew that I was serious as a heart attack about that threat, and that I would carry through with it, if he forced my hand.”

“Holy shit, Mom! You’ve got some big balls on you!”

“Actually, it’s a big clit,” Mom said jokingly and then went on with her story, “So once I got Sam to agree to ‘play nice,’ I started my search for a woman that I wanted Sam to fuck in front of me. And it didn’t take long for me to find the perfect woman.

“Her real name was Dorothy, but everyone just called her ‘Dotty,’ and she was my close friend when we were both in college. We had shared a dorm room together. And she was always telling me how handsome she thought that Sam was, back before I began dating him. In fact, she had always wanted Sam to date her, but he had ended up choosing me, instead.

“But the most important part of this whole equation was that, when I got back in touch with her, Dotty told me that she was divorced now, several months out from her failed marriage, and that she was feeling horny as hell, and needing to feel a dick in her pussy again–her words, not mine.

“And so, without realizing it, Dotty ended up making this phone call much easier than I thought it was going to be. I offered Sam up to her on a silver platter, and she took the bait, thanking me over and over again for wanting to share my gorgeous husband with her. It didn’t even bother her when I told her that I intended to watch the two of them have sex in front of me.

“But then that didn’t really surprise me, because Dotty had always had exhibitionist tendencies, ever since I first met her.

“Let’s just say that, back when we were in college together, it wasn’t uncommon for Dotty to wear a low-cut blouse with no bra, and then lean over towards a guy at some party or in a club, and let that guy look down the front of her blouse to see her nipples. That was pretty much her way of trying to pick up a man that she was interested in having sex with.

“Anyway, after hearing my offer over the phone, all Dotty said to me was, ‘So when are we doing this? And where?’

“And I told her, ‘How about tomorrow night at my house? Be there by 9:00, if you can. And definitely don’t bother wearing a bra, or panties. I can guarantee you that you won’t be needing them.”

“What did Dotty look like?”

“Well, she was around my same age, of course. But to be honest, she was a very plain-looking girl, and she didn’t have much going for her body-wise either. She was super-skinny, tall and lanky, and she was very small-breasted.

“And the next night when Dotty showed up at our house, except for the facial aging part, she still looked pretty much the same way that she did back in college. And that made me very happy.

“Because that’s why I picked her for Sam to have sex with. I knew that Sam didn’t find Dotty attractive in a sexual way, even though he seemed to like her bubbly, outgoing personality.

“And so I was going to be making my husband fuck someone that he would never choose to have sex with, if that choice were left up to him. And that was the beauty of my revenge plan.

“But my plan went right off the rails that very first night with Dotty in our bedroom. It turned out that Sam ended up getting really turned-on by having sex with another woman in front of me. He didn’t seem to care that that other woman was Dotty.

“In fact, he made love to Dotty as if she were a skinny version of me! And of course, I didn’t expect that to happen at all.

“In fact, it really got me mad. I was wanting for Sam to be embarrassed and disgusted by the situation of having to fuck a woman who he didn’t find to be sexually attractive to him.

“But, much to my dismay, Sam was enjoying the whole experience so much that he didn’t just have sex with Dotty. He actually made love to her, kissing her passionately and all that kind of stuff.

“So as I sat there in that chair across from the bed, masturbating and watching those two go at it, I couldn’t help but get jealous.

“I eventually jumped into bed beside them, and began kissing Dotty, while my husband was busy humping away at her pussy, missionary-style. Dotty stuck her tongue in my mouth, and we instantly started French-kissing each other.

“I didn’t know why I was kissing Dotty. I knew I wasn’t gay. I had been having sex with men far too long to ever assume that.

“But I guess I was just feeling super-horny that night, and I lost control of myself. It didn’t help that Dotty was passionately kissing me in a way that my own husband hadn’t kissed me in years.

“But when Dotty reach over with her hand and began feeling out one of my breasts, and I automatically placed my own hand on her chest, and I began feeling out her small breasts as well, I knew that I was in trouble, and that things would never be the same for me again. I was forced to come to grips with the fact that I had latent bisexual tendencies that I had kept hidden deep down inside for many years.

“And the next thing I knew, I had my hand down in Dotty’s pussy, feeling out the front part of her pussy and her clitoris, while Sam continued thrusting his dick in and out of her vagina.

“Then Dotty reach down into my crotch with the one hand that she had been using to play with my breast. She grabbed hold of my clit and began squeezing it between her fingers.

“And that’s when Sam orgasmed and came inside her baby-making hole, while I was still rubbing away at her clit. And Dotty, who was obviously orgasming her ass off too, was screaming out in pure joy.

“But the problem was I hadn’t orgasmed enough yet to feel thoroughly satisfied. So I got Sam to pull out of her, and go sit down in the chair across the room. And I got up between Dotty’s thighs, and I inserted my long clit up into her creampied fuck-hole, and I fake-fucked her with my large clit in front of my husband, until I finally came really hard.

“Before that night with Dotty, I had assumed that this whole experience would be a one-time event, and that Sam and I would simply go back to our usual weird sex life afterwards. But that didn’t happen.

“Instead, Sam insisted that we keep having threesome sex with Dotty on a regular basis–and Dotty was all in with the idea too, considering how well that first experience had turned out.

“And Sam told me that I only had myself to blame for bringing Dotty back into our lives, and into our bedroom, in the first place. And the worst part was that I realized that my husband was absolutely right about that, and that I was going to have to live with the consequences of my actions. And so that’s what I did.”

“Did you and Dad keep on having threesomes with Dotty all the way up until Dad’s death?”

“No. I wish that were the case. Believe me. But your dad and I didn’t keep up the threesome thing with Dotty after she eventually found a boyfriend about a year or so later, and got married again. In fact, I lost touch with her when she moved into her boyfriend’s house, and then they moved across the country somewhere to be closer to where his relatives lived. And that’s where I assume the two of them got married.

“And, just for the record, Sam and I didn’t always have a threesome with Dotty when she came over to the house. Sometimes Dotty and I would have sex together while your father just sat in the chair and jacked off while he was watching us. He was really into that whole cuckolding thing.”

“Nice, Mom! So let me get this straight. What you’re really telling me here in this kitchen right now is that you’re a bisexual slut?”

“No, son. I’m telling you that I’m human. And I just happen to be bisexual. And I still have sexual wants and desires, even at my advanced age. And most of all, I want to let you know that great sex is about much more than just rubbing two–or even three–bare genitals together. It’s a state of mind.

“And I haven’t been in that state of mind ever since your father died. It’s a lonely old house with no man in my bed. And my old worn-out pussy is just screaming out for me to have another rock-hard penis inside it again.

“Would you do that for me tonight, son? Would you come to my bedroom and fuck me every night that you’re staying here? That’s the special Christmas present that only you can give me.”

“Oh God, Mom! Do you realize what you’re asking me to do?”

“Of course I do. I might as well add ‘incest’ to my list of taboo things that I’ve done in my life. So what do you say? Do we have a deal?”

“Mom, I’m a virgin. I’ve never fucked a woman before. What if I’m not that good at it?”

“Oh, don’t worry. You’ll be good at it. Surely you’ve watched your share of online porn videos, haven’t you?”

“Well yeah, but that’s different. It’s not my penis going up inside my own mother’s vagina,” I argued, noticing that I now had a full-blown hard-on at the front of my pants, struggling to push its way out through my closed zipper.

“What are you talking about, son? That should only get you even more excited, doesn’t it?”

“Well, yes ma’am. It does for some strange reason, but–“

“No ‘buts,'” Mom jumped in, cutting me off. “I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. If you love me at all, you’ll do this one little thing for me.

“Besides, what are you worried about. You can’t get me pregnant at my age. But at least we can both still have a great time going through the motions.”

“But what about my little sister? Won’t she hear us?”

“Sure she will. But she doesn’t care. Because she already knows that I planned on fucking you the whole time you’re here–with your permission, of course.

“And here’s the kicker. Lacey also wants you to fuck her too, while you’re here.”

“What? You’ve gotta be kidding me! She’s married!”

“So what? What’s that got to do with anything? Lacey’s trying to get pregnant and start a family. But unfortunately, that’s the one thing her husband can’t seem to do for her. So she wants you to try your best to get her pregnant while she’s staying here with us.

“She told me that she ovulated yesterday, according to her Basal body thermometer readings, and that she can’t wait to have her big brother’s dick and his sperm inside her pussy.”

“Wow! This is a lot to take in, Mom,” I commented. “So what do you want me to do? Fuck Lacey during the day, and then fuck you during the night?”

“Sure. Why not? That sounds good–if you’re up for it, that is. If not, then I guess your sister and I could always go out for a night on the town together, and then bring home some anonymous guys that we pick up at a nightclub or bar, so that they can fuck us both.”

“Ew, that’s just plain gross! Please don’t do that, Mom. You never know how many loose women’s pussies that a stranger’s dick has been in.”

“But I do know how many pussies your dick has been in, son: Zero. You just admitted that to me yourself a few moments ago. And so I know that your dick has to be in ‘clean and pristine’ condition–and best of all, VD-free. And that’s exactly the type of penis that I want in my vagina–and especially in my daughter’s fertile vagina. Capiche?”

“Okay, Mom. You sure drive a hard bargain. I’ll go ahead and do it. Because I love you guys. I’ll fuck you both with my ‘pristine’ penis, just like you’re asking me to. I promise.”

“That’s great to hear!” Mom said, “Thank you, son, for your special Christmas present to me, and to your sister.”

“But, Mom, you’ve gotta promise me that what happens in Vegas will stay in Vegas, if you know what I mean? This has to remain our own dirty little secret for the rest of our lives.”

“I promise. I’ll also get Lacey to promise you that, as well.”

“One last little detail: How’s Lacey going to explain it to her husband, if I do manage to get her pregnant over the next few days?”

“She’s going to lie to him of course, and tell him that the baby is his. She and her husband have been trying to start a family for a while. And so she makes sure that Tim fucks her every time that he comes home from one of his business trips. Are you okay with that?”

“Sure. Why not?”

“Good. We’re all set then. Now, do you want a preview of tonight?”

“What on earth are you talking about, Mom?”

“Do you want to see the pussy you came out of when you were born?”

“I’ve seen it before, Mom. When you were getting out of the shower that time and you accidentally dropped your towel.”

“But all you saw was my pubic hair. You didn’t actually get to see my pussy. And that’s what I’m offering to show to you right now. So I’ll ask you once again, do you want to see my pussy?”

“Sure, Mom.”

“Okay, then first, you’ve got to show me your bare package. I’ll bet you’ve already got a hard-on just from us talking about all this stuff.”

“Okay, Mom, you’re right. I do have a hard-on,” I admitted as I stood up from the kitchen tabled, unbuckled my pants, unzipped my zipper, and pulled my pants and underwear down around my thighs to let Mom get her first glimpse of my erect penis and scrotum.

“Oh my! I had forgotten just how nice and big your dick is. It’s been a while since I last saw it.”

“And exactly when was that, Mom?”

“I can’t believe you don’t remember. Because I sure do. It happened that summer after you had graduated high school, and turned 18. But you were still living with your dad and me, while you were waiting for your first semester at the university to get underway.

“And I came home from work early one afternoon, and caught you ‘doing your thing’ while you were lying in your bed. You had your bedroom door wide open, and I could hear the porn videos that you were playing on your laptop, as I was walking down the hallway to my bedroom. How could I not look into your room?”

“Oh my God! I remember that now. I was so embarrassed at the time. Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be sorry, son. You weren’t doing anything wrong. But do you want to know what I did after I caught you that afternoon?”

“Yeah, sure. I mean, you seemed really upset when you ran off, after catching me in the act, like that.”

“Well, I was. But I wasn’t upset with you. I was upset about my own reaction to what I caught you doing. You see, I immediately went to my bedroom, locked my bedroom door, and masturbated while I was fantasizing the whole time about what your fully-erect dick and balls had looked like. I knew that what I was doing was so wrong and taboo. But I just couldn’t get those thoughts out of my head.

“And while I was masturbating that day, I also couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to actually let my own son fuck me.

“And I almost acted on that thought that day. But I finally decided it was best for me to just stay in my bedroom and masturbate, instead of coming back to your bedroom to try to seduce my own son into fucking me. Besides, I knew that if your father ever found out that you and I fucked, he’d totally freak out about it and lose his shit, to the point that he might even divorce me.

“But I’m curious though. After I caught you that afternoon, and then left your bedroom doorway, if I would have gone ahead and come back into your bedroom while you were still doing what you males do–at least I assume you continued to ‘do your thing’–would you–“

I rudely cut Mom off mid-sentence, “–You assume right, Mom. I did go ahead and finish what I had started. You always taught me to do that. And so that’s exactly what I did.”

“But if I would’ve asked you to have sex with me, would you have gone ahead and fucked me that afternoon?”

“I honestly don’t know what I would have done way back then, Mom. Okay? That was many years ago, and I was a different person back then, but then so were you,” I said, while feeling uncomfortable about my own mother staring at my exposed dick and balls. “What I do know, is that now it’s your turn. Please show me the pussy that I came out of when I was born.”

Upon hearing my request, Mom got up out of her chair, unbuttoned the front of her housecoat all the way down, put a hand on each side of her stomach, and in one smooth motion, pulled the front of the gown wide-open to show me her entire naked body. It definitely wasn’t anything to write home about.

My mother was a big-boned, fairly tall, brown-haired woman of mostly Italian descent. Her large breasts were pretty saggy, she was at least 50 pounds overweight, and her entire pubic area had been shaved hairless.

Just for the record, Mom’s whole pubic area was really hairy back when I saw it the day that she came out of the shower and accidentally dropped her towel.

Mom walked around the kitchen table over to my side of the table, and said to me, “Sit back down, son.”

And so I did, with my pants and underwear still pulled down, and wrapped around my thighs.

“Do you want to suck on my breasts? They’re the same breasts that you used to suck away on back when you were a baby.”

I just nodded, slid my chair over to the left to face her, and leaned over toward her chest. I gently grabbed hold of her right breast, and pulled it over to my mouth, so that I could latch onto her large nipple, and start sucking away on it, just like a baby would do.

When I did that, my mother cradled my head in her hands, and I heard my mother say, “Oh, God yes! I’ve waited so long for this moment. To feel your wonderful mouth around my nipples again.”

After a few minutes, I shifted my mouth over to Mom’s left nipple, and gave it the attention that it deserved.

Then Mom said to me, “Do you want to touch my pussy, and see what it feels like?”

I didn’t answer. I just nodded a couple of times, and pulled my mouth away from her nipple.

Mom straightened back up. She had been leaning over towards me to give me easier access to her breasts, and to caress my head in her arms while I was sucking on her nipples.

But now, with Mom standing up straight in front of me, I was looking directly at her pussy, and seeing it up close for the very first time ever.

And my mother’s pussy was not a pretty-looking pussy by any stretch of the imagination. It was however an incredibly nasty-looking pussy. She had super-long inner labia hanging way down out of her crack, looking like small darkly discolored skin-curtains. But that wasn’t the most unique or nasty-looking feature of her pussy. Her clitoris was.

When I got my first close-up view of Mom’s pussy, and saw her clitoris, I instantly thought to myself, What the fuck is that sticking out at the very front of your pussy? It looks like a small dick!

But of course, I didn’t vocalize my thoughts to Mom.

I slowly reached down between Mom’s legs, as she spread her legs apart just enough to give me easy access, and I inserted my fingertips up into her slit, and felt her wetness for the first time ever. And I thought to myself, My God! You’re already soppy-wet and ready-to-fuck.

Mom reached down into the front of her shaved-hairless crotch with both hands, placed one hand on each side of her pussy crack, tilted her pelvis forward, and pulled her pussy crack wide-open so that I could plainly see all the various parts that were normally hidden down inside her inner pussy lips.

All I can say is that her clitoris was a real turn-on for me. It was huge. A little over 2 inches long and about 3/4 inches wide. And it even had a distinct head on it with a small, darker-colored corona encircling the rear part of it, making it look much more like a small penis than a large clitoris.

I couldn’t help but grab hold of it and start gently moving her clitoral hood up and down her long shaft, as if I were jacking off a small penis.

And I automatically thought to myself, I wonder what Dad’s reaction was when he first discovered that Mom has a huge, dick-looking clitoris at the front of her pussy.

At first, Mom really seemed to enjoy what I was doing, as she remarked to me, “Wow! You really like my ‘little dick,’ don’t you? I’ve been self-conscious about it my whole life. But you really can’t blame me. Not many women out there have a ‘little dick’ for a clitoris, like I do. I was afraid that you’d find it repulsive.”

“No, ma’am. I love your ‘little dick.’ It’s really a huge turn-on for me! And I think I could keep feeling it and playing with it for hours, if you’d let me.”

“On my God! Please don’t do that. I want you to touch and feel the other parts of my pussy, okay? So this is my piss-hole,” Mom said, using her extended middle finger to point directly at it. “Do you want to watch me pee a little bit?”

“Sure, Mom. Why not? We’ve already gone this far.”

“Good. So go ahead and cup the palm of your hand, and place it under my pussy, and I’ll carefully let out a little bit of urine directly onto your hand. Okay?”

And the next thing I knew, I could feel the warm, yellowish-colored, watery liquid flowing out into the cupped palm of my hand, with some of it falling through my fingers and over the edge of my palm to splatter onto the linoleum kitchen floor below.

“Oops!” Mom said, “I guess I accidentally let out just a little more urine than I had planned on. You can chalk that one up to my old-lady bladder and piss-hole. So what are you going to do with all that piss?”

“Rub it all over your pussy?” I replied hesitantly, seeking Mom’s approval.

And Mom said, “Sounds good to me, son. Go for it!”

While Mom just kept holding her pussy pulled wide-open for me, I pressed the cupped palm of my hand up against her flattened-out pussy crack, and rubbed her still-warm urine all around on it.

“Okay, that’s good,” Mom said. “Now that I’m nice and wet, I want you to go ahead and stick your fingers up inside my vagina and feel it out. It’s that much bigger hole at the very rear of my pussy.”

“Yes, Mom. I know,” I said, not really liking my mother’s patronizing tone-of-voice, “I’m not a little kid anymore. I took Sex Ed in high school, remember?”

“Well, that’s good. But keep in mind that what I’m showing you–and what you’re going to be feeling out for yourself–isn’t just some woman’s vagina. It’s my vagina. It’s the same vagina that your father had his dick inside of thousands of times throughout the years. It’s the same vagina that your dick’s going to be up inside of tonight. And it’s the same vagina that you popped out of 35 years ago, back when you were born.”

I slid my fingertips up into the entrance of my mother’s vagina, and moved them around a little bit, feeling the uneven edges of her gaping vaginal entrance, along with the tiny skin flaps that were the left-over remnants of her broken hymen.

And then I slowly inserted my middle finger up deep into Mom’s fuck-hole.