Family Worship

With the skill developed from two years of near constant fucking of his mother, Kent began to thrust into Mom as Gwen stepped to me, both our gazes locked on their carnally joined bodies. I have to be honest...I wasn't sure how I would feel seeing another man fucking my mother and I confess that there was tinges of jealousy as I watched Mom's legs, shaking with effort, rise up and wrap around Kent's hips, her heels digging into his buttocks, but...damn, I felt my own half-erect cock jerk and swell as I watched the lewd and wondrous sight of my mother in the throes of sexual bliss as my best friend plowed his cock into her again and again. As much as I wanted that to be me in between my mother's thighs, fucking her hard, I found myself incredibly aroused to watch her fucking someone else.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Gwen breathed into my ear, her naked body rubbing up against mine. "Kent had told me many times how incredibly exciting it was to watch you or Jimmy or one of the others fucking my brains out."

"Mom's lovely...like a goddess," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Exactly right, John," said Kent's mother. "Candace is filled with the spirit of the Lord and as such is divine...her orgasm is God's presence made manifest." As Gwen said Mom's name, Mom turned to look at us, her mouth gaping open in ecstasy and her eyes both seeing us and something beyond.

As Mom moaned, her back arching up off the communion table, Gwen slowly sank to her knees, her eyes never leaving Mom and her son as she reached out and with one hand guided my cum covered cock into her mouth. "There are many forms of communion, Candace," she said with a reverential tone before her tongue lashed over my growing penis, lapping up streamers of my semen and thick glops of Mom's pussy cream that coated my erection.

"SO-s-so b-beautiful," Mom sobbed as Kent fucked her, leaning over to suck on Mom's swollen nipples that jutted out from her heavy, rolling breasts. Her legs jerked back and up as the combination of Kent's cock fucking her and the sight of his mother sucking my cock triggered a tremendous orgasm. Mom's toes curled as her muscles clenched in carnal ecstasy.

Again, we began to raise a joyful noise, between the wet sounds of fucking and sucking and the screams and moans of pleasure creating a sexual gospel tune that seemed to echo off the church rafters. Amidst cries of "Fuck me!" and "Such good cock!" and "Sweet, sweet pussy!" were mixed praises to God for making us this way...for providing us with so many ways to achieve pleasure. Later, when I had time to reflect, I doubted that in the long history of our church had there ever been such a joyous celebration of God.

Gwen sucked me until I was so erect that it was nearly painful, my cock spanking clean of semen and pussy juice and now dripping with the minister's wife's saliva. As Mom and Kent both reached orgasm nearly at the same time, Gwen continued to kneel at my feet, my cock in her hand which she rubbed over her face, kissing the swollen, throbbing head from time to time.

Mom's scream were increasingly hoarse as she writhed on the table while Kent moaned, "Cumming...God love you, I'm cumming!" As he filled her with his hot seed, Mom's orgasm became stronger, her quaking body making the communion table rock and bang as she convulsed in the throes of divine ecstasy. A long stream of babble emerged from Mom's lips as she continued to cum...maybe she was nearly mindless from overwhelming pleasure or perhaps she was speaking in tongues, her orgasm allowing her to be filled with holy spirit.

When Kent finally withdrew from Mom's pussy, Gwen was there to meet him, on her knees, taking Kent's cock into her mouth even as streamers of semen and her creams hung between Mom's pussy and his penis, the hot fluids splattering against Gwen's lips and cheek. I crossed to Mom's side and as her cum glazed eyes turned to me, I leaned down and kissed her, murmuring, "Mom, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. I love you."

Mom sobbed back, "I love you too, son. I n-never imagined it could be so-so wonderful."

She threw her trembling arms around my neck and pulled me in for another kiss, her tongue hungrily seeking mine as her orgasm waned. Suddenly she jerked as if hit by an electric shock, our kiss dissolving in a lewd groan as she raised her head up and we both looked down between her thighs.

At the end of the table, kneeling between Mom's spread legs was Gwen, her hands on Mom's inner thighs, thumbs just scant inches from Mom's gaping open and sperm filled cunt. "Candace...I suspect this might be new to you, but I would love to join our sons in bringing you pleasure and exposing to you more of God's blessing."

Mom trembled and sighed as she said, "I've never...oh yes, Gwen, please, lick my pussy!"

Gwen laughed and plunged her face into my mother's cunt, making Mom cry out as her tongue slipped into Mom's overly sensitive and well fucked pussy. Gwen drew back, her cheeks and chin and lips frosted with semen and pussy juices. She stuck out her tongue which held thick globs of my and Kent's semen and then swallowed. She winked slyly at us and said in a lust tinged voice, "I'm getting something special out of this as well...something delicious!"

Kent's mother again pressed her face into Mom's pussy, enthusiastically licking and lapping at my mother's quivering cunt flesh. She sucked Mom's labia into her mouth, sucking semen and Mom's creamy juices off them before delving deep into my mother's sperm sodden flesh. The lovely blonde woman was the very vision of carnal delight as every time she drew back from Mom, her face was a mess smear of semen and pussy juice, stringers of all those fluids hanging from Gwen's face to Mom's pussy.

Kent moved to Mom's head, offering her his cock which his mother had sucked clean moments before. Mom tried her best to lick and suck the tip of his hard penis, but was going in and out of ecstatic convulsions as Gwen continued to lick her pussy. Mom's legs spread and shot out wide as Kent's mother discovered her clitoris and began teasing and nipping at it with her lips. "OH GOD...FUCK YESSSSSS!" Mom screamed as her entire body went rigid and suddenly she was gushing pussy juice on Gwen's surprised face, the room filling with the smell of aroused cunt as she practically pissed pussy juices into the blonde woman's open mouth.

Gwen sat back, licking her lips and laughing as Mom's juices dripped from her chin to splatter across her breasts and then she was on her feet, agilely climbing atop the communion table, her body slithering over Mom's naked and sweaty form until finally Gwen was able to kiss my mother with her cum covered lips. As I watched Mom frantically kiss Kent's mother, her tongue rolling across Gwen's face in an effort to taste Kent and myself as well as herself on Gwen's lips, I felt my cock throb with incestuous need and couldn't help but glance over at Kent and with a big grin on my face, say, "Praise the Lord!"

Watching Mom and Gwen in a Sapphic embrace had both Kent and I watching ardently as the women kissed and then flailed around until finally Gwen was on bottom with my mother atop her and for the first time in her life licking another woman's cunt while Gwen continued to plunge her long tongue into Mom's sopping wet pussy.

Finally, Kent and I could stand it no longer. I dragged the large, padded chair on the platform around so I could kneel on it behind Mom and as Gwen slithered her tongue along my shaft, plunged my aching erection into Mom's pussy. Gwen let out a soulful wail as Kent stepped to the other end of the communion table and rammed his long, hard penis into his mother.

A joyful noise ensued as sons fucked mothers while mothers licked at each others cunts, lapping off pussy juice from the thrusting cocks, filling the sanctuary with the wet and lewd sounds of incestuous fucking mixed with the cries, moans and groans of four men and women engaged in motherfucking of the most holiest kind.

Again, I was struck by the feeling of having retreated into an earlier era of pagan worship, perceiving the primordial power of sex and its ability to tap into the divine world and even as I reveled in the unsurpassable sensation of my mother's pussy tightening around my thrusting cock, a part of me wondered if the relationship between God and humanity hadn't been obscured over time by clinging so resolutely to scripture that obsessed with outmoded societal constraints and restrictions and that somehow, by divine intervention or by accident, we had stumbled upon this more powerful and intimate way to connect with God and with those we should love the most.

Of course, focusing on radical religious theory was impossible -- what with the sight of two beautiful mature women writhing in incestuous ecstasy, knowing that the slick labia molding around my cock like a greedy mouth belonged to my mother and that the grunts and groans coming from her were of my own doing. I got a glimpse into heaven as Mom raised her head and flinging her now sweaty and tangled tresses out of the way, looked over her shoulder at me, a feral, lusty sneer on her face which was dripping copious amounts of Gwen's cunt creams.

"I love your fucking cock, son...fuck Momma hard...make Momma scream so God in heaven will hear how good my son is fucking me!" Mom snarled, her voice becoming more of a sob as she finished. She began to turn her head back, her dark hair falling across her face, but her brown eyes were still on me as she ended with, "I love you, John!"

I took her words to heart and redoubled my efforts, impaling Mom again and again with my cock, the sound of my thighs slapping into her toned ass cheeks echoing like gunshots through the church. Gwen sobbed something that was unintelligible between being in the throes of orgasm from her son's determined fucking and her tongue being very busy slithering around my cum soaked shaft and Mom's dripping flesh.

Finally, I saw Kent's face begin to twist in a way I recognized from many bouts of he and I fucking his mother and he struggled not to cum even as he began thrusting his dick harder and faster into Gwen's pussy, I began fucking Mom harder as well, until we were both on the verge and then as our mothers began to orgasm again, we both shoved deep into our moms' wombs and flooded their hot, wet pussies with our youthful and vigorous semen, sending their cries of pleasure to new heights as they conveyed their pleasure to both us and God.

Eventually, we were all sitting on the top step of the altar, Kent and I bracketing our naked mothers who went back and forth from kissing us to kissing each other. Finally, Mom leaned back against me and looked at Gwen and Kent and said, "This has been so incredible...I can barely get my mind around it." She reached out and stroked Gwen's semen and pussy juice smeared face with one hand while one hand gently stroked my weary, but still semi-erect cock. "I feel so...so blessed. Like the world has suddenly opened up and is offering so many new paths."

Gwen looked at Mom sleepily and smiled as she replied, "You have been blessed. You now know what God's purpose for you is...who you were always meant to be with...to love for the rest of your life." She tilted her head back to kiss her son and then looked back at us. "The Lord has opened the door for you and you have stepped over the threshold and His blessings are just beginning."

Gwen took Kent's hand and placed it on her stomach, leaving her hand atop his. "The wonders that the Lord has in store for you two if you remain faithful to each other are limitless. Maybe, you will be blessed with the ultimate gift of God in your future, just as he has seen fit to bless my son and I." Mother and son looked at us, smiling a bit mysteriously as their joined hands slowly caressed Gwen's belly.

I totally missed her point, but Mom suddenly gasped and said, "Gwen...you...you're going to have your son's baby!"

Gwen's eyes misted up and she nodded as an expression of happiness spread across her face. Mom gave a cry of delighted amazement and reached out and hugged Gwen and then kissed her and then Kent who was beaming with pride and love for his mother.

After we left them, Mom was silent for a while, but finally reached over and placed her hand on mine. "I can barely breathe, John."

Are you okay, Mom?" I asked, slowing the car down as I glanced at Mom...her face looking both ghostly and angelic in the light of the dashboard.

Mom nodded and sighed. "So much has happened in the last day or so, son. I can barely contain all that I'm feeling...the possibilities of what lies ahead are just...overwhelming."

"Is that good or bad, Mom?" I said, pulling all the way over to the curb. I put the car in park and then kissed Mom's hand.

"The last time I think I felt this way was when you were born, John." Mom said softly. "Your father was out making phone calls or something and the nurse put you into my arms and when I looked into your face, it was like the world just exploded with possibilities." Mom smiled at me. "I never knew I could love anyone as much as I loved you...not that I knew that when you were grown, I'd love you all the much more."

"Is that good or bad, Mom?" I repeated.

"It was good...and exciting, just imagining what you would grow up to become and how our lives were forever changed." Mom leaned over and kissed me. "And now it's the same way, darling. So many possible lives are ahead of us and with each passing moment more possibilities offer themselves up." In the dim light of the dashboard, I could tell she was blushing as she looked at me almost shyly and said, "When I first fucked you, I was just lost in the sheer pleasure of fucking my son, but now...after hearing Gwen tell us she was having her son's baby..."

Mom licked her lips and said, "Son, I'm sitting here in a puddle of my own pussy juices just thinking that you and I could have a son or a daughter of our own and I can't believe how I have no feelings of uncertainty about this...that I want your big, beautiful cock in me every moment of every day and I want to have your...our child." She shook her head and said, "It sounds crazy, doesn't it?"

I slowly shook my head in the negative and replied, "No, I think it would be wonderful and I think we were both thinking it even before Gwen told us about their baby." I glanced down the dimly lit tree-lined street before us, homes scattered here and there with windows lit and shadows occasionally passing by one. "It's simply God's will...God's plan and always has been. A man and woman in love want to make that love grow and they do that by being brave enough to make a baby...bringing more life and love into a world that can never have enough love in it."

I squeezed Mom's hand and said, "I love you, Mom...now and forever."

Mom leaned over and kissed me again and then whispered in a near tearful voice, "I love you, son. Now take me home and love me...give me a baby!"

I have always been a good son and tried to obey my mother and so I did as she asked. We went home and went to bed and made love long into the night...something we have done every night since then.

Certainly there were rocky moments ahead, for Mom and I, and Kent and his mother. That following Sunday morning, emotions were tense and strong as the Church Elders confronted Gwen who held her own ground when confronted.

The lovely blonde mother rose from her seat, Kent holding her hand and rising alongside her as the head deacon of the church demanded an explanation. "I deny nothing my husband alleges and I apologize for nothing either. I believe that the dissolution of my marriage is the will of God and while I acknowledge that I broke my marriage vows to that cold hearted man, I believe it was the Lord who held my hand and showed me a better, more loving path to trod."

With her brilliant blue eyes shining, Gwen looked around the room and continued, "God's plan for me is mine and my son's affair alone and I will not suffer to explain it to you, although..." She paused as her eyes came to rest on Dana Boggs and her son, Jimmy and then on Mom and me. "Although there are many of you who, I think understand and realize that God's purpose will reveal itself to those eyes that will see."

Gwen sat back down as Deacon Brewer looked on, somewhat perplexed. Three weeks later, a new minister was hired and Gwen and Kent moved out of the parsonage...after a last gathering of mothers and sons occurred in the sanctuary of the church that even all these years later, remains gloriously burned into my mind...a gathering that saw more than just we four.

Many people within the church would remember that Autumn of 1980 as the Autumn of Divorce as several marriages died quick and merciful deaths. When Dad returned from his latest trip, he was greeted by a notice of divorce by the lawyers of Mom's legal firm. I was with Mom as she told my father that she wanted a divorce and to put an end to a marriage that had truthfully been dead for years.

Dad studied us both with a serious and chilling eye and whether he actually deduced the true motivation behind Mom's actions, he never said, but agreed that whatever love had existed between them had died long ago. He made no recriminations and other than a few contentious issues over money, their divorce proceeded painlessly and Dad became more or less a memory in our lives.

Reverend Walker divorced Gwen from a long distant venue...the entire proceedings worked out by the lawyers. The last I heard, the Reverend was ministering a church in Idaho, remarried to a former missionary. They had no children.

Dana Boggs divorced her husband in an ugly affair that had gossips wagging their tongues all over town. Dana and Jimmy left town and are living in Southern Ohio, still happy and in love and perhaps another time, I will share their story. I understand that they are now enjoying being grandparents.

One of Gwen's other young lovers, Sean and his mother also left town under a cloud of rumors, along with Heather who married Sean. They both live with Sean's mother in Tampa, Florida and I have often wondered about the magic that their lives must have created.

Gwen and Kent left town at Christmas, moving out of state so that Kent could attend seminary in Kentucky in a small college nestled into the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains. In time, Gwen and her son settled in Eastern Kentucky, taking on the ministry of a small rural church as husband and wife. Their daughter, Anna was born without complications, a bright and beautiful child with her mother's blonde hair. We visit once in a while, renewing our commitment to our new understanding of love by joining them in impassioned lovemaking.

Alas, those visits were never as often as we wanted, but we kept up through letters and cards and the occasional phone call. I've kept a photo album of their Christmas cards which were always photos of their family. In leafing through that, Mom and I have marked the passage of the years of our beloved friends. I marvel as I see the earliest of these photos being of Kent and Gwen with their baby in their arms. I can see both my old friend and his mother, mature and grow into the autumn of their lives even as their baby grew into a lovely child, then teenager and eventually a lovely young woman. Along the way, we admired how lovely Gwen was as her belly swelled up a second time and then the following year, their Christmas card displayed a second daughter they named Candace.

In the latest card, received just a few weeks ago, Mom and I admired how youthful Gwen still looks, now in her early seventies...her hair a shimmering silver now. Kent has more gray in his hair and I take a little bit of delight in that. Candace is the spitting image of her mother, voluptuous and beautiful as she begins her first year of college and Anna glows with the love and joy that is begat by motherhood as she serves as the center of their most recent Christmas missive, surrounded by her loving family and holding her and Kent's son who they named after me.