Meeting the Birth Mother Part V by JackDRipper

Meeting the Birth Mother Part V by JackDRipper ,

The final part includes some supernatural elements.

Minor spoiler and teaser: I included a version of the cave spirit from this story in a long, novel-length horror/fantasy/erotica series called “Clementina” I will eventually post.

Nothing made sense.

My mother had painted my aunt and grandmother as sexually repressed religious nuts. I was going to try to seduce them, but they had beat me to it.

Something crazy was going on.

I was kept locked in the room until dusk the next evening. My grandmother brought me a light dinner then ordered me to shower and handed me a purple robe like you would wear in a church choir and told me to put it on – nothing underneath.

I was brought downstairs, where my aunt was guarding my sisters and mother, also wearing purple robes. The four of us embraced for a moment.

My grandmother spoke. “Two weeks ago, I found a cave on the far corner of the farm. Inside there was a large chamber where I heard whispering voices. She heard them too,” she added, pointing to my aunt.

“Whispering voices…” my mother said. “Fabulous.”

“We brought our pastor, he heard them too. The voices said ‘I need a body’, ‘It is time to for me to come’, and things like that. We prayed about it and realized that we were witnessing the second coming of our Lord. All he needs is a vessel. A body, a child to be conceived by Him.”

“So what does that have to do with us?” I asked. “Why the guns? Why the threesome last night? It still doesn’t make sense.”

“Your seed in your mother, in the cave, will be the vessel.”

My mother laughed. “Your kidding, right? First off, even if we did this, it’s not my time of the month. I’m not fertile right now so he can dump a gallon of jizz inside me and it’s not going to make a difference.”

“The Lord shall make it so!” my grandmother intoned.

“Next,” my mother continued. “the second coming of the Lord, if you believe in that sort of thing, is not going to happen in some podunk cave in the corner of your farm. And finally, even if I conceive, I’m not giving you my child. You took three kids away from me. You tried to prevent me from meeting them again, from them knowing they were my children. You treat me like shit. Well, my kids are back, and you will never do that to me again.”

My grandmother pointed the gun at my mother. “You’ll do what I tell you, slut. You’ve always been a slut, and you will always be one.”

I spoke up. “You weren’t exactly virginal up in my room last night. You sucked a pretty mean cock there, granny. And that was some wild girl-on-girl action.”

“That was necessary. We had to be sure you were . . . um . . . fully functional.”

“I was fully functional all over your tits. Anytime you want a replay, just let me know.”

“You two spend too much time locked up in this house,” my mother added. “You’re repressed bisexuals in an incestuous lesbian relationship coming up with excuses to justify your inability to live up to your own morals. That’s why Andre turned out the way he did.”

“Enough of this!” my grandmother said. “The pastor and the congregation are in the cave now. You will come with us, you will conceive the child who will be the second coming.”

“So what are we here for?” Cora asked, indicating herself and Sheena.

“You are acolytes, your will help prepare the seed.”

“Whatever.”

I shook my head. “So you want us to go down there and have sex in front of your congregation. Then we get to go home and you will leave us be for nine months, right?”

“Basically, yes.”

“Whatever. Fucking in front of an audience sounds hot.”

“Yeah, baby,” Cora said.

We were led by torchlight along a path through the fields and into a copse of trees. The entry to a cave was in the center.

The opening was narrow but once inside widened to a chamber almost fifty feet across and just about as high. A ramp led down to the floor of the chamber, where a large dais had been erected with a huge altar. A large crowd stood around the dais wearing black robes. Next to the altar stood two steps leading to a rock formation. If I were prone to fits of imagination, I could imagine that formation resembled a throne.

Suddenly I had a bad feeling about this.

To one side, a choir sang a hymn to the accompaniment of a small keyboard. Cora managed to adjust her robes so that they were hanging behind her like a cape. She strutted down the ramp otherwise nude as if she were in a wet T-shirt contest at the beach, waving her arms in the air and shaking her tits.

Sunday School teacher. Yah.

We were escorted to the dais. My mother was told to lay down on a padded table in front, and I was positioned next to her with my sisters on either side. My pastor said a few words to the waiting audience, who gave some canned group replies, then he turned to us.

“Prepare the carrier,” he said. We all looked at him blankly, until my grandmother added, “Get him hard.”

I think they expected we would do something subtle under our robes. That just wasn’t our style, and all four of us got nude. Sheena and I kissed passionately. Cora leaped up on to the altar. I had never seen a woman do a stripper dance to church music until that moment. The pastor ordered her to get down but she ignored him. Most of the congregation looked aghast, but there were at least a few smiling faces, and a couple of folks were boogeying along and enjoying the spectacle.

My mother leaned forward and she, Sheena, and I had a three-way kiss, then Cora grabbed Sheena’s arm and dragged her up onto the altar with her, leaving our mother and I to kiss and fondle on our own.

Sheena wasn’t as familiar with stripper dancing as Cora, but she followed her older sister’s lead. Cora slid down onto her back and spread her legs towards the audience. Sheena did the same. Cora spread her lips. Sheena followed suit. Cora rolled over and kissed Sheena, and a moment later the two were in a graphic 69 on the altar. Cora’s lips were locked on Sheena’s clit she had most of her right hand in Sheena’s cunt. Meanwhile, Sheena was using at least four fingers to gape Cora’s asshole as she rimmed her and licked the pink flesh inside. They were definitely enjoying the attention. The pastor had his head in his hands.

My mother and I had been kissing. My mother pulled up one of her breasts and licked it, sucking on her long brown nipples and licking her wide aureole. She pulled my head into her cleavage. I worked her other breast over with my mouth, sucking and licking every inch of the pebbled nipples and big, soft, bountiful mom-tit. My cock was becoming rock hard and I slid it up and down against our mother’s soft stomach, my balls bumped against her clit and landing strip.

The congregation was breaking up into two camps. One camp had retreated backwards and were huddled against the back of the chamber, aghast. A much smaller contingent, made up mostly of younger folks, had approached the dais and were watching intently, egging us on. Some had tossed their robes and were nude themselves, stroking their cock or rubbing their pussy. One couple had paired off and were fucking frantically.

The pastor suddenly raised a hand into the air, then pointed at our mother and I.

“He approaches! Penetrate her!” he called.

Cora disengaged from Sheena and stood up, chanting “Pen-e-tra-TION! Pen-e-tra-TION! Pen-e-tra-TION!” over and over. The crowd around the dais picked it up until the room rocked with the four-syllable beat.

My mother whispered. “He doesn’t have to ask twice, does he?” She reached down and spread her glistening labia. Her soft pink pussy flesh waited inside, a thick streamer of grool slipping out and tricking across her slightly-open asshole. I gave my cock a final stroke. The frenzy of the small crowd next to us was amazing. I slowly slipped inside of her, making her feel every inch of my purple, pulsating meat. She leaned back as I slowly began to fuck her. Sheena straddled our mother and spread her lips. My mother licked her and Sheena rolled her head back.

I stroked in time with the “penetration” chant. Out-in-out-IN with an extra hard shove on “-TION!” that elicited moans from my mother.

The crowd made me hornier than I thought it was ever possible to be. My mother’s juices rolled down my legs as I fucked her. She licked my twin sister frantically and slipped two fingers up her ass. Cora was on all fours with several fingers spreading her slit open, showing pink to the crowd.

We four were the hottest thing ever. Even some of the initially reticent crowd started to join the party next to the dais. I saw more than one robe – both girls and boys – with wet spots on the front.

The pastor held up his hand again, then pointed at my mother and I. “He is here! Fertilize her!”

I pumped harder and faster. My mother arched her back. I shot my seed into my mother’s unprotected cunt in a resounding orgasm, coating her cervix. In my moment of glory, I leaned my head back and looked up to the ceiling of the chamber.

Then I saw it. “He” arrived.

A bluish-black cloud coalesced near the roof of the chamber. It floated down until it hovered over the stone “throne” at the front of the chamber. Slowly it formed itself into . . . something…

“He” was actually a “she”. She stood seven feet tall, had deep blue skin, glowing coal-red eyes, and shining white hair. She had two dainty horns sprouting from her forehead, and large breasts swelled on her chest. Her wide nipples were beige. She took a seat on the throne.

The organ music and chanting had stopped and everyone had turned to stare at this monstrosity that had emerged into their midst. Everyone seemed to be surprised, frozen in place, except my grandmother, who raced up to the base of the throne and fell to her knees.

“We have prepared a new vessel,” she said, pointing to me and my mother. “Penetrate her and take her seed.”

The thing had a sweet voice that echoed through the chamber. “What?” she said, a puzzled look playing across her face. She glanced down between her legs. “Do I look like I have the hardware to penetrate anything? And what vessel? What the fuck are you talking about?”