Motherfucker 2

MOTHERFUCKER 2

"Where would you sleep?" I asked.

"Gordy and I would sleep with Camille," Samuel said. "Your mother!" He raised his eye lids.

"She would never agree to that," I said.

"Oh, not so," he said smiling a wicked smile. "She already has. We've been here two nights and Camille's pleased us both nights. Wonderfully," he said enthusiastically. "She is a dedicated soldier for the cause," he said. "Her mouth and pussy are her weapons."

He stood naked, his erection bouncing straight out in front of him like a flag. "Call her in, Gordy," he said. "Let her show him." The other man was gone for a minute and he returned with my mother. She was naked and looked disheveled, like she hadn't slept. Her pubic hair was matted and stiff.

"He wants to see you do your job," he told her. Dutifully, she knelt before him and took his stiff cock in her hand, then she put her lips over the end and sucked on the knob eagerly. "Do you want to swallow it?" he asked. Without taking his dick from her mouth, she nodded.

In a short amount of time he began to shake and she held him in as he shot stream after stream of pearly cum down her lovely throat. "Come, Gordy. Join in the fun," Samuel said.

Corey looked pleased and moved up next to them. She reached out and took his ridged cock in her hand, then she took Samuel's from her mouth and replaced it happily with the other man's organ.

"Do you like the taste of our cocks?" Samuel asked her. She simply nodded and smiled as she sucked on the second man's cock and held the other one in her hand, massaging it joyfully.

"Do you want us to both fuck you?" he asked.

She looked over at me and smiled, acknowledging her willingness. "Oh, please," she said, taking Gordy's cock from her mouth. "Fuck my hungry pussy," she begged, "and my ass. I am yours to fuck," she said, not at all concerned that I was there watching my mother suck two men in our living room.

"Will you fuck the whole army for the cause?" Samuel asked her.

"Of course," she said, pausing a few seconds from what she was doing to speak. "They can come on my face if they want," she said breathlessly.

"Will you show your son how dedicated to the cause you are by fucking them in front of him?" Samuel asked.

"Of course," she said. "Fucking is not evil. Fucking is making love. I will fuck the whole army if you want me to," she gushed. "I will drink every man's cum if you'd like," she said conscientiously. "In front of anyone. I cannot fight for the cause, but I will fuck for it," she said.

"Would you suck your own son's cock?" Samuel asked her.

"Of course," she said, smiling at me warmly. "It's such a beautiful cock," she added with a proud smile.

"Let your mother suck your cock," Samuel said. "Get naked so she can take you into her mouth and suck you until you come and let her swallow your seed down her lovely mother's throat," he said. "Let us watch a mother suck her son's cock. I have never seen that, but I want to. Show us, Camille, how much you love your son," he said, a chuckle in his voice.

"Don't deny her, boy," he said. "Let your mother give you a blowjob. Take off your pants and let your mother suck your erect cock and swallow every drop of come you can produce for her," he said.

"Will you do that for her, boy?" he asked. I looked at her and she nodded, then smiled.

"Please," she whispered. "Since you turned eighteen I have wanted to feel you in my mouth," she said. "I have wanted to feel your cum slide down my throat. "Please, Jeremy. Let me show them and let a proud mother have a little bit of pleasure sucking her handsome son's cock," she said.

As if by instinct I unbuttoned my pants and stepped out of them. "Ah, yes, no underwear," my mother said. My cock was already hard and sprang out straight as I dropped my jeans in front of my sexy mother. I stepped closer and she took my cock and held it, as if by holding it she was enjoying the weight and bulk of it.

She knelt down in front of me, admiring my dick, then kissed the end as it rose before her, finally taking the knob between her lips and sucking it like a candy cane.

"Do you like the way your mother sucks cock?" Samuel asked. I simply nodded. When I had come and she'd swallowed it all, Samuel asked if I'd like to put it in her.

"Yes," I said, barely above a whisper.

"We couldn't hear you," Samuel prompted.

"Yes," I said with renewed strength in my voice, watching my mother's lips curl around my cock.

"You want to fuck your mother?" he asked again.

"Oh, yes," I said, wanting it more than I ever thought possible.

"Do you want your son's cock in your salty pussy?" he asked.

"More than anything," she said.

"Do you want to ride on top of him, like a cowgirl?" he asked. She looked over at me, as if asking my preference. I just smiled and nodded my approval.

Samuel removed the pillows off the made bed and patted the mattress. I took off my shirt and climbed on the bed. When I was arranged and flat, she climbed up on the bed and threw one leg over my hips, kneeling over me, her pussy just above my vertical erection.

After expertly moving her hips to position me just right, she sat down on my cock forcing it in, squeezing me up into her. I smoothly moved up inside of her pussy and she began to slowly bounce, forcing me repeatedly up into her tight and warm pussy. It was the best sex I had ever had, perhaps because of who it was or the excitement of the forbidden.

She had stopped me after a few thrusts and had me let her put a condom on my excited cock. "It wouldn't be well to let us make a baby between us," she said as she slipped the rubber over my cock. "Now come inside me and don't hold back," she said, again sliding me back inside her.

"Now fuck me, Jeremy, like I have wanted you to for years. I am a sexual woman," she said, "as these men have shown you. The one person I have wanted for so many years is now inside of me, and I love the feel of your hardness in my mother-pussy."

We fucked for close to an hour as Gordy and Samuel watched and shouted encouragement, and I discovered how much I not only enjoyed fucking my mother, but doing it in front of others made it even better. Not only the incest brought me to a new level of sexuality, but it brought out the exhibitionist in me to fuck her in front of an audience. I had never been interested in fucking for spectators, and the idea of fucking my mother had not even occurred to me, but doing both made me begin thinking totally different about my sexuality.

Gordy and Samuel were at the house for another forty days, and my mother serviced them both at least once a day. I was in bed with her almost as often, and our sex was hot and passionate and tender at the same time. It was remarkable. There were soldiers who came to our place and she had sex with all of them, sometimes two at a time.

Over the course of my life, I have been with a woman named Cheryl often and on a pretty regular basis, since she would visit me at least once a week. I also had an ongoing romance with Jessica, who did my laundry, and she traded work for romance whenever I wanted it. My sex life has not been one of cinema inspiring mating, but it was not dull and uninspiring either. But, until I slipped under the covers with my mother, it did not reach the heights it eventually rose to. Having the soldiers at our house led to changes I could not have predicted. Never in my wildest imagination would I have expected that the most passionate sex partner of my life would turnout to be my own mother and that she would willingly fuck soldiers.

One evening, as we recovered side by side after an exciting session of cowgirl, she asked me if I had ever had a threesome with two women. I told her about a time a friend of mine and I had sex with a woman once, but I had never had an experience with bisexual women.

"Would you ever consider a threesome with another woman and your mother?" she asked. "One of my biggest pleasures is eating pussy," she said smiling. "I think it would be awesome to share a pussy with my son," she said. It was a question I had not ever considered, but it right away appealed to my new sense of sexuality, of sexual adventure. The thought of sharing a woman with my mother heated my blood and sent bolts of passion through me like currents of electricity that crackled and snapped with desire just under my flesh.

"I would love that," I said with more enthusiasm than I intended to show. "Have you had much bi experience?" I asked her.

"Not enough," she said, "but enough to make me love it. No one knows how to eat pussy like someone who owns one," she said with a lusty grin.

Just the thought of sharing a pussy with my mother sent me into spasms of sexual delight. I began picturing it in my mind, seeing images of us wrapped together like rutting weasels. I imagined how the two of us would share a pussy, passing it back and forth between us, licking and sucking like cats at a bowl of milk.

She called me two days later and asked if I was busy on the weekend. "Denise will be here until Sunday afternoon," she said. "If you'd like, she'd like us to share her. She is prone to that sort of thing. It is her nature," she said.

I was enthusiastic and responded in kind. "I would love to share her with you," I said. "I have never done that, but I'd like to. Especially with you," I said. "You have taught me much about myself that I didn't know about."

That Saturday Denise came to my mother's house and walked right in. She obviously had been there before and felt comfortable. She met my mother inside and they embraced. It was a passionate kiss, not one between casual friends, but one between lovers and women who had been intimate many times before.

"This is my son," Mother told her. "He and I have discovered another level of love lately, and I knew you would enjoy being a part of that," she told Denise.

"Oh yes, I would," she said breathlessly. "I have been with Carolyn and her son," she said. "He is a doctor. More and more mothers are discovering that sex with their sons can be compelling, like you have," she said. "I think this rejection of incest is just so old fashion," she added.

I followed the two women as they walked hand in hand toward the bedroom. They began taking off items of clothing as they walked through the house. Little piles of garments scattered across each room behind them, down the hall and even across the floor to the bed. My mother tossed off the last of what she was wearing, a small, see-through bra and it landed on the back of a chair, then she pulled Denise on top of her and called to me.

"Please join us, son," she said pulling Denise into her arms and kissing her passionately. I took off my clothes and climbed up on the bed, spreading Denise's legs with my forearms. I put my mouth against her pussy and my mother moved in next to me. After a few minutes I moved aside and let her crawl up and take my place at Denise's pink and wet pussy. She parted her lover's petals with her thumbs and inserted her tongue as far as it could reach, tasting her friend and moaning with delight as she sucked and swallowed.

After a few minutes of dining on Denise's pussy, my mother pulled back and nodded toward her lover's wet, swollen and slayed pussy, opened up by my mother's tongue. I moved in and put my lips around the sexy, velvet pussy before me. My mother reached under me and took ahold of my stiff cock, aroused by the taste and smell of Denise's cunt. She lifted up her head and looked between her thighs at us and smiled.

"Ah, you two are marvelous," she groaned, closing her eyes and putting her head back on the pillow. As I sucked on her pussy lips, my mother slipped a finger passed my lips and into Denise's puffy sex. She curled the finger, searching for the G-spot.

Denise's body stiffened as Mother's finger found the promise land. As I munched on those soft, pink petals, fluid shot passed my cheeks. I moved my head and let the liquid soak into the bed.

It took Denise a few minutes to compose herself, then she sat up and sighed. "You're a great mother-son team," she said. "You should do it as a service. Charge for your skill," she said. "I will pass the word around town. You could have cards made up. Something like: Motherly Love, or Tag-team sex. Something catchy and clever. I know folks who like the idea of mother son sex."

"Isn't that illegal?" I said naively.

"Sure," she said, "so is driving fast, but folks still do it. People I know don't care about being illegal," she said. "Fucking a mother/son combination would be especially exciting for my friends."

I had found I enjoyed an audience while fucking, so I began considering it. "What do you think?" I asked my mother.

"Any chance I get to have sex, especially with my son, is hard to pass up," she said with a lecherous grin. "Sex is my hobby, I guess," she said. "It could easily become my profession."

"That a girl," Denise said, squeezing my mother's hand. Denise had cards made up for us, pink with the words "Sexual Healing-mother and son." It had an email number on it and we had that address on our computer.

Our first customer was a young bi woman who specialized in threesomes, focussing on iced gender couples. Her name was Constance, not Connie, and she was thirty, five seven, with blond hair and killer tits. She had a scrumptious ass and a face out of central casting, looking a lot like Anne Hathaway in her nighttime best. She was articulate and sophisticated, with a soft spoken manner and seemed to be constantly in total control of her emotions, although we quickly learned she could explode into a wild animal state that screamed for sexual release.

She called before she came over, then knocked at our door at five on January sixteenth. "I hear a person can be sexually healed here by a loving mother and son," she said.

"We certainly hope so," Mother said. "We'll do our very best to accommodate your carnal needs," she said. "Come in, let us undress you, and we'll begin with whatever you choose. This is my son, my lover, and my partner, Jeremy. He will do whatever is your deepest pleasure," she told her.

"What is it that gives you the greatest pleasure?" I asked. "Oral, anal, G-spot squirting, double penetration, what?"

"So many great choices," Constance said. "Oh, my, let me think. I like being eaten while giving oral pleasure to a long, hard cock," she said, surprisingly candid. I smiled and looked at my mother.

"I think we can manage that," my mother said with a licentious grin.

"What would you charge to give that pleasure?" she asked.

"We only charge if you receive the desired sexual satisfaction," I said. "Do you enjoy old-fashioned fucking?" I asked.

"I would fuck a good-looking mannequin," she said. "I truly love old-fashioned fucking, as you say. So do me however you like. I am putting myself in your skillful hands."

We brought her in, closed the door, and took her to my mother's bedroom, each of us holding one of her hands. Once in the bedroom, we led her to the bed and each of us took off an item of her clothing. She wore a coat, which I lifted from her shoulders. Mother unbuttoned her blouse. I lifted it off her shoulders. My mother undid the snap on her skirt, pulled it down and over her hips. She took off her bra and tossed it on the floor.

She wore silk, pink panties, which I removed and lifted over her ankles, raising to my nose and smelling their syrupy aroma. They were wet and perfumed with the slight fragrance of female scented douche. "Ah, how wonderful you smell," I said.

When she was nude, Mother helped her onto the bed. Then my mother slid under Constance's parted legs and positioned her mouth just below our client's dripping and splayed pussy lips. They glistened with sweat.

Constance sighed as my mother's lips came in contact with her sweet, open vagina. When my mother was fully engaged sucking Constance's pussy, I stood on the bed before her and offered her my stiff cock that bounced straight out in front of me.

She took it into her mouth, not touching it with either hand but letting her mouth find my ridged staff and pushing her head forward until I was deep in her throat. She was a consummate cocksucker, moving back and forth, sliding my dick in and out of her mouth, with adept flair and practiced skill. My cock slid in and out of her mouth and she smiled as she sucked. I looked down passed her lovely breasts to where my mother licked and sucked and kissed Constance's syrupy pussy.

When I tensed, preparing to come, she took hold of my cock with her right hand, holding my organ in her mouth and clamped her lips around its girth and waited for me to shoot stream after stream in her mouth and down her throat.

Gleefully, she swallowed as I came, drinking my sauce as it came flowing out of the end of my pecker. She didn't miss a drop as she held it firm between her lips, gulping and guzzling my goop like delicious cream on a spoon.

My mother guzzled her pussy jam and groaned as she drank our client's sauce, pulling her labia out away from Constance's body with her lips drawn tight on those luscious petals. Constance pulled her mouth off my tool and whispered, "You guys are magic. You make a girl's pussy tingle," she said.

We fucked Constance most of the night. After my mother ate her pussy to two orgasms, I fucked her doggy-style, cowgirl, and missionary. She came loudly every time, getting so noisy we worried the neighbors may complain.

She was our first customer and became our steady client, coming to us for sex every week until she was hired by an east coast firm, and moved away.

After her we had sex with a doctor, two women lawyers, a high school principal, five stay-at-home housewives, and an author of romance novels.

I moved back into my mother's house two years after my father died, and then we started advertising our 'business' on the dark web. We limited our sessions to three days a week, enjoying one another on the other four nights.

Developing a sexual relationship with my mother was unexpected, but it taught me so much about life and sex and love. She is gone now, cancer took her in her sixties, but I don't regret what we had and the times I spent fucking my own mother.

I understand that most of society sees that kind of relationship as depraved and unacceptable, but as the person involved I see it differently. Because she was careful about contraception, and we both were conscientious about the matter getting out of hand, I don't see the harm in two people who care for one another enjoying a sexual relationship. I guess you can call me a real motherfucker. I take no offense.