BIBLE MOM

Feature Writer: UR Null

Feature Title: Bible Mom

Published: ASSTR

Story Codes: Religious Themes

Bible Mom

I’m going to talk about my mother and her religion in a way that may appear a little dark, depressing and uncomfortable. I think she was a lousy parent but I know I wouldn’t be me if it wasn’t for her and her mistakes. My mom came from a military family. She was the second youngest and terribly jealous of her younger sister. I think that’s why she got married at eighteen to Vietnam vet and had me by the time she was nineteen. Sadly, the marriage was over by the time I was four. I have almost no memories of my father but the stories my grandparents told me about him were not good. He was into drugs, and some days he would get out of his mind and beat up my mom. My mom always referred to him as ‘that bum’ and me as her ‘big mistake’.

She was very religious and used to have a cross, thick and made of wood, over her bed. When my mother took God into her life, she expected me to go along for more than just the ride. I went to church two to three times on Sunday and on Wednesday nights. I had heard about sin but didn’t think too much about it- sin was the kinds of things that criminals did not everyday folks and certainly not little kids and teenagers. My mom’s guiding principals to bring me up were to create the glory of God in my life and to communicate God’s word to me.

After the death of her parents she became stricter. My days began with morning prayers before breakfast, saying grace at the breakfast table, and reading a Bible chapter each day while my mom got dressed to take me to the all-boy Christian school. She went to work each weekday at some office where she was a clerk. There were prayers when she came home from work, before dinner, and of course before I went to bed. So far as I know, she had no friends, and our neighbors had long since given up on trying to be sociable.

To a certain extent I was allowed to play with boys my own age in the neighborhood. They accepted me as I was, writing my eccentricities off on my crazy mother. Not one of them ever stepped in my house, not even Ronny, who was my best friend and lived a few houses away. As we grew up together, I did have dinner at Ronny’s more than a few times, but my mother never let me sleep over.

As I turned 18, Ronny started to share his father’s stash of Playboy magazines with me. So, at night, before I went to sleep, I masturbated while thinking of what I would do if one of those naked ladies ever showed up in my life. I’d cum into my hand and rinse in the bathroom sink to avoid any indication of what I did for my mom to discover. I was afraid even to dry my hands on the towel for fear that Mom would notice something and castrate me.

One day Ronny gave me a book that had only incest stories in it. Most of them were in the category of Mom/Son. I don’t know why but I liked those stories. After reading a particular sex story I decided to masturbate. I went to the bathroom and took my monster out. Ronny’s mom, Ashley Morgan, was a hottie so I tried to imagine about her while masturbating. To my surprise, her face was soon replaced by the face of my mother. I had the feeling that the story I was reading was actually about me and my mother. I tried to remove her face from my mind but failed to do so. Perhaps an incest virus has gone inside my mind. To put my nasty thought to rest I decided to see my mom in real. That might help me to kill my dirty thoughts.

I slowly went down to my mom’s room. Her bedroom door was closed so I peeped in through the key hole. She was on her bed and was reading something. I looked at her critically for the first time. She had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was 37 and could have been pretty if she made an effort, but not only had I never seen her smile, she always looked like she had been sucking a lemon.

She was wearing gown that was a little short on her legs. Without the stockings her legs were looking super white and smooth. Suddenly, she laid aside her book and got out of bed. She walked over to her dresser, reached down and pulled her nightgown off over her head. Under it she was wearing only some thong panties. She neatly draped the nightgown over the back of her chair and then rushed; covering her wobbling breasts with her arms, back to the safety of the bed. Then the light went out. That was too much for a horny teenager like me. I again went to my bathroom. This time I thought how my mom was looking without cloths. Soon my hot cum was spurting in to the closet.

One Saturday I went off to play basketball. After the game I walked back home. Mom ignored my entrance like she usually did, but this time she did so more intently, not even turning her head when I opened the door. I still said “Hi, Mom,” to be polite, and went up to my room to lie down for a nap. On my bed were my now tattered Playboy magazines given to me by Ronny. How mom found them I had no idea but soon I heard her footsteps outside my room. She flung the door open and literally reared up at me.

“You are nothing but a godless spawn filled with that disgusting man juice that leads us all down the road to perdition,” she said forcefully. She smiled nastily, then said, “So these are your sick little sex books, huh? You need them to cast your sperm wantonly? Is that it?”

Feeling embarrassed I said, “I am sorry.”

Mom: “How often you commit this sin?”

Me: “Once or twice a day only.”

Mom: “Only! About whom you think when you do this disgusting thing?”

Me: “Ashley Norton.”

Mom: “Who is she?”

Me: “Ronny’s Mom.”

Mom: “I had no idea that bitch is tempting you to do nasty things.”

Me: “She never asked me to do anything.”

Mom: “Did you see the harlot in her bra?” Mom asked.

Me: “Uh, Mom, she never did or said anything to tempt except just to be there. I guess my mind did the rest.”

Mom: “Don’t you know that Masturbation is a most grievous sin?”

Me: “Yes, I know.”

Mom: “I want you to beg the Lord for forgiveness.”

As soon as I managed to say my repentance, Mom grabbed the books in one hand and dragged me downstairs to the living room fireplace. Despite it being the height of summer and quite warm, she stuffed the fireplace with old newspaper, set the books on top, and lit it up. Watching the books erupt in flames was like watching an old friend burning at the stake, which maybe was my mother’s intention from the start.

My mother watched the flames and chanted, “Fire purifies, fire purifies.” When it was all just smoldering ash, she again turned her attention to me. “And you, you little piece of filth, you can just get out of my sight and go to your room. And leave your door open so I can be sure you’re not doing nasty and disgusting things behind my back. You’re no better than your father, may he burn in hellfire for eternity.”

I lay on my bed, my thoughts crowded by Mom’s last remark about my father. I didn’t know anything about him, of course, other than that he left me to grow up with Mom. I couldn’t blame him for not hanging around, but I couldn’t help wondering just what it was that he had or did that made Mom spread her legs for him. I just couldn’t imagine her having sex. But when I imagined I felt myself growing hard. I turned on my belly to hide it, which was good thing because right then Mom started patrolling past my room in attempt to catch me out.

Next day I went down to eat I saw that Mom had on a robe. When she bent down to give me some bacon, I could have sworn I seen her breast, she was naked. We ate and then dressed for church. I was to church many times but that day it was different. I seen Mom in the dress, she had worn several times but this time I noticed her curves, the way her ass looked. My cock began to get hard, I tried to think of something else, I ran to the bathroom I jacked off quick as I could, I began to think this is going to be more of a problem.

Sitting in church, just looking at all those women, all those long silky legs, wondering if the wore panties or not. As usual, the Mass progressed in what I thought was a tortuously slow pace. And again as usual, I occupied my wandering mind by studying the statue of Mary. It was a short, full-hipped woman in a simple white flowing robe with a blue shawl draped about her head and shoulders. My eyes got fixed themselves on Mary’s girl-like oval face. The sculptor had fashioned for her a pair of enchantingly dark, gentle eyes. Her expression was tender, knowing, forgiving. I could not match my mother’s face with hers, nor anyone else. I wondered what it might be like to have such a mother. My eyes moved down to Mary’s bosom, and I thought would she offer a nipple to me for sucking?

I really wanted to be a good Christian, but my mind kept wandering towards blasphemous thoughts. Once again my cock began to raise, oh the pressure it was hurting I went to the bathroom sat in a stall, there I stroked my cock by thinking of my own Mom, having her bend over watching that dress stretch across her ass.

I kept on wondering how in the world my father ever got my mom pregnant. Had he done it just once with her and hit the target, or had they screwed each other repeatedly? Was she a religious nut then, too? And why on earth had she chosen to carry me to term instead of just having an abortion? Finally, I started to jerk off in the bathroom while thinking of Mom not as she actually was, but as she might have been. I let out a groan as I came, so much cum I clean up went back to my seat.

Ass far ass life at home was concerned Mom was keeping a masturbation patrol over me. The door to my room was always open, and many times, even when I was trying to go to sleep, she’d stand in my doorway as if she was waiting for me to start stroking myself. And she left her door open a crack, too, and often I would see her peering from her room into mine. There was no subtlety in it, just her way of letting me know she was always on patrol. Routinely she’d come into my room and rifle through my drawers and search my closet to see if I had another stash. I doubt she expected to find anything, but her message, if not loud, was very clear. I was under her microscope.

Having my door open had an unexpected benefit–while she could see into my room, I could also see into hers. Through the narrow slot of her slightly open door I saw that each night she lit a few candles on her dresser, fell to her knees, and prayed. I peered with one eye only partly open. It was all very interesting, but none of it provided any insight until one night I got just a flash of her skin as she went into her bathroom to shower. This quick flash of a view happened a couple of times a week and turned me on immensely. While she showered, I’d stroke myself just wondering how she will look completely nude. Always, though, when she came back out of her bathroom, she wore a robe, shortly after which her light would go out. She didn’t always go right to bed because sometimes I’d see her, backlit by moonlight through her window, peering through her cracked door. Once I was sure she was in bed, I’d allow myself to cum on the floor. It was no mean feat to ejaculate onto my floor while lying on my side with mental images of my mother naked. I didn’t dare let one drop land on my sheet. In the morning, when I got up, I’d rub my bare foot on the dried cum stain on the carpet, pretty much hiding any evidence.

Finally, one night Mom’s door was open more than usual, not by much, but enough so when she went to her bathroom I could see more of her for just a moment longer. I saw her in profile as she paused by her dresser to blow out the candles, and I was stunned at her lithe figure and the upturn of her left breast. I had been right–her bra simply flattened her out. I was surprised to see that her hair was shoulder-length. I don’t think I had ever seen it not tied into a bun. And then she was out of sight and I heard the water flow in her shower.

I noticed that there was a gap between the floor and the bathroom door. And I could clearly make out the light coming from the bathroom. I could hear the sound of water falling inside and also sounds of my mom bathing. My heart started beating very fast. I was unsure what I was doing, but I got down on my knees. It was as if a magnet was pulling me towards it.

I was feeling very excited by realizing that I was going to see my mom having her bath. The very thought sent a shiver through my body. Slowly I got down on my knees and then bent down so that my face was resting on the floor. I could clearly see inside the bathroom.

To my bad luck she was facing the door. This disturbed me so much that I banged my hand on the door. Mom not only heard the sound but also saw me peeking under the door.

“Who is there? Is that you? Answer me.”

I was shocked; I did not know what to do. I quickly got up and moved back from the door towards my room.

Only after a couple of minutes mom was in my room, wrapped tightly in her bulky robe, staring at me like a hawk.

“You are a pig! You’ve been a mistake from the beginning and now you’ve made it worse. Didn’t you think I’d catch you looking at your own mother?”

Mom was on a furious rant and berated me for a multitude of sins. This time, though, she had me dead to rights.

“Mom, don’t be mad, please. I just couldn’t help it and …”

“You couldn’t help spying on your own mother? You dick licker, you shit lover, you are beyond disgusting. So you have incestuous and unholy thoughts about me, do you? You make me want to vomit, you piece of filthy shit.”

I had never, but never ever, heard Mom swear, not even a damn. She was livid. What made the whole thing worse is that I remained rock hard the whole time.

“Go into your bathroom and take care of, of, of that,” she sputtered, “Tomorrow I’m going to see Pastor Orson about this. Maybe he’ll know what to do with a swine like you.”

Orson was the pastor at our evangelical church, a real hellfire and brimstone guy who spent more time on how bad sinning was than he ever did on the notion of forgiveness. He was a fat piece of shit that was known as gay. He was a convict who the congregation believed had been cured through prayer. Anyone who mentioned this fact to his followers was labeled as devil’s disciple who wants to stop Pastor Orson work for Jesus.

I knew him only from his presence before his church’s altar when he preached. I was always glad that I had to endure him for only an hour once a week, but now he was going to learn that I not only had lustful thoughts about my mother but that I masturbated because of it. Oh, man, I was not a happy boy. Things lightened up a little when I went to the bathroom to obey my mom’s command to take care of ‘that’, which I did, all the while imagining opening mom’s robe and seeing her entirely naked. In for a penny, I guess.

Mom took the day off from work when she made an afternoon appointment with Pastor Orson. When I got home from school, she again ignored me and somehow overlooked making me say my afternoon prayers. I went straight to my room and started my homework. I did have to say grace before dinner, which we ate in a stony silence. After I finished washing the dishes, I said I had finished my homework and wanted to watch the TV, something I rarely did because Mom would monitor closely whatever shows I wanted to watch. She didn’t say anything, just went upstairs after looking at me as though I were some sort of leper. I plopped on the sofa and watched the news.

About an hour later Mom called down.

“I want you to come up here immediately. This thing is not over and Pastor Orson in all his goodness and mercy has told me what to do.”

I switched off the TV and wondered just what was in store as I went up the stairs. I had a sudden image of Ashley’s bra burning at the stake and wondered if I was next. Once in the hallway, I saw a small flickering light from her room. As I approached, Mom told me to go into my room and sit on my bed facing her room. That’s when I saw the flickering light was from a whole bunch of candles, not her usual three for prayer. Mom had moved her bed so she could sit on it and face me through the two doorways.

She looked very different. The candles cast shadows on her eyelids and gave her cheeks a rosy hue. She wore a robe–not her usual frumpy one, but something loose and flowing like a choir or judge’s robe. As usual the only parts of her I could see were her hands and face.

“I have been praying for you,” she said, “Not just now, but all your life because you are the repository of all the sins of your father now visited upon you. All you think about is lust, what’s between your legs.”

She stared straight ahead as she spoke, but not directly at me.

“Pastor Orson agrees with me that your little sex toys were a very corrupting influence, but he said it was to be expected in a boy your age. We prayed for heavenly guidance and we heard the spirit tell us to help you in whatever way we could, that helping is a true Christian virtue. Pastor Orson told me that the Bible teaches us that one should never try to withstand sexual temptation because of its undeniable power over one’s mind. The Bible is silent about masturbation as a means of releasing sexual tension. Therefore, the law of logic will be applied. It should be treated as any other potentially habit-forming activity which can eventually disrupt a normal life. I wish he had given me more guidance, but he did not. He said that it was up to me, that I should drink from the well of my experience to help you through what he said must be a very difficult time for you.”

She still stared straight ahead, definitely not focused on me but just on the great ‘out there.’ Mom spoke as though she were reciting practiced lines, like it was a scene she had to go through before the play moved on.

“Remove your clothes now. I want you to sit there as naked as when you were born.”

Silently I did so, and sat again on my bed with my knees pressed together in a vain bid for modesty. But she had gotten a glance at my cock and whispered …

“So like your father.”

“I can’t allow you to look at naked women just to pleasure yourself. I accept that you think with your genitals like every other man, but I cannot allow those sex toys in my home.”

All her talk about sex toys, plus the effect of the candlelight on her appearance was starting to get me hard. I tried to inconspicuously wedge my cock between my thighs.

Mom stared at me now, then went to her knees in front of the dresser and prayed aloud for help from above, asking for a sign that she was doing her god’s work. At that moment my cock became so hard that it sprang free and to attention. I tried to push it down between my thighs again.

Mom said, “Do not touch you. Let it rise as the demon it is and show itself.”

She sat on her bed again as though she’d had her required sign. And I sat facing her with a huge erection, dying to get my hand on it to get some relief.

“Just like your father. Dress like a slut and a harlot and men’s minds fall apart. Boys like you grow up to be pure pigs, plain and simple. Look at you now, “she said, pointing at my engorged cock, “You’re all stiff and swollen because you’re looking at your mother!”

Well, that was a first. She was absolutely right.

“If you must spill your seed, spill it in front of me. So long as I know about it and we control it, it isn’t as much of a sin as if you dream of harlots.”

With that Mom let the robe slip off one shoulder, and I saw her bra strap. It wasn’t white like her under armor; it was black. Then she let the robe fall a little further so that her right breast, closest to the candlelight, jutted out, encased in a filmy sheer bra. Even from my room I could see hearts and bows on the cups as well as the outline of her nipple.

“Look you stupid turd, it’s a harlot’s bra, but it’s mine, I bought it today so that my piggy-boy can really enjoy himself.”

She looked into the candles as though mesmerized, but I could see her attention was really focused on me as I started stroking my cock. Within seconds I came harder than I ever had before, spilling my seed, so to speak, nearly to my doorway. No sooner had I finished than she blew out the candles and slammed her door.

I couldn’t believe what had happened. I wiped up my cum with my underwear and lay back on my bed trying to cope with what Mom had done, what I had done. Figuring it was safe to jerk off again because her door was closed, and too tired to get up and close mine, I started stroking my cock again. A pinpoint of light caught my peripheral vision, and I saw Mom’s door was cracked again. I knew she was watching me. When I was ready to cum again, I swung into a sitting position facing her door and unloaded into my underwear. Only then did her door close tightly again. I managed to fall asleep while trying to reconcile the incredible situation. An hour ago I was in deep trouble for spying on her. Now she was spying on me.

The next morning I came down to breakfast, and with my head lowered I said grace.

Mom always made me end with, “And please bless my mother, my teachers, and my country.” This time I added, “Especially Mom.”

She didn’t seem to take any notice of her special mention, so I aimlessly turned the pages of my Bible until she was ready to drive me to school. On the way there she was her old self, and neither of us mentioned the night before.

School was interminable that day. I had a huge boner most of the time and I couldn’t get my mom’s breast off my mind. By the time I was in my last class, my mental picture of her had gone wild as I imagined larger breasts and her nipple outside her bra. I planned on running home so I could relieve myself while holding her harlot’s bra, but the principal came in just as the bell rang and told me Mom had called to say she’d pick me up at the school after work. The principal suggested I go to the gym and shoot hoops until she arrived, which I did. I even allowed myself to think that maybe, just maybe, this special and so far one-time pick-up at school meant Mom had a treat in store, and I wasn’t even thinking about the night before.

Not a chance. Mom was still her old self, dictatorial and never offering any explanation. She looked like she had just eaten two lemons. We rode home in silence and she told me to do my homework right away. Two hours later we sat down to dinner. Mom prayed first, and her request for heavenly guidance ‘in all things ongoing’ made my cock twitch. My prayer followed, and I kept it bland, expressing thanks for the food and asking blessings on Mom for her ongoing thoughtfulness. After dinner I turned the TV on, Mom went upstairs, and I lay on the sofa thinking about the night before. Before long I heard her summons.

“Come upstairs and sit on your bed.”

The scene in Mom’s room was the same as the night before–candles, the black robe, her bed moved so I faced her directly. Again she stared outward, but not directly at me.

“I pray for you constantly,” she began, “out of hope that you won’t turn into what your father was, a godless man who thought only of pleasing his–himself. I have spent so much time on bended knee for your sake, and it seems all for naught.”

And then she knelt beside her bed, facing me.

“I know what you want, what you think you need to get through this. And, after having asked for guidance from above, I will do what I am told I must.”

With that she shrugged her robe off from one shoulder and then the next so I could see her two black shoulder straps and just a hint of lace where they started to become her bra cups.

“You know what you want to do, so do it and we’ll be done with this harlotry for tonight.”

I stood and stripped from my waist down, wearing nothing but my T-shirt and sporting the hardest erection I’ve ever had. I took a step forward, and she exposed her lacy cups, still staring me. With my stiff cock pointing the way, I walked forward to her doorway and looked at my mom.

“I want to see more, Mom,” I blurted.

She closed her eyes for a moment, then stared up at me again as I started stroking my cock. With another shrug her robe dropped to her waist, revealing the whiteness of her flat stomach.

“Am I a harlot worthy of your attention, Swine?” she asked. Her eyes were as cold as ever, yet she put her hands under her breasts and cupped them. “Is this what you want your wanton whores to do for you?” Cold or not, here eyes were riveted on my cock and my hand on it, stroking it back and forth. “Answer me!”

“Yes, Mom, this is what I have always wanted.”

I began to stroke faster, my cock ready to burst, needing release and very soon. Mom released her breasts, raising her arms outward from her shoulders, and my eyes feasted on her upturned breasts and the nipples I could see through her sheer bra. Still looking up at me, she closed her eyes and seemed not just at peace, but inviting. It didn’t take long for me to cum, and at such close range my first ropey load hit her face, splattering on her nose, and the next two rapid shots hit her chest and left breast.

It was as though my mind took an instant snapshot of her with my cum dripping on her alabaster skin, a picture I’ll always remember. A good thing, that, because almost immediately she writhed as though she was some demon splashed with holy water.

“How could you! You put your disgusting man juice on your own mother!”

Mom sprang to her feet and went to her bathroom, completely unaware that her robe had fallen to her feet, revealing her black garter belt, panties, and thigh-high stockings. My cock hardened again at the sight of her very shapely ass. I followed her and grabbed a towel to wipe her off with. When I reached out with it, she pushed me away with surprising strength, ordering me to instantly leave her room and shut her door.

I went back to my room and swung my door closed, too, although it remained ajar. I lay there, stroking my cock, wondering whether she’d come out for another look. Soon enough she did. Since she hadn’t extinguished the candles or put on her robe, I could see my mother the harlot peering through my door, watching me slide my hand up and down my cock, all the while facing her. I made eye contact with her and smiled at the thought of the mind-picture of her I had with my cum streaming down her face and chest. She looked then and even now far more beautiful and sexy than Ashley Norton or the Playboy gals. She was transfixed, and opened my door. Mom came to me and knelt.

“You are just like your father, the swine. He knew how to make me do disgusting things and make me believe I enjoyed it no matter how wrong and sinful it was. And now my own son demands his way with me. You are so very disgusting.”

With that said, she closed her eyes again and leaned slightly back, her breasts jutting out and straining against the filmy lace that held them so nicely in place.

I reached down and put my free hand over her breast. Without opening her eyes. Mom recoiled from me and said, “Take your filthy hands off me. You may look at me like you did at those obscene pictures and I’ll let you put your vile man juice on me as you did them, but I will not let you touch or further revile me in any other way. And you will pray with me for our forgiveness for what you’re forcing me to do.” Then she posed again.

Strangely, my attention was focused on her face and how, well, radiant she seemed compared to her normal self. All her facial muscles were relaxed and her full lips weren’t pursed like some disapproving school teacher. But my eyes inexorably roamed down to her full breasts that swelled out of the top of her bra.

Still hardly able to believe this turn of events, I unloaded my cum on Mom for the second time that night. My first hard spurt landed on the center of her throat, and as it rolled down into her cleavage I leaned closer and put the rest on her lips, using my cock as an applicator to wipe it onto her cheeks and chin. I could hardly stand up as she wiped her lips clear.

“You still disobey and dishonor me by touching me after I told you not to touch me. You have much to pray about piggy-boy, much to atone for.” As she stood and turned her back before returning to her room, and added, “And so do I.”

Before I fell asleep, I heard the sound of her shower running. I was so tempted to walk in on her but didn’t dare. I wanted her, even loved her when she was my harlot, but when she changed back to Mom like the flick of a switch, I was still terrified of her. When she knelt as my harlot, she was the woman of my dreams, but once I was satisfied, she returned to being the witch I had grown up with. When I finally slept, it was the sleep of the dead.

Before breakfast we said our prayers and as instructed the night before I started asked forgiveness for our transgressions. I didn’t get far before Mom slapped my face and told me to shut my filthy mouth and that we would pray about our transgressions when she decided to. We went through our morning ritual, and as she dropped me off at the school she told me she would again pick me up when she got out of work.

“I wouldn’t want you to think about playing with a harlot’s things when I’m not home,” she explained with an icy glare. “And don’t you dare even think of speaking of these things to anyone ever.”

Somehow I made it through the day, and the time between our return home and her summons of her good little piggy-boy to come upstairs was no different from the last two nights. I rubbed my cock while watching TV until she called to me, and I went upstairs in great anticipation. Her room and candles were as before, but this time she had left off the robe and ordered me to sit beside her. Fully clothed, I sat beside my sexy mother, who was clad this time in all red–bra, garter, panties, and stockings. Even through my jeans my I could feel my thigh touch hers, and I quickly moved away, but she quickly sidled up against me again.

“I think scarlet is more befitting a harlot, don’t you?” she asked.

I looked at her lacy undies and saw that this bra lifted her breasts up and out even more than the black one had. “I nodded my agreement. I had to fight to keep my hands at my side.

“Do you understand why I want you to wait for me to pick you up after school, don’t you? I don’t want you giving any of my bras to your disgusting friends, like Ronny did.”

I shrugged.

“Mom, I don’t have any friends, disgusting or otherwise. I know some of the kids at school, but only at school. And I wouldn’t give away one of your bras even if somebody wanted to pay me.”

“Well,” she replied, “isn’t it nice that my little piggy-boy is so loyal to his whore. So much like your father … ” Her voice drifted off at that last remark.

“Mom, what about my father? Who was he, how did you and he meet? How long did you date him?”

My mother seemed to lean against me and I was tempted to put my arm around her and pull her close. There was no warmth yet, her lips were still pursed, so I didn’t dare.

Mom took a deep breath (and how that made her breasts swell!) and said. “Your father was my first mistake, you were the second. I met him at our church; he was on leave from the Army. You look just like he did back then, and I haven’t seen or heard from him after the weekend he seduced me. Oh, I fell for his words, his touches, his lies, nor did I listen to my parents, may they rest in piece. In the end I was just his whore until he went back to his job, just another story to tell to his friends when they sailed off to wherever they went.”

“But Mom, you must have liked it — I mean, here I am. And you must still like it because, well, again, here I am.”

She paused to gather her thoughts, then said, “What I — we are doing is against all laws, civil and religious. I am doing this solely to protect you from the whores out there who would corrupt you in your mind and inflict you with dreadful diseases.” She tugged at my belt to loosen it. “You may think of me as your harlot and whore, but I am not. I am your mother and I am trying to help you.”

Her hand was working its way into my pants, her fingers wrapping around my cock. Then she knelt in front of me and pulled my pants off, sitting again beside me and tugging my T-shirt up and off, leaving me naked to her touch. She pulled me back so that we lay together on her bed but with our feet on the floor, and as she caressed my cock she said …

“We must pray together for forgiveness,

She cupped my balls as she went on.

“We ask for forgiveness for what must surely seem to be the vile act of incest but what is really an act of motherly nobility.” She circled my cock with her thumb and forefinger and began to stroke, allowing me to cup her breast at the same time. She was panting as she continued. “Forgive me and forgive my son for what we must do in his time of need —”

“Mom,” I interrupted, so close to cumming. “Mom!”

She ignored me, still beseeching her deity until my cock pumped a huge spurt of cum onto her face and another spurt across my chest. Her pace slowed and her grip relaxed as she milked me dry.

“Wait here, little piggy-boy,” she said. She went into her bathroom and returned with a towel, wiping her face clean, then sitting beside me to wipe my cum off my chest. “So messy,” she said, “just like your father.”

“Mom,” I said, “Thank you. I mean it, really, thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank a whore. It’s what she does. You can be thankful that I’m your mother and have no evil designs on you.”

“You’re not a whore, Mom. For the first time you’re being my mom, not just my mother.”

She lay down beside me and twisted until she was stretched full length on her single bed. I spread out beside her and tentatively cupped her breast again, running one finger over her lace covered nipple. Her hand slid between my thighs and she held my cock gently in the candlelight.

“Mom …”

I started to say, but she hushed me as I slid my hand down her belly onto her panties and down further until I could feel her slit. I gently rubbed her pussy lips until she started breathing faster. Emboldened, with my other hand I tugged at her bra cup until her nipple escaped, and I leaned to kiss and suck it as I lifted her panties. As my hand slid in over her pubic hair, she pumped her hips slightly in anticipation, and once my finger reached her clit she was bucking

“Oh my God,” she started to chant, “oh my God, oh-my-God, omiGod omiGod,” until her whole body tensed and stiffened.

She was breathing faster than ever and chanting her mantra. Suddenly she relaxed and pulled at my wrist to take my hand out of her panties. She pushed me away when I tried sucking her nipple again but at the same time held me so I wouldn’t leave. I let her lay quietly until her eyes opened again. She looked at me with her icy glare, but there was something else there. Gratitude? Satiation? Perhaps even love?

Finally she balanced on one elbow and said, “That was very nice Dirty Mind. At least you’re learning how to give as well as receive.” She choked back a laugh, “But it unravels all the Christmas lessons of it being better to give than receive. Still, the better you give, the better you receive.”

“Mom, I —”

“Shhh, piggy-boy,” she said, looking at my painfully stiff cock.

“Mom, remember how you said I could talk to you about anything that’s bother my mind.”

“Just say what’s on your mind. Okay.”

“Okay, mom” I gathered my courage. “I need to ask you this huge favor … I need … Mom, you’ve gotta understand that I don’t think I’ll be able to grow up a normal adult without your help.”

“I promised not interrupt so just tell me how I can help you get over this.”

“Mom…mom I need to have your ass. I mean, I need to have anal sex with you.”

“I can’t believe what you just said to me.” Her eyes went wide with shock. She had this look like I just told her I only had one day to live. “Son, how can I do something like that with you and how could you ask such a thing of me! This is so surreal. Your father was the same way when it came to my … uhm, ass.”

“Wow! I can’t believe your telling me this about you and dad.”

“Well, it’s not easy and it’s something very private and under normal circumstances, I would never share something so intimate with my own son. But, you had the courage to open up to me, and I feel I should do the same.”

“But, what are we going to do, mom?”

“Yes, what mother doesn’t know her boy? Look, this isn’t easy for me, but I’ve decided to meet you half way.”

“What do you mean, half way’?” I asked questioningly.

“What I mean is, I’ll let you play with it, you know, my ass.”

“I don’t know what you mean, mom.”

“You can touch it; smell it, whatever you want, but you may not penetrate me. I draw the line there. I can’t have my own son put his thing into my bottom. That wouldn’t be right and its bad enough that I’m allowing you to do this to me. It’s against the law. It is something forbidden by the religion.”

This was not what I was hoping for but I figured it was better than nothing and at least it would let me have some of her sweet ass even though it was under her terms.

I sat up and she turned her back to me.

“Please help me to unhook my bra.” I did that, and she turned back to me and asked, “Do my breasts please you, piggy-boy?”

She wriggled her torso so her breasts swayed and jiggled. She didn’t need the bra to hold them up, they stood out on their own as though her nipples were attached by an invisible thread to some point on the far wall. And her nipples had stiffened and elongated. Mom put her hands behind her head and thrust her chest at me.

“You may touch my breasts and suck them if you like.”

If I like! Does a kitten like cream? I put my arm around her so I could feel both breasts at the same time, squeezing them gently, watching how my hands reformed them, felling her snuggle against me as I pulled at her nipples. She pushed me onto my back and straddled me, her panty-covered pussy rubbing my naked cock, her breasts hanging in my face. She lowered one breast for me to suck, then the other.

“You understand this is not something pleasurable for me. I’m only doing this in hopes of getting you back to normal. By the way, only my panties are to come off. Do you understand Piggy boy?”

“I guess.” I said sadly.

“Don’t feel so down. If you really want to, we can start right now. What do you say?”

My cock got painfully hard just thinking about what I was going to do to her gorgeous ass. My breath caught in my throat when I saw her getting on her hands and knees. I felt my blood rise to my face as my heart beat faster. Sweat formed on my forehead and my mouth went dry. That familiar shaking of my hands started again as I stared with big eyes. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

When she caught my eye, she lowered herself on to her elbows while resting the side of her face on her forearms. This move increased her arch even more which really brought out her plump heart-shaped ass.

I think my mouth was getting wet because I had to stop a bit of drool from escaping the corner of my mouth. I tried to take in her scent from where I stood, hoping her ass musk would reach my nostrils from this distance. Instead, only her sweet perfume licked my nostrils which made my cock feel like it was about to burst.

“It’s okay Piggy Boy. Take your position behind me.”

The view was even better from the rear as I got to truly appreciate those soft, doughy globes of her ass. She looked over her shoulder with a smile and said I could begin but I was not to touch her anywhere else since this was for my mental health and not for my pleasure.

With shaking hands I reached out to palm the round flesh I hungered for all these years. The feeling was indescribable, at least to this eighteen year old. The difference between her cool soft panties and her warm soft flesh sent a charge straight down to my already stiff cock.

I slowly moved my hands around her soft ass, kneading, pinching, and pulling it like dough. After a few minutes of this, I moved my face down to take in her sweet smell. Her lovely cheeks surrounded my face and warmed my skin as I deeply inhaled her natural fragrance. I sniffed like a like a boy possessed. Her ass had a faint underarm smell to it, but I wasn’t complaining, in fact, her scent drove me to another level of savage lust and desire.

It was time now. I reached up and grasped the sides of her panties, slowly pulling it down over her curves as it hugged her round heart-shaped ass. I stopped just under her bottom cheeks. This made her ass bubble out even more if that was possible. Man! What a sight it was. I reached up and pried her cheeks wide apart which caused her pussy lips to come apart revealing her pink interior. She gasped at this.

“Are you okay mom?” I earnestly asked.

“Am Fine, just wasn’t expecting that.”

Her puckered hole was absolutely perfect unlike some of those women in those raunchy magazines who either had assholes that look destroyed or had nasty birthmarks on them. She had a nice pink shade that covered the straight ridges which began from the center of her hole and ended right on the outer edge of her circle.

I continued to deeply inhale her scent and then decided to go in for a kiss. As my lips came into contact with her rosebud, her sphincter twitched, sending me into a lustful rage. I attacked and slobbered all over that puckered hole of hers, licking, sucking, and scraping down the center with my front teeth.

She moaned as I devoured her little star, lapping away, knowing no end to this feast. I felt like a shark on a feeding frenzy with its eyes rolled back revealing its whites. I kept sucking at her asshole for what must’ve been a good twenty minutes hoping to bring it out to the size of her nipple if I could. When I was done eating, the little pink grooves stood out engorged with blood. It looked very red and raw at the same time. I felt her crinkly hole beckoning me to softly glide the tip of my tongue over each individual ridge to sooth away her soreness.

During this time of devouring my mother’s asshole, my cock felt like it was ready to split its skin. It was so damn hard. I desperately needed to feel her tight channel around my throbbing member, milking my balls of all their juice, but, I knew fucking her was a no, no. I couldn’t stop now; I was too close to my goal. I just had to have her ass, but I also needed a plan and fast!

Then it hit me like a shit load of bricks, I’ll tell her I want to gently probe her sphincter with my fingers. And while I’m doing that, I’ll ask her if it’s alright for me to stick my thumb in her ass since its a bit fatter than my other fingers. When its time to use my thumb, I’ll insert my cock instead. I know it sounds like bad planning on my part but I was desperate.

“Mom, can I put my fingers in you?” I asked as sweetly and politely as I could. She took a moment to think about that. I was almost sure she was going to deny me when she said:

“Okay, but just a little. First, go to the bathroom and get the Vaseline from the medicine cabinet. I need to be lubricated before you do any probing.”

I beamed with happiness. I really began to think that this just might work, if I don’t screw anything up until then. I raced off to the bathroom and grabbed the small jar of goop and was back behind her upturned ass in under a second. I dipped my middle finger and scooped out a large glop and gently applied it to her raw hole, moving around in circles to get her used to the feeling.

After doing this for some time I noticed her sphincter didn’t contract as much as it did before, which I took as my cue to gently insert my lubed finger into her burning asshole. I pushed in slowly as her puckered hole began sucking my finger deep into her forbidden depths.

It was so damn sexy to watch but nothing prepared me for what happened next: when I began to pull my finger back, her sphincter obscenely grabbed on to my finger and came out about a good half-inch. This time the drool escaped my mouth and fell to the mattress. I had seen this in magazines but it seemed only a very few women had this ability. Her words broke me out of my fixation.

“You’re staring at how my asshole pulls out, aren’t you. Your dad was fascinated by that for some reason. It must be a guy thing. I guess like father, like son.”

“It’s so unbelievably sexy, mom. You are beautiful.”

I almost came seeing this sight when I did it a couple of times, so I looked at the bed spread to calm myself down a little before a geyser erupted in my shorts. It wasn’t time for my big finale, yet. I pushed back in half way just to pull back and watch that spectacle again. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I decided the next time I pulled my finger out; I was going to replace it with my throbbing cock. I slowly inched my finger out while, at the same time, releasing my cock from my drawers. I moved the tip to where my finger had been and rubbed around her rosebud.

Man! The feeling was beyond belief. Precum was leaking from my cock-head which I smeared all over her tight hole. I wanted her to still believe it was my finger doing all the rubbing. After I felt it was too much, I told her I was going to push my thumb in her ass. Instead, I pushed the head of my cock in real slow and ready to hold her hips if she decided to struggle, which I knew she probably would.

I pushed in a little more and she gasped but said to go slow. Looking down at my uncut cock, I could see the skin pulling back from the pressure of getting into her sweet ass. As I pushed in more, the bulbous head of my dick came out of its sheath into the open, revealing its angry head. The veins on my cock stood out like they were going to pop under the strain.

After a few more seconds of penetration, the head finally lodged itself into the ring of her tight asshole almost making me spill my juice into her rectum. I was trying my best not to cum until I could bottom out deep into her bowels. I knew once my thighs mad contact with hers, the game would be up, so I took it nice and slow pushing in another inch. Then another. She grunted when I cleared her ring but didn’t tell me to stop. I took that as a good sign.

I now had at least half of my cock packed into her round, bubble butt. I used my left had to pry her cheek to the side watching her sphincter stretch away from the side of my hard cock. This had the effect of loosening her muscles up and letting me in quicker. I would’ve used my other hand to help but then she would start to question what was really in her ass. Not a good plan. I pushed in another two inches and thought it was time to pull back before our thighs came into contact.

Her sphincter really stretched out with my cock this time until only my head was in her warm sleeve. I then reversed my direction and pushed in but with more force to get a rhythm going. I loved how her tight, pink hole clamped around my stiff pipe drawing me closer to that long awaited end. I picked up the pace since I knew it wouldn’t be long now. My cock plunged to the base making our thighs come into contact.

I didn’t mean for that to happen, but at this point, I was too far gone to have cared if she found out that I was fucking her with my cock instead of my thumb. In fact, I wanted her to know it was her son plowing that sweet ass of hers. This way I could sink in the last inch of my cock and finally close the gap between us. I wanted to feel those warm cheeks resting up against my thighs as I hammered into her buttery hole.

When she felt my hands grip her by the hips, she didn’t make the connection until it was too late. She made an attempt to move forward but my iron grip kept her in place. My mom struggled a little more but I guess she realized it was just better to let me have my way with her. She made this sexy moan every time my heavy balls slapped her pussy lips. After awhile I began to feel something sticky and wet form on the front of my nut sacks.

I looked down as my cock sawed in and out of her pink hole and noticed a thick string of her juice stretch from her pussy to my balls each time I pulled out to my head. Knowing that I was responsible for making my hot mother wet made my balls twitch out of control. I knew I only had seconds before I blew my load into her ass. She made one final attempt to get me not to fuck her anymore:

“Uhhhh.” She tried to talk but I was pile-driving her so hard, the air left her lungs.

“Uh! You tricked me. Uh! I’m your mother; you’re not supposed to fuck me. Oh! How can you do this to me you Pig? Why, uh!? Why?”

“I … couldn’t help … uh! Help it, mom. I need you so bad. I need this ass.”

I couldn’t talk anymore; the portion of my brain that operated on instinct took over. All reasoning was gone. I was reduced to the level of a Neanderthal. I became a savage bent on tearing her ass apart!

Her sphincter muscles began to twitch out of control. I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I would be coating the walls of her bowels with my potent cream. I pried both halves of her plump cheeks far apart. Her sphincter stretched so wide I thought it would tear at any moment.

Just then, I heard a deep groan come from my mother’s elips. Suddenly, her groan turned into a loud scream which took me by surprise. Her slim fingers clutched the sheets until the whites of her knuckles showed through. At that moment, I felt a warm liquid spray onto my balls. It felt like pee more than anything else. I glanced down and realized my mother was cumming. And really hard, too. She squirted her love juice all over my balls and thighs.

This sent me over the edge. I pounded her sexy ass for about six strokes until I felt the beginning of my load make its way up my cock-shaft. I told her to get ready as my cock head jerked and swelled, unleashing my scalding cream into my pretty mother’s ass. I yelled as I pumped load after load deep into her bowels.

“NO” she cried, “Not in me”

“Bible says, ‘It is better to spill thy seed in the belly of a whore than on the ground!”

I thought my cum would stop but it kept on coming like a hose, until my balls felt completely drained of their contents.The feeling was so intense that I almost passed out until I gulped some air into my lungs and my vision returned to normal.

I felt faint and out of breath and my cock looked as if a fine layer of skin had been rubbed off. It was raw with a reddish hue from all the friction it went through. Her ass made a slurping sound as I pulled my cock out. Her anal hole was wide open and my cum was sliding down to her pussy. I never saw anything like it before. It made me want to rim her gaping hole, which is exactly what I did.

I dove in to slurp at her dilated hole as she caught her breath. I licked the inner walls of her rectum clockwise then counter clockwise all the while slobbering copious amounts of saliva around her abused entrance. I was a starving mad man licking away at her flesh and giving her the rimming of her life. She tried to pull away but I held on for dear life. It was so good, that is, until her hole closed around my tongue preventing me from moving around.

Since it made sense at the time, I decided butt fuck her with my tongue until my jaw got tired. She told me to stop with a hint of anger in her voice. When I didn’t relent, she slammed her lovely ass against my nose stinging the hell out of it. At that point I knew fun time was over.

I wondered how mother would act at breakfast the next morning. To my utter surprise she was her normal self. You would have never known that I had taken her anally last night. She was wearing a robe that was covering her entire body so that I should not get a peak of her skin.

“Mom did you rest well?” I broke the ice.

“I’m fine, you want something to eat?” She replied.

“I am sorry,” I said without mentioning why I am sorry.

“I want you to forget what we did and try to move on with our lives. I am your mother and mothers aren’t supposed to have sex with their children.”

Maybe there was more to this woman than I had thought. As far as I was concerned I couldn’t get the image of my mom laying on her bed and me on top of her, and every time I thought about it I would get a hard-on.

I spent the day trying to keep my hard-on hidden as I walked from class to class. I found a reason to avoid gym class, no way could I have hidden my erection while taking a shower with the other guys, and I did not want to have to explain to them why I had what seemed to be a permanent boner. I looked around at the girls in each class, and decided that none of them could hold a candle to my mother. But I knew I had no chance to take her to bed immediately as she suddenly had changed her stance on making me normal. ‘Where I went wrong?’ I thought. Perhaps I should not have taken her anally. Maybe she wanted me to fuck her properly.

Next day was a Sunday, which meant Mom and I would be at church most of the day. As we walked up the steps joining the flow of the other parishioners, I was hit by a frisson of unreality. Was this stern, silent, church-going woman, the same woman who had let me do her last night. I looked around at the plump matrons awkward in their high heels, and doused in flower scented perfumes. I tried to imagine them in bed the night before, their plump legs pointing at the ceiling, screaming ‘fuck me, fuck me, you big fucking bastard’. Or did they just lay there with their legs spread staring at cracks in the ceiling until it was finished. It was no use I couldn’t put the pictures together. The Pastor Orson greeted us with a nod of head as we entered the cool vaulted church.

Mother motioned me into one of the back pews. She didn’t like people who liked to exhibit their clothes in the front pew. I prepared myself for an hour of boredom. If God did exist, something I wasn’t prepared to concede, I was sure a supreme being didn’t really want these tiny bipeds going to buildings to praise him. What kind of egotistical, small-minded entity did that make him?

First up on our agenda was the main congregation, a 3 hour service that put nearly everyone to sleep. As the minister talked about the story of the Ten Commandments, the memory of Charlton Heston in the Ten Commandments started rushing back into my mind. I could hardly wait.

The service dragged on. I had the handout that listed all the hymns and what was on the program for this Sunday. I kept referring to it to see how much longer it was going to take. After what seemed like an eternity they were finally getting close to the end–thank God. The next up was a choral event. A whole arranged medley that the choir had been practicing for months. I knew that, because a friend of mine was in the choir.

I jumped as mother’s hand rested on my thigh. I looked at her, but she was staring straight ahead, her back straight as the walls of the church. I looked down and watched her finger move over to my crotch. I licked my lips nervously and looked around. I looked to my left and saw one elderly couple who’s heads was bent in ardent prayer. The people had no more brains than the cartoon character even Christ thought of his followers as sheep. They were nothing more than mindless sheep to him, and Pasture Orson was the neighborhood sheepherder and butcher. He controlled the people in the gigantic tent much like a sheep dog controls his flock.

My mother’s hand started kneading him through my pants and I felt my cock swelling.

“He riseth up.” The choir sung.

Mother’s hand unzipped the fly and fumbled with my underpants.

“Ah Mum … I don’t think …”

“Shhhh,” she hissed. She frowned but kept staring straight ahead.

“Let the light of the Lord in,” the girls’ voices trilled.

my cock popped out of my fly and I felt the cool air on it.

“Receive your love …” sang the deep male voices.

mother’s fingers started to rapidly manipulate my penis. I looked around wildly. We would get caught for sure. Someone would turn around. Despite my panic my cock grew under the irresistible ministrations of my mother.

“Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice …” sang the girls.

My cock throbbed, and I felt hot and flushed.

“Mum, please …” I muttered.

A lady in the pew two ahead turned around to look at me. My mother turned and glared at me.

“Don’t speak in church,” she snapped.

She nodded at the lady who have an approving nod and turned back to the choir.

I realized I couldn’t do anything. If I will pull away everyone would turn and look. How would I can get my cock back in my pants without everyone seeing. I knew I was going to spurt; I began to shake and sweat as the tingling built almost painfully in my aching balls.

“Praise Him, Praise Him …” sang the men.

I closed my eyes and the exquisite feeling of the cum starting to move up my cock seized me. My mom’s fingers worked faster and faster. Stroking my foreskin up and down, moving with quick twists.

“Come to Him …” sang the choir all together.

My eyes shot open. I was going to squirt, I couldn’t stop it. The cum was moving up My cock. It was going to go all over the place. But I couldn’t help it. Just as the spasms started mother leaned over and put her mouth over my cock.

“Glory, glory, glory …” sang the men.

I felt her wet lips run up and down his tip in a sensuous sucking motion. That did it, he squirted a giant load of cum into his mother’s mouth.

“Give me your grace O Lord,” sang the girls.

I felt her gulping as she worked to get it all and every time I thought I was done I had another spasm and another squirt. After what seemed liked minutes I stopped and my mother licked my cock clean. She sat up as casually as if she had been retrieving a dropped hymnbook and put my cock back and zipped up my fly.

“Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.” sang the entire choir, their voices ringing around the church.

I lay rested against the back of the pew, slightly slumped. I felt hot and sweaty and totally drained. When we were standing on the steps, My mother congratuled Pasture on the service. As we walked away one of the plump, perfumed ladies approached us.

“I couldn’t help noticing your son during the choral piece,” she said.

“Oh yes.” mother replied.

“It was like he was transported.” She turned to me. “Have you ever considered becoming a pastor?”

My mouth opened in surprise. “Ah … no … not really.”

“Well you should. It’s clear that you have a deep spiritual connection with religion,” she said and she bustled off to join a group of women waiting for her. Mother stood there and watched her go. She turned to me

“You’re disgusting,” her voice was venomous and full of anger.

“But mum, it was — ”

“Be quiet!” mother interrupted, glaring at me, “I’ve never heard of anyone doing anything so dirty, so filthy, so …” Her face was twisted in a look of total disgust, “And in a church, in a house of worship. You’re going to be severely punished young man.”

With that she strode off and i had to run to catch up to her.

After dinner that night I went to my room to do my homework. I never saw, or heard anything, but I was sure that I was being watched part of the time. About ten o’clock I went to tell my mother good night and found her already in her bedroom. She was wearing just a shirt, sitting on the edge of her bed. The shirt was long enough to cover her completely, but I found it extremely enticing and struggled to hide the growing bulge in my pajamas.

“Good night son,” she said, “I’m going to go to bed early too, I’m really tired.” She glanced down at my crotch and smiled.

Me: “Can I ask you something mom?”

Mom: “Yes! But be brief please.” she said,

Me: “Actually I’m having a slight problem.”

Mom: “What seems to be your problem exactly?”

Me: “I am having a tough time concentrating on studies. My mind is always wandering about girls and you know how impure thoughts can lead to impure deeds …”

Mom: “If you are having impure thoughts you should do a confessional with Pasture Orson.”

Me: “I can’t bring myself to confess to him. What would he think of me? He’s been almost like a father to me, and he’s expecting a lot from me.”

Mom: “I think you should find a temporary outlet for your urge, and after some time you’ll find your faith build up,”

Me: “Will you help me to get over my impure thoughts mom?”

Mom: “But its incest and the Bible say it is wrong.”

I picked the bible from the bed side table. Mom looked at me in surprise. I told her that it is written in the Genesis.

“And Cain knew his wife. What it means mom? It means only one thing that he married his mother as Bible doesn’t mention any of his sisters.”

I could see that her nipples were harder than I have ever seen them.

“There is some freaky stuff in Genesis but then Bible tells us to resist and refrain from temptations.” She replied.

“The bible says that ‘You shall not disgrace your father by having intercourse with your mother.’ In our case there is no father involved so we won’t disgrace anyone if we ….”

“Sex with all family members is prohibited in Bible.”

“This is not the view of science. In reality sex with family members is no different than sex with anyone else.”

I tried to convince her by using the book to fondle her boobs. She was horrified.

“What are you doing, that’s a holy book.”

I told her I wanted to be a motherfucker. I told her I wanted to her to be my dirty slut. She told me that if we did this that there would be no turning back. I held her. I rubbed her back and whispered pleading words in her ears. Eventually she calmed down and when my hand went to her ass she gave me a leering smile and told me then it was her motherly duty to give her boy what he wanted. She then pushed me onto the bed and fell on top of me with her mouth on mine. As she did this she also pulled my shorts off.

“Did mommy make it so big and hard? Well, I’ll just have to make it satisfied, won’t I?”

Her voice sounded like she was a different person, in a different world.

I stood mutely as her hands deftly stroked my cock back and forth, slowly. I relished her touch. Suddenly mom plopped my cock into her mouth like a lollipop. I heard myself gasp, as her tongue cured my till then, mute tongue.

“Ooohh!! … Aaahhh!!!” I stammered as mom sucked on my cock.

She expertly rolled her tongue around its head, and stroked its base with her right hand. If I had any inhibitions remaining, they melted away in her saliva. Her hand roamed through my pubes to my ass-cheeks. I watched in wonder as my cock disappeared in mom’s mouth. She had swallowed the whole thing! She cupped my balls and rolled them in her hand as her head bobbed up and down on my cock. Mom was only able let out whimpers, as my cock went in and out of her mouth. After a few seconds I felt my cum well up in my balls. I gripped mom’s head and fucked her face. My hips bucked feverishly, as I spurted my cum into her throat.

“Ohhhh!!! Aaaghhrr!!” I blurted as my cock spurted into her warm and wet mouth.

I don’t think mom even tasted my seed, because I was forcing my cock half way down her throat when it erupted. I ran my hands through her hair, and then abruptly tore her shirt apart. Buttons flew, as I half opened the shirt to reveal her breasts as she was not wearing any bra. The sight of her milky flesh rejuvenated my lust. Her white breasts were jiggling freely as I squeezed them in my palms. Their areolas were large, and were a light pink color. I twisted her left nipple between my fingers, as my mouth went to her other nipple. As one of my hands assisted her breasts into my devouring mouth, my other hand slipped into her panties and squeezed her ass cheeks. I let my index finger slip downward to her clit, which was hard and bulging on her skin. Mom rested her head in the hollow of my shoulder, her body hot and trembling.

And she moaned.

I massaged her clit, up and down, rolling it around on my finger. I let it travel further, and it met a wet, slippery slit. There was a small squishing sound as I swirled my finger around in her lubrication, allowing the very tip of my finger to dip inside her. Her fingers tightened on my shoulders, and her lips started to caress my neck, her breath heavy and gasping in my ear.

Her breath quickened, “Oh! Oh, my God!”

Pushing her on the bed I tore off her panties and pulled her milky thighs open.

“Mama’s going to want her boy to grow up right on her muff pie?” she said.

She noticed that I was hard again and she smiled.

“Its time now baby. Its time to become a motherfucker. Your dick in my cunt will be our wedding vows. Are you ready to fuck your mother? Are you sure you want your mother to be your wife? ”

“You want me to fuck your cunt mom” I asked despite knowing the answer.

“Don’t call it a c-u-n-t … please. It’s vulgar,”

Instead of replying I pried open her pussy lips with one hand and guided my cock to her opening. I rammed my cock into her dripping pussy and it was like coming home. Mom was surprised at my sudden thrust. She moaned as her tight hole filled with my meat.

“Ugh — ughl, you hurting me … take it out — you pig, no don’t do me — I changed my mind.”

Her request was of no avail as I pumped my cock in and out of her tight, hot hole. Her juices provided all the lubricant I needed. My hands gripped her hips, as I pistoned my cock in her pussy furiously. My balls were slapping her ass as our bushes meshed together with each thrust. My grunts, and mom’s moans and whimpers, were getting louder at the second. Mom was moaning and pleading for me to stop, but at the same time wrapping her legs up around mine. Her hands were rubbing my back and pulling my head down till we were kissing.

“You must stop, ohhhh, you shouldn’t fuck me … no more it hurts … aughhhh — my gawd son, you’re so deep!”

The cries continued as I fucked my mother until I felt my balls fill with cum again, and looked down to see my cock disappearing and pulling out in succession. I pushed hard against her pelvic bone and firing thick strings of come up her pussy. Mom sobbed out,

“Ugh — shhiitt — your fucking me — augh noooo, ugh it hurts, — oh gawd give it to me — your coming in me aren’t you — I think I’m going to come — son — my gawd — it feels so strong — aughhhh!”

I shot my load of cum into her pussy without hesitation. My cock was milked clean by her convulsing pussy. Her pussy walls gripped my cock and then relaxed, as I collapsed on top of her torso. In a few moments I heard my mom saying,

“Eeeeaaaaaauuu, aaaahhh, oh my gawd, I’m getting off so hard and god help me for allowing my own son to fuck me!”

“What you did, you did with good intention mom,”

“Maybe we shouldn’t have done it together — were mother and son.”

“Mom, don’t cry … it was wonderful and the best so far,”

“I only hope your male juice isn’t so potent that I can become a mommy. What will happen if I became pregnant?”

We looked at each other and mom had tears in her eyes. Suddenly she jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. She wanted to take my cum out of her cunt. I could see she was holding her right hand between her legs and decided she was feeling my come running out of her pussy. In a few moments I heard my mother crying and heard the shower start to spray water against the tub and shower enclosure.

I went to my room, pissed at myself. About an hour later mom came to my room, looking a lot calm.

“Mom I m so sorry, I didn’t mean to cum in you, I just couldn’t help it, my body just took over.”

“Don’t worry about it now. I understand that was your first time and it’s hard to have control over it.”

“Really you’re not mad at me. But you gonna get pregnant.”

“Ha ha, just because a man cums inside a woman doesn’t mean she’s getting pregnant. A woman’s body has to be just right for her to get pregnant. And I seriously doubt that one time will get me pregnant. It’s nothing to worry about for the moment”

“Oh, well does this mean we still get to have sex.”

“Ha ha you have a one track mind don’t you. The answer is no, if you want to have it without wearing a condom, understand.”

THE END