Mom's UNHOLY desires
By BADASS_DEVIL
"Bless me father for I have sinned," a sexy female voice confessed. "It's been three hours since my last confession."
"Three hours?!" the priest asked in disbelief. "That's not very long to go without sinning."
"Yes, I know, I've um...been struggling a lot."
"Struggling with what, dear? What sin have you committed in God's eyes?"
"I had sex with my son, and..."
"And what, dear?"
ONE WEEK EARLIER
"Come on guys...you're gonna be late for school," Jane shouted as she scrambled to find her keys. The beautiful mother had long fiery-red hair and a perfect complexion. Her friends from church always told her that she was a striking image of the Aussie actress, Isla Fisher.
Jane's young daughter, Eve, was the first to hurry down the stairs. "Have you seen my book bag?" she asked in a distressed tone.
"It's by the front door, honey," Jane answered. "Where's your brother?"
"Probably still sleeping."
The mother quickly climbed the stairway to fetch her son. Her conservative dress clung to her luscious curves, which included a thick, round ass and tremendously-large breasts. Her heels clicked loudly as she marched to her son's room and, without thinking, threw open the door. "Henry, we need to..."
Jane gasped and turned her head as she realized her son was on his bed masturbating. "Henry! What are you doing?!" she asked in shock, even though she knew the answer.
"I'm just um...getting up," the boy awkwardly answered, covering his junk. "Can I have just a few minutes, mom?"
The mother backed out of his doorway, blushing by what they both knew she'd just seen. "We'll be in the car. You need to hurry!" she admonished, then rushed away.
When she got downstairs her husband, Damian, was gathering his things. He was a handsome, 40-something version of her son, in a sharp suit and tie. "I forgot to mention that the Parkers are joining us for dinner tonight. I hope that's ok?" her husband asked.
"The Parkers?" Jane asked.
"Yes, they're the new members of the congressmen that just moved here from California."
"Oh, yes, the Parkers...of course," his wife smiled. She had completely forgotten that they had extended that invitation upon meeting them the previous Sunday. Damian was the pastor at their church and they tried to make it a point of having new families over as a welcoming gesture.
"Are you ok? You look distressed," Jane's husband asked, noticing how his wife looked as though she had just witnessed something shocking while upstairs.
"Yes, I'm fine," she answered, forcing a smile. "The kids are just slow-going this morning. It's got me a little stressed."
The truth was she wasn't fine. Even though she had just caught a quick look at what Henry was doing, the vision of his cock was frozen in her mind like a still-image. Even with his hand wrapped around the base, Chelsea saw a substantial-amount of cock-meat sticking up in the air, including one of the fattest knobs she'd ever laid eyes on. Not that she'd seen a ton of penis's in her life, but her son's was still the largest she'd ever beheld. "I can't believe he was just...laying there stroking on it!" she thought, but then reminded herself that it was a normal thing for boys his age. "All boys masturbate. I suppose I was bound to catch him at some point."
The car ride was awkward, with Henry hardly looking over at his mom. They were both clearly embarrassed by what happened earlier. Jane finally broke the silence when she stopped the car to drop him off at the high school. "Have a good day, honey. Stay focused, ok?" she admonished.
"See ya, mom!" Her son responded, getting out as quickly as he could.
Once back home, the mother set about her daily cleaning tasks. She was a traditional housewife, but now that both her children were in school, she also did a lot of volunteering at their church. 'The Rexburg Church of the Holy Savior' was a splinter sect that closely resembled the catholic church, especially in it's religious traditions. One thing that was different, however, was that priests and nuns were allowed to marry and have children. Jane's husband, Damian, was one of two pastors at the church. The other was Father, Mack, who was soon to retire from the ministry.
As she swept the upstairs hallway, Jane stopped suddenly when she reached her son's doorway. It was the same view she had earlier, minus the naked, masturbating teenager on
the bed. The image of Henry's big horny cock suddenly appeared in her head, making her insides tingle. "STOP!" her mind shouted. "Think about something else!"
She continued sweeping, trying to shake the image of her handsome son beating off his huge cock on his bed. However, like someone who'd been put in a trance, she was drawn inside her boy's bedroom and walked over to his bed. The mother inhaled deeply, letting the potent teenage pheromones that lingered in the room sweep through her senses. She was so in tune with her sensory facility that she could pinpoint exactly what it was she was smelling. It was part sweat, part cologne and part male-sperm, probably from Henry's earlier ejaculation. Her body responded like any hypersexual female's would. First, with a warm tingling sensation that swept through her mature frame. Then, the big pinks caps on her tits got swollen and stiffened beneath her bra, resulting in nipples that became extremely turgid. Her clitoris engorged, causing her fleshy hood to retract, exposing her throbbing glans. "You need to get out of here!" her mind admonished.
She began to turn towards the door, but something caught her eye. She knew what it was. She'd seen it before and knew it's purpose. Most of the time, when collecting Henry's laundry, she would just quickly throw it in the basket, without giving it much thought, but not today. Not after what she'd seen her son doing earlier.
Jane pulled the rag out from under her son's pillow. It was an old kitchen towel that Henry had taken to use as his cum-rag. Usually it was stiff and crusty, but this morning it was dripping with a fresh load of cum.
"Oh, good Lord!" the mother said out loud, putting one hand over her mouth in shock as the other held the rag by her fingertips. Huge streaks of pearlescent-colored jizz ran down the fabric and began dripping down onto the teenager's bed. "That can't all possibly be from one ejaculation, can it?" the bewildered mother asked herself.
Against her better judgement, Jane brought them to her nose and sniffed. Her reaction was quick and drastic. Her heart-rate increased, while her entire body gave off an aroused shudder. Jane's eyes seemed to roll back involuntarily from the warm musky aroma of her boy's cum-load. Down between her legs, her love-nubbin throbbed almost unbearably. She knew if she even touched her clitoris she'd begin having a mind-blowing orgasm. "GET OUT, NOW, JANE!!" her brain screamed.
The mother dropped the cum-rag and rushed from her son's room. She had nearly stripped naked by the time she reached the shower. She quickly turned the water on, then jumped in with her bra and panties still unremoved. When the cold water struck her, she gasped sharply. Then, her back thumped against the shower wall and she quickly crammed her hand into her panties. The water had caused her silky white bra to become translucent, revealing the true enormity of her breasts. Her hardened mammilla were pinkish-purple in color and looked thick and rubbery in texture. Her boobs shimmied heavily, back and forth, even while still being contained, as her body trembled from the contact she was making with her clit.
The housewife's sexy legs suddenly bowed inward and trembled delightfully. Her pretty head arched back, so her wet red hair hung down, while she gave off the most wonderful orgasmic cry that a mother could make. Her finger strummed her fleshy clit like a bass guitar string, while she felt the warmth of her female ejaculate run down her thighs.
"Bless me, father, for I have sinned," she whispered an hour later as she sat in the confessional booth at church. "It's been a week since my last confession."
"God's forgiveness is great, dear," Father Mack, the senior pastor at the church reminded her. "Tell me what you've done."
"I walked in on my son...um, masturbating his penis this morning," she answered. "It...gave me...very unholy desires."
"I see," Father Morgan muttered. "You're not alone, dear. Many mothers face the same struggle as you. Be strong. Show penance and God will forgive."
"Thank you, Father."
After Jane had exited the confession booth she felt like a weight of guilt had been lifted. She was met by Sister Emma, the church's nun. "Jane! It's so good to see you!" Emma beamed, then glanced over at the booth. "Nothing like a good confessional to get the morning started right."
"Yes," the mother blushed. "How have you been?"
"Good. Your husband has me busy with all sorts of tasks this morning. Say, umm...how's that handsome son of yours, Henry?" Emma asked.
"Henry? He's, uh, good," the mom answered, trying not to let her mind drift back to that morning. "Just busy with baseball and trying to keep his grades up."
"Ah, yes...school, and speaking of that, I've been doing some private teaching lately, here at the church, and I think Henry would benefit from one of the sessions I do."
"Sessions?"
"Yes, well as we know it can be a very awkward and confusing time for a boy Henry's age, sexually I mean."
"Oh, right," Jane nodded in agreement. "Very confusing."
"Yes, that's why, with the permission of the church, I've been offering private tutoring sessions in sex education. What would you think about Henry attending some lessons?" Emma asked.
"Well, I um...think that would be up to Henry. I mean, technically he's 18 now, so he's certainly adult enough to handle it, but it would have to be his decision."
"I agree. I'll speak to him about it this Sunday," Emma said. "I just always like to keep the mothers informed in such matters. Sometimes, they even like to sit in and offer some perspective on the topic. So, if he does agree...you're more that welcome to join us."
"Oh...well, thank you. I'll um...think on it," Jane replied.
"Do that," Emma said with a pretty smile. "It was so good to see you, dear."
After popping in and saying a quick hello to her husband, Jane headed back home. That evening, they had the new family, the Parkers, over for dinner. While the husbands chatted it up out on the deck, Jane sat in the living room next to Sandi Parker.
"The girls are having a blast out there!" Sandi smiled, looking out the window at their daughters as they played on the swing-set.
"I know. I can't believe they're only a month apart in age," Jane added.
Sandi's eyes drifted to Henry, who still sat at the table eating, but was too far away to hear the mothers conversing. "Your son is gorgeous!" Sandi confessed. "He must really have a lot of young harlots at school chasing him?"
"Not that he ever mentions, but I suppose he probably does."
Sandi's eyes lingered on the boy a moment, imagining herself bent over naked in front of him. Her face suddenly saddened. "Can I ask you something...personal, Jane?" she asked.
"Sure," the mother replied.
"What would you do if there was something you wanted in the bedroom, from your husband, of course, but he wanted no part of it?" Sandi asked.
"Well, um...I don't know, I..."
"I'm sorry," Sandi blurted. "I've only just met you. I shouldn't be asking such questions, or coming to you with my marital issues."
"No, it's fine. I mean, I don't know how much help I can be, but I'm always willing to listen."
"Jerry and I have a good sex life, but it's always the same, night after night. I mean, it's not over in two minutes, I don't mean that, but he's just not willing to try it in different ways," Sandi admitted.
"Different...positions you mean?" Jane asked.
"Yeah, it's always the traditional missionary position or laying behind me. For years I've been wanting to try it doggy-style, but he's unwilling."
Jane shook her head in confusion. "Do he say why?"
"He says it's the way animals do it and that God didn't intend for humans to have sex that way."
"Oh, well I don't know why a person would ever think that," Jane giggled.
"Right? I mean, your husband's a minister. Does he refuse to have sex with you that way?" Sandi pried.
Jane uncrossed her legs uncomfortably. "Well, my husband and I don't actually have sex much these days," she admitted.
"You don't have sex?"
"No, um...because he's a pastor, he's only allowed to have marital sex for the purpose of procreation."
"Good grief, I never knew that about the ministry," Sandi stated. "It's a wonder that you don't have a dozen kids running around then."
Jane giggled, but then got a more serious expression on her pretty face. "I'm not really able to have kids anymore. I had an emergency medical procedure a couple years ago that unfortunately prevents me from having any more," she explained.
"So, wait...are you saying that you and Damian don't have sex at all then?"
"Yes...we haven't had sex in years, sadly."
"Oh my God...that must be so hard for you?" Sandi said consolingly.
"Some days no, but most days yes."
"I feel so awful," Sandi admitted. "Here I am feeling sorry for myself that I only get it a certain way and you don't get it at all."
"You don't have to feel bad, Sandi...really. We all make our choices in life. Marrying a minister was one I made, and now I'm living with it the best I can."
"You must masturbate constantly!" Sandi giggled. "You ARE allowed to masturbate, right?"
"Yes, and trust me I do," Jane admitted.
"Well, I know you hardly know me, but if you ever need someone to talk to don't hesitate to call me. We're sisters in Christ."
" thank you," Jane said, sharing a hug with her new friend.
A few days later, the families got on their Sunday best and went to church. Being a pastor, Damian was expected to be up front, but his wife and kids sat on the church pews, sharing a row with the new family, the Parkers.
Henry despised church. It was the most boring part of his week. Today, however, he was kind of excited to be sitting between his mom and Sandi Parker. Both of them had their sexy legs crossed, which made their dresses ride up to the middle of their thighs. Henry marveled at how silky their freshly-shaved legs look and how they gave off a slick-looking sheen. He imagined what it would be like to have such legs wrapped around him, while he sheathed his dong in their hot pussies.
As Father Mack's sermon went on and on, the boy's eyes peeked over at his mom's breasts. It wasn't that her dress was immodest by any means, but her tits were just so damn large that they could make any top seem obscene. He breathed in deeply, taking in the scent of their sweet perfume and the hint of something else. Turning his head slightly, he set his lusty eyes on Sandi's big knockers. While not quite as large as Jane's, the blonde-haired mother's boobs were still substantially larger than most women in the congregation.
After gawking for a moment, Henry's eyes drifted up to Sandi's face and saw her peeking over at him with a knowing smile. He quickly diverted his attention to the sermon, clearly blushing.
"He was just staring at my tits!" Sandi thought. Her eyes drifted to his crotch and suddenly went wide by what she saw.
Jane's cellphone buzzed on her lap. She looked to find a text from Sandi. It read:
"I hate to point this out at a time like this, but I think your son has a boner. "
Jane's eyes got as big as Sandi's did as she peeked over at her boy's crotch. It was obvious by the tented fabric of his dress-pants that he had a raging boner. She quickly looked away as her heartrate increased.
"Teenage boys! " the mother texted back.
Sandi did her best to suppress her giggle, then texted back.
"What do you think got him like that? Our legs maybe? "
"I've always heard that boys his age can get spontaneous erections. Maybe that's all it is," Jane texted back.
Her eyes darted down and lingered on her son's bulge. "Good grief...it's so hard I can see the shape of the tip pushing out from beneath the fabric," she thought, then forced herself to look away.
Her phone vibrated as Sandi texted her again. "Also high testosterone levels and healthy blood flow. Supposedly erections are at their most rigid at that age. ??-hard! "
"Good grief. I can't believe I'm having a conversation about erect penis's during church," Jane thought.
Both moms were having a difficult time focusing on the sermon. Their eyes kept returning to the boy's erect cock-bulge, staring at it wantonly. They were fully conscious of how erect their nipples were inside their bras and how slippery cuntal nectar was secreting from their Skene's glands, just beneath the crotch of their panties.
"Just curious...what makes you think it's US that made it that way?" Jane texted Sandi.
"Well, he's sitting between two grown women. He can probably smell our pheromones. Plus, we both have nice legs and are large-chested. For most boys, that's a turn-on," Sandi messaged back.
"I suppose...maybe... ...but in church?!" Jane replied.
"Let try something and then we'll know for sure," Sandi suggested.
"Try something??"
"Yes. Let's uncross our legs, then cross them again the other way and see if his penis twitches," Sandi suggested.
"I don't know, Sandi. I don't think I really wanna encourage that sort of thing."
"Aren't you curious to know if YOU'RE the reason your son is getting an erection in church?" Sandi asked.
"Maybe I'm afraid to know."
"We're not doing anything inappropriate. It's just readjusting our legs...that's all."
They watched the boy's cock intently as they uncrossed their sexy legs. This definitely got the teen's attention. Both moms stared in shock as the spike of Henry's boner twitched, while they crossed their naked legs again.
"Did you see that? Did you see it twitch?" Sandi texted.
"Yes, there was definitely a reaction and the tip seems to have mushroomed a little bigger than it was before," Jane responded, her heart nearly racing out of her chest.
"That was most certainly a penile throb that we just witnessed. We'll know for sure here in a second, if a big wet spot starts to form on the tip."
The mother's hearts were beating a mile-a-minute as they both stared at the crown of Henry's penis. Just as Sandi had predicted, a wet-spot began to soak through the fabric of his pants on the peak of his cock.
Jane quickly texted her. "You were right. His pre-ejaculate is staring to soak through his pants."
"That means he's not just hard, Jane...he's aroused ," Sandi replied.
Henry wasn't oblivious to the fact that his mom and Sandi Parker were staring at his package. He was well endowed, with a penis that was nearly nine-inches long when fully erect, so he was proud to show it off. Plus, he knew the rules of the priesthood, and that his parents hadn't had sex in years. He knew his mom must be secretly craving a big dick like his.
After the sermon they stood to file out of the rows. Standing behind his mom, Henry 'accidentally' bumped her thick ass several times with the tip of his boner as they made their way our of the building.
"Such a beautiful sermon, wasn't it?" Sister Emma asked them as she stood just outside the church.
"Inspiring!" Jane replied, even though she hadn't listened to a word of it. Her mind was too occupied by what was going on beneath her son's pants.
"I'm not sure if he told you, but Henry and I had a chat before the meeting," Emma said. "He's interested in the sexual education sessions and is completely comfortable with you joining."
"Really?" Jane asked, then looked over at her son. "Are you sure, honey? I don't wanna make it seem awkward by me being there."
"No, it's fine," the boy replied. "Sister Emma said that you could probably give some valuable input."
"Well...sure, I mean, I'll help out in any way I can."
"Great!" Emma beamed. "How does tomorrow afternoon at 3 sound?"
"We'll be there," the mother assured her.
Damian had to stay and attend to his church duties, so the mother took her two children home. She turned to her son when they stepped in the door. "Henry, can we chat in your room?" she asked.
"Sure, mom," he answered.
The teen followed his mom upstairs and Jane could practically feel his eyes on her meaty buttocks the whole time.
When they arrived in his bedroom, Jane closed his door, while her son sat on his bed. "Am I in trouble?" he asked.
"No, but there is an issue I need to discuss with you," she stated.
"What is it?"
"Honey, you can't just go getting erections at church."
"Erections?"
"Yes, erections, Henry. Your penis was hard during Father Hanson's entire sermon," the mother chided.
"Oh, I guess I didn't really notice."
"Well I did, especially when you were poking it against my butt while we were walking out."
"Oh," the boy muttered, realizing that he was actually getting another boner, while glancing down at the swell of his mom's huge tits. "Sorry, I guess I didn't realize it was touching you."