CHURCH OF BAAL

Feature Writer: Unknown
Feature Title: Church of Baal
Story Codes: Blasphemous, Satanic, Incest, Ritual Sex, Orgy, Bisex

CHURCH OF BAAL

CHAPTER ONE

Sam Thomson could hear the low mechanical hum of hospital equipment. He was trying to open his eyes. It took him a few minutes to get his bearings. He felt very tired. As Sam looked around the room, he realized that he was actually connected to a few machines and saw lines and numbers move up and down on their illuminated monitors. His left hand felt sore from the intravenous line and drips of medicine and some other fluids were entering his body directly into his veins.

He understood that he was in a hospital room. There was a crucifix on the wall and a television was hung from the ceiling. Next to the television he saw a clock, and the time was 8.50 am. He saw that the door to his room was partially closed and could see the blurred figures of few nurses walking by his door and observed the nurses’ station adjacent to his room.

Suddenly the door to his room was opened a nurse walked in. As she walked closer to his bed she noticed that Sam’s eyes were open.

“Well, it’s nice to see that you awake Sam. How are you feeling?” Nurse Vicky asked as she checked his blood pressure on the monitor. She was holding his hand and checking his response.

“I… I feel thirsty… where am I?” asked Sam in a very tired voice.

“Sam you are in a hospital, you came here two days ago. You were unconscious when you came in. You were infected with a virus called Meningitis. You’re a lucky kid. Now, I need to call your doctor and mother – she left the hospital about an hour ago.” Nurse Vicky said as she was entering some notes on his patient’s file.

As Nurse Vicky was walking out of the room, Sam was able to remember what had happened to him. He remembered that he had a small case of flu, and his mother taking him to the doctor. He also remembered that they had been planning his big thirteenth birthday, which is about a week from now. He wanted to invite ten of his friends for the birthday and have a pizza party.

Also he wanted to go to the movie theater on that day with his friends to watch a movie without any adult company… just him and his friends. He felt that being thirteen is a good age to go to movies unsupervised. His mother was happy to have his friends over and for them all to go to the movies, but not with out her being there, after all, Sam was her only child and she was a very protective of him.

His mother, Virginia Thomson, was thirty-six years old. She stood only 5′ 4″ tall and was about one hundred and thirty pounds. Her dark blond hair framed her oval face with regular features. His mother was a teacher at the Saint Mary’s school where Sam was a student. She was also very active in the Parish of Saint Mary’s, where Sam was an altar boy. Virginia did not have a boyfriend as she totally committed her life to Sam and her work.

In fact, Sam asked her why she was not dating any one as many of his friends were brought up by single parents; and he had heard from those friends that their parents sometimes go out for movies and dinners. He thought that his mother should also need to have the same opportunity. He was going to be thirteen soon and no longer needed to be baby-sat. Virginia was so happy to hear that her son was thinking of her well being. She told him that she loved him so much for thinking about her. She said that he was her priority in life.

Sam never saw his mother ever using make up or even letting her hair down her shoulder. She kept her hair always in a classic bun. She seemed to never care much for her own vanity. But nature was very kind to her. She had very fine features, for a thirty-six year old she appeared to be a lot younger than her age. She never wore any clothes that showed-off her alluring figure, but for anyone who pays attention to her could see that she was blessed with a beautiful body. Her face was oval shape with dark blue eyes and a nose that looked like it was chiseled out of one small piece of Italian marble.

Her lips were full, the lower lip was a bit thicker, and she had a habit of wetting it when she gets nervous. It was hard to measure the size and shape of her breasts as she always so discretely cover. But from certain angles one could see the side profile of those pairs of breasts, they were all most D-cup with no sign of sagging. She had a flat stomach and an hourglass waist. Nature was very kind to her, if she wanted to flaunt her body, she could have easily bedded any man she wanted. But she appeared to be a conservative, not quite bible crazy, but the religious model of a good mother.

They did not have a large group of friends, but there were a few fellow parish families they would visit spend time with. She made sure that Sam received the best academic education possible and she cared for Sam’s emotional development. Sam had no recollection of seeing his father. He was told that his father died some two months before he was born. He had seen a few photos of his father; they pictured a man a bit old than his mother. He looked like he had been a strong man with piercing eyes and good facial features.

“Here Sam.” Said Nurse Vicky as she came in to the room with a carton of juice with a small cup in her hand. “I have some orange juice here for you. I have spoken to your doctor. He will be here soon to see you. Your mother is on the way also. I can’t give you anything to eat until the doctor sees you, but please take these tables along with the juice.”

She gave him the tablets and a glass of water. Sam sat up on the bed and took the water and the tablets from her. He took a gulp of water and put the pills in his mouth. Once swallowed, he then reached for the juice. It tasted so good, but he was very hungry.

It was at that moment that his loving mother, Virginia, walked in to the room… she was almost running in. She dropped her handbag on the chair and hugged her son.

“Oh God, I am happy to see you up!” She took his face in her hands and looked at him as she was seeing him for the first time. “How are you feeling honey?”

Before he could open his mouth, Nurse Vicky jumped in.

“Ms. Thomson, Sam is actually doing very good. Dr. Roberts is on the way to see him. Sam is responding well to the medication. He has not eaten anything yet, so he could be a bit tired.”

“Thank you for everything that the hospital doing for us.” Sam’s mother responded as she let go of Sam’s face, so that he could finish the juice.

“We are here to help Ms. Thomson. I will check the nurses’ station to see if we have any sandwiches there. As it is 9.00 pm the meal service is over by now.” As Nurse Vicky was walking out, Dr. Roberts walked into Sam’s room.

“I am glad to see you sitting up and enjoying a drink young man,” said Dr. Roberts as he was walking in to the room. He approached Sam’s bed and checks his vital signs and took a look at the patient’s record file and noted something on it.

“Ms. Thomson, I am Dr. Roberts, I believe that we need to continue the medication for another twenty-four hours. However, we can certainly stop the IV fluids and Sam can start eating light meals. Dr. Roberts checked Sam’s medication. “Sam, how are you feeling?” Dr. Roberts asked.

“I am feeling tired Doctor,” Sam replied.

“That is very normal Sam. You will continue to feel that way for a week. Maybe even a bit more. But I am sure that you will make full recovery.” Dr. Roberts sounded very reassuring. “Do you have any questions for me Ms. Thomson?” He asked as he was writing some notes on Sam’s medical records.

“Thank you Doctor. I am so happy that Sam is recovering well. It’s Sam’s thirteenth birthday in a week from today… will he be able to celebrate it with his friends at home?” Asked Virginia.

“I don’t see why not Ms. Thompson, if Sam continues to improve as he is now, you could take him home after forty-eight hours,” replied Dr. Roberts as he washed his hands over the sink. “Nurse Vicky can arrange light meal for Sam, and Ms. Thomson if you wish to spend tonight here with Sam, we can could arrange a bed for you as well.”

“Oh thank you so much Doctor. I would love to spend the night here with him,” responded Virginia.

“You’re more than welcome Ms. Thomson. OK then, I will check on you later young man.”

Dr. Roberts walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. Nurse Vicky came back to the room with a roll away bed and a tray. Virginia went to the door to help Nurse Vicky to bring the bed in. She placed the tray on Sam’s bedside table.

“I have some chicken sandwiches here for both of you; and as you will be staying the night Ms. Thomson, I have a hospital robe here for you to get change into, if you wish to. Now where can I arrange your bed?”

“Don’t worry, I will arrange the bed myself. I am sure you are busy with many things.” Virginia moved the roll away bed to the corner of the room.

“Oh thank you Ms. Thomson, in that case I will let you guys settle in. I have another patient, a young man came in about one hour ago, and he was in an accident.” Nurse Vicky walked to the door and looked back and said. “Sam make sure that you eat that sandwich OK?’

“I will make sure of it,” said Virginia as Nurse Vicky was leaving room.

“Aren’t they so nice” said Sam’s mother as she was opening the sandwich for him to eat. She placed the sandwich on a plate and hand it over to him. He took it from her and started to eat it. She stood near by and looking at him lovingly.

“I am OK mom, don’t worry,” said Sam. “Why don’t you sit down or get that bed ready, I am sure you had rough day too.”

“Yes honey, it’s been rough. But, I was so worried and I didn’t know what to do or think.” Virginia’s eyes were watering, she wiped her tears and kissed Sam’s forehead.

“See mom, the nurse brought three sandwiches. Why don’t you have one?”

“Sure honey, I will.” Virginia took a sandwich and started to eat while sitting next to her son. As they were eating, Sam said “Mom I felt like I was in a dream the whole time.”“What do you mean honey?” Asked Virginia looking up to Sam’s face.

“I remember you and me making the plans for my birthday, but in my dream things were different… I see you as a… I don’t know as a nun in a church? I saw you with a group of people and you and them were prying or dancing or something like that.”

Sam looked at his mother.Virginia’s facial expression showed that she was puzzled as her son was saying the dream he had the previous nights.

“I saw you on an altar standing while other people kneeling around it,” Sam continues to say. “It was a dark, dimly lit place… I remember seeing people chanting, praying. You were like a priestess to them mom, why did I see that dream?”

“Well honey, don’t think too much about it, it must be the medication that you are taking causing you to see strange dreams.” Sam could sense a strange uneasiness in his mother’s voice. “Father Patrick will come tomorrow morning after mass to give you communion and all these dreams will stop.”

“I don’t know mom, when I saw the dream I felt like I was there with you, not in body… but in spirit. It was a strange feeling. I felt that you were different then… I could sense a strange energy around you and I felt that place was different from any church I have ever seen.”

“It’s nothing honey. You’ll be fine and the dreams will be over after receiving the communion tomorrow,” Virginia said as she got up from the chair and reached to take the tray from Sam’s hand.

“Mom will you be upset if I say something?” Sam asked.

“No honey, why would I be? Tell me what is in your mind,” asked Virginia.

“Mom, I don’t want to receive the communion and I don’t want to be an altar boy anymore… and I hate church!” Sam replied.

“Don’t say such things Sam…”

Before is mother could finish her sentence, Sam butted in “Mom, I don’t know why I saw those dreams, but I know that those dreams were about me and you and I felt that in my heart. I heard someone telling me to praise Baal, to praise Lucifer and to praise Lilith, while I was in this dream.”

“Sam those are the names of evil spirits, you should not have even heard of them!” Virginia seemed shocked and her tone was full of concern.

“Mom I know they are unholy names… evil names… but for some reason they feel connected to us and we both are some how part of that path. I don’t want to think of Jesus or church. I feel repulsed thinking about the Christian faith now!”

Sam was looking at the crucifix on the wall. He asked her to get the crucifix for him. She walked to the wall and picked it up with reverence and hand it over to Sam. She saw his facial expressions were changing, his eyes were shining, and lower lip was curling up a little. His hands were trembling. He looked down upon the crucifix for a minute then he spat on it. Virginia was shocked to see her son, the altar boy doing that sinful act.

“Praise Lucifer!” said Sam in a deep voice. She reached and grabbed the crucifix from Sam.

“Son why are you doing this?” asked Virginia.

“Our father wants me to know the truth. You must initiate me to the path I was born in,” said Sam. “I saw you as a high priestess of our father in my dream I saw you praising our Lord with your carnal acts with many men and women in my dream. I heard you worshiping Him while having those men and women engaging in depraved acts with you and I heard you screaming with lust and begging the Lord of Hell for to bless your womb with a demonic spirit. And I heard them calling you Jezebel in my dream. I saw streams of dark liquid flowing into your womb.” Sam looked at Virginia. She could feel his eyes reaching down to her soul.

She walked to the wall hung the crucifix back on the wall. She did not clean it before hanging it up. Her mind was racing, she was so puzzled why Sam saw that dreams vividly. She consciously forgot that part of her life. She did not want her past to cast a shadow over Sam’s life… that was why she moved from Europe to United States when she knew she was pregnant with Sam.

She walked close to her son. Took his hands. “Son, I don’t know why you saw your dream, let it go and do not think of them. You are different and you are blessed.”

“Is your real name Jezebel mom, were you a nun before I was born?”

Virginia was shocked to here her son’s direct and authoritative questions. They were not coming from her twelve-year-old son who was excited about celebrating his thirteenth birthday in about a week the son, who was excited about church, God and everything innocent. She felt they were coming from someone else.

“Son what I was before you were born doesn’t matter now.”

She did not want to go into details of her past. Before Virginia could finish Sam said “Mom I saw the special marks you have on your body in my dream, the spirits showed them to me.”

“What marks Sam?” asked Virginia, she was concerned.

“I don’t know how to say it mom… you know those marks,” Sam was hesitant to say more than that.

“Sam tell me what you saw, I need to know why you are having these dreams son, tell me what did you feel when you saw those marks.” Virginia’s tone was of love and caring that made Sam feel a bit better. He was not as shy as he was before.

“The mark you have under your left breast and the mark you have in your buttocks.” Sam tried not to look at his mother as he said this to his mother.

Virginia dropped Sam’s hand and she looked at him intensely. She knew that he had no way of seeing the mark she had under her left breast and the mark on the inside of her left butt cheek. Those marks were placed there during her elevation as the high priestess of the Church of Baal. She walked to the door and closed it and walked back to her son’s bed. She did not want anyone walking in while she was having this conversation with her son.

“Son I don’t know why you saw what you saw or who showed you that in your dream. Its wrong of us even to talk about such those wicked things.”

“If it’s wrong why did I see them mom? Why don’t I feel bad… shame… or guilt? I could hear the spirit hissing to do something when I was seeing those marks. The spirits were calling you Jezebel, they were telling me to kiss the anus of the High Priestess of Satan… the ‘Kiss of Shame’… that was the spirits telling me to do.” Sam continued unabated, “they were telling me that you were a wicked nun called Jezebel?”

Oh my God, Virginia could feel her ears were burning, her little son was describing the initiation act of the Church of Baal. Many men, women and children had in fact kissed her anus when she had been the High Priestess of Satan. It had been so many years back. And to her, it felt like it was in a different life. She detected from Sam’s voice that he was not in the slightly disturbed or troubled by what he saw in his dream… in fact quite the opposite.

“Sam my life before your birth and before my move here was very different and difficult to explain. I don’t know why these so-called spirits showed those marks in your dreams. I did have a life very different then and I didn’t want any of it influencing you. That is why I moved from Romania before you were born. I don’t think I can tell you about that part of my life. I am your mother now… and you are my son… and we should not invite those unholy entities into our lives by talking about them.”

“But mom, I need to know about it. I feel that it is not just part of just your life. It is part of my life as well!”

“I don’t know Sam?” Virginia looked at her son’s face.

The door was opened suddenly and Nurse Vicky came in to the room

“I see that you ate your sandwiches Sam. Good to see a healthy appetite. Ms. Thomson, my shift is ending soon. Sam has no more medication to take tonight. Dr. Roberts wants Sam’s urinary catheter removed. As Sam is taking fluids orally he should be encouraged to use bathroom.” She said as she was preparing a tray with clean gouges and antiseptic wipes.

“ OK, would you like me to go out of the room?” asked Virginia.

“No, not at all, my shift is ending at eleven, if Sam would like to use the restroom after I leave, please ring the bell and have one of the nurse to assist him.” She added.

“Certainly.” said Virginia and she walked to the corner of the room and started to arrange the roll away bed. Nurse Vicky asked Sam to lie down on the bed and lifted the sheet that was covering him.

“It might hurt a little Sam, but I promise to be gentle and quick.” Nurse Vicky held Sam’s flaccid penis in one hand and wiped the end of it with an antiseptic wipe. Virginia subconsciously glanced without realizing. She found herself starring at her son’s penis. Nurse Vicky pulled the tube out of his penis and she wiped his cock with a clean wipe.

“How are you feeling Sam, do you feel any pain?” Nurse Vicky asked.

“No, not much” said Sam.

“Good, as I said to your mother, if you feel as you need to urinate, ask one of the nurse to come and help you to the restroom. You may feel a bit of burning in your penis, it is very normal,” added Nurse Vicky.

Before she could cover Sam with the sheet, Virginia lifted her head and was blessed with a good view of her own son’s cock. She had not seen it since he was about four years old and noticed how much thicker it was to other boy’s his age. Sam’s cock was uncut. She knew she should not be looking, but she could not help herself. She saw Sam make eye contact with his her. She turned to face him immediately. But still, she did not want her son to see the perverted and incestuous eagerness in her eyes.

“Well I will see you tomorrow Sam,” said Nurse Vicky as she was removing her gloves.

“Thanks again Nurse,” said Virginia. “Good night,” said Sam as Nurse Vicky walked out of the room.

Virginia finished arranging the rollaway bed. She then took the overnight bag she brought with her. She opened it and took a small toiletry kit out. Then she picked up the hospital gown from the chair and said, ”Sam let me get changed; you know I love you son. I will tell you about my past. I owe that to you. I just hope that after hearing me you will continue to love me. Afterwards it may make sense why you saw those dreams.”

“Mom I love you, in fact after seeing those dreams, I feel I love you more,” assured young Sam.

“Oh honey!”

Virginia walked close to her son and while looking in to his eyes she leaned forward and kissed him on his nose. She then kissed him hard on his forehead. She felt a mix of emotions in her soul. Her mind was in conflict; her past was rushing back in. She tried not to remember it and she hoped that Jesus would help her and her son at this time of dilemma. She knew her past was nothing like what her parish friends knew. Whenever she was asked about Sam’s father and her family she used to say that she and Sam’s father were orphans and was at the same orphanage and married there. That mostly satisfied the curious ones.

“Let me get change” she said and walked to the bathroom.

She still felt the heat from her son’s forehead on her lips. Once inside the bathroom, she took her blouse and skirt off. She saw her reflection on the mirror. She took a deep breath. It puzzled her… it confused her… and in some strange way she felt a bit of relief as some weight was about to be lifted from her chest. She unhooked her bra and removed it. She looked at her breasts they were still as lovely as they had been as the High Priestess. Shivered as she cupped and squeezed her full, firm mammaries, her fingers pinching and tugging on the throbbing nipples until they were hard and erect. She saw small goose bumps around the aureola of her breasts.

She could not remember when was the last time she looked or felt her breasts with such strong sexual cravings. Now she felt that deep dark sensual lust. All those emotions were coming back to her, the vision of ecstasy that she had tried so hard to forget. What a feeling. She exhaled deeply. She bit her lower lip. She then lifted her left breast and felt the mark Sam said he saw in his dream. It was a small bite mark it was a bit thicker than the rest of her breast. If anyone looked at it, they might think it was a small birthmark. She ran her finger over the raised part. She clearly remembered the day that mark was placed there.

Sam’s cough brought her mind to present. She the tugged her fingers in to the waistline of her panties and pushed them down and got out of them. She stood naked in the cool bathroom for a second. She ran her hands down to her belly and wide hips and thrust her hip forward. Her huge, pear-shaped tits with their large, reddish-brown nipples hung and swung freely. Virginia began to breathe heavily, her sexy, full-lipped mouth open as she exhaled. She reached back to her plump-cheeked buttocks and felt them and squeezed them firmly.

“Oh, yes.” She quietly gasped.

She gripped the moons of her ass, kneading their yielding softness with her palms. She pulled her ass cheeks apart and reached in the crack and touched her anus with the middle finger of her left hand and then tracing it over the inside of her left butt cheek. She felt that mark with her finger. Her mind was again taking her to the past dark days of her life. She wanted to fight and bring her mind back to reality but she was unable to control it. She felt the dark urge, which lay dormant in her mind for over thirteen years. The feelings were awakening. Sam’s words were giving life to her feelings.

She brought her right hand to her flat stomach and traced it down to her lower abdomen and she felt the her haired snatch. She ran her fingers over the thick mat. She had not shaved her vagina since then. She kept it trim, but did not shave it bald after Sam was born. She felt the wetness between the outer lips of her pussy. Her pussy was wet, she knew it. She felt her clit coming out of its hood. She looked down at her own meaty, dark red labia, she traced her hand down there she felt the lips swelling up with wanton lust.

Watching her reflection, she began to fondle herself, her palms cupping and lifting her pear shaped tits and she bent to kiss them.

“Mom!” Sam’s call woke her up from that amazing feeling. Oh my God what am I doing? What is happening to me, she took the robe and put it on.

“Will be out in one second honey,” she said. Virginia then took her panties and bra along with the rest of her clothes and folded all of them neatly and kept it on the shelf, then she turned the tap on and collected a hand full of cold water and washed her face with it. Hoping that will wake her up and kill the dark feeling that started to take life in her soul after a long long time. She came out from the bathroom and walked up to Sam’s bed.

“Yes baby. I am here,” she told him.

“Mom I need to go to the bathroom.” He said. “Can you call a nurse for me?”

“Why sweet heart, I will help you to the bathroom,” she said.

“No mom that will be awkward…” Sam replied sheepishly.

“No honey I will help you. I’m your mother. I will take you to the bathroom.” Virginia helped pull Sam from his bed. As he got out she held him firmly by his shoulder. He had his hand around her waist. As he was balancing he almost fell on the floor. She helped him to stabilize himself. As he was doing that he accidentally held on to Virginia’s waistline and one of his hand grabbed one of her plum ass cheek. Embarrassed, he let go of it immediately… but by then, mother and son both knew what had happened.

“Don’t worry son, it’s all OK,” she said. Reassuring him that she was not upset that he felt her ass cheeks. She walked him to the bathroom.

“Honey, would you like to go in alone… I will wait out here for you?” She said as he was trying to walk himself in to the bathroom.

“Maybe you should call a nurse for help mom, I don’t think I can balance myself.”

“Here… here… let me help you, forget the nurse.” Virginia took his hands and walked in to the bathroom. She then lifted the toilet seat and walked back to the with her back to Sam. She wanted to give him the privacy. He lifted the hospital gown up to his waist and tried to aim his penis in to the toilet bowl, he almost lost his balance again. She heard him trying to grab on to the rail, she turned immediately and held him.

“Here honey, I will hold you.” She said. He still had the gown up to his waist with his cock out. She saw it and she did not know what to do. A part of her mind said no this is wrong… don’t even look at it. It is a sin to even think like this. But equally, a part of her soul told her to take it, to hold your son’s beautiful cock in her hands, caress it, you know you want to touch it. It was a sin, but a sin that the Father would be all too pleased… when his flock are doing these special sins to please him.

My God what is happening to me. Her mind was racing. With trembling hand she reached down and took his now half erect cock and aimed it on to the toilet bowl. She felt the heat form his cock shaft. My God it feels good. She looked at his face, he had a strange look on his face. She heard the stream of piss landing in the toilet bowl she held his cock for him. Jesus why am I feeling this way, she asked herself. She felt his cock hardening between her sinful fingers.

“Fuck Jesus!” She said out loud.

She was shocked to hear that herself, her inner thought was verbalized and before she could stop herself it came out of her mouth. Sam had never heard his mother saying a bad word before, now hearing his mother say ‘Fuck Jesus’ with a deep hissing voice it reminded him of the sound of the spirit during the dreams.

She knew it was late to say anything. Her soul and heart were telling her to tell him the truth, the true nature of her past. She knew she could no longer turn back now. The strange feelings, the dark passion the wanton lust was filling her again. She felt that in the pit of her stomach and she felt euphoric. She felt his delicious cock twitching in her hand. She looked at him right into his eyes. They may eye contact. Both of them knew this is a turning point in their life. She looked down again upon his cock.

He had finished urinating. A drop of golden urine hung on the tip of his cock head. His cock was beautiful. She moved her hands to reach the tip of his cock and smeared the urine on the thick shaft of his cock. And she reached down to his ball sack and felt the heat from it. His cock was about six inches long uncut and about two inches thick. She kissed his ear. He felt the tip of her tongue in her ear as she whispered.

“Don’t be shy you saw mommy’s ass in your dream. The same spirits are telling me now to tell you about my past. Our past.” She felt him trembling under her touch.

“Mom I am finished.” He said to her.

“Let me help you back to bed.”

She then let go of his cock, took a sheet of toilet paper and wiped his cock head dropped it in the bowl and flushed it.

“Hold me tight,” she told him and held him close to her. She then took his left hand placed it around her waist and guided the palm of his hand to her butt cheek. “Hold me there,” she told him with a new wickedness in her smile.

As they were walking out of the toilet, she stopped next to the crucifix. She looked at it closely. It had Sam’s saliva still partially dried on. She looked at Sam and then turned her head again towards the crucifix, spitting on it with vigor.“Fuck Jesus! I am the High Priestess of Satan! I tried to forget my past and tried to change my path. But I am the true daughter of the goddess Lilith. I can’t change. Fuck God the Father. Fuck Christ the Son. And fuck the Holy Spirit,” she hissed.

CHAPTER TWO

His mother, Virginia, awakened Sam. She stood patiently over his bed. Now, in the morning light, he felt a lot better.

“Sam, I need to go home this morning, drop off some exams back at the school and prepare the house for your home coming.” She said.

“Oh mom, do you have to go?” He sounded disappointed.

“Yes sweet heart, I do. Remember Father Patrick will come around ten o’clock – let him do the prayer and only receive communion at the end.”

“Mom I am going to miss you.”

“I know honey I am going to miss you too… I have a gift for you.”

She then made sure the door was sill closed, and then reached into her bag. She pulled out the panties that she wore the previous day. She then used them to wipe her cunt and asshole. She then dropped that on his face.

“Inhale my scent sweet heart, it is the incense of our Gods. Praise them.”

Sam took the panties from his face and looked at it. He then pressed it on his nose and took a deep breath. He loved the smell of her fluids. It was heavenly. He then lifted it and turned it inside out and looking directly at her he started to suck on the crotch of her panties. At last, he tasted her. She felt a strange tingle between her legs, ‘oh lord Satan you did bless me with a demon spirit’. As he was enjoying her taste, they heard someone coming into the room. He took the undergarment from his mouth and pushed it under the pillow.

A duty nurse was coming in to the room to check up on him. As she was reading the patient chart, Virginia said goodbye to him. As she walked out he kept his eyes on her ass, she was swaying it suggestively. Once she was at the door, and out of sight of the nurse, she lifted her skirt for a second and gave him a view of her naked bottom and then closed the door behind her.

Sam smiled.

Whilst waiting for the parish priest, Sam had his breakfast. Doctor Roberts checked up on him and was very happy with his progress. He reduced some medications.

Promptly at ten o’clock Father Patrick arrived. Father Patrick was an elderly parish priest… a very devout and religious man. He was happy that Sam was recovering well. He missed Sam in church as he considered the boy to be the best altar server. Just as Father Patrick was finishing up the prayer, Sam’s mother, Virginia, walked back into the room. Sam noticed something different about her. She had used some make up to enhance her looks and he noticed the difference immediately. Her auburn hair was down to her shoulder and she wore a long coat that reached until her mid-calf. She joined the parish priest and her son in prayer.

Once it was complete Father Patrick opened his small briefcase and took the host and small container of wine. These were consecrated and as per the faith it was the blood and body of Christ. He then gave one host to Sam he put that in his mouth and Father Patrick handed the container of wine to him. Sam took a sip and closed his mouth and eyes pretending to pray. Father Patrick then moved to Virginia, she was keeling and kept her mouth open, she acted so piously not to touch the body of Christ with her hand so Father Patrick dropped the host gently into Virginia’s mouth and then handed her the container of wine. She took a sip and as her son did. She closed her eyes dropped her head pretend to pray. Father Patrick thought of this family’s reverence and was glad to see such pious people. He blessed them silently with the sign of cross and left the room.

Once Father Patrick was gone, Virginia stood up opened her bag and took a plastic container out and spat the wine and host from her mouth into it. She then held it under her son’s face he also spat the contents from his mouth into it.

“Fuck Jesus.” She said.

“Praise our whore mother… Lilith!” Sam followed. “Mom you look so amazing!”

“Thank you my Satanic brother” Virginia cooed. She then removed her overcoat

Virginia was dressed nothing like Sam had seen her before in his life. She had on a black silk French cut T-shirt that fit like a glove. The back of the shirt was completely lace see-through and the front was solid silk material. It molded to her perky breasts and her nipples were very evident. Her skirt was a very short silk wrap-around and she was wearing black patterned hose, the kind that stay up by themselves and black high heel pumps. Over this all she wore a silk scarf.

She loved how silk felt against her naked skin. She stroked her wonderful breasts, feeling the nipples become erect and stick out even ore through her silky material. She sat down on the chair and kicked her shoes off and put her feet on Sam’s bed. Sam could see her crotch as it was barely covered by her little g-string panties.

“Mommy had to do some quick shopping for you honey.“ She said as her son eyed her. “I hate this g-string its too pushing into my cunt!”

With that she stood up, reached under her skirt and removed those next-to-nothing panties. She then handed them to Sam to inspect. She then took the bible from the nightstand and placed it on the chair. She then pulled her skirt up to her waist and resumed her position on the chair her naked bottom on the bible, only now her legs were spread wider. Her pussy was completely shaved, it was swollen and Sam could see that cunt in all its glory. It was so beautiful and wicked.

He saw she kept some hair on her pussy mound and as he focused on it he understood it was meticulously trimmed in the shape of an inverted cross. Her fingers began again to stroke her sex, parting the lip. Sam could see that his mother was getting very wet as her pussy was making sloppy sound. Virginia worked on her clit closing her eyes, her hips began to rise and fall with the rhythm of sex. Virginia’s eyes opened she looked at her son he could see that she was sexed up. She slipped her index finger into her pussy and stroked in and out a couple times, then took it out, sat up and dipped it in to the container that held the host and wine.

“Damn Yahweh and all of his hosts!” She proclaimed.

THE END