Curt Aldrich - Deep Crotch Mother

“No. I sent her to the store for ice cream. She won’t be back for ten minutes.”

“That doesn’t… give us much time!” Thaddeus said between sucks.

“Well, listen… if you promise we can do it later, when Len’s here… “ the woman said, a hoarseness creeping into her voice, “I’ll let you go now. Stay and have dinner with us. I’ll put Cindy to bed early.”

Thad looked up at her flushed, excited face. “Mae, you surprise me!”

“Well, you said it was all right for us to do it. You said it was the Lord’s will for me to have that experience and it would make my marriage stronger. And it has! Sex has been so good with Len and me lately that he asked me how come I changed, and I had to tell him, being an honest, God-fearing woman. You know I never lie.”

“Yes, Mae, but… “

“Len said he sure wished he could watch, and I want him to!”

“Are you sure he meant it?”

“Yes! Oooh, you should have seen his cock quiver when we talked about it.” She giggled. “Just like yours is quivering now.”

“Well, put your tits away, and it will stop.”

“You know,” she remarked, tucking in first one titty, then the other, “that kind of talk used to make me ashamed, whenever I heard it. But it don’t any more. Why, shoot, I even say things like fuck and titties and cock myself-and I know it’s not wrong, because you said the Lord loves honesty. Right?” She zipped up her dress.

“That’s right, Mae.”

“And you ought to see how Len acts when I talk to him that way in bed.” She smiled happily. “It really turns him on!”

She exuberantly jumped up, and the large, shapely mounds in her dress-front quivered. “Like me without a bra?” she asked, noting the direction of Thad’s gaze. “I’ve quit wearing ‘em.”

“Looks like you’re liberated,” he said with some misgivings.

He was half-afraid that, after he left, she might go all the way and start peddling her cunt around town. That wouldn’t be good for the church.

“Well, the Lord wants us to be liberated, don’t He?” Mae earnestly asked. “That’s what you always told me.”

“It’s true. But He wants us to do His work, also. You and Len are going to have a special chance to do that. We’ll discuss it later. Don’t you think you’d better check on dinner?”

“Oh.” She turned to the stove. “I guess I had.”

Thad got up, his penis having relaxed. He wasn’t sure he was going to enjoy what Mae had in mind for the evening. And, despite what she had said, he wasn’t sure Len would like it, either.

Watching another man fuck his wife?

That was strong stuff.

Thad thought of an alternative. What if he just sort of worked Mae up, got her corpuscles perking and her cunt all wet, then turned her over to her husband? That might be the best way to handle the situation. There were a half dozen places where Thad could go in town to get his own gun off, without risking the future of the congregation by involving the minister-to-be and his wife in a game of menage a trois.

Still, the prospect tickled Thad in a lascivious way, and he reserved a decision until after Len came home. He would verbally feel Len out, he decided, before committing himself.

The assistant pastor was of medium height, chunky, and wore glasses. He had a ready smile and a friendly manner. He grinned warmly when he saw Thaddeus sitting in the kitchen, watching Mae cook.

“Well, hello, Thad!” he said. “It’s good to see you. Will you stay and have dinner with us?”

“I already invited him, darling,” Mae said as Len came up behind her and gave her a kiss on the neck.

“And I accepted with thanks,” Thad put in. “Mae’s the best cook in town.”

“Well, maybe not tonight,” she said, and glanced at the pastor. “I seem to have neglected the dinner a bit.”

Thad averted his eyes and changed the subject, explaining to Len and his wife that he was getting ready to leave town. Len was impressed by the pastor’s offer to turn over the congregation to him, and he accepted with enthusiasm.

The discussion continued over dinner, with Mae saying little. Mostly she was watching Thad. He noticed that she squirmed from time to time on her chair, as if her ass were hot.

Little Cindy was bored by the dinner table conversation and seemed willing to go to bed early, though it wasn’t yet dark. She kissed her daddy and mommy in turn, said good night to the pastor, and trotted upstairs.

“Beautiful child,” Thaddeus said. “You have a fine family, Len.”

“Yes, I know that!” he replied, and glanced fondly at his wife.

She blushed a bit and looked down.

It was beginning to look to Thad as if there would be nothing doing. That was just as well, he judged, though there was a pang of disappointment.

“Dear… “ Mae said as she walked toward the living room, her husband’s arm around her, “I discussed with Thad that matter we talked about before.”

Thad tensed.

Len didn’t withdraw his arm from his wife’s waist. “Wh-what matter was that?”

“You know. We talked about it in bed.”

At that point, he drew his arm back and turned uncertainly to glance at Thad, without seeming angry.

Thad gave him a half-apologetic smile and shrugged, as if to say, It wasn’t my doing.

Len, however, was interested. “Do you want to?” he asked.

“Well… “ Thad cleared his throat and glanced at Len’s blonde wife.

“Let’s!” she said firmly.

Thad had to congratulate himself on drawing Mae out of the psychological shell in which she had lived before he got to know her.

“Is it all right?” Len asked the parson earnestly. “I mean, in the eyes of God?”

Thad felt like squirming. But he didn’t. Lust was in the saddle by that time. “Yes, it’s all right,” he declared, “so long as each of us maintains the proper attitude toward what is happening. The Lord wants us to broaden and fulfill ourselves in all ways. This will be an experience-a quest for understanding. Adultery is committed in the heart and not with the body-the Bible makes that clear-therefore as long as our hearts are pure… ”

“Oooooh, Thad!” Mae exclaimed, and rushed to him, pressing her warm softness against his tall, lean form.

He grasped her by the arms and shoved her backward. “Mae!” he cautioned, glancing quickly at her husband. “You must be entirely detached in a spiritual sense, as I will be and as Len must be, also. That is the only basis on which we can continue.”

“Yes… yes… I understand!” the woman said anxiously.

“And you, Len?” Thad asked.

“Yeah.” He had tensed up, and he nervously nodded his head.

“Then we may proceed,” Thad declared, inwardly gloating. He took a chair. “Len, I suggest you sit down, also.”

The assistant parson took a chair across from Thad, while Mae remained standing between them.

“Take off your clothes,” Thad told her. “Very slowly. Walk around while you do it. Show yourself off.”

“Ooooh, my goodness!” she exclaimed, blushing, and she pressed her hands against her cheeks. “I didn’t think you would want me to do thaaaat!”

“You would like to do it, wouldn’t you?” Thad asked her.

She looked from him to her husband. “Well, I don’t know… “ she said. But her blue eyes sparkled. She looked as giddy as a schoolgirl.

“Of course you would,” Thad said reassuringly. “All women have a secret urge to show off. You must have thought about it. Well, now is the time to let that urge out.” He shut his eyes. “The Lord is speaking! Can’t you hear Him? STRIP, MAE!”

It was preposterous, of course. But Thad had learned long ago that human nature required only the flimsiest of sanctions to do what it wished to do anyway, and his position permitted him to convey those sanctions.