Chapter 12: Skipping Church

“Huh? What?” I muttered, unable to open my eyes.

“I said, get up, we’re late for Church,” Dad said, shaking my shoulder. I rolled over, trying to evade his disturbing hand.

“Can’t you and Mom go alone. I’m exhausted,” I whined.

“Everyone will be disappointed. They’ll all want to see you.”

“Dad. C’mon. I really don’t feel well,” I pleaded.

“You c’mon,” Dad replied. “At least one of you has to go. Get up.”

“I can’t. Mom will. She never misses Church.”

“Mom’s too exhausted,” Dad said. “She’s staying home.”

“Dad, I just can’t. Anyway,” I appealed to his intrinsic fairness, “it wouldn’t be right for me to go alone and receive all the attention. Wait until next week when Mom and I can both be there.”

“Hmmmm. You have a point. Mother worked so hard for this. Not the least of it, all that effort keeping you up for it.”

I almost burst out laughing at that. Jesus. If Dad only knew what a mouthful he had just said.

“Ok, son. That’s very thoughtful. I’ll tell everyone you’re both just too overwhelmed by their kind response last night. Ok. That’s what I’ll do.”

And Dad was gone.

I confess, I turned over and went back to sleep but I awoke with a start only twenty minutes later.

Home alone! With Mom. Dad would be gone for hours.

I would have flung my covers off so hard they would have flown out the window had it not been so hot that I wasn’t using any. Instead, I executed a spring leap out of bed to a full stance, naked except for my undershorts, poised as if ready for a martial arts battle.

Mom was alone in bed.

I started for the door. Halfway there, I began shoving my shorts down. By the time I reached the door, I was kicking them off my feet. Naked, I strode down the hallway, feeling strong and confident. My parents’ bedroom door was ajar a few inches. Quietly, I pushed it open and entered.

Mom was lying face down on the bed, head sideways and directly on the mattress, the pillows pushed against the headboard. Her arms were aligned along her sides, hands flat on the bed, beside her hips. Mom’s legs were parted about a foot and a half, feet turned slightly inward, soles facing up. Her breathing was regular, I noted, as I walked stealthily to the end of the bed. She was naked.

Though eager, I watched Mom for a couple of minutes in silence, admiring the wrinkles on the soles of her feet, the taper of her legs from her muscled calves to the smoothness of her thighs and the tender softness on the inside. Her unblemished back provided a backdrop for the gradual descent from her buttocks to the valley in the small of her back, which itself gave way to the shallow groove rising between her shoulder blades to flatten into the slender arch of the neck that lay under her rich, brown, wavy hair.

I reached forward to slip my fingers around each ankle and ran my hand up to her knees and back, holding my fingers just tight enough to barely touch Mom’s skin. Twisting my hands around, I scratched a long line down the center of her soles with my index fingers, regained my loose hold of her ankles, and took a return trip to knee and back. Gently, I lifted Mom’s ankles and moved her feet wider until her legs were parted far enough for me to lie between them on the bed. As I neared the apex of Mom’s legs, I could tell she was breathing faster, though she had provided no indication that she wasn’t sleeping.

She’s awake, I thought as I lowered my face between her legs, using the back of my hands to pry her thighs apart. I dropped my mouth onto the bulb bulging out beneath her bum, my nose settling in her crack.

“Mmmmmmmm.” The first indication that Mom was indeed awake.

“Ohhhhhhhhh,” she moaned as my tongue finished its trace outside her pussy and moved inside, the tip of my tongue prying her flaps apart and delving into her pink slit.

“Oh god,” she sighed, reacting to my flicking tongue and the crooked fingertip that pushed underneath to rub her hooded clit.

“Unnnnnnggghhhh,” she groaned, as I wiggled my head from side to side, exacerbating the effects of my snake-like, oral digit as it pushed deep into her wet hole.

Mom’s hips rose from the mattress, The easier to tongue me, I imagined her saying. She writhed around my face, her knees working to support her wide open legs as her hips tried desperately to maneuver her pussy to ever more titillating contact. Soon, Mom’s hips were so high her legs rose straight up from her knees and I dropped my finger from her clit to pinch a nipple in each hand.

I was breathing through my nose with difficulty because it was sometimes completely covered but there was no way I was going to pull my face away. Instead, I let go of Mom’s tits and wrapped my arms around her waist, heaved her thighs onto my shoulders, and kneeled upright. Now there was no way Mom could have pulled her snooch from my head even if she wanted to. Up, I lifted myself on my knees, keeping her crotch tight to my face, lifting her completely from the bed, upside down, her head dangling free.

“Ahhhhhhh,” I sighed as Mom steadied herself, her mouth latching onto my wavering dong.

“Ummmphhhh,” I blew into her pussy as she suddenly pushed her mouth down to my root, squeezing her lips tight around the base of my super hard cock.

The rest was a rising crescendo of moans and groans as I ate and Mom sucked, my arms helping by lifting her body up and down, but I soon tired and resorted to shrugging my shoulders, finding that raising her thighs and hips was enough to suit my needs. I retained enough energy, however, to slowly thrust my cock in and out of Mom’s face. My deep entry caused her to produce copious amounts of saliva and it was soon running all over my balls. The room was filled with squishy, sucking sounds and I couldn’t tell which were from her mouth on my cock or my tongue deep in her cunt. Though Dad would be home in a few hours, I had a feeling today was different and I was in no rush for it to end. Somehow, I knew I would have time to reap my just reward.

When I came, I wondered if my father was singing a hymn. I convulsed in Mom’s mouth and found it extremely difficult to breathe as her legs clutched my head in a rapid series of uncontrolled clenches. We collapsed on the bed, falling to our sides, still gripping one another’s face, moans subsiding with the expulsion of our respective liquids. Minutes later I crawled back to my kneeling position and urged Mom to turn around. She did but instead of lying down, she straddled my closed thighs, pushing them onto my calves and my bottom back onto my heels.

“Is that what you were hoping for?” she asked.

“Not quite,” I said, noting the wild look in her eyes and hoping for more.

“Did you pray for more, then?” she persisted.

The question caught me off guard. I had no answer, unsure of what she wanted to hear.

“Maybe your father remembered you in his prayers,” she said, making me wonder what on earth she was up to.

“Mom, that’s weird. I don’t think Dad would pray for me that way.”

“No, but he might have prayed that you didn’t get this,” Mom said, scrunching her pelvis down to rub her wet pussy along my cock and onto my balls.

My cock immediately stiffened.

Mom rained soft kisses on my face, whispering to me, “I’ll bet he’s praying right now, hoping your mother is strong enough, unlike his, to ward of her son’s beautiful, hard cock.”

“Mom, that’s not fair,” I complained, loving the way her pussy had opened to allow her soaked slit to fold around my shaft, rubbing all the way up and down.

“I know. Aren’t I cruel?” Mom laughed. “I’m so bad, so wicked ... such a tease.”

She rubbed me a dozen more times.

“Are you sorry for what you did the other night, teasing me from behind like that while I was talking to your father, no less?”

“No.”

I was defiant but thankfully, Mom kept up her seductive rubbing.

“So, did you pray for it or not?”

“You know I did,” I gasped.

“And what did He say?” she cooed.

“He said it’s wrong,” I panted. Gambling that I was playing the game right, going with my gut, I gasped, “He asked what kind of slut would fuck her own son for the first time, on a Sunday?”

“I might,” Mom teased, rising up and moving forward until her slightly parted slit was poised above my cock, “but I have to know if my son is going to be a good boy from now on.”

I could feel the heat from her cunt and my loins involuntarily tried to spring up to meet it.

“Not so fast,” Mom cried, eyes dancing. “Do you promise to be a good boy?”

“Yes,” I croaked, “I’ll be a good boy.”

“That’s good,” Mom whispered, kinking her hips sufficiently that her slit dipped to briefly wet the tip of my cock. “Are you going to tease me again in front of your father?”

“No,” I wailed, trying without success to wet my helmet again.

“Ooohhh,” Mom cried in delight. “Wrong answer.”

“I mean I will, I will,” I desperately corrected my error.

“How? How will you tease me?”

“I’ll, uh, put my hands up your skirt and play with your ass.”

“Is that all?” Mom sounded disappointed.

“No, I’ll uh ... touch your pussy while you lean around the corner to talk to Dad.”

“Will you kiss it?”

“Yes,” I gasped, thrusting my hips up and succeeding in gaining entry in Mom’s wondrous slit. I almost came as her slimy lips enveloped my head.

“That’s better,” Mom shrieked, lowering herself, impaling my cock as she dropped. “I think I would like that,” she cried, starting to fuck me, her hips digging down to get me in as far as she could.

I leaned back to brace myself on my arms as Mom rose up and down, fucking my cock. After a couple of minutes, she pushed on my chest with both hands to force me onto my back, then leaned over me and really let her pelvis churn away. I realized then that, though she had been the one holding back, Mom needed this as much as I, maybe even more. I folded my arms behind my head and smugly watched her fuck me.

She looked like a woman possessed. It was a fast, furious fuck, with me occasionally arching up, almost dislodging her and Mom grabbing my arms to pull herself down, grinding and twisting so hard I thought she would tear me off at the root, her heels digging into the back of my thighs to prod me deeper inside her. It didn’t last long. In no time, she released her liquid spend, drenching my balls and scrotum, and collapsed on my chest.