Chapter 1

Christina Montini was rather annoyed as she ran to the door, since she had been in the middle of reading her favorite stories on the computer. The girls were asleep, which made it her only chance to read the porn that she enjoyed so much. Smut and masturbation were her only sexual releases ever since Ramon returned from Iraq in a body bag. Some jackass had strapped a bomb to an old woman and sent her to blow herself up, killing Ramon and a buddy of his at the same time.

The first month had been so gut-wrenching that Christina had thought of nothing but her loss. She had to shake herself and remember that she was a mother whose daughters needed her to be strong. Then the needs returned, the same desires that had led Ramon and her into swinging and other activities together. He was a National Guardsman, not an active-duty soldier, so the risk of court-martial was less, especially since she had no intention of complaining to his superiors about it. Of course, the risk of a suicide bomber wasn't reduced, as Ramon found out too late.

Christina was busy reading "Uncle's Favorite Niece" by Amasterfound when the doorbell rang. She was so close to her orgasm, too, with the aid of her B.O.B., so she was quite ready to snap at whomever disturbed her pleasure. It was worse when she saw a young, handsome, but overzealous Jehovah's Witness.

"Excuse me, ma'am, but I am here to present you with the Word of God, concerning the Kingdom of Jehovah and the Battle of Armageddon that must precede it. May I share this literature with you?" the young man asked her.

"Aren't there usually at least two of you guys at once? Anyway, I've been visited by your kind and the Mormons both a dozen times this year. Get it a rest already. I'm not interested in your religion. Care to know what interests me?" Christina insisted.

"What's that?" the Jehovah's Witness yielded to curiosity.

"Sex. That's what interests me. Because my husband was killed in the war, I'm lonely and horny, while my kids miss their dad. And you offer me what, literature? Care to see what kind of reading material appeals to me? Here, follow me inside, sir," Christina ranted.

Christina led the anxious stranger by the hand to her computer, where she showed him the story she'd been reading when he interrupted her. That he didn't resist was due to both his fascination with this woman and the same inquisitive nature which led him to ask her that question earlier. Despite all of his training and upbringing in the teachings of his organization, Abel Lindberg was only twenty-one to Christina's thirty-three. She was a sexy, confident woman, who could easily seduce a young man more accustomed to less clever girls around his own age.

Christina only wore a slip and panties, the latter of which were pushed somewhat to the side to make room for the vibrator and hadn't been completely put back in place. This fact no doubt aided her in enticing this missionary away from his mission. Abel could smell her pussy, which made things worse. He had never been that close to a woman's cunt before and the scent which it gave off was more of an aroma than an odor to him. The story didn't exactly discourage his guilty pleasure. The writer seemed to have a knack for making the seduction scene between the uncle and his niece rather steamy, especially once her mother entered the picture. Abel didn't make the slightest protest when Christina grabbed the literature from his hand and trashed it. The abnormally large tent in his dress pants made it clear that he was more interested in carnal things at the moment. He didn't care that she was a little chunky. She was still a fox.

"You disturbed the best pleasure available to me these days. You owe me, stud. You're not going anywhere until you've satisfied me. I want to see what that big cock of yours can do. However, you can start with your tongue. I need to cum first, since you interrupted me. What's your name?" Christina demanded.

"Abel Lindberg, ma'am. How do I do what you ask? I've never seen one before, ma'am," Abel stammered, feeling eager to please this sexy, if somewhat plump, brunette.

"Well, Abel, I'm Christina, so stop calling me 'ma'am'! It makes me feel like an old woman. I'm not old, am I? Anyway, you kneel and put your mouth between my thighs. I'll show you what to do at that point," she directed him, removing her panties to assist him.

"Yes, Christina, I'll do that for you! It's a sin, but I can't say 'no' to you! May God forgive me!" Abel did as she said.

Christina took over as promised and guided Abel's mouth, so as to speed up her gratification. He licked her pussy, sucked her clit, and plunged his tongue inside her folds, whenever those suited her desire. She soon screamed with ecstasy, as she hadn't been far off when he rang her bell. Her orgasm was more than a little messy, squirting on his face, but Abel loved it. He hadn't tasted a woman's juices and he thought that hers were delicious.

Abel then showed some initiative, sliding his tongue down Christina's taint to her asshole. She squirmed and grabbed his shoulders until they were sore while he rimmed her. Ramon had done that to her plenty of times, but no man before did so without being asked. Abel's interest in licking her ass was a serious bonus from her point of view. This guy was a keeper. She would just have to finish the job and lead him totally away from his religion. Christina was confident that she could do so, as this guy was a natural stud. He belonged in bed with gorgeous women, not at the doorstep of strangers' houses, passing out religious tracts.

When Christina gushed again, she pulled Abel up to her level and kissed him on the mouth to thank him for the two wonderful orgasms. She used plenty of tongue as well. She then knelt before him and yanked down both his pants and briefs. Knowing that a huge dick like his would take a while to suck completely, she took her time, getting his head in her mouth first and licking away at it. An inch at a time, Christina got Abel's cock inside her mouth.

By the time that Christina's mouth totally surrounded Abel's dick, he was about to explode from all of the pleasure. She slowed down and backed off, both because of that and due to the gag reflex that hit her by then. This frustrated Abel a little, but he figured that Christina knew what she was doing. When she resumed, he had a little better control, but only because she held the base in her grip and used that to help him resist the urge to cum. This time, she licked the outside instead of sucking the whole thing. Even so, it was such an intense delight that Christina had to keep working hard to stop Abel's release.

"Now, Abel, it is time to cum. I will swallow it. I just didn't want it to choke on it and I wanted you to experience a proper blowjob. That's done, so cum in my mouth," Christina told him, before sucking him to his relief.

There was nothing to compare to it, at least for a complete virgin like Abel. When Christina swallowed his seed and licked her lips in satisfaction, he took a certain pride in realizing that she enjoyed sucking him off. He also relaxed more than he had in a long time. Nine years of sexual deprivation since puberty were over. While he felt apprehensive when she kissed him, there was some wonderful naughtiness to the act of touching his mouth to one that had just touched his cock and drank his cum.

"Don't go anywhere, Abel. I'm not done with you yet. You haven't fucked me where I need it most. My pussy hasn't had a cock since my husband was killed. I wasn't in the mood at the time, as you can imagine. I'm definitely in the mood now. I'm hungry for more and you'll give it to me. Stay here today. Spend the day with me and fuck me as many times as I ask. I promise that you won't regret it," Christina swore.

"I believe you. I'll stay. All I've done since I became an adult was to obey the leaders of my organization. They gave me nothing in return. You've given me something great. I don't care if they're right. I don't care if I'm annihilated. A life on my own terms is worth the risk," Abel accepted her offer.

"Smart boy, or should I say young man? You're breaking free, asserting your manhood. Now, tell me, would you like some coffee and breakfast? We need to get your strength back up for more fun and games. Don't worry about the girls. I'll let 'em sleep in and I'll cook them their brunch then. What's a Saturday for, right?" Christina led him to the kitchen and started to work on their breakfast.

"So, are we boyfriend and girlfriend, or is this something else?" Abel asked her as he admired her legs.

"It's a little early to worry about that, but I can offer you something else. A place to stay. Move in with me. You'll have a roommate who'll fuck you at the drop of a hat and you won't have to follow your parents' rules anymore. We'll pool our money, which will work for both of us. If the time comes that you want to move out, I'll understand. In the meantime, it will be better for me as well as you. What do you think?" Christina suggested.

"You're serious?" he sought confirmation.

"Of course. You could just about fuck me to death if you wanted, I think. Come to think of it, that wouldn't be such a bad way to go, taking it hard from a stud like you. Let me know when you're ready to get it on. I'd say that we could do it in the kitchen, but if one of the girls woke up and saw us, that could be awkward. I'm afraid that this will have to stay in the bedroom, sad to say. Even so, it will be a lot of fun. I hope that you like the omelet. I figured that the protein would be good for you in this case," she plated the eggs and quesadillas.