The Last Temptation Mary shuffled quietly along the dark unlit path of hard-packed earth leading out to the Mount of Olives on the outskirts of Jerusalem. Occasionally her dainty sandaled foot would kick at a rough stone or small pebble and send it scurrying off into the brush with a rustle. Aside from this, the only sounds Mary could hear this evening were the sounds of her own belabored breathing and the rapid beating of her own heart, occasionally interrupted by a chirp of a cricket or desert beetle. Had the moon not been full this evening, the way would have been nearly impossible this time of night. Even the streets of Jerusalem were unusually dark, every home having long ago snuffed out their outer lights. All across the city, families had hours ago retreated inside to huddle around low burning fires, windows covered in sheets to keep out the darkness. For those of the Jewish faith this was the darkest of nights in all of the sacred year. It was the “Night of Watching” and Mary, like the rest of her lineage, knew that she should be back at home inside with her husband and son, symbolically waiting for the angel of death to “pass over” the streets as it had that night long ago in the land of Egypt when all of the firstborn in the land were slain. But Mary’s son was not at home this night either and for some reason she could not fully explain, Mary knew that she had to be with him rather than at home with her husband this night. Mary knew where to find her son this evening thanks only in part to a young disciple of his by the name of Judas Iscariot. He was such a sweet young man with innocent eyes and a gentle nature – truly a good soul. He had stopped by without formal introduction, he said, simply because he felt guilty about what her son was up to. The whole lot of them, he explained, intended to observe the Passover at a stranger’s home in upper Jerusalem and then afterwards her son planned to be accompanied to the outskirts of town to observe the Night of Watching from the Garden of Gethsemane with a handful of his followers. The entire ordeal was disgraceful at best, Judas said, apologizing for their actions. He agreed that her son should be home with his TRUE family and of course INDOORS for the Passing Over of the angel of death. As she shuffled along the foreboding dark path, Mary felt her heart racing faster inside of her. Though it was impossible to tell for sure, Mary knew that the hour of the angel’s passing would be close now. She could almost feel the Destroyer hovering over her in the inky black skies above, or at times walking beside her, crunching a branch or twig quietly walking beside her with its taloned foot. At times she could almost swear she caught a glimpse of a dark figure moving beside her, disguising himself in the long shadows of brush and olive trees that were cast by the full moon overhead. Mary knew she should not be out alone at night ever, especially not on this night. And yet, something still drove her onwards. Up ahead, Mary could just faintly make out the dim light of a torch illuminating the darkness from behind a rock or bush a few hundred feet ahead. For just a fraction of a second Mary’s spirits lightened as she assumed she must be approaching her son’s party and then, just as quickly as hope arrived, her blood went cold as ice as she heard a whispered word from the darkness beside her. “CUNT!” Mary froze dead in her tracks, afraid to move even a muscle lest she be fooled into thinking the rustling of her own robes were the sound of someone whispering to her from the darkness. Up ahead the dim light of the torches faded and disappeared leaving her helplessly alone again. Mary forced her eyes wider, trying to see any sort of shape from the shadows around her. “Who….who’s there?” Mary barely croaked. A voice responded in a whisper from behind her, “CUNT!” “Oh my God!” Mary cried out, tears welling in her eyes as she spun around quickly and found no one behind her. Mary scanned all around her as she turned in circles in the middle of the path, afraid to step forward or back. “Who….who are you?” Again a whisper came from just over and behind her left ear, “Beautiful little cunt.” Mary blinked away tears of adrenaline as they filled her lower lids. Could it be the Destroyer? Was he real? Had he actually caught her here out in the open without protection? What would happen to her? Mary barely managed to choke out the question she had to know, “Are you….are you the angel of death?” “Yeessssssss” a voice hissed from the bushes beside her. Another voice spoke softly from the bushes on the other side of the path from the first, “My pretty Jewish cunt.” “Oh my goodness!” Mary sobbed in fear. “How many of you are there? Why can’t I see you??” “We see you, whore!” a voice whispered from a third direction. “Please!” Mary gasped clutching her heart as it threatened to explode in her chest. “I…I can’t take this…just take me if you have to…just please don’t torment me!” “Take you?” a voice whispered behind her. “Take COCK!” hissed another. “Fuck her!” hissed a third. “FUCK HER!” “Yessss….” Hissed a voice directly in front of her. “Fuck her.” Mary blinked harder trying to see anything at all but there was nothing. “Where are you??? What’s happening?” “No wonder he picked you,” a voice whispered again from behind her - always behind her. Mary spun again, despite knowing she would never see them, whatever they were. “Why are you doing this to me???” Mary cried. “Please stop!” “Fuck him!” a voice called in a whisper from the trees above. “YES!” another voice called from the bushes at her feet. “Fuck him! FUCK HIM!” “Who???” Mary cried as she staggered backwards cradling herself in her own arms as her mother would have if she were a child. Mary could feel her entire body trembling from fear or from the chill of the night around her. Either way, she felt incredibly small and powerless against the forces around her. “F…fuck who???” “YOUR SON!” a voice hissed. “YES! YOUR SON!” another answered from the other side of the path. Mary gasped, “JESUS???” “FUCK JESUS!” many voices hissed at the same time. “YESSSSSS FUCK JESUS!” “SUCK HIS COCK!” another voice hissed. “He’s got a BIG cock!” “Suck it!” another agreed. “Suck your son’s big cock!” “You’d like a big cock wouldn’t you?” another voice asked from behind her. “What with Joseph and his pathetic little dick.” Mary spun around trying to listen to all the voices at once. “How….how do you know about Joseph?” “Pathetic!” a voice hissed. The next voice Mary heard was her own voice calling softly from the bushes as if she were calling out to herself, “I just want a big cock inside me once! Oooo yessss! Please God! Just once!” Mary recognized the words as her own just three nights before when she was at home masturbating in her bedroom with a smooth wooden object her son had made in his carpentry shop. It likely was intended to one day be a chair leg, but the size and smooth finish had been perfect for an evening of unholy thoughts. “Oh my God!” Mary gasped in horror. “You’ve been watching me????” A voice whispered from the trees. “Stuff that little Jewish cunt.” “Fuck me!” Mary heard her own voice calling softly from the bushes. “Oh fuck me!” Another whispered then from in front of her, “Stuff your pussy with your son’s big cock!” Mary twirled around on the path looking for something to lock eyes with and then simply spoke into the air, “Even if I would consider something so vile and evil, how could I?? He’s my son!” “Seduce!” a voice hissed. “Seduce him!” agreed another. “CUM ON HIS BIG COCK!!!” Whisper-yelled a third. Mary felt her insides suddenly awakening from down below, her dark black haired pussy inexplicably getting wet despite, or perhaps because of the evil around her. “She’s getting wet!” a voice hissed. “I smell her,” answered another. “Yes! She’s getting wet!” “Suck his cock!” called a third. “Stop it!” Mary cried out. “You’re confusing me!” “Fuck him, whore!” a voice whispered. “Cum for your son!” “I can’t!” Mary shook her pretty little head. “He’s too good! He’s too good of a boy. He’d never…” “Get hard?” a voice whispered, interrupting her. “He’s been hard for you before.” “YES!” a voice hissed. ”He’s been hard for you before!” “FUCK JESUS!” cried another in a whispered scream. “Hard?” Mary panted, her heart still racing as she felt her insides getting wetter. “When has my son been hard for me?” “He’s seen you naked,” a voice whispered loudly. “Got him hard!” agreed another. “SOOO HARD!” “Stroked his big fat cock!” a third called. “Thinking of YOU!” “JEWISH CUNT!” another cried. “FUCK THAT JEWISH CUNT!” “Is that….is that true?” Mary shook her head in disbelief. “He’s seen me naked?” “Made his cock hard!” a voice answered. “SOOOO HARD!” agreed another. “FUCK THAT BIG COCK, MARY! CUM FOR YOUR SON!” “Oh God,” Mary gasped as she felt the fear quickly leaving her body. “I mean…I don’t know how I would….” “SEDUCE HIM!” a voice cried out. “Yes!” Mary nodded quickly. “I want too! I mean I would! I would seduce him, but I don’t have the courage to seduce my own son!” “I’ll help you…” a voice called softly from behind her ear. Mary felt her knees weakening suddenly. “You’d…you’d help me seduce my son?” “Yes!” the voice answered. “Take that big cock, Mary! Fuck him!” another voice replied. “Oh my goodness,” Mary gasped. “Yes!! I’ll do it with your help! I will! Come into me and give me strength. Lucifer, angel of death, come into me my love, I beg of you. Take me….give me your all-mighty strength on God’s holiest night! I will obey!” PART 2 Mary felt the presence of evil like a thick dark inky cloud swirling around at her feet. Had it not been nearly pitch black already, she would have sworn that she could see the darkness encircling her ankles, sliding up her left leg like a giant black cloud-snake beneath her robes. She wanted to see it; HAD to see it. Frantically Mary tugged at the sash of her dark cotton robes until the knots slipped loose and her garments fell open at both sides threatening to expose her nakedness to the moonlinght. Mary loved the feeling of freedom that came with being naked, the arousal it caused inside of her every time she undressed, especially outdoors. She hardly had occasion to do it but tonight it felt right. Quickly Mary found herself pulling her robes apart, the cold night air enveloping her full naked body causing her large round nipples to stiffen quickly upon the peaks of her full milky white breasts. Mary threw her head back, mouth wide open and looked skyward as she concentrated on the sensations of the black tendrils of evil caressing her inner thighs, climbing up her body like a delicate lover’s hand sliding up between her legs towards her wetness. It was a dark probing sensation she felt next, sliding along her wet pussy lips like a thick finger slithering up and down her tightened slit, begging to enter her. “YES!” Mary cried out as she shook her long black haired head and shuddered at the sensation of evil caressing her out upon the open field under a moonlight night. She dared utter forbidden words in just barely a whisper “Take me Lucifer! Please! Take me!” As if upon command it entered her, the blackness of evil sliding up inside of her gushing pussy causing her to gasp audibly. Mary cupped her large milky melons with both hands and squeezed as hard as she could around their large circumference, clawing at her fullness as evil entered her. She shuddered and convulsed as she stood there like a lover being entered from behind, feeling darkness overtake her, but not too much...only teasing her and leaving her wanting more. Wanting… “My son,” Mary moaned. “Oh my Prince of Darkness...tell me how I may have my son!” Suddenly there was hissing of voices all around her all speaking at once as Mary struggled to make sense of their words. It was impossible of course, all of those voices now babbling together. She could only make out occasional words in the cacophony of voices. Cock! Cunt! Fuck him! Fuck! Fuck! Big! Yes, Big! How many voices were there? Mary’s head was swimming as she felt the need to touch herself. Even now Mary’s hand fell to her slim waist and slid down her belly, her dainty fingers touching the thick black pubic hair nestled neatly between her legs. “How do I get my son’s big beautiful cock inside of me? Tell me! I need him to fuck me!” “YESSSSSSSS” A thousand voices seemed to hiss at once. “FUCK HIM!” agreed a single voice, deeper than the rest. Mary spun around to the direction she heard the last voice and nodded, ”I WILL! Yes! I will fuck him!! I swear to Christ I’ll fuck my son! Please! Show me how!!!” “GO!” A voice called to her. “Up ahead!” Mary turned on her heels and looked back up the darkened path toward where she knew her son’s disciples should be. Though she could no longer see the fires of their torches she knew that they could not be too far ahead as they would soon be reaching the outskirts of the Garden of Gethsemane. “YESSSS” Voices hissed. “Go to him whore!” Mary smiled as she continued walking along the path now, enjoying the feel of her naked body becoming exposed and covered again, her large breasts sliding in and out of her opened robes as her hips swayed from side to side. Mary could feel the devil inside of her belly now like an unborn child, stirring up her lusts from deep within her womb and making her crave being filled. This was not a possession she realized, not like some of the so called demon possessed men her son had allegedly been casting out on the hillsides. No. Mary was fully in control of her own thoughts and emotions. She had wanted this before hadn’t she? Wanted to cheat on Joseph? How many times had she fantasized about being fucked in his bed before now? A dozen? How many times had she imagined her young Jewish legs wrapped around the back of a huge Roman soldier as she stretched her aching pussy around his thick gladiator’s cock? How many times had she made herself cum??? The voices continued to hiss around her, softer now as she saw the light appearing ahead. “Good little Jewish whore… FUCK HIM!” “FUCK HIM!!!” Mary paused suddenly on the trail as she began to hear men’s voices up ahead. Her heart rate quickened and she clutched her robes to her chest, pulling them around her now. “NO!” A voice hissed. “Let go!” “But the others….” Mary shook her pretty head in protest. “What if they see me???” “They will!” a voice hissed. “Night of watching!” hissed another. “YESSSSS, NIGHT OF WATCHING!” Mary felt her belly stirring within her again. The “night of watching” as the Jews had come to call it was traditionally a night of watching out for the angel of death but now...now she had the angel of death inside of her. Now the night of watching meant something much different for her and it always would. “Are they…” Mary could hardly say the words she knew the devil was implying. “Are they going to watch me fuck my son????” “YES!” “YES!!!!” “WATCHING!” hissed more voices. “Fuck me…” Mary gasped as her pussy gushed at the delightful thought of her son’s disciples watching them make love. Could it be true? Could this be happening? “Fuck HIM!” A voice cried out. “FUCK JESUS!” Agreed another voice. “Yes,” Mary nodded agreement. “Fuck Jesus Christ! Fuck him all to hell!” Mary gasped in shock at the words that had just come out of her mouth. Had she just said that? “Oh my Goodness!” “Fuck Jesus Christ all to hell!!!” Another voice hissed. “YESSS!” For the first time Mary questioned whether or not she really was fully in control of her thoughts and actions. Fearful, she turned around and started back down the path considering running before it was too late. “WHORE!” Voices screamed. “Fuck your son to hell!” “Fuck the hell out of him,” A single voice agreed over her shoulder in a deeper voice. “Just fuck the hell out of him.” Mary felt her pussy throbbing between her legs despite her fear. That IS what she wanted. It was what she needed! “Yes,” she agreed. “I want to fuck the hell out of my son. I do!” And then another voice came in the night... “Mary????” The voice she had just heard was a familiar one and was clearly not one of the dark whispering voices of evil all around her. Her mind raced to recall the voice. “PETER???” Mary gasped as she spun around to find the closest of her son’s disciples standing directly behind her. “Mary?” Peter asked again. “Wha….what are you doing here?” Mary noticed that Peter’s eyes were looking down at her now to where her robes were parted down the middle exposing her small naked body to him. Behind him stood three other of her son’s disciples all staring at her with equally rapt attention. “Oh my goodness me!” Mary gushed as she frantically grabbed at her garments in a feeble attempt to close them about her naked body. The attempt to cover herself however was futile as her robe was caught on something invisible at the moment and refused to pull shut, instead leaving her full body exposed to the lot of the young disciples. “I...umm….I...I came to see my son.” Mary tugged again at her robe trying to close it but to no avail. Peter’s eyes remained locked on her exposed breasts which only seem to jiggle and bounce around heavily and draw even more attention to themselves with every attempt she made to close her robes. “Jesus is in the Garden alone,” Peter explained. “We are keeping watch for him.” “Right!” Mary blushed as she could feel all of the disciples gaping at her nakedness. Where was Lucifer now??? Why isn't he helping her??? “Do you think I could go see him?” “He asked us to make sure no one came,” said John, another of Jesus disciples whom Mary had met before. “Well certainly he didn’t mean me,” Mary protested. “I can come can’t i?” The moment Mary said the words her cheeks became flush with embarrassment. Cum? I can cum? Her pussy ached to cum. Peter nodded thoughtfully as he stared deeply into Mary’s eyes trying to assess her intentions, “Sure,” he said at last, “If you want to come I’m sure he’d be happy you came.” Mary heard a hissing sound from somewhere beside her in the bushes, “CUM!” Had they heard that? The voice was so clear! Certainly the disciples had heard the voices. There was something about the return of the voices now that emboldened Mary once again. “Actually, I think I would like to CUM,” Mary said, intentionally emphasizing the dirty connotations of the word as she locked eyes with Peter. “I think I would like to cum VERY much.” Peter seemed to understand fully her intended meaning as he glanced down at her young firm body, eyes lingering on her full round breasts and nodded. “Yes. Yes, I think he’d like for you to cum.” “Good,” Mary said still blushing at the understanding she and Peter had just arrived at. “So we are agreed then. I can go see my son Jesus while the rest of you stay here?” “Of course,” Peter nodded slowly. “Yes of course,” another disciple agreed. “Good,” Mary nodded again as she straightened herself and began to push past them nervously. She could still feel their eyes watching her body, staring into her robes as if she were nothing more than a simple prostitute. It made her even more wet to think of herself that way. Mary passed them now and walked through a trellis of thick foliage that marked the entrance to the garden. Suddenly, as if the thought had just now crossed her mind, Mary turned her head over her left shoulder to Peter who clearly was in charge of the watch and smiled at him, “You know boys, it IS the night of watching,” she said with a wry smile. “Maybe if you are all very quiet you might find something else to watch tonight.” “Yes my Lady,” Peter said with a knowing nod. This time it was his turn to blush. “Good,” Mary nodded. “Then I think we understand each other. Enjoy yourselves tonight..” “You as well my lady,” Peter agreed. And with that Mary passed into the darkness of the garden to find her son Jesus. PART 3 The Garden of Gethsemane was large with pathways that turned this way and that through bushes and between trees. The reddish brown earth below was tightly packed feeling almost stone like under her feet as she shuffled quietly along in the darkness. With every step deeper into the garden the hisses of demons called out to Mary with foul things. "GET FUCKED!" She heard many voices saying. "Yes, get fucked!" "Fuck Jesus Christ!" Another hissed. Mary loved hearing the sound of evil and felt her pussy throbbing with eagerness. "Fuck my son," Mary agreed. "Fuck him all to hell!" "YES! Fuck Jesus IN hell!" Another hissed excitedly. “Yes!” Mary gasped. “I would fuck my son in hell for all of you!” God it felt good to say those things, Mary thought. How long had she been holding back these feelings? “Take your robe off,” A deeper whispering voice commanded. Mary looked around the blackness of the garden and decided at once that there was no reason not to obey. Without another moment's hesitation, Mary pulled her robes open wide and slipped her garments over her shoulders, dropping them to the ruddy earth. Mary’s hands immediately clutched at her heaving breasts, squeezing the the full round globes of her milky white skin. Her fingertips brushed across her tightening nipples and she pinched them both now firmly, tugging on them until the fattened and became stiff. “Fffffuck!!!!” Mary moaned as she bit her lip. “Oh my God I need to be fucked!” “JESUS!” A voice hissed. “Up ahead!” “Go to him!” Another hissed. “GET FUCKED!” Cried another voice. Mary’s heart raced as she started to walk forward now, leaving her clothing behind. It was only a matter of a few steps before Mary heard the low muttering of a man’s voice up ahead. It was her son. He was praying. Ahead the path turned to the left around a bush and Mary could now make out some of her son’s words. “Give me strength, Father,” Jesus said. “And deliver us from evil.” The voices all around Mary bristled all at once, almost fighting amongst themselves. “FUCK EVIL!” One hissed angrily. “FUCK JESUS!” Another agreed. There were many hissed agreements at this last statement. “Yess! Yesss! Fuck Jesus! Fuck him to hell!” The deeper commanding voice of the angel of death called to Mary next, “Mary, fuck…” “Jesus?” Mary asked out loud, finishing the death angel’s thought. “Wh….what??” Jesus asked as he suddenly jerked his head around from where he was kneeling at a stone bench and looked at his mother for the first time. In an instant Jesus’ face blanched, becoming pale white, and his mouth fell wide open in shock. “M….mother????” “My son,” she nodded, standing before him fully naked. Mary could see everything in her son’s face, the look of confusion, the shock, the horror. Jesus looked away quickly. “Mother you’re naked!” “Yes,” Mary nodded. “FUCK HIM!” Shouted several voices from around her. Had Jesus heard the voices? She thought not. It was more by the way Jesus did NOT react that Mary assumed he could not hear them. So why could she??? “Wh...what are you doing here??” Jesus stammered, still looking away. “I came to see you,” Mary answered, unsure of what to say. A voice hissed back at her, “You see him to CUM!” “JESUS MAKES YOU CUM!” Another agreed. “FUCK JESUS!” “Why are you naked mother?” Jesus asked, still facing away, his voice slightly trembling. “HE’S SEEN YOU NAKED!” Whisper-screamed a voice from beside her. “MADE HIM HARD!” “Turn around son,” Mary said firmly. “I want you to look at me.” Jesus stood methodically, using the garden’s bench before him to right himself, then slowly turned around. He was tall, much taller than Mary and broad of shoulders. Jesus stared down at his mother with difficulty, trying not to look at her nakedness but his eyes clearly deceived him as they glanced furtively down to her breasts and back repeatedly. “Tell me what do you see?” Mary asked. "I see a whore," Jesus said angrily. "I see my mother being a whore and it disgusts me!" A thousand voices hissed immediately in protest, “NOT TRUE!!!!! NOT TRUE!!!" "LOOK DOWN" Commanded a voice from behind her. "Look at your son! " "HARD COCK!" Agreed another. "SO HARD!" Exclaimed a third. "BIG FUCKING COCK!!!!" "FUCK HIM!" Mary's eyes dropped at once and examined the front of her sons robes. His arousal for her was unmistakable as a large round lump pressed outward from beneath his robes just above where his belly button should be. My God, how big did that make him, Mary wondered? Her mind reeled with imagining what lay beneath her son’s garments and she smiled wickedly. "Why Jesus is that any way to talk to your mother?” She said retaining her smile. “What are you trying to do, make me cum?" "Make you...?" Jesus started angrily then stopped himself from repeating the words. He stood there momentarily dazed then took a deep breath before continuing in a more composed manner. "Forgive me mother...for the commandments say to honor your father and your mother that your days..." "Commandments?" Mary laughed mockingly as she reached down and pushed her dainty hand against her sons full erection, pressing it against his body. FUCK he was big!!! Mary shuddered as she felt the fat rigid shaft of her son’s thick cock twiching beneath his clothes. Never in all her fantasies had she imagined such a thick cock. She could feel the hard shaft thicken and relax in response to her constant pressure against him. "Seems to me you have a commandment breaking sized cock down there for me just begging to be sucked!" "Mother...." Jesus groaned as he looked down at his own betraying erection. “What are you doing? Has the devil gotten into you?????” “Mmmm hmmmm,” Mary nodded delightfully with a wry smile. “But don’t worry my son, there is plenty of room for you inside me too!” Then Mary looked back down at her son’s outlined erection and thought better, “Well, MAYBE there’s not enough room. We might have to work on it to get ALL of you inside me.” “I….I….” Jesus stammered inconsolably. “I don’t know what you are doing right now.” "Sucking your cock?” Mary asked sweetly as her hand rubbed his full erection beneath his clothes. “If it’s ok with you I thought maybe I could start with that?” Mary’s fingers curled around the sides of her son’s rigid member giving her a better feel for his thickness causing her to quiver with anticipation. “Damn baby that’s a big dick!” “Mother we can’t do this…." Jesus struggled for the words to say even as his mother slowly took one knee before him. “Yes?” Mary asked as she stared up at her son now from her knees and began to work at his belt. “I can’t suck it??” “Don’t do this….” Jesus urged even as he stood still allowing her to work at his belt sash “Please don’t do this.” "Mmmm baby, your disciples practically worship you as a god," Mary said as she ran her hand against his full plump shaft. "Can't I worship too?" Demonic voices hissed with excitement, “YOU SHALL HAVE NO OTHER GODS BEFORE ME!” “FUCK HIM!!!” Cried another. “FUCK GOD!” “SUCK THAT COCK!” agreed yet a third. “WORSHIP HIM!!” Jesus closed his eyes and tried to find strength within himself to pull away even as he began to recite words he had learned from a child. “For there is only one God…." Mary felt the last resistance of her son’s belt pop loose letting his robes spill open before her. Mary groaned as she got first sight of her son’s glorious cock. Fully erect, Jesus’ manhood was easily the length of Mary’s forearm from wrist to elbow. The shaft was fat and angry looking, criss crossed with thick dark veins carrying blood to keep it erect. Mary used her left hand to grab hold of the enormous meaty pole and found her dainty fingers could not fully encircle it’s circumference. Mary’s right hand quickly dropped between her legs, sliding around under and between her legs to rub her gushing wet pussy. “Fuck that huge adulterous cock son!” Mary gasped. “I LOVE it! Behold the mighty staff of the great shepherd!" With that Mary slowly began stroking her son and opened her mouth to receive him. As her young wet mouth enveloped the round purplish head of her son’s cock Jesus moaned and reached down, grabbing onto his mother’s long black hair with one hand and pulling her gently away. “No!” He moaned as she took him deeper into her mouth against his wishes. “Stop!” Voices hissed with feverish sarcasm, “PRAISE JESUS!” “SUCK HIS COCK CUNT!” A deeper voice demanded. “Mmmm hmmm,” Mary nodded her eager agreement as she pushed her son’s massive erect manhood further back into her throat. Mary’s hands now let go of her son’s member and slid around to his hips first and then further to his backside where they cupped his powerful tight buttocks and squeezed. Mary straightened herself taller on her knees and, using her leverage, pulled Jesus into her face encouraging him to fuck her mouth like a man fucks a woman. Jesus recoiled first, trying to pull away then his hands both found his mother’s head, cupping her gently and pushing her face further onto his rigidness as he audibly shuddred. Jesus pulled back, considering withdrawing for a moment then pushed forward again, forcing his cock into his mother’s mouth further. “No…” he moaned even as he continued to hold his mother’s head gently and began to move his hips now slowly plunging his manhood into her mouth repeatedly. “FUCK JESUS!” voices hissed. “FUCK HER YOU HYPOCRITE! FUCK THAT CUNTS FACE!” Mary eagerly worked her mouth up and down her son’s long shaft, slobbering wetly and allowing her mouth to make loud sucking noises that made her son grunt with each sloppy wet sound. “Oh my God…” Jesus groaned despite himself. “Mother….oh my God.” Demons hissed with delight,”MOTHER OF GOD!” “WHORE!” more cried. “WHORE OF HEAVEN!” Mary pulled her head back and slurped wetly as her son’s cock sprung out of her mouth flinging her saliva up onto her cheek. She smiled up at her son. “Look at your fucking cock in my mouth!” she ordered her son. “Do you like that??” “No…” Jesus started to protest as she opened her mouth, took in a deep breath and then impaled her face onto his shaft again working quicker with wet sucking noises. “Oh my God stop that mother!” Mary used her left hand now to grab the base of her son’s cock and stroke it as she continued to suck loudly. “Oh my...heaven…..help me….” Jesus begged. Mary pulled her son’s cock from her mouth quickly and found herself spitting out words she wasn’t entirely sure were her own. “Fuck heaven!” Mary gasped. “Heaven will be when you shove that huge cock up inside of me!” Mary stared at her son as she quickly let go of his erection and stood up in front of him fully naked, allowing him to look at her body once more. Jesus grabbed his mother’s shoulders quickly, unexpectedly and forcefully spun her around, facing her the opposite direction from him. For a moment Mary thought her son was going to shove her away, sending her scurrying down the path to hell. Instead, two big strong carpenter’s hands slid around her body from behind and cupped one breast in each hand, squeezing them tightly. Mary gushed, “Fffffffffuuuuuuuuckkkkkk!” “You’re a whore,” Jesus groaned, his breath ragged in her ear behind her even as his hands pawed at her large melons. “You’re a dirty deceitful whore!” “Yes,” Mary moaned. “Yes son! I’m YOUR whore!” Mary reached behind her until her hand found her son’s enormous turgid erection and squeezed it, jerking him up and down quickly from behind her back. “Get that big fucker inside of me son. Make your mother a believer! Make me see God!” Jesus groaned angrily “What has gotten into you?” Mary heard her own voice lower as something deep inside of her belly called out in answer to her son, “I told you, the DEVIL! I have the devil in me!” Had she actually said that? Mary wasn’t sure. And was it true? Was the devil actually inside of her? Before she could think further however, her son was grabbing her shoulders and pushing her forward with his left hand while pulling her hips into him with his right, causing her to bend at the waist. “Yes!” Mary gasped. “Fuck the devil out of me!” Demons hissed in jubilation, “PRAISE JESUS! FUCK HER!!” "Oh my goodness you dirty whore," Jesus groaned as his right hand slid down around his mother’s tight buttocks, under and between her legs, searching for her wetness.. "Shame on you, you filthy whore!" "Yes!" Mary moaned as her son’s fingers alighted upon her womanly lips, his fingers pressing into her wetness until a long bony finger slipped inside of her. "Yes my son, make me sin all over your fat cock!” Jesus closed his eyes as he leaned his head back. "Forgive her Father for she knows not what she does." And then, Jesus let go of her shoulders and reached down with his left hand, hefting his thick meat upwards between her legs until the head of his cock slapped wetly against her cliterous. "That’s it…” Mary gasped as her hips wigged to feel his head nestling into her wet opening. “Get that commandment breaker up inside of me!. Ram that seventh commandment breaker up inside your mothers pussy!" "Adulterous Whore!" Jesus cried as he pressed forward, and felt his thick head parting her insides. "Why do you tempt God with your adulteries whore??" "Because it’s going to make me cum!” Mary gasped. “OH FUCK JESUS! Because YOU Make me Cum! FUCK ME SON!” “Damn you!” Jesus growled as his big hands fell to her hips, nearly encircling her entirely. Jesus pressed ever forward, his thick shaft entering her from behind quickly and deeply. Mary’s insides enveloped her son’s cock fully and she could already feel the orgasm breaking loose from inside of her. “Fuck it!” Mary gasped. “Oh Jesus Christ fuck that pussy!” “Yes!” Jesus grunted as he jerked her onto him and then pushed her away only to jerk her back into him harder. “DAMN YOU! Look what you’re making me do!!!” More demons hissed joyfully, “TAKE THAT COCK!” “CUM BITCH!” “CUM!!!” Mary felt the orgam explosing insde of her as if her very soul was cumming around her son’s bloated meat. “FUCK!!! JESUS!!!” Mary cried. “Fuck you made me cum so fast!” Jesus grunted angrily as he continued to pump his fullness into her faster and harder, his hands squeezing her hips painfully as he rammed himself into her viggerously. The night air resounded with the rhythmic slap, slap, slap of cum laden balls against wet pussy. “KEEP CUMMING BITCH!” Voices hissed. “I am!!” Mary cried out. “I’m STILL CUMMING! FUCK JESUS!” And then, as quickly as it had begun, Jesus convulsed, and squeezed his mother’s hips tighter. There was a moment, just then, that Mary felt her son’s cock fatten up inside of her and then the warm gush of cum followed erupting inside of her, filling her insides. “FUCK ME!!!” Mary cried out. “FUCK GOD! I MADE HIM CUM! FUCK GOD IN HEAVEN!” “PRAISE JESUS!” Demons sang. “FUCK GOD!” “Forgive us!” Jesus groaned as he withdrew his still spurting rod from his mother’s insides and felt his heavy cock flop between his legs fully spent. Suddenly Jesus heard a deep voice from behind him, startling him back to reality. “If you’re done with your whore it’s time to go.” Jesus spun around quickly, his large flacid cock now flopping heavily from side to side between his legs still oozing thick white cum from the fat purplish head, dripping onto the reddish earth below. Behind them both was a group of armored Roman soldiers standing with his faithful disciples, Peter, John, and James. Jesus looked to each of disciples, ashamed of himself and confused. “Could you….could you not keep watch this one night?” “Oh we did watch, my Lord,” Judas smiled stepping out from behind one of the Roman soldiers. “All of us watched actually.” Within second Jesus was being grabbed by the wrists and bound by two big guards without a struggle. Judas smiled as the soldiers led Jesus off to trail and then turned back to Mary who stood dumbfounded, naked, and dripping with her son’s unholy offering between her legs. Judas turned to follow the entourage out but then quickly looked back to Mary and smiled. “Oh, and thanks for the show whore.” With that Judas tossed a handful of coins into the air falling at Mary’s feet in a cacophony of clinking metal, clattering against one another as the fell like rain. Mary looked down. At her feet lay thirty pieces of silver. THE END