Paul Conroy - Sex Sated Minister

"Take it easy," Ira told her. "You're overwrought."

"You mean because of the death of Ezekiel? Perhaps! It took his fervor to make me realize how stupid I've been. He and I practice the same religion, only we practice it differently. He explained his way was to open one's body freely, and physically drive out all the evils. He was a good man. But I didn't love him. I thought I did, at first. But after awhile I realized I came to love all the physical things he did to me. He taught me the true sin was in withholding myself, not only from him, but from all good men."

"Look," Ira told her. "Suppose we talk about all this in the morning, huh? We all need a good night's sleep."

"Is there a spare bed in Davey's room?" Abigail asked.

"It's still there," Ira nodded. "Are you sure you'll be comfortable there?"

"Positive. After all, I'll be with my own son."

Davey felt disappointed. Not that he wasn't glad to see his mother, in spite of all her former fanatical beliefs. But he had planned on spending the night with Susan. Now, with his mother around, that was obviously impossible.

Abigail went upstairs to Davey's room. Her heart should have been filled with grief for her dead husband, but it wasn't. She was sorry he was dead, and she would mourn for him. But there was no way she would ever be able to return to his neighborhood.

The worst part of it all was, in his chastising of her, he had driven in a powerful need for his body. He would fuck her every single night, even when her time of the month came. Now she felt alone, so empty. Her second husband, in his pious zeal, had addicted her to his cock. And now she was without it. She would mourn more for that than anything else.

Undressing, she prepared to get nakedly into bed when Davey suddenly entered the room. The sight of her son's youthful, vigorous body sent wild shudders racing through her. And Davey, stunned by the slender beauty of his own mother, merely closed the door, whispering, "God, ma! You're really great-looking."

Once she would have gone screaming through the house how her son had looked at her nakedness. She would have yelled about his having sinned evilly. Now, after all the "treatments" she had received at the hands of her husband and his "brethren," she no longer thought foolishly about the evils and sins of coitus. He had used his mighty cock to drive evil from her, therefore the cock could not be, evil. This being the case, her son's cock, the penis attached to the being she had brought forth from her own body could not be evil. And with no husband to service her, the need for cock became overpowering.

"Do you like my body, David?" she asked.

He had only intended nodding, but the mere action was enough to rouse the wanton senses inside him. Any self-control he might have had disappeared as he walked over to her, throwing himself against her, and crushing his mouth down on the ripe lips she seemed to be offering to him. It was a lip-smashing, teeth-jarring, tongue-lashing kiss as his arms, wrapped themselves around her. His hands immediately fell to her ass, gripping her full cheeks in a wild, clutching grasp. Abigail shuddered, knowing she wanted the boy. She could feel his heavy prick through his pants, a twitching pillar of urgent fire as he unashamedly ground it into the softness of her belly and pubis. His hands pressed her ass all the more tightly, pushing her pelvis even more strongly against him, his fingertips pressing into the crack in her ass while his tongue sank almost into her throat.

"Davey, Davey," she whispered when his mouth released hers. "It's all right, it's all right, Mother wants you as much as you want her. Yes, yes, I've changed, changed completely. I understand things so much better, now. It's too late for me to be a mother to you, but at least I can be a woman for you."

She slammed her full, heavy breasts against the boy's chest, continuing to grind her pelvis against his body even when his hands no longer clutched her asscheeks. She could see the boy was stunned, yet he wanted to believe, and kept testing her by kissing her, or licking at her turgid nipples. She responded every time, even guiding his hand into the nest between her thighs. She helped him out of his clothes, then without turning off the lamp, they slithered into bed together. When his thick cock rubbed against her thighs, she smiled, letting him know it was what she wanted. They clutched atone another, rolling from one side of the bed to the other as they fervidly kissed, one long burning kiss after another. Her burning breath filled his mouth as her opulent thighs seemed to track his waving cock and home in on it, hungry to feel it buried in the bubbling depths of her anxious pussy.

All senses seemed so much stronger, now. She could look at Davey and see the way he stared at her, appreciating her as a woman rather than as his mother. When he touched her she shivered, his fingertips were like static electricity shooting through her. Her constant panting reverberated in his hairs, just as his heavy breathing tickled her ears. The simple sound of flesh sliding against flesh enhanced their fevered want for one another. Each could smell and taste the passionate need of the other as Abigail's full form surged strongly against the solid body of her youthful son. She thrilled to the sensation of his hand running from one breast to the other, caressing and tantalizing her nipples to full erectness. Then his hand slid down across her soft belly into the humid cave of her now-wanton cunt His fingers pulled, plucked and teased her clit until it swelled and came out from behind the fold of membrane where it had been hiding. And at the same time her own hand was wildly tugging on the boy's erect phallus, stopping only to caress his youthful balls.

Her snakelike legs, two writhing anacondas, entwined themselves around him, holding him all the more closely to her. Her own seeking hands were now around his back, pulling him ever closer, urging him to roll on top of her. Pressed tightly against her, he did exactly that, gripping her shaking asscheeks, settling his face between the pressing weights of her bulbous breasts. Abigail's thighs opened wide, fitting around his flat, youthful hips, feeling the heat emanating from his flesh. And then she felt the rounded knob of his anxious cock press between the clutching, palpitating gates of flesh guarding her seething cunt. The thrusting cock seemed to forge ahead with no hands to guide it, fitting itself into the tight furrow from whence David had emerged more than thirteen years before.

"Davey…" she gasped. "Sweet Davey… my own little boy… my wonderful son… oh Godddd! I've already… uhhhh… commme… uuuhhhhh… don't stop… don't stop… I want to come again and again and again. Put it all the way in… "

"Mom!" she heard him gasp, and felt the hot tears of love pouring from his eyes.

The wonderful darling. The marvelous boy. She'd forgotten just how much she'd missed him.

She felt him driving inward, feeling her molten membranes resist, then suddenly sear, suck in, and swallow the pressuring obtruder as her hole constricted itself on its lancing length. Her tissues shiveringly and tinglingly gripped his solid mass of cock, sucking it ever deeper. Her thighs wrapped themselves around him, pressing him firmly against her tender body. Her hands desperately groped across his youthful back and buttocks, rubbing, pressing, even scratching. Inside her, a smooth skewer of flaming muscle filled her anguished vortex of pussy in a burning crush as she groaned, "Davey, sweet Davey. How you've grown up. You're so large down there… uhhhhh… keep pushing… ohhhhhhh… you're filling me. up… ahhh… "

His solid penis had worked its way in without once having to draw back for leverage. Yet it fitted nicely, touching every part of her inner membranes. And now he applied more force, ramming his cock up against her upper vaginal wall, where most of her nerves were located. His knobby dome was buried deep in the farthest clutches of her soft, tender interior. She felt him start to tug back, resisting the constant pressure of her wrapped-around thighs. The weighty penis began sliding back, pulling through her membranes as if fighting its way back through a sea of mucilage. She could feel him inhaling and exhaling heavily, almost gasping.