I looked into her face, and admired her red-cheeked post-orgasmic beauty. When she opened her eyes a moment later, smiling warmly, I said, “I really do love you, Mom.”
“I love you too, son,” she responded, and I bent down and kissed her. The intimacy of the kiss was in many ways more taboo and kinkier than having her blow me, fucking her pussy, slamming into her ass, or even unloading all over her face. Sex was, I was learning very quickly, was just that, sex. But kissing… tenderly… intimately… was an entirely different animal, and it made my body warm.
When I broke the kiss she asked, still smiling, “So while you’re fucking me I’m Mommy, and while you’re not it’s Mom?”
“Exactly,” I nodded. “Unless you want me to call you Mommy in public?”
“God, no,” she laughed, her tits shaking against my chest.
“It’s Sunday. Don’t use the Lord’s name in vain,” I smirked.
“Brat,” she said, leaning up and kissing me again.
“Always.”
“I’ll go make us some breakfast.”
“Okay,” I agreed, fucking her giving me a bit of an appetite… although truthfully, I always had a bit of an appetite.
As she got off the bed, I spanked her ass and watched her leave… her body perfect from every angle.
I showered, we had breakfast, she showered and changed into much more conservative clothes for church… although I checked to make sure she was wearing thigh high stockings and was sans panties for quick access. What she wore… or didn’t wear… underneath her outerwear was nobody’s business except for ours. She asked, as I stuck my hand under her black dress to confirm she wasn’t wearing underwear, “You’re not serious about fucking at church?”
“Of course I am,” I said, sliding a finger inside her pussy. “The idea is really hot.”
“Whenever we’re home I’m completely subservient to your will. I’ll obey each and every command you give me without hesitation,” she said, which made my cock harden with the wild range of possibilities such words implied. “But…” she paused.
“But what?” I asked as I slowly fingered her.
“But that wild and crazy relationship needs to end the minute we leave the house,” she said.
“I understand,” I nodded, pulling out my finger and bringing it to my lips… realizing what I’d planned was too risky.
“You do?” she asked, partly as a question, partly expressing her relief.
“Yes. What we’re doing together is amazing, and I wouldn’t change it for the world,” I began. “But I understand most people wouldn’t see it that way.”
“Exactly.”
“But I’m going to take that earlier commitment you offered very seriously,” I told her.
“I just bet you will.”
At church, Mom went to the kids’ area, and I told her I’d come and find her in a few minutes… since I caught sight of Mrs. Grady and a wicked idea popped into my head… maybe I couldn’t get a blow job from or fuck my Mom in church… but that didn’t mean I couldn’t get a blow job from or fuck someone in church. She was chatting with an older couple I didn’t know. I headed straight towards her, and she saw me coming.
I smiled, and even though she was black as night, I could tell she was blushing.
“Mom, are you coming?” A voice asked, and then I saw a must have conquest… Tamara… Mrs. Grady’s daughter… the minister’s daughter… already a conquest of my father’s… and the female Grady I hadn’t fucked yet.
“Yes, in a minute,” Mrs. Grady said, nervously glancing at me.
Tamara was dressed in a fun sundress and sheer black hose of some description… God, she was hot!
I stalked towards the mom and daughter I planned to have a threesome with… and getting blown or fucking at least one of them in this house of the Lord. Since no way had God given me a dick this impressive… and had also created these two black goddesses… for me not to fuck them. And furthermore, I’d reluctantly come to church and then encountered Tamara, who was supposed to be away at college, was like destiny… as if the Cupid of Fucking was playing my fuck-maker.
“Hi, Kevin, it’s rare to see you here,” Mrs. Grady said.
“Yeah, I need to get cleansed of my multitudinous sins,” I said in a joking manner, one that she’d catch.
“Hi, Kevin,” Tamara greeted, her big smile only emphasizing her beauty.
“Hi Tamara,” I said, giving her a compliment. “You look beautiful!”
“Thank you,” she said.
“Mrs. Grady, I know church is starting in a couple minutes, but I have an urgent situation I need you to help me take care off,” I said, then added, deliberately sounding a little insecure, “alone.”
“Now?” she asked, knowing exactly what I had in mind.
“Yes please, it’s something that needs to be dealt with right away.”
“Go ahead, Mom, I’ll go in and see you there,” Tamara offered, oblivious to what my vaguely described situation was.
“Okay honey,” Mrs. Grady agreed, now looking a bit more nervous.
As her daughter left, I suggested, “Let’s go to your husband’s office.”
“We really can’t do anything here,” she whispered.
“Office, now,” I said sternly.