I'm going to talk about my mother and her religion in a way that
may appear a little dark, depressing and uncomfortable. I think
she was a lousy parent but I know I wouldn't be me if it wasn't
for her and her mistakes. My mom came from a military family. She
was the second youngest and terribly jealous of her younger
sister. I think that's why she got married at 18 to Vietnam vet
and had me by the time she was 19. Sadly, the marriage was over
by the time I was four. I have almost no memories of my father
but the stories my grandparents told me about him were not good.
He was into drugs, and some days he would get out of his mind and
beat up my mom. My mom always referred to him as 'that bum' and
me as her 'big mistake'.

She was very religious and used to have a cross, thick and made
of wood, over her bed. When my mother took God into her life, she
expected me to go along for more than just the ride. I went to
church two to three times on Sunday and on Wednesday nights. I
had heard about sin but didn't think too much about it- sin was
the kinds of things that criminals did not everyday folks and
certainly not little kids and teenagers. My mom's guiding
principals to bring me up were to create the glory of God in my
life and to communicate God's word to me.

After the death of her parents she became stricter. My days began
with morning prayers before breakfast, saying grace at the
breakfast table, and reading a Bible chapter each day while my
mom got dressed to take me to the all-boy Christian school. She
went to work each weekday at some office where she was a clerk.
There were prayers when she came home from work, before dinner,
and of course before I went to bed. So far as I know, she had no
friends, and our neighbors had long since given up on trying to
be sociable.

To a certain extent I was allowed to play with boys my own age in
the neighborhood. They accepted me as I was, writing my
eccentricities off on my crazy mother. Not one of them ever
stepped in my house, not even Ronny, who was my best friend and
lived a few houses away. As we grew up together, I did have
dinner at Ronny's more than a few times, but my mother never let
me sleep over.

As I turned 18, Ronny started to share his father's stash of
Playboy magazines with me. So, at night, before I went to sleep,
I masturbated while thinking of what I would do if one of those
naked ladies ever showed up in my life. I'd cum into my hand and
rinse in the bathroom sink to avoid any indication of what I did
for my mom to discover. I was afraid even to dry my hands on the
towel for fear that Mom would notice something and castrate me.

One day Ronny gave me a book that had only incest stories in it.
Most of them were in the category of Mom/Son. I don't know why
but I liked those stories. After reading a particular sex story I
decided to masturbate. I went to the bathroom and took my monster
out. Ronny's mom, Ashley Morgan, was a hottie so I tried to
imagine about her while masturbating. To my surprise, her face
was soon replaced by the face of my mother. I had the feeling
that the story I was reading was actually about me and my mother.
I tried to remove her face from my mind but failed to do so.
Perhaps an incest virus has gone inside my mind. To put my nasty
thought to rest I decided to see my mom in real. That might help
me to kill my dirty thoughts.

I slowly went down to my mom's room. Her bedroom door was closed
so I peeped in through the key hole. She was on her bed and was
reading something. I looked at her critically for the first time.
She had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was 37 and
could have been pretty if she made an effort, but not only had I
never seen her smile, she always looked like she had been sucking
a lemon.

She was wearing gown that was a little short on her legs. Without
the stockings her legs were looking super white and smooth.
Suddenly, she laid aside her book and got out of bed. She walked
over to her dresser, reached down and pulled her nightgown off
over her head. Under it she was wearing only some thong panties.
She neatly draped the nightgown over the back of her chair and
then rushed; covering her wobbling breasts with her arms, back to
the safety of the bed. Then the light went out. That was too much
for a horny teenager like me. I again went to my bathroom. This
time I thought how my mom was looking without cloths. Soon my hot
cum was spurting in to the closet.

One Saturday I went off to play basketball. After the game I
walked back home. Mom ignored my entrance like she usually did,
but this time she did so more intently, not even turning her head
when I opened the door. I still said "Hi, Mom," to be polite, and
went up to my room to lie down for a nap. On my bed were my now
tattered Playboy magazines given to me by Ronny. How mom found
them I had no idea but soon I heard her footsteps outside my
room. She flung the door open and literally reared up at me.

"You are nothing but a godless spawn filled with that disgusting
man juice that leads us all down the road to perdition," she said
forcefully. She smiled nastily, then said, "So these are your
sick little sex books, huh? You need them to cast your sperm
wantonly? Is that it?"

Feeling embarrassed I said, "I am sorry."

Mom: "How often you commit this sin?"

Me: "Once or twice a day only"

Mom: "Only! About whom you think when you do this disgusting
thing?"

Me: "Ashley Norton"

Mom: "Who is she?"

Me: "Ronny's Mom"

Mom: "I had no idea that bitch is tempting you to do nasty
things"

Me: "She never asked me to do anything"

Mom: "Did you see the harlot in her bra?" Mom asked.

Me: "Uh, Mom, she never did or said anything to tempt except just
to be there. I guess my mind did the rest."

Mom: "Don't you know that Masturbation is a most grievous sin?"

Me: "Yes, I know"

Mom: "I want you to beg the Lord for forgiveness."

As soon as I managed to say my repentance, Mom grabbed the books
in one hand and dragged me downstairs to the living room
fireplace. Despite it being the height of summer and quite warm,
she stuffed the fireplace with old newspaper, set the books on
top, and lit it up. Watching the books erupt in flames was like
watching an old friend burning at the stake, which maybe was my
mother's intention from the start.

My mother watched the flames and chanted, "Fire purifies, fire
purifies." When it was all just smoldering ash, she again turned
her attention to me. "And you, you little piece of filth, you can
just get out of my sight and go to your room. And leave your door
open so I can be sure you're not doing nasty and disgusting
things behind my back. You're no better than your father, may he
burn in hellfire for eternity."

I lay on my bed, my thoughts crowded by Mom's last remark about
my father. I didn't know anything about him, of course, other
than that he left me to grow up with Mom. I couldn't blame him
for not hanging around, but I couldn't help wondering just what
it was that he had or did that made Mom spread her legs for him.
I just couldn't imagine her having sex. But when I imagined I
felt myself growing hard. I turned on my belly to hide it, which
was good thing because right then Mom started patrolling past my
room in attempt to catch me out.

Next day I went down to eat I saw that Mom had on a robe. When
she bent down to give me some bacon, I could have sworn I seen
her breast, she was naked. We ate and then dressed for church. I
was to church many times but that day it was different. I seen
Mom in the dress, she had worn several times but this time I
noticed her curves, the way her ass looked. My cock began to get
hard, I tried to think of something else, I ran to the bathroom I
jacked off quick as I could, I began to think this is going to be
more of a problem.

Sitting in church, just looking at all those women, all those
long silky legs, wondering if the wore panties or not. As usual,
the Mass progressed in what I thought was a tortuously slow pace.
And again as usual, I occupied my wandering mind by studying the
statue of Mary. It was a short, full-hipped woman in a simple
white flowing robe with a blue shawl draped about her head and
shoulders. My eyes got fixed themselves on Mary's girl-like oval
face. The sculptor had fashioned for her a pair of enchantingly
dark, gentle eyes. Her expression was tender, knowing, forgiving.
I could not match my mother's face with hers, nor anyone else. I
wondered what it might be like to have such a mother. My eyes
moved down to Mary's bosom, and I thought would she offer a
nipple to me for sucking?

I really wanted to be a good Christian, but my mind kept
wandering towards blasphemous thoughts. Once again my cock began
to raise, oh the pressure it was hurting I went to the bathroom
sat in a stall, there I stroked my cock by thinking of my own
Mom, having her bend over watching that dress stretch across her
ass.

I kept on wondering how in the world my father ever got my mom
pregnant. Had he done it just once with her and hit the target,
or had they screwed each other repeatedly? Was she a religious
nut then, too? And why on earth had she chosen to carry me to
term instead of just having an abortion? Finally, I started to
jerk off in the bathroom while thinking of Mom not as she
actually was, but as she might have been. I let out a groan as I
came, so much cum I clean up went back to my seat.

Ass far ass life at home was concerned Mom was keeping a
masturbation patrol over me. The door to my room was always open,
and many times, even when I was trying to go to sleep, she'd
stand in my doorway as if she was waiting for me to start
stroking myself. And she left her door open a crack, too, and
often I would see her peering from her room into mine. There was
no subtlety in it, just her way of letting me know she was always
on patrol. Routinely she'd come into my room and rifle through my
drawers and search my closet to see if I had another stash. I
doubt she expected to find anything, but her message, if not
loud, was very clear. I was under her microscope.

Having my door open had an unexpected benefit--while she could
see into my room, I could also see into hers. Through the narrow
slot of her slightly open door I saw that each night she lit a
few candles on her dresser, fell to her knees, and prayed. I
peered with one eye only partly open. It was all very
interesting, but none of it provided any insight until one night
I got just a flash of her skin as she went into her bathroom to
shower. This quick flash of a view happened a couple of times a
week and turned me on immensely. While she showered, I'd stroke
myself just wondering how she will look completely nude. Always,
though, when she came back out of her bathroom, she wore a robe,
shortly after which her light would go out. She didn't always go
right to bed because sometimes I'd see her, backlit by moonlight
through her window, peering through her cracked door. Once I was
sure she was in bed, I'd allow myself to cum on the floor. It was
no mean feat to ejaculate onto my floor while lying on my side
with mental images of my mother naked. I didn't dare let one drop
land on my sheet. In the morning, when I got up, I'd rub my bare
foot on the dried cum stain on the carpet, pretty much hiding any
evidence.

Finally, one night Mom's door was open more than usual, not by
much, but enough so when she went to her bathroom I could see
more of her for just a moment longer. I saw her in profile as she
paused by her dresser to blow out the candles, and I was stunned
at her lithe figure and the upturn of her left breast. I had been
right--her bra simply flattened her out. I was surprised to see
that her hair was shoulder-length. I don't think I had ever seen
it not tied into a bun. And then she was out of sight and I heard
the water flow in her shower.

I noticed that there was a gap between the floor and the bathroom
door. And I could clearly make out the light coming from the
bathroom. I could hear the sound of water falling inside and also
sounds of my mom bathing. My heart started beating very fast. I
was unsure what I was doing, but I got down on my knees. It was
as if a magnet was pulling me towards it.

I was feeling very excited by realizing that I was going to see
my mom having her bath. The very thought sent a shiver through my
body. Slowly I got down on my knees and then bent down so that my
face was resting on the floor. I could clearly see inside the
bathroom.

To my bad luck she was facing the door. This disturbed me so much
that I banged my hand on the door. Mom not only heard the sound
but also saw me peeking under the door.

"Who is there? Is that you? Answer me."

I was shocked; I did not know what to do. I quickly got up and
moved back from the door towards my room.

Only after a couple of minutes mom was in my room, wrapped
tightly in her bulky robe, staring at me like a hawk.

"You are a pig! You've been a mistake from the beginning and now
you've made it worse. Didn't you think I'd catch you looking at
YOUR OWN MOTHER?" Mom was on a furious rant and berated me for a
multitude of sins. This time, though, she had me dead to rights.

"Mom, don't be mad, please. I just couldn't help it and--"

"You couldn't help spying on your own mother? You dick licker,
you shit lover, you are beyond disgusting. So you have incestuous
and unholy thoughts about me, do you? You make me want to vomit,
you piece of filthy shit." I had never, but never ever, heard Mom
swear, not even a damn. She was livid. What made the whole thing
worse is that I remained rock hard the whole time.

"Go into your bathroom and take care of, of, of that," she
sputtered. "Tomorrow I'm going to see Pastor Orson about this.
Maybe he'll know what to do with a swine like you."

Orson was the pastor at our evangelical church, a real hellfire
and brimstone guy who spent more time on how bad sinning was than
he ever did on the notion of forgiveness. He was a fat piece of
shit that was known as gay. He was a convict who the congregation
believed had been cured through prayer. Anyone who mentioned this
fact to his followers was labeled as devil's disciple who wants
to stop Pastor Orson work for Jesus.

I knew him only from his presence before his church's altar when
he preached. I was always glad that I had to endure him for only
an hour once a week, but now he was going to learn that I not
only had lustful thoughts about my mother but that I masturbated
because of it. Oh, man, I was not a happy boy. Things lightened
up a little when I went to the bathroom to obey my mom's command
to take care of 'that', which I did, all the while imagining
opening mom's robe and seeing her entirely naked. In for a penny,
I guess.

Mom took the day off from work when she made an afternoon
appointment with Pastor Orson. When I got home from school, she
again ignored me and somehow overlooked making me say my
afternoon prayers. I went straight to my room and started my
homework. I did have to say grace before dinner, which we ate in
a stony silence. After I finished washing the dishes, I said I
had finished my homework and wanted to watch the TV, something I
rarely did because Mom would monitor closely whatever shows I
wanted to watch. She didn't say anything, just went upstairs
after looking at me as though I were some sort of leper. I
plopped on the sofa and watched the news.

About an hour later Mom called down. "I want you to come up here
immediately. This thing is NOT over and Pastor Orson in all his
goodness and mercy has told me what to do." I switched off the TV
and wondered just what was in store as I went up the stairs. I
had a sudden image of Ashley's bra burning at the stake and
wondered if I was next. Once in the hallway, I saw a small
flickering light from her room. As I approached, Mom told me to
go into my room and sit on my bed facing her room. That's when I
saw the flickering light was from a whole bunch of candles, not
her usual three for prayer. Mom had moved her bed so she could
sit on it and face me through the two doorways.

She looked very different. The candles cast shadows on her
eyelids and gave her cheeks a rosy hue. She wore a robe--not her
usual frumpy one, but something loose and flowing like a choir or
judge's robe. As usual the only parts of her I could see were her
hands and face.

"I have been praying for you," she said. "Not just now, but all
your life because you are the repository of all the sins of your
father now visited upon you. All you think about is lust, what's
between your legs." She stared straight ahead as she spoke, but
not directly at me. "Pastor Orson agrees with me that your little
sex toys were a very corrupting influence, but he said it was to
be expected in a boy your age. We prayed for heavenly guidance
and we heard the spirit tell us to help you in whatever way we
could, that helping is a true Christian virtue. Pastor Orson told
me that the Bible teaches us that one should never try to
withstand sexual temptation because of its undeniable power over
one's mind. The Bible is silent about masturbation as a means of
releasing sexual tension. Therefore, the law of logic will be
applied. It should be treated as any other potentially
habit-forming activity which can eventually disrupt a normal
life. I wish he had given me more guidance, but he did not. He
said that it was up to me, that I should drink from the well of
my experience to help you through what he said must be a very
difficult time for you. "

She still stared straight ahead, definitely not focused on me but
just on the great 'out there.' Mom spoke as though she were
reciting practiced lines, like it was a scene she had to go
through before the play moved on.

"Remove your clothes now. I want you to sit there as naked as
when you were born."

Silently I did so, and sat again on my bed with my knees pressed
together in a vain bid for modesty. But she had gotten a glance
at my cock and whispered, "So like your father."

"I can't allow you to look at naked women just to pleasure
yourself. I accept that you think with your genitals like every
other man, but I cannot allow those sex toys in my home."

All her talk about sex toys, plus the effect of the candlelight
on her appearance was starting to get me hard. I tried to
inconspicuously wedge my cock between my thighs.

Mom stared at me now, then went to her knees in front of the
dresser and prayed aloud for help from above, asking for a sign
that she was doing her god's work. At that moment my cock became
so hard that it sprang free and to attention. I tried to push it
down between my thighs again, but Mom said, "Do not touch you.
Let it rise as the demon it is and show itself." She sat on her
bed again as though she'd had her required sign. And I sat facing
her with a huge erection, dying to get my hand on it to get some
relief.

"Just like your father. Dress like a slut and a harlot and men's
minds fall apart. Boys like you grow up to be pure pigs, plain
and simple. Look at you now, "she said, pointing at my engorged
cock. "You're all stiff and swollen because you're looking at
your MOTHER!"

Well, that was a first. She was absolutely right.

"If you must spill your seed, spill it in front of me. So long as
I know about it and we control it, it isn't as much of a sin as
if you dream of harlots." With that Mom let the robe slip off one
shoulder, and I saw her bra strap. It wasn't white like her under
armor; it was black. Then she let the robe fall a little further
so that her right breast, closest to the candlelight, jutted out,
encased in a filmy sheer bra. Even from my room I could see
hearts and bows on the cups as well as the outline of her nipple.

"Look you Stupid Turd, it's a harlot's bra, but it's mine, I
bought it today so that my piggy-boy can really enjoy himself."
She looked into the candles as though mesmerized, but I could see
her attention was really focused on me as I started stroking my
cock. Within seconds I came harder than I ever had before,
spilling my seed, so to speak, nearly to my doorway. No sooner
had I finished than she blew out the candles and slammed her
door.

  I couldn't believe what had happened. I wiped up my cum with my
underwear and lay back on my bed trying to cope with what Mom had
done, what I had done. Figuring it was safe to jerk off again
because her door was closed, and too tired to get up and close
mine, I started stroking my cock again. A pinpoint of light
caught my peripheral vision, and I saw Mom's door was cracked
again. I knew she was watching me. When I was ready to cum again,
I swung into a sitting position facing her door and unloaded into
my underwear. Only then did her door close tightly again. I
managed to fall asleep while trying to reconcile the incredible
situation. An hour ago I was in deep trouble for spying on her.
Now she was spying on me.

The next morning I came down to breakfast, and with my head
lowered I said grace. Mom always made me end with, "And please
bless my mother, my teachers, and my country." This time I added,
"Especially Mom." She didn't seem to take any notice of her
special mention, so I aimlessly turned the pages of my Bible
until she was ready to drive me to school. On the way there she
was her old self, and neither of us mentioned the night before.

School was interminable that day. I had a huge boner most of the
time and I couldn't get my mom's breast off my mind. By the time
I was in my last class, my mental picture of her had gone wild as
I imagined larger breasts and her nipple outside her bra. I
planned on running home so I could relieve myself while holding
her harlot's bra, but the principal came in just as the bell rang
and told me Mom had called to say she'd pick me up at the school
after work. The principal suggested I go to the gym and shoot
hoops until she arrived, which I did. I even allowed myself to
think that maybe, just maybe, this special and so far one-time
pick-up at school meant Mom had a treat in store, and I wasn't
even thinking about the night before.

Not a chance. Mom was still her old self, dictatorial and never
offering any explanation. She looked like she had just eaten two
lemons. We rode home in silence and she told me to do my homework
right away. Two hours later we sat down to dinner. Mom prayed
first, and her request for heavenly guidance 'in all things
ongoing' made my cock twitch. My prayer followed, and I kept it
bland, expressing thanks for the food and asking blessings on Mom
for her ongoing thoughtfulness. After dinner I turned the TV on,
Mom went upstairs, and I lay on the sofa thinking about the night
before. Before long I heard her summons: "Come upstairs and sit
on your bed."

The scene in Mom's room was the same as the night
before--candles, the black robe, her bed moved so I faced her
directly. Again she stared outward, but not directly at me. "I
pray for you constantly," she began, "out of hope that you won't
turn into what your father was, a godless man who thought only of
pleasing his--himself. I have spent so much time on bended knee
for your sake, and it seems all for naught." And then she knelt
beside her bed, facing me.

"I know what you want, what you think you need to get through
this. And, after having asked for guidance from above, I will do
what I am told I must." With that she shrugged her robe off from
one shoulder and then the next so I could see her two black
shoulder straps and just a hint of lace where they started to
become her bra cups. "You know what you want to do, so do it and
we'll be done with this harlotry for tonight."

I stood and stripped from my waist down, wearing nothing but my
T-shirt and sporting the hardest erection I've ever had. I took a
step forward, and she exposed her lacy cups, still staring me.
With my stiff cock pointing the way, I walked forward to her
doorway and looked at my mom. "I want to see more, Mom," I
blurted. She closed her eyes for a moment, then stared up at me
again as I started stroking my cock. With another shrug her robe
dropped to her waist, revealing the whiteness of her flat
stomach.

"Am I a harlot worthy of your attention, Swine?" she asked. Her
eyes were as cold as ever, yet she put her hands under her
breasts and cupped them. "Is this what you want your wanton
whores to do for you?" Cold or not, here eyes were riveted on my
cock and my hand on it, stroking it back and forth. "ANSWER ME!"

"Yes, Mom, this is what I have always wanted." I began to stroke
faster, my cock ready to burst, needing release and very soon.
Mom released her breasts, raising her arms outward from her
shoulders, and my eyes feasted on her upturned breasts and the
nipples I could see through her sheer bra. Still looking up at
me, she closed her eyes and seemed not just at peace, but
inviting. It didn't take long for me to cum, and at such close
range my first ropey load hit her face, splattering on her nose,
and the next two rapid shots hit her chest and left breast.

It was as though my mind took an instant snapshot of her with my
cum dripping on her alabaster skin, a picture I'll always
remember. A good thing, that, because almost immediately she
writhed as though she was some demon splashed with holy water.
"How could you! You put your disgusting man juice on your own
mother!" Mom sprang to her feet and went to her bathroom,
completely unaware that her robe had fallen to her feet,
revealing her black garter belt, panties, and thigh-high
stockings. My cock hardened again at the sight of her very
shapely ass. I followed her and grabbed a towel to wipe her off
with. When I reached out with it, she pushed me away with
surprising strength, ordering me to instantly leave her room and
shut her door.

I went back to my room and swung my door closed, too, although it
remained ajar. I lay there, stroking my cock, wondering whether
she'd come out for another look. Soon enough she did. Since she
hadn't extinguished the candles or put on her robe, I could see
my mother the harlot peering through my door, watching me slide
my hand up and down my cock, all the while facing her. I made eye
contact with her and smiled at the thought of the mind-picture of
her I had with my cum streaming down her face and chest. She
looked then and even now far more beautiful and sexy than Ashley
Norton or the Playboy gals. She was transfixed, and opened my
door. Mom came to me and knelt.

"You are just like your father, the swine. He knew how to make me
do disgusting things and make me believe I enjoyed it no matter
how wrong and sinful it was. And now my own son demands his way
with me. You are so very disgusting." With that said, she closed
her eyes again and leaned slightly back, her breasts jutting out
and straining against the filmy lace that held them so nicely in
place.

I reached down and put my free hand over her breast. Without
opening her eyes. Mom recoiled from me and said, "Take your
filthy hands off me. You may look at me like you did at those
obscene pictures and I'll let you put your vile man juice on me
as you did them, but I will not let you touch or further revile
me in any other way. And you will pray with me for our
forgiveness for what you're forcing me to do." Then she posed
again.

Strangely, my attention was focused on her face and how, well,
radiant she seemed compared to her normal self. All her facial
muscles were relaxed and her full lips weren't pursed like some
disapproving school teacher. But my eyes inexorably roamed down
to her full breasts that swelled out of the top of her bra.

Still hardly able to believe this turn of events, I unloaded my
cum on Mom for the second time that night. My first hard spurt
landed on the center of her throat, and as it rolled down into
her cleavage I leaned closer and put the rest on her lips, using
my cock as an applicator to wipe it onto her cheeks and chin. I
could hardly stand up as she wiped her lips clear and said, "You
still disobey and dishonor me by touching me after I told you not
to touch me. You have much to pray about piggy-boy, much to atone
for." As she stood and turned her back before returning to her
room, she added, "And so do I."

Before I fell asleep, I heard the sound of her shower running. I
was so tempted to walk in on her but didn't dare. I wanted her,
even loved her when she was my harlot, but when she changed back
to Mom like the flick of a switch, I was still terrified of her.
When she knelt as my harlot, she was the woman of my dreams, but
once I was satisfied, she returned to being the witch I had grown
up with. When I finally slept, it was the sleep of the dead.

Before breakfast we said our prayers and as instructed the night
before I started asked forgiveness for our transgressions. I
didn't get far before Mom slapped my face and told me to shut my
filthy mouth and that we would pray about our transgressions when
she decided to. We went through our morning ritual, and as she
dropped me off at the school she told me she would again pick me
up when she got out of work. "I wouldn't want you to think about
playing with a harlot's things when I'm not home," she explained
with an icy glare. "And don't you dare even think of speaking of
these things to ANYONE EVER."

Somehow I made it through the day, and the time between our
return home and her summons of her good little piggy-boy to come
upstairs was no different from the last two nights. I rubbed my
cock while watching TV until she called to me, and I went
upstairs in great anticipation. Her room and candles were as
before, but this time she had left off the robe and ordered me to
sit beside her. Fully clothed, I sat beside my sexy mother, who
was clad this time in all red--bra, garter, panties, and
stockings. Even through my jeans my I could feel my thigh touch
hers, and I quickly moved away, but she quickly sidled up against
me again.

"I think scarlet is more befitting a harlot, don't you?" she
asked.

I looked at her lacy undies and saw that this bra lifted her
breasts up and out even more than the black one had. "I nodded my
agreement. I had to fight to keep my hands at my side.

"Do you understand why I want you to wait for me to pick you up
after school, don't you? I don't want you giving any of my bras
to your disgusting friends, like Ronny did."

I shrugged. "Mom, I don't have any friends, disgusting or
otherwise. I know some of the kids at school, but only at school.
And I wouldn't give away one of your bras even if somebody wanted
to pay me."

"Well," she replied, "isn't it nice that my little piggy-boy is
so loyal to his whore. So much like your father. . ." Her voice
drifted off at that last remark.

"Mom, what about my father? Who was he, how did you and he meet?
How long did you date him?"

My mother seemed to lean against me and I was tempted to put my
arm around her and pull her close. There was no warmth yet, her
lips were still pursed, so I didn't dare.

Mom took a deep breath (and how that made her breasts swell!) and
said. "Your father was my first mistake, you were the second. I
met him at our church; he was on leave from the Army. You look
just like he did back then, and I haven't seen or heard from him
after the weekend he seduced me. Oh, I fell for his words, his
touches, his lies, nor did I listen to my parents, may they rest
in piece. In the end I was just his whore until he went back to
his job, just another story to tell to his friends when they
sailed off to wherever they went."

"But Mom, you must have liked it--I mean, here I am. And you must
still like it because, well, again, here I am."

She paused to gather her thoughts, then said, "What I--we are
doing is against all laws, civil and religious. I am doing this
solely to protect you from the whores out there who would corrupt
you in your mind and inflict you with dreadful diseases." She
tugged at my belt to loosen it. "You may think of me as your
harlot and whore, but I am not. I am your mother and I am trying
to help you."

Her hand was working its way into my pants, her fingers wrapping
around my cock. Then she knelt in front of me and pulled my pants
off, sitting again beside me and tugging my T-shirt up and off,
leaving me naked to her touch. She pulled me back so that we lay
together on her bed but with our feet on the floor, and as she
caressed my cock she said, "We must pray together for
forgiveness,

She cupped my balls as she went on. "We ask for forgiveness for
what must surely seem to be the vile act of incest but what is
really an act of motherly nobility." She circled my cock with her
thumb and forefinger and began to stroke, allowing me to cup her
breast at the same time. She was panting as she continued.
"Forgive me and forgive my son for what we must do in his time of
need--"

"Mom," I interrupted, so close to cumming. "Mom!"

She ignored me, still beseeching her deity until my cock pumped a
huge spurt of cum onto her face and another spurt across my
chest. Her pace slowed and her grip relaxed as she milked me dry.
"Wait here, little piggy-boy," she said. She went into her
bathroom and returned with a towel, wiping her face clean, then
sitting beside me to wipe my cum off my chest. "So messy," she
said, "just like your father."

"Mom," I said, "thank you. I mean it, really, thank you."

"You don't have to thank a whore. It's what she does. You can be
thankful that I'm your mother and have no evil designs on you."

"You're not a whore, Mom. For the first time you're being my mom,
not just my mother."

She lay down beside me and twisted until she was stretched full
length on her single bed. I spread out beside her and tentatively
cupped her breast again, running one finger over her lace covered
nipple. Her hand slid between my thighs and she held my cock
gently in the candlelight.

"Mom," I started to say, but she hushed me as I slid my hand down
her belly onto her panties and down further until I could feel
her slit. I gently rubbed her pussy lips until she started
breathing faster. Emboldened, with my other hand I tugged at her
bra cup until her nipple escaped, and I leaned to kiss and suck
it as I lifted her panties. As my hand slid in over her pubic
hair, she pumped her hips slightly in anticipation, and once my
finger reached her clit she was bucking "Oh my god," she started
to chant, "oh my god, oh-my-god, omigod omigod," until her whole
body tensed and stiffened. She was breathing faster than ever and
chanting her mantra. Suddenly she relaxed and pulled at my wrist
to take my hand out of her panties. She pushed me away when I
tried sucking her nipple again but at the same time held me so I
wouldn't leave. I let her lay quietly until her eyes opened
again. She looked at me with her icy glare, but there was
something else there. Gratitude? Satiation? Perhaps even love?

Finally she balanced on one elbow and said, "That was very nice
Dirty Mind. At least you're learning how to give as well as
receive." She choked back a laugh. "But it unravels all the
Christmas lessons of it being better to give than receive. Still,
the better you give, the better you receive."

"Mom, I--"

"Shhh, piggy-boy," she said, looking at my painfully stiff cock.

"Mom, remember how you said I could talk to you about anything
that's bother my mind."

"Just say what's on your mind. Okay."

"Okay, mom" I gathered my courage. "I need to ask you this huge
favor...I need...Mom, you've gotta understand that I don't think
I'll be able to grow up a normal adult without your help."

"I promised not interrupt so just tell me how I can help you get
over this."

"Mom...mom I need to have your ass. I mean, I need to have anal
sex with you."

"I can't believe what you just said to me." Her eyes went wide
with shock. She had this look like I just told her I only had one
day to live. "Son, how can I do something like that with you and
how could you ask such a thing of me! This is so surreal. Your
father was the same way when it came to my...uhm, ass."

"Wow! I can't believe your telling me this about you and dad."

"Well, it's not easy and it's something very private and under
normal circumstances, I would never share something so intimate
with my own son. But, you had the courage to open up to me, and I
feel I should do the same."

"But, what are we going to do, mom?"

"Yes, what mother doesn't know her boy? Look, this isn't easy for
me, but I've decided to meet you half way."

"What do you mean, half way'?" I asked questioningly.

"What I mean is, I'll let you play with it, you know, my ass."

"I don't know what you mean, mom."

"You can touch it; smell it, whatever you want, but you may not
penetrate me. I draw the line there. I can't have my own son put
his thing into my bottom. That wouldn't be right and its bad
enough that I'm allowing you to do this to me. It's against the
law. It is something forbidden by the religion."

This was not what I was hoping for but I figured it was better
than nothing and at least it would let me have some of her sweet
ass even though it was under her terms.

I sat up and she turned her back to me. "Please help me to unhook
my bra." I did that, and she turned back to me and asked, "Do my
breasts please you, piggy-boy?" She wriggled her torso so her
breasts swayed and jiggled. She didn't need the bra to hold them
up, they stood out on their own as though her nipples were
attached by an invisible thread to some point on the far wall.
And her nipples had stiffened and elongated. Mom put her hands
behind her head and thrust her chest at me. "You may touch my
breasts and suck them if you like."

If I like! Does a kitten like cream? I put my arm around her so I
could feel both breasts at the same time, squeezing them gently,
watching how my hands reformed them, felling her snuggle against
me as I pulled at her nipples. She pushed me onto my back and
straddled me, her panty-covered pussy rubbing my naked cock, her
breasts hanging in my face. She lowered one breast for me to
suck, then the other.

"You understand this is not something pleasurable for me. I'm
only doing this in hopes of getting you back to normal. By the
way, only my panties are to come off. Do you understand Piggy
boy?"

"I guess." I said sadly.

"Don't feel so down. If you really want to, we can start right
now. What do you say?"

My cock got painfully hard just thinking about what I was going
to do to her gorgeous ass. My breath caught in my throat when I
saw her getting on her hands and knees. I felt my blood rise to
my face as my heart beat faster. Sweat formed on my forehead and
my mouth went dry. That familiar shaking of my hands started
again as I stared with big eyes. I couldn't believe what I was
seeing.

When she caught my eye, she lowered herself on to her elbows
while resting the side of her face on her forearms. This move
increased her arch even more which really brought out her plump
heart-shaped ass.

I think my mouth was getting wet because I had to stop a bit of
drool from escaping the corner of my mouth. I tried to take in
her scent from where I stood, hoping her ass musk would reach my
nostrils from this distance. Instead, only her sweet perfume
licked my nostrils which made my cock feel like it was about to
burst.

"It's okay Piggy Boy. Take your position behind me."

The view was even better from the rear as I got to truly
appreciate those soft, doughy globes of her ass. She looked over
her shoulder with a smile and said I could begin but I was not to
touch her anywhere else since this was for my mental health and
not for my pleasure.

With shaking hands I reached out to palm the round flesh I
hungered for all these years. The feeling was indescribable, at
least to this eighteen year old. The difference between her cool
soft panties and her warm soft flesh sent a charge straight down
to my already stiff cock.

I slowly moved my hands around her soft ass, kneading, pinching,
and pulling it like dough. After a few minutes of this, I moved
my face down to take in her sweet smell. Her lovely cheeks
surrounded my face and warmed my skin as I deeply inhaled her
natural fragrance. I sniffed like a like a boy possessed. Her ass
had a faint underarm smell to it, but I wasn't complaining, in
fact, her scent drove me to another level of savage lust and
desire.

    It was time now. I reached up and grasped the sides of her
panties, slowly pulling it down over her curves as it hugged her
round heart-shaped ass. I stopped just under her bottom cheeks.
This made her ass bubble out even more if that was possible. Man!
What a sight it was. I reached up and pried her cheeks wide apart
which caused her pussy lips to come apart revealing her pink
interior. She gasped at this.

"Are you okay mom?" I earnestly asked.

"Am Fine, just wasn't expecting that."

Her puckered hole was absolutely perfect unlike some of those
women in those raunchy magazines who either had assholes that
look destroyed or had nasty birthmarks on them. She had a nice
pink shade that covered the straight ridges which began from the
center of her hole and ended right on the outer edge of her
circle.

I continued to deeply inhale her scent and then decided to go in
for a kiss. As my lips came into contact with her rosebud, her
sphincter twitched, sending me into a lustful rage. I attacked
and slobbered all over that puckered hole of hers, licking,
sucking, and scraping down the center with my front teeth.

She moaned as I devoured her little star, lapping away, knowing
no end to this feast. I felt like a shark on a feeding frenzy
with its eyes rolled back revealing its whites. I kept sucking at
her asshole for what must've been a good twenty minutes hoping to
bring it out to the size of her nipple if I could. When I was
done eating, the little pink grooves stood out engorged with
blood. It looked very red and raw at the same time. I felt her
crinkly hole beckoning me to softly glide the tip of my tongue
over each individual ridge to sooth away her soreness.

During this time of devouring my mother's asshole, my cock felt
like it was ready to split its skin. It was so damn hard. I
desperately needed to feel her tight channel around my throbbing
member, milking my balls of all their juice, but, I knew fucking
her was a no, no. I couldn't stop now; I was too close to my
goal. I just had to have her ass, but I also needed a plan and
fast!

Then it hit me like a shit load of bricks, I'll tell her I want
to gently probe her sphincter with my fingers. And while I'm
doing that, I'll ask her if it's alright for me to stick my thumb
in her ass since its a bit fatter than my other fingers. When its
time to use my thumb, I'll insert my cock instead. I know it
sounds like bad planning on my part but I was desperate.

"Mom, can I put my fingers in you?" I asked as sweetly and
politely as I could. She took a moment to think about that. I was
almost sure she was going to deny me when she said:

"Okay, but just a little. First, go to the bathroom and get the
Vaseline from the medicine cabinet. I need to be lubricated
before you do any probing."

I beamed with happiness. I really began to think that this just
might work, if I don't screw anything up until then. I raced off
to the bathroom and grabbed the small jar of goop and was back
behind her upturned ass in under a second. I dipped my middle
finger and scooped out a large glop and gently applied it to her
raw hole, moving around in circles to get her used to the
feeling.

After doing this for some time I noticed her sphincter didn't
contract as much as it did before, which I took as my cue to
gently insert my lubed finger into her burning asshole. I pushed
in slowly as her puckered hole began sucking my finger deep into
her forbidden depths.

It was so damn sexy to watch but nothing prepared me for what
happened next: when I began to pull my finger back, her sphincter
obscenely grabbed on to my finger and came out about a good
half-inch. This time the drool escaped my mouth and fell to the
mattress. I had seen this in magazines but it seemed only a very
few women had this ability. Her words broke me out of my
fixation.

"You're staring at how my asshole pulls out, aren't you. Your dad
was fascinated by that for some reason. It must be a guy thing. I
guess like father, like son."

"It's so unbelievably sexy, mom. You are beautiful."

I almost came seeing this sight when I did it a couple of times,
so I looked at the bed spread to calm myself down a little before
a geyser erupted in my shorts. It wasn't time for my big finale,
yet. I pushed back in half way just to pull back and watch that
spectacle again. I couldn't take it anymore.

I decided the next time I pulled my finger out; I was going to
replace it with my throbbing cock. I slowly inched my finger out
while, at the same time, releasing my cock from my drawers. I
moved the tip to where my finger had been and rubbed around her
rosebud.

Man! The feeling was beyond belief. Pre-cum was leaking from my
cockhead which I smeared all over her tight hole. I wanted her to
still believe it was my finger doing all the rubbing. After I
felt it was too much, I told her I was going to push my thumb in
her ass. Instead, I pushed the head of my cock in real slow and
ready to hold her hips if she decided to struggle, which I knew
she probably would.

I pushed in a little more and she gasped but said to go slow.
Looking down at my uncut cock, I could see the skin pulling back
from the pressure of getting into her sweet ass. As I pushed in
more, the bulbous head of my dick came out of its sheath into the
open, revealing its angry head. The veins on my cock stood out
like they were going to pop under the strain.

After a few more seconds of penetration, the head finally lodged
itself into the ring of her tight asshole almost making me spill
my juice into her rectum. I was trying my best not to cum until I
could bottom out deep into her bowels. I knew once my thighs mad
contact with hers, the game would be up, so I took it nice and
slow pushing in another inch. Then another. She grunted when I
cleared her ring but didn't tell me to stop. I took that as a
good sign.

I now had at least half of my cock packed into her round, bubble
butt. I used my left had to pry her cheek to the side watching
her sphincter stretch away from the side of my hard cock. This
had the effect of loosening her muscles up and letting me in
quicker. I would've used my other hand to help but then she would
start to question what was really in her ass. Not a good plan. I
pushed in another two inches and thought it was time to pull back
before our thighs came into contact.

Her sphincter really stretched out with my cock this time until
only my head was in her warm sleeve. I then reversed my direction
and pushed in but with more force to get a rhythm going. I loved
how her tight, pink hole clamped around my stiff pipe drawing me
closer to that long awaited end. I picked up the pace since I
knew it wouldn't be long now. My cock plunged to the base making
our thighs come into contact.

I didn't mean for that to happen, but at this point, I was too
far gone to have cared if she found out that I was fucking her
with my cock instead of my thumb. In fact, I wanted her to know
it was her son plowing that sweet ass of hers. This way I could
sink in the last inch of my cock and finally close the gap
between us. I wanted to feel those warm cheeks resting up against
my thighs as I hammered into her buttery hole.

When she felt my hands grip her by the hips, she didn't make the
connection until it was too late. She made an attempt to move
forward but my iron grip kept her in place. My mom struggled a
little more but I guess she realized it was just better to let me
have my way with her. She made this sexy moan every time my heavy
balls slapped her pussy lips. After awhile I began to feel
something sticky and wet form on the front of my nut sacks.

I looked down as my cock sawed in and out of her pink hole and
noticed a thick string of her juice stretch from her pussy to my
balls each time I pulled out to my head. Knowing that I was
responsible for making my hot mother wet made my balls twitch out
of control. I knew I only had seconds before I blew my load into
her ass. She made one final attempt to get me not to fuck her
anymore:

"Uhhhh." She tried to talk but I was pile-driving her so hard,
the air left her lungs.

"Uh! You tricked me. Uh! I'm your mother; you're not supposed to
fuck me. Oh! How can you do this to me you Pig? Why, uh!? Why?"

"I...couldn't help...uh! Help it, mom. I need you so bad. I need
this ass."

I couldn't talk anymore; the portion of my brain that operated on
instinct took over. All reasoning was gone. I was reduced to the
level of a Neanderthal. I became a savage bent on tearing her ass
apart!

Her sphincter muscles began to twitch out of control. I knew it
was only a matter of seconds before I would be coating the walls
of her bowels with my potent cream. I pried both halves of her
plump cheeks far apart. Her sphincter stretched so wide I thought
it would tear at any moment.

Just then, I heard a deep groan come from my mother's elips.
Suddenly, her groan turned into a loud scream which took me by
surprise. Her slim fingers clutched the sheets until the whites
of her knuckles showed through. At that moment, I felt a warm
liquid spray onto my balls. It felt like pee more than anything
else. I glanced down and realized my mother was cumming. And
really hard, too. She squirted her love juice all over my balls
and thighs.

This sent me over the edge. I pounded her sexy ass for about six
strokes until I felt the beginning of my load make its way up my
cock-shaft. I told her to get ready as my cockhead jerked and
swelled, unleashing my scalding cream into my pretty mother's
ass. I yelled as I pumped load after load deep into her bowels.

"NO" she cried. "Not in me"

"Bible says, 'It is better to spill thy seed in the belly of a
whore than on the ground!"

I thought my cum would stop but it kept on coming like a hose,
until my balls felt completely drained of their contents.The
feeling was so intense that I almost passed out until I gulped
some air into my lungs and my vision returned to normal.

I felt faint and out of breath and my cock looked as if a fine
layer of skin had been rubbed off. It was raw with a reddish hue
from all the friction it went through. Her ass made a slurping
sound as I pulled my cock out. Her anal hole was wide open and my
cum was sliding down to her pussy. I never saw anything like it
before. It made me want to rim her gaping hole, which is exactly
what I did.

I dove in to slurp at her dilated hole as she caught her breath.
I licked the inner walls of her rectum clockwise then counter
clockwise all the while slobbering copious amounts of saliva
around her abused entrance. I was a starving mad man licking away
at her flesh and giving her the rimming of her life. She tried to
pull away but I held on for dear life. It was so good, that is,
until her hole closed around my tongue preventing me from moving
around.

Since it made sense at the time, I decided butt fuck her with my
tongue until my jaw got tired. She told me to stop with a hint of
anger in her voice. When I didn't relent, she slammed her lovely
ass against my nose stinging the hell out of it. At that point I
knew fun time was over.

   I wondered how mother would act at breakfast the next morning.
To my utter surprise she was her normal self. You would have
never known that I had taken her anally last night. She was
wearing a robe that was covering her entire body so that I should
not get a peak of her skin.

"Mom did you rest well?" I broke the ice.

"I'm fine, you want something to eat?" She replied.

"I am sorry," I said without mentioning why I am sorry.

"I want you to forget what we did and try to move on with our
lives. I am your mother and mothers aren't supposed to have sex
with their children."

Maybe there was more to this woman than I had thought. As far as
I was concerned I couldn't get the image of my mom laying on her
bed and me on top of her, and every time I thought about it I
would get a hardon.

I spent the day trying to keep my hardon hidden as I walked from
class to class. I found a reason to avoid gym class, no way could
I have hidden my erection while taking a shower with the other
guys, and I did not want to have to explain to them why I had
what seemed to be a permanent boner. I looked around at the girls
in each class, and decided that none of them could hold a candle
to my mother. But I knew I had no chance to take her to bed
immediately as she suddenly had changed her stance on making me
normal. 'Where I went wrong?' I thought. Perhaps I should not
have taken her anally. Maybe she wanted me to fuck her properly.

Next day was a Sunday, which meant Mom and I would be at church
most of the day. As we walked up the steps joining the flow of
the other parishioners, I was hit by a frisson of unreality. Was
this stern, silent, church-going woman, the same woman who had
let me do her last night. I looked around at the plump matrons
awkward in their high heels, and doused in flower scented
perfumes. I tried to imagine them in bed the night before, their
plump legs pointing at the ceiling, screaming 'fuck me, fuck me,
you big fucking bastard'. Or did they just lay there with their
legs spread staring at cracks in the ceiling until it was
finished. It was no use I couldn't put the pictures together. The
Pastor Orson greeted us with a nod of head as we entered the cool
vaulted church.

Mother motioned me into one of the back pews. She didn't like
people who liked to exhibit their clothes in the front pew. I
prepared myself for an hour of boredom.  If God did exist,
something I wasn't prepared to concede, I  was sure a supreme
being didn't really want these tiny bipeds going to buildings to
praise him. What kind of egotistical, small-minded entity did
that make him?

First up on our agenda was the main congregation, a 3 hour
service that put nearly everyone to sleep. As the minister talked
about the story of the Ten Commandments, the memory of Charlton
Heston in the Ten Commandments started rushing back into my mind.
I could hardly wait.

The service dragged on. I had the handout that listed all the
hymns and what was on the program for this Sunday. I kept
referring to it to see how much longer it was going to take.
After what seemed like an eternity they were finally getting
close to the end--thank God. The next up was a choral event. A
whole arranged medley that the choir had been practicing for
months. I knew that, because a friend of mine was in the choir.

I jumped as mother's hand rested on my thigh. I looked at her,
but she was staring straight ahead, her back straight as the
walls of the church. I looked down and watched her finger move
over to my crotch. I licked my lips nervously and looked around.
I looked to my left and saw one elderly couple who's heads was
bent in ardent prayer. The people had no more brains than the
cartoon character even Christ thought of his followers as sheep.
They were nothing more than mindless sheep to him, and Pasture
Orson was the neighborhood sheepherder and butcher. He controlled
the people in the gigantic tent much like a sheep dog controls
his flock.

My mother's hand started kneading him through my pants and I felt
my cock swelling.

"He riseth up." The choir sung.

mother's hand unzipped the fly and fumbled with my underpants.

"Ah Mum...I don't think..."

"Shhhh," she hissed. She frowned but kept staring straight ahead.

"Let the light of the Lord in," the girls' voices trilled.

my cock popped out of my fly and I felt the cool air on it.

"Receive your love..." sang the deep male voices.

mother's fingers started to rapidly manipulate my penis. I looked
around wildly. We would get caught for sure. Someone would turn
around. Despite my panic my cock grew under the irresistible
ministrations of my mother.

"Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice ..." sang the girls.

my cock throbbed, and I felt hot and flushed.  "Mum, please..." I
muttered.

A lady in the pew two ahead turned around to look at me. My
mother turned and glared at me. "Don't speak in church," she
snapped. She nodded at the lady who have an approving nod and
turned back to the choir.

I realized I couldn't do anything. If I will pull away everyone
would turn and look. How would I can get my cock back in my pants
without everyone seeing.

I knew I was going to spurt; I began to shake and sweat as the
tingling built almost painfully in my aching balls.

"Praise Him, Praise Him..." sang the men.

I closed my eyes and the exquisite feeling of the cum starting to
move up my cock seized me. My mom's fingers worked faster and
faster. Stroking my foreskin up and down, moving with quick
twists.

"Come to Him,..." sang the choir all together.

My eyes shot open. I was going to squirt, I couldn't stop it. The
cum was moving up My cock. It was going to go all over the place.
But I couldn't help it.

Just as the spasms started mother leaned over and put her mouth
over my cock.

"Glory, glory, glory ..." sang the men.

I felt her wet lips run up and down his tip in a sensuous sucking
motion. That did it, he squirted a giant load of cum into his
mother's mouth.

"Give me your grace O Lord," sang the girls.

I felt her gulping as she worked to get it all and every time I
thought I was done I had another spasm and another squirt. After
what seemed liked minutes I stopped and my mother licked my cock
clean. She sat up as casually as if she had been retrieving a
dropped hymnbook and put my cock back and zipped up my fly.

"Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah." sang the entire choir,
their voices ringing around the church.

I lay rested against the back of the pew, slightly slumped. I
felt hot and sweaty and totally drained.

When we were standing on the steps, My mother  congratuled
Pasture on the service. As we walked away one of the plump,
perfumed ladies approached us.

"I couldn't help noticing your son during the choral piece," she
said.

"Oh yes."  mother replied.

"It was like he was transported." She turned to me. "Have you
ever considered becoming a pastor?"

my mouth opened in surprise. "Ah...no...not really."

"Well you should. It's clear that you have a deep spiritual
connection with religion," she said and she bustled off to join a
group of women waiting for her.

 Mother stood there and watched her go.

She turned to me, "You're disgusting," her voice was venomous and
full of anger.

"But mum, it was--"

"Be quiet!" mother interrupted, glaring at me. "I've never heard
of anyone doing anything so dirty, so filthy, so ..." her face
was twisted in a look of total disgust. "and in a church, in a
house of worship. You're going to be severely punished young
man." With that she strode off and i had to run to catch up to
her.


After dinner that night I went to my room to do my homework. I
never saw, or heard anything, but I was sure that I was being
watched part of the time. About ten o'clock I went to tell my
mother good night and found her already in her bedroom. She was
wearing just a shirt, sitting on the edge of her bed. The shirt
was long enough to cover her completely, but I found it extremely
enticing and struggled to hide the growing bulge in my pajamas.

"Good night son," she said, "I'm going to go to bed early too,
I'm really tired." She glanced down at my crotch and smiled.

Me: "Can I ask you something mom?"

Mom: "Yes! But be brief please." she said,

Me: "Actually I'm having a slight problem."

Mom: "What seems to be your problem exactly?"

Me: "I am having a tough time concentrating on studies. My mind
is always wandering about girls and you know how impure thoughts
can lead to impure deeds..."

Mom: "If you are having impure thoughts you should do a
confessional with Pasture Orson."

Me: "I can't bring myself to confess to him. What would he think
of me? He's been almost like a father to me, and he's expecting a
lot from me."

Mom: "I think you should find a temporary outlet for your urge,
and after some time you'll find your faith build up,"

Me: "Will you help me to get over my impure thoughts mom?"

Mom: "But its incest and the Bible say it is wrong."

I picked the bible from the bed side table. Mom looked at me in
surprise. I told her that it is written in the Genesis, "And Cain
knew his wife. What it means mom? It means only one thing that he
married his mother as Bible doesn't mention any of his sisters."

I could see that her nipples were harder than I have ever seen
them.

"There is some freaky stuff in Genesis but then Bible tells us to
resist and refrain from temptations." She replied.

"The bible says that 'You shall not disgrace your father by
having intercourse with your mother.' In our case there is no
father involved so we won't disgrace anyone if we...."

"Sex with all family members is prohibited in Bible."

"This is not the view of science. In reality sex with family
members is no different than sex with anyone else."

I tried to convince her by using the book to fondle her boobs.
She was horrified. "What are you doing, that's a holy book".

I told her I wanted to be a motherfucker. I told her I wanted to
her to be my dirty slut.

She told me that if we did this that there would be no turning
back. I held her. I rubbed her back and whispered pleading words
in her ears. Eventually she calmed down and when my hand went to
her ass she gave me a leering smile and told me then it was her
motherly duty to give her boy what he wanted. She then pushed me
onto the bed and fell on top of me with her mouth on mine. As she
did this she also pulled my shorts off.

"Did mommy make it so big and hard? Well, I'll just have to make
it satisfied, won't I?" Her voice sounded like she was a
different person, in a different world.

I stood mutely as her hands deftly stroked my cock back and
forth, slowly. I relished her touch. Suddenly mom plopped my cock
into her mouth like a lolli-pop. I heard myself gasp, as her
tongue cured my till then, mute tongue.

"Ooohh!!...Aaahhh!!!" I stammered as mom sucked on my cock. She
expertly rolled her tongue around its head, and stroked its base
with her right hand. If I had any inhibitions remaining, they
melted away in her saliva.

Her hand roamed through my pubes to my ass-cheeks. I watched in
wonder as my cock disappeared in mom's mouth. She had swallowed
the whole thing!

She cupped my balls and rolled them in her hand as her head
bobbed up and down on my cock. Mom was only able let out
whimpers, as my cock went in and out of her mouth. After a few
seconds I felt my cum well up in my balls. I gripped mom's head
and fucked her face. My hips bucked feverishly, as I spurted my
cum into her throat.

"Ohhhh!!! Aaaghhrr!!" I blurted as my cock spurted into her warm
and wet mouth. I don't think mom even tasted my seed, because I
was forcing my cock half way down her throat when it erupted.

I ran my hands through her hair, and then abruptly tore her shirt
apart. Buttons flew, as I half opened the shirt to reveal her
breasts as she was not wearing any bra. The sight of her milky
flesh rejuvenated my lust.

Her white breasts were jiggling freely as I squeezed them in my
palms. Their areolas were large, and were a light pink color. I
twisted her left nipple between my fingers, as my mouth went to
her other nipple.

As one of my hands assisted her breasts into my devouring mouth,
my other hand slipped into her panties and squeezed her ass
cheeks. I let my index finger slip downward to her clit, which
was hard and bulging on her skin. Mom rested her head in the
hollow of my shoulder, her body hot and trembling.

And she moaned.

I massaged her clit, up and down, rolling it around on my finger.
I let it travel further, and it met a wet, slippery slit. There
was a small squishing sound as I swirled my finger around in her
lubrication, allowing the very tip of my finger to dip inside
her. Her fingers tightened on my shoulders, and her lips started
to caress my neck, her breath heavy and gasping in my ear.

Her breath quickened. "Oh! Oh, my God!"

Pushing her on the bed I tore off her panties and pulled her
milky thighs open.

"Mama's going to want her boy to grow up right on her muff pie?"
she said. She noticed that I was hard again and she smiled. "Its
time now baby. Its time to become a motherfucker. Your dick in my
cunt will be our wedding vows. Are you ready to fuck your mother?
Are you sure you want your mother to be your wife? "

"You want me to fuck your CUNT mom" I asked despite knowing the
answer.

"Don't call it a c-u-n-t... please. Its vulgar,"

Instead of replying I pried open her pussy lips with one hand and
guided my cock to her opening. I rammed my cock into her dripping
pussy and it was like coming home. Mom was surprised at my sudden
thrust. She moaned as her tight hole filled with my meat.

"Ugh -- ughl, you hurting me... take it out -- you pig, no don't
do me - I changed my mind."

Her request was of no avail as I pumped my cock in and out of her
tight, hot hole. Her juices provided all the lubricant I needed.
My hands gripped her hips, as I pistoned my cock in her pussy
furiously. My balls were slapping her ass as our bushes meshed
together with each thrust. My grunts, and mom's moans and
whimpers, were getting louder at the second.

Mom was moaning and pleading for me to stop, but at the same time
wrapping her legs up around eine. Her hands were rubbing my back
and pulling my head down till we were kissing. "You must stop,
ohhhh, you shouldn't fuck me... no more it hurts... aughhhh - my
gawd son, you're so deep!"

The cries continued as I fucked my mother until I felt my balls
fill with cum again, and looked down to see my cock disappearing
and pulling out in succession.

I pushed hard against her pelvic bone and firing thick strings of
come up her pussy. Mom sobbed out, "Ugh --- shhiitt --- your
fucking me --- augh noooo, ugh it hurts, --- oh gawd give it to
me --- your coming in me aren't you --- I think I'm going to come
--- SON --- my gawd --- it feels so strong --- aughhhh!"

I shot my load of cum into her pussy without hesitation. My cock
was milked clean by her convulsing pussy. Her pussy walls gripped
my cock and then relaxed, as I collapsed on top of her torso. In
a few moments I heard my mom saying,

"Eeeeaaaaaauuu, aaaahhh, oh my gawd, I'm getting off so hard and
god help me for allowing my own son to fuck me!"

"What you did, you did with good intention mom,"

"Maybe we shouldn't have done it together - were mother and son."

"Mom, don't cry... it was wonderful and the best so far,"

"I only hope your male juice isn't so potent that I can become a
mommy. What will happen if I became pregnant?"

We looked at each other and mom had tears in her eyes.

Suddenly she jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. She
wanted to take my cum out of her cunt. I could see she was
holding her right hand between her legs and decided she was
feeling my come running out of her pussy. In a few moments I
heard my mother crying and heard the shower start to spray water
against the tub and shower enclosure.

I went to my room, pissed at myself. About an hour later mom came
to my room, looking a lot calm.

"Mom I m so sorry, I didn't mean to cum in you, I just couldn't
help it, my body just took over."

"Don't worry about it now. I understand that was your first time
and it's hard to have control over it."

"Really you're not mad at me. But you gonna get pregnant"

"Ha-ha, just because a man cums inside a woman doesn't mean she's
getting pregnant. A woman's body has to be just right for her to
get pregnant. And I seriously doubt that one time will get me
pregnant. It's nothing to worry about for the moment"

"Oh, well does this mean we still get to have sex"

"Ha-ha you have a one track mind don't you. The answer is 'NO' if
you want to have it without wearing a condom, understand"