3 comments/ 153635 views/ 4 favorites Pastor Love and His Vessels By: gamma33 Just a story from the perverted mind of the author, a tale that runs the gamut of masturbation, voyeurism and incestuous relations. Here I was, living back home with my widowed mother, the person that I thought I had escaped after marrying Ty, my high school sweetheart. Mom is okay if you can take the constant preaching of a born again. I couldn't. She had been a good mother up until dad died of a massive heart attack when I was thirteen. That was when the local holy roller parson had insinuated himself into Mom's life, 'converting' her into his flock. Ty had enlisted in the National Guard and when things got tight in the middle east, his unit had been federalized, fortunately, being sent to South Korea to replace some of the regular army. It meant that we had to give up our apartment for we could no longer afford the rent on his pay and my part time job alone. That's what necessitated my move back home. Quite often on some afternoons, I would retreat to the sanctuary we kids in the neighborhood had, long ago, discovered, where we could smoke our illicit cigarettes without being caught; the bell tower of the Presbyterian Church. It was only a city block away, where in my younger days, before Daddy's death, I had attended Sunday School. Mom, after failing to entice me into her new found Church of the Redeemer, at least applauded my interest in 'my' church. The main entrance door was at the foot of the tower and was never locked so I could get right in and, instead to turning thru the doorway into the church proper, could mount the two flights of stairs that led up to the deck, just below where the big brass bell hung. From that deck, a steep ladder went up to the trap door that led into the bell chamber itself. A heavy rope hung down to the ground floor through a large hole right under the bell. So it was one Friday afternoon, I sat with my back against the wall there in the tower, smoking my, now legal, cigarettes, one after another, killing time away from mother. It was getting into mid-afternoon when I finally got up to leave my sanctuary and just casually glanced out to look down on the back yards of the houses on Hempel street. I gasped at the sight unfolding below me in Mrs. Johansen's yard, a sight only visible from the height of the tower due to the high hedges surrounding the yard. There on the grassy lawn was a couple fucking in the missionary position. I could just make out that it was the widow, Mrs. Johansen, on the bottom, her legs wrapped around the hips of the man on top, apparently urging him on. All I could see of him were his slender butt cheeks, clenching as he pumped in and out. I watched intently for several minutes, feeling my kitty getting wet. Without thinking, I pulled my denim skirt aside to massage my own sweet spot through my moist cotton panties. I could tell when the man below me came, his butt cheeks clenched up tight as he pushed as deep as he could. At that instant, Mrs. Johansen wrapped her arms around his skinny shoulders and pulled him down onto her body. I came myself from my own activity. The two of them lay like that for several minutes, then he rolled off her to lay on his back beside her. My god! It was Mom's preacher man! I ducked back out of sight, fearing they might see me, then cautiously, peeked over the edge of the opening to see they were still there, apparently basking in the after glow. I left the church and quickly made my way home to be greeted with "And where have you been, young lady?" Truthfully I answered, "At church. I meditated and prayed for Ty to be safe,." I fibbed. "Humph! Now that you're home, set the table so we can eat. I've got a meeting at MY church after supper. Our dear Mary Johansen is leading OUR prayer service and giving a lecture on righteousness in life." I had forgotten that the 'dear Mrs. Johansen' was also one of Pastor Love's flock, even while I watched him fucking her. I ached to tell mom what I'd seen but that would give away my real 'church going' activities. After a dinner eaten in silence, Mom went into her room to get dressed for her evening, while I cleared the table and put everything in the dishwasher. She left just as I finished, saying only a "Goodnight". I went immediately to my room and after stripping off all my clothing, I threw the covers off my bed and then retrieved my 'love buddy', the realistic soft plastic vibrating cock that Ty had presented to me just before he left. "On those long winter nights when you're thinking of me, this'll be me, baby." Hell, it didn't have to be a cold winters night, I'd partaken of his stand-in on many an occasion and I was still horny from this afternoon. After two very satisfying orgasms, I cleaned the cock off and, after stowing it back in its hiding place, went to bed and a restful nights sleep. Next morning I greeted Mom in her kitchen, just sitting down with her morning coffee. I grabbed a mug and filled it before sitting down across the table from her. I expected to hear her rant and rave about her prayer service from the night before, but she was unusually quiet this morning. I broke the ice, "How was your meeting last night, Mom?" Without looking up at me, she replied, "Very enlightening but I don't want to talk about it." "Why's that," I asked, wondering just what was so, apparently, disconcerting to her. "Usually you're eager to tell me all about it." With her eyes still glued to the coffee mug in front of her, she said, "Oh the prayer group was good but the lecture afterwards was a little strange." I knew that Mrs. Johansen had given the lecture and the first thing I thought of was that she had confessed to her sin with Pastor Love. "What was the subject, Ma, was it a confession or something?" She finally looked up at me, a quizzical look on her face. No, no, not a confession. Whatever put that thought in your head?" "Oh, I don't know, probably just because you said it was, uh, strange. What was it about?" "Well, if you must know," she replied, "it was about women's roll in the order of things. About how women should always be the vessel for mens desires. About how we should search out a man and, well, uh, satisfy his, uh, needs. I found it to be very odd, coming from the church secretary." "Is she, uh, satisfying some man's, uh, needs, Mom?" Her eyes were once more concentrated on her coffee mug. "She didn't say anything about that, just that we should search out a man who needs some relief and,,,uh...give ourselves to him. She made it sound just like we women should go out...uh...whoring. It was very upsetting to me. I haven't, uh, known any man since your poor father died and he was the only man I've ever, uh, 'known', if you know what I mean." "Oh, I know what you mean Mom," I replied, then took a leap forward. "Daddy was the only man you ever fucked, is what you mean." She gasped and looked up at me, a frown on her face. "Did you have to put it like that? Did you have to use that word?" "Why not? It's what you meant and I'm just calling a spade, a spade." We were quiet for several minutes, then I asked, "Are you going to do what Mrs. Johansen suggested? Are you going to look for a man who needs relief from, uh, stress?" She glared at me. "Of course not, young lady and, if I did, I wouldn't be discussing it with you. Some things are sacrosanct." I further upset her, saying, "Hell, Mom, I wouldn't expect you to discuss your sex life with me. But, Jeez, you're still a young woman; what're you, forty-five, forty-six? Surely you must have some, uh, desires of your own. I know I would if I was in your shoes." "I'm forty six, Amanda, and I've long ago learned to keep those , uh, uh, 'desires' suppressed. Something you should be doing with your husband away from home for so long." I almost wanted to tell her about my Ty, 'stand-in', but held back. No sense giving away my secret. Then she shocked me. "Oh, I've heard you, young lady, laying in your bed at night and mast...uh, servicing yourself. I have to cover my ears and pretend I don't hear your moans and cries." My god, I thought, here I was thinking I'd been very quiet when I came. I guess I didn't realize, that in the moment of orgasm, I really did lose control. I guess the wall between our rooms wasn't as much a barrier as I thought. Oh well, I wouldn't bother to try and hide it in the future. "At least I'm being true to Ty, Mom, and I do have desires and needs, but they are only for him. You, on the other hand, shouldn't let your repressed desires go unfulfilled. That'll make you old and dried up before your time. Ty always wondered why you got so wrapped up in religion when you could have looked for a man. He's always thought you were a very attractive woman, even though you gave up make-up and, the way you dress, making yourself look dowdy." With that, I drained my mug of coffee and left the kitchen, to return to my room, leaving her to ponder what I had said. Several days passed, every afternoon I went up into the bell tower, hoping to see a repeat of Mrs. Johansen and Pastor Love fucking, but no luck. In the evenings, I tried bringing up that lecture again but mom wouldn't continue a conversation about it. I continued 'servicing' myself but no longer tried to be quiet when I'd cum. I wanted her to see, or rather, to hear, what pleasure I was giving myself. Then about a week later, we were sitting at the dinner table over dinner and mom suddenly said, "Amanda, I do wish you'd be more quiet when you're quenching your desires, it's become very disconcerting to me. I have trouble getting to sleep after hearing you." Looking her right in the eye, I said, "What? Does it get you...uh...in the mood yourself? Make you want to...uh...you know...touch yourself?" She blushed crimson and I knew I'd struck a chord. "Of course not, young lady. What do you think? That I'm some sort of degenerate?" "Oh, come on, Mom. Jeez, it's only natural. I know if the shoe was on the other foot, I'd be playing with myself if I heard you...uh...servicing yourself. Just admit that you get a little turned on." She jumped up from the table in a huff. "That's enough, Amanda. I admit to nothing," and she turned and left the room. Right there and then I decided to be louder that night when I fucked myself with Ty's stand-in. And that's just what I did, not holding back any of my moans and cries, being louder than ever before. As soon as I had recovered from my orgasm, I quietly slipped out of bed and snuck out into the hall, going to stand by her bedroom door. I grinned to myself as I heard her muffled voice, calling out my fathers name, "Oh Tom, I need you so bad. Oh god, what's happening to me, oh, oh." I could just imagine her laying in her bed, a hand on her pussy, working herself into a state of ecstasy. I didn't linger, but retreated to my own room, let her enjoy it for a change. Next morning it was me that got into the kitchen first, to put the coffee pot on, getting the table ready for breakfast. I was on my second mug of coffee before Mom came in, still in her night gown, bloodshot eyes, hair disheveled, but a smile on her face. "Tough night, Mom," I asked innocently. She yawned. "I didn't get to sleep until very late, if you must know," she said as she poured her own mug of coffee. She didn't mention that I had been loud as she sat down across the table from me, sipping at her coffee. "Mom," I said, "You know that business that Mrs. Johansen said at the lecture? I think I know who could need some relief...uh...you know, help." Then I took the plunge. "I bet Pastor Love could take a little counseling, he's always under stress, you know, always having to come up with a new sermon every week, worrying about all his parishioners. Why don't you see if you can help him?" "You know something, Amanda, I just might do just that. A man of the cloth like him, well, it wouldn't hurt to just talk to him, to get him to relax from all his duties." She paused for a moment. "Yes, Amanda, I think I'll give him a call right after breakfast." True to her word, I heard her on the phone about an hour later. She was speaking so low that I could only make out a word or two, Mary Johansen's name being one that I heard. After her conversation was over and she had hung up the phone, she passed by me in the kitchen, on her way back to her room. "What did your minister say, Mom. Did he welcome your offer?" She looked at me with a funny expression on her face. "He just said that he'd had several offers of help and that he was quite busy with several other ladies from the church. That he could fit me in some time next week. I don't quite understand. Doesn't that sound odd to you?" "Yeah, it does, but did you make an appointment to see him?" "Yes, he's coming to the house next Tuesday afternoon and we can talk then." I made a mental note to stay home that afternoon, to be in my room when the good man, Pastor Love, came calling, my ear glued to the walls. I was sure that there would be more than just 'talk'. It was interesting to hear that the good pastor had other ladies being 'vessels' for him. I wondered who, besides Mrs. Johansen, was on Pastor Love's list of do gooders. The day finally came and I sequestered myself in my room, telling mom that I had a violent headache. Promptly at two o'clock, I heard the doorbell chime and shortly afterwards, the low hum of voices coming from the livingroom. It had continued for several minutes when I suddenly heard mother exclaim in a loud voice, "Pastor Love! What are you saying?" Then the voices returned to a low hum again. After several more minutes I heard footsteps in the hallway and mother saying, "We must be very quiet, my daughter is in her room, she has a very bad headache." Then Pastor Love's voice telling her to check, that I might be sleeping. In an instant, I was on my bed, eyes closed, trying to breath normally. I heard my door open for a minute, then mother's voice whispering as she closed it. "Yes she is sleeping but we must be quiet.," followed by the sound of her bedroom door closing. I waited several minutes, then went to the wall that separated our rooms and put my ear to the wall. At first I could hear nothing but then Pastor Love said, "My dear, you have magnificent breasts," followed by a giggle from my mother. This was getting very interesting and, reaching under my skirt, slid my panties down and kicked them away, preparing myself for a little finger fun. Some minutes later, "My god, woman," I heard Pastor Love exclaim, "you have a very tight cunny," followed by mom's reply, "You have a very big...uh...thing, Pastor." Oh boy, I thought, they're not wasting any time. I wondered what the conversation in the livingroom had been that got mom to this point. He must have been very persuasive. Soon the sounds of fucking filtered through the wall and I could picture in my minds eye, Mom, on her back on her bed, legs splayed, with Pastor Love, on his knees between them, hearing his grunting sounds, as he pounded away at her. I could hear mom beginning to moan and cry out and it wasn't long before the good Pastor, himself moaned loudly, "I'm cumming, woman, you're getting the seed of heaven," then a long drawn out moan from him. Now it was my turn as I diddled at my own pussy, rubbing my clit and driving fingers into my cunt. Finding it difficult to stand next to the wall and fearful that I'd make too much noise as I came, I tottered across the room to throw myself down on my bed while I finished myself off to a glorious orgasm, my face buried in my pillow to keep my own release quiet. Some time later I heard Mom's bedroom door open and the sound of the two of them going down the hall to the livingroom. Again, the low hum of their voices, followed by the sound of the front door opening and closing. Pastor Love, his mission accomplished, had left the house. I drifted off into a very deep, satisfied sleep. It was after five o'clock when I awakened and left my room. Mom was in the kitchen, drinking coffee. "Did your pastor come to the house, Mom," I asked innocently. "Yes, dear. I guess you must have been sleeping. We had a very pleasant, uh...conversation and he left very satisfied with my, uh, counseling He wants to make it a weekly thing and I told him I was here for him whenever he felt tense and needed some conversation to relieve that tension. How's your headache, dear?" "Oh, it's all gone now, Mom. I did take a nice long nap and I feel very good now. What's for supper?" I was finding it difficult to face her, knowing that she had been well fucked that afternoon and, now, was looking forward to more afternoon delights. I began to wonder if I should ask about the other ladies that were 'counseling' her pastor, or if she really cared that she was one among others. On the following Friday afternoon, I made it a point to again be in the bell tower, having figured that the good Pastor Love had regularly scheduled meetings with the women on his trap line. I was not disappointed. It was apparent that he, and Mrs. Johansen, both enjoyed fucking in the open air of her backyard, thinking that no one could see them. When they emerged from her house, out into the open, both were fully clothed but, not for long. After spreading a blanket on the grass, she stood and began to undress. The good man enjoyed watching, even helping, Mrs. Johansen, divest herself of her clothing. Soon she stood entirely nude in front of him, her large tits hanging almost down to her waist. He paid particular attention to her nipples. It seemed to be his way of performing foreplay. She was not content to simply stand there, but, had one hand at the front of his trousers, getting his prick hard After several minutes, Mrs. Johansen stepped back and dropped to the blanket, legs spread, one hand on her pussy, the other on one of her tits, toying with her nipple. The parson watched for a few minutes, then, he too, quickly got undressed. I got a good look at his love muscle before he dropped to his knees between her legs. I knew then what my mother had meant when she had said he had 'a big thing'. Skinny man that he was, he was certainly well endowed. I had dropped my panties while I watched her get naked and now I had free access to my own pussy and I began to pleasure myself as I watched to two of them fucking, I now realized that I had missed a good portion of their coupling the first time I'd seen them fucking for now the act went on for a very long time. Twice I could hear Mrs. Johnson's moans of apparent orgasms before he began to really pound away at her cunt. I know I had matched her with two orgasms of my own, my fingers working their magic in my now, sloppy cunt. This time, when he came, Pastor love immediately rolled off of Mrs. Johansen, his prick still hard and now pointed towards the sky. But, as I watched, the starch went out of his large rod and it wilted, to lay on his thigh. I stood away from the outlook and sat down to jill off once more. My god, I was horny as hell. Several minutes later, after achieving a very successful cum, I licked my juices off my fingers and got up to take one more look at the two of them, but, I was too late. They were no longer there and all traces of their fuck session were gone. It was on my way home that I began to hatch a plan that would allow me to watch Mom and her pastor when he filled her 'vessel' with his 'seed of heaven'. I knew I wouldn't be able to just open her door and watch from the hallway, I had heard the door lock on their first tryst. I'd have to open a spy hole in the wall between our bedrooms. That night, when Mom went off to her prayer meeting, I went into her room and selected a spot on the wall that, with a hole there, I could get a view of her bed and any activity that might take place. It would be right in the middle of one of the sun flowers in the wallpaper pattern I carefully drilled a small hole, making sure not to tear the wallpaper. I backed away from the wall, checking to see if it would be noticeable and found that it was virtually unseen. I cleaned up the small amount of plaster dust that had fallen to the floor and then, after noting the location of my spy hole, went to my own room. Pastor Love and His Vessels I was in luck, for just where I'd have to cut a rather large hole in the four inch thick wall, a very large, framed picture, was hung. It took me the better part of a half hour to carefully remove a large square section of the plaster board, which I hid under my bed My spy hole was right in the middle of the opening and, on checking, found it did, indeed, give me an unobstructed view of Mom's bed. Now, all I had to do was wait until Tuesday afternoon. Tuesday afternoon came and by three o'clock the parson still hadn't arrived for his counseling session. I finally asked Mom, "I thought you had an appointment with your preacher. What happened?" "Oh," she replied, "I guess I didn't tell you, he won't be here until after supper, he had an urgent meeting with the church accountant this afternoon." I immediately wondered if the accountant was another woman he had in his 'group', but Mom dispelled that thought by adding, "Mr. Barnes just took over the accountant's job for the church." We were sitting in the livingroom when, true to his word, Pastor Love made his entrance promptly at seven. I excused myself and went to my room to take down the framed painting to give access to my spy hole, laying the heavy painting on my bed. I was getting my Ty stand-in out of its hiding place when I heard them enter Mom's bedroom, closing and locking the door behind them. With my eye glued to the spy hole I could see that the lights were still on in her room and I watched as Mom unbuttoned the summer dress she was wearing and removed it. Surprisingly, she was without her bra and panties and I got a good look at her furry crotch. Some moments later, Pastor Love, who had been out of my range of sight, appeared, likewise naked, his fat cock standing straight out from his also furry crotch. He said something to Mom that I couldn't quite make out, but, her response was to cup her tits in both hands and reply, "My Tom always liked them too. He used to nurse on them, just like a baby. Do you want to nurse too?" "By all means, dear lady," he answered, "they are such beauties, no man could refuse." Mom lowered her right hand and he bent down to take the proffered teat in his mouth. I could actually hear the slurping sounds of his sucking as he greedily attacked it. Mom's eyes closed and her head fell back slightly, indicating that she was enjoying his ministrations, his worshipping of her breast. As he continued his assault on her tit, he moved one hand down over her belly, his fingers threading their way through her bush. She moved one leg to give him greater access to her honey pot and he wasted no time taking advantage and her hips began a slight thrusting and swiveling motion. Mom cradled the preacher's head with both hands and directed him towards her other tit, but after only a few seconds of suckling, he deserted it, saying, "That's enough, my dear, time for your anointment." Showing but little disappointment, Mom quickly got onto her bed and assumed the position to receive her 'anointment' from his cock. He clumsily got into position and guided his fat prick to her love slot, easing it in. From my vantage point, I could see his cock slowly penetrate Mom's cunt, until the only thing visible was his drooping ball sack. Slowly he withdrew and then slowly drove back into her cunt. "Oh, that feels so good, my love," I heard Mom murmur. His response was, "Yes, dear lady, it's supposed to feel good, it's the heavenly act." By this time I had my husbands stand-in buried deep in my own sloppy cunt, and matching the preacher, stroke for stroke. I could feel my honey juice running down my thigh as I got wetter and wetter while I climbed towards my orgasm. When it hit, I clamped my free hand over my mouth to stifle my moans of ecstasy but I know they could hear me and the preacher man stopped in mid thrust. "What's that," he whispered loudly to Mom. "Don't stop, my love," mother replied, almost angrily, "it's just my daughter in the next room. She's pleasuring herself. She does this almost every night. It makes me wish you were here every time she does that. She'll probably go to sleep now." Her preacher resumed the slow pumping motions and it was apparent that Mom wanted him to fuck faster, as she hooked her heels into his butt cheeks, urging him on. "Faster, my love, fuck me faster, I'm almost there." I couldn't believe it, she had used that four letter word. "Patience, dear lady, patience. We must preserve some decorum in this most holy act." "No, no," she replied, almost in desperation, "I need to cum now. Please, please, I've waited a whole week." In answer to her plea, he gave her three hard thrusts that did drive her over the edge, eliciting a long, satisfied moan from Mom. She had achieved her orgasm. Her lover held still, his cock buried in her until her orgasm had subsided and she had relaxed, then resumed pumping his fat cock into her as before. I could hear Mom's voice clearly as she kept murmuring, "Oh god, my lover man, you fuck me so good, you fuck me so good!" All this time she was humping back every time her preacher man pumped his cock into her. I could not believe that my mother was exhibiting a sex drive that matched my own. Now I knew where I'd inherited mine. I began to wonder if Daddy had been able to keep her happy as her preacher man was doing right this very minute. After what seemed to be a long time, Pastor Love's strokes slowly began to build up speed and I knew he was working his way to his own orgasm. It only made Mom cum a second time, but he didn't pause this time, as he had with her first orgasm. Instead he was stroking as hard and as fast as he could, until he finally drove into her as hard and deep as he could. I could see his ball sack drawn up tight as he expended his seed into Mom's welcoming cunt. "There, dear lady," he cried out, haltingly, "you're blessed....again with... the seed...of heaven." With that he fell flat onto Mom's body, apparently exhausted from his endeavors. I had to tear myself away from my spy hole as I, too, managed to cum again, my plastic cock buried as deep as I could stand. Somehow, I managed to keep from crying out, determined to not alert them to my own ecstatic pleasure. Mom, however, was not able to stifle her continuous, almost agonizing moans of satisfaction. When I was finally able to return to my vantage point, they were still as when I pulled away with my own cum, only now, Mom had her arms around her lover, holding him tight to her. Then, as I watched, his now deflated cock slipped out of her and she released her hold on him. Slowly, he rolled off her to lay on his back beside her, his limp cock coated with the mixture of their fuck. They were both still breathing heavily. Mom rose up on one elbow to gaze adoringly at her preacher man. He smiled back at her and said, "Don't you think you should complete the blessing, dear lady?" "Yes, yes, of course," she muttered. I watched in amazement as she got up onto her knees and bent over to take his limp cock in her mouth and lick and suck all their mixed cum from it. When she finally released it, only her saliva glistened on his cock. Pastor Love had a very satisfied look on his face; he had made another of his parishioners happy, along with dumping another load of his 'seed of heaven', making him happy too. Knowing the 'show' was over, I carefully re-hung the heavy picture and picked up Ty's stand-in from where it had fallen from my cunt. I was ready for a good nights sleep. It was several minutes before I heard the two of them leave Mom's bedroom and quietly go down the hall to the livingroom. Then, after some low conversation, I heard the front door open, then close after Mom's 'lover man' left. It would be another week for the next 'show'. Friday afternoon found me again in the bell tower but nothing happened that afternoon, probably because of the light mist that was falling. I could only imagine Pastor Love and Mrs. Johnson fucking on her bed. That image was enough to get me off with a small orgasm, after which I went home. Mom and I watched some TV after supper then I went to my room for the night. I was awakened sometime later to the sounds of passion coming from Mom's room. With only the one thickness of plaster board now separating our rooms, the sound had carried through more easily. In the dark, I carefully lifted the framed painting from my observation hole and peered through. Mom's two bedside lamps were on and I could plainly see her, on her back, with one hand, stroking something in and out of her count, while her other hand was busy vigorously massaging her clit. Thinking that she had found TY's stand-in, I rushed to its hiding place to check, heaving a sigh of relief to find it still there. I returned to my spy hole, just in time to see Mom clamp her legs together, her hips thrust up off the bed as she orgasmed, a cry of ecstasy piercing the wall. By now, I had two of my fingers in my own sloppy cunt, stroking madly, the palm of my hand striking my clit with each stroke. Now it was me that had to cum. I turned away from my vantage point, trying as best I could to muffle my sounds of orgastic ecstasy. When I finally returned to my spy hole, it was to see Mom, still slowly pumping her toy in and out of her pussy, a broad smile on her face. After a few minutes, she withdrew her toy, a long, fat cucumber! Lazily, she brought it to her mouth and, almost greedily, licked her juices from it, as she had cleaned the cock of Pastor Love. The following Tuesday I had no good excuse for not being in my room when her preacher came to call, instead, staying in my favorite retreat with my cigarettes. I stayed there an extra long time, giving them all the time they needed for their assignation. It was then I began to hatch a further plan in Mom's sexual rebirth. Somehow, I'd get her up to my vantage point the next time the weather was good and let her watch the shows I had been watching. As luck would have it, that very following Friday dawned bright and clear and as the morning wore on, it got warmer and warmer. It was now or never, I decided. This would be the day I lured Mom to the bell tower to witness Mrs. Johansen, the 'dear Mrs. Johansen', getting her weekly fuck. At lunch, I began, telling Mom that I'd found a place where you could look out over the city and see almost all the way down town. She seemed a little interested as, after lunch, I continued extolling the views. Finally, at two o'clock, I said, "Come on, Mom, I'll show you." "Just where is this place," she asked, and then expressed surprise when I told her. "How did you find that," she asked. "Oh, I was just curious one day and went up. It's great, what you can see from up there." She followed me into the base of the tower and up the two flights of narrow stairway to the landing. When she saw the ladder, she seemed to have second thoughts, but, with a little coaxing on my part she finally started following me up. "Amanda," she blurted when we were almost all the way up, "You don't have any under pants on!" I knew she had glanced upwards as I got to the trap door. I looked down at her as I crawled out into the bell chamber. "It's too hot for underwear," I explained. "Come on." "You're right, Amanda," she exclaimed, gazing out through the bell tower openings, "I can see City Hall all the way down town." "See, I told you," I replied as I casually guided her from one side to the next. It couldn't have been any better even if I'd planned it. As we looked down, Mrs. Johansen emerged from her house, into her backyard, carrying her blanket. I had to restrain Mom from calling down to her, "We're not supposed to be up here, Mom." Mom's jaw dropped as she saw Mrs. Johansen spread out the blanket, revealing that she was naked. "Oh, I guess she's going to sunbathe," Mom whispered to me, just as Pastor Love emerged from the house, also naked, his cock at full staff. "Oh my god," Mom managed to bleat out, "What are they doing?" By then Mrs. Johansen was flat on her back, legs spread, knees drawn up, ready to accept the preacher's cock. He wasted no time, kneeling before her while she grabbed hold of his prick and practically pulled him to her cunt. He was on his hands and knees and began the process of slowly fucking his parishioner. I turned to look at Mom. She stood there, slack jawed, her eyes glazed, as she watched the couple below. As I watched her, she moved one hand to a breast and began massaging it thru the material of her dress and bra. "What's he see in her," she whispered to herself, without thinking or even realizing I could hear her, "she's got sagging, floppy tits." "Did you say something, Mom," I asked "Uh, no. I was just talking to myself," she whispered, as though afraid the couple below would hear her. "I guess Mrs. Johansen is being a vessel for Preacher's pent up frustrations, don't you think, Mom," I whispered back to her. "I'm sure glad that she's doin' it so you don't have to." There was no answer from Mom, she had become quite busy with her hands, one of which was now furiously rubbing her crotch right thru all her clothing. In the meantime, the couple below had begun a frenzied pace in their fucking, with the woman's legs now thrusting in the air, held there by the man's arms locked behind her knees. Pastor Love was really driving his fat cock into Mrs. Johansen now, apparently eager to fill her 'vessel'. Mom began moaning softly and I knew she was trying to drive herself to orgasm. Taking the bull by the horns, I leaned close to her and whispered in her ear, "You want me to help, Mom?" She groaned softly as I reached around her to grasp the untended tit. "Oh god, Amanda, I need to cum. Look how he's fucking her. Yes, help me, oh god, help me!" With difficulty, I hiked up her dress and wormed my hand under the hem of her silk panties, to find her cunt. Her bushy covering was soaking with her juice as I threaded my fingers through it and buried two of them into her honey pot. She placed both of her hands on the parapet of the bell tower opening and began humping madly as I finger-fucked her, thrusting her bulbous clit against the palm of my hand All this time her eyes had never left the scene below. I took my eyes away from Mom's face to glance at the action below, just in time to see Pastor Love give one tremendous drive, holding himself as deep in Mrs. Johansen's cunt as he could, while his prick pumped his creamy offering into her. It was only a minute later that Mom shuddered, gave out a long moan of ecstasy and thrust hard against my invading fingers as she too, came. Her orgasm lasted only seconds and as she relaxed, I withdrew my fingers from her nest. She began to sob, "Oh, Amanda, what have I done, what have we done?" Standing behind her, I put my arms around her and whispered in her ear, "Mom, we've just watched your preacher fuck Mrs. Johansen and it just made us so hot, we just...we just did what comes naturally. Don't be ashamed." Her body, still convulsing with each sob, she said, "But, Amanda, you're my daughter, I should never have asked for you to do...you're my baby girl, and I shouldn't...oh god, I've sinned so. Please, Amanda, I am so ashamed." "Mom, did it feel good? Could you help it? I'm not ashamed that I could help my own mother, it made me feel good. Why do you think you've sinned? Didn't god give you, give us, the means of having such pleasure?" She turned in my arms and I could see the tears streaming down her cheeks. "Oh, dear girl, don't you understand? Only a man's supposed to give us this kind of pleasure. Not another woman and especially, not our own child." "No, Mom, I do understand, just not the way you think." I kissed her tear stained cheek and stepping away from her, said, "Come on now. Let's go home." Then, giving her a mischievous smile, added, "Maybe we can come up here next Friday and see if they fuck again." That produced a giggle from her. I was half way down the ladder and Mom, standing on the landing at its base, said, "You knew we were going to see that, didn't you. You planned for me to see Pastor Love fuck her didn't you." I got to the bottom of the ladder and nodded to her. "Yes, I won't lie to you, Mom, I've watched them a couple of times and I've...uh...made use of the sight each time, if you know what I mean, just like you did today. Now, let's go home, it's getting late and I'm getting hungry." There was little or no conversation, especially on the afternoon's activity until I said to her, "Mom, the cucumber in this salad has an odd taste. Are you sure it's okay?" She just nodded. We were almost through dinner, when Mom made a confession. "You must know, Amanda, that Pastor Love has been ...uh...using me as a 'vessel' too. He told me, quite bluntly, there were other ladies that...uh...he serviced, and that he was eternally grateful to each of us. That each time it's a very holy act and we were blessed for doing it. Now I know that one is Mrs. Johansen, but I don't know who the others are." She was silent for a moment. "I wonder if any of them know about me?" "Don't worry, Mom, I'll never tell," eliciting a smile from her. That night, I watched as Mom used the handle of her hair brush to fuck herself with, her cuke toy having been devoured at supper. Several times she drew the bristles across her clit, jumping each time she did, a loud muffled groan each time. It seemed to add a lot to her self pleasure. Then, as she had with the cucumber, after cumming, she licked the handle clean. I fell onto my bed with my own toy and fucked myself to three good orgasms, not holding back any of my own moans and cries when they hit. After that I slept thru the rest of the night. On Tuesday I made no excuse but just stayed in my room awaiting the preachers visit. I had almost nodded off to sleep when I heard them in the next room. I stumbled off my bed and hurriedly took the picture off the wall. By the time I could peek through my spy hole, Mom was on the bed, holding her tits up for his inspection. "Suckle on me," I heard her say, "tell me how you like my breasts. They're so much nicer than Mary Johansen's floppy tits, aren't they?" Damn, I thought, she's going to give away my secret, but the preacher didn't seemed surprised.. "Yes, dear lady, much nicer," as he bent over to suck on them, first one, then, the other. I could see Mom had a big smile on her face as she lay there, eyes closed, enjoying his attention to her sensitive nipples. It was obvious that he too enjoyed sucking her tits, for he continued for several minutes, until Mom whispered loudly, "Annoint me now, give me your heavenly blessing." Pastor Love wasted no time, scrambling to get into position between her wide spread legs. Mom helped him guide his cock to her fuck hole and he sank it into her quickly. "Fuck me, lover man," she sobbed, "fuck me hard, make me cum, let me see heaven!" He did just as she requested, not bothering with his usual slow fuck and Mom responded almost immediately, her hips bouncing up to meet his every thrust. Twice she came with loud cries of ecstasy before he took his final plunge to pump his creamy cum into her. With the apparent last spurt, he collapsed onto Mom's body, breathing hard from his exertions. His spent cock quickly slipped out of her honey pot and as she felt its exit, she pushed him off her body, to lay beside her, still panting.through his open mouth. "My...god," he panted, "I don't...know...how.. .many...more...times I...can do...this... You ladies...are...gettin'...to be...too much... for...mortal man." He paused for a moment as his breathing returned to normal. "Mrs. Johansen just doesn't realize what she's started." In all seriousness, Mom responded, "Maybe you should restrict your blessing to only two of us, those of us that really require it." Then, "Just how many women do you bless like this?" Pastor Love and His Vessels He appeared to think for a minute before he replied. "There's seven of you. Sometimes I have to bestow my blessings on two in one day and I'm getting older, I hardly have time to prepare my sermons anymore." "That's it then, you'll just have to cut out five of them and just service...I mean, give your blessing to just two of us, me and Mary." She turned on her side and reached down to grasp his limp cock in one hand. "Let me clean you now, you have so much of your ointment left on your...wand." "Yes dear lady, please do," he sighed, "then I must rest." Again she sucked and licked his limp cock clean. It was much later that I heard the two of them leave Mom's bedroom and even later that I heard the front door open and close behind the departing preacher. I gave Mom a good half hour before I joined her in the kitchen, to help prepare our supper. "Was it good, Mom," I asked innocently, knowing that I was now aware of just what her counseling session included. She just nodded and went on with the preparations. At the table, over dinner, Mom finally opened up. "You know, he heard you one time and it bothered him a little, but now it doesn't anymore. He told me that there are seven ladies that he bestows his blessings on but I tried to convince him that he should end it with five of them and just concentrate on Mary Johansen and me. I didn't tell him about watching the two of them, either." She paused, "Do you think we can go up there and watch them again?" I grinned at her. "Of course we can, and we can get our own jollies while we watch. I just hope the weather is good and they don't change their afternoon schedule." Of course the weather was good and, since it was now the second week in August, it was quite warm when we headed for our observation post. As I climbed the ladder ahead of her, Mom said, "I see you don't have your undies on again." I just laughed. "Amanda," she added, "neither do I. Isn't that terrible?" Once we were in the bell chamber, Mom made a bee line for the observation portal, only to be disappointed that neither Mrs. Johansen or Pastor Love was in sight. Much to her disgust, I took out a pack of cigarettes and lit up. "You shouldn't do that, they might see the smoke and know that someone's up here." I shook my head, "No they won't, Mom, they won't even look up here and besides, there isn't that much smoke if they did." She was beginning to get nervous as I finished my cigarette and still no one had appeared in Mrs. Johansens yard and I thought that Mom was about to give up and want to leave when suddenly the two of them appeared, both naked, her floppy tits swaying with each step as she led the way to their 'spot'. Pastor Love stood there, his erect cock in his hand, as she spread the blanket on the grass. Mom was already beginning to breath more rapidly in anticipation of what was to come. When she watched the preacher drop to his knees between Mrs. Johansen's splayed legs, she groaned softly. As his cock disappeared into the waiting cunt, she pulled her dress aside to cup her own hairy pussy. Leaning with one hand on the portal sil, she began to massage her clit. "Oh god, Amanda, do me like you did before." I had been prepared for her request and took Ty's stand-in out of my skirt pocket as I moved to her side. As she continued gazing at the scene below, rubbing her clit, I manuevered it towards her cunt, fumbling to insert it into her already gushing hole. Mom knew immediately that it wasn't my fingers invading her body and she turned to stare at me. "Wha...what's that...oh god it feels like a...a real thing." She looked down as I slowly withdrew it a ways before sliding it back, full depth. "Oh, my lord, it looks like a real thing." "Just watch them, Mom, while my Ty fucks you," I whispered in her ear. "This is how Ty fucks me at night." We both turned our attention to the preacher and woman below. With both hands on the parapet opening now, Mom was humping in rhythm to Pastor Love as he was fucking Mrs. Johansen. The preacher had the woman's legs high in the air, holding them there with both arms locked behind her knees. He'd pull out slowly then, drive back into her, hard and fast. I could sense that Mom was close to an orgasm and I slowly increased the speed of the toy pumping into her cunt.."Harder, girl, harder, oh god, oh god, I'm almost there," she sobbed, then, aloud, "NOW!" I pushed the fake cock into her as deep as I could, feeling her body shudder as she dropped her head between her outstretched arms, her body growing stiff. After less than a minute she raised her head and gazed down on the two below. "Look how he fucks her," she muttered, "he should be fucking me like that, not that stupid woman with her sagging tits. She doesn't even have anything to suck on." I started to pull the plastic cock out of her, saying, "My turn now." "No, no, Amanda," she pleaded, "do me again, please. One more time." Even though I could feel my own juices running down my thighs, I acquiesced in her plea and resumed fucking her with the toy. "Oh yes, yes, thank you. Oh god, it feels just like he's fucking me," she whispered aloud, as she resumed her humping motions. For the first time, I was aware of the voice of Mrs. Johansen, even over the sound of sloppy squishing as I fucked Mom with the plastic cock. While we couldn't make out the words, she was apparently urging Pastor Love fuck her harder and faster, for he was doing just that, driving them both to the point of no return. As I watched from over Mom's shoulder, the good man made one last thrust, to fill Mrs. Johansen's cunt with his cum. It had that effect on Mom as she again climaxed, with a loud moan, ceased her humping and her body going rigid. I held the cock deep inside her cunt until the moment passed and this time, before she could object, retrieved it and thrust it into my own, now starving, fuck hole. Furiously I fucked my self with Ty's stand-in and it seemed to be only seconds before the first orgasm washed through my body, turning my legs to jelly, so I could no longer stand and had to slouch down to lean against the wall of the tower. Mom just stood there watching as I slowly pulled 'Ty' from my juicey cunt. She reached a hand out towards me, saying, "Let me see that, Dear." She looked it over very carefully, then asked, "What's all this white stuff on it?" "Jeez, Mom, that's our own juice. That's what makes it easy to slid inside. Didn't you ever see Daddy's cock after he, you know, fucked you?" "Yes, but I always thought it was his...uh sperm. I didn't know women made stuff like that." She knelt down beside me. "Can I do it for you, Amanda?" "Yeah, sure, Mom," and I spread my legs to give her a view of my cunt. "Just slide it in." I was getting very excited to think that my mother was about to service me as I watched her slide the plastic cock between my cunt lips and into me. "Fuck me, Mom," I whispered hoarsely, "Fuck me nice and slow." I found that I was getting more and more excited as she pulled the cock almost out, then pushed it in til it hit my cervix and there was nothing left for her to hold onto. "Faster, Mom, do it faster now," and I reached down to rub my clit. "Are you going to cum, Amanda," she asked as she pumped the cock hard and fast. "Yes, yes, Mom," I muttered, "just don't stop, jeez, I'm almost there, NOW!" I'd never cum so hard in my life and I must have squirted cause Mom quickly pulled her hand away. "My god, girl, you peed on me," she cried. I didn't care, my orgasm was so intense as wave after wave of ecstasy washed through my body, from my curled up toes to the top of my head. It was the fact that my own mother had been the one thrusting the plastic cock into my hungry cunt that made it so erotic. It took me several minutes to recover and get enough strength back in my legs to stand again. I picked up my 'Ty's stand-in' from where it had fallen from my satisfied cunt. It was covered with my whitish juices. I brazenly lifted it to my mouth to lick it clean. Mom's jaw dropped when she saw what I was doing. "Amanda," she said sternly, "that's awful! Don't do that." I paused. "No it isn't, it tastes good. Didn't you ever taste yourself," knowing that she had not only tasted herself, but the preacher's cum as well. "Well," she lied to me, "just once. But, I didn't like it. Do you always clean that...uh...thing...like that?" "Sure. And I always cleaned Ty's...uh...'thing' too," I replied, ending the conversation. We made a check to see if the couple down below were still there, but in the time it took for her to pleasure me, they had picked up and left. We climbed down the ladder and then descended the stairs to the ground floor and left for home. During the following weeks we continued watching Pastor Love fuck Mrs. Johansen every Friday afternoon, after which we took turns fucking each other with the plastic cock. Tuesdays I watched as he fucked Mom, after which she'd clean his cock with her tongue. It was obvious that she really did enjoy the taste of their combined juices. As Mom had suggested to him, he, one by one, eliminated five of the women that he had been servicing, until it was only Mom and Mrs. Johansen who reaped the benefits of his 'blessings'. It showed too as he became more lusty with each elimination. On more than one occasion, both Mom and Mrs. Johansen received two 'blessings' in one session. Come fall and cooler weather, our chance to watch from the bell tower came to an end, they apparently staying indoors for their ritual fuck. It was then that Mom invited me into her bedroom so we could get each other off. And, it wasn't confined to just Friday afternoons as Mom seemed to become more needful of the sex she had gone without for all those years after Daddy died. Just before Thanksgiving, I received word that Ty would be coming home from Korea, he had been injured in a truck accident and was being sent home to recuperate and be discharged. The day that he arrived home, walking with crutches, I gave the plastic cock to Mom, I would no longer need it, I had my real thing back.