5 comments/ 65539 views/ 39 favorites Bringing Her Son Up Right By: jackalang George loved the feel of the splitting axe as he drove it into the 18-inch long chunks of maple log. In spite of the on-and-off November drizzle, he was happy. Yesterday, his Mom, Dora, had served a generous and tasty Thanksgiving dinner - turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, sweet potatoes and more. All finished off with homemade pumpkin pie for dessert. George thought his Mom was a great cook and mother. A single mother since the divorce when George was very small, she had supported them both and even managed to buy the house in rural Dansford (where prices were phenomenally lower than in Evanston). Living in a little out- of-the way village had disadvantages, but George knew that otherwise, they would not have been able to afford a house and he made the best of it. Uncle Art and Aunt Rose had joined them to make a pleasant foursome. Uncle Art, Mom's only brother, a home renovation contractor in Elmira, never really liked George's decision to go to Gannon University in preparation for entering the seminary. Art, however, now seemed to have accepted the fact that he would have neither grandnephews nor grandnieces. Dora, an LPN at the Arona County Hospital, was at work today. Thanksgiving weekend or not, folks still got sick, stayed sick, had babies and accidents and somebody had to work. Before leaving for work, she had made George a hearty breakfast of eggs, toast, bacon and coffee. For lunch George had warmed up some leftover turkey and stuffing. He thought the stuffing was even better today than yesterday. Around four-thirty, he had more than a cord of wood split and decided to quit for the day. By the time he'd showered and dressed, Dora came home and couldn't miss the big pile of freshly split wood alongside the garage. "George, honey, I can't believe you split all that wood! You must be completely pooped." "I'm okay Mom, really. Okay sore shoulders, but it really feels good to do physical work after months of reading and studying and taking tests. Maybe after I'm ordained I should try to get sent to a primitive mission somewhere in South America. Which reminds me, I'm taking Spanish next semester, no matter how hard it is to squeeze that in." "Sounds like you know where you want to go. Let me get changed and I'll make supper. How, about a salad and spaghetti? And I think we have some Chianti in the cellar." By the time Dora had changed and returned to the kitchen, George had the spaghetti in the pot and had set the table. During supper Dora noticed that George was always moving his shoulders and rotating his head. "George, I know a person with a sore back when I see one and I don't want to see you suffering all evening. A good soak in hot water will do wonders for you. I'm going to draw a bath for you and put in some soothing salts." George protested but Dora's promise to bring him a brandy quelled all resistance. Afterwards George was lying in the hot water half asleep and awoke to Dora's knock on the bathroom door. After making sure that his groin was well hidden by the foam, George acknowledged and his mother came in, now wearing a bathrobe and carrying two generously loaded brandy glasses. "Cheers, George!" "Cheers, Mom!" They sipped slowly. The heat from the bath water, the Chianti from dinner and now the brandy made them both a little loose and giddy. "George honey, how'd you like if I scrubbed your back?" "Not a bad idea at all. I'd love that. No matter how much stretching and yoga I do, I still can't reach the middle of my back." George leaned forward to present his back and Dora soaped it up a washcloth. After giving George's back the scrubbing of a lifetime, Dora soaped up his shoulders, in the process massaging them slowly and firmly. After rinsing his shoulders, she leaned over further and began soaping his chest. George abandoned his half fetal position and sat up more or less straight. Dora gently washed his chest and unconsciously circled his nipples with the soapy washcloth. "Mom, I can reach there just fine." "Oh George, it's just so heartwarming to pamper you. Often I think of you there in Erie going to lectures, trying to learn those old languages, studying for exams and generally doing without life's finer things." George didn't reply. He now seemed preoccupied with something. Dora looked down and caught a glimpse of a reddish bulb-like object beneath the now thinning foam. Two facts flashed through her mind. The first was that this was the first time she had seen George's penis since he was a young boy and second since he wasn't circumcised, the glans should not be visible. Then to herself: "Oh Merciful Father, he's got a hard on!" The foam was steadily diminishing and George slowly realized that Dora was aware of his penile condition. At the same time, Dora became aware that George realized that she was aware of his condition too. "Mom, I uhhhh..." "Honey, an erection is a very natural thing, and I must say, yours is really a dandy. Now I can think of only one truly natural way to handle such a condition." That said, she placed her left hand on George's shoulder and with her right, reached down into the water and gently grasped his swollen member. George could only breath in deeply. "George, honey how does it feel? Are you comfortable with this?" He gasped: "Mom, I'm in heaven. But are you comfortable all bent over?" With that George slowly eased up to sit on the rim of the tub, which fortunately had a generously wide tiled surround. Dora took advantage of the more comfortable position and slowly masturbated the handsome penis with her right hand. Then she turned around and sat on the side of the tub surround to face George. This allowed her to use both her hands. Not yet satisfied with the process, she grabbed a handy bottle of body lotion and turned the object of her work into a glistening totem pole. Now she cupped his scrotum with her right hand and ran the finger of her left around the rim of his penis, occasionally diverting to the hole. Then more lotion and she stroked his quivering penis alternately with the right and left hand. George began to rock his hips to the rhythm of Dora's stroking. Then she held the base of his penis with her left hand and formed a sort of artificial vagina with the fingers of her right. With the fingers and thumb of her right hand, she stroked his penis. At the same time the palm of that hand was repeatedly striking the head. George seemed to be in a trance. Dora knew it would not be long now and indeed a few seconds later his penis spasmed and the first gusher of warm gooey semen splattered into her palm. The first burst was followed by another and then another. Dora started wondering how much there would be and then just like that, he was suddenly empty. She held his penis in her right hand as it subsided to a flaccid condition and the foreskin took its normal position over the glans. She felt moisture in her crotch and realized that, although she had not had an orgasm, she had been very intensely aroused. During the entire hand job, George had had his hands on the rim of the tub and had not touched her. It seemed to Dora that he had just laid back and intensely enjoyed himself. What if he had taken one of her tits in his hand? Would that have set her off? She certainly wouldn't have objected. What if he had reached under her robe and tried to finger her? Dora didn't know if she would have objected but she knew that if she had let him, it would have driven her to violent climax. In a slightly shaky voice, Dora said "Well that was really nice. You look thoroughly relaxed George." "Yes, it was really good for me. But Mom, please believe me, I didn't plan on this happening." "I didn't either. Maybe the spontaneity is what made it so nice. Anyway, I've got to get some sleep now. Why don't you drop down into the water and get clean. Be sure to retract your foreskin to let the head get clean too." The next day Dora didn't have duty so she made a big breakfast for the two of them. They lingered over a second pot of coffee and finally George broached the subject of the previous nights excitement. "Mom, about last night. I really loved it but it is a sin. I mean sex outside of marriage and worse yet between mother and son. I confess my sins regularly and truthfully, but this?" "George, I had to divorce your father nearly 20 years ago and I can't remarry because the Church would deny me the Holy Communion. Now Honey, this may come as a shock to you and maybe I shouldn't even tell you this. I mean, I'm a normal 40-year old woman and I have needs. Anyway, what I want to say is that from time to time, I hook-up - yeah, once in a while, I have a one-night stand." "Mom, isn't that kind of risky? Even Evanston isn't all that big." "Oh Lord no, I'd never risk it in Evanston. I wouldn't even risk it in this whole county. No, I go to a city like Scranton or Buffalo where there are hotels that host conventions. But back to your question, if you apply normal moral standards, these one-night stands are worse than if I remarried, but not according to the Church. George, either you are a Catholic and obey Church law or you're not Catholic. The way I understand the catechism, all a person has to do is just confess that he or she has engaged in sinful lust, then that person is straight with God and the Church!" George wasn't entirely calmed or convinced, but he silently acknowledged Dora's argument. He was also curious about what she had just revealed. "Mom, what kind of place do you go to for hooking up? How do you make it all happen? Look, it's not that I'm going to do it, I'm just curious." "Okay, first of all, I don't do this very often. Second, I'm really choosy about who I get together with. Every city has one or more business motel/hotels where businessmen, and professionals and the like stay at when they have meetings and conferences. That means that I can't do it on weekends so I have to arrange my shifts at the hospital. The best days are Wednesdays and Thursdays because then the men have been away from their wives for a few days and they are starting to get tired of the company of the other men. I dress very conservatively - like in my grey suit with white long sleeve blouse so I look like I'm also at a conference or on business. The obvious habitual philanderers have to be avoided - they might be fun but with them the chance of catching some STD or other is just too big. When I walk into a bar, my conservative dress and aloof look generally keep these kind of men away. You see, what I look for is the serious happily married man who isn't out to cheat on his wife, but given the opportunity, yeah then probably. After I get a drink, I scan the bar for likely candidates. Sometimes on the way in, I might see one and depending on how sure I am, take a seat next to him at the bar. If that's not possible, I can try to bump into them when they go off to pee." George really wanted to hear a blow-by-blow account of one of Dora's liaisons but he didn't want to appear too much the eager voyeur and he had promised to finish the leaf raking that Dora had begun the week before. The house lay on a partially wooded 3/4 acre-property so there were lots of leaves to rake and pile near the street for pickup. Later that afternoon Dora came out for some time to help and together they not only got the raking done but took care of other winter preparations as well. Around one, Dora went in and prepared one of George's favorites: fried ham, sauerkraut and mashed potatoes to which they drank beer. After doing the dishes together, Dora said she needed to take a bath and asked George to bring up a couple whiskies once she got in the tub. She was nicely immerged in the hot foamy water when George knocked and came in carrying two glasses, each with a double shot of Glenfiddich. George sat on the closed toilet seat and they toasted with a simple "cheers". Dora tried to edge into the subject of the night before. "George have you dated anyone up in Erie?" While in high school, George had had a few dates, which Dora knew had never ended in anything more than, at the most, a peck on cheek. George was not physically handsome in the Hollywood sense, but he was intelligent and witty so she thought that perhaps at university, there would be girls who would find him attractive. Besides, George was of a compact muscular build that suggested masculinity pure. She also wondered if there was a girl alive who could resist his stately penis. It was, in fact, stately enough that unless George wore extremely loose trousers, any woman with halfway good eyesight couldn't help but notice. "No Mom. I have coeds as friends, but so far, I've avoided letting things go further than platonic friendships. I want to enter the priesthood and I may as well get used to the idea of no romance and no sex. You know, to me it just wouldn't seem fair to a girl if I were to approach her in a romantic sort of way." "So what happened last night was your first sexual contact - with the opposite sex?" "Mom, I'm not gay. And yes, last night was a first." "Was my hand better than your hand? I mean you do masturbate don't you?" George was uncomfortable with the question but after a long hesitation, he managed to answer "Yes, your hand was better than mine, even if I use a lubricant." "What do you fantasize about when you jack off? Girls you know? Movie stars? What?" Now more comfortable with the conversation, George offered "Coeds I know, yes. Then sometimes I imagine doing it with a middle-aged secretary in the Theological Studies Department." "How does that jive with no romance and no sex?" "It doesn't. Like you said, I just have to admit sinful lusting when I go to confession." "And the priest doesn't ask for any details?" Dora had done her share of confessing to sinful lusting and had had experience with a priest who asked for details. She would never forget some of the acts of reparation that had been asked of her. "No, none ever has." George wondered where this conversation was going. He knew where he wanted it to lead. "Mom, you mean priests have asked you for details about the lust that you've confessed to?" He certainly didn't want her to relate the events of the previous night to Father Welker! "George, why don't you get in the tub with me so we can discuss this on a more personal level?" That was just what George wanted. His tee shirt and jeans went quickly and then he stretched the waistband of his boxers over the generous protrusion and dropped them to the floor. Dora was very pleased with the sight before her and almost regretted when that magnificent phallus disappeared into the foamy water. Dora sat up higher in the tub purposely exposing her nice plump breasts to George, who took this as an invitation to touch, which of course it was. Dora guided his inexperienced hands and soon he was cupping her tits and massaging her nipples, which were now getting tighter. God, but he loved the feel of those tits! Then he took some soap and made them all foamy. All the while Dora was luxuriating in the attention that her son was giving to her breasts. George was getting more adventurous by the minute. He rose up on his knees, his hard penis now within a foot of his mother's face. She smiled sweetly and pursed her lips as if she were kissing it. That so enraptured him that he hugged her tightly, thus bringing his penis against her chest - right between those beautiful breasts. She clutched his buttocks. Through his sensitive penis he was able to feel her heart beat. She on the other hand felt the throbbing of his penis against her breast bone. Wanting more, he kneaded her breasts around his penis. Encouraged by the ecstatic look on her smiling face, he needed to explore more frontiers. Holding her breasts snugly against his penis, he stroked it between, as if fucking. Dora was grooving on the feeling of that hard member sliding between her breasts, but what she liked best was the sight of that rose colored bulbous head each time that it emerged from between. She had nothing against tit fucking but she really wanted George to finger her. When he seemed to be tiring, she lured his right hand down to her crotch and gave his forefinger a tour of the territory beginning at her clitoris and then to the vagina itself. Distracted from tit fucking, George sat back down and gave Dora a thorough fingering, first with one finger, then two and finally three. Meanwhile Dora was playing gently with George's erection - gently, because she now had other plans for that swollen phallus. Then things began to progress - his three fingers were going in and out in with an ever increasing tempo. Dora felt a quivering in her groin and momentarily lost consciousness as fluids surged from between her legs. A few minutes earlier she had hoped they would soon be in bed with him fucking her, but her orgasm had torn away all her self-control. Her frantic masturbating quickly put him over the top and she was rewarded with the sight of stream after stream of semen being ejaculated into the warm bath water. By now, both of their hearts were beating madly. Sweat had formed on their foreheads and torsos. Slowly they settled down, spent but happy, their pulses slowly going back to normal. "George, the water is cooling down and we've made it kind of gooey. Let's shower off before we go to bed." Dora stood up, grabbed the shower hose and adjusted the water temperature. George seeing her crotch for the first time, luxuriated in the sight of it. "Come on, get up George so we can clean each other off." She was generous with soap as she washed his genitals, greatly enjoying retracting his foreskin and cleaning the glans. George responded by giving her crotch a thorough wash. Afterwards they showered the soap off one another. Drying one another off was less erotic but nevertheless, enjoyable. Now dry with warm, slightly reddish bodies they looked each other in the eyes. "George, please come to my bed and hold me tight." "I was just going to ask you, Mom." There was no question of bothering with pajamas. In bed, they lay on their sides embracing and kissing. George, who up until then, had at most kissed girls on the cheeks, needed Dora's guidance. He was, however, an avid learner and they were soon kissing deeply with tongues going into one another's mouths. George's groin was stirring and Dora's was more than a little wet. She felt George's growing penis against her abdomen and inched up toward the head-end of the bed so it would rub against her groin. "Mom, are we going to fuck?" "I think so," and with that she rolled onto her back and spread her legs. "Mom, I've never done this before. Will you guide me?" "Roll over on top of me and get your knees between mine." George obeyed and lay down against Dora. He felt his hard shaft contacting her pubic hair and the slit, which was now very wet. His chest was on her ample bosom. Their lips met and their tongues intermingled. George felt lightheaded and warmly grateful for what was happening. With her right hand, Dora coached George's groin away from hers and took his penis in hand, guiding the head between the lips of her pussy. With her hands on George's backside she pulled him into her and she sighed as she felt his largeness inside her. To George the pleasure of having his penis in those warm and moist folds was so overwhelming that he wished he could somehow kiss her genital area at the same time that his penis was inside it. Feeling the need to give maximum pleasure to his lovely mother, he pushed all the way in so that their hairy pubic areas were rubbing. Dora was grinding her groin against George, who responded by stroking with his penis, sometimes all the way out and then plunging back in all the way. Both were sweating and moaning with pleasure. Bringing Her Son Up Right "Mom I'm coming, I can't hold back!" "Then come, oh Baby, just come inside of me now! I want to feel your semen inside of me!" George's back stiffened, his penis spasmed and he ejaculated to Dora's moans. All the while Dora was still grinding her hips and then she stiffened too and squealed as she had her orgasm within seconds of Georges final spurt. Then George collapsed on top of Dora - both bodies sweaty but with the tension gone. George started to pull out but Dora held him in by grasping his buttocks. "Baby, you feel so good inside of me, even when your penis is soft. Please leave your big soft penis soak inside me. I really need you to be close to me." "Oh Mom, I didn't know it would be so good. Oh so good! It was even better than your hand. Do you always squeal like that when you climax?" "It was good for me too. Did I squeal very loud?" Before George could answer, "It doesn't matter. For me, I just need to let myself go." George wondered if she had such intense orgasms when she was engaged in a one-night stand. He made up his mind to get some details. He also wondered what those men would all do. Would they put their penis between her breasts? Would they finger her first? How many fingers would they put in? Such thoughts did not go without effect. "Mom, it feels like I'm getting hard again!" "I feel you getting bigger inside of me. Not too many men can get hard so soon afterwards. Some just want to pull out, roll over, fart and go to sleep. But you're a real lover, George. It's a real ego booster for a woman when a guy leaves it in to soak and then gets hard again without pulling out. Ooooh Baby, I feel my pussy being stretched again!" With that Dora began to grind her hips against George, who reacted by beginning a slow stroking motion. This time George held back longer, in fact he didn't even have to try. As the minutes rushed by, still in the missionary position, the stroking got more and more violent. Then Dora tensed up and clasped George by the buttocks so hard that he had to slow down and stop pumping. Sensing her climax, he clasped her buttocks as well and then he felt the warm liquid squirt over his scrotum and inner thighs. Then they collapsed together, both sweaty and with wildly beating hearts. "Mom, it didn't work for me this time. Does it mean there's something wrong with me? I'm so sorry." "There's nothing wrong with you and don't be sorry. You really satisfied me this time too. I think I even fainted when I came. And I'm glad that you're still hard. Now I want to give you another kind of pleasure. Why don't you just lie on your back and relax. Do you know what a blow-job is?" "In the books it's fellatio. Do you really want to do that Mom? You don't have to if you don't want to." "Oh I want to. I really want to. And George, why don't you scoot up towards the head of the bed a little and sit up so you can watch me as I do it?" Ever the model student, he edged up so his head was higher and watched silently as Dora reached over to the night table at the side of the bed for a jar, with what seemed to George like a picture of a strawberry on it. "Mom, what's that? Some kind of cream that you use?" "No, it's strawberry jam. Just relax, Honey, I want to be really nice to you." With that, she opened the jar and with her hand, applied a generous coating of the jam to George's penis. Then she took the head of his penis into her mouth and proceeded to suck away the jam, which had by now mixed with the juices left there from fucking. Then she took the newly cleaned head in her hand and licked the shaft, working her way down and around. George was now beside himself. White flashes seemed to be going through his head. Dora, noticing the tiny discharge coming out of the hole at the end of his penis, knew that he was close. She really wanted to have him come in her mouth, but what if that grossed him out? It had been that way with a couple of her hook-ups. Some guys just didn't like it. Other guys wouldn't kiss afterwards. But Dora knew what she wanted now and she took George's swollen penis into her mouth as far as she could, then backed off and initiated a stroking with her head, her lips firmly around him, salivating generously and sucking lightly on the upstrokes. She sensed his thighs tightening and then his body jerked as a dash of warm sticky liquid hit the roof of her mouth and rolled down her tongue. She looked up at her son to see his mouth open, breathing heavily and with a dreamy look in his eyes. George looked down and saw his mother's face with some blobs of semen stuck to her lips and chin. From his peaceful and contented smile, Dora knew he would never object to fellatio, not now or ever. Both were moist with sweat and exhausted. "George, let's get under the covers and please hold me." She presented her back to George who naturally assumed the spooning position with a hand fondling her breasts. She maneuvered her bottom towards his crotch and reached back to lay his penis between her buttocks. Then they fell asleep and awoke a few hours later to a dark room. "George Honey, let's go shower and then have something to eat. I'm starved." In the shower, they soaped and rinsed one another. Dora ever the hygienic nurse insisted on retracting George's foreskin and properly washing the glans. George gave Dora's tits the cleansing of a lifetime. After around 10 minutes of this and after they were both free of suds, Dora bent over and kissed the head of George's semi-erect penis. "Let's save big boy for later. Besides, I'm really hungry and I can hear your stomach growling too." After dressing and having a supper of cold cuts, cheese, olives, pickles and a baguette accompanied by some very decent Merlot, they sat in the living room to watch the news. Dora had a Netflix account so she suggested that they watch a movie together. "Do you have anything particular in mind, George?" "Mom, I really don't watch that many movies and I've never used Netflix and you must know what they have to offer. You pick something. You'll know pretty soon if it bores me. Or if it embarrasses me." Dora surely didn't want to bore George and she knew that there wasn't much that would embarrass him now. She picked 'Concussion', a story about a lesbian wife, who dissatisfied with her husband, visits a call girl. Dora had a 42'' smart TV and they could watch Netflix on it without using her PC so they kept sitting on the sofa where they had watched the news. In Dora's opinion, most straight men can get turned on watching lesbian sex, but not too many can even stand to watch a gay male sex scene. Straight women on the other hand seemed to tolerate watching lesbian sex better than straight men tolerated watching gay sex. Anyway she figured that watching George watch 'Concussion' would be a nice turn-on for him. Besides, she wanted him to realize the existence of lesbians stuck in male-female marriages and understand the emotional issues that they face. She had already seen the movie from start to finish and so she knew that she could observe George's reactions perfectly. Her prediction turned out to be pretty accurate. Abby's telephone call to the prostitute was enough to initiate a slight bulge in the crotch of his jeans. The scene of the prostitute clad only in panties and bra standing before a fully dressed Abby took him to the point where his jeans must have been uncomfortable. "George honey, are you okay with this?" "Ah yeah Mom, it's fine. Actually it's really fine. Great movie." Dora hit the 'Pause' button. "George, aren't your jeans getting a little uncomfortable?" "Things are a little tight down south." "Why don't you just take off your jeans and be more comfortable so you can enjoy the movie more. Here I'll help." Dora unbuckled his belt, undid the button and unzipped his jeans. His erection was now so far along that she couldn't just grab the zipper tab and pull down - the bulge was just too big. She ran her hand down behind the zipper to push his penis off to the side as she worked the pull-tab down and finally got the zipper open. As she tugged his jeans down, George raised his buttocks to ease the way and then in a jiffy he was sitting comfortably in his boxer shorts. "Gee Mom, thanks. That's much better." Dora restarted the movie. George slid down a little on the sofa and just let the bulge at his crotch stand right out for Dora to admire. After awhile, George turned towards his mother and couldn't help but notice that her attention was riveted on his crotch. Dora smiled and then said, "I'll be right back Honey." She returned shortly wearing her bathrobe and carrying a large beach towel. "George let's sit on this towel." George hit the 'Pause' Button and got up so Dora could spread the towel. Before he could sit down again, Dora turned towards him and asked: "Wouldn't this movie be even more fun if you didn't have your shorts on?" Without waiting for an answer, she stuck both hands behind the waistband of the shorts and kissed him on the lips. "George honey, I think your big boy is going to enjoy being free." Then with his cooperation by raising his hips, she worked the shorts down over his erect penis and kissed its head before pulling them down past his knees and ankles. Dora took George's hand and indicated that they both sit down on the towel. Several minutes after restarting the movie, Dora placed her hand around George's still very hard penis and for the most part, just held it loosely, although from time to time, she would run a finger around the rim of the head. Each time that her finger circled the rim, the penis would twitch, and Dora thought she could see a bit of clear liquid being emitted from the end. Ever the orderly nurse, she bent over his crotch and, holding the penis in her hand, licked its head until the liquid was gone. By now the movie had reached the scene where Abby has decided to become a sex worker herself. George was watching so intently that he didn't notice when Dora removed a tube of KY jelly from a pocket of her robe. This she applied to his hard penis and soon it was glistening and extremely slippery. George spread his knees as wide apart as he could, thus giving his mother better access to his crotch. His penis was now really throbbing and to Dora, it seemed even harder than before, if that were possible. They had been more or less side by side on the sofa but now she got down on her knees between Georges widely spread knees and, while cupping his scrotum with her left hand, took the throbbing member in her right and initiated a slow up-and-down stroking. The down strokes, she began at the very tip, slightly squeezing the head between the thumb and forefinger. Maintaining a four finger and thumb grasp, she went all the way down to the pubic bone. On the up strokes, she gave the rim an extra twitch. Thanks to Dora being on her knees, George could still watch the movie, but he was no longer able to concentrate on the audio, however, the images of Abby and her female client entwined on a luxurious hotel bed reinforced the erotic pleasure of the masterful hand job he was receiving from his mother. "Mommm, ooohhh, God, that's good! Oh please don't stop. Milk me until I'm dry, please!" "Of course, George, I want to. Don't hold back, just let go! I want to see your semen fly!" She began stroking faster and faster and squeezing harder. The lubricant on his penis seemed to be delaying his release. Her arm was aching so she removed her left hand from his scrotum and alternated on his penis using both hands, now only making down strokes. "Mom, I'm almost there, please, oh please don't stop!" "Oh honey, oh honey, we're just about there!" Then she switched back to the rapid up-and-down stroking, now with the left hand alone. A gob of gooey whitish liquid jetted out of the end and made an aerial arc, which to Dora, seemed to extend at least a foot above the end of his penis. She thought about capturing the next gob with her open mouth but let the urge pass because, deep down, she was afraid that George might be grossed out. Better to not rush his initiation to the finer things in life. As he continued to eject gob after gob, she looked up at him and was rewarded with a smile of great pleasure. Then it was over and there was only a slight trickle. "Honey, now I'm going to milk you dry just like you wanted." Using both hands alternately and using only gentle up-strokes, she got the last drops to flow out. George's erection had now subsided and his penis, which had so recently been hard like a well aged salami, was now soft like a loosely filled Braunschweiger sausage. Still on her knees between his legs, she took his now soft penis in her right hand and laid it on the palm of her left hand. Petting it with the forefinger she cooed: "Nice baby, nice baby, oh I hope I did right by you. Maybe I should clean you up. George, should I clean up this nice baby down here?" "Mom, whatever you want, anything, just do whatever pleases you." "George, if this bothers you, just say so. I want you to be okay with this." "Oh Mom, you give me so much pleasure!" Then with her left hand, she retracted his foreskin and while holding it back and supporting the end with her right hand, she leaned in close and licked the head clean, swallowing in the process. Still licking and swallowing she went on to clean his entire penis. "Wow, I didn't know sex could mean all this. Mom, I want to do something like this for you too. Could I, please?" "In due time Honey, but first let's stop the movie and just relax by the fireplace. Why don't you put some more wood on the fire while I go pee. Oh yeah, I'll go fetch us a couple brandies too." The fire had burnt well down, but there were glowing coals so it was easy for George to get it going with kindling and a little effort with the bellows. Then with the addition of some firewood, he had a roaring fire by the time Dora returned with the brandies. She pulled two beanbag chairs in front of the fireplace and spread the beach towel. Sitting side by side in front of the fire, George clad only in his tee-shirt, Dora still in her bathrobe, they slowly sipped the brandy. "Mom, can we talk about something?" "George, I think we've reached a point where we can talk about anything." "Mom, last night just before I got in the bathtub, I was asking you about confession. I mean whether a priest ever asks for details. Some how we got distracted." "Oh what a distraction that was too! But sure, now's as good a time as any to talk about it." "Does Father Welker ask you for details about your one-night stands?" "No, no, never. He's a very above board priest, at least as far as I can tell. Maybe he gets it on with his housekeeper or with some other woman in the parish, but I really don't know. In confession, he's very correct. George this business of detailed confessions goes back years ago, back before you were born." Dora hesitated, took a deep breath and another sip of the brandy before she continued. "Brad, your father, my ex-husband, and I were just married. Now George, you and most people wouldn't believe this, but we first had sex together on our wedding night. In fact I was a virgin and I don't think Brad had much experience beyond some heavy petting with a previous girlfriend. Now you can imagine, our first sex and we couldn't seem to get enough or try enough things. It didn't take us long to get into oral sex, I think even the first night, Brad kissed my pussy, not really true cunnilingus, but still a good beginning. Before long we were really into it. At that time, being a good Catholic, I went to Mass regularly and took part in bible and catechism studies that the parish offered. At these study sessions, the priest, Father Anthony would often bring up sexual mores. He was especially into talking about the forbidden things - pre-marital sex, extra-marital sex, homosexuality and I don't know what all. Essentially everything was forbidden except missionary position intercourse between married couples and then only for purpose of procreation." Dora hesitated and noticed that George seemed to not be completely comfortable. "George, are you sure you want to hear all this?" George, still clad in only his T-shirt replied. "Yeah Mom, but I'd really like to have a blanket over me - or us. I mean I know we've been pretty intimate, but I just feel funny with my penis exposed." "It's okay honey. I'll get us another big beach towel." George put more wood on the fire and Dora got another beach towel. After they got tucked in - on top of one beach towel covering the bean-bag chairs and under the other, Dora continued. "To make a long story short, thanks in part to my strict Catholic upbringing and Father Anthony's lectures, the sex that Brad and I were having started making me feel sinful. Finally, I made up my mind to confess. Our church, this was in Philly, you know, was a pretty big parish and so Father Anthony had an assistant by the name of Father Paul. He was the one who most often took confessions. Anyway, in my sinful mood, I confessed to forbidden sex practices and he pressed for details. After lots of pressure and threats, I admitted blow-jobs, hand-jobs, mutual masturbation, 69's, doggy style screwing and all kinds of stuff we were doing. As I was confessing all this stuff, I could hear Father Paul breathing heavily, he may have even been jacking off, I don't know. Then he pronounced the penance, which wasn't just the normal prayers, oh no, there was more, much more. Brad and I were supposed to refrain from all sex for three months and I had to make a face-to-face confession before Father Anthony. At the end, he instructed me to call the rectory for an appointment. This I did immediately after getting home and Father Anthony's secretary gave me an appointment for the next day." Dora took a sip of brandy and continued. "Brad - he was not even Catholic you know - was furious, but thinking that I was only going through a passing phase went along with things as best he could. Oh poor Brad, how he must have masturbated during those days. When I got to the rectory for my face-to-face confession, I was greeted with a condemning look by Father Anthony's secretary, a dried up looking woman in her late 40's to mid 50's wearing a white long-sleeved blouse and a black skirt. She, I still think of her as Miss Pruneface, handed me a thin white gown and pointed to the door of a small anteroom where I was to change. She looked at me sternly and told me in no uncertain terms that I was to appear before Father Anthony wearing only the white gown and to have nothing on beneath and no jewelry on either. After changing, I was to knock and wait until a buzzer sounded before entering the confession room. I changed and some minutes after I knocked, the buzzer sounded and I entered." "There he was, the powerful Father Anthony, a big fat man, clad in a simple black frock and sitting in a cushioned chair. He bade me to approach and after crossing the room, I stood about 3 feet in front of him with my head bowed. He opened with something like this: 'Well, my child, Father Paul has told me that you have been shamefully sinful. These things that you and your non-Catholic husband have been doing are very serious sins and not easily forgiven, even by a gracious and forgiving God.' Then he went on to talk about how he had thought about the things that we'd done and that he had fervently prayed for a way to clear things with God. He told me that the reason for the thin white gown was to bare my body and soul to God. He went on to say that considering the things that I had done with Brad and the fact that I had done them with a heathen, my case was so serious that the gown would stand in the way. Then his thundering command, which I'll never forget: 'Dora, remove all that stands between your sinful body and God! Let God see the scene upon which so much shameful has taken place!' I hesitated and started to protest but he came on so strongly that I pulled the white gown over my head and stood, head bowed, stark naked and trembling before him. He said he had to anoint me and then we would pray together. He dipped his fingers into a bowl of holy water and proceeded to touch me, first on my forehead, then neck, shoulders, nipples, stomach, knees and thighs. By this time his fingers must have been dry so he dunked both hands into the holy water and then placed one hand on my pubic mound and the other on my breast. After leaving his hands in place for what seemed like many minutes, he led me to face a crucifix where we both kneeled side by side to pray, he in his black frock and me stark naked. Afterwards, he said that we had made a good start, but that I should make an appointment to come back the next day." Bringing Her Son Up Right "When I got back the next day, Miss Pruneface gave me the white gown and pointed toward the anteroom. Like the day before, I changed and waited to be buzzed in. As I humbly entered and approached him, his face became enraged and he hissed: 'How dare you hide your sinful body from God.' I quickly pulled the gown over my head and then he said that I would have to learn to fear and respect God. Pointing to a big leather sofa in the room, he told me to bend over the sofa arm, press my sinful face down on the seat and close my eyes. My heart was pounding and I wondered what was coming. I found out quickly when he cooed in a soft voice: 'Dora, you've no doubt heard what the bible has to say about child rearing?' In reply to my whimper, he cooed: 'Spare the rod and spoil the child!' I heard a swish and felt the sting across my buttocks. My tears flowed and I was sobbing but he showed no mercy until after about a dozen blows, he stopped and told me to remain where I was." "Now in a very kind and reasoning voice, he asked if I truly feared and respected God. I whimpered a 'yes' and he went on to remind me that God was merciful and would not want me to go home in pain. Then I felt him applying a soothing cream of some sort to my buttocks. For this healing work he took a considerable time and was very generous with the cream and very conscientious that he covered the entire injured area. As a matter of fact, he applied cream all over my butt, hips and thighs - sometimes lightly brushing my pussy. Before dismissing me, we knelt before the crucifix, me naked with a creamed up sore rear end and he still clad in his black frock. After the 'amen', he told me to make another appointment, if possible for the next day. No surprise, Miss Pruneface found an opening for the next afternoon." "When I returned the next day, she didn't bother giving me the white gown, she just pointed to the anteroom door with a knowing look. I guess it was then that I started wondering if she knew what these 'confessions' involved. This time, I entered the confession room stark naked and stood facing him, my hands by my sides and trembling. He said that we were making good progress and could now begin the process of exorcising the evil. Now I would have to confess in detail each forbidden act that Brad and I had committed and after each such confession, he would exorcise the practice from me in a special ceremony. I was so thankful that I would not be receiving a lashing that I quickly started by confessing to fellating Brad whenever I was menstruating. After my confession, he arose and went over to the leather sofa where to my surprise, he removed his frock to reveal a really gross fat naked body, and below that overhanging belly was a thick stubby erect penis barely protruding from a hairy forest. Seeing my shock and surprise, he softly explained that the process required that he and I carry out the forbidden acts so that God could see the sins that had been committed and then exorcise them. Talking even more softly, he said he understood my hesitation but it was simply the only way I could become pure again." "The thought of going down between the legs of such an ugly male body almost made me throw up, but I didn't want a beating either and I wanted to be forgiven. Noting my reluctant assent, he sat down on the sofa, spread his legs and with a gloating look on his face, beckoned me to kneel between them. His order, I will never forget: 'Now child, you will perform exactly as you have been doing with that heathen husband of yours, and you will allow my seed to enter your sinful mouth where it can mix with your juices before you swallow.' Father Anthony was so fat that when I took the head of his penis in my mouth, the top of my head was pressing on his gut. To really take him deep into my mouth, I had to pull his penis down and tilt my head back. Due to the crappy proportions of his body, it wasn't easy to fellate him the way that I used to fellate your father. Just holding his testicles while I was blowing him took some fancy maneuvering. Finally he came, not too much so it didn't take long to suck him dry and I managed without puking. My performance must have satisfied him because afterwards he just lay back on the sofa, smiled and dismissed me with a light wave and in an almost whispered voice, told me make another appointment. Again, Miss Pruneface was able to make it for the next day." "Arriving the next day, the drill was the same. The knowing look of Miss Pruneface, undressing in the anteroom and waiting for the buzzer. Again I walked in stark naked, head bowed and trembling with anxiety over what was to come. To my surprise, Father Anthony was not alone, sitting on the leather couch was Father Paul, also clad in a simple black frock. At first both remained silent - probably to scare me, which it did. Father Anthony, obviously to be in command of the ceremony, began: 'Today you shall confess to two shameful acts!' I had planned to confess to letting Brad tit-fuck me but I now I had to quickly come up with another sin. I ended up confessing to the tit-fucking and to letting Brad fuck me doggy style. Off came the black frocks and now I not only had to see Father Anthony's ugly fat body with the stubby fat penis, but also Father Paul's scrawny body with a long thin penis. Strangely enough, unlike Father Anthony, Father Paul didn't have an erection." "Father Anthony said that he deemed Father Paul to be more suitable for the first shameful act - what he meant was that his own penis was too short for tit fucking - and directed me to lie down on the rug. Then in a somber voice, 'Proceed, Brother Paul, show God the shameful act that this female has done with her heathen husband!' Full of enthusiasm, Father Paul straddled me and laid his still soft long skinny penis between my breasts. He tried to get hard by kneading my breasts against his penis but that long skinny thing refused to get hard. Out of the corner of one eye, I saw Father Anthony go to the wall and press a button and I heard a soft bell ring. A few seconds later, the door leading to the secretarial office opened and to my surprise, in walked Miss Pruneface!" "Thinking back, she probably had had to help out in these confessions before because she came straight to where I was lying under Father Paul, knelt down facing the top of my head and took out a bottle of YES from a pocket in her skirt. Without hesitation and looking very practiced, she leaned over my head, took his long slender penis in one hand and with the other, applied a generous coat of YES to his penis and to my breasts. Apparently this was what he needed because very quickly, he was hard and he recommenced his tit fucking. This time though, Miss Pruneface was the one who kneaded and rolled my breasts so that they enclosed his penis. Both she and Father Anthony kept observing me and warned me against closing my eyes, in fact it seemed that they wanted me to watch the end of Father Paul's penis emerging from between my breasts. When he speeded up his tempo and tensed up, I thought I would get squirted on my chin, but that was not to be. Instead, in spite of all his exertions and spasms, there was only a little blob of semen on the head of his penis and a slight smear on my chest. Again, it was Miss Pruneface who took matters in hand - literally. She took the now limp penis in her hand and milked it so that the rest of his semen came out and was deposited between my breasts. Father Paul got up and both priests watched intensely as she massaged my breast, mixing the semen with the YES - resulting in a big gooey mess." George was flabbergasted by these revelations from his mother. "Mom, this is all really hard to believe. You must have thought something was badly wrong. I mean you could have talked to your parents - my grandparents, they were Catholics too, weren't they?" "Yes, they were Catholics then and are still Catholics today. But that was actually a major part of the problem. You see, they were such convinced believers that questioning a priest was just not done. More than once, my dad punished both Art and I just for saying something at home that, in his mind, showed disrespect for a priest. When I was nine, he spanked me for mentioning that our priest was gaining weight!" "Mom, I'd like to hear the rest of the story, but first I have to go pee." In getting up from the bean bag chair, Dora noticed that George, still clad only in his T-shirt, turned away from her while still under the big bath towel. To herself: "Oh my, what I've been telling him must have gotten him aroused. I just hope he doesn't go masturbate while in the bathroom." She got up and followed him to the bathroom. Now aloud and to him: "George, can I come in too?" "Ahhhh, Mom I just have to pee." "Nonsense, I've seen men pee before and I've already seen you naked." Not knowing how to refuse, George assented and Dora entered the bathroom where George was standing by the toilet trying to urinate through a massive erection. Seeing the problem, Dora ran cold water over a washcloth and applied it to his penis and scrotum. As soon as she felt he was soft enough to pee, she stood behind him and reached around with both hands to hold his penis while he peed. When the stream ended, she milked him a bit and tried to get the last drops by shaking. "George, have you heard the old saying 'No matter how many times you shake your peg, the last drop always runs down your leg'? Now we can't have drops of pee on the floor can we?" With toilet paper she dabbed the end to dry it and then rolled back his foreskin and dabbed again. "Mom, you always seem to know what to do. Look, I was embarrassed about getting aroused from listening to your story. I mean getting an erection from hearing you tell about being abused - I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it." "George, in spite of these two priests taking advantage of me, the story is erotic. Not back then, but now looking back, strange as it may seem, I sometimes get aroused thinking about it. If you get aroused, it's really okay. Besides I like to get you aroused and I like to look at your big hard dick. Speaking of which, it seems to be making a nice recovery. Now let's go back to the living room and I'll tell you some more." In the living room, George threw a couple more pieces of wood on the fire and then they were both back under the big beach towel. Dora continued: "There I was with that sticky mess all over my chest. Father Anthony told me to get up and face him. Then he reminded me that I had confessed to an improper sex act, namely having intercourse doggy style with my husband. This of course would have to be acted out for God to plainly see what I had done. Miss Pruneface, now in the thick of things, led me over to the sofa and got me to bend over one of the arms, much as I had to do on the second visit for my spanking. Father Paul had just expended himself so, of course, it would be Father Anthony who would be approaching me from behind. I felt the fat hairy belly and after he went through some exertions and effort, I felt the head of his penis enter me. Now due to his limited length and all his fat, he couldn't get much beyond my labia but that didn't dampen his enthusiasm for thrusting as far and as fast as he could. I could hear him breathing heavily and I could feel his sweat on my back. Unlike Father Paul, he was able to ejaculate with force and soon I felt his semen inside me. He got soft quickly and his penis must have just sort of fell out. At any rate, his semen oozed out immediately and I felt it run down my legs. Boy, this sure was my day to get sticky! I started to get up from my bent-over-the-sofa-arm position but Miss Pruneface stopped me. She must have said something like: 'Stay bent over you little slut, this act must be completed!' She rubbed some of Father Anthony's semen from my legs on my buttocks and all around my crotch, even penetrating me slightly with her fingers." "Father Paul had just ejaculated on my breasts so I couldn't imagine he would try to enter me too, but just as soon as Miss Pruneface had finished smearing me, I felt his upper thighs against my buttocks and his long limp penis in the cleft between. I guess he was attempting to get hard, the way he pushed his body against me and raised himself up and down. Seeing that his attempt at self-stimulation wasn't working, Miss Pruneface again intervened. I peeked back and saw her apply YES to him - stroking that long thin thing with both hands. To my surprise she was successful in getting him hard. Using his penis as sort of a tether, she led him back to my exposed rear end and held the base of his shaft as he pushed in. After he entered me, I again buried my head in the cushion, but sensing that two people were breathing hard, took another peek back and sure enough, she was standing very close to him and obviously taking an active role. I think she kept her hand at the base of his penis all the while, because it seemed to me I could feel a hand instead of a hairy groin against my butt when he went all the way in. Looking back, she must have been using her hand as a cock ring to keep him hard. It also worked kind of like a block so he couldn't fully penetrate and I guess I'm still thankful for that because he really had a long one - albeit also pretty thin." "Mom, were these guys really priests? I mean, I can understand how things could get out of hand between a priest and say maybe his housekeeper or secretary, but what they were doing - what can you call it? Debauchery?" "Oh they were ordained priests all right. But somehow both had acquired the need for this kind of thing. Or maybe they were born with it. I just don't know. I know they must have liked it a lot because they certainly were willing to take the risk." "Mom, how long did this all go on? I mean it had to stop sometime." "Well that confession session was almost over. After Father Paul ejaculated - this time I felt him actually squirting inside me - he withdrew and Miss Pruneface washed him off. I started to get up but Father Anthony stopped me and really gave me a reprimand. I wondered how he could have another go at me because his penis was all shriveled up. Unfortunately he had something else in mind and that was to give me a spanking - fortunately this time with his hand, which I guess got sore because he quit after a half-dozen or so swats. Then Pruneface cleaned up my rear end and crotch - in the process again managing to get her fingers inside me but seeing that I wasn't responding, she stopped shortly. Afterwards, we all kneeled before the crucifix - the Fathers and I stark naked and Pruneface still fully clothed - and Father Anthony said a prayer. Miss Pruneface gave me an appointment for two days later at the same time of day and they sent me out to get dressed and go home." "Gee Mom, this just went on and on. You must have wondered when it would all stop?" "Oh I wondered all right but it did not go on and on. When I got to the rectory for the next confession session, I was met inside not by Miss Pruneface but by a uniformed policemen and there was plastic tape across the doors leading out of the reception area. In answer to my startled look and questions, he said there had been a robbery and that I would have to leave. As I turned to leave, he stopped me and said that I had better not tell anyone about what I had just seen - because it would hamper the investigation and that was a crime itself. Then he turned himself into the good cop and advised me not to call the rectory or return there without being asked to by the resident priest." "Mom, that sounds pretty strange. Did some confessing sinner go to the police and complain about rape or being put under duress?" "That's what I was thinking when I left the rectory that day. I looked through all the newspapers the next day and for days afterward and never saw a bit of news about a Catholic rectory being robbed and priests being injured. Shortly thereafter, new priests were assigned to the parish and I was pretty sure that the bishop had taken the usual measure in such cases - move the priests somewhere else to prey on others. But the fact that the police had treated the rectory as a crime scene meant that more than a simple reassignment had occurred. But dumb me, still the blind and faithful Catholic, I still wouldn't let Brad touch me. By the time the three month penance was over, we started fucking again and I got pregnant with you. Without the sexual passion that was forbidden, things never got back to how they were before. To the anguish of my parents, we divorced and I moved away from Philly." "Only years later did I find out what really happened from Art. He stayed in Philly some years longer than I did. Now George, you know, of course that Art is in construction. Well, back then he was a union carpenter and worked on lots of jobs. Surprisingly, construction guys like to talk and secrets don't remain secret too long." "Oh boy, now things are going to get interesting!" " You know that in Philly, unions are very strong and there tends to be mob involvement? Well there was this carpenter who not only was a union carpenter, he was also the shop steward on a big airport terminal expansion project. Now he was shop steward because he was in tight with the people who controlled the local union - in other words the mob or some version thereof. Anyway, this carpenter had a very pretty daughter and it was said that he worshipped the ground she walked on. Art never said how old she was but she had just finished high school so you get the picture. Now this carpenter was one of these fathers who think that their daughters are as pure as the Virgin Mary and maybe she was, but she apparently confessed to masturbating, and that together with her age and beauty, got Father Paul interested. He ordered her to go through the special confession procedure with Father Anthony, but she didn't let things go as far as I did. When both of them pulled off their black robes, she balked and ran back into the anteroom for her clothes. Of course neither of the good fathers wanted their debauchery to become known so they tried to stop her and there was a struggle in the anteroom. The girl managed to get away with only bruises and scratches, which her mother saw when she got home and for which she demanded an explanation. I guess neither the mother nor the father were like my parents, because they wanted to hear every dirty detail of the special confession and it seems that that is what she gave them. The carpenter was so furious that he that he got out his shotgun with the intent of going immediately to the rectory to shoot the two priests. Fortunately for he and his family, his wife's good sense prevailed so he settled down and promised not to carry out any violent acts. What he didn't promise was that someone else would not carry out violent acts and that is where the mob connection comes in." "So some mob goons went to the rectory and beat the crap out of these two deviants?" "If they had just beat the crap out of them, those two might still be there. No, no, the mob goons that got sent were violent sadists. When Miss Pruneface came to work, she heard moaning in the confession room and looking in to see both lying on the floor naked and bloody. Before turning to call the police, she looked closer and saw that there genital areas were just a mass of blood and cut flesh! Today, I still have to shiver when I say this, but the two goons had cut off the penis and scrotum of both priests!" Dora poured some more brandy in both glasses and both took a long sip. "But Mom, that was an assault to commit serious bodily harm if not murder! And it never made the news!" "No, it seems that Miss Pruneface called the bishop and the police - in that order. You see, at that time, and maybe even to this day, the police force in Philly is dominated by Irish - loyal Catholics. The bishop was able to convince the Irish Catholic police captain that it was an act of self-mutilation that naturally should not get reported. Art didn't hear anything beyond that. It's assumed that the two priests got treated in a Catholic hospital and were assigned to a parish far away."