Church Moms

Literotic asexstories – Church Moms by Agnol,Agnol All characters over the age of 18

Church Moms

Chapter 1

Pastor Rick leaned back in his leather office chair, the soft tan leather forming smooth creases down the sides of the back. He let out a long deep sigh as he ran his hand through the soft, luxurious auburn hair that bobbed dutifully in his lap. His secretary, Elaine Howard, was busily sucking his dick, her lips and tongue moving along his rigid pole with attention and enthusiasm. She moved faster and faster, creating suction on the head of his dick with each passing moment.

“You’ve gotten much better at this, Elaine,” he praised her. “You are really taking to it.”

Rick noticed Elaine was like a lot of other religious women he had known. There was a hint of sensuality beneath Elaine’s modest clothing. Her legs were long and lean. Her narrow waist was highlighted by her full bust. Her thighs were slim and shapely. It astounded him how many attractive women were in the church: they were neglected emotionally and starved sexually.

These women, drawn to the church and its strict orderliness, craved being told what to do. They read their bibles religiously, attended service and hung on the pastor’s every word. Elaine, as his secretary, saw to his every need, now.. After a few weeks of working together and laying the groundwork that a man of the cloth should never be caught in a scandal. He reminded her he was still a man with needs, and he convinced sweet, gorgeous Elaine to help him out. She felt like she was doing God’s work to keep him pure and scandal free and Rick got his cock sucked regularly.

Now she presented herself to him each day, just after lunch, her head bowed and hands clasped in front of her. The pose turned Pastor Rick on as she unknowingly squished her fat tits together. Despite being hidden under layers of clothes, he could see the swell of her breasts and it never failed to get him hard.

Pastor Rick would beckon her forward, offering his hand to steady her as she knelt by the side of his chair as he spun to face her. She would carefully unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. He’d given up wearing underwear in the office, so his cock would spring out and surprise her. After the first week of this new routine, he could see the smile on her face as she prepared to blow him.

The little minx loves this, he thought. Even if he hadn’t seen the lustful look on her face when she beheld his eager prick, the way she mouthed and sucked his cock proved it. She licked the ridge on the head of his prick lovingly. Her pink tongue lavishing his bloated cock with spit and love. Elaine was a born cocksucker, only she had never known. Her poor husband, Rick thought, never knew what a hot tramp he had at home.

Up and down Elaine slobbered on his knob, her hand gliding in rhythm along his slippery shaft. She kissed the bulbous, red head and licked at the slit where his cum would shoot out. She let out small moans, her pussy undoubtedly getting wet. He was still working on how he could convince her to let him fuck her, but he thought she was still too skittish for that. He didn’t want to ruin a good thing by pushing too far.

There was a knock at the door and he looked down at Elaine, her eyes closed happily as she worked him towards his release. She was lost in her task and oblivious to everything else. She was humming happily, enjoying the work of bringing his seed to a boil before he’d shoot it into her willing mouth.

“One moment,” Rick called out. “Better hurry, Elaine,” he said quietly, “We only got a minute here.”

Elaine nodded and took him deep into her mouth, pushing him into her throat. That’s how Rick knew she was a natural at fellatio. She could deepthroat him with ease, no small feet for any woman. She massaged his boiling nuts and urged him to feed her his spunk. Within a moment he was doing just that, pushing down on her head as if she might escape, which was the last thing on her mind. The look of pride she had when she took his load into her belly told Rick she loved it.

“Oh praise Jesus!” Rick said in a harsh whisper as his cock jerked in his pretty secretary’s mouth. She slurped him clean, savoring each drop he fed her. When she was finished she pushed his softening cock back into his trousers and buttoned his fly.

Elaine stood up and straightened her skirt as she moved towards the mirror. Checking her makeup, she adjusted her shirt, reaching in to adjust her bra in an attempt to hide the bullet points her nipples were making in her blouse. When she finished she looked back at Pastor Rick expectantly and he nodded that he was ready.

“Come in,” Elaine said after she unlocked the office door and opened it.

In the hall stood Marjorie Stine, her hair a bit of a mess and a wild look in her eyes. She rushed through the door and flung something on the desk. There were tears in her eyes and she dabbed at her nose with a handkerchief.

Rick looked down to see that it was one of those dirty magazines sold in liquor stores. It was glossy and across the upper edge in large letters were the words ‘Top Heavy’. There was a woman with hair too red to be natural with a giant set of knockers pulled out of her bra and she was holding them up, as if presenting them to the reader. She had photoshop smooth skin, bright eyes and a hungry, horny smile that made Rick’s cock lurch again, despite having just cum.

“What is this Margie?” Pastor Rick asked.

“This was in my house!” she breathed, scandalized.

“Ok, but how did you come by it?” He asked, sliding the magazine off the desk and into a side drawer. No need to further upset the woman by keeping it out in the open. Besides, he wanted to look at it more later, in private.

“David had it. I caught him with it actually.”

She flopped down into the seat at the front of the desk. Her legs peeked out of the modest skirt she wore and Pastor Rick couldn’t help but wonder about her shapely thighs.

Marjorie was like Elaine, a mother with a teenage son, with just enough weight on her to make her fun and sexy. She didn’t have breasts as big as Elaine, he suspected no woman in the church did, but they begged to be fondled and squeezed. She was pretty, in an unconventional way, with a nose that had a slight crook to it. The flaw made her self conscious and she tried too hard to make up for it by always wearing flattering makeup and her hair carefully coiffed. Pastor Rick thought that any man who paid her the right attention could get her to do anything.

“How exactly did you catch David?” Pastor Rick asked, leaning forward.

“I came home and he was in his bedroom. He was looking at the magazine,” she paused to look for it on the desk and shot the Pastor a confused look when she didn’t see it. “He was looking at it and touching himself!”

Elaine let out a gasp and rushed to Marjorie’s side. “Oh you poor thing. What did you do?”

“Well I nearly beat him to death,” Margie said, her eyes darting from Elaine to Rick, looking for confirmation that she’d done the right thing. “I mean, what else was I supposed to do?”

“Now, now,” Rick said soothingly. “I’m glad you came to the church for answers.”

“Oh, I’m so glad!” Marjorie gushed. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with that boy. I’ll kill him to keep him from going to hell.” She sobbed loudly, putting on quite the show as Elaine tried to console her.

They were such religious zealots, Rick thought happily. Always eager to save someone’s soul, even at the expense of their own. This situation gave him an idea and he pursed his lips in thought before deciding to give it a shot.

“Now, Marjorie, I need you to be calm,” he said, his voice booming and startling her into stillness. She looked up at him expectantly, as well as Elaine. He stood up from his seat and circled to the front of the desk, sitting on it right in front of the distressed mother.

“David needs you now,” he said. “He needs you to guide him, in a way only a mother can. You have to be there for him or we may lose him to Satan. Do you understand me?” She nodded, listening raptly to his every word. “What I am about to say to you may seem counterintuitive, radical even, but you must do as I say, okay?”

“I will, Pastor Rick. Tell me how to save my son. Please!” The fervor in her voice was a good sign. This was going to be a sell, he knew. If she was already primed to accept his word as gospel, that much the better.

“Remember, this is about David and not you, okay? You are just God’s vessel, steering your son back to the path of righteousness. If you fail to follow my instructions we may lose David to the devil, sending him down a pit of depravity and perversion that we may never be able to rescue him from. Do you understand, Marjorie Stine?”

She nodded her head earnestly, reaching out for his hands and touching them to her forehead in obeisance. He studied her face long and hard, making sure that she was serious; gauging whether his gambit was going to work. He prayed that it would.

“Marjorie, you need to lead your son into manhood. You need to guide him in the ways of love making.”

She tried to pull away, but he held her hands tight, his eyes boring into hers. They both heard the slight gasp Elaine let out. The look of disbelief in Marjorie’s eyes worried him and he knew he had to bridge the gap her doubt had created before he lost her completely.

“I told you, this is not about you, Margie,” he soothed. “You are just God’s instrument in this. If you don’t do this David will seek out more pornography, prostitutes and who knows where that will end. He may catch diseases, get strung out on drugs, or even experiment with homosexuality.”

All of these church women were secretly petrified with the idea that one of their children might be gay. Marjorie flinched at the word homosexuality and he knew she had stopped reeling and was now more worried about her son than anything else, including her own self.

“I told you this wasn’t going to be easy, but it is the work God has given you,” Pastor Rick explained. He saw Elaine nod and pat Marjorie on the arm in support.

“He’s right,” Elaine said. Rick could have kissed her then. She was such a help!

“Are you sure?” Marjorie asked, but not to the pastor, to her friend Elaine.

“Yes,” Elaine assured her. “God has given women the duty and power to please men. If we use it as God wishes us to, it is not sinful. It is our responsibility to look after our families, and if the way we can lead them back to Him is by using those gifts, we must do so.”

“It doesn’t seem right, though,” Marjorie argued quietly, her doubt a stone around her neck.

“Do you think it felt right when Lot offered his daughter’s to the throng when they wanted to have sex with the angels? No, it must have been heartbreaking for him. If he could offer his own children to that, is it so hard to take your son by the hand?”

Pastor Rick smiled inwardly. Elaine believed, truly believed. She was converting the next woman even more skillfully than she had been converted herself. He began to think that he might find out how smooth Marjorie’s thighs were after all. Maybe even Elaine’s as well.

“I would do it if I were in your situation and gladly,” Elaine said, puffing up with pride. Her chest pressed against her soft cotton blouse and Pastor Rick was forced to put his hands in his lap. God, what he would give to get his hands on those monstrous fun bags.

“Elaine,” Marjorie whispered, so softly Pastor Rick almost missed it. “I have to tell you, I found Luke with David. They were both looking at the magazine and abusing themselves.”

Elaine stumbled back, her hand racing to cover her gaping mouth. “Luke?” she asked in a strangled whisper.

Pastor Rick looked up at his secretary, his pulse racing at this turn of events. He found himself holding his breath in anticipation of how she would react.

“I’m sorry,” Marjorie pleaded, as if she were at fault for the boys looking at the magazine. She stood up and hugged her friend, the two clinging to one another for a moment before they turned to the pastor.

“Are you sure this is what we must do?” Marjorie asked, her jaw set as she braced herself for his command.

“Yes,” Pastor Rick said with a solemn nod. “Now sit, the both of you. I will instruct you on how to do this.”

Chapter 2

He said that they shouldn’t think of it as a chore, but more like leading their boys along the path to adulthood. They could expect pleasure and joy from it, as much as they allowed themselves to feel. They were not committing a sin, it was part of God’s plan and the world had strayed from it for so long that now it seemed wrong, but it wasn’t. Not in God’s eyes. It was a sacred duty mother’s had performed for eons before the world perverted God’s word and had made it dirty.

Elaine had listened to Pastor Rick intently, glad for his guidance and his assurances. She hoped that Marjorie had felt the same way, her boy was in just as much danger as Luke. They had agreed to help one another, to support each other in their tasks.

She drove home slowly, her mind preoccupied with all the instructions Pastor Rick had given them. She’d already heard most of it before, as she looked after the pastor himself for many of the reasons he gave for why they needed to be available to their sons.

The pastor was quite graphic and explicit in what he expected them to do. She was surprised when he said that the mothers should not limit themselves to just their hands or mouths, though. She’d already accepted that she could relieve the pastor in those ways without worry, but to hear that she should lay with her son in a biblical way, well that had shocked her. Shocked and excited.

Would Luke give up his pornography to lay with his mother? Would she be appealing enough to her eighteen year old son to lure him away from the graphic, raunchy pictures he’d been masturbating to?

Pastor Rick had ideas on that as well, trying to calm their fears that they could not compete with such wanton women. He encouraged them to appeal to their son’s needs for visual stimulation in other ways. They didn’t need to be brazen hussies, that would only send them further down the road of depravity.

“Sometimes what is hidden is the thing we desire most,” he said sagely. “You will be angels, luring them from Satan and into the arms of God. Your arms will be heaven for them, and they will learn the proper way to love a woman.”

When she had left the church she had been confident, but the closer she got to her home it waned. Now she was self conscious and filled with doubt. Maybe she should call Pastor Rick at home and make sure she understood his directions.

The house was quiet when she entered. Her husband, Jeremiah, was out on another haul. He was an over the road trucker with a route that kept him on the road from Monday morning to Friday night.

It was Tuesday evening and she knew that Luke had the day off. After getting caught by Mrs. Stine, he was probably giving the house a wide berth. He had to know that she’d heard of his sin. He’d be home eventually, she knew. She had things to do in the meantime.

She made dinner and as it kept warm in the oven, she took a bath. Elaine closed her eyes and let the hot water cleanse her body. She tried to relax, but every effort only made her more tense as she thought of what she must do. The sun sank and it was dark outside before she rose from the tub and dried her body.

Applying makeup, she tried to follow the instructions Pastor Rick had given them.

“Make yourselves pretty, but not trashy. You are wholesome. What you are doing is good and pure, not dirty. Let them see you as a woman, not just a mother. Show them that a woman is a partner, to be cherished and loved and to be taken care of, just as you will take care of them.”

It all made sense to Elaine. She took care of her husband as often as he required. She cared for the Pastor in her unique role as his secretary. This was just another duty that was required of her. She would teach her son.

She wished someone had taught Jeremiah. It had taken years before she broke him of bad habits. Now sex with her husband was pleasant. It hadn’t always been that way. She hoped that whatever education she could give Luke would be used when he got married.

She looked herself over in the mirror. Elaine knew she had a figure that men desired. The woman in the magazine was not much bigger than she was in the boob department. She was solidly built, as Jeremiah would say, but she still had a very feminine shape. Her tummy was a little rounded, but her waist was slender compared to her hips.

Her auburn hair swept across her forehead, leaving her deep brown eyes to sparkle and her smallish nose gave her an impetuous look. She had full lips, tonight painted with a pink shade to make her appear as she did when she was first married. Smooth skin that was the envy of many women.

Elaine slipped into a plain white cotton nightgown. The soft fabric caressed her curves as it gently flowed over her body, clinging here and there to accentuate the outline of her physicality. She could see her cleavage in the gaps of the material, the deep black crevice between her swollen breasts enticing even to herself. She hoped that she was as sexy as the women in that magazine she’d seen. Her heavy bust bobbed slightly side-to-side with each movement, creating gentle ripples from her chest to hips. With one arm raised high above her head, she turned this way and then that way, checking herself out in the mirror on the back of her closet door.

She heard the front door open and her heart leapt into her throat. Luke was home! She suddenly felt nervous and self conscious. She raced to her open bedroom door to close it.

“Dinner is in the oven!” she shouted down the hall. “Help yourself!”

Luke called out his thanks and then she heard him in the kitchen. Her doubts had returned and she raced to the phone to call the Pastor. The phone rang four times before he answered.

“Yes?” Pastor Rick said with a huff. He sounded like he might be out of breath.

“Pastor Rick? It’s me Elaine. I hate to bother you at home,” she said in a way of explanation.

“No, not a bother,” the Pastor said quickly. Then she heard a muffled, “Stop it! Give me a minute.”

“Well I was calling to ask you again, am I doing the right thing?”

“Elaine, child, of course. I am your pastor, I am the shepherd guiding this flock. Have I ever steered you wrong before?”

“No, of course not,” she answered automatically, ashamed she doubted him.

“I understand that you feel out of sorts doing this, but that is part of the process. Don’t focus on the strangeness of it, instead focus on the pleasure and joy you will feel being as an instrument of God. He will reward you with pleasures of your own, I promise. You will be happy to do God’s work once you have begun.”

His words made sense, as they always did when she heard them. It was only when she was away from him that she lost focus and couldn’t find the way he was trying to show her. His voice was a ringing bell in the darkness, leading her to safety and serenity.

“Thank you, Pastor Rick. I will begin tonight.”

She hung up filled with confidence again and left her bedroom to find her son.

Luke was in the kitchen eating a plate of the casserole she had prepared. When she walked into the room she saw his eyes light up and she felt him watching her everywhere she moved. She was suddenly aware of the movement of her body beneath the simple nightgown.

Was it wrong that she felt a tingle of excitement? Was this what Pastor Rick had meant? She knew she got wet when she helped the Pastor relieve his pent up frustrations in the church. Was this the same thing? Was this God letting her know that she was doing the right thing? Elaine decided that it was and it made her feel much more relaxed.

“So, I guess you had a bit of excitement today,” she said, setting her plate next to his and taking a seat at the small round table. “Care to talk about it?”

“Uh, well,” Luke began, his handsome face turning red with embarrassment. “I mean, there isn’t much to tell.”

“That’s not what I heard from David’s mother.” She flashed him a small smile, trying to ease his discomfort.

“She told you, huh?”

“Yes. Me and Pastor Rick, to be exact.”

Luke let out a groan and covered his face with his hands.

“It’s okay, baby,” she said, placing her hand on his arm. He was already starting to get hairy like his father. He had her dark, lustrous hair with a hint of red when the sunlight hit it just right. Her chest began to tighten and she felt her breasts swell as she touched him. If she wasn’t careful he’d see her nipples getting hard beneath the cotton gown.

“I’m so embarrassed mother,” he said into his hands.

“It’s going to be okay, Lucas,” she soothed. She waited until he looked up at her, giving him a warm smile until his sour look cracked. “I’m just surprised you were doing it with David in the same room. Didn’t it feel weird?”

She was probing, hoping that there was some explanation her son could give that would allow her not to worry. He laughed, spluttered and then wiped his mouth.

“To be honest, I completely forgot he was there. He pulled out the magazine and I kind of lost sight of anything else. Well, until Mrs. Stine started screaming. Where she got the rolling pin from, I’ll never know.”

Elaine let out a laugh. Marjorie hadn’t been lying when she said she beat David, she’d forgotten to mention that she nearly did the same to Luke.

“It’s going to be a long time before I can look David’s mom in the eye,” Luke mused.

“You understand why she was upset, right?” Elaine asked gently. She set her fork down, unable to eat anyway. Her stomach was aflutter with nervous energy.

“Honestly, I don’t get it, mom. You guys are too uptight about such things.”

“Lucas Oliver Howard! It’s your soul I’m concerned for. And before you scoff or say anything stupid, I’m deadly serious. I know you think I’m an old coot, a religious nut, but it is important to me and while you live in my home you will not bring that kind of filth into it.”

“Okay, okay,” he said defensively, holding up his hands. He gave her a wary look and only lowered his hands when the fire in her eyes seemed to have died down.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, “this is very important to me. You are very important to me. Pastor Rick has told us, me and David’s mother, ways to help you. To keep you from sliding down into a pit of depravity. I hope you will be open to some of the ideas he has.”

“Oh come on mom. You can’t be serious. What does Pastor Rick know? He gave his life to God, he might as well have his nuts cut off for all he cares.”

“Lucas!” She admonished him fiercely again. “He is a very deep person and he knows a lot about the human condition, including the cycle of life, I’ll have you know. He was the one who explained to Marjorie and I that young men, such as yourselves, have powerful biological needs. It is our duty as mothers to help guide you and channel those desires in healthy ways so that you develop a normal, productive relationship with a woman.”

“Duty?” Luke asked, dumbly. “What exactly do you mean?”

He looked at her skeptically, which was more than she hoped for. At least he wasn’t dismissing her as a bible thumping freak out of hand. This could work, she thought, her spirit soaring. There was still the nervous feeling in her tummy, but now she attributed it to anticipation instead of fear.

“First, let me explain to you why that magazine is bad for you.”

Elaine spent ten minutes on the objectification of women, the impossibilities of the sexual depictions, the degradation of self respect that arose from self gratification, and the slippery slope of explicit photos. When she finished she asked him if he understood.

“Sure,” he said slowly, still not fully convinced it seemed. “I’ll hate myself, treat women badly and may turn gay. Is that it?”

“In a nutshell, yes.” While his answer seemed a tad flippant, he’d certainly gotten the major points that Pastor Rick had made and that would have to be enough. Then she took a deep breath, preparing herself for what was to come next.

“I understand that you are a man now,” she said, the words spilling out of her mouth quickly. She was afraid if she thought about them too much, she might get hung up and wouldn’t finish. “And as a man, you have needs. Biological needs that you can’t control and can make you miserable and grumpy until they are met. That being said, without a proper, loving outlet you and young men your age turn to such filth to relieve those urges you feel. I can’t stop you from feeling those urges anymore than I can stop the sun from rising each morning, but what I can do is offer a healthy, reasonable alternative that won’t jeopardize your soul.”

Luke sat staring at her with a blank expression on his face. “Alternative? Jeopardize my soul?”

“Yes. Are you listening to me?”

“Yes!” he said quickly, reaching out to take her hands in his. His face was earnest and without guile. He was listening to her every word it seemed. “I’m just a tad bit lost, mom. I mean, you will have to explain more, of course. I want to know exactly what you mean.”

“Good,” she said, flashing him a smile. This was going so much better than she had hoped. Her fear was that one mention of Pastor Rick and her son was going to walk away and deride her for her beliefs. He had never shown any inclination to the church. He had quit going as soon as his father stopped making him go and he never looked back. To have her son so open to the ways of the church made her heart sing.

“Pastor Rick has explained to Mrs. Stine and I, that as your mothers, it is our duty to lead you into the world of adulthood, sexually speaking, so that you may learn the proper way to handle your base desires, your primal instincts. To channel them in such a way that you do not become degenerates and predators. Now, I take this very seriously, and I expect you to do so as well. Can you do that?”

Luke nodded, his head lolling to the side as she spoke. She wondered if he’d gotten hit on the noggin sometime during the day. She reached out and touched his face to steady him and he turned to her slowly, a look of awe and wonder on his face.

“So when you feel these urges, I want you to come to me, okay? Can you do that for me?”

His bewildered, far away stare continued for a long moment. “So when I feel the need to jerk off-”

“Masturbate,” she corrected. “It’s better to use the clinical terms, no need to invite filth into our home.”

“Sure, sure,” he agreed quickly without thought. “When I get an erection, should I come to you?”

“Yes,” she said, feeling her pulse quicken. There was that tingle again. She was doing the right thing.

“And you will help me take care of it?” Elaine nodded, sucking her lips in. “And you won’t hit me with a rolling pin?”

“No,” she laughed suddenly, breaking the tension in the room. “I won’t hurt you. You are my one and only baby, I would never hurt you.”

“What if I wanted you to?”

“Luke! That is not what this is about. This is not about being perverted, it’s about learning the proper way to behave.”

“Okay, okay!” he said, properly scolded. “When?”

“Why, whenever you get the urge to indulge in that filthy habit. I’m available whenever you need me.”

“What if I told you that I needed your help right now?”

Elaine felt herself go crimson. Her entire body was ablaze with heat in an instant. Luke’s words set her on fire and she felt it in every nerve ending. If the tingle was God’s way of letting her know she was on the right track, this was his way of telling her she was about to perform his work!

“Okay,” she said quietly, her voice quivering as she stared deeply into her son’s intense eyes.

“Right here?” Luke asked, his face flush with excitement and desire.

“No,” she said quickly. “Let’s do this properly. Go to your room. I’ll be right there.”

Luke climbed out of his seat, never taking his eyes off of her. He backed away from the chair, still facing her until he was near the doorframe. Then he finally had to turn away.

Elaine felt a flurry of butterflies in her stomach and a growing dampness between her thighs. When Luke was out of sight she got up slowly from the table, bracing herself so that she didn’t stumble on jell-o like legs. Reaching for the phone, she punched in the number for the pastor.

“Pastor Rick?” she said when the phone was answered.

“One sec,” came a young woman’s voice. There was some rustling and then a moment later Pastor Rick said hello.

“It’s working, pastor! I’m going to start tonight. He’s waiting for me in his room.”

“How do you feel, Elaine?” he asked, his voice eager and excited for her.

“I feel wonderful. Even better than the first time you showed me how I could help you.”

“I knew you would. Luke is your son, this duty is even more sacred than what you perform for me.”

“Pastor Rick? Thank you. Thank you for showing me the way.”

“You’re welcome, Elaine.”

****

Rick hung up the phone and looked up from the pair of smooth, shapely and tanned thighs that were draped over his shoulders. Above him was Abigail Stevens, the head cheerleader at the same high school Luke attended. Her furry, red bush had been a surprise to the pastor as most eighteen year old girls took great care to trim their pubic hair. He liked the retro look once in a while. Variety is the spice of life, he liked to say.

“Was that her again?” Abby asked. Rick nodded, moving his mouth back to her wet slit. He’d already licked the girl to three orgasms and would do it a couple more times before he slid himself into her.

“Is she going to do it? Is she going to sleep with her son?” she asked excitedly. Abby grabbed at her grapefruit titties, squeezing them roughly as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her dark, wine colored nipples jutted out from her rosy areolas.

“Yes,” Rick said, coming up for air. He looked at her lusty, impish face while his mouth was level with her flat tummy.

“Oh god, that is so hot. Do you think the other one will do it as well?”

“I don’t know,” Rick said, not concerned with Marjorie for the moment. Hearing Elaine say she was going to teach Luke right now had made his cock so hard he couldn’t think of anything else. “But that boy Luke owes me.”

Chapter 3

Elaine made her way down the short hallway walking on a cloud. The world seemed to slide by her in a haze as she was dreaming of what was about to happen. When she came to her son’s bedroom door she saw him sitting on the bed in just his white briefs. There was an obvious bulge jutting from the vee of his legs, arcing up towards his hip. The tight, white cotton outlined his tool in vivid relief, leaving only the details to her imagination.

She felt herself grow moist just looking at him. Knowing that she was about to touch him made her quiver in anticipation. Her excitement was God’s way of telling her she was doing the right thing. There couldn’t be a better explanation for the way she was feeling.

Looking up, she saw the hungry look in her son’s eyes, saw the lust and desire burning like a bonfire. That was the danger, she knew. She had to keep that energy focused in the right direction. She would teach him to use that energy to please a woman, to treat her the way she wanted to be treated.

“Okay, Luke, I’m here. Are you ready to begin?”

Her son nodded eagerly, his eyes devouring her, like her nightgown was transparent and he could see every part of her body with perfect clarity. She found that she liked it when he looked at her this way. She wanted him to see her, to see all of her. She thought of whipping the nightgown over her head and tossing it aside, but she discarded the idea. He needed to learn patience.

“Let’s start with kissing, okay?” She moved to the bed and sat next to him.

The giddy look on his face made her forget for a moment that he was an eighteen year old young man. He reminded her of the young boy who had just gotten an unexpected present. She rationalized that this was very much like one of those incidents, the present this time was her, instead of something from the store.

The thought faded as she leaned into him, her hand resting on his chest. The feel of his rippling, sinewy body ignited her nerves, sending jolts of pleasure to her aching breasts and pussy. She was incredibly wet.

Elaine felt a tremor in her arm as she leaned forward, her mouth opening slightly as she pressed it against his, her eyes closing at the last second. Luke hesitated and she worried that he was having second thoughts. His hand rose up and took hold of the back of her head, his tongue diving into her mouth with force.

“Mmph!” she squealed, surprised by the intensity of his kiss. He relented, lowering his hand from her head, only to cup her heavy, pendulous breast. Elaine gave out another squeak, not expecting him to grope her so quickly. She reached to move his hand away, but she didn’t have the will to make him stop. It felt too good!

She moaned into his mouth, their tongues dancing back and forth, tasting each other. She was thrilled to be kissing her handsome son, but she wanted more. After a minute, she pulled at the hem of her nightgown, pulling it up to just under her swinging tits. She took Luke’s hand and pushed it under her shift and urged him to touch her bare flesh.

“Ooooh,” Luke moaned into her mouth, his thumb swiping over her stiffened nipple, sending shocks through her body. She groaned loudly back at him, scooting closer so that their bodies were touching. He pulled her close and then rolled her onto her back, laying her down on the bed.

Elaine let him guide her to where he wanted. She felt his body crush against hers, her breasts squished into his bare chest. Then she felt his hand on her bare leg, moving upward quickly to the vee between her legs. She wanted nothing more than to spread her thighs and give him full access to all of her, but she had to be the one teaching.

“Hold on,” she hissed, forcing her mouth away from his. “Slow down, baby. We have all the time in the world,” she promised. “This isn’t a sprint. It’s a marathon, okay?”

She was grateful and happy that he relented, lifting himself off of her. At least he wasn’t an animal, yet. He could still control himself and listen to her when he needed to most. There was hope for him.

“I know you are in need, baby,” she said. “Let me take care of you first, that way you aren’t in pain and in such a hurry to get there. Okay?”

He nodded, rolling so that he was lying on his back. Elaine looked at his taut, nubile body. The fine hairs on his chest, growing darker around his tummy as they moved lower. His white shorts were tented obscenely, a wet spot forming where the fat head of his cock was leaking seminal fluid. It reminded her of the first time she’d seen her husband on her wedding night. And Pastor Rick. She was truly a blessed woman.

Except that she thought Luke was bigger than the other two men and not by a small margin. She wondered if somehow he’d gotten something from her side of the family. Everyone was large in her family, from her sister and brothers, even her father. She let the thought go, concentrating instead on her son and his imminent needs. Peeling back his underwear, she pulled it out and down, letting his cock bounce free from the tight confines.

“Oh my,” she said in awe, unable to control herself. She looked up at her son, whose face was beaming with pride at her reaction. Oh, he’s going to be dangerous, she thought. She felt the desire in her swell and her body ached to touch him, to suck him, to take him inside of her. All of these were signs that she was doing the right thing.

“Focus on the pleasure and joy you will feel being an instrument of God. He will reward you with pleasures of your own.” Pastor Rick’s words echoed in her mind and now she knew what he meant. Any doubt that may have lingered evaporated as she reached for her son’s prodigious tool.

“Oh, baby,” she breathed, taking hold of his burning shaft. Her fingers couldn’t wrap completely around it, he was so thick. Thicker than her husband and the pastor by a measure. She gave him a test stroke, feeling the skin slide over the steel core of his prick. Luke groaned in delight, thrusting his hips upward into her hand.

Elaine was suddenly burning up and she pulled the nightgown off of her body without thinking. She looked up and saw her son gazing at her, his eyes burning with lust. He reached out and took hold of her bare breast, squeezing the hefty pear and feeling its weight. She loved that he looked at her with such need, it filled her with a glowing pride to be pleasing to him.

“Oh that feels good, baby,” she purred, moving so that her face was hovering near his groin. She could clearly see the oozing fluid drooling out of the tip. Elaine knew she’d suck on him, there was no doubt in her mind that her son would feed her this monstrous tool in time, but for now, she wanted to take the edge off of him.

“Let your lover guide you,” she said, repeating the words Pastor Rick had told her and Marjorie to use. “Each woman is different, you need to find the key to her sexual being. Follow her lead, let her instruct you how to make her happy. If you do that, your wife will be a willing and enthusiastic lover.”

“Okay, mom,” Luke huffed in agreement. His face was contorted as he tried to restrain himself as she continued to stroke him.

“Lubrication is of utmost importance, especially in your case.”

“Why is that?” he asked. She detected a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Discarding the fact that he might be baiting her, she continued with her instruction.

“Chafing, dear. Not enough lubrication and this will hurt more than it makes a woman feel good. How would you like it if I rubbed you raw?’

“I don’t know,” he answered. He winced in pain when she gripped him extra tightly and then his face softened when she relented. “Right now that doesn’t sound so bad.”

“That’s because you only want to cum. You need it so bad. I can see it. So hard, so red. Pulsing, throbbing, aching to let loose and shoot your load. Young men are such beasts,” she said, but her words were not biting, almost proud that he was such a specimen. “I know you need relief, so I’m going to help you and then we will continue when you are ready.”

Elaine lay down on his side, her face on his tight stomach facing his towering rod. She stroked him slowly, spitting into her hand to provide the aforementioned lube. Luke gripped her breast, tweaking her nipple and sliding his thumb over it, making her slit churn with wetness.

“Just let go baby,” she urged. “Let this first one go and then you will be ready to learn.”

Jerking a cock, beating off, handjobs. These were the terms she’d heard as a young woman, before she’d been saved and brought into the church. These were the things the other girls did for their dates to preserve their chastity. If only those boys had loving, devoted mothers such as herself. Those girls wouldn’t have had to compromise themselves.

Using both hands, she worked them up and down his stalk, flesh gliding over slippery flesh. She squeezed as she reached the crown, urging his boiling seed to come rushing out. Luke’s breathing became deep and labored, his stomach muscles tightening and relaxing, sending her on a makeshift rollercoaster as he approached his climax.

“Oh fuck! I’m coming, mom!” Luke shouted.

Elaine aimed his cock away from her. She pumped his semen out of him, watching it shoot high in the air and come raining down on his legs and the carpet. There was so much, she was astounded. She laughed gayly as he continued to spew copious amounts of thick jism into the air. At last it trickled out of him and she squeezed out every last drop, draining his balls. She knew he’d have more. She was counting on it.

“Feeling better?” she asked with a giggle.

His body jerked as she touched the sensitive head of his penis, swiping away the remnants of his ejaculate. She played with it between her forefinger and thumb. How had she never done this before? Why was she just discovering the fun side of sex?

“Oh god, I’ve never felt so good in my entire life. Mom, that was amazing.”

She could let the blasphemy slide. It was, after all, in her praise. She hadn’t even minded when he cursed. She knew that men got carried away, even Jeremiah said similar things when they were in bed. There was no harm in it, so long as it didn’t continue on to degradation. Elaine would keep a close watch on her son’s vocabulary.

“Are you done, or would you like to learn more?”

“Oh please, mother, teach me more!” Luke said, sitting up. She pushed away from him, her body bare for him to gaze upon and admire. His eyes devoured her, especially her heavy, swinging breasts. They’d been such a burden when she was younger, only learning to appreciate them when she was married. Now they made her feel like a goddess under her son’s penetrating gaze.

Chapter 4

Luke couldn’t believe what was happening. His day had gone up and then came crashing down. Only to go higher than he ever would have imagined.

It was beyond his imagination that this day would end this way; he was making out with his naked mother, her bare breasts in his hands as she lay on top of him. The feel of her body on his made his cock leap to attention and he could feel the wetness seeping from the vee between her soft thighs.

He rolled her onto her back, her heavy hangers separating from each other under their substantial weight. He gazed down at her, drinking in the incredibly sexy sight of his mother. The round globes had faint hints of blue veins in places, her pale skin bright in the light. She had large, dark areolas with thick, rubbery nipples rising up from the centers.

Luke knew that at some point he wanted to push her giant milk cans together and slide his hard cock between them. He wanted to fuck his mother’s tits and shoot his hot cum all over her chest, neck and face. He ached to do just that, but he kept himself in check for the moment.

“What else are you going to teach me, mom?” he asked breathlessly.

She took his hand and guided it between her thighs, parting them as his fingers pressed into her lips. Taking hold of his finger, she gave him a guided tour of her sex, pointing out her lips and the many parts that made up the outer areas. Then she pushed his digit inside of her, her eyes rolling back in her head as he penetrated her.

Luke pushed into her with his finger, feeling the incredible warmth that was his mothers cunt. She was slick with desire, he knew, but he still couldn’t fathom why she was doing this. Surely the pastor hadn’t meant for her to become his concubine.

But what if he had? What if the pastor was playing a game? Luke was busily exploring his mother’s body, but somewhere in the back of his mind he was trying to unravel this mystery.

“Baby, I’m not sure you should do that,” his mother said, hesitantly.

Luke’s face had drifted lower and lower until he was breathing on his mother’s inner thighs. Her slippery, open pussy was mere inches from his nose and he had a close examination of her most private of places. He could see her quim opening up, the inner lips being revealed as his finger drove into her. At the top of her slit her hardened clit was peeking out, a dark pink nubbin.

The smell of her excited pussy made his desire soar and he breathed her in deeply. He wanted to taste her and she had guessed that was his goal.

“I want to mom,” Luke said, his voice raspy with need. “I need to.”

“Ok,” she acquiesced reluctantly. “But only for a minute, okay? I’ve never let anyone do that and I’m not sure I should.”

Luke wondered about his father. Could it really be that good old, bible thumping Jeremiah had never taken the time to kiss his wife’s slit? The poor, dumb bastard, he thought as his tongue pushed into his mothers sweet cunt.

“Oh! Oh, oh my! Oh!” his mother cried out, her voice filled with worry and excitement. She jerked away from him and hesitantly pushed at his head, trying to force him away but with no real conviction. She was making a show of resistance, but she didn’t really want him to stop.

Luke ignored her half hearted pleading and surged forward, burying his tongue in his mother’s delicious snatch. The taste of her cream was divine and he worked to drink every drop from her cunt. His mother’s hand rested on his head and then her fingers dug into his hair and she pulled him hard against her, succumbing to the pleasure of his mouth on her sex.

“Oh Luke,” she sighed, “I never, I never knew it could feel so good.”

Luke shook his head, in utter disbelief that his father never had the decency to give his wife head. It was gorgeous and just begged to be lapped. His loss, Luke thought with a derisive smile, is my gain.

“Oh god baby, something is happening!” his mother cried again in that breathless, frightened tone. “Oh god, please don’t stop, son!”

She was trembling and it only grew stronger. Her legs were quivering and he had to force them apart to keep her from clamping them closed. His tongue slid into her slippery channel, her warm honey sweet and sticky, coating his cheeks and chin as he ravished her wanton body. Her body jerked wildly when he flicked her stiff clitoris, sending jolts of euphoria to her brain, making her moan loudly.

“Oh fuck!” his mother shouted as she came. It was the first time Luke had ever heard his mother curse and he knew that he’d done something right. Her thighs wrapped around his head as she trapped him in between her legs. He licked her slit and clit through it all as her whole body tightened like a bow being drawn back. Luke knew that at any moment she would snap.

“Eee eee ahh!” his mother squealed loudly in a high pitch. Her grip tightened on his head and she was pulling his hair. He concentrated on the stiff nub at the top of her slit, her voice rising higher until it was barely a hiss of air escaping her lungs as he drove her to the peak of excitement. A moment later she sucked air in loudly, filling her lungs as a torrent of cream came flooding out of her pussy.

“Oh fuck, baby,” she huffed, her voice as shaky as her noodly limbs. Her body relaxed and she let go of the clump of hair she had in her fist. Elaine lay back on the bed, a sheen of sweat covering her voluptuous body, a serene, blissful smile upon her face.

“Was that okay, mom?” Luke said, as he lifted his face from between her soft thighs, his skin shiny with her juices.

“Oh baby,” she gasped, “I don’t know what that was, but it was amazing!”

Luke moved up to lay next to her and she rolled into his arms, a contented look upon her face and seemingly so vulnerable. He wrapped his arms around her and held her closely. His cock rubbed against her hip, more liquid leaking from the tip. He was hard again and ready for more. Ready for anything she wanted to share with him.

His mother lay in his arms for a long while. Luke was happy to caress her gorgeous, naked body. He was still in disbelief that all of this was happening, but he was determined to make the most of it before he woke up. If this was some dream, he never wanted it to end.

“Ahh,” he sighed as his mother suddenly took hold of his hardened rod. Her soft touch felt like heaven. The way she touched him made him feel incredible. The look of lust on his sweet, pure mother’s face was more than enough to make his cock stand up proudly and encourage anything she desired to do to him.

“So big,” his mother whispered, her face turned down to look at his tool. “So thick, baby. You are a lucky young man. You will make some woman very happy, someday.”

She stroked him slowly, testing his firmness and lost in thought.

“What next?” Luke asked.

“There are a number of things we could do to make this go down,” his mother said. “Pastor Rick was very clear that there were no limits when it comes to your education. He said I should let God guide me.”

“And what does God tell you now?”

She pushed herself up onto her elbow before she rose to her knees, never letting go of his cock. Turning to face him, she lifted one leg over his and then settled herself down so that his cock rose up and rested against her tummy.

“God tells me that I should teach you to make love to a woman. Would you like that Luke?”

The look on her face was a puzzle to Luke, an impossibility for the woman he’d known for eighteen years. There was no way his chaste, modest, Sunday School teaching mother was going to fuck him. And yet, she gazed down at him with what could only be called lust as she stroked his velvet covered column of marble. She thumbed the precum that leaked from the slit of his head and then she brought it to her mouth and licked it off.

“Oh god,” he groaned and she shot him a devilish smile. Something had changed with his mom, or maybe had always been there and he’d just never been able to see it. She was not the same woman he’d known all his life. And to think, none of this would have happened if he hadn’t gotten caught jerking off to a dirty magazine at David’s house.

“I want that very much, mom.”

“Good. So do I.”

Luke could barely wait and he felt every nerve in his body, alive and singing in anticipation of what was about to happen. He watched with bated breath as she took hold of his cock and then lifted herself up and pushed the head between her legs, inserting the tip into her slot.

“Oh sweet Jesus,” his mother breathed, her eyes rolling up and her lids fluttering. “Oh baby, you are making me so excited. I’m dripping!”

“You are so hot, mother,” Luke said, reaching up to palm her heavy, swinging tits. She arched her back, pushing her body into his grip and covering his hand with one of hers. Squeezing his hand, she encouraged him to grope her harder.

“Oh yes, Luke! Oh that feels wonderful! Touch me, baby!”

The head of his cock was swallowed up by her, her body taking him in. It filled her, stretched her, the tip reaching her womb. Her body was on fire, the sensation of it all overwhelming. Her groin ignited like an inferno, her body growing hot as a volcano. Pressing her flesh to his, he mauled her tit, squeezing and kneading. She was drenched, the smell of her sex filling the room. She could feel his fingers, the heat of his hands, the roughness of his finger nails. She could feel their strength and the way they slid over her skin, sending shivers through her and making her tingle. The soft flesh of her cunt’s lips clasped around his cock, engulfing him in her body.

I’M FUCKING MY MOM! His brain screamed.

Lower and lower she slid, sucking him into her cunt and clamping down on his girth like a velvet vise. Her head rolled back and she touched her neck before sliding her hand down to cup her breast. She urged him to pinch her nipple and he felt another surge of wet heat on his cock, her cream bathing his balls as it poured out of her.

At last she had taken all of him and she rested for a moment to enjoy the full feeling he was giving her. Luke didn’t care if she ever moved, the sensation of being inside a pussy was something he never wanted to end. The fact that it was his own mother’s pussy was the greatest thing in this world. Nothing would ever compare to this.

“Oh you feel so good inside me, Luke,” she whispered. “I know this is right because it feels so good. Just like Pastor Rick said.”

Luke barely heard her words, let alone understand them. So long as she didn’t suddenly stop, he didn’t care what the shady Pastor had said. If he was responsible for this moment, then Luke owed the man a debt of gratitude for sure, but he would worry about that later. Right now he needed to fuck his mother!

Pushing up with his hips, lifting his mother up in the air, his cock pressed deeper into her slippery pussy. His mom let out a deep moan and when he lowered his body, she began to move atop him. Her slick channel moved along his shaft, sending waves of pleasure to his brain as her tight pussy massaged every part of his cock.

“That’s it baby,” she whispered softly, “make love to me. Make love to your mother, as you will to your wife one day. Just pretend I’m your future wife.”

There was no way in hell Luke was going to do any such thing. He was inside his mother and that alone was making his cock harder than it had ever been. If anything, he knew that whenever he was inside another woman, he’d be thinking of his mother!

Elaine moved atop him slowly, deliberately. Reaching down, she braced herself against his chest, her heavy, swaying tits trapped between her arms and being squished together obscenely. Just like the trampy slut on the cover of the magazine. Luke held on to his mother’s shapely hips, guiding her up and down his pole. The wet sounds of her soaked pussy sliding up and down his thick cock loud in the room.

“Oh fuck, mom. Your pussy is so tight!”

“You are so big, baby,” she said dreamily, her eyes shut as they fucked.

He could feel her pussy flutter around his shaft and a steady stream of honey leaked from her. The room was thick with the smell of her excited pussy and sweat. Her pace increased slowly and through his blurry vision, he could see her face scrunch up and then her sheath would grip him tightly. He knew she was coming. He was making his mother cum as they fucked.

Luke loved it, but he felt trapped underneath his mother. He wanted to thrust more and he fought against her to get more leverage. Unable to wait for her, he took charge and pulled her legs forward by the back of his knees. Sitting up, he pulled her until she was sitting on his lap, his cock still buried in her with her legs on either side of his torso.

“Oh baby, what are you doing? Oh my!” she yelped in surprise.

Luke now had her in his lap, her fat, mommy tits directly in his face and his strong hands gripping her round ass. He pulled her against him, driving his dick deep inside her and watching her giant cans shake and jiggle as he thrust into her. He buried his face into her cleavage, sucking at her tit flesh like a wild man as she was helpless to do anything but accept the fucking he was giving her.

Her hips moved in time with his thrusting, riding him like a cheap tart, moaning in delight as he fucked her. “Oh baby! Oh fuck! Oh fuck me, Luke!” she screamed.

The top of his shaft jabbed into her clit each time he pulled her against him, his cock sinking as deep as it would go. Luke’s thighs were wet with the cream that was flowing from their union. She wrapped her arms around him, squishing her soft mountains into his naked chest.

“Oh god, baby. That’s it!” she breathed into his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. “So good, baby. So good! This is for you anytime you need it. Pastor Rick said I should be ready for you anytime, day or night. Anytime you need me, you just tell me, okay?”

“Yes mom!” Luke huffed, his mind swimming in disbelief at her words.

“Oh baby, you need to cum, huh? You are going to explode, aren’t you baby? Just do it! Cum for mommy. Just let it go baby.”

His mother let go of her bear hug and leaned back, looking him in the eyes. Her brown eyes were shiny with excitement and then she was parting those sweet lips and french kissing him deeply. Luke never let go of her round ass, pulling her onto his aching cock and pushing her back.

As they kissed he felt his nut rising up. He was going to unload in a moment and he steam rolled towards his release. The loud slap of skin against skin was punctuated by the moans his mother shot into his mouth as they soul kissed. And then his cock lurched, jerking inside of her molten pussy and he was shooting his seed inside of her.

She held him tightly, biting his lip as his jizz rocketed into her pussy. He filled her up with his sticky load, soaking her insides with his incestuous seed.

“Oh fuck baby!” She moaned lewdly, her body trembling in his arms. “So hot! So much cum! God, I feel like you unleashed a fire hose inside of me.”

Chapter 5

The next day David Stine woke up and his morning wood was in full bloom. He cursed that his mother had taken the magazine he had bought, the image of the sultry, sexy women still vivid in his mind. He reached down and gave himself a teasing tug, playing with the idea of jerking off in bed while his mother was still in the house.

His mother had made some vague remarks about helping him out when he felt the need to masturbate. He hadn’t really processed all that she had said the night before, feeling awkward around her after she’d caught him and Luke looking at the magazine. He had wanted nothing more than to escape to the solitude of his room and so he had just ‘Uh huh’ everything she had said.

She had been to see Pastor Rick, a fact that made him groan in embarrassment and shame. Apparently the Pastor had given her some instructions and now her words were coming back to him.

“The Pastor said I need to help you so that you do not succumb to these perversions.” There had been more, much more, but David had tuned out when she started talking about his soul and blah blah blah.

“I’m here whenever you need me.” Those words rang out in his mind and he wondered if she truly meant it. Giving his cock another squeeze, he pushed the sheets off and skinned the underwear from his body.

“Mom?” he called out. “Mom, can you come in here?”

He heard her bedroom door open and then she was outside his room. She let out a little gasp, covering her mouth with her hand at the sight of him naked.

She was dressed in an unflattering nightgown that was tight around the neck and went all the way to the ground. The faded pink flowers on it could barely be made out, it was so old. David didn’t care though, his mother was looking at his nude body and she wasn’t screaming. This was a start, he thought.

“You said you would help?” he asked, his voice unsure.

Her shoulders rose and sank with a deep, resigning breath. “I guess I did, at that.”

David’s face flushed with heat as she moved into his bedroom, closing the door behind her. His father was still home, he knew, and he guessed that his mother didn’t want to explain what she was doing with their son.

She came around to the far side of the bed and sat down, facing away from him. Reaching back, she fumbled until she found his cock, flinching when she took hold of him roughly.

“Ouch!” David yelped as she jerked him unpleasantly, like she was trying to tear his cock off. “Fuck mom, that hurts!”

Marjorie whipped her head around and shot him a dark, warning look. “Shh!” she whispered harshly, her eyes darting to the door in explanation.

“Okay,” David hissed, still wincing in pain at her rough treatment. “But that doesn’t feel good. I thought Pastor Rick said to help?”

His mother’s shoulders slumped and she released her grip, to his great relief. “I’ve never been good with handjobs,” she admitted.

David, his cock still hard despite the pain she’d given him, asked, “Well, what were you good at?”

“I’m not telling you that!” she snapped.

“Fine, I’ll just go get another magazine before school.”

“David Stine! You will do no such thing.”

“What do you expect me to do mom? This isn’t going away on its own.”

She turned away from him and after a moment her back stiffened and she lifted her head. “Fine. Close your eyes.”

David did as his mother instructed, surprised that his threat had worked. He felt the bed shift as she rose up from it. Peeking out from under his eyelids, he watched as she knelt on the side and leaned forward, her face coming closer and closer to his cock. He let out a gasp as her mouth opened and she took the head of his prick inside.

“Oh wow,” he whispered. Her soft mouth engulfed his rod and enveloped him in the hottest embrace of his life. He was getting his first ever blowjob and it was from his own mother!

Up and down she bobbed her head, her tongue working to bathe his shaft. Spit and drool slid down his cock and soaked his tight balls. His mother reached up and massaged his tender orbs, rubbing her saliva into his skin and making him moan loudly.

“Oh shit, mom! That feels amazing.”

“Be quiet!” she hissed after taking her mouth off of him. “Your father is still in bed.”

David nodded quickly, urging her to return to her work. She shot him a serious look, her eyes narrowed to just slits before she moved back into position and sucked him back into her mouth.

He grew longer as she worked him with her magic lips and tongue.

Where did she learn to do this? He wondered. His mother was amazing at giving head! God, how many mothers were world class cock suckers and no one, especially their sons, knew? How many cocks had she sucked in her life? How many men had she gone down on and sucked out a hefty, salty load of cum?

The sudden thought of his mother as a slut turned David on like nothing ever had. He reached out and took hold of his mother’s head and pushed her down onto his cock. She gurgled and resisted his pressure, which only made him use more force. She relented, accepting his direction and allowed him to fuck her mouth.

“Oh sweet baby Jesus,” he hissed. He knew the blasphemy would rile his mother, but he didn’t care. He wanted her to be a little mad. David thrust his hips into his mother’s face, driving his cock deep into her mouth and throat.

He reached out with his left hand and pulled at his mother’s nightgown. He yanked it up and bunched it up in his fist and grabbed more cloth. At last his mother’s bare bottom was visible to him and he stroked her fleshy cheeks. She let out a warning yelp, but her mouth was full of his rod and he wouldn’t let her up.

Once again, she seemed resigned to allow him to feel her up as she sucked him off. His mother never let up with her talented tongue or lips, urging him to cum quickly with the depraved, slutty things she was doing.

“Not good with your hands, but good with your mouth, huh?” David whispered. He saw the redness in her cheeks, the shame burning in her face at his words. “I bet you’ve missed this, huh mom? I bet you love sucking cock, don’t you?”

She shot him a dark look, her eyes blazing with anger.

“Answer me,” he ordered in a rough whisper.

Their eyes locked for a long moment, David never pausing in his thrusting into her wet mouth. Then she nodded, almost imperceptibly at first, then vigorously. David felt an immense rush of excitement at his mother’s admission. She was a cock sucking slut!

“Do you enjoy this, mom? Sucking my cock, does it get your pussy nice and wet?” The force in his voice made her shudder, and she nodded with an almost unnoticeable whimper. “Do you want me to keep going even harder? To make you beg for more?” Her eyes were lost within a haze of pleasure as he said those words, and they slowly drooped shut.

The only answer Marjorie gave was to open her mouth wider and take all of him at once, pushing her face down onto him until he was buried completely in her throat. David didn’t need to thrust any longer, she was massaging his hardened steel pole with her mouth and throat.

“Oh god, here I cum!” David groaned, his hand slipping from her head. He wouldn’t have been surprised if she had pulled away, but she didn’t. She kept him in her throat, encouraging him to blast off with soft moans.

He jerked in the bed, his cock throbbing and pulsing with each blast of jizz that shot out of the inflamed head. His mother drank down his seed, each squirt shooting directly into her throat and sliding down into her belly.

At last he was spent and she moved her head back, licking him clean. When he slipped from her mouth, she wiped her chin with the back of her hand and stood up. Looking down at him, she gave him a long, intense stare.

David wasn’t sure what she was thinking, his brain was too fuzzy to think straight, but he didn’t think she was mad at him. He’d seen the angry, pissed off looks too many times to ever forget. No, she wasn’t mad, at least not with him.

“Thanks, mom,” he said at last and she blinked.

“Get ready for school,” she ordered him and then she was leaving his room.

Chapter 6

Elaine drove quickly from the church to the high school. She’d received a call from the school that Luke was in the office and that he needed her to come down right away. The nurse, Miss Jenkins, had assured her that Luke was not hurt or in any danger, but he was in some discomfort and he insisted that she call his mother.

“I’ll be right there,” Elaine had said before rushing out of the office.

As she walked briskly down the quiet carpeted hall of the church offices, Marjorie had opened the door at the far end. Elaine saw right away that her friend was not her usual self. Margie’s hair was a bit disheveled, which never happened, and she seemed in a bit of a daze.

“My word, what is wrong Margie?” Elaine had asked, sparing a moment before she rushed out.

“Is Pastor Rick in?” Marjorie asked, ignoring Elaine’s question.

“Yes, he’s in his office. Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry. Where are you off to?”

“Luke isn’t feeling well. The school nurse called me to come down and check on him.”

Marjorie’s eyes narrowed and she took a deep, ragged breath. Elaine wasn’t sure what was going on with her friend, but she knew something was terribly amiss.

“You better go then,” Margie said.

“Ok,” Elaine said, worried. “Will you tell Pastor Rick I’ve stepped out? I’m so frazzled I forgot to say anything.”

Marjorie nodded and waved her off.

Now Elaine was walking through the empty halls of the high school, her heels clicking on the polished floor. She caught a young man eyeing her as he passed, but her mind was preoccupied with whatever problem Luke might be having to give it any thought.

Pushing open the door to the nurse’s office, Elaine found Miss Jenkins. She was a woman in her middle thirties, Elaine guessed, with a pleasant smile and fair features. Her dirty blond hair was piled on top of her head in a neat bun, leaving her smooth neck bare.

“Is Luke okay?” Elaine asked quickly.

“Oh, Mrs. Howard. I’m glad you came down. Yes, Luke is fine, but he is in some state of discomfort. I suggested he take care of it, but he insisted that you be called. I’m sorry to bother you at your work.”

“It’s no problem,” Elaine said absently, looking about, but not seeing her son. “Where is he?”

“Right this way,” the nurse said, extending her arm out to indicate the one examination room.

Elaine noticed the inquisitive look on the woman’s face, as if she was surprised at Elaine’s reaction to being summoned. The mother moved to the door and found the nurse right behind her.

Luke was lying atop an examination table with a vinyl covered cushion. He had his windbreaker in his lap and he was wincing in pain.

“I thought you said he wasn’t hurt?” Elaine accused.

“He’s fine,” the nurse insisted.

“Look at him!” Elaine nearly shouted, only catching herself before she completely lost her temper.

“Mrs. Howard, this isn’t anything unusual. He could have taken care of the issue himself. I told him as much.”

Elaine had been looking at the nurse but now turned to her son, confusion on her face.

“What is wrong Luke?” she asked.

Luke bit his lip and pulled the jacket from his lap, revealing a powerful erection that was trapped inside of his jeans. Even through the denim both women could see the large protrusion, Nurse Jenkins gasping softly.

“Oh,” Elaine whispered. “I see.” Immediately her mouth began to water and she felt that familiar tingle between her legs. It was God telling her what she needed to do. “I think we can handle this, nurse,” Elaine said, trying to keep her voice steady. “If you will excuse us.”

“I’m sorry,” the nurse said, “I can’t do that. I can’t allow you to perform any procedures in here,” she said, pausing for a deep breath, “without me present.”

Elaine’s head shot up and she stared at the nurse in disbelief. She was about to argue, but the nurse gave her a challenging look and Elaine knew the woman would not budge. Her mind raced, trying to come up with an answer to this impossibility. She couldn’t allow this woman to witness what she needed to do to protect her son, to guard his soul from condemnation.

And yet the thought of this woman watching, bearing witness to the act she was contemplating only made Elaine hotter. Her chest was burning and she wished she could take her confining blazer off, but she knew that was out of the question. She could picture the nurse hovering over them as she performed the act she knew Luke needed so that he could return to class. Elaine felt wetness on her thighs and knew that her knickers were damp from her excitement.

Was this God telling her to go ahead and do as she thought best? Was her excitement evidence of his blessing? Pastor Rick had said so and she had no place to question the pastor or God.

“Very well,” Elaine said, her skin tingling now that she’d made up her mind. “Mind you, you will act professional and not tell a soul what goes on in here. This is between my son, myself and God. Do you understand?”

Nurse Jenkins nodded quickly and Elaine felt a stab of anger to see the excited look in the woman’s eyes. “I’m doing this for my son’s sake,” Elaine thought angrily, “not so you can be a degenerate voyeur.”

Elaine turned to her son, trying to ignore Nurse Jenkins entirely. She saw the pained look in her son’s face and her heart melted as she prepared to make everything better for him. Reaching down, she unsnapped his jeans and pulled open his fly. Luke let out a sigh of relief as the immense pressure was released and his aching cock was freed from the confines of his pants. Elaine heard the soft gasp from behind her and tried to pretend it was the wind.

Luke lay immobile as his mother tugged down the waistband of his briefs, letting his rigid member spring up, pointing away from his body. His head lolled against the bed as her hands encircled his stiffened shaft and softly squeezed.

Elaine was impressed with the size and stiffness of his prick again. She’d felt it for the first time last night, once in her hand and then in her pussy. Her body reacted to the feel of him and she wished she could climb on the table and take him inside her once more. The desire to fuck him was immense and she ached knowing that wasn’t a possibility.

Nurse Jenkins’ heels clicked on the hard floor as she stepped closer, getting a better look. Elaine wondered if the woman was reacting the same way she was to the sight of her son’s equipment. It was impossible to see such a pecker and not be affected.

The sensation of pleasure replaced Luke’s pain as Elaine moved her touch gently up and down him. She had forgotten that he needed to be back in class, so captivated was she by the pleasure he showed with each stroke. She loved the noises he made when she caressed his body; it only heightened her own desire.

After a minute of slowly masturbating her son in relative silence, Elaine could wait no longer. Bending at the waist, her chest pressing into his thigh, she pressed her red painted lips against the bulbous head and kissed it. Her tongue snaked out and caressed the ridge just below the crown before swiping over the tip to taste the precum leaking from the slit at the top.

She never knew how much she liked performing oral sex until the pastor had requested it of her. Almost daily he’d call her into his office and she found that she was anticipating his request more and more as each day passed. Now, when the time approached, she would get excited and fidget in her chair until she heard his summons. Her pussy would be bubbling and she tried to keep her legs steady as she moved to please him.

As much as she liked sucking on the pastor, Elaine was even more delighted to blow her son. His thick cock filled her mouth, stretching her jaw to accommodate his girth as she worked his stalk steadily inward. She stroked up on his cock as her mouth descended, working the drool that spilled out of her mouth into his humid flesh, allowing her hand to glide up and down his rod easily.

Elaine stifled a groan as she heard the loud sigh coming from Nurse Jenkins, who was now intently watching the scene before her. The nurse’s hand had firmly engulfed her breast, squeezing it tightly – a gesture that Elaine could only take as approval and admiration for what she was doing. She felt a strange mix of pride and shame swell in her chest as she lowered her head to pleasure her son, all while being watched by an audience.

Elaine went to work with determination. She took more and more of her son’s cock into her mouth, gagging as the wide head pushed into her throat. Spit and drool covered his knob and she stroked him with ever increasing speed.

The mother knew she must be a sight to behold. Here she was in her son’s school, sucking on her boy’s cock like some call girl brought in to service him. The thought made her shudder and she felt her pussy weep with lust. The nurse must think of her as a complete whore, fucking her son with her mouth. Luke wasn’t helping matters either as he thrust his hips up at her, forcing her to take more of him into her orifice.

Her lips in a tight oval slid up and down his veiny shaft; lipstick smears covered in her saliva streaked red up and down his shaft as her hand smeared it into his skin. Elaine couldn’t help the moans that escaped from her, she was too drawn in to care any longer what the nurse might think of her. She hungered for her son’s cream, eager to taste it and drink it down.

“Cum baby! Give it to me!” she screamed silently. “Feed me, baby!”

Nurse Jenkins gave out a little whimper and Elaine looked up to see that the woman had pulled up her tight skirt and was openly rubbing her pussy through her plain panties. They locked eyes for a moment and Elaine sneered at the shameless look on the other woman’s face. The nurse didn’t care that Elaine watched her abuse herself, she only needed the release that she was desperately searching for. All three of them were in a frenzied state and the only way it would end was when Luke finally climaxed.

The church mother sensed her son’s impending explosion. She’d felt it dozens of times with the pastor and now was an expert at reading a man’s body. Elaine thought of drinking his cum as she deepthroated him, as she did with Pastor Rick, but she wanted to put on a show for the nurse. Stroking him furiously, she pulled back and rested the tip of his cock on her lower lip.

“That’s it baby,” she urged her son. “Cum for mommy.” The lewd words spilled out of her and she could see the lust in her son’s eyes as he prepared to give her the treat she worked so hard for. “Shoot it, Luke. Shoot your spunk for me.”

Luke gave out a strangled cry and then his cock was spewing its sticky white ambrosia. The first stream launched high into the air, arcing over Elaine’s head and felt it land in her hair. The nurse let out a yelp and then she was coming herself. Elaine slurped her son’s spurting cock into her mouth, catching the rest of his cream and swirling it around with her tongue.

The conservative, modest mother felt her pussy contract and she was climaxing as well. Tasting her son’s seed had sent her superheated cunt over the precipice. She was awash in the dizzying glory of her own orgasm as she continued to slurp up her son’s sticky jism.

If she had seen this version of herself a year ago she wouldn’t have recognized this person. But the pastor had revealed to her the truth and now she was not only able to perform the duties God had tasked her with, she was reveling in the joy it brought her. Making herself a vessel for her son’s pleasure had allowed her to enjoy the physical act of love so much more and in ways she had never dreamed.

The small room was stuffy with the smell of sex. Nurse Jenkins leaned heavily against a counter, her hand still buried in her panties and her mouth hanging open in ecstatic delight. Her eyes were glazed over as she stared at mother and son. Elaine made a show of cleaning up her son’s cock and her sticky fingers. The nurse watched intently, her mouth moving as if she were the one licking up the clumps of semen still clinging to the tip of Luke’s prick.

Elaine urged Luke to get off the table and dress himself. The mother and son composed themselves, shooting glances at the nurse who was still lost in her own euphoria. When they were presentable, they left Miss Jenkins in the examination room.

In the still empty hallway she straightened Luke’s shirt, enjoying the feel of his body. With a smile she swatted him on the behind and sent him to class.

—

Marjorie had an idea of what Luke needed from his mother, Elaine. He was the same age as her Davey and both boys had been engaged in self abuse just the day before in her home. The pastor had directed the mother’s to help alleviate the pressures the young men were feeling and in ways she had never imagined.

She had been completely unaware that doing as the pastor had said would affect her so strongly. It brought out feelings she thought buried and forgotten and it only took one session with her son to come back with a vengeance.

“I’m a faithful wife,” she told herself. “I’m not that girl anymore. That was years ago.”

Marjorie’s small identity crisis had come about because of her following the pastor’s instruction, so she was going back to him. Once Elaine was out of the building she crept up to the pastor’s office, pushing it open carefully. Rick was on the phone and when he heard the door he looked up and waved her in.

“I’ve got to go, Mrs. Stevens. I will have that talk with Abigail. Of course. Goodbye.” He hung up the phone and gave the distraught mother a concerned look. “What’s wrong Margie?”

Marjorie looked down and wrung her hands in her lap. For a long minute she said nothing, working up the courage to say the things she had rehearsed. “I can’t do it,” she said at last.

“Can’t do what?” Pastor Rick asked.

“I can’t help David, like you asked.”

“Have you tried?” he asked, leaning back in his chair.

Marjorie nodded, her face growing warm with the memory of what she had done this morning. What she had done and what David had done to her.

“How did it go? Were you able to keep your son from looking at pornography?” She nodded. “Then I don’t understand. What is the problem? You have done God’s work. Why are you so distraught?”

“I’m afraid I’ll go back to being the woman I was before I found the church, before I met my husband. Pastor Rick, I wasn’t always a lady.”

“Ahh, I see,” he said, touching his fingers together.

Marjorie listened to him speak for some time, assuring her that what she was doing was important and right. She could feel herself relax and be open to his words.

“When you were younger you knew that what you were doing was wrong, your heart and soul knew it. That is why you felt such pain from those actions. Now, channeled in the right direction, you can access that part of you, to provide the guidance that your son needs. God is giving you that gift.”

“You don’t understand,” Marjorie cried, tears welling up in her eyes. “I can’t let go, Pastor. If I let go my son will see me as a whore!”

“I see,” he said at last. “Do you need a safe place to express that part of yourself so that you don’t reveal too much to your son?”

“That might help, but how can I do that? That would be wrong, wouldn’t it?”

“Just as you are to be there for your son, I am here for you. Anytime, in any way you may need me. I am at your service, Marjorie.”

“Are you available right now, Pastor Rick?” she asked, her voice shaking with need.

“Indeed I am,” he said, his eyes bright with lust. “Unburden yourself on me. Let me channel your shame away and show you that you are truly a magnificent creature, made and filled with God’s love. He only wants you to share it.”

Marjorie began to undress, hungry for the taste and touch of a new lover. Pastor Rick was handsome enough but she felt that long lost sensation of burning lust when he undid his pants and pulled out his prick. She noticed he wasn’t even wearing underwear and she looked up into his eyes, suddenly seeing him differently.

She cleared his desk and bent over it, bracing herself with her round, bubbly butt sticking up. Margie watched as the pastor came up behind her, holding his cock. He swiped the head up and down her slit, the head becoming slick with her juices. She let out a low moan as he teased her, wiggling her bottom at him, enticing him to do the nasty things to her she liked so much.

“Fuck me,” she said in breathless anticipation. She reached back and pried one cheek back, giving him a better view of her plump, pink pussy. The pastor obeyed and with a grunt sank his tool inside of her. “Oh yes!” Margie cried loudly.

It had been ages since she’d felt the wanton pleasure of a new lover, a new cock. In her younger days she didn’t really care what kind of a prick a man had, she’d had them all. It was the newness, the hedonistic joy of a myriad of lovers that spurred her on. Already she was humping back at the pastor, her ass slapping loudly against his belly as Pastor Rick struggled to keep up.

“So good,” Margie moaned, her pussy rippling along the strong cock that was buried inside of her. Her syrup bathed his shaft and leaked out of her. “I’m going to need this a lot, Rick. Maybe once a day for a while.’

Pastor Rick didn’t know how he was going to manage that with Elaine in the office so much, but he would find a way. He wasn’t going to pass up a hot fuck with Marjorie Stine for any reason. Margie’s needy pussy was clutching his cock as he pulled out and then drove back in. Damn, she could fuck!

They fucked until Margie had a satisfying cum and then she spun around and sank to her knees and let good pastor beat his meat until he splattered her cheeks and mouth with his pearly goo. She sucked him clean and then kept going, trying to make him rise again.

“Come on, pastor,” she teased. “You’ve still got one more hole to go.”

Rick smiled lewdly and nodded. “Indeed I do.”

Chapter 7

Elaine woke up early and saw her husband off to work. Once he was out the door and on his way, she walked back down the hall to Luke’s room. She pulled her top off, letting her magnificent tits bounce free. Her boy was still asleep, but his cock was already hard. Morning wood, she knew, but she couldn’t send him to school without getting him off. She was not going to be able to visit him each day at school, so she’d just have to cut the problem off at the pass, so to speak.

“Mmm – Whu- what?” Luke murmured, rubbing his sleepy eyes. As the world came into focus he looked down and saw that his mother had wrapped her glorious boobs around his dick. The soft warmth of her breasts engulfed his cock as she worked him in and out of her cleavage.

“Holy shit, mom,” he gasped, his cock growing harder as comprehension of his situation set in. “Oh my god, that is so fucking hot! You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

“Oh,” she said, drooling into the tight tunnel she created for her son, “I’m guessing for a lot longer than is decent.” She gave a musical laugh at his guilty expression. “Boys are boys, no matter if they are boyfriends or a son. You are all the same.” She rolled her eyes as she enjoyed the thickness of her son’s equipment. “Well maybe not exactly the same,” she added.

“This is an amazing way to wake up,” Luke breathed.

“I’m glad you think so. I can’t have you running to the nurses office each day. So until you can make it through a school day without getting a hardon, each morning we’ll make sure you are drained. That should hold you until you get home.”

“Okay, mom,” Luke agreed happily. “I like this plan a lot.” She bet he did!

Her breasts swelled around his shaft, the sensation of her tight, rigid nipples and his cock rubbing between them was almost orgasmic. She breathed in deeply his musky scent mixed with her own arousal, causing her pussy to twitch. There wasn’t enough time for a proper fuck, though she wished otherwise, so her poor little kitty would have to suffer for a while.

He came with a shuddering force, his member encased in her soft tit flesh, his pearly load glazing her neck and chest. His body pulsed with an intoxicating energy, sending waves of pleasure through them both, and she clung to him tightly. He brushed the hair from her face and kissed her softly, before drawing himself up, his cock sliding from her pillowy boobs.

“That better hold you, mister,” she teased, slapping his thigh.

Elaine hopped onto her feet and then went to clean herself, humming happily.

—

It was just after lunch and Elaine was at Pastor Rick’s door, readying herself to go inside. She’d missed their normal appointment yesterday and she hoped that he wasn’t too upset with her. When she stepped into his office she was relieved by the excited smile he gave her and she quickly knelt before him as he sat in his chair.

Rick undid his pants and hauled his tumescent sausage out. Elaine watched as it grew larger right before her eyes. It was fascinating the things a penis could do; such a wondrous part of the male anatomy. She circled her fingers around the base of his cock, massaging him as blood filled his organ, making it stand up proud and ready for duty.

She licked the tip, her pink tongue playing with the most sensitive parts and making him flinch before she sucked him slowly into her soft, loving mouth. Rick sighed happily, his legs spreading wider. Elaine tasted something different today, a new flavor she couldn’t quite place. It tickled the back of her mind, but she concentrated on her duty to relieve the pastor’s carnal urges in a safe, controlled setting.

She sucked him lovingly, her body acting on instinct as she took him deep in her mouth or rubbed his shaft along her pursed lips. He was able to last much longer than usual, which she felt was odd since they’d missed their session the day before. Elaine didn’t spend more than a moment worrying about it, the act of fellatio transporting her to a place of zen.

The door to the office suddenly swung open, banging hard against the wall, the blinds rattling loudly. Elaine and Rick turned to look immediately, their faces turning pale in surprise as Luke stared down at them. Once she’d seen Luke’s flushed face, her eyes darted down to his crotch and she could see his obvious bulge.

God, he was hard again, Elaine thought. Is there no keeping him down?

Without missing a beat, Elaine stood up and hiked up her flowery skirt. She pulled her panties down her supple thighs and leaned over the corner of the desk. She waved at Pastor Rick and he stood up, facing her.

“Well,” Elaine said, turning to look at her son impatiently, “get over here. I can see you need me again.”

Luke unzipped his jeans and pushed them over his hips along with his boxers. His girthy tool flopped out and he gave it a stroke as he looked down at his mother’s damp pussy. Elaine let out a ragged sigh as Luke dragged the flared head of his prick through her slick nether lips and then she pulled the pastor closer and resumed sucking his cock. Unable to do anything else, Luke sank his own cock into his mother and began to fuck her.

The two men locked eyes as their heads bobbed lightly in rhythm with Elaine’s movements. Luke had a flash of jealousy, but his rational mind kept him in check. It was clear that the lascivious pastor was the catalyst for all that had happened to him, directing his mother to act so wantonly. At last he gave a slight nod and he saw the good pastor breathe a little easier.

The soft slap of Elaine’s hefty hooters bouncing against each other mixed with the slurping noises coming from her mouth and her pussy. The heady scent of sex was strong in the office and her body was rolling from one peak of pleasure to the next. Her pussy grasped at her son’s rod, quivering as he hit all the sweet places that made her mind explode with joy. Even the feel of the pastor’s prick in her mouth was making her excitement soar to new heights.

The incredible scene sent everyone’s desire skyrocketing and they raced to their finish line.

“Oh fuck, yes, Elaine,” Pastor Rick gasped, holding her head with his cock buried deep in her throat, his nuts brushing against her chin. His cock reared back and then it was unloading her creamy prize.

Luke couldn’t hold off and he thrust into his mother, crushing his body into hers as his own climax overcame him. Jet after jet of molten man juice filled her pussyhole and she lovingly accepted all of it.

Before they could disengage from one another there came a noise from the outer reception area. They turned to see Marjorie Stine standing there, her pants undone and her hand inside her panties.

“I swear this place is busier than the No Tell Motel,” the horny mother said. “I guess if people see me going into church with my son, no one would ever guess what we were really up to.”

Luke laughed at her words and then gave his friend’s mom a broad smile. “Bet we could get attendance up real quick.”

“Lots of things get up real quick here, I’ve noticed,” she teased, looking down at his cock that was already coming back to life.

“Luke! It’s like you’re not even trying to be good!” Elaine scoffed.

“Don’t worry, Elaine,” Margie said. “I got this round.”

Luke smiled as the sexy little strumpet fell into his arms. He had to admit, he was thinking of coming to church a lot more often in the future.

End