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Story Codes: Teen male/Female, Male/Female, Mind Control, Incest, Oral Sex, Hot Wife, Cheating, Cuckolding, Supernatural

Comments are very welcome. I would like all criticism, positive and negative, so long as it’s
constructive, and feedback is very appreciated.

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Note: Thanks to ferretfyre for pitching this idea in my Discord.

Anna Carlyle

I clasped my hands tight around my crucifix as I knelt before the altar. It was draped in white cloth. Beyond was a stained glass window of my Lord and Savior holding out his hands, blood dripping from the wounds.

“Forgive me, Lord,” I whimpered. I was alone in my husband’s church, my heart pounding. “Please, please, forgive me! I tried. I really, really tried.”

“Mom,” my son said from behind me, startling me.

I yelped in shock. What was he doing here?

“If you’re going to beg for forgiveness, Mom, then you should have a really big sin to confess to,” he continued.

I trembled as I slowly turned my head to see my son advancing at me. Naked. I shuddered at the sight of Damian. Tall. Naked. Strong. At sixteen, he was athletic and handsome with broad shoulders and a muscular chest. He smiled at me as his cock thrust out hard before him, bouncing as he walked. A wave of incestuous lust washed through me.

I trembled as I turned on my knees to face him, my heart pounding. My pussy grew so wet, soaking my panties. He was just as gorgeous as his father. Just as irresistible. I gripped my crucifix as he came closer and closer.

“Lord, give me the strength to resist temptation and—”

My son choked off my prayer by grabbing my head and ramming his cock past my lips. I gasped around his dick, feeling him in my mouth. A wave of wicked delight swelled through me. So much like his father. He just took me, and I was powerless to resist.

Despite my prayers, I didn’t fight him as he thrust his cock to the back of my throat. My lips sealed around his dick. I groaned around his dick, cuckolding my husband as my son drew back his shaft. I swirled my tongue around him, staring up into Damian’s blue eyes.

My blue eyes.

He buried his cock back into my mouth. He face-fucked me, groaning. He wore such a handsome smile as he gripped the side of my head and pumped away at my oral cavity. Drool ran down my chin as I moaned around his cock.

He fucked my mouth hard and fast. I groaned, sucking hard on him. My entire body quivered as my son enjoyed my mouth. I had dreaded this day coming. He had awakened. I had vowed to control him, and already he was dominating me.

“Mom,” he groaned. “Oh, yes, yes, Mom!”

This cock had come from my body. I had carried him in my womb. Given birth to him. He was my son. My flesh and blood. I suckled hard on his dick like a harlot. Not a preacher’s good and faithful wife, but a whore who wanted her son to cum in her mouth.

I suckled on him with all my might, craving that delight. I swirled my tongue around the crown of Damian’s dick, loving the feel of my son’s big dick in my mouth. The taboo thrill of pleasuring him as he fucked my mouth. I was such a whore.

I soaked my panties.

“Yes, yes, yes, Mom!” he growled, his voice echoing through my husband’s church. “Damn, that’s so good!”

It was so good. Just so amazing to have my son fucking my mouth with his big dick. He pounded me with all that force. He thrust his cock to the hilt in my mouth again and again, hitting the back of my throat until…

He rammed it down my gullet.

My eyes bulged. I gurgled for a moment as I felt like an abject whore. My body burned hotter as my son’s dick plunged down my gullet. His balls slapped into my chin, his bush tickling my lips. I breathed in the musk of him.

“Fuck, Mom!” he groaned as I moaned around his shaft buried down my throat. “What a cock-sucking champ you are! Some preacher’s wife!”

I shuddered at those words. I was a horrible wife, but I kept sucking and moaning around his cock as he drew back. His dick nearly popped out of my throat before he fucked it back down my throat. His nuts slapped into my chin.

I whimpered at the humiliating thrill of my son’s balls slapping into my face. I had every inch of his cock plunging into my mouth and down my throat. I moaned around his cock, swallowing to massage him as he ravished me.

“Does Dad know you can deep-throat a dick?” Damian asked.

I moaned around his cock and shook my head.

He chuckled as he fucked his cock in and out of my throat. I loved his balls slapping against my chin. It was so humiliating, such proof that I was a whore. My pussy burned as I reveled in cuckolding my husband with my son.

He grunted and groaned as he drove his cock down my throat. I gurgled around his dick. Suckled. Slurped. Drool spilled down my chin. I kept my hands clasped around my crucifix, feeling the shape biting into my palms as my son face-fucked me.

“Shit, Mom,” he groaned as he buried his cock down my gullet, his pubic hair rubbing on my lips and nose. I loved his musk. “I’m going to cum!”

I moaned around his dick.

“Yes, yes, you want my jizz, Mom!” He grew back his head and yanked back my cock. “Don’t you!”

I did. I wanted his cum like the harlot I was. A filthy, disgusting, cheating whore.

His cock popped out of my gullet. My tongue swirled around the crown of his dick, stroking the spongy tip. The salty flavor of his precum spilled through my mouth again. I suckled hard on him as he groaned out in rapture.

His dick erupted.

My son’s salty cum splashed against the back of my throat. I groaned at that sensation. I gulped it all down, swallowing every last drop of his jizz. He tasted so good. I swallowed each and every spurt of his taboo spunk.

“Fuck, Mom!” he groaned, gripping the sides of my head, my blonde tresses spilling around his fingers. “Shit, that’s good!”

I loved his spunk. He tasted so good. I gulped him down, my pussy clenching. He erupted again and again into my mouth. I swallowed drop after drop of his cum. The creamy and incestuous treat poured down my throat to my belly.

“Oh, damn, Mom!” he groaned, my hands squeezing tight around the crucifix.

I was such a cheating whore of a wife. A wicked mother. I reveled in my son’s seed. I should only swallow my husband’s cum. I whimpered in delight as I gulped down more and more of my son’s delicious jizz.

He erupted a final time. I quivered as my tongue stroked over the crown of his cock. I probed at his slit and gathered out a last drop of his jizz. His dick throbbed in my mouth as he panted. He released my head and slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth.

I panted, drool spilling down my chin. “Lord,” I breathed. “Oh, Lord, I’m sorry.”

He grinned. “Wait until I’m done with you, Mom, before you pray. You’ll have a lot to beg the Lord to forgive.”

There was such a hungry gleam in his eyes as he bent down and grabbed my arms beneath the elbows. He hauled me to my feet. I panted, licking my lips. He seized my hips, lifted me with ease, and set me on the altar. His hands grabbed my long skirt and tugged on it.

I leaned back on my elbows and lifted my hips so he could yank the skirt off me. The elastic waistband stretched over my rump. He tossed my long and conservative skirt to the side, staring at my panties.

“Racy red, Mom?” he asked, stroking over the satin panties I wore. “Mmm, did you know I was coming for you?”

“Yes,” I whimpered. “I’ve always known you would.”

He grinned and stroked his hands up my thighs. The incestuous heat raced up my legs and soaked into my cheating cunt. I groaned, my toes curling. I panted like a bitch in heat as he reached my panties and hooked the waistband. He tugged.

I shuddered and lifted my rump once more to help him strip me naked. I was a bitch in heat. A wife burning for her son’s big dick, not my husband’s. The spicy aroma of my pussy filled the air, my bush soaked with my cream.

“Damn, that’s some Seventies’ bush you got, Mom,” he said, his fingers sliding through my curls to find my pussy lips.

I moaned in wanton delight as my son stroked up and down my thick labia. I shivered at his touch. My heart thundered in my chest as he stroked me. Two of his fingers sank into my pussy. My toes curled at the wonderful feel of his digits in me. I moaned like a wanton whore.

“Mom,” he said, shaking his head and grinning. “Damn, you’re soaked.”

I nodded, whimpering, “You turn me on.”

He grinned from ear to ear as he ripped his fingers out of my cunt. He licked his digits, staring down at me. He was so handsome. My eyes roamed his strong chest, curly hairs adorning his sculpted pecs. He had a six-pack and that dick. That big, throbbing cock… I wanted him in me. Back in my pussy. He belonged there.

Instead, he dropped to his knees and pulled my rump to the edge of the altar. I gasped as he nuzzled through my bush and found the folds of my pussy. My head threw back as he licked and lapped at my married pussy.

My son devoured me.

“Damian!” I gasped in delight, his tongue stroking through my flesh. “Oh, yes, yes, Damian! That’s so good!”

He growled, his arms wrapped around my thighs. My bush rustled against his face as he devoured me. His tongue licked up and down my flesh. He stroked me with such passion. Such delicious and wanton need. He drove his tongue into my pussy.

I groaned as he wiggled that delicious tongue around in my pussy. He swirled about in me, sending such heat rushing through me. My thighs squeezed about his head as my son reached as deep into my pussy as he could.

“Oh, Lord, yes,” I moaned, falling flat on my back. My big boobs jiggled as my son devoured me. “That’s so good!”

He had awakened. I knew he would one day. My son danced his tongue around inside of my pussy. My cheating cunt welcomed him in, savoring that delight. My eyes rolled back in my head as his tongue flicked out of my pussy folds and stroked up to my bud.

I shuddered at the feel of him dancing around my clit. My eyes rolled back in my head at how great that felt. I whimpered as he nibbled on my bud for a moment. But just a moment. I squealed in such wanton delight.

“Damian!” I gasped. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s so good! Lord, that’s good!”

“Mmm, you’re delicious, Mom,” he growled. “My first pussy.”

I shuddered at those words, and at his tongue stroking up and down my folds. He nibbled on my thick labia, exploring me. It was so good. My boobs jiggled in my bra as I whimpered. My son danced his tongue up and down my folds.

My orgasm built and built in me. I would have such a huge one. He would make me burst. The taboo passion swelled in me. I rose toward that forbidden orgasm, my pussy aching for something more even as I neared my climax.

“Damian,” I whimpered like a shameless hussy.

“Go ahead and cum, Mom,” he growled and suckled on my clit.

My eyes widened at the pleasure bursting from my bud. Sparks sizzled through my pussy. My entire body shuddered at what he did to me. My boobs jiggled and quivered. All this pleasure swept through me. It was amazing. I squeezed my thighs around his head, holding him tight.

He suckled on me with passion. I whimpered, my head tossing back and forth. This was it. I couldn’t take much more of this. His tongue danced around my clit. If this was his first time—and I knew it was—then how was he so skilled at it?

“Damian!” I gasped as my orgasm exploded through me. “Yes!”

Waves of incestuous passion washed through my body and swept over my mind. I shuddered, my cunt spasming as the pleasures drowned all thoughts. I squeezed my thighs around my son’s head, holding him to my pussy.

My moans echoed through my husband’s church. I bucked on the altar, gasping out in abject rapture. I quivered, a sacrifice to my son’s passions. A taboo offering to his desires. My toes curled as he tongued my juices.

“Mom, damn,” he groaned. “You taste delicious!”

“Good!” I whimpered as I shuddered through so much bliss. I felt so good quivering here. Just so amazing.

He lifted his head from my pussy, my entire body trembling. My orgasm receded, but I knew another one would sweep through me soon. His hard cock thrust out before him aimed right at my married flesh. My son wanted to fuck me.

I craved for him to bury that big dick into my pussy and fuck me hard. I wanted to feel that amazing cock burying into my snatch. That would be fantastic. He pressed his dick through my blonde curls, his hands sliding up my naked torso to grip my breasts.

“Yes,” I moaned, staring into my son’s eyes. “Take me! I really want to have the sin to confess.”

He grinned from ear to ear. “Yes, Mom, you will.”

My son rammed his cock back into my pussy’s depths.

My back arched at the forbidden rush of my son’s dick plunging to the hilt in my pussy. His nuts slapped into my taint. I shuddered at that massive girth in me. He was so big, like his father. I groaned, squeezing my snatch down around him, savoring him stretching me out.

His hands kneaded my boobs. I trembled. It had been so long since I had been so fulfilled. I wrapped my thighs around my son’s legs and reveled in him being in my pussy. My cunt clamped down on him. His thumbs slid over my breasts and massaged my clit.

“Damn, that’s amazing, Mom,” he groaned. “Your pussy is so hot. Tight. It’s just fantastic.”

“Yes!” I moaned. “Oh, Damian. Make love to your mother.”

“I’m going to fuck you hard, Mom.” He drew back his cock, my pussy clinging to his hard shaft. “Going to pound you into bliss.”

He rammed back into my cheating cunt.

“Yes!” I moaned, his nuts slapping into my taint as the pleasure washed through me.

My son pounded my pussy. He fucked my incestuous twat hard and fast, burying back into the hole that birthed him over and over again. I loved it. I savored that amazing dick fucking me with force. He buried into me with such passion.

I reveled in his girth stretching out my pussy. My cunt gripped him, reveling in his cock. He squeezed my big tits as he fucked me, pleasure burning in his blue eyes. I loved his grunts and groans as he enjoyed my cunt.

He reveled in his mother’s pussy.

This was such a forbidden moment. I loved it. I groaned as his cock thrust into my pussy again and again. He drove me toward my climax. I would have a huge one on his dick. He buried into me again and again, swelling me toward that wonderful moment of climax.

I squeezed my cunt down his dick. I whimpered and moaned as he fucked me with such force. He pounded my snatch over and over again, thrusting to the hilt in my cunt. I loved that big dick fucking me hard and fast.

I whimpered and moaned as he rammed into me with force. He plowed into my snatch with that amazing dick. I shuddered, my head tossing from side to side as he buried into my cunt again and again.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. “Oh, honey, fuck your mommy’s cunt!”

“Gladly!” Damian grinned down at me. “You’re my whore, aren’t you, Mommy?”

“Yes!” I clamped my cunt down on his cock, savoring the silky friction building my orgasm. I would explode on his dick. “Mommy’s your whore, Damian! Oh, fuck Mommy’s cunt so hard!”

He pounded my pussy. I squirmed on the altar, my juices trickling down my taint to soak the cloth beneath my rump. He squeezed my big boobs as he hammered me. I hurtled toward my mighty climax. I would cum so hard on him.

Just explode on his dick.

I squeezed my snatch down on him as he rammed to the hilt in me again and again. I trembled, my face contorting as he hurtled me toward my climax. Every plunge of his dick into my pussy brought me closer and closer to my forbidden climax. I whimpered, my face twisting in delight.

I squeezed my cunt down hard on that amazing and delicious dick, eager for every drop of pleasure he could give me. My orgasm swelled in me as my son buried to the hilt in my snatch. He reached to my cervix with that big cock of his.

His manly dick.

“Yes!” I cried and came on my son’s amazing cock.

“Mom!” he groaned as he drew back, feeling my forbidden cunt celebrating his massive girth. “Shit!”

“Cum in me,” I begged as he pumped away at my writhing cock, the waves of sinful ecstasy drowning my mind. The bliss inundated my every thought. “Please, please, please!”

My passion echoed through the church as he buried into my cunt and growled. “Mom!”

His cock erupted into my pussy. His taboo seed poured into my snatch. He flooded me with blast after blast of his cum. I groaned, my pussy rippling around his dick. I arched my back, loving all that spunk flooding me. It was gorgeous to feel. Just a fabulous delight to have all that wonderful spunk filling me up.

I moaned out in taboo bliss, my cunt rippling and writhing around my son’s dick. I milked him dry. I worked out every drop of my son’s seed. I wanted it all in me. I craved every last spurt of his spunk to soak my womb. I shuddered.

“Damian,” I whimpered, my orgasm carrying me higher and higher. “Oh, Damian.”

“Mom,” he groaned and erupted a final time in me. He filled me with all that delight. I shuddered as my orgasm crested in me. “You’re mine!”

I snapped awake.

I bolted upright, gasping for breath. My nightgown clung to my body. My husband snored softly next to me in bed. I glanced at the clock. It was 3:33 AM. I fell back, shuddering. I was soaked in sweat, my body rippling from the orgasm I had with my…

“Just a dream,” I whispered. “Just a dream, Anna. A dream.”

I quivered from that horrible dream I had. Making love to my son? Begging to be his whore? That was never happening. I didn’t even know why I had it. Was it because…?

“No, no, no,” I whispered to myself, my panties soaked by orgasm. “I won’t let my son become that. I won’t!”

“Hmm, Anna,” my husband groaned, coming awake. “What’s that?”

Jarod turned his head, blinking his eyes. Without his glasses, I would be a blurry mess for him. I stared at him, my pussy burning with passion. With this ache. I swallowed as I stared at my husband, needing relief.

“Eat my pussy right now, Jarod,” I commanded. “Devour your wife’s pussy! Do your husbandly duty.”

“Yes, honey,” he said and threw back the covers. He knew who was in charge in the bedroom. Things had changed that night.

He moved down the bed and pushed up my nightie. His hands pressed them up as my mind was filled with Damian’s body. He was so strong. So fit. Was his cock really as big as I had dreamed it? I shuddered. I was such a wanton mother to have a wet dream like that.

“Lord,” I prayed, “deliver me from temptation.”

“Amen,” my husband muttered. We had been married for twenty years. I married him right after I turned eighteen, eager to be his bride. He smooched up my thigh. I quivered at his touch as he climbed higher and higher.

He pushed my panties to the side and pressed his face into my bush. He had a lot of practice eating my pussy. I closed my eyes and savored his tongue flicking through my folds. This wasn’t my son. It was my husband. This wasn’t a sin. I wasn’t a cheating harlot.

His tongue stroked through my folds. I shuddered at his touch. A wave of heat rushed through me. He flicked at my folds, licking my clit. I squeezed my thighs around his head, shuddering as he devoured me.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Jarod.”

“Just have a nice cum, honey,” he said and thrust his tongue into my pussy.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed him dancing around in me. My husband stirred me up, soothing the heat in my pussy. I lay there, breathing in and out as my husband devoured my snatch. His tongue stroked up and down my folds and brushed my clit.

This was the only man that should eat me out. Not my son. Not my own flesh and blood. I quivered there, my brow twisting with delight. I sighed softly as my husband nibbled on my clit with his tongue.

“You’re so wet, Anna,” he groaned. “What were you dreaming about.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I groaned. “It’s a dream. It doesn’t count in a dream.”

“Yes, honey.” Jarod plunged his tongue back into my pussy.

I shuddered, my back arching. My hands grabbed my boobs through my cotton nightgown. I kneaded my large tits, my nipples so hard. The fabric rubbed against my nubs as my husband flicked his tongue around inside my snatch.

I shuddered as I rose toward that orgasm. My husband built me to it. A shiver washed through me as he found my clit again. He suckled on my bud. Nibbled on it. I shuddered at his touch. He drove me wild with that delicious suckling and nibbling. I would have a soothing climax.

“Mmm, that’s it, Jarod,” I groaned. “Oh, yes, dear, just keep sucking on my clit.”

He groaned around my bud, the humming massaging my sensitive bud.

“Yes, yes, just like that,” I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. “That’s it. Oh, you’re such a good husband. Yes!”

I climaxed.

The gentle waves of my bliss washed through me. I groaned and shuddered, my fingers digging into my boobs through my nightgown. My pussy convulsed, juices gushing out and bathing my husband’s lips.

He groaned into my snatch, licking and lapping up my cream. The bed creaked as I trembled through my bliss. Stars flickered across the dark ceiling of our bedroom. I squeezed my thighs around my husband’s head, holding him to my pussy.

I ground my furred muff against his lips, riding my orgasm to its end. I reached that quivering finish line. I panted as my thighs relaxed. A final wash of delight swept through me. My husband licked at my pussy a few more times before he rose.

“That’s a good preacher,” I purred. “Mmm, you know how to please your wife.”

“Glad to help,” he said and crawled up the bed. He placed his head on the pillow, his eyes closing. In moments, he was snoring again.

I panted, wanting to go back to sleep, but… I had to check in on Damian. That dream was worrying. I climbed out of bed, my nightgown falling around my legs as I rose. I padded around the bed to the door and slipped out into the dark hallway. I moved down to my only child’s room and cracked his door open slowly.

I was a mother. I was skilled at peeping in on my son. He was asleep, lying sprawled on his back in a pair of shorts, the moonlight playing across his strong chest. I shuddered at the sight of his strong flesh. Sixteen… He had matured so fast.

I was just about to close the door when he groaned in his sleep, “Mrs. Mitchel…”

I frowned at that. Why was he moaning the name to one of the deacon’s wives at church? I swallowed and closed the door. I would not let this happen. I would keep my son from awakening. I would no matter what it took.

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Mrs. Debbie Mitchel

I smiled at the sight of my sleeping daughter. Alyta was fourteen, growing into a woman, but I would always be her mother. Her brassy hair spilled over her pillow as she lay on her side. I couldn’t help but check in on her when I woke up in the middle of the night.

I closed the door and turned around.

A young man stood naked only feet away. Damian Carlyle, the preacher’s sixteen-year-old son. My heart leaped into my throat at the sight of his strong, nude body. He was all muscles. He had matured into a hunky stud. More than a few of the women at church had noticed him, all of us lamenting being married. In a joking way. Not serious.

Or so we pretended.

I would never have done anything, but here he was standing before me. I shuddered, my body just as naked as his. His hands grabbed my shoulders. I should cry out. My husband was sleeping in our bed at the end of the hall. What was Damian doing in the house? I should be terrified, but…

“Mrs. Mitchel.”

Hearing him speak my name sent a wave of lust through me. My nipples hardened. My pussy grew so wet as he leaned in and captured my lips. I groaned as he kissed me with such passion. His tongue thrust into my mouth as his hands slipped down my shoulders to grip my boobs.

He fondled my big breasts as I made out with him. My tongue danced with his. My entire body quivered in delight, my pussy dripping juices. I moaned into his lips, never wanting this kiss to end. Warmth washed out of my tits as he squeezed them with his strong hands.

The heat melted to my married pussy.

His cock rubbed at my stomach. Hard. Throbbing. He smeared precum across my belly. His hands slid from my breasts and around my back. He worked down to my plump rump. He squeezed my ass and pulled me against him. I was old enough to be his mother.

Did he think of me as a MILF?

He must have snuck into the house just to kiss me. I groaned, my lips dancing with his as his cock throbbed against my belly. This was such a hot moment. I loved feeling him against me like that. I kissed him with such passion.

Such hunger.

It was heady making out with him like this. A wave of heat washed through me. I groaned, enjoying every last second of this forbidden delight. I groaned, wanting that dick pressed into my belly into me.

I broke the kiss and whispered, “Damian.”

His fingers dug into my rump. “Do you want to feel my big dick ramming into your cunt, Mrs. Mitchel?”

“Yes!” I moaned. I didn’t care that I would be cuckolding the man I loved. I just wanted him fucking me. I had never met a man so hunky before.”

“Good,” he said and broke away from me. He spun me around and shoved me forward.

I fell onto my marriage bed. Weren’t we just out in the hallway? My big boobs swayed as I knelt on the bed beside my sleeping husband. Ed snored on, oblivious to Damian kneeling behind me. The preacher’s son slapped his big dick on my rump.

I glanced at my husband. He had such a smaller cock. “Fuck me, Damian!”

I didn’t care if I woke up Ed. I just wanted that dick in me. I craved having that huge cock burying into me. My pussy hungered for it. I had only been with one man. Suddenly, I realized I had been missing out.

“Mrs. Mitchel,” Damian growled, his voice so strong as he slid his cock over my rump and down to my pussy. “I’m going to fuck you so hard. You’re going to cum like my whore, aren’t you? Right next to your husband, you’re going to explode on my dick.”

“Yes!” I moaned as the tip of his cock pressed through my trimmed bush into my pussy lips. “Fuck me, Damian! I want you in me!”

He buried to the hilt in my wanton cunt. I gasped as he stretched me out. I felt so full of his cock, his nuts slapping into my bush. I groaned, squeezing my snatch down on him. I groaned, loving the way he was in me. That was just perfect.

“Oh, Damian,” I moaned as he drew back his dick. “Yes, yes, that’s perfect.”

He fucked to the hilt in my snatch again. And again. He buried into me with such force. He fucked me with such passion. I loved it. I savored that big dick pounding my cunt. He buried into me again and again. I shuddered, my cunt melting in delight.

I rocked on the bed, my big boobs swinging beneath me. I groaned, being fucked doggy style by the preacher’s hung son. My husband snored on oblivious beside us. My pussy clamped down on that amazing cock.

He pummeled me.

He stirred me up with that mighty dick. I shuddered, my hips wiggling. I undulated my snatch around his thrusting cock, massaging him with my silky bliss. He grunted and groaned as he enjoyed my married pussy.

I loved this dick in me. My orgasm swelled in me. I would have the biggest climax of my life. I could feel it building and building in me. This was incredible. My pussy clamped down on his dick. I held him tight as he plowed away at me.

I shuddered, my boobs swaying. His hands stroked up and down my sides. So strong. So powerful. I whimpered, clamping my cheating cunt down hard on his dick. I was so wanton to cuckold my husband while he slept beside us.

“Oh, god, Ed, you are just sleeping there as a stud fucks me!” I moaned. “Your wife is cheating on you, and you’re just snoring away!”

“His loss,” Damian said, his hands sliding down around my sides to stroke up to my big boobs. He gripped them again as he hammered my cunt.

“My gain!” I moaned, treasuring that big dick thrusting in and out of me. “I’m going to explode on that huge dick, Damian!”

“I promised that you would, Mrs. Mitchel!”

I shuddered, loving that he called me that. It made this even hotter. I was such a cheating whore. Damian didn’t have to try at all to seduce me. He just had to claim me. He was that much of a stud. I wiggled my hips, stirring my cunt around his cock.

I was so close to cumming. That huge dick pummeled my cunt with hard strokes. His hands squeezed my tits as he drew back his cock, savoring my tight twat gripping his dick. He grunted as he buried back into my juicy pussy.

“Damn, Mrs. Mitchel, you got yourself a hot cunt!” he groaned.

“I do!” I moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, don’t stop. I’m so close!”

“Cum, Mrs. Mitchel!” He plowed to the hilt in me. “Cum like a whore beside your husband!”
“Yes!” I howled as that cock drew back. The friction sent me off. I exploded.

My cheating cunt convulsed around his dick. He buried back to the hilt in my snatch, my pussy spasming around him. Suckling at him. His heavy nuts slapped into my bush. I could feel those balls brimming with his cum.

“Erupt in me!” I moaned. “Give me your seed, Damian!”

“Mrs. Mitchel!” he groaned and erupted. “Gonna breed you!”

My orgasm exploded a second time through me as his hot seed splashed against my cervix. He flooded my pussy—my womb—with his cum. I groaned, my cunt spasming around the preacher’s hunky son’s dick. I loved that hot jizz spurting into me.

My mind drowned in ecstasy. I trembled here, his hands kneading my tits. My husband snored away as my cunt rippled around his cock. I suckled at him, my pussy spasming around his dick. I nursed out all the cum that he had.

My entire body trembled from the wonderful delight of his jizz. The heat swept through me. I groaned, milking out spurt after spurt of his cum. I whimpered and moaned in wordless pleasure as I treasured this rapture.

“Shit, Mrs. Mitchel!” he groaned and spurted the last of his cum into my pussy. I shuddered, savoring that wonderful seed soaking my womb. “Damn, you are mine!”

“Yes!” I gasped. “I’m yours, Damian! Yours!”

I gasped awake, my body drenched in sweat, soaking my nightgown. My husband snored beside me. I glanced at the clock. It was 4:13 AM. A few hours to go before I had to wake up to get ready for church. My entire body quivered. I couldn’t believe I just had a sex dream about the preacher’s son.

He was so handsome, though. A smile spread on my lips. Well, it was a wet dream. I hadn’t had one in two decades, but what was the harm in it? I rolled over on my side, my back to my husband, and closed my eyes, wondering if Damian would make another appearance in my dreams.

I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my lips, my body buzzing with the bliss of my orgasm.

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Anna Carlyle

I couldn’t get that dream out of my mind all through Sunday Service the next morning. It lingered there, my son fucking me right there in church. I kept glancing at the podium where my husband preached from. In my dream, it had been an altar instead. I had been laid out on it, a sacrifice to my son.

And how he had enjoyed his offering.

He was a good boy, Damian. He wouldn’t come at me naked and talk like he did. That wasn’t him at all. And if I was a good mother, that wouldn’t be him ever. I would keep him from becoming like that. I prayed to the Lord during closing prayers just for that.

“Amen,” I said with everyone else.

And just like that, service was over. I stood, the auditorium erupting in a buzz of conversation. Everyone was milling around. I smiled at my husband as he came down from the podium. He didn’t get far before Ed Mitchel walked up to him and started talking. Then Lance Greene joined them, a tall Black deacon who still wore Jerry curls despite going gray.

“Anna, we need to talk about the potluck next week,” Lance’s wife, Samantha, said. The ebony-skinned woman came up, her daughter Kourtney trailing behind her. “Who is in charge of what?”

“I thought we’d finalize that at the lady’s meeting on Tuesday,” I said. I flicked my gaze to Kourtney. “Will your daughter be contributing this time? Her jello was delicious.”

Kourtney squirmed. “Maybe, Mrs. Carlyle.” She craned her neck like she was searching for something. “I got a meet to get ready for.”

Was she looking for my son? He was a tad popular with the girls his age. I had to keep an eye on him and… Where was he?

I spotted him on the far side of the worship hall talking with… Debbie Mitchel. A nervous flutter ran through my heart. He had moaned her name last night when I peeked in on him while he was dreaming. Right after I…

“So we’ll figure it all out on Tuesday?” Samantha pressed.

“Of course, of course,” I said. “Excuse me. I need a quick word with Debbie.”

I pulled away from Samantha and her daughter, making a beeline through the crowd. My son was talking with Debbie, the redheaded woman looking a little… flushed. I wove through the gauntlet, smiling and being as polite as I could, trying not to get ensnared.

“…so wonderful of you to offer to mow the lawn this afternoon,” Debbie said, patting my son on the arm. “With Ed’s back thrown out, he just can’t do it right now.”

“Mow the lawn?” I asked, giving my son a pointed look.

“Yeah, I offered to come over and help her out,” he said while I noticed that twinkle in Debbie’s eyes. That harlot. She wanted a different sort of help. “Just being neighborly, Mom.”

“I’m sorry, we have plans this afternoon,” I said, giving my son a hard look. I would not let this happen.

“Uh, we do, Mom?” He gave an awkward shrug. “Uh, sorry, Mrs. Mitchel.”

“That’s fine,” said Debbie, shooting me a venomous look.

“Why don’t you help your father with putting up the chairs,” I said. We needed fewer chairs for evening worship, so the excess was put up.

“Sure,” he said and headed off.

I was glad I zipped that in the bud, so I let myself get pulled into conversation with Angélica Espinoza. We were chatting about the upcoming Ladies’ Retreat in a few months. A yearly weekend-long bible study with the women of the church. The men had their own retreat. It was then I noticed my son and Debbie heading down a hallway into the back of the church.

What were they doing?

“I would be glad to have you leading a class,” I told Angélica. “Just email me an outline, okay.”

“Sure, Anna,” she said with smiles as I headed after my son.

I could not let this happen. I marched down the hallway, passing the nursery and classrooms. I spotted light drifting out from beneath one of the classroom doors. No one should be in there. I opened the door to my son making out with the married woman.

Their lips were locked, his hands gripping Debbie Mitchel’s rump through her dress. He groaned as he squeezed her. She whimpered, kissing him with such passion. Her hands were grabbing at his ass, the married hussy.

“Get your lips off my son!” I hissed. I grabbed her arm and pulled her from my son.

“What?” Debbie said, a look of confusion washing over her face. “I was… I don’t… It just…”

I shoved her out of the classroom and closed the door behind me. Then I locked it.

“I won’t let you do this,” I told him. “I won’t! She’s married, Damian!”

“Sorry, Mom,” Damian said, his cheeks flushed. He looked down, embarrassed. “I don’t know what happened. She wanted to talk to me in private, then she just started kissing me. I was so shocked, but she felt… I mean…”

I moved close to him and cupped his face. I stared into his eyes, a wave of incestuous lust rushing through me. “You dreamed about her last night, right?”

“I mean… I…” He swallowed. “Yes, Mom. It’s normal, right? Wet dreams?”

“And you dreamed of me, too, didn’t you,” I said, knowing what I had to do to control him. He was on the cusp.

He looked so frightened as he nodded.

“I know what you need,” I said as I sank to the floor and attacked his fly. He gaped at me as I opened his belt, unfastened his pants, and pulled down his zipper. I opened his fly. “Your mommy always knows what you need.”

“Mom!” he gasped as I pulled out his cock. He was just as big as in my dream. I opened my mouth and engulfed him. “Mom! Holy jeez!”

I would not let him be like his father, fucking any married woman he wanted. I suckled on him hard, nursing on him with passion. He gasped for delight, pleasure crossing his young and handsome face. The awe was just delightful.

I nursed on him, suckling with all my might. I savored the salty flavor of his precum. My tongue swirled around his cock. I bobbed my head, in control of this blowjob unlike in the dream. Damian was still my good boy.

“Oh, jeez, Mom,” he groaned. Just like I had stopped him from swearing by washing his mouth out with soap, I would stop him from seducing other women by sucking on his cock.

My pussy clenched.

And by doing more than that.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he groaned. “This is so wrong, Mom! What about Dad? Oh, wow, that’s good. It’s so wrong, so sinful, but… Don’t stop.”

I popped my mouth off his dick and moaned, “Mommy won’t stop until you cum.”

“Cum?”

I winked at him. “Don’t you worry? Cum in Mommy’s mouth. I’ll swallow.”

I slid my lips back over his cock as he shuddered in delight. He trembled as I suckled on him with all my might. I wanted his cum. I wanted to drain his balls and his lust. I would keep him from going down that path.

My son would be a good man.

I suckled hard on him. I nursed with all my might on his dick. He groaned, his cock twitching in my mouth as I suckled on him, holding nothing back. His salty precum swelled in flavor. I knew my son would erupt.

He would dump all his load into my mouth.

“Mom! Mom!”

I loved his gasps and moans.

“This is insane, but… Oh, wow, Mom!”

I swirled my tongue around his cock, savoring the sounds he made. This was such a glorious moment. I was having such a wonderful time sucking on his dick. He was so big. My pussy craved to have him in me.

It had been so long since I had a dick in me.

I bobbed my head, working my mouth up and down my son’s glorious dick. I reveled in this incestuous moment. I savored this forbidden shaft in my mouth. I worked my lips up and down him, cheeks hollowing as I suckled.

He rose toward his orgasm. His face twisted in delight. I was shocked he lasted this long. He was a virgin. This was his first time. I was sure of it. Dreams didn’t count. He groaned, his entire body shuddering. Shaking.

I was so ready for him to erupt.

So eager to swallow all his cum. I suckled with all my might.

“Mom!” Damian gasped. “Yes!”

His cock erupted. All his hot cum spurted into my mouth. This wasn’t a dream. I was tasting his salty cum for the first time. I swallowed down that glorious seed. The taboo delight poured down my gullet and warmed my belly. The heat melted down to my pussy. I shuddered, my hips wiggling from side to side.

My son unloaded in my mouth. He had so much cum built up in his balls. He groaned with passion as he spurted blast after blast of cum into my mouth. I loved all that jizz spurting from his dick. It was so delicious. I groaned, nursing down every last drop he had.

And he had more.

“Oh, wow, Mom!” His boyish excitement echoed through the room. “That’s it! That’s so good!”

I swallowed down spurt after spurt. He shuddered, his hand grabbing a fistful of my blonde hair. He erupted a final time. One last blast of jizz for me to enjoy. I savored the incestuous spunk spilling over my tongue. It was perfect.

“Mom,” he panted.

I slid my lips off his cock and moaned, “I won’t let you be like your father, fucking any woman you want. I’ll take care of your needs.”

“Dad fucks other women!” Damian gasped in shock.

“No, you’re real father,” I said, remembering that stormy night all those years ago when my son was conceived. “The man who cuckolded your dad.”

To be continued…

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