Family Worship

When finally I fell back, completely spent, Kent climbed between her sticky thighs and began to fuck her again. Gwen sobbed and quivered as my orgasmic touch was replaced by the more powerful sensation of being fucked by her son. When she was coherent enough, she frantically beckoned me to her side and took hold of my cock so she could rub her juices and mine over her face, licking and kissing my penis between breathless exclamations of, "This is God's plan! This is what's meant to be. Glory in it, John. Glory in love whenever it is offered."

Finally, her son's steady thrusts transported her to some place where words were meaningless and like the early time, this particular bout of lovemaking seemed to be more intimate. I quietly dressed and left them to their incestuous union, glancing back once to see them locked together, cock and pussy in orgasmic bliss, the very embodiment of love. It struck me as I left that in all the years I'd attended church, I'd never felt the presence of God so greatly as then.

The next morning, as I set next to my mother while Reverend Walker droned on about the wages of sin, my gaze continuously wandered to Kent and his mother sitting together, alone on the second row of pews on the right hand side as had been tradition for decades in our church. I wondered if anyone else could see the power...the sexual energy that flowed between them. I wondered how they managed to control themselves here in front of everyone. Were mother and son momentarily sated...Gwen's cunt still leaking her son's semen while Kent's aching and no doubt weary cock reveled in the joyous memory of his mother's pussy? I had no doubt that as the Reverend led us all in prayer, his wife and son were silently giving thanks to God for allowing their love and desire to surface and be realized in its true and intended form.

As the service neared its end, I kept glancing at my mother, my own teenage fantasies suddenly evolving into something more as I wistfully admired her lovely body and imagined her and I having the same loving relationship that Kent and his mother now shared. Mom caught me glancing at her and she smiled back...a mother's loving smile that filled my heart with warmth and love and swelled my cock with desire. A thousand fantasies unfolded as I imagined having the courage to steal her away from Dad, fantasies that grew stronger with each passing day ever after that.

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"Gwen and Kent have been lovers since that day two years ago," I said, having told my mother everything about that first passionate week. "I doubt a day has gone by that she hasn't had her son's cock inside her." Mom stared at me from the couch, breathing hard and making it impossible not to notice her breasts raising and falling beneath her silk robe, her nipples thick and obviously erect beneath the thin cloth.

"And you've been fucking her too?" Mom's voice was etched with anger, making it sound as if she was grinding out each word between clinched teeth.

I shrugged and replied, "Off and on...a few times a month when she gets the urge." I sat up in Dad's recliner, dropping the footrest down as I tried to get comfortable which wasn't easy. I was hard from telling the story despite my mother's clear anger. "I think Gwen...Mrs. Walker is happy with just Kent's cock most of the time, but now and again, she wants to be...fucked like a whore by more than one man."

Mom's eyes widened and she said, "You mean more than just you and her son?"

I nodded and said, "Oh yeah. I've known Gwen to take on four guys at once when she's got a mind to." I paused, considering how much I should say, but decided to plunge on. "Remember that Youth Retreat I went to last Spring? Kent went. I went. So did Jimmy and Sean and Mike...and Gwen went as our chaperone."

My mother's mouth dropped open and she had to make an effort to reply. "You mean she and all of you...?"

I smiled. "Oh yeah. We made a brief appearance at the retreat and then spent the remaining three days in a cabin on Lake Grant. We um...literally fucked her until she couldn't walk and she still wanted more."

"Jesus Christ!" Mom whispered and downed the last of her glass of scotch. She paused for a moment and then looked at me suspiciously. "Wait a minute. I thought Heather McGee went with you guys on that trip!"

I laughed nervously as I recalled Heather, just turned eighteen, her hair a bright fire engine red on top of her head and between her stocky thighs and nodded. "Yeah...that's when Gwen discovered she had an appetite for pussy too."

Mom closed her eyes and whispered, "Oh my Lord!" I wondered what she was envisioning in her mind...if she was even coming close to glimpsing the carnality of that weekend. The image of Gwen and Heather locked in a sixty-nine, slurping young men's semen out of each other's cunts even as we took turns fucking them both over and over, was forever burned into my memory...an image I would always cherish.

My reverie of that erotic memory was interrupted as Mom abruptly rose and paced around the room, finally pausing before the great window looking out onto our street. Not looking at me she said quietly, "So for a little over two years, you've been fucking our preacher's wife who's also her own son's lover?"

"Yes, Mom," I replied.

And Gwen Walker is not only fucking her son and you, but has other lovers?"

"Yes...I know of at least six guys and two women."

"Boys...young men from our church?"

"Yes, Mom...at least most of them go to the Baptist church."

Mom shook her head and glanced over her shoulder at me with an angry, contemptuous expression. "So, is anyone else fucking their mother?"

I hesitated and then shrugged. "I'm not sure. I think Jimmy Boggs and his mother...um, Dana, are. I don't know for sure, but I saw them on campus, walking hand in hand like they were..."

"Like they were lovers?" Mom finished for me. She nodded as if she knew something I didn't. She sat her glass down on the edge of a small table and then drew the blinds together, making the room feel smaller and despite the light from the table lamps, darker. Mom walked over to stand before me, her face flushed with anger, her hands resting on her hips. "And you...John Hilton, you sit there and tell me that for years you've been fantasizing about fucking me...fucking your mother?"

My mouth felt dry and my face burned with a great flush of embarrassment. "Yes, Mom, I've fantasized about you for longer than I can remember."

Mom spoke again, the words coming out bitterly. "And, John Hilton, you dare to sit there and tell me that for the last two years, you've been trying to work up the nerve to actually approach me...to try and seduce me so you can fuck your mother and make her like Gwen...an incestuous whore?"

It took a moment for me to answer. Even neck deep in shit as I was, I couldn't help but find Mom so incredibly sexy. I could barely take my eyes off her heaving chest to look into her lovely face and murmur, "I cannot lie to you, Mom. It's been my greatest dream."

Mom's hand lashed out, catching me by surprise as she slapped me hard across the face as she screamed, "GODDAMN YOU, SON!" As tears formed in my eyes in reaction to my burning cheek, before I could move or speak, Mom suddenly swarmed into my lap, her knees straddling me as her robe parted and I felt her naked crotch against my lap.

Mom held my face tight between her palms, bringing her head so close to mine that her lips almost brushed mine. She stared into my eyes, so much like her lovely brown orbs, with flames of anger flashing in them and in a tight, almost anguished voice, said, "You're telling me that you've been fucking that whore of a preacher's wife for two goddamn years -- the whole time wishing you were fucking me and only now...only now when I'm confronting you about this whole sordid affair you actually confess how you feel about me...about your mother?"

I wasn't sure what to say. Mom was acting totally unlike herself while I struggled to maintain my composure while fully aware that except for her thin, silk gown, Mom was naked in my lap. "I'm sorry, Mom. I know it's wrong to think this way..."

"You don't anything, John," Mom said in nearly a whisper, her lips so achingly close...so close I could almost feel them brushing mine. "Do you know what my life has been like? Your father might as well be a fucking eunuch for as much as he touches me." Her hands tightened against my face and as she continued, I was suddenly aware of the pain in her voice. "You've let me suffer for two long years while Gwen fucking Walker has lived a life of glorious fucking pleasure when your own mother lies in bed night after night, lonely, unfulfilled, unloved and so very goddamn horny!"

"Mom?" I whispered, trying to make myself believe what my mother was implying.

"How could you not see what I needed, son? Did you think Gwen Walker could be the only neglected wife in the world. Your father is never here. I needed a man here...here in my life and in my bed. Don't you think I've never looked at you as a man...a handsome, virile man and wondered what you'd be like in bed?" Tears were falling down Mom's cheeks now as her voice rose to almost a scream. "I'VE BEEN SITTING HERE UNLOVED FOR TWO YEARS...YOU SHOULD HAVE TRIED TO FUCK ME, JOHN!"

I was stupefied to the point of being unable to speak. Finally, I stutterered, "Mom...I-I didn't know...I'm sorry."

Mom rolled her eyes and replied, "I don't want you to be sorry, son! I want you to fuck me...FUCK ME NOW!" Mom kissed me then, her lips pressed hard, almost painfully against mine as her tongue slipped into my open mouth. It took me a moment to recover and then I was kissing her back as I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tight against my body. I felt my heart pounding, falling into a matching rhythm with her heart that I could feel beating wildly as her breasts pillowed against my chest.

Then we began to tilt back as the recliner's action worked until we were almost horizontal, Mom atop me, her luscious body squirming atop mine, her pelvis hunching against my jeans while her hands searched for and began undoing my belt. A series of violent contortions and maneuvers followed as she began to tug and pull at my clothes, breaking our kiss momentarily so that I could yank her silk gown up and over her head, revealing her incredible body. We twisted and turned, Mom using hands and feet to free me from my jeans and T-shirt until we were both naked, her skin feeling so incredibly warm against my body...as if she had a terrible fever.

Our hands roamed wildly -- Mom squeezing my ass cheeks and then sliding around to grope my hard cock while I cupped and mauled her large, still very youthful and upright breasts and slid a hand over her trimmed thicket of a bush, finding her already sopping wet pussy -- her long lipped labia already spreading like a morning lily.

We kissed and caressed each other for what seemed an eternity, but a notion settled over me as somehow we turned and tumbled on that stretched out recliner until Mom rested beneath me, her legs draped over the arms of the chair and my cock nestled lengthways against her fiery slit. The notion became a hunger and then a compulsion and I broke our soulful kiss as I shifted my weight back, bringing down the foot rest as I landed on the carpet on my knees while Mom came to an abrupt upright position, her heavy breasts bouncing as she sat up.

I ran my hands along Mom's thighs until my fingers were framing her lovely cunt -- her muff a trimmed and thick triangle that pointed towards her creamy pussy. I looked up at Mom who was wide-eyed with excitement, her mouth hanging open, holding her breath. "I love you, Mom!" I cried. "I promise to spend the rest of my life making things up to you." I stuck my tongue out at her and added, "Beginning right now!"

I shoved my face into my mother's cunt with such force, I could feel her exhale in a great whoosh. I rubbed my face against her wet, slick flesh and her surprisingly soft bush, inhaling her scent that just in itself, sent bolts of arousal through my body and then I was madly lashing my tongue up and down her pussy, licking her thick, creamy juices of her thick, long labia and then delving deep with my tongue stiffened to probe her sweet inner flesh.

Mom's hands clapped down on my head, fingers intertwining in my shaggy brown locks to better hold me in place even as she screamed in shock and delight. There was both pleasure and disbelief in her voice as she moaned, "Ohhhh, John! Yessss...that feels so good!" hunching her crotch against my face.

As I furiously licked and slurped my mother's pussy, I had to devote a little concentration to not cumming on the spot...the simple knowledge that I was going down on my mother, licking the delicious juices from the hole I had sprung from...the pussy I had for so long dreamed of returning to, enough to make me cum without either of us laying so much as a hand on my throbbing cock. It was touch and go for a minute or two, but finally my need to climax receded and I redoubled my efforts to pleasure my mother orally.

I could feel Mom twist and writhe in the chair, her thighs shifting to assist her hands in keeping me clamped in place, slightly muffling her cries of long awaited pleasure. I wondered if in the grip of such carnal delight, Mom would have begrudged the fact that I was pleasuring her so well because I had so many times practiced on Gwen Walker's pussy, eating her sweet pussy while she sucked Kent's cock or at other times, allowed him to take her anally while I licked her pussy.

I put those thoughts aside as my fingers gently caressed Mom's clitoris, assisting it to emerge from its little protective hood -- a lovely little pink nub. With my face dripping with Mom's pussy juice, I brought my lips close to the swollen little organ and gently blew on it, eliciting a loud gasp from Mom! "Ohhhhhh, baby...oh, John...what are you doing, son! Feels sooooo good!"

"Keeping that promise, Mom. I love you and I love your sweet pussy!"

I extended my tongue and with the very tip, flicked it across my mother's clitoris once -- twice -- three times before Mom's body violently convulsed as she screamed, "OH, GOD, YES, JOHN!" and then I was being splashed by Mom's hot juices spraying out of her pussy, surprising me. I laughed, thinking Mom had just lost control and pissed on me, but I as her juices flowed over my tongue, I knew I was tasting her juicy cunt. Mom was surprised too, moaning as she quivered above me, her legs kicking reflexively, "Oh, Lord...that felt incredible...I've heard of...but I've never done that before." There was a look of wonder on Mom's face -- her lips eventually spreading into a lewd smile as she gasped, "Do it again!"

I laughed and immediately licked her clit again and again Mom sprayed my face with her liquid love, screaming wordlessly as this time I didn't back off, but instead enveloped her entire nub between my lips, being gentle but aggressive as my tongue flitted over the swollen nub again and again.

"I LOVE YOU!" Mom screamed and sobbed as she bucked her pelvis against me, gushing pussy juices as her entire body seemed to levitate and spasm as she was galvanized with a massive orgasm. I felt her hands scrabbling and pushing at my head, sobbing, "FUCK....OH GODDDD! TOO GOOD...GOTTA STOP...LOVE IT BUT GOTTA STOP!" I resisted releasing Mom's clitoris from my mouth until from the tone of her cries I knew she was reaching that perilous border that exists between pleasure and pain.

I let her slip from my mouth and watched my mother convulse and shake for several seconds as her orgasm rioted through her body, reveling in her carnal appearance as I felt her copious juices drip from my chin to my chest and thighs. Then as Mom's climax seemed to start ebbing, I said, "Time for more, Mom!" and plunged my face back between her thighs and began licking her pussy from one end to the other, reigniting my mother's orgasm.

I took mercy on her and paid direct attention to her clitoris only occasionally, focusing my efforts and licking and nibbling on her labia in between delving deep between her pussy lips, tasting her sweet and pungent flesh overflowing with her creamy juices. Mom bounced around, wriggling in the recliner, rolling out of one orgasm into another, sometimes sobbing wordlessly as the ecstasy that she was experiencing stole her ability to speak while other times, she screamed and moaned her love for me. I lost track of how long I ate her pussy, just enjoying the knowledge that I was giving my mother pleasure unlike any she'd ever had experienced.

Finally, with my jaw muscles aching, I sat back on my haunches and grinned up at Mom. She never looked more beautiful, sitting back in the recliner with her tall and shapely body sprawled out -- her breasts heaving up and down as she gasped for air and her legs again flung wide over the arms of the chair, her long, dark brown hair in wild tangles from running her fingers through it...her pale, flawless skin mottled with a sexual flush.

"Incredible...fucking incredible!" Mom muttered between labored gasps for air. "You've made me cum more in a few minutes than your father has in fifteen years."

"I love you, Mom," I said, breathing a little heavy myself. "I'm sorry I've been a fool for so long. You'll never be ignored again."

Mom struggled to sit up and once she did, she flung her arms around me and pulled me to her, kissing me passionately -- apparently not minding the taste of her own aroused cunt on my lips and tongue. After a few minutes of intense tongue dueling, Mom broke the kiss and said breathlessly, "John Hilton, if you don't fuck your mother right here and now, I will just up and die!"

"We can't let that happen, Mom," I murmured.. I kissed her again and then rose to my feet, climbing between her legs which she again threw over the arms of the chair. I pushed her back and we both began to tilt as her seat reclined and in a single motion, we seemed to go horizontal even as I fell between her thighs -- my aching cock sliding between Mom's labia, both of us gasping as I buried my cock in the most perfect, fiery and wet flesh.

As I sank inch after inch of my long and hard cock into Mom's pussy, I watched her face and was thrilled and gratified to see a heavenly expression of utter bliss and contentment spread across her face -- confirmation that Mom felt the same way that I did -- that this was meant to be...that our bond of family and blood elevated our coupling to a new plane of intimacy.

Tears began tracking down Mom's face again as she gasped, "I love you, son. I love you more than I ever dreamed I could...ohhhhhhh...loved anyone." Mom flexed her hips upward, grinding her pussy against my crotch as I buried myself deeply -- marveling at the way her silky, slick flesh felt as it tightened around my shaft, holding me in place deep within her womb.

"Love you too, Mom," I whispered back. "Now and forever, Mom," I added before I kissed her and began to thrust into her. Mom's tongue dueled frantically with mine as we kissed, slowing only as my cock thrusts drew deep, pleasured moans from her with each slow, sweet stroke -- her pussy flesh wrapped tightly around my throbbing penis.

I thought my head was beginning to spin dizzily, but then as Mom cried out as a jolt drove my cock deeper than before into her womb, I realized with some amusement that the recliner and rolled backwards into its final setting, leaving us almost horizontal again. I continued to thrust into my mother, each movement a little quicker and more forceful than the last. As Mom crooned and sighed, she drew her legs up and wrapped them around my back, her ankles crossing as she pulled me tighter into her.

The sheer rightness of the moment was almost overwhelming. Over the last two years, I had heard Gwen and Kent talk about how perfect it was when they were joined together...Gwen being very specific in her thoughts -- "John, you're a wonderful lover with an incredible cock, but I swear to heaven above, when my son is inside me...I feel completed and whole as if because Kent sprang from my womb, his cock was meant to be in me. When I make love to him, it's like I'm touching the face of God...it's like I've become..."

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