Growing up as a Pastor's Son Pt. 03

After a well needed nap I slowly awoke on the couch holding my mother in my arms. We cuddled naked together. Her face nestled against my neck. The gentle breathes she exhaled tickled and my cock began to stir. I reached down to her sexy ass cheeks and massaged her ass working my fingers to her crack. She moaned and began to wiggle her butt upwards to meet my fingers. I slipped my hand down into her crack and pressed my middle finger deep inside her fuck hole.

“Oh, Master,” she sighed kissing my neck. “What a wonderful way to wake up.”

My mother reached down and grasped my semi-hard cock and jerked it until it stood hard pointing to the ceiling. She threw her right leg over my outstretched body, sat up, raised her body and aimed my thick cock at her pussy and impaled herself on my pole.

“Fuck, Mom. You’re a complete whore…” I said shoving hard into her tight pussy.

“I am anything you want me to be, Master,” she said and sped up grinding her cunt hard against my groin, her twat swallowing my cock completely up her luscious fuck tunnel like there was no tomorrow.

We fucked for several minutes until she started shaking.

“OOOOOOHHHhhhhh…. I cuuummmmmminnngggg… Fffufcckckccccckkkkk…. meeeeeYYYYYYyesssssssss…. Mmmmm… ssssooo ggooddddd…” she screamed. “You Motherfuckkerrrrr…. Mmmmm fuckingggggg hellll you fucking…. You Big cocked stud.”

I looked into her eyes as she stared down; she glowed and appeared angelic as she slowly humped me with her pussy in small circles. She moved up and down on my stiff cock. She did know how to use her pussy. She milked me.

“Fffffuccckkkkk Mmmooommmm, you fucking slut… OOOOhhhhh fuck cummminnnggggg…” I grunted and exploded deep inside my mother’s whore pussy.

We collapsed into each other’s arms catching our breath.

“Clean me up, Slut,” I commanded.

“Yes, Master,” Mom said with a huge smile. She dismounted my deflating cock, got off the couch onto the floor, knelt, and sucked me clean.

“You owe me a phone,” I told her.

“I am sorry, Master,” Mom said. “Take my Visa and buy the best one they have, my loving Master.”

“Mom…” I said.

“Are you okay, son…? I mean…” The expression on her face changed to a motherly concern.

“Mom, it’s just that fucking you is the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

“As good as fucking your sissy father’s ass?” she smiled.

“Well you must agree he does have an ass for fucking,” I said to her.

“You have the same bubble butt, son,” she replied.

“What are you implying, Slut,” I said and playfully slapped her wide ass.

“I am just saying that you have opened my eyes up to all sorts of sexual pleasure, and you should never turn down an opportunity to find the same joy out of sex,” my mother said.

“It’s a lot to consider, Slut.”

We sat up on the couch and kissed like teenage lovers for several moments.

“I need to bathe, Master,” Mom said and then added, “You should to, Master, you smell like you spent the weekend at a whorehouse.”

“Well, Slut it is your scent and I love it. And for now I think I will wear it with pride.” I got dressed without showering. I did go commando. It felt strange and arousing.

Mom struggled up the stairs to go soak in a warm bubble bath. My spunk dripping down her thighs from her asshole and pussy. She looked over her right shoulder halfway up the stairs and said, “I feel like I’ve been gangbanged by a company of soldiers.” She disappeared upstairs.

I took mom’s credit card to replace the phone she trashed in hopes of saving her pious reputation. I had claimed her as my slut like I had with my father earlier in the morning. At first the Queen Bitch refused me. After numerous orgasms she saw the light of sexual salvation and became my slut.

In a matter of an hour I had bought a new phone with an improved camera, storage space including cloud access, internet services, and more. The skinny little gray haired woman, about 70 years old, walked me through all the details of my new cell phone. And with a quick click and flick she had restored all my contact information.

“And to be sure you are completely satisfied with my services,” she said with a cute granny smile “I also saved my personal number in your contacts.”

“Really,” I said looking into her green eyes. “Is that a 24/7 of unlimited service… Miss…”

“Mrs. Wurtherington… Sara Wurtherington,” she replied holding my hand as she gave me my phone. Then she said, “Call or text me. And I love the aroma of your cologne. It brings back memories, Sweetie.”

I gently squeezed her hands in mine and smiled.

Arriving home I heard my mom moving about in the kitchen preparing dinner. She sang like a songbird.

I closed the front door.

She glanced around the corner, saw me, ran, and jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs about my waist. Her lips passionately fell onto my neck, face, ears, and lips. I was covered in kisses.

“Oh, Master, I am so happy you are home,” she said and kissed me again driving her tongue deep into my mouth.

“Where is that Queen Bitch I knew so well?” I joked.

“She was fucked to death and your mommy-slut was born, Master,” she laughed out loud throwing her head backwards. “I am yours now and forever, Master Ryan.”

I released her.

“What are you wearing, slut?” I said looking at her huge exposed grapefruit tits and hard nipples.

“Only my apron, Master,” Desiree said. She stepped back a few feet and spun around. “You like it?”

“I love it,”

“May I return to the kitchen and finish dinner, Master?”

“Yes of course,” I said and watched her turn and walk away. Her naked sexy wide ass bounced and wiggled. Fuck my cock grew hard.

“Dad, you may come home now,” I texted him.

“Yes, Master.”

I was in total shock that in one day, I owned both my submissive parents. The wonderful part of it was the mere fact that I truly believed they loved their new positions in our family. Of course my dad would remain to perform as the devout and moralistic pastor everyone new and saw connected to the church.

As for mom, she needed to remain the Queen Bitch in control of all church matters, the flock, and dad — with my permission.

I called Jerry.

“Hey Jerry, have you had dinner yet?” I asked.

“Not really, I had to do a few things for my dad,” he said. “I was gonna eat a quick sandwich and head over to your house.”

“If you come now, you can have dinner with us,” I said and quickly adjusted my semi-hard cock along my thick.

There was a pause, and then he asked, “Is your mom okay with that, Ryan?”

“It’s fine,” I said.

We spoke a few more minutes and hung up.

I walked up to my mom in the kitchen and hugged her from the back. I played with her tits pinching and squeezing her nipples. I felt her push her naked ass up again my groin and we dry-humped for about 5 minutes. My right hand slipped down to her pussy. She was soaked. I rubbed her swollen clit and finger fucked her juicy quim. I sucked on her neck and left a huge hickey.

“Are you marking your property, Master?”

“Yes.”

“Please fuck me, Master. I am so horny for your big stiff cock.”

I dug three fingers deep into her pussy and groped both her tits in a tag-relay, switching from one to the other in turn with my left hand. She went bat shit crazy twisting and grinding her wide ass hard against my body.

“We don’t have time,” I said curling my fingers deep inside my mother’s hot wet pussy, rubbing her g-spot.

“Why not, Master? OOOOhhhhh… Mmmmmm… Take me here and now… pleaseeee,” she pressed her bare ass into my covered cock.

“Dad is on his way home.”

She grabbed my hands pushing them hard against her body. “Fuck that sissy. I don’t care if he knows about us. Fuck him,” she moaned. “Fuck me”

“I plan to fuck him, but Jerry is on his way for dinner tonight,” I said.

“You know I hate that little prick, Ryan!” Desiree shouted.

I immediately bent her over the kitchen table and slapped her bare ass several times. “How dare you shout at me, Slut,” I said and spanked her again and again.

Mom cried out and begged me to stop spanking her.

“You will never raise your voice to me in anger again, Slut. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Master. Forgive me, Master,” mom wept. She dropped to my feet and began to kiss my ankles and legs. She begged forgiveness for her bitchy attitude.

“And you will always welcome any of my friends at any time, do you understand, Whore?”

“Yes, Master. I will obey you in all things, Master,” she replied.

“You are forgiven… this time.” I said. “But for your punishment you will suck Jerry’s dick in front of your husband.”

“Thank you, oh thank you, Master. You have made your slut happy.” She said. Then she asked, “Should I go put clothes on or stay this way for your guest, Master?” she lowered her head in a complete obedience.

I watched her squirm, pulled her up, slowly lifted her chin, and gently kissed her on the lips and said, “Yes, go change into to that thin cotton summer dress.” I then added, “No panties or bra, only thigh high stockings underneath your skirt.”

She gave me a wide smile, kissed me, and flew up the stairs in leaps. I heard singing again. She had a very beautiful voice.

A few minutes later, as mom changed upstairs, dad walked into the house. He glanced around and quickly approached me.

“Where’s your mom, son?”

“What did you say, Bitch?”

“Oh, sorry Master,” he said.

“Mom is upstairs changing and Jerry will join us for dinner.” I said. “I have a plan and expect each of my sluts to cooperate. Did you tell the old man I fucked you?”

“I didn’t have to, he suspected it right away, the old fucking goat,” my dad said with a grin. He was pissed at first that he didn’t get my ass cherry.”

“How is he doing?”

“Much better now that I told him how big your cock is and how good it felt inside me,” Dad said and then added “He wants you to fuck him.”

I pushed my father to his knees, “Take out my cock and suck it, Bitch.”

In less than it takes to spit he went wild pulling down my gym shorts and taking my hard cock into his wet mouth. He slurped away at my helmet and shaft not missing a single spot. He fondled my ball sack in the hands, rolling my nuts round like a pair of golf balls in his palms.