Paul Gable: Turned on mom

Anna had to agree with her. Chaplain Thompson's looks combined with his powerful handshake made her already steamed-up snatch grow even hotter.

"I think I'll be going to church more often," one of the others giggled nervously.

Suddenly Anna had an idea. Maybe this new chaplain would listen to her problem. She had to tell someone about the feelings she had toward her son.

As the three women turned and walked into the club, Anna took Chaplain Thompson aside for a second and whispered in his ear.

"Please, I've got to talk to you as soon as possible," she hissed nervously.

"Official business?" he asked softly. There was something warm, comforting and inviting in his voice that made Anna's knees almost buckle under her.

"Yes, and it's urgent," she added.

"Right after the luncheon-in the chapel," he said as he took her arm and led her into the reception room.

Anna fidgeted all through the seemingly endless stream of speeches that welcomed the new chaplain. Her mind drifted and focused on Greg's powerful body, his hairy chest, his cunt-chuming cock. Occasionally Anna snapped herself out of her daydreaming and looked around. Then she saw Chaplain Thompson staring curiously at her. Slowly, Anna began to wonder if the good chaplain's interest in her was strictly professional.

Finally the last speech ended. Anna stayed in the dining room, watching Chaplain Thompson talk to the gaggle of cock-hungry Navy wives until he looked up and saw her worried expression.

"Excuse me, ladies, but I'd better get over to the chapel and get to work," he said as he flashed another broad smile and walked briskly out of the club.

Anna waited for ten minutes, then followed him. She thanked God that the chapel was empty. He stood in front of the altar, staring at her as she closed the door.

"Okay, Anna, what's wrong?" he asked kindly.

"Oh, my God, I-I-I feel sooo sick!" she cried, putting her hands over her face and sobbing loudly. The tension and guilt that had been building up for months finally broke through.

"Hey, hey, come on, the chaplain said consolingly, running tip to her and wrapping his muscular arms around her.

"Chaplain, I-" Anna started.

"Listen, call me Chet," he said, running his huge hands slowly up and down her shaking arms. "If your problem's that serious, we'd better be on a first-name basis."

Anna looked up and saw his handsome face smiling at her. Something told her that she could trust him.

"It's about my son and me," she began hesitatingly. "You see, my husband's away a lot and- Oh, God! Why beat around the bush? Chet, I want to go to bed with my own son!" Anna blurted out.

Chet opened his eyes widely and let out a low whistle.

"I see what you mean when you say you've got a problem," he said quietly. "But have you ever thought that part of it's because you might be a very lonely woman?"

"I-I guess," she said, noticing that Chet's voice was growing huskier.

"And maybe you need the right kind of man to take care of you while your husband's away," he said, pulling her closer to him and clamping his lips on hers.

"Please! Oh, my God, you re the chaplain!" Anna cried, pushing herself away from him.

"So what does that have to do with it?" he asked, laughing loudly as he continued to hold tightly onto her. "Religion's changing, and we've got to go along with the changes."

"But not this much! I-mmmggghffff!" Anna mumbled as Chet jammed his thick, hot wet lips against hers one more time. At the same time he slowly slid his hands down her sides until they cupped around her taut ass-cheeks. Kneading them gently, Chet drove his thick tongue deeper and deeper into her mouth until Anna thought she'd choke from the spittle that flowed down her throat.

"I'll lock the door," he whispered hoarsely as he ran back and bolted it shut.

"I really don't think we should do anything here," Anna said as Chet took her by the right hand and led her down the aisle to the altar.

"Sorry I don't have a bed right here, but the altar's carpeted. That should be good enough," the chaplain said as he tore open his dress white uniform jacket and revealed a muscular chest covered with a thick matting of blond hairs.

Anna stared at Chet's body, then shifted her eyes up and gaped at the crucifix that towered over the altar.

"This just doesn't seem right somehow," she said as she watched Chet strip down to his white Jockeys.

"Just get out of that dress," he panted as he leaned back against the altar rail and folded his arms across his chest.

There was something so excitingly titillating about the idea of screwing in a church that it got to Anna. Suddenly all thoughts of Paul and Greg zipped out of her mind. Maybe Chet was right. Maybe all she needed was the right kind of man-and maybe that man was the base chaplain!

Chet stood there watching her disrobe, squeezing and releasing the large cock-bulge between his powerful, widely spread hairy legs as she exposed more and more of her mammoth tits. Anna shrugged her shoulders, letting the dress float to the carpeted floor. Reaching back, she unsnapped her bra. In an instant, her swollen boobs tumbled out and bobbed sensuously on her chest.

"Ummm, do you like what you see?" Anna asked as she ran her fingertips over her hard nipples.

"Even God would be proud of you," Chet said, smiling at her as he slid his thumbs under the tight elastic waistband of his shorts and pushed them down to his knees.

"Ohhhh!" Anna cried out as she saw Chet's long, perfectly shaped dick spring free and twitch in midair.

"Do you like what you see?" he asked, smiling at her as he lowered his right hand to his cock and slid his fingers back and forth along the jerking shaft.

"Ohhh!" was all Anna could say. Her cunt fired up like an exploding nuclear warhead. Hot twat-juice scalded her spasming pussy walls as she continued to rub her boobs with her fingertips.

"Come on," Chet said hoarsely as he lunged forward and lowered his head. He cupped his lips over her right nipple and started sucking hard at the brown, stiff flesh.

"Uhhhhhh!" Anna groaned, closing her eyes tightly and hunching her thighs forward against his jerking cock as she felt Chet's tongue swirl over and over her erect, itching nipple.

"Baby, baby," Chet repeated as he unclamped his lips from her nipple and traveled slowly down her heaving body. Chet ran his tongue along her hot, sweaty skin. At the same time he inched his fingers closer towards her juicing pussy. Chet finally reached the edge of her beaver, and his fingers toyed with the tight blonde curls as Anna begged him to fuck her.

"Ooohhh! Don't tease me! For God's sake, don't! Ohhh, shiiittt! Fuck meeee!" she screamed shamelessly as she felt Chet's right forefinger snake through her pussy hairs and come to rest on top of her throbbing clit.

"Oh, baby, I'm going to make this last a long time," Chet said as he pushed her slowly down to the floor.

As Anna lay down on her back and threw her legs into the air, she caught sight of the altar one more time.

"I just can't go through with this here," she said, trying to get up.

"Goddamn it! I'm going to rub your fuckin' snatch until your nipples blow off!" Chet said almost desperately as he dove his blond head in between her trembling thighs. Anna tried to push him away at first. But slowly she became resigned to the situation and spread her legs widely apart to let the chaplain have more room for his clit-tonguing.

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!!" Anna shrieked as Chet slurped, tugged and sucked at her erect clit.

"Unnnnghh! Wawwhh! Oh, God, touch my clit with your tongue again! Oh, Jeeeesus! Rub m-m-my clit with y-y-your- arrrghhh!!" Anna tossed her hips wildly into the air as she jammed her fingers into the chaplain's bobbing head. Chet had done exactly as she begged, ramming his spit-slicked tongue against her twitching clit. He poked at it gently, then slashed up, down and around the tiny organ as bolts of electric excitement tore through her cunt and tits.