He threw a blanket over her, and let her sleep for a while. Now, he had think of a way to explain his mum’s new appearance. He switched off the television and sat down to watch over his mum, just in case, during the night, she tried to fuck everyone in the neighborhood, now that she was a full-blown bimbo. He settled down with his ear buds in, listening to some soothing music and reading erotica on his Kindle…
Richie locked his mum in the house, so she would not go out screwing all the neighbors, as he headed to the church to see Sister Abigail.
The church was empty; it was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. The Sister was in her office, located behind the pulpit at the end of a long hall, praying for guidance of her God and her Lord, Jesus Christ. Richie rapped on the door.
“Come in,” she said, in a soft sweet voice.
“Hi Sister Abigail. Could you help me please; there is something wrong with my mum, and I thought you could come over with me to check her out,” he asked, hiding his true attention behind a smile.
“Yes, of course. I will come over straight away.” She stood up and grabbed her jacket from behind the door, and they left. As Richie followed behind her, he was watching her butt wobble as she walked, which gave him an instant hard-on.
“What is the matter with Isobel?” she asked Richie.
“Well, this morning, she forgot how to get dress and took about a hour to open the door,” he said to the Sister, with his fingers crossed behind his back. He could not help but to keep staring at Sister Abigail’s breasts swinging perfectly under her tunic vest, as they rushed over to see Isobel. P
Upon arriving at the house, Sister Abigail was shocked at what she saw– Isobel’s transformed body lying naked on the floor, with a rolling pin stuck between her legs, slowly fucking herself into a climax.
“Ah, what iz sister penguin here for? Can I suck on yur cock. Mummy needz, like, her sonz cock kinda inside her again,” she moaned, fucking herself with the rolling pin.
“Is she possessed, or as she gone completely crazy, Sister?” Asked Richie, as he locked the door behind him.
“I have never known his kind of unholy behavior before.” She looked with terror in her eyes.
Richie got a pinch of Bimbo Dust from his pocket, and lifted his hand to Sister Abigail’s face and blew the dust in her face.
She inhaled it straight away. The effects were similar to his mum. Her eyes turned blank for a few seconds. She ripped off her wimple, tunic vest, and dress revealing her long, frizzy auburn hair, from underneath her coif-starched wimple. P Her hips widened; her waist tightened; and her large, engorged, milky breasts expanded even more. She still wore a sliver crucifix necklace around her neck, but her complexion darkened, and her lips now glowed ruby red.
Isobel began sucking on Sister Abigail’s oversized, football-sized boobies. They sat groping and spooning each other, nursing on their large bosoms, cupping them with their small petite hands; licking and sucking on their engorged milky breasts, as they swung perfectly.
Then, heaving their jiggling breasts to their own mouths, they licked there own nipples. Richie just sat back and watched the show of his bimbos for now.
“Richie do, you like, want to play with yur mummyz, ya know, uh, pussy, baby?”. Isobel asked, as she was sucking on Sister Abigail’s engorged milky breasts.
“Penguin nun needz Richiez cock too.” Abigail pointed to her own pussy, and blew him a kiss; then stuck a couple of fingers between Isobel’s legs, slowly fingerfucking her.
“That feelz, like, absolutely, uh, amazing for a penguin nun,” Isobel moaned in pleasure.
Richie stood over them, as they both bent over, offering their butts to him for anal.
“Which one of uz do you want first? my you know, big handsome baby boy,” she asked, as he stuck a finger in his mum’s butthole, making her moan. “Mmmmm.”
Then he slid his cock between Sister Abigail’s phat rump arse. “This is your God now, you dumb bimbo nun.” He slapped her rump loudly with a smack of the back of his hand.
“Oh, God! Totally iz Godz bimbo. Richie iz God with an absolutely big cock!” she screamed, with pure pleasure surging through her body. Her fuzzy auburn hair flowing across her face, her eyes rolled back, enjoying every thrust of Richie’s shaft.
As he felt her clenching down tight, as he bottomed out, she let out little whimpers of pleasure. His ball sack tightened, as he exploded deep inside her womb. Overwhelmed with pure bliss across both their faces, the nun prayed aloud, “Yeah, God Richie, cum in my sexy butt.”
He pulled his mom, Isobel, up and made her kneel in front of the nun. “Mum, lick Sister Abigail clean of my cum, deep inside her penguin cunt.” His mum dove face in and tongue out, lapping away like a bitch in heat.
“You know, kinda yummy like a Penguin bar, and sonz cumz.” She tasted the earthy iron mixed with the salty taste of her son’s semen; the smell made her lick harder to get every drop, not wanting to miss anything. Her tongue swirling and licking at Abigail’s pussy folds, sliding her long, pink tongue, teasing her clit with all she had, making her tingle; the pleasure surging through the bimbo nun’s body, as she squirted her lady-cum down Isobel’s throat. It was an awesome sight…
Annette Callen, was Coach Clive Callen’s second wife, and stepmother to Tommy; his first wife, Margaret, died in a car crash about five years ago. Nettie, as she was always called, was only twenty-two, and stood only four-foot-nine tall, with a slender hourglass frame. She was always wearing tight jeans and black bikini tops, which showed off her ample cleavage, and her long, flowing, silky black hair running down to her peachy buttocks. She did not care who watched her; she only married Clive for his money and status; she knew that Tommy fantasized about her.
Her sister was Shannon Wynters, the teacher who got pregnant with Jamie’s baby, and left with his mum, ex-student Sheila Hoverman, and her mum Nicole. All of whom were never heard from, since they had started their new life together.
“Hi, Nettie. You going shopping his afternoon?”. Tommy asked, as he entered the living room getting ready to go see Richie at the Cove Mall.
“Yes, Tommy. Would you like a lift? Be leaving in a few minutes; if you are ready.” In a honeyed voice, putting on a fake grin, “You looking forward to the club this weekend?”
“Yeah,” as he grabbed his bag and put his Vans trainers on, trying to get a glimpse of Nettie’s boobs jiggling. For the wank bank later. He got up, to open the front door for her.
“Ooh, what a sweet boy you are.” She kissed him on his cheek, his face turned red with embarrassment. Then, they went and got in her orange Chevrolet Corvette, and headed towards the Cove Mall, on the other side of town, to drop him off.
“Gave me a ring, and I can pick you up after four, okay, slugger?” She winked at him and headed off. As a pair of hands grabbed him, he let out a gasp; turning around to see Richie, then he smiled.
They had been good friends since kindergarten. They shared everything together; where you saw Richie, Tommy was not far away normally.
“Hi Tommy. Your stepmum’s got a sweet ride,” Richie said, grinning ear to ear, like he’d won the lottery. “I got something to show you. But not here. Meet me later and I will show you what I mean.”
Tommy was intrigued by what Richie was saying, sitting on a bench outside the glass door entrance of the Mall, making sure they were not overheard. Richie was explaining how he had found the Bimbo Dust, and the lasting effect on his mum and then, Sister Abigail of the Fallen Saints Church, which their parents went to.
Tommy could not believe what he was saying, and just joked and smiled at him. So Richie pulled out his phone and showed Tommy a video of his mum and Sister Abigail having lesbian sex together. Which got them both hard, and them trying to fix their trousers so no one could see as they passed.
“Got some on me, do want to try it on some one someone? It could be fun,” Richie smiled. Tommy could not believe what he just saw, his jaw dropped and he nodded yes.
Just then, they saw Father O’Hara pass, with his white collar on under a bright jumper and his black suit trousers and gleaming black boots marching towards them. “Ah, just the boys I need to see. Have you seen Sister Abigail? She has not been seen all week. She left me a note saying she was going to see your mother, Richard.”
As the pastor looked them both in the eyes, Richie then wondered what would the dust do to men or boys. He thought, no harm in trying, right, as his hand lightly went into as bomber jacket pocket, and dabbed a bit on his middle finger.
Then, Richie gently made out sneeze, “Ah-choo.”
The dust was inhaled by the Father. He stood up, not saying a word, as he tilted his head to the right; then just stood there staring at an empty space.
“Father O’Hara, are you okay, there?” Richie asked.
“Yes, Richard. What was I saying again, my boy,” the white-haired Father asked him.
“You said she had left to join another church, Father?” Richie asked, hoping the dust worked.
“That’s it, my boy,” Father O’Hara tapped him on the shoulder and carried on back to the Church of the Fallen Saints. Richie sighed in relief, as they got off the bench and headed in through the entrance, and up the moving stairs to the first floor.
Doing some window shopping on the way up, giggling at each other making fart noises, and trying not to get caught looking at women with sexy curves. They entered a department store at the end of the first floor of the mall. They were looking at games and comics at the back of the shop, so they could perv on women women’s changing room which was guarded by two female staff members.
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