Feature Writer: Jillicious
Feature Title: The Preacher’s Wife
Uploaded: April 6, 2010
Story Codes: Incest, Fm (mom/son


The Preacher’s Wife

I am still amazed at how much jealousy and vanity exists among all these church going women. Of course I would have never learned this had I not married Dan. Being the shepherd of a religious flock my preacher husband usually ended up resolving many of these quarrels. And by being his wife I sometimes got dragged into the middle of them. I had to be the example that all these envious women looked to. I didn’t do it for personal social status. I did it for Dan because I really love him.

I wasn’t always pretending to be the perfect woman. Before I met Dan I was a slut – A real whore’s whore. I would fuck nearly any cock presented to me. My cravings for cock were so powerful that I often cheated on my high school boyfriend. A boyfriend who my parents absolutely hated. My dad would grit his teeth and smile every time I brought him home with me. Nearly every time my dad would remind me of my upbringing in his religiously conservative home.

I stayed with my boyfriend because it upset my father and also he was large and looked intimidating. The intimidating part helped with my devious sexual adventures. But my dolt of a boyfriend was none the wiser. Despite my fathers aversion to him he wanted to wait until marriage. He was always such a white knight. My boyfriends insistence of waiting to have sex lead me to fuck around on him. That and it was the easiest way to rebel against my parents.

My first exposure to cock was a dirty magazine I found which had been discarded by the side of the road. Seeing the images of sex aroused me beyond anything I had imagined. My boyfriend would have nothing to do with me if I had pushed him into sex. Instead I learned to use my relationship with him as leverage. I became a master at seduction. So many insecure guys willing to do as I suggested. Most of the time I was able to manipulate them into thinking they were the ones who started our sexual encounters. I always went for the introverts. They kept their mouths shut and my pussy full. I was a full fledged virginity buster babe.

I finally broke up with my boyfriend when I went to college. He received an all out football scholarship to a major school in the Big Ten. On the other hand I ended up at the state university. Even though I was in the same state as my parents I was still a few hours drive away. For the first time in my life I had learned what freedom meant. I didn’t have to tell anyone where I was going, what I was doing, or when I would get back. It was heaven.

Fortunately for me my dorm roommate didn’t show up until the first day of classes. This left me a few nights to myself. Perfect for a cock loving slut. The first night I found the cutest guy who would give me the time of day and invited him in for a romp in the sack. I saw that guy around campus a few times while I was there but I never knew his name. I’m pretty sure he didn’t even live in the dorms.

It didn’t take long for my roommate to get the idea that I would be fucking any time I was there. She was such a prude; so similar to my mother. She would get all pissed off and storm out every time she saw a guys ass. Sometimes I would intentionally have naked men in the dorm just for the shock value.

The thing that changed my life is when sex went further than I was comfortable with. I went to the frat party expecting a nice fuck or a fun threesome. Instead I was dished up more than I had bargained for. It was an impetuous decision to go to the party in the first place. I walked into a party with people I didn’t know and no clear way out. At first it was no big deal. I did my regular party tendencies. I did my best to flirt and manipulate the guys into thinking they were getting a real catch.

Before long before I was sucking a cock out in the open. I was so against this. I would always seek out some form of privacy but this time I had lost my senses. A crowd formed and watched as I finished off this guy. I used his cum to put on a show for the rest of the party goers. It was an ego booster to hear guys cheering for a cum guzzling slut.

Shortly after I finished swallowing another cock was thrust into my face. I didn’t think much of it. I went after that cock as I had the first. The other guys began getting more involved reaching in for quick grabs of my body. As I finished up the second guy I noticed that more cocks were out. I wasn’t sure how long I would be able to keep this up.

After the load of cum splashed into my throat I was lifted upon the table. Man sausage was everywhere. I felt one pushing into my cunt while another guy was moving in for his turn at oral sex. My hands were guided to cocks of their own. The guy fucking me even moved a bit to accommodate one of his frat brothers. That cock ended up in my ass. I was being fucked in every hole that could fit a man. Despite this all-consuming gang bang I was able to glance around the room at all the other men looking for a piece. It was going to be a long night.

I woke some time later in a bathtub. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed but the sun was beginning to crest over the horizon. All the cum shot on my body earlier had begun to try. Crusty patches of it fell off my body as I moved. I had never seen or consumed so much cum as I had the night before. I stood up and felt the aftermath; my pussy was sore, my ass burned in pain, and my tits felt as if they had been squeezed to death. I turned on a hot shower and cried. For the first time in my life I felt awful for what I had been doing. My thoughts turned to my parents. I could imagine my father berating me for my choices while my mother sat back and cried while she watched.

I knew I had to leave before anyone saw me. I finished washing the cum out of my hair. There were no towels to be found anywhere. I had no idea where my clothes were. I had to suck it up and walk out into this unknown house where I had been repeatedly fucked. Frat boys were passed out drunk all around me. I was able to find some pants that fit and a shirt that didn’t look or smell too bad. I took one last look around at all the men who had their way with me. I had lost count on how many men I had been with a long time ago. But this sight brought tearful emotions forward.

I had no idea where I was whatsoever. The neighborhood was unfamiliar. The only thing I could do was walk, hopefully finding my way out to a main road. All the while my thoughts kept returning to my parents. I couldn’t stop thinking about how disappointed they would be in their super slut daughter. I had gone far beyond the acceptable. I knew I needed to change. I knew my life was on the fast track to hell if I didn’t do something different.

I finally came across a church. It pained me to think about going anywhere near it. In the distance was a main road, just on the other side of the full church parking lot. I figured church had already started and I would be fine if I quickly passed through. Instead I was surprised by an old lady who was on her way in. I really tried to come up with excuses to not go in with her but she countered every one. I felt as if I were beat emotionally, physically, and spiritually. I gave in because I was so tired of feeling contention.

The service was just fine and I was welcomed by many. Everyone was interested in what I was doing, where I was going, and how I ended up walking through their parking lot. I lied through my teeth about nearly everything. I just said I went to a party that went bad and I had left, doing my best to avoid details. I acted as innocent as I did in high school. After all I was a master at hiding my true desires before I went to college. So when I first met Dan he just figured I was a good girl who got caught up in a bad situation. I’ve never told him the truth and I never will. I care too much for him to let him know what kind of a woman I was.

Dan was kind enough to give me a ride back to my dorm that day. It was a large enough distance that it gave us a chance to talk, getting to know one another. Conversation was natural between us. That was when he informed me of his goals in life. He wanted to be a preacher man. It was also when he first asked me out on a date. I honestly don’t know why I agreed to go out with him, I think it was his show of respect for me without really knowing who I was. During the course of the week before our date I didn’t have sex. I didn’t even masturbate.

Dan and I have been married almost eighteen ears now. I’ve lost the image of being a cock craving slut and inherited an image of being so perfect. If only the other women knew the truth. Dan has treated me well, cared for all my needs, and has even tried a few sexual acts that he first thought were too far out there. But our marriage isn’t all about sex so I don’t expect him to understand all my sexual fantasies.

The point of my story is not to tell you how I went from an innocent girl to an cock craving slut to returning as a preacher’s wife. I have to tell somebody about what I’ve done. My latest transgression eclipses all others, even the frat party where I was gang banged by an entire fraternity.

Dan and I have made a great family together. At least it has been great up until our son Eric decided to go through his own rebellious phase. He reminded me so much of myself. He would do things just for the purpose of trying to upset us. Dan and I had always been able to work through his disobedience. Just recently, after is seventeenth birthday, we had both decided enough was enough.

I decided to have a good heart to heart talk with Eric about his choice of friends, music, and especially the way he dressed. Had you met my son in public you would have never guessed he would be a son of a preacher man. I intended to convince him to change his image. Without a thought for his privacy I walked into his room with the purpose of starting my well intentioned talk. Instead what I saw was shocking, disturbing, and offensive, but I couldn’t stop the excitement that filled me.

Eric was standing naked before me, his cock in his hand, his erection reaching towards the heavens. The erection and the porn being displayed on his computer screen showed the truth of his actions. The porn was an image of a woman being gangbanged, a man in her every hole. The memories of my past had come flooding back along with my desire to fuck. Instead of acting ashamed Eric defiantly jerked his manhood in front of me. Almost as if to say, “Fuck you mom.”

To be honest that was the thought I had as well, “Fuck you mom”. I moved myself in front of my son. He was obviously expecting to be slapped across the face as I saw him cringe a little. Instead I moved to my knees in front of him. My hands replaced his around that nice cock. I lustfully sucked it into my mouth. I polished his stiff prick to the sounds of his moans. His actions let me know he had never experienced this before. He collapsed to his bed as he was overcome with pleasure. On top of that it didn’t take him long before his cum coated my throat. Of course I sucked it all down. Every last drop. I even moved my finger along his shaft to milk out the remainder.

When I was cleaning up his tasty cum off his cock he did something that surprised me. Eric, my own son, reached down and groped my breast. I hadn’t felt that inexperienced grasp in years, but it was familiar to me. I couldn’t help but ask, “Have you ever touched a girls boobs before?”

Eric seemed almost frozen. After all I, his mother, had just sucked his cum down my throat. He stuttered as he responded, “I– well– I’ve–”

“Just tell me baby. Who was your first?”

“I– Mom, I’ve never even kissed a girl.”

I looked at him and smiled. “So now you have gotten a blowjob before a kiss.” I took off my shirt and bra, exposing my breasts to him. I rubbed his semi-flaccid cock between my breasts to help bring him back to life. I moved up and kissed him. This wasn’t the innocent mom kiss that we have always had. No, this was a deeply passionate and lustful kiss.

I could feel his cock beginning to push against my body. I stood back up and motioned for him to move completely onto his bed. In the meantime I dropped my pants and stepped out of them. You should have seen the look on his face with me standing naked in front of him. Shock and awe would be an understatement. My tits swayed before his gaze. I felt his eyes move up and down my body. He looked for a time at my trimmed pussy. I felt so naughty doing this in front of him.

I lifted my leg and straddled him across his bed with my breasts dangling in front of his face. His inexperienced hands guiding them to his mouth where his wet tongue made contact with my nipple. He sucked them so roughly. It reminded me again of my earlier slut days when I would try to collect virginity as it were some sort of trading card.

I rubbed my dripping wet cunt along his shaft as he continued to ravish my breasts. I could feel my lubrication preparing his cock for penetration. I haven’t felt this sexually exited in years. I lifted my head and removed my hair from my face. Eric’s eyes met with mine as his cock slid deep into me. His eyes bulged with appreciation as I watched his virginity being taken.

I started humping my own son. Back and forth. Riding his cock as hard as I have ever ridden a man before. He grabbed my hips and began moving his hips in concert with mine. These actions coerced moans of delight from deep within me. What I was doing was so evil and yet so erotic. I had more than my fair share of cock in the past, but this was the first time I had been so morally unclean in the last eighteen years.

The thrill of infidelity mixed with the thrill of such a taboo act of incest put me over the edge. I bucked against Eric as the most intense orgasm ripped through my body. My orgasm subsided and I collapsed onto my son, our chests meeting in ecstasy. It was the most unfathomable orgasm I had felt. My love for my son, the incest, the infidelity, the taboo, the hatred for what my son had become, it all combined to be released through orgasm. It had been the greatest make up sex she ever had.

I rolled off of Eric and noticed his still raging hard on. I was never a woman who would let a man go without cumming. I motioned for him to climb aboard and take the lead. He exhibited no hesitation to my suggestion. His cock slid back into me. The look on his face suggested he was going to take full advantage of this situation. All I could do was gaze into his eyes as he pleasured himself.

I reached for his ass as he continued to fuck me. He moved faster and faster. His defiance towards me was decreasing with every thrust of his cock. I moved in unison with him until I could feel Eric’s cock begin to twitch. He advanced one last time, burying himself balls deep into his own mothers cunt. I pushed against his ass and held him in tight as his cum began splattering against my womb. The feeling of his cum caused another orgasm to overcome my body. I bucked with him until he was spent.

Eric lay on top of me, panting with pleasure until his cock finally went limp and slipped from me. We held each other. For that short time, despite our relation, we had become lovers. He leaned in and kissed me gently before he rolled his body off of me.

After some time I finally broke away, standing up before him. He watched as I began getting dressed. This wasn’t the most impetuous thing I had done but it is the most transgressive.

Before I left his room I turned to him. I could see in his eyes that I had tamed him. “Your father must never know about this. And I expect to see you in church on Sunday.”


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