Chapter 1: The Birthday Surprise

In the fucking luxurious master bedroom of our expansive, modern home in some rich-ass Los Angeles suburb, Mom slipped out of her silk robe, the fabric dropping at her feet like piss hitting the pavement. The room was all fancy shit, with high ceilings and walls plastered with religious crap, a nod to our family’s goddamn holy roller status. Moonlight filtered through some sheer-ass curtains, casting a creepy glow over the room where a king-size bed with plush, white linen waited, the sheets slicker than a well-lubed fuck.

Around her neck, a silver chain glinted with a cross and Jesus hanging off it, glowing under the dim light like some holy bullshit. She also wore a diamond-studded necklace that sparkled but felt as cold as a hooker’s heart. On her finger, a wedding ring with some intricate design shit, a fucking constant reminder of her vows to Dad, sparkled with every move, the light catching it like a spotlight on her cheating.

As she slid into my bed like a snake, her fingers grazed my cheek, sending a shiver through me like a cold beer down the spine. I was lying there, my heart pounding like a drum in a strip club. The soft hum of an air purifier in the corner was like a priest’s quiet blessing, adding to the fucked-up atmosphere. Mom kept touching her necklace, probably thinking it would forgive her sins or some shit.

Mom leaned in, her lips close to mine like a hooker offering a sample. I flinched, but she was still as a fucking statue, her eyes burning with a desire hotter than a stolen car’s engine. Hesitantly, I opened my mouth, and she kissed me, our lips meeting like a collision of two worlds, the bed beneath us soft as a whore’s promises. Her tongue slipped in, tasting like sin wrapped in silk.

My hands roamed her back like a thief in the night, sliding down to grab her firm, round ass, squeezing it like a stress ball. She moaned into the kiss, her eyes dark with lust in the goddamn holy light. “Happy fucking birthday, Tom,” she whispered huskily, her hand still on the cross, contemplating the gravity of our fucked-up deed.

I grinned like a devil before diving back into the kiss, our tongues wrestling like drunk teenagers. The room, with its peaceful decor, might as well have been a church for all the holiness it was witnessing.

Breaking the kiss, I kissed down her neck, making my way to her heaving tits, each touch like marking my territory. Mom’s breathing was heavy, her fingers tangling in my hair, the sheets rustling beneath us like whispers in a confession booth. The silence was broken only by our heavy breathing and the distant sound of some church choir, mocking our god-fearing heritage.

I continued my journey south, hands sliding over her curves until my lips met her stomach, the skin smooth as a well-oiled stripper pole. The room was big, with family photos on a dresser nearby, all showing us like the perfect, church-going family, a mockery of the scene unfolding. Mom’s breath was fast now, anticipation clear on her face, her cheeks flushed like she’d been slapped with desire. She gripped the cross like a lifeline as I kissed down to her sopping wet pussy, the air thick with the scent of sex.

Her cunt was a masterpiece, the outer lips plump and glistening with her arousal, the inner folds like delicate petals, a deep pink that beckoned like a forbidden fruit. The texture was soft, velvety, yet ribbed with excitement as I spread her open with my fingers. Her pubes were neatly trimmed, a dark shadow framing her slit, each hair glistening with moisture, guiding my eyes to her swollen clit peeking from its hood.

Gently, I planted a kiss on her slick cunt lips, earning a gasp and a tug on my hair like she was riding a bull. Her hand was still on the cross, squeezing it as I spread her open with my tongue, savoring her like a cheap whiskey shot.

I slid a finger into her hot, tight cunt, curling it and searching for her g-spot, moving slow like a tease in a strip club. Her moan was my fucking reward, loud as a church bell. “Oh god, yes...” The room, with all its religious shit, was now the stage for our dirty play, like a painting of purity defiled.