Communion
Copyright© 2025 by Oholibah
Chapter 1
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A Sunday School teacher and the wife of a church deacon share a wicked sacrament with the teacher's son. Note: All characters are of legal age in every jurisdiction
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son Big Breasts Size
Suddenly, the door to the classroom swung open, and in strutted Donna Devoe, her auburn hair cascading over her bare shoulders like a waterfall of sin. Her blue eyes, so much like the ones that had watched over her own dark rituals, gleamed with a mischief that belied her saintly exterior. The room grew thick with anticipation as she sashayed towards Ruth, who was busy arranging the Sunday school materials with trembling hands. “Ruth, darling,” Donna cooed, “you’re looking positively heavenly today.”
The two women shared a knowing smile, their secret bond of shared carnality a silent pact that had grown stronger since their first illicit encounter. “Why, Donna,” Ruth replied, her voice a breathless whisper, “you say the naughtiest things.”
Donna leaned in, her breasts brushing against the fabric of her blouse, sending a shiver down Ruth’s spine. “You know I do,” she murmured, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips. “But today, I’ve got something extra naughty planned for us.”
Ruth’s eyes widened, and she felt her heart race as Donna’s hand slid down to cup her ass, giving it a squeeze. “What do you mean?” she gasped, trying to keep the tremor of excitement from her voice.
Donna’s grin grew wider, more predatory. “I think it’s time we introduced Jay to our little ... congregation,” she said, her eyes flashing. “A mother and son reunion, if you will.”
Ruth felt the color drain from her face, but the fire in her loins had already been stoked. “Jay?” she choked out. “But he’s just a boy...”
Donna’s eyes gleamed with a devilish light. “Oh, but he’s not just any boy, is he?” she said, her voice a purr that seemed to vibrate through the very air. “He’s got your blood in him, and I know how much you’ve missed the feeling of family ... unity.” She traced a finger down the column of Ruth’s neck, making her shiver. “And I have a feeling he’s more than ready for a taste of the divine.”
Ruth’s breath hitched in her throat as she thought of her son, Jay, his blonde hair and blue eyes a mirror of the desires she’d buried deep within herself. The idea of him experiencing the same twisted ecstasy she had known was both terrifying and exhilarating. “But how?” she managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.
Donna’s smile grew even more lascivious. “Leave that to me, darling,” she said, her hand sliding up to cup one of Ruth’s ample breasts. “We’ll have him eating out of our hands or should I say, our pussies before he even knows what’s happening.”
Ruth’s eyes widened further, but she couldn’t deny the wetness that was already pooling in her panties. “But, the church ... the congregation...”
Donna waved a dismissive hand. “Oh, they’re all just a bunch of prudes anyway,” she said with a wink. “Besides, who’s to say a little bit of holy flesh isn’t just what this place needs to spice things up?”
Ruth bit her lip, the memories of her own youthful indiscretions flooding back in a rush of heat. The way her parents had used her, the way she had reveled in it it had been so long since she’d felt that kind of raw, primal desire. And Jay ... she had noticed the way he’d been looking at her lately, the way his eyes lingered on her curves, the way he’d grown so much over the past year.
Donna leaned closer, her breath hot on Ruth’s ear. “We’ll start slow,” she murmured. “A little taste here, a little nibble there. Before you know it, you’ll both be begging for more.”
Ruth’s eyes rolled back in her head as Donna’s hand found its way under her skirt, teasing the damp fabric of her panties. “Oh, God,” she whimpered, the memory of her own incestuous past coming back in a rush. She hadn’t felt this alive in years.
“Don’t worry, darling,” Donna whispered, her voice thick with lust. “We’re going to give you what you’ve been craving.”
With that, she grabbed the back of Ruth’s head and crushed their lips together in a bruising kiss, her tongue pushing past the barrier of teeth to claim the other woman’s mouth. Ruth moaned into the kiss, her hands coming up to grasp at Donna’s waist, pulling her closer. The room spun around them as their bodies melded together, the scent of their arousal mixing with the faint smell of the chalk and dust of the classroom.
Suddenly, Donna pulled away, leaving Ruth gasping for air. “You’re so wet for me,” she murmured, her fingers sliding down to rub the soaked fabric of Ruth’s underwear. “I can’t wait to taste that sweet cunt again”
Ruth couldn’t help but whine at the sudden loss of contact, her body already aching for more. “Please, Donna,” she begged, her voice a desperate plea. “I need it. I need to feel ... I need to be filled.”
Donna chuckled darkly, her eyes flashing with excitement. “Good girl,” she murmured, her hand moving to unbutton the top of her blouse, revealing the swell of her ample cleavage. “You know what we have to do.”
With trembling hands, Ruth reached for the zipper of her own skirt, sliding it down to expose her bare, trembling thighs. She could feel the heat of her desire radiating from her core, the need to be taken, to be filled, to be used, overwhelming her senses. Donna watched with rapt attention as she stepped out of the pool of fabric and kicked it aside, her eyes never leaving Ruth’s.
“You’re such a slut for it, aren’t you?” she said, her voice a low growl of approval. “Just like your mother before you.”
Ruth nodded, unable to form coherent words as Donna’s hand slipped inside her panties, her thumb circling the swollen nub of her clit. “Yesss,” she hissed, arching her back, pushing herself against the other woman’s hand.
Donna’s eyes darkened as she felt the wetness of Ruth’s need, and she knew she had her exactly where she wanted her. “Now, let’s get those panties off,” she ordered, her voice thick with desire. “I want to see that sweet, sinful cunt.”
Ruth obeyed, her legs trembling as she stepped out of her panties and let them fall to the floor. Donna’s hand immediately went to her own skirt, shoving it up to expose her own trimmed mound. She pulled her panties to the side, revealing her glistening pussy, and took a seat on ta classroom chair, spreading her legs wide. “Come here,” she demanded, her voice a seductive purr. “Taste your future.”
Ruth stumbled forward, her eyes locked on the promised land between Donna’s thighs. She dropped to her knees, her mouth watering as she leaned in to lick the sweet, musky scent of the other woman’s arousal. Donna’s stiff nipples brushed against the fabric of her shirt as she leaned back, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. “That’s it,” she encouraged, her hand coming down to grip the back of Ruth’s head. “Tongue that clit, you little slut.”
Ruth eagerly obeyed, her tongue swirling around the hardened nub as Donna’s moans grew louder. “Yes, yes, just like that,” Donna panted, her hips bucking against the relentless assault. “You always were such a good little cunt lapper.”
Ruth’s cheeks flushed with both pleasure and shame at the crude praise. She hadn’t heard such filthy language in years, not since the days she’d spent on her knees before her own family. But now, as Donna’s juices coated her mouth and the scent of sex filled the room, she found herself craving it, needing it like the air she breathed.
Donna’s grip on her hair tightened as she pushed her face deeper into her pussy, grinding against her mouth. “Oh, fuck yes,” she moaned, her hips moving in time with the rhythm of Ruth’s tongue. “Just like that, you dirty little whore.”
Ruth’s eyes watered as she took the abuse, her own arousal building with every harsh word. She had never felt so alive, so consumed by lust. Her tongue darted in and out of Donna’s cunt, lapping at her juices like a starving animal. She could feel the woman’s thighs trembling around her ears, her moans growing more desperate by the second.
“That’s it, baby,” Donna cooed, her voice thick with pleasure. “Just like you used to do for Mommy.”
Ruth’s eyes rolled back as she felt the slickness of Donna’s pussy on her face, the taste of her musky arousal coating her tongue. Her own cunt was a wet mess, begging for attention as she worked her mouth over the other woman’s swollen folds. The words, so close to the ones her own mother had whispered to her, sent a bolt of electricity through her body, making her clit throb with need.
Donna’s hand was a vice in her hair, guiding her as she licked and sucked, bringing her closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. “Yes, yes,” she chanted, her voice rising in pitch. “Oh, fuck, baby, you’re gonna make Mommy cum.”
And cum she did, her body convulsing as she spilled her juices into Ruth’s eager mouth. The middle-aged widow swallowed greedily, her own orgasm following swiftly on its heels, her pussy clenching and pulsing with every gush of salty sweetness that filled her mouth. They sat there, panting and trembling, for what felt like an eternity, their bodies slick with sweat and cum.
Donna’s hand slid from Ruth’s head, her eyes still glazed with pleasure. “Good girl,” she murmured, her voice still thick with lust. “Now, let’s get to work on your son, shall we?”
Ruth’s eyes snapped open, her mind racing. “Jay?” she breathed, her voice a mix of fear and excitement.
“Mm-hmm,” Donna hummed, her own breathing still ragged from the powerful orgasm. “It’s time to show him what real family love is all about. On the altar”
Ruth’s eyes grew wide with shock and excitement. “On the altar?” she squeaked, her voice barely audible.
Donna’s smile was pure evil. “Where else?” she said, standing and smoothing out her skirt. “Where better to embrace our true natures than in the house of the Lord?”
The very thought of it sent a thrill through Ruth’s core. The idea of committing such a taboo act on holy ground was both terrifying and exhilarating. “But how do we get him there?” she asked, her mind racing.
Donna winked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Leave that to me,” she said. “I’ve got a little something up my sleeve.”
The following Sunday, as the congregation of Faith Baptist Church gathered for the evening service, little did they know the dark secrets that lay hidden beneath the pious fa ade of their deacon chairman’s wife. Donna had been busy all week, concocting a plan that would not only bring Jay into their twisted fold, but also ensure his complete and utter surrender to the perverted desires that had once been so much a part of his mother’s life.
After the final hymn had been sung and the last “Amen” had echoed through the sanctified air, Donna sidled up to Jay, her eyes gleaming with a wickedness that was invisible to the unsuspecting. She leaned in, her ample breasts pressing against his arm, and whispered into his ear. “Your mother and I have something special planned for you,” she purred, her voice a siren’s call to his burgeoning lust. “Something that will make you feel more loved than you ever have before.”
Jay’s cock twitched in his pants, his curiosity piqued. He had noticed the way his mother’s eyes had followed Donna around the room, the way her cheeks had flushed whenever she spoke to her. He had felt the tension between them, something thick and heady that made his own body respond in ways he didn’t quite understand. “What is it?” he asked, his voice low and gruff with the beginnings of arousal.
Donna’s smile grew even more predatory as she took his hand, her grip firm and commanding. “You’ll see,” she promised, leading him through the emptying hallways of the church towards sanctuary. “But you have to be a good boy and do exactly as we tell you.”
Jay’s heart was racing as they reached the door to the empty sanctuary, his cock already straining against the fabric of his pants. Donna turned to him, her eyes gleaming with a dark promise. “You’re going to love this, baby,” she whispered, pushing the door open to reveal a scene that defied all the teachings of their holy sanctuary.
On the altar, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, lay his mother, her auburn hair fanned out like a halo of sin. Her clothes were discarded around her, leaving her naked and exposed, her huge breasts heaving with anticipation. Her pussy, trimmed neatly and glistening with her excitement, beckoned to him like a siren’s call.
“Come here, Jay,” Donna purred, quickly undressing, her naked body a canvas of lustful intent. “Your mother’s been waiting for you.”
Jay’s eyes widened as he took in the scene, his heart racing. “Mom?” he stammered, his eyes locked on her naked form.
Ruth looked up at him, her face flushed with arousal. “It’s okay, baby,” she said, her voice a seductive purr. “This is what we were meant to do.”
Donna pushed him down beside her, her hand wrapping around his cock, already hard and pulsing with need. “Look at him,” she whispered to Ruth, her hand moving up and down the length of his shaft. “He’s so eager to be a part of this.”
Ruth’s eyes were wide with lust as she took in the sight of her son, his cock in Donna’s hand. “Oh, baby,” she cooed, her voice thick with desire. “You’re so big. Just like Daddy was.”
Donna giggled, her eyes gleaming with malicious glee. “Why don’t you show Mommy what you can do with that thing?” she said, pushing Jay closer to his mother. “I’m sure she’s missed having something so ... substantial ... inside her.”
Ruth’s eyes never left her son’s as she spread her legs wider, inviting him in. “Come, baby,” she whispered, her voice a temptress’ song of lust. “Mommy’s been waiting for you.”
Jay’s eyes grew dark with desire, the years of repressed urges surging to the surface. He leaned in, his cock brushing against her slick folds, and she gasped as he slid inside her in one smooth, powerful stroke. The sensation of his thick length filling her up was unlike anything she had felt since her own days of sinful indulgence.
“Oh, Jay,” she moaned, her voice a symphony of lust. “You feel so good.”
“Yeah, Mom,” he grunted, his hips bucking as he drove into her with the reckless abandon of a boy discovering the power of his own lust.
“That’s it, baby,” Donna urged, her hand slipping down to rub at the tight bud of her own clit as she watched the two of them, their bodies writhing in ecstasy on the holy altar. “Fuck her like the slut she is.”
Ruth’s eyes rolled back in her head, her cunt spasming around Jay’s cock as he pounded into her. “Oh, God,” she wailed, the words a blasphemous cry of pleasure. “Yes, baby, just like that. Fuck me like your grandpa used to fuck me.”
Donna, unable to resist joining in, quickly straddled Ruth’s face, lowering her wet pussy to her lips. “Lick me, you little slut,” she demanded, her voice a whip crack of authority. “Show your son what a good pussy licker you are.”
Ruth’s eyes widened, but she obeyed, her tongue darting out to taste the familiar flavor of Donna’s cunt. The feeling of her son’s cock inside her and the cunt juices of the deacon’s wife on her tongue was almost too much to handle. Her own cunt clenched around Jay’s thickness, milking his huge cock. Ruth’s incestuous moans were muffled by the mouthful of pussy she was licking with abandon.
“That’s it,” Donna crooned, her own orgasm building as she felt the vibrations of Ruth’s moans against her clit. “Show him how much you love the taste of pussy.”