Happy Mother Fucker Day


"Monica", I whisper, shaking her head as she sleeps next to me. "Wake ... Up ...
Slave!" She moans and rolls over, spreading her legs as if to air her cunt. "Wake
up Slave ... We're going to pay our respects to mother."

"Who's Mother", Monica whispers. "Yours is dead and I don't know where they fuck
mine is."

"That's the point", I answer sternly, " ... where to fuck. We're going to fuck at
Mother's.

"Fuck ... Where", Monica answers, opening her eyes and looking at me sleepily.
"Fuck Mother?"

"In the grave", I answer laughingly. "In the fucking grave! Get your ass out of
bed ... let's go."

So ... Monica drags her sweet ass out from between the sheets and throws on one
of my robe's while I start the Harley and we head out to visit Mother. It's dark
and the streets are deserted as we cruise down the freeway, singing.

We are going to ride the skies, To the place where mother lies, Mother Fucking
basket of pies, To throw in the grave keepers eyes!

La La ... La La ... La La ... La La

Turning off the interstate we putt putt our Hog through the narrow lanes leading
to Mother's resting place. I push my hand under Monica's flowing robe and stick
my finger in her wet cunt.

Mother said that we must have fun, We should fuck or lay in the sun Stick my cock
in your lovely bun Or cum in your throat my lovely one!

La La ... La La ... La La ... La La

Putt Putt up the last hill our old Hog makes the trip as Monica drips cum all
over my hand as I finger fuck her as she bounces on the seat, leaning back
against the stabilizer with her knees in the air and her hands on my cock.

"Monica", I say, " ... Mother would love this. She would love to ride in the wind
with her tits hanging out. She would wave at the neighborhood kids and show them
her fat cunt. Monica ... show the world your cunt", I yelled, throwing her robe
over her head and letting the wind blow through her ring pierced pussy-lips.
"Show the world!"

Arriving at the plot where Mother lies I shut down the Harley and lead Monica to
the small stone that marks my mother's place.

There she lies ... my Monica dear She was my Mother and had no peer I'm certainly
glad she wasn't queer Because of that fact ... I am here!

La La ... La La ... La La ... La La

Looking in the cycle-bags I take out four stakes, which I had made last night and
drop one on each corner of Mother's plot. I take out my shiv and with the handle
I pound each stake into turf as Monica watches, somewhat concerned. "Stand still
... Slave, Monica", I demand as I slowly pull the robe over her head and lay it
on the ground between the stakes. I remove my robe and throw it on her's and we
are both standing naked in the soft light.

"Now my dearest ... Monica ... Slave ... lie down over Mother."

Monica lies on our robes and spreads her legs and arms so they almost touch the
four stakes that I have so carefully driven into the ground. I remove four
leather thongs from my pocket and, one by one, I tie Monica's wrists and ankles
to each stake.

The sun is rising over the slight hill and the flowers spotting the graves
sparkle in the morning light. One by one I remove the six rings that decorate
Monica's rosy cunt, placing them in a neat circle around the ceremonial alter.
The rings shine in the soft light and Monica's cunt glistens.

"Mother", I whisper, as I place my lips on Monica's smooth pussy and run my
tongue around the soft lips. "Mother, I'm sorry I never fucked you", I whisper as
Monica's hips move, trying to find my illusive tongue.

Monica pulls at the thongs that hold her spread as I take one red candle and put
it through Monica's clit ring and push the end into her wet cunt. The candle is
standing straight. I light the wick and sit between her legs, watching the sky as
the light brightens. One by one I take her cunt-rings and drop them over the
candle and they each clink softly. Monica squirms as I push the candle deep into
her cunt so the flame burns near her tender flesh. "Master", she questions as the
heat from the flame warms her lips. I moisten my finger and thumb and douse the
flame. I pull the candle slowly from her cunt and set it to the side. Once again
I place her six rings in a circle, but this time around the candle. A sigh
escapes Monica's lips as I take my blade and one by one cut the thongs that hold
her spread.

She raises her knees and I lower my lips over her beautiful smooth cunt. I gently
kiss her soft pink skin as the morning sun reflects on the rose colored softness
of her shaven pussy-lips while my tongue delicately licks the moist surface.
Monica rubs my head as I slip my tongue through the folds of her pussy and slide
up to her clit. She moans as I lick my way across her stomach, her tits, her neck
and into her waiting mouth.

"I love you", she whispers as my tongue moistens her lips and slides slowly into
her mouth. Her lips close and draw me in as if my tongue were a hard cock. Monica
sucks and milks me as her hands scratch their way down my back and over my ass. I
slide forward as my stiff prick slips into her open hole as her legs circle my
thighs. Monica arches her back, driving herself around my pulsing cock. Slowly we
move, then faster, then harder ... then we start fucking ... I mean ... really
fucking ... and Monica screams, "Mother ... where are you?"

"You are my mother", I yell, driving my cock deep into Monica.

"Yes ... Master", Monica screams, "give me life. Please ... Master ... cum into
my empty cunt and give me life."

I push harder as Monica holds my ass while she explodes. My cock bursts and our
cum mixes inside her hole as the sun peaks over the hill.

Monica and I put on our robes and we stand looking down at the stakes on the Four
Corners of mother's plot. The candle rests where mother's heart might be. I pick
up the six rings and place them into Monica's hand and we walk toward the Harley.
I kick-start the Hog, which thumps to life and Monica puts her hands under my
robe. She holds my limp cock, as we slowly rumble down the lane.

A car turns into the cemetery.

A kid leans out and yells:

"Ugly . . . Mother . . . Fuckers!"

But, we just keep on riding!

Back from the hill, from my mother's grave Riding my Hog like a guy who's brave
She calls me sweet, want's to go to my cave But, what the fuck ... Monica is my
Slave!

La La ... La La ... La La ... La La