Motherfucker: Part 3 by rat_race
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This is the continuation of the story about the various strange and unexpected events that took place during my second trip to visit Mom in her hometown.
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Motherfucker: Part 3
by rat_race
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It was now Sunday morning, and I was sitting across from Mom in her kitchen as we were both having breakfast. Yesterday and the day before had turned out being banner days for me, thanks to my mother’s secret matchmaking behind my back.
On Friday afternoon, shortly after I had arrived at Mom’s house, I discovered that Mom had set things up for me, so that I got to fuck my first Hispanic woman, Sofia, who was Mom’s 30-something married neighbor from across the street.
Then on Saturday morning, Mom’s 77-year-old next-door neighbor, Fran, suddenly showed up at our external kitchen door on the side of the house, and ate breakfast with us. However, it shocked the crap out of me when I learned that the whole reason why Fran had come over to Mom’s house that morning was because Mom had promised her that I would fuck her.
And that’s how I ended up fucking my very first elderly woman, and later discovered that my mother already had an on-going lesbian relationship with that same elderly woman.
Then, as that weren’t enough surprises for the day, when Mom and I went to Wendy’s to have lunch, she challenged me to follow her into the ladies’ room and have a quickie with her in a toilet stall.
But just as we were about to couple up and get underway, a cute 18-year-old Wendy’s employee named Jenny, who was basically hiding from us in the adjacent toilet stall, asked us if she could watch us having a quickie.
And my mother, who was still bent over at the waist in the toilet stall, presenting her bare butt and pussy to me so that I could penetrate her doggie-style, automatically told Jenny that she could, without even turning around to look at her first.
And after finishing my quickie with Mom, I ended up having a quickie with Jenny too, before I left the Wendy’s restroom that afternoon.
So, over the course of a day and a half, I had ended up unexpectedly fucking three different women who spanned the age spectrum, from 18 to 77. And when you add my mother into that tally, it was a total of four women, with two of those women being pre-menopausal, and two of them being post-menopausal.
But when I had showed up at her house on Friday afternoon, my mom was the only person I thought that I would be fucking. The prospect of me having more sex with my own mother was the main reason why I had driven all that way back to Beaumont, Texas, to visit her. That, and getting to taste some more of her awesome cooking!
At the moment, I was using the side of my fork to saw through a plate-size, syrup-covered, dinosaur-shaped, sourdough pancake that Mom had made me from scratch (my mother tends to treat me like a small child sometimes), when there was a knock at the side kitchen door. And I knew exactly who was knocking on that outside kitchen door, before I ever saw Fran hobble back into our kitchen using her requisite overly-fancy walking cane.
My first thought was, Jenny’s going to freak out when she gets here, and she sees Fran in the kitchen with us.
I leaned over to Mom, who was sitting beside me at the kitchen table, and whispered in her ear, you didn’t tell Jenny about Fran coming over this morning, did you?”
“No, son. I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“Oh, it’s going to be a surprise alright–and maybe not such a good one. That depends on how open-minded Jenny is.”
“I don’t think you’re giving her enough credit, son. I’m sure Jenny will be okay with letting you fuck Fran in front of her. Just think about it. Jenny was the one who asked us if she could watch us having a quickie in the bathroom, remember?”
“Yeah, Mom, I guess you’re right. I’m probably worrying about nothing.”
“Tell you what. When Jenny gets here, I’ll just stay here in the kitchen and keep Fran company. That way, you can take Jenny into the other room and explain to her what’s going to be happening between all of us this morning, and then let her decide if she still wants to ‘stay and play,’ or if she would rather leave?”
“Wow, Mom. That’s a great idea.”
And as if on cue, a blue 1960’s vintage Volkswagen Beetle pulls up to the front of Mom’s house, and a slender young lady climbs out of the passenger side, and heads up the walkway to Mom’s front porch. Then the vintage car drove off.
The doorbell rang, and I got up from the kitchen table to go let Jenny into Mom’s house. When I opened the front door, I saw Jenny’s welcoming smiley face, and I saw a young man driving off in the Volkswagen, as Jenny was waving goodbye to him.
“Who’s that driving the car,” I asked Jenny.
“Oh, that’s my older brother, Greg. He’s a couple of years older than me, and he offered to drive me over here this morning in his car. So, here I am. Tah-dah!” Jenny announced.
Then I took Jenny straight to the kitchen so that she could say “hi” to my mother, and meet Fran for herself.
And I noticed that Jenny looked very different this morning, with her long, light-brown, straight hair parted down the middle of her head, instead of being pulled up into a pony tail at the back of her head, like it was when I had met her at Wendy’s.
I also noticed that Jenny wasn’t wearing glasses anymore. I assumed that she must have replaced her glasses with contacts. And so now I could see her stunning, light-green eyes, with their jet-black pupils.
Then it hit me that Jenny wasn’t just a plain-looking young girl anymore. Facially, she was almost a dead ringer for Evangeline Lilly from the TV series, Lost. And I found it hard to believe that this was the same girl who had let me take her virginity by having a quickie with her in a Wendy’s restroom yesterday afternoon.
After the introductions and small chit-chat were over with, I took Jenny by the hand and led her into the living room, just like Mom had suggested.
And Jenny said, “Why is your grandmother here?”
“Fran’s not my grandmother. She’s my mother’s next-door neighbor, and her best friend. She’s also Mom’s lover. Does that shock you?”
“No. I’m sure you heard about what your mother did after you left the ladies’ room yesterday.”
“Yeah, about that…I’m sorry I didn’t stick around afterwards, and try to make you cum. I realize now that that was very selfish of me. But in my own defense, I was really scared at the time. I mean, I had never gone to a public location, and had a quickie before with anyone–let alone my own mother. And I didn’t want to get caught, and get us all in trouble.”
“I forgive you, Carl. Your mom made me cum really well–so well, that I didn’t even feel like going back to work. But I had no choice. I had three hours to go on my shift.”