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And then did our great and loving God know his mother’s flesh. They were united once more. From her sprang the strength and devotion of His followers.

—First Book of Vivian 21:34

Sandra “Sandy” Glassner – South Hill, WA

“Shit,” Mark said, and I jumped in Mary’s embrace.

I was so enchanted by my son’s fiancee, I forgot Mark was sitting next to me. What was wrong with me? Ever since Betty, I was starting to wonder if I was a lesbian. And here I was panting after my future daughter-in-law. The fact I just killed my abusive husband barely register in my mind. All that seemed to matter was Mary and her beautiful, wicked smile.

“There’s an emergency at my rental property,” Mark answered.

“You have a rental property?” I asked in complete confusion. He was a vacuum-cleaner salesman. Since when did he own a rental property?

“I invested in real estate with some of my poker winnings,” Mark answered. He did mention that in the phone call. Those darn FBI agents almost had me believing my good boy was a bank robber and a rapist.

My eyes were drawn back to Mary. She had the deepest, green eyes that twinkled naughtily.

Get a hold of yourself, Sandy. But Mary was just so desirable. I wanted to kiss her lips so badly.

“There’s a burst pipe. I got to take care of this. I’m really sorry,” Mark finished.

“Oh, okay,” I absently said, staring into Mary’s eyes. My hand caressed something warm. It took me a moment to realize I was rubbing Mary’s beautiful thigh. Her jean skirt was so short, so inviting. I was reacting just like I had when I talked to Mary on the phone a few days ago.

I couldn’t believe that I started masturbating during that conversation.

“I’m sure Mary and I will find something pleasant to do.” Why did I say that? I needed to take a cold shower. I needed to get out of this itchy housecoat and show Mary my body.

“I’m sure we will, Sandy,” Mary said with a throaty laugh.

Was she flirting back?

How did this happen to me?

I must be a lesbian. When I started the affair with Betty a few years ago, I thought it was just a fluke. David may have always been an abusive prick, but he was a passionate lover. And I enjoyed our lovemaking. But his drinking had grown so badly he had trouble getting erect any longer.

I had grown so horny and then Betty moved back in with her parents.

She was so beautiful, with that mocha-cream skin and her enchanting, blue eyes. Her mixed-race heritage made her so exotic. Her father was half-black himself, and her mom was a Norwegian beauty. The combination produced a stunningly beautiful girl. I had gone months without making love to David when I realized Betty was flirting with me.

I was so horny and masturbation wasn’t cutting it any longer. I had even considered taking a lover, but I just couldn’t bring myself to break my marriage vows. But Betty was a woman, I told myself. It wasn’t really cheating with her. I didn’t even think I was a lesbian after our first time.

It was pleasant, not as good as a man, but fun. And I felt I had kept my vows.

It was only sex if a man’s penis went into your vagina. President Clinton had said. So, you couldn’t really have sex with a woman. Therefore it was just fun, not adultery. Maybe homosexuality was a sin, but I wasn’t an adulteress. That was what I told myself. Mark and Samantha always wanted me to leave David, but I swore a vow before god.

Until death I swore, and that’s how it ended.

I could still feel the shotgun in my hands, how hard I had to squeeze the trigger, the roar it made, and how much it hurt when the stock bucked into my shoulder.

Mary’s enchanting presence drowned out the guilt over killing David. When I shot him, I was sure he was going to go kill Betty. The sweet girl had fled when David caught us in bed, and this mad thought entered my mind that he was going to hurt her. I couldn’t let him do that. And…and it was easy. He had hurt me so badly before I didn’t even hesitate to kill my husband.

“What should we do?” Mary asked, scooting a little closer. Her flowery perfume filled my nose, an intoxicating fragrance.

I couldn’t help but slid my hand higher up her thigh, nearing that short, enticing skirt and what was hiding underneath. I was such a horrible mother. I wanted to seduce my son’s fiancee. But that didn’t stop me from sliding my hand higher and higher. Her thigh was silky smooth and warm.

“I would like to get to know my future daughter-in-law better,” I husked like a wanton trollop. I was a good, god-fearing woman. So why was I doing this? Betty was bad enough, but Mary was almost my daughter-in-law.

Was that why I was so wet? Mary was the same age as my daughter Samantha. No, that couldn’t be it. Mary and Samantha were so different. Samantha had raven-black hair, not the enticing auburn of Mary, nor did she have Mary’s enchanting, green eyes. Or her delicious lips.

It took me a moment to realize that I had leaned over and captured those red lips with my own, hungrily nibbling at Mary’s lower lip. Dismay filled me even as I kissed her harder. Mary would think her future mother-in-law was some sort of lesbian hussy.

And then she kissed me back. Delight filled me as those soft lips worked against mine. A hot fire rushed through me. My son’s fiancee was kissing me, her tongue lightly pressing against my lips, wanting to bury inside my mouth.

My lips parted I let her in.

Mary moaned into our kiss as her hands unknotted the ties of my housecoat. The scratchy fabric slid off my hard nipples, shooting delicious tingles to my wet pussy. I shuddered and groaned into her sweet kiss as my naked body was revealed to her.

This was so wrong. How could I do this to Mark? He was my good boy. How could I betray him like this? How could Mary betray him?

For a moment, anger surged in me. How could this hussy allow her fiancee’s mother to seduce her? She wasn’t even putting up a fight. She was into kissing me. I was about to break the kiss and lay into her for cheating on my son.

And then her hand caressed my hard nipple. I shivered as her fingers were deft and gentle as they rolled the hard nub. All resistance fled me. I was a lesbian. I was a slave to my desires. And I desired Mary so much.

Eternity seemed to pass as we kissed on the couch, her hands exploring my body. She touched me everywhere, my face, my throat, my stomach, my thighs. My wet pussy. My achingly wet and naughty pussy.

No, it was my hungry, lesbian cunt.

I shuddered on Mary’s fingers when she slipped inside my hungry hole. Mary’s thumb rubbed my clit in small circles, coaxing an orgasm out of me. Pleasure rippled through my body. It was so wonderful. My body was on fire. Mary knew how to please a woman.

I gasped into her mouth, wrestling with her tongue, as she fingered me slowly and gently until I couldn’t take the pleasure any longer.

“I need to taste you,” I panted as I broke the kiss. “Please.

Mary smiled as she sucked her fingers clean of my pussy, savoring my flavor. “I want nothing more, Sandy.”

My heart beat so fast as she stood up.

* * *

Mary Sullivan

I led Sandy away from the couch. She was a gorgeous woman. I would make love to this beautiful creature in the very bed I shared with her son. That thought sent a naughty thrill through my body. My pussy clenched. And then Mark would fuck her. Tonight, Mark would cross the same taboo lines I already had.

We climbed the stairs in silence, both of us burning with passion. She followed me with eager excitement as I led her into the master bedroom and to my bed. I pushed her back on the bed, letting her body spread out. She was gorgeous.

Sandy’s eyes burned as I undressed. She licked her lips, hungry for my body. She was no stranger to a woman’s touch. I could feel it. Mark really did not know his mother at all. She was a woman that burned with passions just beneath her calm surface.

Sandy gasped as I revealed my small, perky breasts covered in freckles. I rolled a dusky nipple while Sandy undulated on the bed. I winked at her as I wiggled out of my tight jean skirt, unveiling my waxed pussy. My fingers stroked the heart sculpted from my pubic hair decorated my pudenda.

“You look so innocent and young,” Sandy moaned, “until I look in your eyes.”

“What do you see?” I purred.

“Hunger.”

I licked my lips and nodded. “I am very hungry for you.”

I knew she wanted to taste me, but I just couldn’t resist sliding between her thighs and pressing my face into her bushy, brown pubic hair. Her curls were matted with her excitement. My tongue licked through her silky folds, and Sandy shuddered, arching her back.

“Yes,” she moaned as she grabbed her nipple. She pinched it hard as my tongue slid through her pussy.

I loved the spicy, tart flavor of my future mother-in-law’s pussy. My tongue licked her everywhere. I caressed her labia, teased her clit, and probed her hole. Sandy gasped and shuddered as I devoured her. She had such a beautiful voice. I moaned into her snatch as I nibbled on her pussy lips.

This was so hot. I was eating my fiance’s mother out. I was such a wicked girl. My tongue wiggled deeper into her depths. Sandy moaned and humped as she pulled on her nipples, savoring the pleasure I gave her.

“Mmm, eat my pussy, Mary,” Sandy moaned. “Yes, yes, eat me! You are making me cum, sweet Mary! Yes, yes! Keep doing what you are doing! Oh, wow! Wow!”

Sandy let go of her nipples as she bucked into my hungry mouth. Her fingers seized the sheets with an iron grip as she writhed on the bed. I moved up and let my tongue flick at her clit as I shoved a pair of fingers in and out of her cumming pussy.

She was a firecracker. She came so easily.

Sandy’s pussy spasmed about my fingers. I fucked them in and out faster and faster. I loved the way her naughty hole clenched and relaxed on my fingers. My tongue assaulted her clit, swirling about her pearl before I sucked it into my mouth.

My future mother-in-law gasped and bucked on the bed as I nibbled on her clit. I pressed my lips against her as she came harder and harder. My fingers curled inside her pussy. I caressed along the tops of her pussy wall, searching for that special spot.

“Yes, yes!” Sandy moaned as I found her G-spot. “Oh, fuck yes!”

“You like that?” I hissed as I caressed the bundle of nerves.

“I do,” she gasped as her body heaved. “I’m just a lesbian whore. I love it. Finger me. Fuck me. Eat my pussy. Make me cum.”

“Gladly,” I moaned and sucked her clit back between my lips.

The bed creaked as she thrashed. I wanted to give my future mother-in-law as much pleasure as I could. I kept tonguing her clit and fingering her G-spot until Sandy fell back in a heap, her breasts heaving, her body wrung out of pleasure.

“Darn,” she muttered. “That was amazing.”

“It was,” I agreed, licking my lips. “I’m glad I could pleasure you, Sandy.”

Her fingers grasped my auburn hair and pulled me up her body. “Mmm, let me taste myself on your lips.”

I crawled up Sandy’s body, my face sticky with her juices. My breasts dragged across her flat stomach. She had a perfect stomach, only slightly marred with a few stretch marks from her two pregnancies.

I gasped as our nipples kissed right before my lips met hers. Sandy moaned, her tongue flicking along my lips, savoring her flavor. She loved the taste of pussy. Her kiss grew hotter. I knew what she wanted.

She had to taste my pussy.

I was more than willing to give Sandy a taste of my snatch. I kept crawling up her body, smearing my pussy up her stomach to her breasts. I was so wet, my body trembling with desire. I needed to cum so hard.

“That is beautiful,” Sandy moaned as my pussy hovered above her lips. “You’re so tight and wet. I love your shaved pussy. It’s so cute.” Her lips pressed against my pussy and I let out a moan. Sandy purred, “You taste so sweet and spicy. What a wonderful ambrosia.”

“You can drink your fill,” I panted as I rubbed my clit on her face.

Sandy moaned her delight as her tongue played with my aching clit. She flicked my nub back and forth and brought such wicked moans from my mouth. Her hands gripped my plump ass, kneading me and pulling me down hard on her lips

“Sandy,” I panted. “Oh, yes, you know how to eat pussy.”

“I do,” Sandy purred. “I love it. You are delicious.”

Her tongue slid through my slit, exploring my folds. I shuddered as her tongue nimbly caressed my pussy before she found the entrance to my sheath. I gasped, squeezing my tits, as she thrust her tongue into my depths like a mini-cock.

“Fuck my cunt, Sandy,” I groaned as she worked her tongue in and out. Her fingers tightened on my ass.

I squirmed on her face as the pleasure swelled in my core. My fingers pinched my nipples as she devoured me. I loved the wet sound of her tongue sliding through my pussy and her excited moans as she savored every bit of my flesh.

“Mmm, Sandy, your tongue is amazing,” I purred.

I gasped in delight as her finger teased my asshole, caressing my puckered sphincter. My cunt clenched about her probing tongue. Her finger went deeper and deeper into my asshole. I groaned and shuddered in delight.

“I love anal sex,” I gasped.

“Me, too,” Sandy moaned. “David always fucked me up the ass when we were younger. And Bet…my lover and I indulged. Once, I fucked my lover in the ass with a carrot. I washed it and used it in a dinner I fed David.”

“You wicked slut,” I gasped, picturing Sandy and her lover, I suspected Betty, gasping on the bed as Sandy worked the carrot out of her lover’s ass. “Oh, you are an amazing mother-in-law.”

Sandy’s finger probed deeper into my bowels. Her tongue wiggled into my pussy. My hips twitched from side to side as the pleasure washed through me. Sandy captured my clit with her mouth, sucking hard as she fucked my ass faster.

“Fuck yes!” I moaned, rubbing my cunt on her lips. My orgasm swelled in my depths. “Eat my cunt, oh fuck yes! You’re so good! Mmm, yes! I’m gonna cream your face! Yes, yes, oh fucking yes! Here it comes, Sandy! Here comes my cream!”

My ass clenched on her finger as my orgasm exploded through my body. Sandy moaned as she drank down my juices flooding into her mouth. I writhed on her lips as the pleasure slammed through me. I pulled my nipples hard, adding more sensations to the bliss shooting through me.

Sandy nibbled on my clit, prolonging my bliss. I ground my pussy hard on her face as my body trembled. She was so good at eating pussy. The bed creaked beneath us as I screamed out my pleasure. Delight burned through me. My mind drowned in bliss.

I rolled off of her and lay panting beside Sandy on the bed. “Wow, you are the best mother-in-law ever.”

“I guess so,” Sandy groaned, licking her lips stained with my juices.

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Sandra “Sandy” Glassner

“Damn,” Mary moaned before turning about to snuggle up against me. “Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?”

“I…I…” started to say, but I just couldn’t bring myself to tell her about my lesbian affair. I was too ashamed of it. I was a married woman. A Christian, and I let myself descend into such sin.

And now I had done even worse.

“Was it Betty?” Mary asked perceptively. “Was that who your husband caught you with?”

I froze for a moment. My lips didn’t want to move. But Mary knew the truth. I just made love to her. I knew how to please a woman. If I could admit it to anyone, it was Mary. It was easier than admitting it to my daughter when she caught Betty and me last year.

“Yes,” I answered. “Betty and I were lovers.”

The guilt and grief and shame burst inside of me as I finally admitted it out loud. I was…a lesbian. I don’t know how it happened. It just did. My tears fell down my cheeks as I sobbed. My body shook as I clutched myself.

Then Mary hugged me. Her perky breasts pressed up against mine.

“He was going to hurt her,” I cried. “I couldn’t let him. She was so innocent. He should have just beat me like he always did. But not her. He couldn’t hurt her.”

“Shhh,” Mary soothed as she held me. “It’s okay. He’ll never hurt anyone. Mark told me about him. He was an asshole. Don’t waste your grief on him, okay.”

I sniffed. That was easy for her to say. If only life was that simple. I had loved him, once. Part of me never stopped loving him, the foolish girl in me that thought he would change. I believed that one day, he would stop drinking and be the man that I fell in love with. But the bitter, scarred woman in me hated him, the way he drank, and the way he’d hit me. Hit my children.

Mary’s hand stroked my face, and desire rushed through me as her lips brushed mine.

“Just put that aside for tonight,” Mary whispered. “You can grieve tomorrow. Tonight is about love.” Mary grabbed her phone and texted, her fingers a blur. “Just checking up on Mark,” Mary said, and the guilt hit me again.

I reeled. This was my son’s fiancee.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, “what have I done?”

“You needed comforting,” Mary answered, setting her phone aside. She bent down and nibbled on my nipple. “And I gave it to you. You’re family.”

“What have you done to me?” I whispered as my blood started to boil. “I’ve never felt like this before. Never.” Her eyes were so bewitching. “You are so enchanting, so enticing.”

“I put a spell on you,” Mary answered wickedly. “You’re putty in my hands. Aren’t you? You’d do any depraved, nasty sex act I told you to.”

I wanted to say no. “Yes,” I answered. “God help me, but I would.”

Mary’s smile was so wicked as she licked up to my neck. There were footsteps coming up the stairs, echoing through the house. Panic set in. Mark was back. He was going to find me in bed with his fiancee. He would hate me and look at me in disgust, just like David had. He looked too much like his father. I couldn’t take that.

Not again.

“We have to stop,” I moaned even as my pussy clenched in delight.

Mary’s tongue nibbled at my ear as the door opened. I wanted to yank up the sheets, to hide my nakedness from my son. Mary’s tongue was so wet on my ear, so pleasurable, that I could do nothing but let her lick me, to caress me.

Mark silhouetted the doorway.

My fear shot through me. “Please, just go away,” I moaned. “Don’t see me like this! I’m such a horrible mother, Mark. I’m sorry.”

“I want you to fuck your son,” Mary whispered. “He needs you. We need you!”

My legs spread open as Mark entered the room. I couldn’t fight my desires. Then I noticed my son.

Mark was naked, his body almost lean with just some of his pudginess remaining. He had lost weight since I last saw him. He appeared fitter than he ever had. His cock was hard and bobbed before him as he walked to the bed. My precious boy was hard for me. I could feel moisture leaking out my pussy.

This was so wrong. But the ache in my pussy drowned out my guilt. Mary wanted me to fuck him. And I wanted to please her.

“My boy’s grown up,” I purred. God, how did I become such a wanton hussy?

“We need your help,” Mary whispered. “To cast a spell. To protect our servants from our enemy.”

“Yes, let Mommy help,” I moaned to my son.

I had no idea what Mary was talking about, but how could I say no to my son? Mary was right; I would do anything she asked, no matter how depraved. And nothing was more depraved then a mother fucking her son. Mark’s cock was so hard, trembling with every beat of his heart, aching to release his cum inside me.

How could I say no? I couldn’t.

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Mark Glassner

My mother was gorgeous. She was naked and lush. Mary was pressed against her, nibbling on her ear. My cock throbbed hard before me. This was happening. My mother’s legs were spread open, her pussy waiting for me.

The pussy that birthed me.

I ached to enter her.

“Let Mommy help you out,” she purred, so wanton and delicious.

“Thanks,” I grinned as I climbed onto the bed.

Her hands seized my shoulders and pulled me up her body. She was open and ready for me. Her arms slipped up and around my neck. She me down for a kiss. I captured her soft lips, sharing all my passion with her. She moaned into my mouth as I thrust my tongue deep inside of her.

I kissed my mother’s sweet lips. I had crossed the most taboo line ever.

I loved it. I loved her. She was almost as sexy as Mary. I glanced at my fiancee, and she had a big grin splitting her lips. Her green eyes burned. She wanted me to take my mother hard. She nodded her head. I was so glad I could share this with her.

My mother’s legs wrapped about my hips, pulling me down to her. My cock bumped the entrance of her pussy. This was so wonderfully wrong. I loved the feel of her pussy lips brushing the tip of my cock.

I groaned as Mom reached down and guided me to her hole. I pushed forward and was engulfed by her tight, hot flesh.

“Yes,” Mom moaned as I entered me. “My son’s grown so big! And now you are back inside me! Show Mommy what you know! Yes, yes! Fuck me!”

I shuddered as my cock reached the very bottom of her depths. Her pussy had engulfed me. I was fully in her. My mother was so hot and exciting. Her pussy clenched down on my cock. I didn’t want to move. I wanted to savor her depths.

But my cock ached. I needed to spill my seed in her.

I drew back and slammed in. She let out a wanton moan. “Such a good boy,” she panted. “Fuck Mommy! Make her cum so hard.”

“Yes,” I groaned as my hips pumped.

“Fuck your mom,” grinned Mary. “This is so hot.”

It was. I drew back and slammed in again. Her hands stroked my back and her breasts pressed against my chest. Her thighs squeezed my hips, pulling me in with every thrust while her pussy clenched down on my dick.

“Do you like Mommy’s pussy?” she purred. “How do I feel on my big boy’s dick?”

“You’re so wet,” he moaned in my ear. “You feel so good! You’re amazing.”

“So are you,” she groaned and shuddered. “My sweet boy is back in me. Back where he belongs.”

The bed creaked as our bodies heaved together. My hand slid up and squeezed the breast I used to nurse from. Her nipple was hard and her pussy clenched down on my thrusting cock as I pinched and rolled her nub between my fingers.

“Mark,” she moaned. “My good boy. So wonderful. I love your cock in me. Make mommy cum. Be a good boy and make me explode on your big, thick cock.”

“A better cock than Dad?” I growled.

“So much better,” Mom gasped, her hips bucking. “Oh, yes. The best cock. My boy has the best cock. He’s pleasing Mommy.”

My cock throbbed in her depths. My balls boiled. This was among the hottest thing I had ever experienced in my life. Nothing was more taboo than fucking my mother’s cunt. I had to unleash all my cum in her. Not just for the spell, but because I wanted to fully soil my mother’s cunt with my seed.

“This is so wild,” Mary whispered into Mom’s ear as she caressed my back. Mom turned her head and she kissed Mary.

“Damn, that’s hot,” I groaned as I slammed into Mom.

Mary’s hand seized my hair and pulled me down. Then the three of us were kissing each other, our tongues touching and exploring each other’s lips. We shared and enjoyed each other’s passions.

I fucked my mom hard, the bed shaking with the force of my thrusts. “This is so fucking exciting,” I moaned. “I’m inside my mom. I used to jerk off to you. Did you know that, Mom?”

“No,” Mom panted. “That makes me feel so sexy. All the girls you could have jerked off to, you chose me?”

“Yes,” I grunted. “You were so beautiful when I was young. You still are, Mom.”

My thrusts came harder, more insistent. I couldn’t hold off any longer. I had to cum. I had to flood my mom’s pussy. I slammed my dick into her depths. The cum boiled out of me. Taboo pleasure shot through me in powerful pluses.

“Yes! Flood Mommy’s cunt,” she gasped as her pussy massaged my cock. My cum spilled into my mother’s cunt. “Oh, yes. So good. Oh, my God. This is amazing. Flood my cunt! The very womb that I made you in, and where I carried you beneath my heart for nine months.”

I collapsed on my mom, the taboo pleasure buzzing through me. “I love you, Mom.”

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