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The Preacher’s Wife

... transgression eclipses all others, even the frat party where I was gangbanged by an entire fraternity. Dan and I have made a great f****y together. At least it has been great up until our son Eric decided to go through his own rebellious phase. He reminded me so much of myself. He would do things just for the purpose of trying to upset us. Dan and I had always been able to work through his disobedience. Just recently, after is s*******nth birthday, we had both decided enough was enough. I decided to have a good heart to heart talk with Eric about his choice of friends, music, and especially the way he dressed. Had you met my son in public you would have never guessed he would be a son of a preacher man. I intended to convince him to change his image. Without a thought for his privacy I walked into his room with the purpose of starting my well intentioned talk. Instead what I saw was shocking, disturbing, and offensive, but I couldn’t stop the excitement that filled me. Eric was standing naked before me, his cock in his hand, his erection reaching towards the heavens. The erection and the porn being displayed on his computer screen showed the truth of his actions. The porn was an image of a woman being gangbanged, a man in her every hole. The memories of my past had come flooding back along with my desire to fuck. Instead of acting ashamed Eric defiantly jerked his manhood in front of me. Almost as if to say, “Fuck you mom.” To be honest that was the thought I had as well, ...

... “Fuck you mom”. I moved myself in front of my son. He was obviously expecting to be slapped across the face as I saw him cringe a little. Instead I moved to my knees in front of him. My hands replaced his around that nice cock. I lustfully sucked it into my mouth. I polished his stiff prick to the sounds of his moans. His actions let me know he had never experienced this before. He collapsed to his bed as he was overcome with pleasure. On top of that it didn’t take him long before his cum coated my throat. Of course I sucked it all down. Every last drop. I even moved my finger along his shaft to milk out the remainder. When I was cleaning up his tasty cum off his cock he did something that surprised me. Eric, my own son, reached down and groped my breast. I hadn’t felt that inexperienced grasp in years, but it was familiar to me. I couldn’t help but ask, “Have you ever touched a girls boobs before?” Eric seemed almost frozen. After all I, his mother, had just sucked his cum down my throat. He stuttered as he responded, “I– well– I’ve–” “Just tell me baby. Who was your first?” “I– Mom, I’ve never even kissed a girl.” I looked at him and smiled. “So now you have gotten a blowjob before a kiss.” I took off my shirt and bra, exposing my breasts to him. I rubbed his semi-flaccid cock between my breasts to help bring him back to life. I moved up and kissed him. This wasn’t the innocent mom kiss that we have always had. No, this was a deeply passionate and lustful kiss. I could feel ...