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You Have To Go To Mass! Ch. 01

By: Carnevil9



Maria knocked loudly on her son's bedroom door. "Matthew? Wake up! You have to get up and get ready for Mass."

Matthew's muffled voice came through the door. "I'm not going to Mass, Mom."

Maria's eyes shot up. We'll just see about that, she thought. She wrapped her fingers around the knob, twisted, and swung open the door.

Matthew was lying in bed, covered with a blanket. His eyes were open, but he said nothing.

"And just why do you think you are not going to Mass with me, young man?"

Matthew stared at her for a moment, then said, "Because I can't possibly go to Mass like THIS." With that, he threw the blanket aside and onto the floor.

Maria's eyes popped out of her head. Matthew was stark naked, and sporting the largest erection she had ever seen in her life! The long blue-veined shaft and flaring purple head stared back at her and bobbed slightly.

Maria stumbled backwards as if hit by a blow. Was this her innocent little boy? Her mind turned back over the years. She had married Matthew's scumbag of a father nearly twenty years ago, and they had been happy, for a short while. Until she learned what a womanizing scumbag he really was. He left her shortly after Matthew had been born, running away with some young bimbo. She had never heard from him again, nor did she want to. She swore that she would raise her son by herself, and she would raise him to be an honest, decent, God-fearing young man. Not a scumbag like his father.

She had dutifully taken him to Mass with her every Sunday and every church Holy Day of his life. She had bought him his first prayer book, and his first rosary, and seen him through his first communion and confession and confirmation. She had done a great job of making him into a good, honest, God-fearing young man. She had devoted her life to it.

But he had turned eighteen a few days ago, and apparently that had some sort of effect on him, turning him suddenly into some kind of sex beast! There he was, naked before her, leering with a lopsided grin, and exhibiting the biggest, most obscene boner she had ever witnessed with her own eyes.

"You see, Mom, I can't possibly go out of the house like this. I don't think I can even get my pants on."

"You'll.... you'll just have to, um, take care of it. You know, like boys do."

"Can't do that Mom. That would be a sin. You wouldn't want me to commit a sin, now would you?"

"Of course not! But it's also a sin to miss Mass." Maria was confused. Oh, what to do, what to do! She felt all her plans starting to slip away from her. After all her hard work all these years!

Matthew was giving her his sly grin again. "You know, Mom, YOU could take care of it for me. Then I wouldn't be committing a sin. You'd be saving my soul, and letting me go to Mass after all."

Maria was shocked all over again. Was her son suggesting that she should... should...

"Are you suggesting that I should.... should...."

"Yeah, you should jerk me off. Of course, then YOU would be committing a sin, but I wouldn't be. C'mon, Mom, you'd do that to save my immortal soul, wouldn't you? Certainly you love me that much, don't you?"

Maria thought it over, through her shock and horror. Yes, it would probably be a sin for her to jerk off her own son. Of course it would. Especially on a Sunday! And right before Mass! But, she would be doing it to save him from committing the sin of self-gratification. And from missing Mass. Yes, it is a sin, she thought, but it is for a higher good. She wouldn't be judged for that. And even if she were, even if the act damned her soul to Hell, she would be doing it to save her son's soul. It would be worth it. She made up her mind.

"All right, Matthew. I'll do it. But you have to promise me that after I, uh, take care of you, you WILL go to Mass with me."

"Absolutely, Mom. Of course. I promise. Now..." He glanced down at his throbbing penis and grinned again.

Maria sat gingerly down on the edge of the bed. She stared at the enormous organ in front of her. It twitched slightly, making her jump. Matthew laughed. She reached one hand out daintily, extended one finger toward it. She stopped an inch away.

"C'mon, Mom. It isn't going to bite you. It's a cock, not a snake. You act like you've never had sex before."

"Well, certainly not with my own son, I haven't! And never with one so, um, large." She brought her fingertip to the slit at the top of the flaring purple head, touched it tenderly. Matthew shuddered slightly with pleasure. She touched it again, more firmly. A tiny bead of pre-cum began to leak out of the slit. She rubbed it into the skin of the glans.

"Oh, that's good, Mom! Keep going. Keep going!" Matthew had closed his eyes and thrown his head back in pleasure.

Maria slid her pre-cum moistened finger up and down the length of the shaft, feeling every vein and ridge. The blue veins stuck out in stark contrast to the pink skin, so smooth and velvety and pulled tight. Matthew gurgled in his throat. She still had some power over him! She moved a tiny bit closer, and brought the pad of her thumb into contact with the opposite side of the shaft. She moved thumb and fingertip up and down, sliding them gently. The shaft seemed to grow a bit longer, and the head flared a bit wider. Matthew cooed in pleasure.

Getting a bit bolder, Maria closed her thumb and finger around the shaft. They didn't quite meet; he was far too thick for that. But the increased contact allowed her to stimulate him all the more. She moved the ring of her fingers up and down the shaft, below the head, down to the faint patch of pubic hair in his crotch, and then up again to just below the rim. Matthew's breathing became ragged and his shoulders twitched slightly. Finally, she closed her entire fist around the shaft, and jacked slowly up and down his length.

"You're doing great, Mom," Matthew said between gasps. "Don't forget the head!"

Maria slide her hand up higher, up over the rim of the cock head. Matthew shuddered violently. She pulled her hand away. "Did I hurt you?"

"God no, it was awesome! Don't stop!"

Maria made a mental note about the sensitivity of the cock rim. She returned her fist to her son's cock, and wrapped it more confidently around the shaft. She jacked up and down again, all the way down to the base, and all the way up and over the rim until her hand almost lost contact. Then back down again, over and over. Matthew was breathing very heavily, with a catch in his throat each time she passed over the rim. On an impulse, Maria stopped the rising motion of her hand when she was gripping the head of his cock, her fingers wrapped around the sensitive rim. She began twisting her hand in a doorknob-opening motion. That drove Matthew crazy!

"Oh my God, just like that, just like that!" He was talking through clenched teeth, his fists grabbing the sheet below him. "Keep going, Mom, keep going!"

Maria continued to twist her fist back and forth around the flaring purple cock head, feeling the steady stream of pre-cum making the whole mess slicker and wetter all the time. Matthew was shuddering almost violently, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists.

Maria suddenly pulled her hand away. What was she doing? She was jacking off her own son! This was totally wrong!

Matthew's eyes popped open and he stared at her. "Why did you stop? I was this close! Finish me, finish me!"

Maria was close to sobbing. "I can't! I just can't! It's totally and completely wrong and immoral!"

"Only for you! Not for me. Mom, I need you to do this so I can go to Mass. Do you want me to turn into a scumbag like my father? Do you want me to become a sinner? I'll end up damned to Hell. Eternal damnation! Fire and brimstone and imps with pitchforks. I'll be in Hell, and you'll be in Heaven and we'll never see each other again! Is that what you want?"

Maria was sobbing for real now, with her face buried in her hands. She could smell his pre-cum on her palm; it was strangely intoxicating. "No," she managed to say. "No, of course I don't want that." She sniffed back her tears. She took a hanky out of her pocket and blew her nose. She couldn't damn her son to Hell. She had to go through with it, no matter what. She set her jaw and threw back her shoulders. She turned her gaze back to the throbbing, gleaming tower of cock that awaited her.

"Mom?" She tore her gaze from his cock and looked up at his face. "Use both hands, okay?" She nodded and turned back to the matter at hand.

Maria wrapped both hands around the pulsating shaft, interlacing her fingers on the far side. She slid the double fist up and down slowly, feeling the thick, slick pre-cum that by now had completely coated her son's cock. She slid up and down, and twisted at the same time. Matthew began to moan again. Then, noticing how much longer his shaft was than her hands, she unlaced her fingers, and placed one hand above the other. That was better, she thought; almost the entire shaft was covered. She slid up and down, and twisted her hands in opposite directions. Matthew was again breathing raggedly and clenching the sheet. She moved her right hand up to the cock head, and again gripped it like a doorknob. She twisted the knob, and continued to jack the shaft with her left hand. Matthew was practically speaking in tongues by now, transported by the pleasure.

Matthew managed to grunt: "Faster! Faster, Mom! Faster!" Maria kept up the twisting and jacking, but at a faster, more urgent pace. Matthew was vibrating like a paint mixer by this point; he was almost ready to blow his load. Between clenched teeth he grunted out, "I'm .... gonna... CUM!!!"

Maria pulled her right hand off the head of his cock just in time. A giant rope of pearly white cum shot straight up into the air, and fell back down to land on his abdomen. A steady gush of cum continued to pour out of his slit, and run down the slopes of his cock head to coat her left hand, still jacking up and down on the massive shaft.

Matthew had clenched his entire body during his orgasm, but now fell back limply onto the bed. His body was still twitching in pleasure. Maria could feel his cock beginning to wilt in her hand. She slowed down her jacking motion until she was just holding the softening shaft in her hand, gripping it tightly as if she was afraid it would run away. She stared at the copious globs of white cum all over her fingers, like frosting on a birthday cake.

"Wow, that was awesome, Mom!" Matthew said. He smiled at her. It wasn't the leering, evil grin that he'd had when she first entered the room. No, this was the innocent, happy smile of the little boy she'd known for so long. Maria was happy. She had tamed the sexual beast within him; she had saved her son's soul!

Maria stood up. She wiped her hands on her hanky. When she realized that it wasn't nearly big enough, she wiped them on the sheet. "Now, young man, you will get up, shower, and get dressed for Mass."

"Yes, Mom. You bet." Maria pulled the door shut behind her and went to the bathroom to wash her hands properly.

Later that morning, Maria and Matthew were sitting in their usual pew at 11 o'clock Mass. Matthew made Maria proud by reciting all the prayers, singing all the songs, and sitting and standing and kneeling at all the right times. He was her perfect little angel, she thought, just like he has always been.

But at the same time, Maria couldn't stop thinking about his leering eyes, his naked body, and his huge, towering cock from earlier that morning. She couldn't forget the feel of his proud cock flesh between her hands, or the sticky feeling of his cum running down her fingers. She couldn't forget the power that he had held over her, or the power that she held in her hands. And most of all, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had damned her own soul to Hell, even if she had saved that of her precious little angel.

********

Maria spent a fitful night tossing and turning. She felt horribly guilty about what she had done. She didn't want to go to Hell. But she didn't want to lose her son, either. She tossed and turned and pondered her dilemma. She prayed for guidance. And the answer came to her in a thunderbolt: Go to confession! Of course, it was so simple. She would go to confession first thing in the morning, seeking both advice and absolution. Reassured, she fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

The next morning, after making Matthew's breakfast and seeing him off to his classes at the junior college, Maria checked the church bulletin for the confession schedule. Father Flanagan was hearing confessions that very afternoon. She made a point of being first in line.

In the confessional, Maria knelt and prayed and waited for the screen to slide open. When it did, she went into the well-practiced script. "Bless me Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was about three weeks ago."

"What are your sins, my child?"

"Well, twice I took the Lord's name in vain. And yesterday I gave my son a hand job. And last week, they gave me too much change at the drug store, and I didn't give it back. But I really didn't notice it until I got home, so that isn't really a sin, is it?"

"Wait; what was that middle one?"

"About giving my son the hand job? I was hoping you could just forgive me for that one and not dwell on it."

"This is a very serious sin, Maria. Whatever possessed you to do such a thing?"

Maria began to sob uncontrollably. Father Flanagan waited patiently for her to compose herself. Eventually, she calmed down and told him the entire sordid story, from beginning to end. From the moment she first saw the enormous erection, to the feeling of the warm cum pouring over her fingers. At several points, Father Flanagan asked her for a few more details, which she dutifully provided. The Father shifted uncomfortably behind his screen. He rarely heard about such lurid sins. He couldn't help but notice his own erection growing inside his cassock.

At the end of her story, Maria pleaded, "What am I to do, Father?"

"Well, the Lord forgives you. You need have no fear on that account. But really, Maria, you have to stop this sort of behavior. You cannot do this again. Is that clear? Absolution is only granted when you sincerely plan to repent."

"Yes, Father. I understand."

After the confession, Maria went home feeling much better. The Father was right; this had to stop. She would just have to be more firm with Matthew. He was a good boy. He would come around.

Father Flanagan, however, couldn't get the image out of his mind of Maria's small hands jacking off that huge eighteen year old cock. Her slim white hands wrapped around that pink, blue-veined monster. He was glad that his cassock was roomy and flowing, as he spent the rest of the day walking around with an erection. Furthermore, he was wise enough to know that the story of Maria and Matthew was almost certainly not over. Maria reminded him of a woman he had known back before he was a priest; a woman who had appeared pure and innocent on the outside, but who become quite the sexual freak in bed. Oh yes; he felt quite confident that there would be several more chapters of this story to come.

You Have To Go To Mass! Ch. 02



Maria knocked on her son's bedroom door. "Matthew! It's Sunday. Time to get ready for Mass." Without waiting for an answer, she swung the door open.

Matthew was lying on his bed, naked, sporting an enormous erection. "I'm ready for you to help me get ready, Mom!" He leered at her with his evil, lascivious grin.

Maria sat on the edge of the bed, and traced one finger up and down the underside of her son's cock. "How would you like it today, baby?"

"How about that two-handed twisty thing that you do so well?"

"Sure thing." Maria gripped the long, blue-veined shaft with both hands, one above the other, and started twisting them in opposite directions, back and forth. At the same time, she slid them up and down the shaft, slowly but smoothly. Matthew purred in pleasure.

A small part of Maria's mind felt guilty about what she was doing. She was giving her own son a handjob, after all! But ever since his eighteenth birthday a month ago, it was the only way she could get him to go to Sunday Mass. When he was younger, he would always go without a problem. But now, he always woke up with a raging hard-on, and needed to be relieved before he could leave the house! Yes, it was almost certainly a sin, and yes, it would probably damn her immortal soul to Hell. But she comforted herself with the knowledge that she was saving her son's soul, and that was more important to her than her own welfare, in this life or the next. She had been doing this for four Sundays in a row now, and had gotten quite good at it. And each time, after he cums, Matthew returns to the sweet, gentle boy that he always had been while growing up.

Maria suddenly realized that she'd been stroking for quite a while. "Are you alright, Matthew? You usually cum by now."

"I don't know what the problem is, Mom. You give good handjobs; but it's just not doing it for me today. Maybe I'm ready to move on to something more."

Maria's eyes widened in surprise. "Something more? What do you mean?"

"Maybe you should take your shirt off," Matthew suggested. He raised his eyebrows up and down twice, suggestively.

"Why, I never!" said Maria. It was one thing to stroke her son's cock in order to relieve a perfectly natural physical affliction. But this... this... this was simple lasciviousness, and nothing more.

"C'mon, Mom. I'll bet you have really nice boobs. It will help me get excited enough to cum. You don't want me to miss Mass, do you?"

Maria had misgivings, but she certainly didn't want Matthew to miss Mass, and risk the loss of his immortal soul. Also, she was flattered that he thought she had nice boobs. Reluctantly, she began to slowly unbutton the front of her crisp white blouse, from top to bottom. She didn't realize that the slower she did it, the more erotic it became.

"Yeah, Mom, that's it! Take it off!"

She got to the bottom button, and shrugged the blouse off her shoulders. Matthew leered at her lacy brassiere.

"Is that enough?"

"Mom! Don't be a tease. Take the bra off too, please."

Maria blushed a bright crimson. But she slowly reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Matthew was watching, transfixed, holding his breath. She slowly dropped the bra into her lap, spilling her middle-aged breasts out into the open.

Matthew gasped. "They are beautiful, Mom! You do have great boobs!"

Maria didn't know what to say. "Thank you, son," was all she could manage. "Now let's get this over with." She reached forward toward his cock again, which was longer and harder than ever. She resumed her two-handed jacking and twisting.

Matthew never took his eyes off her boobs, which were swaying and jiggling in time with the stroking motions of her hands. Yet his heart refused to race, and his breathing refused to become shallow and ragged. And his cock stubbornly refused to issue any pre-cum. Maria was very disappointed. Revolted as she was at sexually servicing her son, she always got a perverse satisfaction from the power that it enabled her to exert over him. But that power seemed to be slipping away from her.

"Matthew, darling, what's wrong? You should be cumming by now!"

"I'm sorry, Mom. You have great boobs and all, but it still isn't enough. I think we have to take things up one more notch." 

Maria stared at him. She had no idea what he was talking about. At least, she didn't want to admit that she knew.

Matthew gave her his evil leer again. "You know what I mean, Mom. C'mon, how about sucking on me for a while? Suck my cock with that pretty, sexy mouth of yours. I'm sure that your hot, wet lips and tongue and throat will make me cum in no time."

Maria blinked in surprise. Suck her own son's cock? She had gotten used to the fact that she gave him handjobs on a regular basis. But actually taking him into her mouth? She furrowed her brow and shuddered.

Matthew was afraid she was going to chicken out. "Mom, I need to cum! I can't go to Mass with this enormous erection. And if I can't go to Mass, I'll be committing a sin! I don't want to go to Hell, Mom! Don't damn me to Hell! Save me!!"

It worked. Maria gulped and said, "Okay, Matthew. For you. For your soul."

She stared at the giant cock as if seeing it for the first time. The flaring purple head looked way too big to get past her lips. The long, blue-veined shaft looked far too long for her throat. She hadn't sucked a cock since her womanizing scumbag of a husband had left her almost eighteen years ago, and his had been much smaller that Matthew's. Still, she had a job to do.

She leaned forward. She opened her mouth as wide as it would go, and approached the flaring cock head. Involuntarily, she let a long string of saliva drip down onto the head, where it glistened and reflected the morning window light. She prepared to plunge her mouth down over the bulbous knob, but at the last minute she chickened out. Instead, she stuck out her tongue and licked the underside of the head; a long, slow lick like she would to an ice cream cone. Matthew moaned in pleasure, and she knew she was on the right track.

Encouraged, Maria gripped the base of the cock with both hands, and licked up the shaft from bottom to top, over and over again. Then she turned her head sideways and licked the side of the shaft, and then the other side. Matthew was loving it. Finally, she went up to the top and licked all over and around the head, concentrating on the ultra-sensitive rim. Matthew shuddered and moaned, his head thrown back and his eyes rolled up into their sockets.

Maria began to feel confident again; her power over her son was returning. She decided to attempt the head again. She opened her mouth wide, and plunged it down over the flaring knob. Surprisingly, she got it in past her teeth, as well as almost an inch of the shaft! Matthew let out a huge sigh of pleasure. Maria closed her mouth, pressing the wet flesh of her lips and tongue onto the head and shaft. She flailed her tongue back and forth inside her mouth, lashing at the tip and the pee slit. She thought Matthew would go crazy from the way he was squirming. She gripped his shaft all the tighter in her small pale hands, and sucked and licked for all she was worth.

After several minutes, she pulled her mouth off her son's cock and looked up at him. He opened his eyes and stared back at her. "This is awesome, Mom! Don't stop. You're doing great. You're a natural cocksucker!" He closed his eyes again, waiting for further pleasure.

Maria took his cock back into her mouth, an inch deeper now than before. She could feel her jaws beginning to loosen up. She was getting the hang of it! She moved her head up and down, letting her lips slide up and down the top two inches of his pink, blue-veined shaft, while her tongue continued to caress the sensitive head deep inside her mouth. Meanwhile, her hands began to jack the bottom half of the shaft up and down. Matthew was shuddering and gurgling and clenching the sheet in his fists. Maria pushed her head a little way further down, and felt his cock head reach the back of her throat. That started to make her gag, and she involuntarily swallowed. But that just drew him further down into her throat, and she could feel another inch of the shaft slide past her lips into her mouth. Matthew was going out of his mind. She managed to relax her throat enough to conquer the gag reflex, and continued swallowing and caressing and stroking.

With nearly half of Matthew's cock shaft in her mouth, there was no longer room for both of her hands to jack him. She took away one hand, and, on a whim, reached down to grab his nut sack. She slowly and gently squeezed his balls. Matthew's eyes popped open at the sudden and unexpected new sensation, but he was loving it. Maria rolled his balls between her fingers and palm as she continued to suck and jack and swallow. She could feel his cock head getting bigger and bigger in her throat, and his balls getting tighter in her hand. She knew from experience that he was getting close to orgasm. Her mouth was already full of saliva and precum, and she let it run out the corners of her mouth, down the sides of the shaft, to pool in obscene puddles on his thighs. The slickness in her throat enabled Matthew's throbbing, bobbing cock to slip yet further down into her gullet, until she could almost feel his pubic hairs tickling her lips. She swallowed and gurgled and slurped, making whatever motions she could think of with her tongue and lips and cheeks. She only had room for one finger and her thumb on his shaft, which she continued to twist back and forth while squeezing his balls.

This was the end for Matthew. The combination of the sensations from both her hands, her lips, her tongue, and her tight, gulping throat, pushed him over the edge. His hips bucked, shoving his cock all the way into her mouth, and his balls against her chin. His ejaculation forced a huge jolt of cum into her throat, but since she was already involuntarily swallowing on a regular basis, she was able to take most of it down into her stomach with no gagging at all. Some of the cum pooled up in her mouth and leaked out at the corners, running down on his balls and pubic hair. As his hips continued to buck, Maria moved her head up and down in time with it, keeping his cock shaft between her lips and his cock head deep in her throat. The peristalsis of her swallowing motions continued to massage and stimulate him, milking him of every last drop of cum.

Finally, Matthew was spent, and his hips stopped bucking. He relaxed down onto the bed with a huge sigh of satisfaction. Maria opened her mouth and let his softening cock slide out from between her puffy, swollen lips. She swallowed hard, three times, to empty her mouth of the reservoir of cum and saliva. She wiped her chin and looked at Matthew.

"That was awesome, Mom! You are an incredible cocksucker!"

"Don't talk to your mother like that!" Maria said crossly. But secretly, she felt proud; proud of her ability to make her young son's body cum, and proud of her power over him. Ashamed of herself, certainly, but proud at the same time. She stood up, straightened her skirt, and picked up her bra and blouse. "Now you shower and get dressed. We leave for Mass in one hour."

Later that morning, Maria and Matthew sat side by side at 11 o'clock Mass. Matthew was smiling and praying, the perfect little angel. Maria felt a confused jumble of emotions: satisfaction that she had gotten Matthew to Mass, guilt at how she had done it, and pride that she had performed a creditable blowjob and exerted control over him. And of course fear that she was losing her own soul in the process.

But there was more. She also felt a tingling in her loins, a longing in her being. An emptiness deep in her nether regions. She hadn't felt anything like that in a long, long time, and wasn't exactly sure what it was.

********

Maria spent another fitful night unable to sleep. She had come to terms with the fact that she had been giving Matthew handjobs on a regular basis, and had even stopped going to confession over them. Father Flanagan always gave her a hard time anyway. But this... this was more than she could handle on her own. She would have to go to confession tomorrow.

Maria was in the church promptly at 1 pm, and watched Father Flanagan, his vestments flowing piously around him, walk down the aisle of the church and enter the center compartment of the confessional. She was first in line, but she didn't rise. She motioned to the woman next to her to go first. Maria didn't want to confess this heinous sin with other people in the church. She would wait and go last, after everyone else had finished. She bowed her head and prayed for guidance.

Eventually, all of the other penitents had confessed, said their penances, and left, and Maria was alone in the church. Father Flanagan was still in the confessional. She slowly made her way to the ornate wooden enclosure and entered the end compartment. She knelt down on the kneeler, and looked around at the richly carved wood and the velvet upholstery. This was a holy place. She did not deserve to be here.

The partition slid open. "Bless me Father, for I have sinned," she said.

"What are your sins, child?"

"Well, a couple days ago I ran a red light. And yesterday, I gave my son a blowjob before Mass. And last week, I was late returning some library books. But I already paid the fine, so that doesn't really count as a sin, does it?"

"Wait a minute - what was that middle one?"

"Oh Father; I know it is awful, but handjobs weren't getting him to go to Mass anymore. He wanted something more. So I sucked his cock!" Maria put her face in her hands and began to sob. "I even swallowed his cum!"

"Maria, I told you that you had to stop this sort of behavior."

"I know Father, I know," she said between sobs. "But I couldn't help it. I wanted to save his soul, and I didn't care about the consequences!"

Father Flanagan was intrigued. Giving a blowjob to save a soul? "Tell me everything," he said. "Start at the beginning."

Maria sniffed. She choked back her sobs. "Okay, Father. At first, I started stroking his cock, like usual. I wrapped both my hands around it and stroked it, slowly and rhythmically. That usually gets him to cum, so his erection goes away and he can go to Mass." She felt a slight tingle in her crotch at the memory. "But this time, it wasn't working. He asked me to take off my shirt. I did, and my breasts hung out in plain sight." Maria remembered the cool air on her breasts, and it made her nipples crinkle at the memory, and poke against the fabric of her crisp white blouse. The tingle in her crotch increased the tiniest amount. "But he still wasn't responding, so I had to suck on him. At first, I couldn't get his cock into my mouth, it was so huge, so I just licked it. You know, like an ice cream cone. All around the rim, and up and down the shaft." The tingling in her loins was becoming insistent now, along with a slight dampness; she squeezed her thighs together to try to make it stop.

"Go on," said the Father, starting to feel his own libido rising.

"Then I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and I got the head of his cock inside it!" At the memory of Matthew's cock knob invading her mouth, Maria suddenly felt a wet gushing sensation between her legs. She reached one hand down into her groin to feel it. As her finger touched her pantyhose between her legs, a jolt of pleasure ran up and down her spine. "Oh!"

"What is it?"

"Nothing, Father. I had my mouth around his cock head. It felt incredible: smooth and velvety, and tasting like saltwater taffy. My tongue couldn't stop licking it inside my mouth, trying to taste every inch." By now, she was rubbing her wet pussy through her nylons, two fingers going up and down, and she was beginning to shudder with lust. "I kept pushing my head further down, trying to get more and more of his cock into my mouth and down my throat." At the memory of her son's cock pushing its way past her tonsils, she suddenly needed more stimulation in her pussy. She reached her hand down inside her nylons, and pushed her middle finger between her lips, curling and beckoning it inside her pussy. "Ohh my..."

"Are you alright, Maria?" Father Flanagan was getting quite turned on by now, too. He could feel his own cock getting erect inside his cassock. He shifted in his seat to give it more room. Maria continued to talk, but she frequently paused for several seconds at a time.

"I sucked harder and harder on his cock, Father... And I started jacking his cock shaft with one hand, and... and squeezing his balls with the other... He was loving it, and I could hear him moaning and whimpering with pleasure..."

Father Flanagan had no choice. He reached inside his cassock and wrapped his fist around his straining cock. He began stroking it, slowly and rhythmically. He could feel his body shudder with pleasure.

"I could feel his cock inching its way down my throat... The deeper it got, the more I loved it. I could feel his precum pooling up in my mouth, and I could feel his cockhead getting bigger and bigger against the back of my throat..."

The Father couldn't help but picture the obscene scenario; Maria's mouth clamped around her son's cock, her mouth stretched wide and her eyes bulging. He felt sweat breaking out on his brow, and a tingling sensation starting to grow in his scrotum. He hiked up the hem of his cassock so that he could have better access to his straining shaft.

"I squeezed his balls and stroked his shaft, and I kept swallowing on his head..." Maria had two fingers in her pussy now, and was sawing them in and out furiously. The Father was fisting his shaft up and down as fast as he could, his hips swaying in time, hoping that Maria could not hear the squeaking of his wooden bench. He had both his hands between his legs now, one rubbing his shaft and the other squeezing his balls.

"Then I felt his cock jerk a little, like it usually does in my hands, and I knew he was about to... about to... cum..." She now had both hands in her own crotch, one with three fingers jammed deep in her pussy, and the other viciously strumming two fingers across her clit. The Father could feel his own precum lubricating his cock as his hand flew back and forth at the speed of light. He felt the old familiar tightness in his balls that signaled an inevitable orgasm.

"And then... and then... and then he came! He shot his load! Right down my throat! Ahhh!!" Maria reached a climax as her furious frigging worked its magic on her clit. She felt wave after wave of pleasure pouring through her body, and she shuddered and screamed and clenched her eyes shut and threw her head back in wild abandon.

The Father heard her climax, and it pushed him over the edge, too. He bit his lower lip to stop himself from crying out, but he still grunted and groaned as his cock spat jolt after jolt of pearly white cum onto the wall of the confessional in front of him. He watched in horror as his river of spooge dripped obscenely down the carved wooden wall, his rock hard cock still pulsating in his hand and his heart pounding.

They were both silent for long minutes. Finally, Maria opened her eyes and pulled her hands out of her nylons. "Father?" she asked.

Father Flanagan had been staring at the dripping rivers of cum on the wall of the confessional in front of him. But he was jolted out of his trance by her voice. "Yes, child. Umm..." His heart had finally stopped racing, and he fought to keep his voice under control. "Umm, your penance will be to say three Hail Marys and five Our Fathers. Now go, and sin no more." He waited until he heard Maria leave the confessional, waited while she knelt in the pew and prayed, and waited until he heard her echoing footsteps leaving the church. Only then did he button up his cassock, leave the confessional, and go to the back room to get a towel.




You Have To Go To Mass! Ch. 02



As he was cleaning up the confessional wall, and giving thanks that Maria had been the last penitent of the day, he thought back to his life before entering the priesthood. He thought about his deceased wife, about how beautiful she had been, and how much he had loved her, and about all the sex that they used to have. All the freaky, crazy sex, in freaky, crazy places. And he thought about how devastated he had been when she had died suddenly twenty years ago. He couldn't bear it. He had sent their young daughter to live with relatives, and had entered the priesthood, fully intending to put those sexual feelings behind him and live a chaste life devoted to the Church. Putting all thoughts of sex and women and lust and freaky, crazy feelings behind him. And it had worked, for a while. But now, after all these years, he wasn't so sure anymore.



You Have To Go To Mass! Ch. 03



Maria stood before her son's bedroom door. She held her fist up, ready to knock. She paused, a tiny twinge of guilt crossing her mind. For the last two months, she had spent every Sunday morning draining Matthew's balls, helping him to relieve his raging eighteen-year-old's erection so that he could go to Mass with her. At first, handjobs had been enough. But for the last month, it had taken blowjobs to get him to cum. She hoped they would still suffice. 

She knocked. "Matthew?" 

"C'mon in, Mom!"

Maria swung the door wide. Matthew was lying on his bed, naked, his huge erection pointing at the ceiling, throbbing and bobbing in time with his pulse. He had his hands behind his head, and a lascivious leer on his face. "There's my favorite cocksucker!" 

"Matthew! Don't be disrespectful." Maria sat down primly on the bed. She looked at Matthew's cock. It looked bigger than ever. "I suppose you'll need me to suck it again?"

"Yes, please. You know how good you are at it."

Maria knew there was no way around it. If she wanted to get Matthew to Mass to save his soul, she would just have to go through with it again. She grasped the base of his cock with one hand, lowered her face, and sucked the bulbous head into her mouth.

Matthew gasped as the head of his dick was surrounded in warm, velvety wetness. He closed his eyes and felt his mother's tongue licking and slurping around the rim and the slit. He felt her lips gradually slipping further and further down his shaft, gradually taking in his entire length. He felt her throat opening up to receive him, and felt her swallowing motions which drew him in ever deeper

Maria grabbed his tender nutsack and gave it a gentle squeeze. She waited for the inevitable taste of precum to fill her mouth and help lubricate the swallowing action. She waited, but was disappointed. Usually he was precumming within a few minutes of her sucking on him, but none was forthcoming this time. She raised her mouth off his shaft and looked at his face. He opened his eyes. 

"Is everything alright, Matthew? Usually you start filling my mouth with precum by this time." She felt a small twinge of panic; the last time this happened, she had needed to graduate from handjobs to blowjobs to get him to cum.

"I don't know, Mom," said Matthew. "It still feels good and everything. You suck a great cock. But somehow it just isn't pushing me up toward the edge. It's just, you know - nice."

Maria's heart was pounding. She had dreaded this day. "Let me try again. I might have a few extra tricks..."

"No, Mom. The time has come. We have to take things up a notch." Maria hung her head. She knew what was coming. "I think it's time you let me fuck you."

Maria's head was spinning. This couldn't be happening. Giving her son a handjob was probably a sin. And giving him a blowjob was almost certainly a sin. But they weren't really sex. Not really. They were just, well, therapy! Yeah, that was it. But actual sex... this would most definitely be a sin. She wasn't sure she could go through with it. She looked at him with a blank stare on her face.

"Mom? Mom?! Are you seriously thinking of not doing this? You know what will happen, right? I won't be able to go to Mass. I won't be able to save my soul. I'll be damned to Hell, forever! Demons and pitchforks and brimstone, and being flayed alive, for all eternity! All because you wouldn't have sex with me? Is that what you want? Is it?"

The thought of her poor little angel, turning on a spit in the pits of Hell, slowly roasting over an eternal fire while demons poked him with pitchforks, was too much for Maria. She couldn't allow that. Not even if she had to commit the worst sin in the universe!

"Of course not, Matthew. Of course I'll let you fuck me. After all, you have to go to Mass. You just have to."

"That's more like it! Now, take those clothes off and come join me in bed."

Maria stood up. She kicked off her shoes. She unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off. Matthew's eyes were staring and his grin was bigger than ever. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She hunched her shoulders forward and it fell to the floor at her feet. Matthew's eyes bugged out even further. She unzipped her skirt, let it fall, and stepped out of it. Matthew looked like he was about to start drooling.

She was standing in front of him in her panties. She hadn't put her stockings on yet. She turned around, facing away from the bed, and slid the panties down her legs. Matthew stared, transfixed, at her naked ass in front of his face, nice and round. When his mother turned back around to face him, he was mesmerized by the triangle of hair around her pussy. She was middle aged and looked it, but she was his mother, and he thought she was beautiful.

"Mom, you are beautiful!" Maria blushed pink. "I can't wait to fuck you!" Maria blushed a deep crimson. 

"Don't talk to your mother like that!" she said crossly. But involuntarily, she felt a tingling in her crotch. And a flock of butterflies in her stomach. She wasn't sure if they were out of fear, or anticipation.

"C'mere, Mom," Matthew held out his hand. Maria took it, and let him pull her down to the bed. She laid herself down beside him, belly to belly. "You are so beautiful. I am going to fuck you really good, Mom. I am going to fuck your pussy really, really good."

Maria felt a jumble of emotions; thrills, fear, shock, and also need. Matthew put his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. His mouth landed on hers, and his tongue forced its way passed her lips. Involuntarily, she kissed him back, their lips dancing and tongues jousting. She felt Matthew's hand creep up to her bosom, felt him squeezing her breasts, one by one. And most of all, she felt his huge erection pressed against her thigh; his hot, huge, throbbing erection that would soon be splitting her wide open.

Matthew pulled back slightly. "Open your legs, Mom. We have to make sure you are wet enough." Maria complied, raising one knee in the air, her foot flat on the bed. Matthew reached one hand between her legs. "Very nice, Mom. You have a very nice pussy." She felt his hand touch her lips, and a shock like a jolt of electricity went up and down her spine. She felt one of his fingers trace between her lips. "You're a little wet already, you little scamp! But not quite wet enough..."

Matthew's finger traced up and down the slit between her pussy lips. He was gentle, more gentle than she had expected. As his finger traced up and down, she could feel herself opening up, blossoming like a flower, and she could feel her dampness increase. She even began to hear a sloshing sound coming from her crotch.

"Oh, you're good and wet now, Mom. Very nice. Now, roll over onto your back."

Maria rolled over until she was flat on her back. Matthew took both of her knees in his hands and spread them wide. He was kneeling between them. His cock was jutting out from his groin like a missile ready to blast off. Maria stared at it. Her jumble of emotions had boiled down to just two: fear, and need. Her heart was pounding like a jack hammer. But as scared as she was, she needed that giant cock inside of her. 

Matthew leaned forward until he was directly above her, supporting his weight on his knees and one hand. With his other hand, he took his cock and guided it toward Maria's pussy. She felt the flaring purple head sliding up the inside of her thigh. She felt it first touch her pussy lips. She felt it start to poke itself between them. She felt herself starting to be stretched. And then she felt the bulbous cockhead inside of her, burrowing deeper and deeper. She felt the walls of her pussy being stretched and strained, and it was an exquisite pain. Involuntarily, she lifted her feet off the bed, and wrapped her legs around her son's buttocks. She pulled him in closer to her, forcing his cock even deeper into her pussy. His cock grew longer and fatter and filled her all the more.

By now he was all the way in, and she could feel his hips pressing against her. But she wanted him deeper still. She needed him deeper still! She arched her back, forcing her pelvis upward, thrusting up toward him! She bucked in a slow, grinding rhythm, pressing herself against her son's body. Matthew matched her grinding, and rotated his own pelvis, rhythmically stabbing his cock into her, over and over. Neither of them were aware of their grunting and moaning; they were each focused on the physical pleasures running through their bodies.

Maria looked up into her son's face. His eyes were half closed, and his teeth were clenched. He looked like he was lost in concentration, completely focused on one single task: fucking his mother's pussy. She responded in kind, focusing her attention on fucking him back, thrust for thrust, twist for twist, grind for grind. Focusing on fucking her son for all that she was worth.

She felt the stretching, sliding friction of his cock in her pussy. She felt his cock head bottoming out against her cervix. She felt his hot breath on her face. She felt his hips spreading her thighs wide apart. She felt his taut buttocks clenched between her ankles. She wrapped her arms around his torso, and felt her nails dig into his back. But mostly, she felt a warmth, a glow, deep in her guts. It didn't seem to have a single location, and it was growing. It was like a small fire that was spreading through her organs, heating her entire body to a cherry-red glow. And at the very center was a ticking time bomb. Every thrust of her son's cock in her pussy pushed that time bomb one tick closer to its inevitable explosion. She wanted that explosion. She needed that explosion! She clenched tighter with her legs. She ground harder with her pelvis. She dug deeper with her fingernails. Her entire body was on fire. She screwed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. The ticking was coming faster and louder, and the heat was about to burn the flesh off her bones.

And then, the bomb exploded! It was a wave of pleasure that blew outward from her groin, destroying everything in its wake! She felt her body shaking uncontrollably, and visions of unnameable colors dancing before her closed eyes as angels sang in her ears! She swooned, and briefly passed out.

When Maria was overtaken by her orgasm, her pussy clenched and pulsed on Matthew's cock, and pushed him over the edge, too. His body was consumed by his own explosion. He pumped stream after stream of hot sticky cum deep into her pussy, his hips bucking involuntarily, and drool escaping from his mouth to land on her face. When he was spent, he collapsed on top of her.

When Maria came back to consciousness, she felt the weight of Matthew's body on her chest and hips. She also felt an enormous wetness between her legs. She shook his shoulders slightly.

He raised his head and opened his eyes. "Wow, that was awesome, Mom! You are an even better fuck than you are a cocksucker!"

"Don't talk to your mother like that!" But secretly, Maria was proud of her ability to pleasure her son. And at the same time, she was ashamed of that pride. She had committed enough deadly sins already today. "Please get off me, Matthew. My hips are getting sore."

Matthew rolled to the side. His cock, now soft, pulled out from between her pussy lips with a small "pop," and hung limply down toward the bed. He looked down at it and grinned. "I guess I'm ready for Mass now, Mom."

Maria looked at the bedside alarm clock. "We'll never make 11 o'clock Mass. We'll have to go to Noon Mass." She got up and retrieved her clothes from the floor. "Better start getting ready, young man."

Two hours later, Maria and Matthew were sitting in their usual pew at 12 o'clock Mass. Matthew was focused on the proceedings; praying, singing, reading the scriptures along with the congregation. Maria was happy that she had saved his soul for one more week, but wondered at what cost. She had finally taken the ultimate step and had actual, undeniable sex with her own son. There could be no more equivocating about what is and isn't sex; fucking was definitely sex. Her soul was certainly lost.

But it was worse than that. She hadn't had sex in a long, long time, and had pretty much forgotten about how pleasurable it could be. And she had been perfectly happy with that situation. Now, she was afraid that her lust had been reawakened. She hoped that it wouldn't control her, like it did her son. One of them had to be strong. One of them had to stay in control. And it would have to be her.

**************

Once again, Maria found herself unable to sleep at night. This new, undeniably sexual relationship with Matthew was weighing on her conscience, and furthermore, now she was worried about being able to rein in her own lust. She almost felt like going to his room right now, and fucking him senseless! She needed help. As much as she dreaded it, she would have to go back to confession tomorrow. She was certain that Father Flanagan would give her a hard time, but she needed help.

The next afternoon, Maria sat in her car outside the church. She watched people going in for confession, and counted them carefully. She also counted them as they left. She didn't want to go in until she was sure that everyone else was finished and gone. She was afraid that it might turn into a fiasco like last time, and didn't want to have anyone around to overhear.

She especially watched the young men going into the church. That one looked strong and well built, she thought. She wondered what his cock looked like, and if it would fit in her mouth. And another one, tall and lanky. She wondered if he could fuck her as well as her son had. And a third young man; she pictured him naked, looming over her, ready to fuck her pussy raw. She realized with a start that she had one hand under her skirt, inside her panties! Her pussy was already wet, and her fingertip felt so good flicking across her clit. She closed her eyes and forgot about the young men in the parking lot. She thought about Matthew's cock impaling her, stabbing her, loving her. She thought about his drool falling on her face, and his chest pressing against her breasts. She felt her arousal growing, and her pussy getting wetter and wetter as she flicked...

No! What was wrong with her? She was in the church parking lot, about to go to confession! She pulled her hand out of her groin with a concerted effort and waited for her arousal to die down. Her panties were sopping wet. She hunched her hips up off the seat and wiggled them down her legs, past her feet. She stuffed them in the glove box and went back to watching and counting the churchgoers entering the door where the confessional was located. She forced her arousal to the back of her mind, and did her best to keep it at bay.

Finally the stream of penitent parishioners slowed to a trickle, and then stopped. All who had entered had left. She knew that Father Flanagan was alone in the confessional booth, wondering if he was done for the day or if he should wait for any late arrivals. She couldn't afford to wait too long, or he would leave. She made up her mind, got out of the car, smoothed her skirt, and walked toward the door.

Maria entered the ornately carved confessional and knelt down on the kneeler. She put her elbows on the ledge and folded her hands in prayer. She did her best to keep her sexual need buried deep in the back of her mind.

The screen slid open. "Bless me Father, for I have sinned."

"What are your sins, Child?"

"Well, a couple days ago I put a recyclable bottle in the regular trash. And yesterday I had sexual intercourse with my son. And last week, I bounced a check at the grocery store, but that was an accident, so it isn't really a sin, is it?"

"Wait a minute - what was that middle one?"

"I couldn't get him off, Father! I couldn't get him off anymore with my hands, or even with my mouth. So I spread my legs and let him fuck me! I had to get his erection to go down so he could go to mass. Oh Father, help me! I know it's a sin but I don't know what to do!" Maria buried her face in her hands and sobbed uncontrollably.

Father Flanagan's eyebrows shot up. And so did his cock! The thought of Maria's middle-aged body, soft and pliant, pounded and pummeled by her eighteen year old son's thrusting cock, got him aroused immediately. He needed to hear more.

"Tell me everything, Maria." He tried to keep his voice normal, through his arousal.

Maria thought she detected a strange note in his voice. She had an idea. "Oh, Father. I can't say it out loud. Let me whisper it in your ear."

"Umm... okay. Just a second." He got up, stepped out of the middle compartment, and opened the door to Maria's compartment. He took her by the hand and brought her back to the center booth.

"I'm sorry, Maria, there's only one seat in here."

"That's alright, Father. I'll sit on your lap." Maria positioned herself on the Father's knees, facing him, with her legs on either side of his waist. She threw her arms around his neck, and sobbed into his shoulder. His heart was pounding. He couldn't believe he was letting this happen, but he couldn't bring himself to stop it, either.

"There, there, Maria. It will be all right. Just tell me what happened." He wondered if she could feel his erection through the flimsy fabric of his cassock.

"I went into his room, to give him his usual Sunday blowjob, so that he could go to Mass," she said, between sobs. "But it wasn't working. He couldn't cum that way anymore. He needed more stimulation."

The Father's erection grew another notch longer and harder. "Go on," he said, with a gulp.

"He told me to lie on my back. He spread my knees apart. He felt my pussy to see if it was wet enough." She reached beneath herself, and felt her own wetness. "He stroked me with his finger, to get me wetter." She stroked herself, remembered how good it had felt. "Then he leaned over me, so close that I could feel his breath. Just like I can feel yours now." Maria stared deep into the priest's eyes, and he could feel her breath on his face. "Then he took his cock in his hand, and guided it toward my sopping wet pussy. Just like this..."

Maria reached into the priest's cassock. She was not surprised to find him hard as a rock already. She wrapped her soft smooth hand around his shaft, eliciting a gasp. She gave his cock a few slow, tender strokes.

"He stroked himself, just like this, Father, to make sure he was as hard as possible. His cock was huge. It looked like a weapon. I had no idea what it would feel like inside me. I was scared to death." She continued to stroke the priest, who began to moan and whimper at the same time.

Father Flanagan gulped. "And then what?"

"And then he came closer to me." She inched her way closer to the priest, shimmying her butt forward on his thighs until her crotch was within range of his rigid member. "And then he put it inside me..."

Maria rose suddenly, angled the Father's cock upward, and impaled herself on it. They both let out gasps of pleasure simultaneously; Maria at the sensation of having her second cock in almost eighteen years; the Father at his first feeling of pussy in nearly as long as he could remember.

Father Flanagan began thrusting his hips instinctively. Some things you never forget. The feeling of warm, sweet, wet pussy engulfing his shaft brought back a flood of memories; he remembered his dearly departed wife, and all the crazy freaky sex they used to have. The lust center of his brain came back from long dormancy, and his thrusting became stronger, faster, and more urgent.

Maria bounced up and down on the Father's frantic cock; it felt marvelous inside her. It wasn't as long or as thick as her son's, but it had a wonderful curve that reached up to her G-spot and gave her feelings she'd never felt before in her life. And his well-timed thrusts and gyrations were much more intense that her son's inexperienced jabbing and stabbing. Clearly he was a man who knew how to fuck a woman well. She wrapped both arms around his neck again and hung on for dear life as she bounced and wriggled and met his thrusts.




You Have To Go To Mass! Ch. 03



"And then, ugh!.. and then what happened, Maria?" Part of the Father's brain tried desperately to cling to the illusion that he was still hearing her confession.

"And then... oohhh!... and then... and then... Oh, just fuck me!!" She bounced harder and faster. The Father grabbed her ass by both cheeks and helped her bounce, all the while thrusting and gyrating his hips, his curved cock caressing all the interior surfaces of her needful pussy.

"His cock... kept fucking... my pussy... " Maria's bouncing was ever more urgent. "It was... splitting me... wide open..." She felt the familiar glow of sexual heat begin to expand behind her pelvis, the imminent explosion of orgasm that would not be long denied.

"Yes... yes, go on!" The Father could feel her breasts pressing into his chest and her ass cheeks in his fists; his cock felt like it was on fire as it slid in and out of her. The warm slickness, the wet slimy friction, the sweet loving grip on his member had his head swimming with lust and desire and sexual need for release.

"And then... and then... Oh my God!!" Maria's arms clenched around his neck in a death grip as her pussy clenched his cock, and her body wracked with a thunderous orgasm. She gyrated and shook like an earthquake. Her pussy released a tidal wave of fluids, which washed over the priest's cock like a tsunami. This final sensation of pure carnality pushed him over the edge; he felt his balls tighten as he released a torrent of his own juices deep inside her body.

Maria started to sob again, her face buried in his neck. The Father slowly recovered from his climax, his breathing and heart rate gradually returning to normal. His lust sated, he began to realize what he had just done, and started to feel a sense of panic. Dear Lord in heaven, what had he just done!? He was sitting in a confessional, with a woman on his lap, her breasts in his face, and his withering cock still buried deep in her vagina! He felt as if he were watching a movie, as if it were someone else. This couldn't be real. It just couldn't.

Maria raised her head. "Father? Father? Are you all right?"

"Yes, child. I'm fine," he said vacantly, feeling as if he were a thousand miles away. "Say six Hail Marys and nine Our Fathers."

"Really? Will that be enough?"

"No. Nothing will be enough. Nothing will ever be enough. Now go, and sin no more." 

Maria carefully extracted herself from the priest's lap. She felt his softened cock slide out of her pussy; felt the gushing of mingled fluids run down her leg. She looked closely at Father Flanagan. He didn't look well. "Are you sure you're all right, Father?"

"Please, just go."

Smoothing her skirt, Maria left the confessional. There was nobody else in the church; that was a relief. She walked out toward her car in the lot.

Father Flanagan listened to her heels clicking across the tile floor of the church. He was still stunned. He felt like he was in a trance, like he was somebody else. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He looked around at the carved wooden walls of the compartment. He looked up at the crucifix hanging over the grille. He didn't belong here. He didn't deserve to be here. He was unworthy. He got up, rearranged his vestments, and left the church.

A half hour later, the Father was settling himself on a bar stool at the Double Deuces, a seedy bar not far from the church. "What'll it be, Padre?" asked the bartender.

"A shot of Jameson's. No, make it a double. No, make it two doubles."

"I hope you're sharing those with someone, Padre."

"Just the Lord."

"Well, then I hope He's the one driving," said the bartender, setting down two glasses.

Father Flanagan downed one glass at a gulp. The fiery liquid burned his throat. Better get used to that burning sensation, he thought to himself. You'll get plenty of that in Hell. He stared at the second glass. Better sip this one, he thought. But screw it. He gulped it down, and slammed the empty glass on the bar. The bartender looked up. "Refill, please."

An hour later, the Father was numb enough to start thinking again. He couldn't go back to the church. He had no right to show his face there. He had no right to call himself a priest. He thought about someone he hadn't seen in a long time. He carefully got up from his bar stool and staggered toward the payphone on the back wall. He dropped in a quarter and dialed a number.

A woman's voice answered. "Hello?"

"I need a place to stay tonight. Are you alone? Can I come over?"

"Sure," said the woman. "Bring a bottle."

The Father hung up the phone. He turned toward the bartender. "Do you have a bottle to go?"

"Sure, Padre. You want me to call you a cab?"

"No thanks. The bus is good enough for someone like me."

The bartender shook his head as he watched the priest stagger out the door into the night.



You Have To Go To Mass! Ch. 04



Father Flanagan slowly woke up as the morning light crept through the bedroom window. His head hurt. He looked around. That's not my dresser, he thought. And this isn't my bed. Where am I?

Turning, he saw a woman lying next to him, on her side, facing away from him. She was naked, and had long blonde hair. She looked a lot like his late wife. Then he remembered.

The woman turned toward him. "Daddy!" she said. "You're awake! Good. I thought you'd be out all day."

"Hi, Sweetie." He looked under the sheet. He was naked, too. "Did we... ummm...?"

"No, Daddy, we didn't *ummm*," she said with a smile. "We tried to, several times. But you were too drunk to get it up." She cocked her head. "But you look sober now. Want to try again?"

"No!" Then he blushed. "I'm sorry, Shannon, darling, I shouldn't have come here."

"Why did you come?"

"I couldn't go back to the church or the rectory. I've shamed myself. I've dishonored my vows."

"What did you do?"

"I... I can barely say it. I... had sex. With a parishioner."

"A woman?"

"Yes, a woman! What a question."

"You're only human. Is that so bad?"

"It was right in the confessional! I was supposed to be her shepherd, her guide through her spiritual life. Not take advantage of her."

"Oh, Daddy, I'm sure she wanted it as badly as you did. How long had it been? Since you've had sex, I mean."

"Since your mother died, twenty years ago. I entered the seminary the day after her funeral, after dropping you off with your aunt and uncle. And I never once cheated. Until now."

"Wow, twenty years without sex. I can't even imagine. Maybe it's just not your destiny to be a priest."

"I'm beginning to think so."

"You and Momma really loved each other, didn't you?"

"Yes, very much."

"And you had a great sex life, from what I hear."

He looked up, startled. "Where did you hear that?"

"From Uncle Danny and Aunt Katherine. They said you two were legendary."

Father Flanagan blushed crimson. "It's true. Your mother was a total freak in the sack. When she died, I knew I'd never find someone like that again."

Shannon inched closer to her father, and put her arms around his neck. "I can be a total freak in the sack too, Daddy."

"Shannon! That's disgusting."

"Is it? I know someone who disagrees with you." She reached down to the tent in the sheet, and grabbed his growing erection through the fabric. "Aunt Katherine says I'm the spitting image of Momma. Am I?"

Father Flanagan looked at her face, as if for the first time. He'd never noticed it before. "My God, you are! You have her face, her figure, you even have your hair in the same style." Tears welled up in his eyes.

"You miss her very much."

"Every day of my life." He began to sob. His eyes were closed, and his voice was distant, almost as if he were in a trance. He was thinking about his dead wife, and his transgression in the confessional. He wasn't even sure who he was anymore. 

Shannon hugged him tightly. She had an idea. She leaned in close, her lips to his ear. She lowered her voice, hoping to sound older and sultry.

"It's okay, Frank," she said, trying to sound like videos she'd seen of her mother. "I'm here for you."

"Bridget!" sobbed Frank. "How I've missed you!"

"Kiss me, Frank! Kiss me like you've never kissed me before!" Frank lifted his head, and hesitated only an instant. Then their lips met in a savage, passionate dance. His hands went to the sides of her head as he held her face to his. Her tongue invaded his mouth, probing, exploring. He kissed back as hard as he could.

"Oh, Bridget," he gasped, between slurps. "I need you so badly. Where have you been?"

"I'm here now, Frank, and I'm all yours. I always have been. Lay back." She pushed him down on the bed on his back, yanking the sheet away and tossing it to the floor. She bent down and kissed his chest. She licked his nipples, one by one, and nibbled lightly on them. Frank moaned. She ran her fingers through his chest hair, slowly sliding them down toward his abdomen. Frank groaned. She kissed her way down lower, and probed her tongue into his navel. By now her hand had reached his groin, and she wrapped it around his cock. Frank gasped at the cool touch.

"You like that, don't you Frank?"

"You know I do!"

"You'll like this too." She moved down on the bed, got between his legs. She kept one hand on the shaft of his cock, and slowly jacked it up and down. With her other hand, she cradled his nutsack, gently rolling his balls back and forth in her palm. Frank gurgled in his throat and shuddered with pleasure. She stroked and rolled for several minutes, watching Frank roll his eyes back in his head.

Shannon then took her hand off his cock, and lowered her face toward him. Her long blonde hair cascaded across his abdomen. She slowly licked the head of his cock, all around the rim. Then she licked up and down the shaft, first the underside, then the left and right sides. Then she wrapped her lips around the head and applied gentle suction. Frank gasped and shuddered again. She flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth on the sensitive triangle below his cock head. Frank was in heaven.

She swallowed a few times, then pushed her head down, down, down the length of Frank's cock. Shannon was a skilled cocksucker, and she wanted her father to have every benefit of her talents. She deep throated him down to his pubic hairs, and massaged his cock head with her tonsils. She hummed a little tune to add to the stimulation. Frank squirmed and writhed in pleasure.

Shannon removed her mouth from her father's cock just long enough to moisten her middle finger, and then inhaled him deep into her throat again. She slid her finger under his scrotum, past his cheeks, reaching back to his butt hole. She slowly wiggled it in, all the while sucking and slurping on his cock and massaging his balls and humming at the same time. Frank started moaning louder and louder, and his hips began to thrust involuntarily. Shannon knew he wouldn't last much longer. She bobbed her head up and down, faster and faster, increasing her suction. Frank arched his back, shouted, and began spurting his load into her mouth. Spurt after spurt! It just kept coming! Shannon was an expert at swallowing cum, but there was far too much, and a lot of it leaked out and ran down his shaft into a pearly white puddle in his pubic hair.

Frank shuddered in pleasure for a few minutes, his eyes tightly shut and his fists clenched, riding the wave. But as he began to recover, he said, "Bridget - don't waste it!"

Shannon wasn't sure what he meant by that, but she had a good guess. She continued sucking on his cock to make sure she had a mouth full of cum. Then she climbed up on top of him, crawling up toward his face. 

"Open up, Frank." He opened his mouth, and she drooled the mouthful of cum onto his tongue.

"Mmmm. Kiss me, baby." She lowered her head and their mouths met. They kissed, sloppily and noisily, shoveling the slimy ball of jism back and forth several times. Finally, Shannon swallowed it down.

"All gone, Frank baby," she said.

"Don't worry, Bridget. I've got plenty more."

"I hope so!"

But Frank had drifted off to sleep, with a huge smile on his face. Shannon watched him. His breathing was relaxed, his face was peaceful. His semi-erect cock was bobbing in time with his pulse. She had made him feel good, physically and emotionally.

That made Shannon happy. She had been wanting to seduce her father for a long time. Shannon had inherited her mother's penchant for crazy, freaky sex, and had tried just about everything she could think of, with many lovers, in many locations. She had almost run out of kinks to try. She had been wanting to fuck Frank not only for the taboo of the incest, but also for the taboo of him being a priest. Not to mention that he was also a very handsome man, and allegedly an excellent lover.

Shannon watched her father sleep for a while, then got up to fix herself a cup of coffee. When she came back to bed, he was still asleep, but she was horny. She hadn't had an orgasm yet. She sat next to him on the bed, and slowly traced a fingernail up and down his chest. She tickled his nipples. She planted little kisses on the tip of his penis. She whispered naughty words in his ear. Eventually, he began to stir.

"Wake up, sleepy-head!"

"I'm awake. But I was having a very vivid dream."

"Was it a dream about getting a blowjob from Momma?"

"No, you little scamp. I knew that was you."

"Really? You don't have a problem with getting blown by your own daughter?"

"No, not really. I mean, I did, at first, but I think I'm changing my mind. I've been thinking a lot about incest lately. I'm beginning to think it has its advantages."

"What was your dream about?"

"A very special lady. I think... I think I'm falling in love with her."

"Me?"

"No, silly. I've always loved you."

"Then show me. How long has it been since you've eaten pussy? And more importantly, do you still remember how?"

Frank smiled at her. "I'm sure it's like riding a bicycle," he said. "You never forget."

"Prove it." Shannon threw one knee over his chest so that she was kneeling over him. Then she knee-walked up toward his face. 

Frank watched his daughter's pussy coming toward him. He could smell it; a strong, heady scent that made his head spin as long-forgotten memories came flooding back. Her pussy looked just like Bridget's had looked: plump outer lips, a slight mound of flesh above, and a trim triangle of short curly blonde hair. He grabbed her thighs in his hands and pulled her close.

He stuck out his tongue and lightly, tenderly licked the very bottom of her crack. Shannon gasped slightly. He flicked his tongue back and forth at the bottom of her pussy, ever so gently. Then he gradually worked his tongue upward, up the length of her slit, all the while still flicking it back and forth. Shannon moaned. When he got close to the top, though, he suddenly popped back down to the bottom and started all over again. Just like the itsy-bitsy spider, he climbed up the length of her pussy slit over and over. On each cycle, Shannon's moans became a little bit louder, a little bit more urgent.

Before long, Shannon's lips started to part, to blossom, to open to her father's ministrations. They became dewy and wet, and her clit started to poke its head out into the open. Frank pushed his tongue deeper into the slit between her lips, but continued his repeated upward climbs. Finally, when Shannon's moans began to betray a note of frustration, he let his tongue climb all the way to her clit, and gave it a short, sharp flick. She jumped and gasped.

Frank smiled. It was like riding a bike, he thought! Rather than tease her some more, he continued to bathe her clit with his tongue, back and forth, up and down, round and round. He remembered an old trick – the alphabet. He traced out letters on her clit with his tongue. Shannon couldn't tell, but he was spelling out I LOVE YOU MARIA with his flicking, licking tongue. Shannon was squirming and gasping. Frank took one hand off her thigh and extended his middle finger. Palm forward, he slid his finger up into her sopping wet pussy. She cried out at the touch. He reached in as far as he could, and made a beckoning motion on the front wall of her vagina. Shannon thrashed her head back and forth and whooped in pleasure. Frank pressed and beckoned on her swollen G-spot, and paid careful attention to her increasing cries of pleasure. When he judged her to be near the apex of her arousal, he bit down hard on her clit.

That was the end; Shannon shouted at the top of her lungs, flailed her arms in the air, and released a flood of juices all over Frank's mouth. Frank kept beckoning and biting for as long as he could as she bucked and writhed on his face. Eventually he had to stop and just hold on for dear life as she continued to gyrate and shudder.

After a few eternal moments, Shannon's orgasm subsided. She opened her eyes, brushed the hair out of her face, and looked down at him. "Daddy, you are a great pussy eater, aren't you?"

"Your mother taught me well," he said.

Shannon shimmied herself down the length of Frank's body and laid herself down on his chest. He caressed her back and her buttocks as she rested. Her crotch was just above his, and he could feel the wetness of her pussy on his cock. He could feel her breath on his neck. He stroked her hair.

"Are you happy, darling?" he asked.

"Very happy. But not satisfied. I won't be satisfied until I've fucked you."

Frank felt his cock twitch. "I'm ready any time you are."

Shannon rocked up onto her haunches. She was crouched above his thighs. She reached down to his cock. With just a few strokes of her hand, it was at full attention. "I want to ride you cowgirl style," she announced. And with that, she took a small step forward, lifted herself slightly, and impaled herself on his rigid pole.

"Oh, yessss...." said Frank, feeling the warm, snug wetness of her pussy engulfing his cock down to the root. He raised his hands toward her, palms out. She reached out as well, and took his hands, their fingers interlaced. Together, they began rocking back and forth. Frank thrust his hips up, over and over, penetrating into her body as deeply as he could. Shannon rotated and gyrated her own hips, massaging his cock with the soft inner walls of her vagina. She ground her clit against his pubic bone to maximize her own pleasure. They fell into a sweet smooth rhythm, each one anticipating the other's moves, as if they had been lovers for a lifetime.

Frank felt the pleasure in his cock spreading out to encompass his entire body; a warm, safe, happy glow of peace and contentment. He knew that he was on the right path, that his life was getting better by the moment. He knew that he had been wrong to turn away from love, to hide himself away from the loss of his dearly departed wife all those years ago. He knew that he was destined for physical bliss, shared with the ones he loved the most. As the churning sensation in his balls increased, as the heat in his loins expanded, his certainty of the new direction in his life grew in direct proportion. He knew exactly what he had to do. He looked up into his daughter's beautiful face, set in concentration as she rubbed, bounced, and ground herself on his loving cock. She was so beautiful, just like Bridget had been. He planned to fuck her for hours and hours....

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Maria knocked on Matthew's bedroom door.

"C'mon in!"

She pushed open the door. Matthew was on his bed, wearing only a pair of gym shorts. He was reading a textbook. "What is it, Mom?"

"Are you horny? Do you need your cock drained?"

"It's only Tuesday, Mom. I don't need to go to Mass today. Or is it a Holy Day?"

"No, nothing like that. It's just..." Maria had trouble saying it. She stared at the floor for a moment. "It's just that I'm horny." She raised her head, looked him in the eye. "I... I need your cock inside me." There, she said it. "If that's okay with you, of course."

"Hell, yes, Mom! Once a week isn't enough sex for me, either!" He quickly stood up and slid his gym shorts down to the floor. His cock was already stiffening.

Maria broke into a broad grin. "Oh, thank heavens!" she said. "I thought maybe it was just me." She started shedding her clothes. "Let me suck your cock a little before you put it inside me."

When she was naked, she sat on the edge of the bed. Matthew looked at her slightly drooping breasts, and the wrinkles around her waist. She is so beautiful, he thought. He walked up to her. His rigid cock was at the same level as her mouth. She grabbed it in one hand, and guided it to her lips. Soon she was sucking and slurping like a champ. Matthew closed his eyes and reveled in the feelings, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.

After a few minutes, Maria pulled the rock-hard shaft out of her mouth. It was wet and glistening and ready for action. She shimmied backwards on the bed. "I need you inside me, Matthew," she said, as she rolled onto her back and spread her legs.

"Yes, Mom. But let's try something a little different. Get on your hands and knees."

Maria quickly scrambled onto all fours. Matthew got behind her, on his knees. He held his cock in his hand. He placed it between her legs, and began rubbing it up and down the length of her pussy lips.

"Oh, Matthew, that's so good!" purred Maria. "Put it in. Put it in!"

"Soon enough, Mom." He continued to rub his cock head up and down, up and down. Maria squirmed, both in pleasure, and in frustration. She wanted him inside her! She rotated and angled her pelvis, trying to capture his cock head with her pussy.

"Okay, okay!" laughed Matthew. "You really need it, don't you? My mother the cock slut! Well here it comes." He placed the tip of his cock directly in the middle of her lips, and pressed it home.

"Ahhhh..." said Maria, as the rigid tube of man-meat forced its way past her lips and penetrated into her pussy. As Matthew thrust into her repeatedly, she thrust back, trying to take him as deeply as possible.

Matthew reached around her hips, and started playing with her clit. Maria gasped at the additional sensation, and pounded backwards onto his cock all the harder. She could hear his hips slapping at her butt cheeks on each thrust, could feel his balls banging on her thighs. She felt the familiar heat beginning to rise in her loins as his cock massaged the inner walls of her pussy. Oh, how had she lived without this for so long, she wondered?

Matthew stared at his mother's beautiful ass as he continued to pound her pussy from behind. He loved the shape of her middle-aged body, the softness, the tenderness, the way it fit him so well. He could see her breasts hanging from her chest, swinging back and forth. He kept one hand on her clit, and reached for one of her breasts with the other one, squeezing it hard. 

Maria loved it, and moaned all the louder. The fire in her loins was getting more intense, was spreading out to encompass more and more of her body. She grabbed her other breast, pinched her nipple tightly. The heat inside her increased another notch.

Matthew noticed his mother's tight little butthole staring up at him. He had an idea. He released his grip on her boob, and brought his thumb to his mouth, moistening it. Then he pressed it gently against her tight pink rosebud. Maria was startled, and sucked in her breath.

"You like that?" he asked. Maria just grunted, and thrust back all the harder. Matthew drooled a strand of saliva down onto her hole, and worked his thumb in a bit deeper. Maria wiggled and thrust harder still. Matthew continued to penetrate with his thumb, until it was all the way in. Maria was going crazy. Then he stopped thrusting, and stood rock-still on his knees.

"What's the matter? Why did you stop?"

"You'll see." He slowly pulled his cock out of her pussy. It was slick with her juices and his pre-cum. He pulled his thumb out of her ass, and put his cock head at the puckered opening. He drooled another long strand of saliva, just in case. He started to press.

"No, you're too big!" moaned Maria, panic overtaking her. "No, Matthew!" She was overcome with fear at the thought of his giant cock ripping her apart. But she was also filled with a thrilling sense of exhilaration, of new sensations, of new pleasures. She had taken many leaps of faith in the last few weeks, and they had all worked out eventually. She decided to accept this one as well. It might well kill her, she thought, but she had lived safely for far too long. She gritted her teeth, and pushed back against his cock with all her might.

It was very tight, but Matthew persevered. He pushed, and wiggled, little by little, inching his cock slowly into his mother's anus. Maria gritted her teeth and endured the pain, pushing back with all her strength and all her determination. She could feel the giant cock slowly invading her, stretching her, punishing her. The fire in her loins was fanned to ever great depths and heights; despite the pain, her body was loving it. Back, back, back she pushed, grunting and groaning.




You Have To Go To Mass! Ch. 04



And then, he was in! All the way in! Maria felt his hips against her buttocks. And he resumed his slamming, thrusting assault. Only now, Maria felt twice as full, twice as stretched, twice as stimulated as before. She felt as if a fencepost was inside her, stretching her to the limit, and beyond! She was sure that she would explode; that this was her last day on Earth. But she didn't care; the fire was burning hotter and faster than ever, burning away all thoughts of fear and pain, and leaving only intense pleasure in its wake. She gritted her teeth and continued to slam back as hard as she could.

Matthew had never felt anything as tight as his mother's asshole on his cock before. Even his own fist had never been this tight. It was like a death grip of love, strangling him and exhilarating him at the same time; squeezing the life out of him while bringing new and unknown pleasures. He worked his hips faster and faster, harder and harder. He stared in fascination as his mother's buttocks rippled in time with his thrusts. He felt his heart pounding like never before, and heard the blood ringing in his ears. Sweat broke out on his brow as he kept up his lust-crazed assault on his mother's ass. His skin tingled everywhere. And his imminent orgasm was like a mighty river pounding on a dam, destined to break through at any moment.

Maria thought she was on another planet. She felt like she was on a spit, roasting over a fire, only it was the greatest, most pleasurable fire in the world. Maybe this is what hell is like, a small part of her mind wondered. If so, bring it on! She had no awareness of the bed, of the room around her, of her own identity. All she knew was the fencepost impaling her body, and the heat that was burning her very soul with pleasure. The universe rotated around her for a brief eternity, and then finally fell out from under her as she swooned in the most intense orgasm she could have imagined.

Matthew watched as his mother threw back her head and cried out in intense pleasure. Her anus clenched on his cock even harder than before, and her colon convulsed in a rippling, peristaltic action. The dam broke, and his orgasm escaped, ripping through his body and tearing his consciousness apart. Spots danced before his eyes and the room spun crazily as his hips bucked involuntarily, and his cock spat jolt after jolt of cum deep into his mother's ass. He tried to put a hand out to steady himself, but there was nothing to grab. They both fell to the bed, barely conscious, both twitching in wave after wave of residual pleasure.

Matthew woke up first. He rolled off of his mother, lay on his side watching her. She was so beautiful. When she opened one eye, he smiled. She opened the other eye and smiled back.

"I love you, Mom."

"I love you to, Matthew."

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Later that afternoon, Matthew was in his room studying and Maria was tidying up the living room. The doorbell rang. "I wonder who that could be?" Maria muttered to herself.

She swung the front door open to see Father Flanagan standing on the porch, along with a very pretty young blonde woman.

"Why, Father Flanagan! So nice to see you. What are you doing here?"

Frank shuffled his feet and looked at the ground. He had his hat in his hand. "It's just Frank now, Maria, not Father Flanagan anymore." he said. "I've resigned my Holy Orders and left the priesthood. May I come in?"

"Of course! And who is this lovely creature?"

Frank and Shannon stepped into Maria's living room. "This is my daughter, Shannon."

"Nice to meet you, Shannon. Fath... err, Frank, what can I do for you?"

"Maria, you've opened my eyes, and rekindled a part of my life that I thought was long dead. You made me feel things that I never thought I'd feel again. I'd like to marry you, Maria. I'd love to marry you and love you and be with you for the rest of my life. If you'll have me, that is."

Maria's eyebrows shot up. This was unexpected! But she had been feeling things long forgotten as well. Mostly due to Matthew, but also due to the good Father. And she knew she couldn't expect to keep fucking Matthew forever; he'd eventually find a girl his own age and move away. Plus, Frank had a great cock with a very nice curve to it. "I think I'd like that," she said. "I've been alone for far too long, too. Yes, Frank; I'd love to marry you."

Matthew came out of his room, wearing a pair of gym shorts. He was shirtless. Shannon eyed him from across the room. She sidled up to him and put her hand on his arm.

"And who might you be?" she cooed coyly.

"I'm Matthew."

Shannon looked him up and down, her gaze lingering on his broad, muscular chest, and the bulge in his gym shorts. "Why don't you show me your room? I'll bet you've got a nice X-Box or something we can play with."

"No, not really," said Matthew, his bulge slowly growing.

"All the better!" she said, her eyes twinkling.

Maria took Frank by the arm, too. "Would you like to see my room, Frank?"

"Very much!"

Just before Matthew and Shannon got to the door to his room, Matthew stopped. "Wait a minute, Mom. I still get to fuck you too, right?"

Maria looked back. "Well, of course, dear. That is, if it's alright with Frank."

"Oh, absolutely," said Frank. "I have a feeling we are going to be one big happy family from now on!" He winked at Shannon, who winked back.

"But Matthew," added Maria. "You STILL have to go to Mass on Sunday!"