Jill and Christ
Copyright© 2025 by work for nothin
Chapter 3
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Jill, a voluptuous 34-year-old woman, walked with an enviable confidence that masked the fluttering nerves bubbling in her stomach. Though she put on a brave front, the anticipation of the day’s events gnawed at her, creating a whirlwind of emotions inside her. She often found herself wondering if the risks they were taking were worth it, if they were prepared for what lay ahead. Her mind raced as she replayed the motivations behind this unusual outing—an adventure that felt both exhilarating.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Fiction Celebrity Incest Mother Son Anal Sex
As the months rolled on, Sam called them into his office, a glint in his eye. “Christ, Jill,” he began, his voice a low purr of excitement. “The audience can’t get enough of your ‘sharing’ scenes. They’re clamoring for more.” He leaned back in his chair, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “So, for the next big release, I want you to recreate that magic. But this time, make it even more special. We’re talking Christmas-themed.”
Jill and Christ shared a knowing look, their hearts racing at the thought of pushing their boundaries once again. “But, Sam,” Christ began, his voice tentative. “What if it’s too much?”
Sam leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and greed. “Too much?” he scoffed. “You two are the kings and queen of the forbidden. Give them a show that will warm their cold, lonely hearts. Take it to the streets. Make it real.”
Christ and Jill looked at each other, the wheels turning in their minds. It was a daring concept, but one that resonated with their shared desire to push the envelope. They had always found joy in sharing their love, and the thought of bringing a bit of warmth to those in need was oddly appealing.
“Alright, Sam,” Jill said, a spark in her eye. “We’re in.”
The director’s grin widened. “Excellent. The theme is ‘Christmas Miracles on Skid Row.’ You’ll be playing a pair of generous adult film stars who spread holiday cheer to the less fortunate.”
Christ and Jill’s eyes widened at the challenge. The thought of bringing a bit of joy to those in need was a surprising twist to their usual scripts. They saw it as a chance to use their newfound fame for something more than just personal gain.
“Sam, are you saying we should actually do this?” Christ asked, his voice a mix of excitement and incredulity.
Sam leaned back in his chair, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Why not?” he said. “You’re already giving the people what they want. Now, you get to give back in a way that only you can.”
Christ and Jill exchanged a nervous look, the gravity of the task weighing heavily on them. They had always known that their love was something special, a gift that they shared with the world through their work. But to take it to the streets, to bring a little bit of joy to those who had so little, was something else entirely.
Shellby, who had been quietly watching the exchange, spoke up. “Sam’s right,” she said, her voice filled with a warmth that seemed to light up the room. “You two have been given a unique opportunity to show the world that love knows no bounds. And who knows? Maybe God will reward you for your kindness.”
With a knowing wink, she added, “Plus, it’ll be a hell of a story to tell.”
Sam nodded in agreement, and with a flourish, handed them the keys to a sleek, black sports car. “This is your chariot for the night,” he said, his smile stretching from ear to ear. “And I’ve got the perfect partner for the job.” He gestured to a figure in the corner of the room, and out stepped Shellby, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
“Shellby will be with you every step of the way,” Sam continued. “She’ll guide you through the streets, show you where the real magic happens. And don’t worry about the camera work,” he added, placing a small, high-definition camera in Christ’s hand. “This little baby will capture every moment in crystal clear detail.”
Christ’s grip tightened around the camera, his heart racing at the thought of what the night had in store. Jill, ever the professional, took a deep breath and slipped into her costume, a sexy Santa outfit that left little to the imagination. Shellby, dressed as a naughty elf, gave them both a nod of encouragement.
“Remember, this isn’t just about the sex,” she said, her voice low and serious. “It’s about bringing happiness to those who need it most.”
With that, they set off into the cold December night, the engine of the sports car purring like a contented kitten. They drove through the glitz and glamour of the city, passing the gleaming skyscrapers and neon lights, until they reached the stark reality of Skid Row. The stark contrast was a sobering reminder of the world outside their bubble of success and excess.
Shellby navigated the streets with ease, her eyes scanning the shadowy figures that huddled in doorways and alleys. “I know these streets like the back of my hand,” she said, her voice filled with a mix of pride and sadness. “I was born and raised here. It’s where I learned the art of giving and receiving pleasure.”
Her gaze grew distant as she remembered the hardships of her youth. “When I was just a little girl, I had to fight for everything,” she began, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Food, warmth, protection. Sex was the currency of survival, and I learned to wield it like a weapon.” She glanced at Christ and Jill, her expression earnest. “But it wasn’t all bad. I met some amazing people along the way, people who taught me that love and kindness could exist even in the darkest of places.”
Her eyes focused on Sam, and she continued her story. “Sam, he found me one Christmas Eve, just like we’re about to do for others tonight. I was working the streets, dressed in nothing but a torn pair of panties and a tattered shirt. He didn’t look at me with pity or disgust. He saw potential, a spark that needed nurturing.”
Shellby’s voice grew softer, the memories of that fateful encounter etched into her soul. “He taught me everything I know, from the art of seduction to the power of authentic connection. Because of him, I’m not just surviving anymore. I’m living. And I owe it all to the kindness he showed me when I had nothing to give back.”
Christ and Jill listened, their hearts swelling with respect for their friend. They had always known that the porn industry wasn’t all glamour and glitz, but they had never considered the profound impact it could have on someone’s life. “Sam’s always had a heart of gold,” Jill murmured, her voice filled with affection.
Shellby nodded, her eyes shining with gratitude. “He always said that porn was better than the streets because, with us, you get to keep the memories, the power of the moment,” she said. “Prostitution, it’s a one-time deal. But in porn, we create something that lives on, that brings joy to people for years. It’s like we’re giving a piece of ourselves that keeps on giving.”
Her words hung in the air, and Christ felt a sudden surge of understanding. It was more than just the sex, more than the thrill of the taboo. It was about sharing their love, their passion, with the world. And if they could bring a little bit of that to the people on Skid Row, then maybe they could make a real difference.
Shellby’s words echoed in his mind as they arrived at their first destination, a dilapidated shelter with a flickering neon sign that read “Merry Christmas.” The air was thick with the smell of despair and desperation, but as they stepped out of the car, their hearts were filled with a newfound purpose.
Christ took a deep breath, his hand trembling slightly as Shellby raised Jill’s skirt, exposing the tops of her stockings. Her round, firm ass was almost visible, the thin strip of fabric barely covering the cleft between her cheeks. He felt a jolt of excitement as he realized that they were about to embark on a journey that would take their love and lust to a whole new level.
Shellby looked over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “You ready to capture some magic, Christ? Just turn on the cam” she asked, her voice thick with anticipation.
Christ nodded, his thumb flicking the record button. The red light blinked, and the camera was live. Shellby turned back to Jill, her nimble fingers deftly tying her wrists together behind her back. The blonde moaned softly as her full breasts spilled out from the top of her unbuttoned blouse, her hardened nipples peeking through the fabric.
“Choose wisely, darling,” Shellby murmured, her breath hot against Jill’s ear. “You’re about to become the star of a very special show.”
Jill’s eyes scanned the room, her heart racing. She saw the hope and need in the eyes of the men and women who had gathered around them. They were a mix of ages and sizes, each with their own stories etched into their faces. She knew that she had the power to bring them a moment of joy, a brief escape from their harsh realities.
Taking a deep breath, she pointed to a young black fat woman with sad eyes and a shivering frame. “Her,” Jill said, her voice firm. “Let’s start with her.”
Shellby nodded, her eyes gleaming with approval. She stepped over to the woman, whispering something in her ear that made her eyes widen in shock and excitement. The woman named Bea looked over at Jill, her gaze hungry and hopeful.
Shellby walked over to her, her hips swaying with confidence. She took Bea’s hand, leading her and Jill to a makeshift stage they had set up in the middle of the room. The crowd parted for them, their eyes never leaving the erotic spectacle.
Jill stepped onto the stage, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But she also felt a strange sense of power, knowing that she was about to give these people something they hadn’t felt in a long time: hope.
Shellby whispered to Bea, who nodded eagerly. She was trembling with excitement and fear, but she allowed herself to be led. Christ followed them, the camera capturing every step, every tremble. He could feel the anticipation building in the room, the air thick with the scent of sex and desperation.
Shellby turned to Bea, her eyes full of understanding. “You’ve been feeling lonely, haven’t you?” she asked, her voice like a warm embrace. Bea nodded, her eyes brimming with tears. “Well, tonight, you’re going to feel like the most desired woman in the world. Take this my white slave woman, take her to fullfill your desire”
Shellby handed a small bottle of lube, and with trembling hands, began to apply it to Bea’s clit, her thumb circling the swollen bud. Bea gasped, her body jolting at the sudden contact. The room grew quiet, all eyes transfixed on the intimate scene unfolding before them.
Christ zoomed in with the camera, capturing the raw emotion on the woman’s face as Jill’s touch grew bolder. He could see the tension in her body, the way she leaned into Jill’s caress. The blonde milf leaned down, her pink tongue flicking out to taste the black woman’s arousal. The crowd around them held their breath, the only sound the wet smack of flesh on flesh.
Shellby whispered in Bea’s ear, guiding her to undo Jill’s stockings and expose her plump, creamy thighs. Bea’s eyes never left Jill’s, a silent question lingering. Jill nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips, and Bea leaned in, her tongue tracing the length of Jill’s leg. The room grew hotter, the air charged with a current of sexual energy.
Christ panned the camera around, capturing the rapt faces of the audience, their eyes glazed with desire. He knew they were watching something special, something that transcended the typical porn scene. It was raw, it was real, and it was a testament to the power of love and acceptance.
Bea’s tentative touch grew bolder, her hands exploring Jill’s body with a newfound confidence. Jill moaned, her head falling back as she surrendered to the pleasure. The sight of his mother, the woman he loved so deeply, sharing herself so openly, was almost too much for Christ to handle. He felt his cock strain against his pants, his own need growing with every whimper and gasp that escaped Jill’s lips.
Shellby stepped back, allowing Bea to take the lead. The young woman’s hands roamed over Jill’s curves, her fingers slipping into her wetness, her eyes never leaving the blonde’s face. The audience watched, their own desires reflected in their eyes. Some had started to touch themselves, unable to resist the erotic display before them.
Jill’s eyes searched for Christ’s, finding his gaze as he filmed them. He could see the love and trust in her eyes, and it only served to make him harder. He knew that she was okay with this, that she wanted this just as much as he did. The realization sent a thrill through him, and he nodded, giving her the green light to continue.
With a final kiss, Bea turned Jill around, positioning her so that her ass was in the air. She reached for the lube again, and with a wink at Christ, began to coat Jill’s tight hole. Jill’s breath hitched as she felt the cool liquid slide into her, the sensation sending shockwaves through her body.
Shellby stepped up behind Christ, her massive breasts pressing against his back. She whispered into his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. “You know what to do,” she said, her voice thick with lust. “Show them how much you love your mother.”
Christ took a deep breath, his hand shaking as he unzipped his pants. He pulled out his cock, feeling the weight of the moment. This was more than just a scene for a porn movie; it was a declaration of their love, a statement to the world that they were unbreakable.
He stepped closer to Jill, his cock nudging against her slick opening. She looked back at him, her eyes filled with love and lust. He didn’t need to ask for permission; they were in this together, always. With one swift motion, he pushed into her, feeling her body stretch to accommodate him.
The crowd let out a collective groan, their own desires mirroring the scene before them. Bea watched in amazement as Christ began to thrust into Jill, his movements sure and steady. She felt a pang of jealousy, but also a strange sense of belonging. This was a moment of pure connection, a shared experience that transcended the boundaries of race and class.
Shellby reached around Christ, her hand wrapping around his cock, guiding him deeper into Jill. The three of them moved together, their bodies a tapestry of passion. Bea leaned in, her own hand slipping into her pants as she watched the couple before her.
The room was alive with energy, the air electric. The porn stars had become more than just entertainers; they were symbols of hope and acceptance. As Christ and Jill reached their climax, the crowd erupted into cheers and applause. They had given them more than just a show; they had given them a glimpse into a world where love knew no limits.
The Walkers and Shellby stood on the stage, basking in the adoration. They had done it. They had taken their love to the streets and shared it with those who needed it most. The applause was deafening, but to them, it was the sound of hearts opening, of barriers being broken down.
As they stepped off the stage, Shellby whispered into Jill’s ear. “You’re a natural, baby,” she said, her voice filled with pride. “You’re going to go far in this industry.”
Jill looked at Christ, her eyes shining with excitement. “We’re going to do amazing things,” she murmured. “Together.”
Christ nodded, his heart swelling with love for his mother, for Shellby, and for the people they had just shared themselves with. “Merry Christmas, Skid Row,” he said, raising the camera in a toast.
The night was just beginning, and the Walkers were ready to spread their own brand of Christmas cheer. The camera rolled on, capturing every moment of their journey through the dark streets, their love shining like a beacon of hope.
Shellby directed them to the next stop, a large, dimly lit water channel that snaked its way through the heart of the city. The air was damp and cool, the water below a murky reflection of the neon lights that danced on the surface. The homeless had set up makeshift shelters along the banks, a stark reminder of the stark contrast between their world and the glamour of Lustfull Productions.
Christ and Jill followed her lead, the thump of their hearts in sync with the rhythm of their steps. As they approached a small gathering, Shellby turned to Jill, a glint of mischief in her eye. With a swift move, she tied Jill’s wrists behind her back with a velvet ribbon, leaving her vulnerable and exposed in the open space.
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