Feature Writer: cumslutmom123
Feature Title: TRANSFORMING MY RELIGIOUS MOM
Published: 15.07.2021
Story Codes: Religious Theme, NC, Incest
Synopsis: My conservative Christian Mom becomes my cumslut.
Author’s Notes: This story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. This story is a work of fiction. All characters are at least 18 years old. No one should do anything that is depicted in this story, except maybe hug your mom. That is probably okay
Transforming My Religious Mom
“Sweetie, I’m home from church! I wish you would come with me. Ever since your father passed, it has really helped me, and I am worried about your immortal soul. There is sin everywhere! It feels like I see it constantly!” She was clearly thinking about something else. “I can’t stop thinking about the, um….sin.”
I was laying on the couch waiting for her. Now was my chance to put into place the last step of the plan that I had been preparing for weeks.
3 MONTHS EARLIER
After my dad died, my mom became very religious. She is not terribly bright, and unfortunately, she was tricked into replacing her husband with religion. It was clear my dad married her as a trophy wife with big tits, not for her brains.
She used to be a gorgeous, happy, flirty, ditsy, blonde bimbo, who didn’t seem to worry about anything. Now, she was still a head-turner, but lately she dressed conservatively, and constantly worried about sins and “corrupting influences” on me. She was so repressed.
My mom was always in a terrible mood, and she was generally angry about some “sinful” act she had heard about. She got mad at “these whores” doing whatever they wanted: “just makes me sick how they act…” She would say.
I could tell she was just repeating things she thought she should say to be a “good Christian woman”. I would challenge her beliefs sometimes to watch the wheels turn in her head, to see if she might break out of her religious zealotry, but the Church was good at making her not question things.
One day, I came across my Mom’s browsing history from before my dad passed, and was shocked to see that she watched some really hardcore stuff. Since I knew exactly what she was into, I would sometimes switch my mom’s favorite websites to auto-play compilation porn of submissive women being dominated, fucked hard, and swallowing huge loads of cum.
I convinced her that these porn websites sometimes just change your favorites, since they run the internet, and they even make it take a long time for you to close their websites. “These porn websites, ya know, they have all of your search history, and if you watched their videos, even a long time ago, they will still try to tempt you. They know exactly what you really want. It’s, uhhh, really sick…” I said half-heartedly.
“Oh my yes…that’s awful!” She looked nervous, clearly thinking about what porn she used to watch before she was “born again.” “But I never would have watched something like that, I’m not a sinner!” She said, trying to convince me, and I think, trying to forget who she was.
“Well, is it really hurting anyone if these whores like to be treated, ya know, like whores? If God made us all, and he doesn’t make mistakes, then these women are just being who God made them to be, right?” I asked.
“Yes, but… ummm.” She tried to develop a counter-argument, but reasoning wasn’t her strong suit. She just repeated what she had been told every Sunday: “women who act like whores and sluts are sinners and…they won’t get into heaven!”
I clearly wasn’t going to get anywhere debating with her. “Hmm, so you saw this on your computer, Mom? Why don’t you show me what you’re talking about…” I asked, knowing exactly which video she just saw.
“Oh honey, no. You can’t watch that filth, I regret that I even saw it. These awful porno companies, I can’t believe they allow that in a Christian country like this!” She said.
“Well Mom, I think it might be important to see what type of sin these whores are getting into. Maybe we can figure out what led them away from God, and uh, we can pray about it tonight.” I said.
“Oh, okay, I guess. As long as it is just for a holy purpose it might be okay.” I had her sit down at the computer desk, while I stood upright next to her, my dick inches from her face.
“Okay, so…this video is called, and sorry for my language, Mom: “Cumslut whores getting FUCKED and drinking CUM, cumpilation. And here is the description: these sluts will do anything to get a taste of cum, they get fucked in every hole, and beg to eat cum…” My mom winced at the language I used, her jaw dropped and her tongue stuck out while I spoke. She was dumbfounded.
“Honey! Don’t say such things!” I clicked the video to start playing, and my Mom’s eyes were immediately transfixed on the screen. “Sorry, Mom, but we need to understand what we’re looking at here, if we want to get to the bottom of this awful sinful behavior.”
A milf with enormous tits was sitting in an empty room with men surrounding her, jerking their huge cocks into her mouth. The woman gargled the huge load of cum in her mouth, and when a man ordered, she swallowed all of the loads. After swallowing, she was vigorously masturbating and screaming “I’m such a fucking whore! Unnnggggghhh oh fuck!!”
My Mom was completely glued to the screen. “So Mom, I’ve never seen anything like this before, what exactly is a cumslut?”
“Oh what? Hmmm?” She said, trying to swallow all the spit that had built up in her mouth. “Gosh, honey, you shouldn’t ask things like that to your mother. You’re my son, and I’m a devout Christian woman who wouldn’t dare to know those types of things…cumslut?, hmpphh” She nervously shifted in her seat, trying not to make eye contact.
“Mom, if you know what it is, it would be a very serious sin to lie about not knowing…” I cautioned her.
“Oh well, um, I may have overheard someone once call um, someone that…I think a umm, c-cumslut loves semen. She is obsessed with it, and she um, wants to drink uhhh, lots of semen, constantly.” She said nervously. “Some of the worst filthy sinning whores, sweetheart. Disgusting…” She said more assertively, trying to regain her composure. She continued watching the video, licking her lips occasionally.
The video changed to a woman (who I chose to be a lookalike of my mother) being ravaged from behind, her hair was pulled back taught in the man’s grip, and another man was cumming on her face. My mother was starting to sweat and become visibly uncomfortable.
“Oh honey we definitely shouldn’t watch this, this is just the naughtiest sinning.”
“Hold on, Mom. Now, what is going on in this video?” I asked.
“Uhmmm, well this is um, this slut is committing adultery, and she is being uh, very promiscuous with multiple men…”
“Hmmm, well Mom, why would a woman do such a thing? I mean… she seems to be really enjoying it…” (“Oh fuck yes, I’m your fucking slut, I love your fucking huge cock, please keep fucking me, I fucking need it, I’m gonna, I’m gonna, imgonnacummmmm!!!unnnnfffffff”).
“Oh, um, well… yes it does appear that would feel um, very good…” My mom was rocking her hips back and forth in time with the video until she caught herself.
“Those men are being really rough with her, huh? They are really treating her like a dirty whore… Do women like being treated like that?” I asked.
“Oh, mmmmmm, yes, uhhh they reallllly do honey.” She spoke through her teeth like she was trying to suppress her words from coming out. “I mean, I would assume… some women might have impure fantasies about being, ummm, being fu- err, having rough intercourse with large penises, and uhhh, being used like uh, well like that. (“Ughhhhhh, mmmmmffff”) The blonde lookalike pornstar’s orgasm continued while the other man filled her throat with his cock. My mother rubbed her neck involuntarily.
“Mom, do you ever have fantasies like that?” I asked.
“No!! Of course not! I’m a born again Christian woman! Only a filthy, dirty, sinning slut would fantasize about something like that!” She said unconvincingly.
“Hmmm, well mom, I think tonight we should pray about the sins we witnessed here. You know, ‘thou shalt not judge lest ye be judged’, maybe you should pray about those sinning women you saw in the video. Really put yourself in their shoes, and think about what they were feeling.” I suggested.
“Good idea, honey. That might help me to avoid temptation, not that I would ever, um, be tempted, um…”
“I’m glad you think so, Mom. Why don’t you get ready for bed, and I can help you pray.” “Sounds great!” My mother was clearly excited since I seemed to be interested in praying for a change.
My mom put on her white nightgown. At one point, it was an unflattering garment that left everything to the imagination. A few months earlier, I switched it for a much smaller size nightgown with thinner material, that barely covered her huge titties. She never seemed to catch on that it was different, or that I could see her nipples through the material, and all of her perfect ass since the nightgown barely covered it at all.
“Okay Mom, now you need to get into a praying position. I’ll sit right here on the edge of the bed so I don’t, umm…. miss anything.” She obediently got on her knees, and clasped her hands together in front of her.
“Yes, right here mom.” I pulled her to where I was sitting, so her elbows were on either side of my legs, and her huge tits rubbed against my legs.
“Oh honey, um I am not sure that this is appropriate…” I said staring down at her cleavage, my dick getting firm in my pajamas. “Well you’re…my son, and I’m you’re mother, and…” “Mom, we’re just praying, that’s it. I just want to make sure I get a good seat to be sure I hear what you’re saying. What could be wrong about that?”
“I guess you’re right, honey. I’m sorry, I’m being silly.” She said.
“Okay, now Mom, there is this special type of prayer I was reading about that you do when you witness a really naughty sin. Apparently, you have to repeat exactly what the sinner says, exactly how they say it, and while you do that, you think about exactly what the sinner was feeling. That way, you get to stand in their shoes, understand the sinner’s mindset, and you can avoid falling prey to that sin in the future. I think we should try that.”
“Hmmm, I don’t know honey, that seems a little strange… you’re my son, I don’t want you to hear me say such things…”
“Well, Mom, who would be better than your son to help you with this? You’re my mother, so obviously nothing sexual will be happening, it’s just a different form of family prayer…” I replied. “I guess that makes sense…” She said, reluctantly.
“Now Mom, I want you to repeat exactly what you heard on the video. Again, put yourself in the exact position and mindset as the whore you saw in the video. It is really about focusing on feeling like she felt.”
“Um….okay… well I don’t remember exactly what she said.”
“That’s okay Mom, I’ll try to help, you know the scene we saw where the blonde woman with big breasts was on her knees, staring up at the camera, and she was begging the man?” My mom looked up, thinking about the scene and biting her lip.
“Um, I think so…”
“Well, in that one, the guy kind of prompted the woman, and she responded, so maybe that would be a good one to try…” I said.
“Yeah, okay, so… what do I do?” My Mom responded.
“Well, close your eyes and focus on feeling what that woman, erm whore felt. She was on her knees on that floor, being absolutely degraded by that man. I’ll start the prayer and I’ll pretend I was that man. He seemed like an awful sinner…”
“I think he said: You are a dirty little cumslut aren’t you? And then the whore responded…”
“Oh, sweetheart I don’t think I can say it… it’s too sinful…”
“Mom, you have to put yourself in the mindset of that filthy whore in the video. Just think about what she was feeling at that moment. She probably felt really naughty, and like she deserved to be coated in cum, right?”
“Oh yes, she really wanted that cum… Uhm!” My Mom said, startling herself when she realized what she was saying.
For the purpose of this prayer, you have to be fully committed to embracing the sinner, and not just going through the motions. I want you to imagine that it is really YOU on the floor in that video.”
My Mom nodded attentively with her eyes still closed.
“You’re completely naked except for a choker necklace on that cold floor. Your knees are red. Your makeup has been smeared all over your face from your tears and saliva after your face and body has been roughly used by that man. You are looking up at that man towering over you with uncontrolled lust in your eyes. Right now, you ARE that filthy cumslut begging for a mouthful of cum like it is the only thing you want in the world. Now… why don’t you continue the next part of the prayer…” I said, trying not to chuckle to myself. “Did my Mom really just let me call her a ‘filthy cumslut?'” I thought.
“Ummmm, so I think she said… YES, I’m your dirty little cumslut, Daddy… please give me a big load. I’ve been such a good fucking slut for you. I want to drink every fucking drop of your cum!…Oooo, honey, uhhh, that is too much!” She shook her head and opened her eyes.
“I don’t think she said that last part Mom…” I said, pretending I didn’t understand her. “Remember, she definitely didn’t think that load was too much.” I said smiling.
“No, Honey, this is really, ummm really uhhh… sinful I think. I don’t know about this…” She seemed to be having trouble gathering her thoughts. “Um..wuh, err, I mean, that felt soooo mmmmmmmmm, um I mean, I really felt like I was that cumslut in the video, it um… Wow…I really wanted that big load of c-, errr, sorry…” She muttered something to herself like “your son is right there, stop…” I don’t think she knew I could hear her. Then my Mom stared off into space rubbing her lips.
“Mom, why don’t we try to keep going, close your eyes and pray. Focus… really feel what that whore was feeling. Now, for that whore, the only thing that would make her truly happy and fulfilled, is to be a depraved cumslut for some guy with a huge cock. Try to imagine what that is like, for that to be your primary purpose and goal in life: your obsession…”
“Oh, um… okay. I’ll, uh…I’ll try to imagine….what that must be like…for her.” My Mom said, still dazed but compliant. I was hoping this “prayer” would get my Mom to accept herself for what she really is.
“Now, whore, I want you to tell me how big of a slut you really are, and maybe I will give you my load.”
“Oh Daddy, I’m such a big fucking slut. All I think about all day is deepthroating big, rock hard cocks, being used like a fucktoy, and drinking so much cum. I can’t help myself. I’m a cum addict, and I neeeeed every drop of your cum, Daddy. I need your sticky, yummy cum right now, please! Please, Daddy! I FUCKING NEED ITTTT PLEASE! Okay, uhh wait, hold on…” My Mom opened her eyes again, shaking her head like she was trying to sober up.
“What’s wrong, Mom? You were doing so well. For a second, I really believed that my pure, born again Christian mother was a depraved cum addict. Now you know what those types of sinful feelings are like, because…. obviously you never had any thoughts like that before. Right, Mom?” I asked.
My mother stood up, trying to compose herself. Her demeanor had changed. She was reverting back to her uptight, angry, repressed self, while trying to clean up the drool from around her lips.
She was clearly deep in thought about my question. “N-no, no I have never had any thoughts like that. I would NEVER fantasize about such things. It would be a sin to be so lustful!” She seemed to be talking not to me, but to a higher power.
“I have never, and would never obsess about drinking big loads of cum, I mean, semen, or being used like a filthy whore. So, actually, this prayer is not necessary. I am a pure, Christian woman… who wouldn’t be tempted by anything that whore was. So, um, I think we should just get some sleep now.”
“Okay, Mom. I’m sure you wouldn’t be tempted by the same things as that cumslut. But that prayer may be helpful to you for, some, um, other thoughts you might have. Just ya know, if temptation is ever knocking, you have this to help you.” I said.
“Thanks, Sweetheart, but I am fine. I wouldn’t be tempted by any, ummm sinful pleasures.”
“Just remember, you’re my Mom. If you ever had any impure thoughts or feelings, I wouldn’t judge you, and I’m sure God wouldn’t either. You never have to hide anything.” My Mom paused for a moment, conflicted, she looked like she was about to speak, but her eyes just sank, and she went back to the side of the bed to pray normally.
I left the room feeling dejected. Trying logic didn’t work earlier. Unfortunately, you cannot use logic to convince someone to change their ways, when they didn’t use logic to get there in the first place. And even role-playing didn’t get my mom to admit what she really is. In order to break her indoctrination, I would need to take drastic measures.
My mom clearly desperately wanted to be that cumslut in the video – perhaps she was that cumslut already – but her religion prevented her from self-actualizing and accepting her slutty nature. I could tell her body was still incredible, and just begging to be fucked.
My plan was to trick my mom into becoming what she was born to be: a cumslut nympho sex-slave. Specifically, she was going to beg to be MY cumslut nympho sex slave.
Since she was “born again”, my mom had been satisfied with being unhappy. In order to fix that, things were going to get worse before they got much much better. I was going to show my mom that the path of least resistance was to accept herself for the depraved whore she is.
Step 1 of my plan was to replace her daily vitamins with a black market pill that would put my mom’s sex drive into overdrive. After just a few days I could see my mom changing. At the breakfast table she would absentmindedly rub her crotch, and only stop herself when she realized what she was doing.
She also started moaning in her sleep. She was getting so horny that, except during the briefest interruptions of everyday activities, her every thought revolved around sex.
She was begging to be fucked in her dreams: “Please fuck me, I need it so bad!” She got even more angry and frustrated, and despite her protests, she was “praying” like I taught her every night. She was spewing the filthiest language I have ever heard, “imagining” she was a complete slut like the whores on her computer.
Step 2. I set up a hidden camera in her bedroom and in her shower, to see if she had been masturbating. I never saw her with men, and she had not been on a date in the 5 years since dad died. What I discovered was that she used her vibrator almost every night. This was clearly a nightly ritual even before I started giving her the pills. She apparently used the dildo as well when she felt the urge.
The video camera also confirmed that my mom’s body was still incredible. She was only in her 30s, and while playing with herself, she looked like a pornstar with her 32DD tits, long slender legs, tight round ass, and shaved pussy. She constantly preached that masturbation was a sin and about the evils of pornography, and yet, she owned a vibrator and a very large dildo.
After saving a few videos of my mom for my own “research” purposes, I hid her vibrator and dildo from her to try to stop her from masturbating. She couldn’t ask me about where her toys went without admitting her “sin.” So she just dealt with it. I also started “accidentally” interrupting her when she was about to start fingering herself.
I generally made a point to drop some religious sentiment before leaving, to remind her of what was keeping her from her pleasure. She would usually just try to fall asleep afterward, clearly sexually frustrated.
Step 3 of the plan was to add subliminal messaging, that I would use later to make her a slave to my cock. I set up a recording to play while she slept. It repeated over and over in a breathless slutty voice: “You are a submissive size queen. Nothing would make you happier than a man with a monster cock. You want nothing more in life than to be a fucktoy for a massive cock. You are an eager cumslut, and your self-worth comes from how much cum you can swallow, and how deep down your throat you can fit a cock.”
I also installed a virus on her computer to replace all her ads with subliminal suggestions. “Cum=happiness”, “you are a cum-guzzling whore”, and “your purpose is to satisfy big cocks” would flash quickly on the side of the screen. Photos of happy women covered in cum, and drinking cum flashed as pop-up ads as well saying “This could be you!”
The ads were for things like expensive jewelry, and perfume, but rather than normal models, they were replaced with pornstars, giving her the impression that being a cumslut was a status symbol. The ads gradually became more frequent, and longer.
Then I started replacing photos of her church friends on social media as well with cum-drenched sluts holding and sucking huge cocks.
My mom liked to talk to herself, and she only read outloud. I overheard her say to herself while browsing Facebook: “Wow, Jennifer looks so happy! At least I think that is Jennifer… it is hard to tell with…all that semen on her face, and oh my goodness, is that a big *fucking cock* she is sucking on. She whispered the profanity, embarrassed that she used such a bad word. She couldn’t help herself.
“Hey everybody, check out how messy I got this weekend, oops! #dirtyslut #cumonJennifernotEileen.” She sounded so jealous of her friends who seemed to be getting treated like filthy cum dumpsters by these men with huge dicks, while her urges were left totally unfulfilled.
“Why do these sluts get to be so lucky? I could be a bigger whore than them…I would drink all that cum…”
CALENDAR
As part of my plan, I wanted to get my mom much more comfortable the idea of being her son’s cumslut fuck toy. I kept in good shape, and worked out a lot each week. My mom generally called me “very handsome” like most moms, but I wanted to up the ante.
I made her a “Christian Prayer Calendar” to use when she ever felt any sinful urges. “Whenever you think of something naughty, or sinful, just look at your calendar, and it will guide you, Mom. I got it at the Church fundraiser!” I told her.
“Oh you’re so thoughtful! I love it!” She gave me a big hug, and I felt her tight body against mine. I may have held it a little long because her tits felt amazing against my chest.
I put her calendar on the coffee table, so I hear her read the entries. My mom always insisted she was “just curious” about what they said that day, but I could tell that my mom was getting out of control horny, and needed was trying whatever she could not to “sin.”
*MONDAY* When you feel a sinful urge coming on, it is important to get down on your knees and think about your loved ones. Whatever filthy sinful thoughts are clouding your mind, you need to just imagine your strongest family member is right there standing in front of you, looking down at you, helping you with whatever sins your imagining. Usually for a mother, that would be her virul son.
*You need someone strong to take care of you and your sinful urges, and that is what your son is there for. If you are having sinful thoughts right now, get down on you knees and imagine your son right in front of you helping you, with your filthy, naughty desires. Express your sinful thought, and then say this phrase aloud: “My strong son is there to give me all I need. He can fill me up completely. He is the only one that can help me with this sin. This is only natural. I need my son to help me with my desires.”
*”After you say the phrase, repeat the process 20 times. Don’t just read the phrases, say them from memory. Again, while you’re on your knees, vividly imagine your strong son is standing in front of you and he is giving you everything you need… exactly what you so desperately want. He is the only one who can give you that.”*
*Daily Bible Quote-“Widows, submit to your own sons, as to the Lord. For your son is the head of the wife even as Christ is the head of the church, his body, and is himself its Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also widows should submit themselves completely to their sons.”
*Fun Fact-“Several Bible characters committed incest. Woah! In several stories in the Bible, mothers who lost their husbands turned to their sons to fill the void. Wow!”
*Bonus Health Fact-“Christian scientists have recently discovered that drinking semen from your offspring can help alleviate anxiety, depression, and provide overall fulfillment. Many Christian women are now drinking “sperm cocktails” that their sons are making for them every day! Yum!”
Since I started her “treatment” I had seen her jaw drop a few times when I walked around in my boxers showing off my 6-pack abs. She drank a few too many red wines, and it seemed like my mom disappeared and was replaced with a drunk sorority slut.
“Hey hehehe. Wow, nice muscles… um, those muscles look so strong, I bet you could probably just pick me up, hehehehehe.” She said flirtatiously.
“Oh, do you need someone strong to bounce you up and down?” I replied.
“Mmmmm, mayyybe.” She thought. I picked her up easily by her hips over my head. She did not weigh much.
“Weeeee!!, haha, you are stong…srong!! Hehehe.” Since she was so uninhibited, and probably wouldn’t remember the night, I figured I would test her religious convictions.
“Do you like being thrown around by these big strong arms?” I asked, as I threw her over my shoulder, taking the opportunity to grab a handful of her tight ass.
“Wooooo, yeah I do! Hehe.”
I put her down on the floor, and then helped her to her knees. “What about my abs, do you like those?
I let her rub her hands on them, she looked up. “ooooo, hell yes I do. Oppsss haha. I mean…”
“You look so pretty down there, Mom.” She was licking her lips and staring up at me. What are you thinking about now?” I said, pressing my luck.
“Mmmmmmmmm, I’m thinking about what I always think about…..sucking on a huge- “and in a moment of semi-clarity she said “Oh umm, nevermind! I must be drunkkk…you’re um, my son… my um, very strong, son. honey, I have to go do somefing.”
She grabbed the calendar and ran to her bedroom and got down on her knees and started praying.
“Ummm, Lord I’m ‘sposed to repeat this phrase after I tell you my sin. Mmmmk!” I watched from the hallway. She was swaying. “And oh yeah, I’m ‘sposedta ummmm, imagine my son standing there right in front of me, giving me what I need.”
“Okie, so I have been fantasizing about getting throatfucked, I mean, sorry, sorry, having penises down my throat, Lord. And um, I just want it so bad, I almost told my son. That would be so baddd! He would be ashamed of his whore mother. So, that’s why I’m doing this prayer, just like the calendar said. Okay, sooooo I’ll close my eyessh, and there is my son, with his big sexy, errr big muscles, right there in front of me. HEEEeeeyy, you’re gonna help me right? I don’t wanna sinnnn! Baby, sinnings badddd bad!”
“So, Lord, *hiccup, my sin is that I am obsessed with sucking huge fucking cocks and drinking cum! Sorry… um, sucking huge penises and drinking semen. So now I say:”My strong son is there to give me all I need. He can fill me up deep inside me. He is the only one that can help me with this sin. This is only natural. I need my son to help me with my desires.”
She repeated it over and over, not counting how many times she said it, in her drunken state, she may have mixed up the words but they came out even better than I planned.
“My sin is that I’m a cum-hungry slut, who just wants a huge fucking hard dick, and to be ummm treated like a whore. Ummmm, what next? Oh, and my son is so strong, and right so, they want me to imagine my son right there, and um, only my son has what I want. No one else but my strong son can treat me like I want to be treated. Ummm, its only natural for my son to help me with this. My son should be deep inside me.”
“My sin is that I’m a cum addicted whore, who can’t fucking stop thinking about chugging big loads of tasty spunk. And uhhhh I fantasize about being fucked hard and used like a cheap whore. Ummmm, what next? Oh, and my big son is so strong, and right there in front of me so, they want me to imagine my son right there, and um, only my son has what I need. No one else but my uhhh, strong son can treat me like I want to be treated.”
“There nothing wrong withhhhhh that, he should be treating me like a fucking whoreee, wait….well…he is the only one who can do it, my son standing over me, ready to give me that fucking tasty load of cum. Right, imagine he’s there in front of me…baby, I need cum so desperately, pretty please, can you help meee with my sin?”
GROCERY STORE
The subliminal messages had some interesting effects on my mother. One day at the grocery store, I caught my mother in the produce section, down on her knees shoving a very large cucumber deep down her throat. “Hey mom, what are you doing?” I asked, after admiring her technique for a while.
“Mmmf, *gluck, *gluck, oh! Honey, um I’m just uhhhh, I’m just practicing, I mean…. testing, something.” She replied, nervously. She was wiping away tears that formed while gagging on the cucumber.
“Oh, well what were you testing? or was it practicing?, maybe I could help you with it?” I asked.
I stood in front of her with my crotch in her face. She stared at my crotch for a second licking her lips absentmindedly, “Oh no, we couldn’t do that….you’re my, so-, I mean, uhhhhh, oh the cucumber right, uhhh, what were we talking about?” She was wiping her mouth, still clearly thinking about pleasing a big meaty prick with her mouth.
I held the cucumber in front of her face playing dumb. “Well it looks like you’re testing the size of the cucumber by where your lipstick reaches, right? I don’t know what else you would be doing with the cucumber…or is it a makeup thing, are you testing whether your lipstick won’t smear?” I asked innocently.
“YES, that’s it honey, it’s a makeup thing, you wouldn’t understand.” She was about to get up, when I placed a hand gently on the back of her head. She looked up at me hesitantly.
“Well mom, why don’t you let me help you with your makeup test. I held another bigger cucumber where my cock would be, right in front of her face.
“It seems like having a man put his big… cucumber like mine deep into your throat would be just what you need… for your test?”
“Yes, honey of course, but um, usually that isn’t something that mothers and sons do together…so…” She protested.
“Why not? You don’t have a man around to help you with this? I don’t see why I can’t help unless it is something….sexual, is it?” I asked.
“No, of course not! Something sexual? No, absolutely not… that would go against God’s teachings!” Her mind clearly lingered on the word “sexual”. She bit her lower lip.
“Well good, then I will just put this in your mouth.” I slowly put the cucumber into my mother’s mouth. She was clearly reluctant, but I forcefully grabbed her ponytail, and pumped the cucumber in and out of her throat. Once I grabbed hold of her hair, her eyes rolled back in pleasure.
“Mmmmmmmm.” She said involuntarily. She almost immediately became a different person, completely transfixed on her sole purpose, which was to take the cock, err, cucumber as far as she could. Her eyes glazed over, and she stuck her tounge out as the cucumber disappeared over and over.
“Wow mom, you’re really good at this! Do you enjoy this, having this big, thick thing in your throat, smearing your makeup?” I rubbed the cucumber covered in saliva on my mother’s face, smearing her mascara.
“Mmmfmmm, thank you, honey. I love it more than anything. *Gluck gluck gluck.* *gasp* I just wish this wasn’t a cucumber…I wish it was a monster co- uhhh… nothing.” She shook her head, trying to steady herself, and snap herself out of her trance-like state. I continued using her mouth like a cheap whore. My mom looked like an absolute cock-crazed slut on her knees in the middle of the store.
“Well, Mom, whatever you…uhhh… wish this cucumber was, (I slapped her tongue with the end of the cucumber) God will answer your prayers and provide what you want, right?” I told her.
“Maybe honey….” I helped her to her feet, but I let her walk around the store looking like she was brutally facefucked seconds before. She was in a dreamlike state fantasizing about guzzling cum from a huge cock, not noticing the people staring around her.
CHECKING PROGRESS
To see how the submittal messages were going, I upped the “liminal” messaging on her computer, to test her progress. I did not want to push her too far, too quickly, and possibly send her deeper into her religious prison. I also set up the wifi router to allow me to turn off service when she used her computer in her room.
“Honey, um…is the internet down for you? She asked. I turned the router back on. Nope, that’s strange. Maybe you should try it on the couch here. I always get great signal here.” I said.
“Oh, okay then honey. Can we not watch this show though, I really don’t like how much skin these drunk harlots are showing. It’s impure, and I don’t want you to see such things.” She said, sitting down next to me with her laptop.
“Sure, Mom. Sorry…” I said. I put on some boring, inoffensive documentary about birds. I wasn’t watching it anyway, I was only focused on what my mother was doing on her computer.
Over the last few months, the “virus” on her computer had gotten worse and worse. Now, whenever she opened a new web page, a sort of porn Captcha would pop-up, and she had to solve the problem to get past it. I picked her favorite porn videos from years back, set them to play full screen and get progressively louder until they were playing at full volume through the speakers.
She always seemed surprised by the pop-ups, despite them being almost constant. Within 20 seconds of sitting down, a pop-up came on the screen. “Oh my! I’m sorry, honey. My computer keeps acting up.” She was frantically trying to turn the sound down, to no avail.
I looked over at the screen. “Wow mom, I didn’t think you liked that sort of thing….” Pretending to read the title: “Submissive cumslut gets fucked in all holes and guzzles cum?” I asked teasingly.
The video was of a woman with a ring gag in her mouth and her hands were bound behind her back with rope. She was completely naked except for a blindfold. The man completely abused the woman’s mouth, pussy, and asshole. He pumped a huge load in her mouth and on her face. And she then proceeded to lick up all of the cum.
My Mom had apparently watched the video dozens of times years ago. It was her favorite.
“No! Of course your Mother doesn’t like this filth. I would never watch this…It is this virus! Oh gosh! Uhhh uhhh uuhhhh, why won’t it turn off??!!” She was breathing heavy, and getting very flustered.
“Can you help me please?! You’re so good with computers.” She asked.
“Well, Mom. It looks like you have to do what the pop ups say in order to get rid of the video.”
“Ughhhh, this is so um…frustrating. I am a Christian woman, I shouldn’t be seeing this type of thing! Fine!” She said focusing on the woman being fucked in front of her. A prompt came up:
“What is your favorite food to eat?” She read to herself. There were photos of 4 different foods. She immediately tried to turn her computer away from me, so I just mirrored her screen on my phone and followed along from the other side of the couch.
There were photos of apples, pizza, steak, and a gif of a dick filling up a glass with cum.
My Mom paused for a second, looked at me and the cross on the wall, and picked pizza.
“*Captcha failed* Try again and be honest with yourself. It is a sin to lie. Ughhh.” She read. This time she hesitated and then clicked the gif of cum.
The video went away briefly. She whispered, shocked, “how do they know?” When she opened another page it was back, and a Captcha popped up: “If there were no sins, which of these occupations would be your dream job?” She read.
There were 4 photos with captions. “Doctor, housewife, nun, or full-time cu-” She looked over at me, and started whispering “full time cum dumpster??? What? Is that a real job?” She looked off into space. The 3 photos of the other professions were grainy and of unattractive sad looking women. The photo of the cum dumpsters was an HD photo from one of her favorite videos with a gorgeous blonde woman smiling and laughing with large cocks on both sides of her head, and cum covering her face and tits. She mouthed the word “wow!” Looking at the picture of the cum-covered slut.
“Please type your full answer in the form of a sentence.” She continued.
She typed: “If sin did not exist, my dream job would be a full-time cum dumpster.”
The video went away for a moment, but came back after 5 seconds even louder. (*ohhhh fuckfuckfuck my asshole!!!) Played over the speakers my mom jumped.
“Sorry honey, I’m trying to make it go away! I don’t want you to hear this!” She said frantically.
“Please read your previous answer aloud to close the video.” “Oh…I can’t do that…” She whispered, looking nervously at me. The video started playing even louder: (“CUM IN MY FUCKING SLUT MOUTH, PLEASE, I WANT IT! I NEED YOUR CUM!”).
“Okay, okay… she got close to the computer and whispered: “If sin did not exist, my dream job would be a full-time cum dumpster.”
“Error, did not detect answer? Ughhhh!” My mom looked at me. Um, honey, why don’t you go make yourself a snack in the kitchen really quick?” She asked with a sheepish smile.
“Um, okay Mom…” I replied.
She repeated, a little louder: “If sin did not exist, my dream job would be a full-time cum dumpster.”
“Error, did not detect answer? Come on!” She shouted.
“Fine….” She looked over at the kitchen nervously, took a deep breath and screamed “IF SIN DID NOT EXIST, MY DREAM JOB WOULD BE A FULL TIME CUM DUMPSTER!!!” My mom sat there, shocked by her own words, with a puzzled look on her face.
I sat back down, pretending like I didn’t hear her very clearly in the kitchen. “Everything okay, Mom?” I asked.
Her expression turned somewhat sad. “Ya know, honey. Sometimes, life just isn’t fair…” She said.
“Oh no, Mom you can’t let things get you down, I think God is going to give you exactly what you have always wanted.” I said, reassuringly while rubbing her thigh.
“Thank you, Sweetheart. I hope so!” She said with a smile. My Mom opened an email, which caused another video to start playing (“I love being a cumdumpster for your huge cocks, UNGH UNGHHH, I fucking LOVE IT!”).
“Which of these cocks do you prefer?” She read:
There were 4 small photos of cocks, 3 flaccid, small cocks, and a large HD gif that took up most of the screen I made of an up-close shot of me stroking my hard 9-inch cock toward the camera, and shooting a big load towards the lens.
“Holy fucking shit!” My mom exclaimed. “That is so fucking hot!” She stuck her fingers in her mouth, watching the gif. After a few seconds, she remembered I was sitting next to her. “Oh gosh! Excuse my language sweetie, I uhhh, I was just um, the Captcha…”
“That’s okay, Mom. I’m a man. I can handle that mouth of yours, haha.” I said with a smile.
“Oh yeah, can you?” She said seductively, licking her lips, briefly. She snapped herself out of it quickly. “Um, err, so this documentary, birds huh, Neat!” She said awkwardly. (*slap *slap *slap YES FUUUUCK YES! FILL ME WITH YOUR MONSTER FUCKING COCK!!) the video interrupted.
“Oh um, I’ll try to get rid of this video. This naughty video is um… a sin.” She said half-heartedly. “She clicked the gif of my cock in the captcha. I swore she almost leaned in to lick the screen for a moment.
“Another Captcha, please orally describe your true feelings towards the… cock you chose. What?” She whispered. “Ummm baby, why don’t you take out the garbage for me?” She asked nervously.
“Ugh, fineeee.” I pretended to be upset. I took the garbage to just outside the door, and waited for my mother to confess her true feelings about my cock.
“I WOULD WORSHIP THAT BEAUTIFUL FUCKING COCK! I WANT IT SO BADLY IM GETTING SOAKING WET JUST LOOKING AT IT! I NEED IT INSIDE OF ME!!!!” I opened the door, and walked back to the couch, trying not be too obvious that I was hard as a diamond after what my Mom just said about my cock.
“Was somebody shouting? I thought I heard something. ” I asked.
“Oh, uhhhh, just these stupid pop up ads I think. They shout the most, um…. sinful, dirty things. So wrong.” She lied.
“Hmmm, strange…” I said.
“Yeah, um I think that’s enough, um computer time for one night. I need to pray and get some sleep. Goodnight baby!” She said with a kiss on my cheek, her huge tits brushing against my arm. She practically ran out for the room, grabbing for her Bible on her way to the bedroom.
CHRISTIAN MUSIC
This was certainly overkill, but I also started *subtly, (or not so subtly, she really needed the message spoon fed to her simple blonde brain) changing the lyrics in the Christian music she listened to.
I heard her singing “come for me (porn star screaming: OH GOD!), please come for me! I need you to come so badly! I’m on my knees, (OHohGOD), I need you, my body is yours! Come for me (OHMYGOD), you are my master, and I am your servant, just come for me (OHGOD) I know my place is on my knees, and I will prove myself to you (Oh GOD).”
I eventually replaced the drums with the slapping sounds from a rough porn video of a pornstar being fucked hard in the ass. She certainly didn’t notice. Since my bigger scheme was not fully ready, and being a typical bored and horny teenager, one day I convinced my mom that there was a dance that went along with her favorite song.
“Yes mom, you have to close your eyes and get on your knees where a good Christian woman should always be.”
After she closed her eyes, I played the song on a loop and took out my cock and stroked it right in front of her. “Remember, you can’t open your eyes. Now uhhh, you have to sing the song so God can hear you! And uhhh, you have to pretend that you’re churning butter for God like a pilgrim….like the churn is right in front of your face, and you have to bounce up and down while you churn the butter.”
“Hmmm, that sounds kinda weird, but you always seem to be more hip than your Mom, haha.”
“Yup, and then later, they even give out these salty uhhh butter treats at school. I will give you a few squirts in your mouth if you do a really good job singing!”
“Ooooh yumm!” She started getting really into it: “OH GOD, I need you to come for me, please!, OHMYGOD, I’m here on my knees for you begging, OHGODOHHHHHHHHHHHHHMmmmmmmmm, I am an empty vessel, please give me what I so desperately need. Please come for me…OHGOD, OHGOD OHGOD!”
“Wow, great job mom, that was really good! You sounded just like the singers saying “OHGOD”!
She blushed. “Thank you sweetie, I do my best. Um, honey, what’s that sound?” She asked.
I was still jerking my cock off right in front of her. “Oh um, I was just practicing the drums from the song, and I just can’t stop.” “Oh, great! So do I get my salty treat now?” She asked?
“Welllll, you did a good job, but maybe work on the choreography, really get into that churning motion and try again from the verse: “I know I’ve been naughty…”
“Okay, Mr. Producer, hehehe.” “I know I’ve been naughty, which is why I need you so badly, OHGOD! My mouth was made to serve you, OHGOD, and I can handle any load, OHMYGOD, please give me what I was made to receive…MMMMMMMOHGODOHGODOHGOD!!!”
“Wow mom, you’re so talented! You could be a professional! You look great down there. Alright, now keep churning that butter and repeat that last verse, and I will give you your treat, eyes closed remember….”
I started jacking even harder, watching my mom’s tits bouncing, as she “sang” just like the pornstar: “OHGOD OHGOD OHGOD, please come for me OHGOD OHGOD OHGOD PLEASE COME FOR MEEEEE! I couldn’t hold out long before I blew an enormous load in her mouth.
“Soooo good, Mom, here comes your treat! Stick out your tongue!”
I came harder than I ever had. A lot of cum shot right down my Mom’s throat, but even more ended up in her mouth, and all around her lips. I made sure to get a few spurts on her eyes in case she decided to open them prematurely.
“Ohffff my!!!” Was all she could say. Her mouth was full of so much sticky jizz.
“Alright Mom, now you gotta swallow all of it.” My mom did exactly what she was told. “Wow, you sure gave me a lot of that sticky stuff, haha! But it tastes soooo good, I could eat that for every meal hahahaha.”
“Uhhh, yeah I bet, haha. There is still some left in the container here. You should suck that out.” I said, pushing my luck.
“Mmmmm, it’s so yummy. I want every drop!” My mom eagerly sucked the last few drops of cum out of my cock.
As she licked my cum off her lips, she paused. “Um, sweetheart… this salty treat kinda tastes familiar…”
I quickly put my cock away, in case she tried to open her eyes, though they were pretty well plastered closed.
“I can’t place the flavor, but I feel like I’ve had this before…a long time ago. This is much sweeter though…hmmmm.” She continued cleaning her face with her fingers and licking my cum off them, clearly deep in thought.
“That’s weird…maybe the company that makes the candy changed the formula or something…anyway… great job again! Did you have fun?” I asked, trying to distract her from realizing she was eagerly gulping down her son’s jizz from her face.
“Oh yes, Honey. That was the most fun I have had in a very long time! When I was bouncing there, and singing, and especially when I got all that sticky treat in my mouth and down my throat, I don’t know why, but it felt like what I was doing was exactly right. Like I was made to do that, ya know? That probably sounds silly…”
“No Mom, that doesn’t sound silly at all. You looked like you were having a great time, and I’ll be honest, you looked absolutely stunning when you took that huge load of, ummm candy in your mouth, and now with that candy all over your face. Wow! You’re my mom and all, but oh my gosh! You’ve never looked so gorgeous.”
My Mom blushed deep red. “Oh…you are a charmer… You know just how to treat a woman like me… You’re going to make some lucky lady very happy someday…” My Mom gave me a playful wink as she walked away to finish cleaning herself, still riding high, with a huge smile on her cum-covered face.
“Yes, Mom, I think I will… very soon.” I thought to myself.
PRESENT DAY
When she came home from church today, I knew my Mom was ready for the last part of my plan…
“…Actually mom, while you were at church, I was reading this interesting ancient religious text…” I held up an old leather-bound dictionary, knowing she wouldn’t question it.
“Oh really?” She replied, clearly interested.
“Yes, so there is a passage in here about accepting yourself for who you really are, and if you do this “self-acceptance sacrament”, Jesus will give you what you want most in the world.
Her eyes lit up. “Wow! That is amazing! Jesus will give me anything I want? She thought for a moment, and frowned. “Well, what if what I want most I the world would be a sin?”
“Oh Mom, that is the beauty of this sacrament, if you truly accept yourself for who you are, God will forgive your sins until the end of time.”
She perked up instantly. “Oh Honey!!! That’s so great! So what do I have to do???”
She sat down on the couch and was bouncing up and down with excitement. I couldn’t help but notice her massive tits bouncing under her dress, and the way she was instinctively licking her lips.
“Okay, so the first thing you need to do is get into a praying position.” She obediently got down on her knees in front of me in the living room. The sight of my mother kneeling in front of me, still bouncing and licking her lips caused my dick to get hard in my jeans, but in her excitement, my mom didn’t seem to notice.
I got up and grabbed a large glass full of mostly 151 proof liquor and some grape drink powder, and told her: “the first part of the sacrament is to drink this wine. This is special wine from Italy, so it may taste different from other wine.” I stood over her with my crotch in her face, and took the glass and poured as much as I could into her mouth. She swallowed most of the liquid before coughing.
“Sorry, sweetie. That is SOME wine! Hehe…”
“That’s okay, Mom, but you will need to finish your wine before we continue the sacrament.” She tilted her head back and stuck her tongue out like she was on Spring Break, and I poured the rest of the glass into her mouth. She swallowed without complaint.
“The next step in the sacrament is to honor the man of the house.” (I was sort of buying time here while the liquor dulled my Mom’s senses.) “As you know, since dad is gone, I am the man of the house. And the Bible says that as a woman, you must be submissive and obey me.”
“Well sure, but…” She protested.
“Silence!” I shouted. “You will not talk back to the man of the house.” “Now, you should think of me as you did Dad. What did you call dad, your pet name for him?” By now my Mom was swaying slightly on her knees.
“Daddy?” She said, slightly blushing.
“Okay, from now on, I would like you to call me Daddy, exactly how you would with Dad.”
“I’m not shurrr…” She was starting to slur her words.
“I do not want to hear that, I want to hear, ‘yes, Daddy’, understood?” I said sternly.
She looked up me from between my legs, and said “yesh, Daddy.” She gave a pouty playful frown afterward.
Now, for the sacrament to work, you need to give up your control of yourself. This is easy, I just need to bind your arms behind your back.
“Mmkayyy, hehe… my mom was beginning to get giggly from the booze. I quickly tied her wrists behind her back with rope. This made her chest stick out, but she was completely oblivious to the fact that I was staring directly at her tits.
“Now what!?” She asked loudly.
“In order to completely give up control to Jesus, you need to give up control of your sight.” I then placed a blindfold over her eyes.
“Ooooo, it’s dark, hahaHA.”
“Now mom, in order to fully give up control of yourself, you need to shed your earthly robes”
“My what???” She replied confused. I took, a pair of scissors and cut her dress from her neckline, down to the bottom, and cut her bra right in the middle. My jaw dropped as her gorgeous tits were finally released.
“Heyyyy, iffff I didn’t know better, I would think you were trying….trying to do something sexual with your mother. Bahahaha! I don’t….think *hiccup* you should be seeing your mother like thishhh….”
“Mom! This is a Christian sacrament. There is nothing inappropriate going on….” I pretended to be offended while I took my 9 inch, rock hard, girthy cock out and started furiously jacking off, inches from her face and perfect tits.
“I know, I know… I’m sorry, sweetie. Let’s get back to the sacrament.” She said.
“Well, the next part of the sacrament is to confess your sins, and accept yourself for who you are. Mother, have you had any impure thoughts recently?”
She thought for a moment, fighting through the drunken fog, “yes…” She said sullenly.
“What have you had impure thoughts about?” I asked.
“It’s embarrassing to talk about with my son…” She whispered.
“Mother, remember, you shouldn’t think about me as your son, think about me as the man of the house.”
“Yes, Daddy…” She replied obediently.
“Now, tell me about your impure thoughts.”
“Well, I just can’t stop thinking about….big penises…” She whispered again, blushing. She would have hid her face if her hands were not bound.
“Interesting…now, I’m sure when you’re thinking about ‘big penises’ you are using other words and images in your head right?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She replied reluctantly.
“You probably call them something dirty or naughty like, ‘huge fucking cocks’, right?” She blinked, startled at the crude words being used.
“Honey, you shouldn-”
I interrupted: “Mom, part of the sacrament is being open and honest with your thoughts, and who you are. If you aren’t open and honest, the sacrament won’t work, and you won’t get what you most desire in the world.
She perked up, and tried to steady herself from swaying. “Now, when you’re fantasizing, you have been thinking filthy, impure thoughts about huge fucking cocks, right?”
“Yes, Daddy. I can’t help it!” She replied.
“What specifically have you been fantasizing about?”
“Well, I just haven’t had sex in so long, and I would really like to have exciting intercourse with a big pen-, I mean big cock.”
“Mother, I am sure your fantasies do not include words like “intercourse.” “I want you to be honest with your words. You dream about getting fucked hard and deep by a massive cock, right?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.” She said hesitantly.
“I didn’t hear that, Mom.”
“Yes, Daddy!” “Yes, what?” I asked.
“Yes, I dream every fucking night about getting fucked hard and deep by a massive cock!” She said enthusiastically.
“Thank you, Mom. And what else do you fantasize about?” I asked.
“Ummm, I want to drink all of the, uh semen.”
“So, you want to suck down all the cum from a massive cock like a good little slut?”
Her head sunk down, “yes, Daddy.”
“There is nothing to be ashamed of, this is all about accepting who you really are, how God made you.” She smiled, much less embarrassed. I grabbed her huge tits and pushed them together.
“Sweetie, thosh are my b-breasts. I don’t th-”
“Shhhh…” I cut her off. “Mom, this is part of the sacrament…wow, these are actually natural tits!” I was shocked that her enormous, perky tits were not fake. You know what men want to do to you when they see these huge tits, right?”
“Um, yes Daddy.”
“What do they want to do you, Mom?” I asked.
“They want to stick their hard cocks between them, and fuck them hard, Daddy.”
“Wow, very good, Mom. What else do they want to do?”
“They want to blow their loads all over my huge fucking tits, Daddy.”
“Excellent, right again. And what else do they want to do to your tits?”
“I dunno, Daddmmmmuungggh” I began playing with her sensitive nipples. From
my spy camera, I knew that she enjoyed her nipples being pinched.
“They want to play with your nipples, and make you squirm like a slut.”
“Unnnf, that is true, but…you’re my son an-”
“And Mom, God appears to have given you very sensitive nipples on these huge tits. There would be no point in that if God did not want these tits to be played with.”
“That make sense, oooof, but baby you shouldn’t…”
“Mom, why do you think God gave you these huge tits?”
“I, I dunno…mmmmmmf” She replied.
“Well, God does everything for a reason, right? If God wanted you to be uptight and prudish, he wouldn’t have given you a magnificent rack like this, right?”
“Right, Daddy.”
“For the next part of the sacrament. You need to tell God, honestly, what do you want more than anything in the world?” I asked, twisting her nipple hard just as she was about to answer.
“Unnnnnnnnff, I want a man with a massive cock, and I want to be his personal fucktoy. I want to worship his cock, mmmm OH fuck!, and he would use me however he wanted. I would do anything he asked. ANYTHING at all. He could fuck my throat, fuck me hard in the ass, whatever!” She seemed surprised at the filth coming out of her own mouth.
“Thank you, Mom. Doesn’t it feel good to be honest with who you are?”
“Yesss, Daddy.” She nodded, and started rubbing her legs together in excitement.
“Mom, be honest with yourself. You are a dirty little cumslut, and you just want to be fucked hard by a huge cock and swallow all the cum, right?”
“Yes, yes, yeshhhh” She replied.
“And be honest, it doesn’t matter who the man is, as long as he has a huge cock, you want to worship that cock right?”
“Yes, I don’t care who, I just want that big fucking cock!”
“You are the biggest cumslut in the world, and you want to prove that every single day to a man with a huge cock.” “Omyfuckinggodyespleaseeeeee.” She was starting to fidget to provide any release to her aching pussy.
Playing with my mom’s huge tits, and hearing her talk about getting fucking and drinking cum, I almost shot my load right in her face. Precum had started dripping from the bulbous head of my cock, and several drops fell on my Mom’s massive tits.
“What was that?” She asked.
“Oh um, just some candle wax…candles are part of the ceremony…”
“Oh, that makes sense!” She said without really thinking about it.
“Now Mom, we have established that what you want more than anything in the world is to be a faithful cumsucking whore to a man, ANY man with a monster cock that the Lord gives you, and do anything he desires, right?”
“Yes, Daddy that is the only way I will ever be happy, I need that big fucking cock!” She replied.
“In order for the sacrament to work, you need to make a solemn promise to God. You need to promise, if Lord hears your prayer and provides you with ANY man with a massive cock, that you will worship that cock, and act as that man’s personal fucktoy. You will do whatever the man desires, and be empty of other desires other than pleasing the man. Do you so promise? And remember you cannot take back this promise. You must swear to God, which as you know, cannot be broken.”
“YES, OH GOD. PLEASE, I SWEAR TO GOD THAT I WILL WORSHIP WHATEVER MAN’S HUGE FUCKING COCK, AND ACT AS HIS PERSONAL FUCKTOY, I WILL DO WHATEVER HE DESIRES!!! JUST PLEASEEEEE GIVE ME A BIG FUCKING COCK!” She was filled with religious ferver, and getting really caught up in the “sacrament.”
“Mother, one last thing before God will determine whether or not to answer your prayer, you need to demonstrate that you have really accepted your new role. You need to prove that you really are going to worship this man’s huge cock. I want you to pretend that the man with the massive cock is standing right in front of you, he just wipped out all 9 inches of rock hard meaty cock from his pants and it is starring you right in the face.”
At this description my mom was drooling, and licking her lips. She automatically stuck out her tongue and mimed a loving tease of a cockhead with her tounge, licking the imaginary shaft from the base to the tip, and then deepthroating the entire length of the cock.
“Oh wow, Mom! I think it is working! Keep going I think the Lord is going to grant your prayer!” She started miming even more aggressively like she was forcing the cock down her throat as fast as she could.
“Keep going Mom, really show how you will worship that fucking cock!” She mimed like she was aggressively choking herself to the hilt of the cock, and licking the imaginary balls at the same time.
“Mom!, it’s a miracle, the Lord has provided you with a man with a huge cock! Show him how you will worship that cock like the biggest cumslut in the world!”
At that point, I stuck the head of my cock right in my Mom’s eager mouth.
“Ofmygahd…ehthrullyhppend” She tried to speak with my cock in her mouth. I pulled it out for a second and started rubbing the full length on her face so she could feel the size.
“Oh wow, sir, you have a huge fucking cock! This is the biggest cock I have ever felt. I promise, I wi-” I forced my cock down her throat before she could continue. I roughly facefucked her, and could see her makeup streaming down from under the blindfold.
Her bright red lipstick was being smeared around her mouth. While I held my cock in her throat, I pulled off her blindfold. Her eyes looked up through tears and looked equally shocked and confused.
“Now Mom, while I have you here, you need to remember that you made a solemn promise to God himself, that you would worship whichever man he provided with a massive cock. As you already said, this is the ‘biggest cock you have ever felt.’ You must worship this cock and act as my obedient fucktoy, understood?”
I pumped her head up and down on my cock, holding her ponytail. “But, hold on.” She protested. I continued using her throat, which had no gag-reflex, and then gave her a second to catch her breath.
“Wait, but you’re my son! This is wrong! It’s a sin!” I again took her ponytail and forced her mouth down to the base of my cock.
“Remember Mom, since you have truly accepted yourself, everything you do, every filthy naughty act from now on is no longer a sin. All is forgiven.”
“Oh yuuh, thafs truu…mmmmmmmm prcunmmm.” I massaged my cock on her tongue while she talked.
“Mom, you begged God to provide you with any man with a giant cock, and that is what he gave you. Do you dispute that this is a giant cock? I rubbed my cockhead against the inside of her cheek like she was brushing her teeth while she answered.
“Nph, it’s spohhh fckiggg bigg…”
“Are you the biggest cumsucking whore in the world?” I took my dick out of her mouth and started jacking off directly in her face for full visual effect.
“Yes, Daddy!” She couldn’t take her eyes off the cock bouncing in front of her eyes, it is all she had thought or dreamed about for weeks, and it was finally here in front of her. Her already flimsy rational mind was even more outmatched due to the alcohol coursing through her system.
“God really wants me to be a depraved whore for this giant cock, who cares if my son is the one attached to it? It’s mine!” She thought to herself.
Slapping her in the face with my throbbing erection: “Mom, think about how good this monster is going to feel fucking your pussy…”
“Daddy…I can’t stop thinking about it. I want it so fucking bad… I will do anything, I will be your filthy cumslut slave, I will do anything you ask, I promise to God!” She exclaimed, still catching her breath.
“That is a good whore. First, why did you put your hair in a ponytail today?”
“I, I don’t know Daddy…” She replied embarrassed.
“You put your hair in a ponytail as a handle so that your head could be fucked.”
“Yes, Daddy, that is why I did my hair like that.”
“However, it would be better if your hair was in pigtails, so that I have handlebars for both hands to hold on.” I fixed her blonde hair quickly into ponytails.
“There, much better.” I said. My mom smiled briefly before I continued forcefully fucking her throat again.
“If you want me to fuck your pussy, you need to drink my cum first.” Now that she had submitted to me, I no longer needed the rope. I cut her bindings.
“Thank you, Daddy,” She said in a raspy lustful voice.
My Mom enthusiastically deepthroated my cock, trying desperately to get me to cum. “PLEASE DADDY, CUM IN MY FUCKING SLUT MOUTH, I NEEEEEEEEEED IT!” I couldn’t hold back anymore, and just as I was about to cum, I pulled out of her mouth, and shot giant ropes of cum on her face. It was an endless torrent of cum coating her face and dripping down to her tits. After several spurts coated her face, I filled my Mom’s mouth completely with cum.
“Holy shit, Mom. You look so fucking hot drenched in my cum.
“Fanks!” She tried to speak with her mouth full of cum.
“I want you to gargle my cum, swish it around in your mouth.” She did it without hesitation. Hey Mom, I have a great idea, you know how all those dumb bitches on your Facebook think they’re so great with their cumslut selfies?”
“Yuhh, gggggglllllllll ggllglglg glglglg” She tried to speak, but the she just kept gargling the cum. I couldn’t resist messing with my gullible whore mother. “I’m sorry, Mom, what was that?”
“Yggghhhhhhh, gluuughghghj, glllglglg glgl!!” She still didn’t get it.
“Mom, I think what you’re trying to say is, fuck those bitches, you’re the biggest cumslut in the world, and you want me to prove it by posting a video of you gargling my cum while I fuck your huge tits.”
“Yuhhh, das perffgllectglgl!!!”
After I took a nice artistic video for her social media, and was satisfied that she had savored my cum sufficiently, I ordered her to swallow.
“Swallow every drop of cum, whore.” She gulped it down and used her long red fingernail to scoop up the remainder of cum on her face, and seductively suck each drop off her finger. She stared at me with eager eyes while she ate my load. She wanted to prove that she was the biggest cumslut.
“Well, you did a good job, slut. Make sure you get every drop from the head.” I shoved my cock back into my Mom’s mouth, as she delicately licked the head of my cock, sucking every last drop of cum she could get.
“Since you did such a good job, I’m going to fuck you like the whore you are. I bent her over the kitchen table, pulled down her soaking wet black thong, and roughly shoved my still erect dick in her aching pussy.
“Ohmyfuckinggooooooooood, it’s sofuckingbigggggggg! OHfuckohfuckohfuck! You’re going to tear me in half OHMYFUCKINGGOD!” My mom was furiously rubbing her clit while I pounded away from behind.
“I’m such a fucking whore! I don’t care anymore, I want this fucking huge cock!” “Unnnnnnnnnnghhhh” My Mom was making guttural moans, as I put the entire length of my cock inside her. Soon, it was too much for her to bear and she came hard on my cock. I felt her pussy muscles tighten on my cock as her legs trembled without control.
I teased my mom with gentle thrusts. “Did you enjoy that slut?”
“Please fuck me hard, I want it to hurt, please keep fucking your whore mother. I will do ANYTHING you want. I want my son’s fucking big cock to fill me up. I FUCKING LOVE IT. I don’t care that you’re my son, just keep giving me that fucking cock. I’m a cumsucking whore. My only purpose is to satisfy that cock. Please, your mommy is such a good fucking whore! I will drink all of your cum!”
I continued pounding away, as waves of pleasure came over my mother. She was soaking wet, and her moans likely could be heard two streets over. “UGGGHH, Daddy that feels so fucking goooood! Please, cum in my fucking slutty mouth. I NEED YOUR CUM RIGHT NOWWWWW!
“Not just yet, Mom. I want to try one more thing…” She may be dim, be she knew what was coming next.
“OHHH, Daddy, fffffuuuuuuuuuck, please go slow with my tight little asshole.” I took my index finger and rubbed it over my Mom’s dripping wet pussy lips, and as my cock was deep in her pussy, I shoved my finger into her ass. “Unnnnnnghhhh, oh Daddy, I’ve always wanted to try thissssssss. It seemed so fucking wrong and hotttttttt, unnngggfh, but it’s a sinnnnnn to get fucccckkeed OH FUCKING GOD!!…in the ass.” I kept thrusting into her pussy, and pumping my finger in and out of her ass.
“But now…unnnng, my sins are forgiven, and I can HOLYFUCKINGSHIT, be the anal slut I always UGH UGHHH wanted to beeeee.”
With that, I pulled my cock out of her pussy, and grabbed my Mom’s vibrator and giant dildo from under a cushion on the couch. “Hey Mom, God blessed you with some more gifts!” I said.
“Oh, mmmfmf, I don’t think I need those anymore, I’ve got this big fucking cock to satisfy me.” She replied.
“Oh, well then I should just get rid of them then…” With that, I Shoved the oversized dildo deep into my Mom’s pussy. “Mmmmmmmmmmm Daddy.” She purred.
Then I turned the vibrator on high, and placed it on my Mom’s clit. “Oh fffffffff fucking holy fuckkkkk!!! While my Mom was rolling in ecstacy, I pushed the head of my thick cock into her asshole.
“Ohhhhhh, Daddy!!! I said you knew just how to treat a woman like me.”
I slowly pushed my cock deeper into her ass. “Fckkkkkkkkkkkk mmmmm, you…you, ughhhhhhhhh, you treat her like the fucking WHORE SHE IS HOLY SHIT, IM SO FUCKING FULL! THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD DADDY I CAN’T HANDLE IT!”
I built up my thrusts harder and harder until she was taking my full length in her ass. She came hard with her eyes rolling back, ironically, it sounded like she was speaking in tongues: “gl ugh guuuhhhhh, mmmmmmfff OHFUCK Uhhgh!!!” She was shivering and bablling for a while.
After she calmed down, her voice was much different than I had heard. It was sultry and smoldering: “Oh Daddy…you have made me feel soooo good. I want to make that big fucking cock feel just as good. Tell me where that big fucker wants to cummm. I know it’s going to be a huge load.”
“Get on your knees, whore.” I demanded.
My mom quickly got on her knees, holding her tits, and pinching her nipples. With her blonde hair in pigtails, and her tongue sticking out as far as it would go, she looked just like the pornstars she had seen over and over for the past few weeks.
“Pleeease Daddy!, *gluck gluck gluck* I want your cummmmmm* *gluck gluck gluck*” Hearing my formerly conservative, devout, Christian mom beg for my cum like a desperate jizz addict, I quickly unloaded another massive load into her mouth.
This time, my mother tried to swallow the cum like a dutiful slut as soon as it reached her tongue. However, I had built up a truly huge load seeing my mother completely transform into my personal cumslut, and my cock went off like a firehose.
My mother tried her best, but the cum started to overflow her mouth, and drip down her chin. Some hit the floor. “Oh no! I’m so so sorry Daddy! I tried my best to swallow all the cum, but that big fucking cock of yours gave me too much cum! I will do better next time, I promise!” She quickly tried to scoop all the cum on her face and tits into her mouth.
“Make sure you get it all, slut.” I ordered. “Yes, Daddy, of course. Mommy will eat every drop of cum like the depraved whore she is.” After lovingly eating all of the cum on her body, she got down on all fours and licked the floor to get the rest of my cum.
“Did I do good Daddy?” My mom asked while polishing my cock clean with her tongue.
“Yes slut, you serviced my cock well. How do you feel?”
After hearing that she was a good slut, my mom had the biggest cum-covered smile on her face. “Oh Daddy, I have never been happier in my life! I feel like I have exactly what I need, what I have always wanted right here.” She lovingly kissed the head of my cock, gently tonguing and massaging the head. She giggled and looked up at me with lust and satisfaction in her eyes.
“You know, Daddy… I have been really unhappy since your father died, and these past few weeks, I have felt like I was missing my purpose in life. This might sound strange, but I think I was born to service this beautiful cock. I have accepted myself as your filthy cumdrinking whore mother.”
“God wants me to be your cumslut, your sex slave, your eager little fucktoy to use and abuse. You can fuck my tight little holes with that huge fuckstick whenever, however wherever you want, and it won’t be sin! I will debase myself and do whatever you say from now on. I can’t believe I got so lucky!” She could not stop smiling and thanking the lord for her good fortune. She was still on her knees looking up at me.
“Oh my sweet mother, I know that some day you are going to be the filthiest cumsucking whore in the whole world.”
Tears of joy filled her eyes, and she asked me “what do I need to do, Daddy?”
THE END
Every mom should be a godless cumslut who worships her son’s Master cock forever.
Always wanted to fuck my mom