Meeting the Birth Mother, Part V - Sex Stories

Meeting the Birth Mother, Part V

... his head in his hands.

My mother and I had been kissing. My mother pulled up one of her breasts and licked it, sucking on her long brown nipples and licking her wide aureole. She pulled my head into her cleavage. I worked her other breast over with my mouth, sucking and licking every inch of the pebbled nipples and big, soft, bountiful mom-tit. My cock was becoming rock hard and I slid it up and down against our mother’s soft stomach, my balls bumped against her clit and landing strip.

The congregation was breaking up into two camps. One camp had retreated backwards and were huddled against the back of the chamber, aghast. A much smaller contingent, made up mostly of younger folks, had approached the dais and were watching intently, egging us on. Some had tossed their robes and were nude themselves, stroking their cock or rubbing their pussy. One couple had paired off and were fucking frantically.

The pastor suddenly raised a hand into the air, then pointed at our mother and I.

“He approaches! Penetrate her!” he called.

Cora disengaged from Sheena and stood up, chanting “Pen-e-tra-TION! Pen-e-tra-TION! Pen-e-tra-TION!” over and over. The crowd around the dais picked it up until the room rocked with the four-syllable beat.

My mother whispered. “He doesn’t have to ask twice, does he?” She reached down and spread her glistening labia. Her soft pink pussy flesh waited inside, a thick streamer of grool slipping out and tricking across her slightly-open ...

... asshole. I gave my cock a final stroke. The frenzy of the small crowd next to us was amazing. I slowly slipped inside of her, making her feel every inch of my purple, pulsating meat. She leaned back as I slowly began to fuck her. Sheena straddled our mother and spread her lips. My mother licked her and Sheena rolled her head back.

I stroked in time with the “penetration” chant. Out-in-out-IN with an extra hard shove on “-TION!” that elicited moans from my mother.

The crowd made me hornier than I thought it was ever possible to be. My mother’s juices rolled down my legs as I fucked her. She licked my twin sister frantically and slipped two fingers up her ass. Cora was on all fours with several fingers spreading her slit open, showing pink to the crowd.

We four were the hottest thing ever. Even some of the initially reticent crowd started to join the party next to the dais. I saw more than one robe – both girls and boys – with wet spots on the front.

The pastor held up his hand again, then pointed at my mother and I. “He is here! Fertilize her!”

I pumped harder and faster. My mother arched her back. I shot my seed into my mother’s unprotected cunt in a resounding orgasm, coating her cervix. In my moment of glory, I leaned my head back and looked up to the ceiling of the chamber.

Then I saw it. “He” arrived.

A bluish-black cloud coalesced near the roof of the chamber. It floated down until it hovered over the stone “throne” at the front of the chamber. Slowly it ...