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