Chapter 4: Mrs. Blake

I arrived home after my short walk from the church with my sticky hand still holding my cunt full of Pastor Blake’s cum, knowing Amy would love it. I walked into the living room and lay on the sofa, touching my clit, rubbing it slowly as I waited for Amy to arrive home from school.

“Hi Mom, I’m home,” she called out less that two minutes later.

“In here, honey,” I yelled to her. Amy walked into the living room and saw me lying on the sofa. I was naked, having removed my tank top and my skirt.

“Hi Mom. God you look hot!” she grinned, walking over to me.

“I have a surprise for you,” I said, dropping one leg to the floor while raising my other leg up on top of the sofa, spreading myself wide open for her.

“Fuck, Mom, that’s so fucking hot! What a gorgeous creampie,” Amy squealed, immediately dropping to the floor in front of my cunt. “Who fucked you? Daddy?”

“No baby. You’ll never believe it. It was Pastor Blake!” I said, excited to tell her about it.

“PASTOR BLAKE? No WAY!” Amy clapped, moving closer to my cunt.

I explained what had happened ... what I’d done, and said, “Taste him, Amy. Like some kind of holy communion, you know? Suck his cum out of me, baby. Do it. Eat it!” I growled, holding my cunt lips open for my young teenage daughter.

“Oh God, Mom, this is so HOT!” Amy gasped, immediately plunging her mouth into my wet, mushy cunt, sucking me, licking me, tasting the good pastor’s cum as it oozed out of my whore pussy and into my young daughter’s mouth, her fingers rubbing the wet folds of her own cunt then.

“UMMMMM!” Amy moaned, licking me faster.

“I told him I’d let him fuck you, too, Amy,” I gasped. “Would you like that? Would you like to fuck Pastor Blake? Would you do it?”

“YESSSSS!” Amy shouted, licking me again.

“I want to take you to him, Amy. But I want his wife there, too, watching us, helping us. I want to sacrifice you to him ... in the church. On the altar of the church, Amy. Would you do that? Would you fuck him on the church’s altar?”

“YESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!” she screamed, masturbating faster, her hand up under her skirt, her mouth licking and kissing and sucking and sliding all over my cum-oozing cunt.

I came then, hard, as did Amy, and when our bodies finally began to relax we talked about how we’d do it. I decided to invite Ruth Blake over to talk with her about something, and Amy agreed to help me seduce her. Moments later I was on the phone, calling Ruth, telling her I had to speak with her immediately. As I suspected she would, she agreed and said she’d come right over.

Amy went upstairs and removed her clothes as we planned, and went into my bedroom and got the artificial cock out of my bedside table and gave it to her. I left on my tank top and miniskirt, and when the doorbell rang I went downstairs and opened it after telling Amy to get started.

“Hello, Mary,” Ruth Blake said, as I let her in from the front porch. “You sounded upset. What’s wrong?”

“I have a problem, Ruth, and I want to get your advice on it. You’re older than I am, and your daughter is such a lovely girl. I’m afraid my Amy is off on the wrong path, and I need to know how you handled raising such a lovely daughter as your Chrissy. You see, Ruth ... my Amy, our Amy, seems obsessed with sex ... addicted to it, really, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

“Sex, Mary?” Ruth Blake said, and unlike the look of shock I expected to see there instead I thought I saw something else ... something quite different. Lust!

“Yes, Ruth. Sex! The poor child loves to play with herself. She masturbates continually and goes around the house either naked or wearing only a pair of bikini panties. Naturally it has driven poor Ken wild ... to the point where ... well ... I don’t know if I can say this to you or not. You must promise you won’t tell anyone.”

“You can trust me, Mary. Tell me! What’s happened?” she asked, eager to hear the details.

“Well ... the other night ... oh God, this is so difficult,” I said, moving to Ruth, hugging her, pressing my tits into her. She was wearing a simple housedress, and I know she could feel my large nipples poking into her as I hugged her.

“What, Mary? Tell me,” she coaxed.

“The other night as we were watching TV together Amy came out and sat next to Kenneth, right there, on that very sofa, and she was practically naked, just wearing a pair of her thong panties and a thin tee shirt, and when my husband saw her his ... his COCK got hard, Ruth. AND AMY SAW IT and she laughed and TEASED him about it, asking him if she made him hot!”

“Oh God!” Ruth breathed, her eyes definitely feeling lusty now.

“Yes, Ruth. And ... and while I watched Amy REACHED OVER AND TOUCHED IT. SHE TOUCHED KENNETH’S COCK, Ruth!” I gasped, pretending shock.

“Oh Lord! What did Ken do?” Ruth asked quickly.

“He ... he allowed it, Ruth. And he got real big, and watching them got to me, and I feel as though Satan came into the room then and crawled right up inside me and made me touch myself as I watched them, Ruth. Right here!” I said, reaching down to cup my crotch.

“No! You didn’t! Mary James, you poor thing. My, how that must have filled you with sinful guilt!”

“Yes, Ruth. It did. But I ... I couldn’t stop, just like I can’t seem to stop now. You see, Ruth,” I said, my face close to hers, noticing the thin layer of sweat on her lips, the excitement in her eyes... “once I touch myself I can’t stop until I make myself come. Do you touch yourself, Ruth? Do you?” I asked anxiously.

“Oh Mary,” she laughed. “Of course I do, hon. Just because my husband is a minister doesn’t mean I don’t have earthly desires. And we all know how good it feels to pleasure ourselves, don’t we.”

“I’m SO relieved to hear that, Ruth. Does Pastor Blake know? Does he masturbate as well?” I asked, my eyes wide with pretended shock.

“John? Masturbate?” she laughed. “Oh my heavens, no. And he has no idea his wife does it either ... or his daughter.”

“Chrissy masturbates, too, Ruth?” I asked, openly rubbing myself in front of her. She glanced down at my cunt, then at my nipples, and said, “Yes, Mary. Chrissy masturbates.”

“How do you know, Ruth?” I asked.

“Because I caught her doing it,” she said in a throaty voice.

“Did she see you ... watching her?” I asked, my cunt wet now, and with Ruth looking down at it I reached inside my panties and ran my fingers into my wetness.

“Mary, you probably shouldn’t do that in front of me, dear,” Ruth said, her nipples also hardening.

“Did she see you, Ruth? Did you see Chrissy naked? Her tits? She’s a beautiful girl. Very sexy. God I’d love to have seen that ... her naked body stretched out on a bed, long legs spread, fingers rubbing her cunt, like this!” I cooed.

“I ... yes, Mary. I did see her naked. And she is beautiful. Much prettier than I am,” Ruth said.

“Did she see you watching her?” I asked again.

“No ... no she didn’t. And I didn’t want her to see me, because...”

“Because what, Ruth? Because it excited you? Because it made you want to go into her room and lie with her, and have sex with her?”

“Mary! That ... that would be incest! I could never do that,” she breathed, and I noticed her unconsciously clamping her legs together. She was hot. And I was going to make her much hotter before we were through.