The Forbidden Mass by MothersLoveJournal

The Forbidden Mass of the Mother of Lust

The room is bathed in red light. Phyllis has summoned you before an entire assembly of disciples: dozens of naked bodies, visible on the screens, but in your gooning delirium, you perceive them as present around you, forming a circle. Their gazes burn with lust. All of them are jerking off, all of them staring at you, waiting for your offering. Phyllis proclaims in a deep voice: “This is Vanina, my priestess. Today she will not come alone. She will give herself to us, in front of us, and above all… she will open herself to the Mother of Lust.” Your stomach tightens, your cock hardens, heavy, throbbing. You know you no longer have a choice.

Apparition

The heat rises. The circle chants your name: “Vanina! Vanina!” Then she appears. Mother of Lust. A woman of boundless proportions, carnal, fertile. Her heavy breasts hang, her pussy drips, her belly breathes. She is both gentle and terrifying: her maternal gaze crushes you, as if reading your most hidden taboos. She stretches out her arms, her voice is caressing and terrifying: — “Come, my child. Come closer to your Mother. Forget shame, forget the taboos. Offer me your seed, fill me with your cum.”

Public Exhibition

You open your legs wide, grab your erect cock, and begin to jerk it off in front of the entire circle. The disciples shout at you: — “Yes, Vanina, jerk off harder!” — “Open up, show your cum!” — “You’re our sacred slut!” The rhythm of your hand quickens. Your moans fill the room. Your eyes roll back. You can already feel the first wave rising. Phyllis yells: — “Wait! Not yet! Come closer to the Mother!”

Forbidden Sucking

The Mother of Lust grabs the back of your neck and crushes you against her glistening pussy. Her sweaty, wet scent is animalistic, bewitching. Your tongue plunges in, you drink her juices, you lick until you suffocate. She moans, she speaks to you like a real mother, but with unbearable obscenity: — “Yes, my child… suck me… drink your Mother… swallow me like you would swallow her milk…” Your sex hardens even more, ready to explode. The circle is already enjoying the sight of you; some are screaming, others are squirting on their cameras.

Ritual Sodomy

She turns around, spreads her ass wide and open: “Now, penetrate your Mommy. Mark her with your cum.” You tremble, but you obey. Your cock plunges into her burning anus. She screams, she sucks you in, she swallows you whole. The circle explodes with cries. You pound her with hard thrusts, your belly slapping her buttocks, your sweat dripping. She screams, gasps, repeats your name. “Yes, my child! Push harder! Fill your Mommy!” You are drunk, possessed, your cum spurts violently into her ass.

Drunk on cum

But she doesn’t let you breathe. She leans back on top of you, huge, straddles you, her breasts slapping your face. — “More! Give me everything! Empty yourself!” Your exhausted body starts again, your cock regains strength, you penetrate her again, you scream, you come a second time, then a third. Your cum drips down her thighs. You are no longer you. You are no longer human. You have become a sperm channel, an altar of cum.

The Public Orgy

The entire circle screams your name. They all come at the same time: the men ejaculate in your honor, the women wet themselves, scream, collapse. It’s a collective wave, a trance. You are at the center, an offering, a victim, and a queen. The Mother of Lust lies down, her belly covered in your seed, and murmurs in a tender but implacable voice: — “My child… from now on, your sperm belongs to me. You will never come alone. You will always come for me, and for those who watch you. You are mine.” Phyllis concludes, naked, soaked, in ecstasy: — “Vanina is consecrated. She is our priestess, our temple of cum, our living altar!” The entire circle repeats your name in a clamor: “Vanina! Vanina! Vanina!” » You collapse, drained but still vibrant, knowing that you have just been chained to this eternal Mother.