Chapter 6: Free Use Mommy Obeys Her Son

Tony Carter – Day 2

Church service was over. The congregation was getting up to talk to each other, share in their fellowship. I stood naked over Mrs. Bishop, the preacher’s wife, and her daughter Jenny. They both dripped in my cum and licked up my jizz.

It was so hot watching them gather my spunk and share it with each other. They snowballed it back and forth. I hadn’t even told them to do that. They were so eager to be used by me and make me happy, they just did it.

The device that P created was amazing. Did he ever use it? Or was it just lost to the dark corner of the web where I stumbled across it? The only person who had ever taken his discovery seriously. Shame, he was a genius.

It worked.

Reverend Bishop slapped his hand down on my shoulder. “Thank you for using my wife and daughter. You should come over and have lunch.”

Mrs. Bishop broke the kiss with her daughter, cum dripping from her chin and splatting on her breast. “Oh, yes, you have to come over for lunch, Tony.”

“Please, please, say you will,” Jenny moaned, her small breasts quivering.

“Sure, sure,” I said. “Now keep licking up that cum.”

They both attacked the other’s face. They gathered up my cum that coated them and shared it with each other. Reverend Bishop squeezed my shoulder and headed off to talk. I smiled and noticed that Yasmina, a Hispanic cutie my age, and her mother, Mrs. Jimenez were staring at me with eager eyes. They wanted to be used.

“Maybe next Sunday,” I told them. “If you two impress me.”

“Of course,” Mrs. Jimenez said.

I went back down to look at the preacher’s wife and daughter cleaning up my spunk. They were kissing again, their tongues dancing as they swapped my pearly jizz back and forth. It was so delicious. I watched for a few more minutes.

“Okay, we’ll leave after I talk to my mom and sister,” I said. “So get dressed.”

I headed away from them and realized I could have told them to stay naked. No one would care. I could parade them nude through a nunnery and no one would bat an eye. I mean, I just fucked them in the middle of Sunday service. Plus, I was naked.

Mom, Debbie, and Bitch were all staring at me with hope. They must be so wet. Mom had this smoldering heat in her eyes. Dad was looking a tad miffed. I bet he wanted some from Mom, but she was a prude.

Except with me.

“I’m going over to the Bishops’ for lunch,” I said.

“Oh,” Debbie said, my little sister’s face falling. Bitch’s did, too, surprisingly.

Mom put on a brave smile. “Well, you do have a crush on her. I suppose that’s supposed to be expected.”

“So while I’m having lunch, Mom, I want you to shave Debbie’s pussy,” I said. “I want her bare from now on. So that’s your job to make sure she’s ready to be used by me in that way. When I see you two for evening service, she better have a bald twat.”

“Of course, honey,” Mom said and gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek like she always would. “Have fun at lunch.”

I didn’t want a chaste kiss from my mom. I kissed her full on the lips, savoring the feel of her plump mouth. She moaned as I did that, my hands sliding around to grip her ass. I squeezed her as Debbie bounced with excitement.

I broke the kiss with Mom and ducked down to plant a hot one on my little sister’s lips. She moaned into my mouth, her tongue wiggling past my lips. She was such a dear. I cupped her small breast through her dress, feeling her hard nipple.

“I’ll be as bare as a hardwood floor, big brother!” Debbie said brightly when I broke the kiss.

I winked at her before glancing at Bitch. I smacked her on the ass. “Be good.”

“Yes, Master,” she moaned.

I turned and found that Mrs. Bishop, Jenny, and Mr. Bishop were behind me. They looked ready to go. I grinned as we headed to their house. They lived in a cottage behind the church. The church owned it having been left to the congregation by an old man. He never attended church, but the women had always looked after him. Brought him food. Checked up on him. When he died, he willed all his land to the church.

It was a nice house with a duck pond behind it. Mr. Bishop pulled out his keys and opened the front door. He held it open, nodding. “Make yourself at home, son.”

“I plan on it,” I said.

I glanced at the two women as they followed in. “Why don’t you go upstairs and slip into nothing? I want you both naked. Well, Mrs. Bishop, you can wear an apron. Mothers in aprons are so hot.”

“Sure,” Mrs. Bishop said.

“I’ll make sure my wife’s nice and stripped,” said Mr. Bishop and squeezing his wife’s ass.

She laughed and kissed him. They had a close relationship. So different from my parents. Mom acted like she hated being touched by Dad most of the time. They had sex at the same time on Friday every week like clockwork. I decided to adjust my plans.

Mrs. Bishop could be used by me and still satisfy her husband, but Mom ... I had a feeling she would be busy every Friday evening. Hell, she didn’t want to have sex with Dad anyways. She just did her “wifely” duty.

It made me wonder if she wasn’t secretly gay? Or maybe she was just asexual.

Obviously, being a free-use slut was caused by the device. It wasn’t really her.

Still, I had an idea to explore with Mom and her sexuality. That was for the future. For now, I was eager to have fun with the Bishops. They all headed upstairs. I was already naked. It felt nice out in the sun. I didn’t even bat an eye. My clothes would be fine in the church.

Jenny came racing down the stairs first, her small breasts quivering. She was so cute. My age but she looked younger. She came up to me and preened. I did have such a crush on her. I was going to marry her. She would make the perfect free-use wife.

“We’re getting married,” I told her. I had already.

“I know!” she squealed, bouncing up and down. We’d have to do all the engagement stuff. That was for the future, though.

My uncle might be getting married soon. I remember Dad talking about his younger brother being serious with his girlfriend. Was she hot? If I went to the wedding, I could use her in such delicious ways. My cock throbbed hard.

“You’re thinking naughty things,” Jenny said. “Your, um, cock is jiggling.”

“Yep,” I said as Mrs. Bishop and her husband came downstairs. She was naked, her big boobs bouncing. Her husband was in sweatpants and a T-shirt.

“Let me get started on lunch,” Mrs. Bishop said as she headed for the kitchen. She grabbed an apron hanging on a hook that said, “God Bless This House” on the front. It covered her breasts. Barely. They were large and swaying. “Cold cuts on sandwiches okay?”

“Sounds great,” I said, sitting down on the couch.

Mr. Bishop took his recliner and leaned back in it, groaning. Jenny went to sit beside me, but I pointed to my cock. She nodded eagerly. She stood in front of me with her cute rump. I bet she had a tasty asshole. She reached between her legs and grabbed my cock. She slowly sat down on me as her mother busied herself in the kitchen.

I groaned at that hot kiss of the girl’s pussy on my dick. She whimpered as she sank down my cock. I groaned as that hot, young cunt swallowed my dick. It was incredible having my future wife’s twat devouring my rod.

Jenny leaned back into me and squirmed there. She had such a hot and tight pussy. I held her in my arms, my chin resting on her head. She was short. I liked that. My hands slid up and cupped her small breasts. I found her nipples and pinched them.

“Sir,” I said, glancing at the preacher, “I would love to date your daughter.”

“Well, of course you can,” the preacher said, smiling as I twisted his daughter’s nipples. “You’re a good, young man.”

“You don’t have a problem that I’m twisting your daughter’s nipples?” I asked, Jenny whimpering.

“You can use her how you want, young man,” he said, smiling. “You’re blessed.”

“I am,” I said, smiling. My dick throbbed in her pussy. “And your wife? Do you like that I use her?”

“I’m glad that you find my wife to be worthy of being used. She’s a good woman. I love her a lot. She’s made me happy, and it makes her happy to be used by you.”

“Good, good,” I said. “I hope she fucks you a lot in the bedroom. I don’t want you cumming in her pussy until she’s pregnant with my child, but her mouth and asshole are yours to use.”

“I’ve never used her asshole,” he admitted, his daughter squeezing her cunt down on my dick.

“Sir, fuck your wife in the ass every evening before you go to bed,” I said. “And have her suck your dick clean after. I think that will bring you close, and I want her used like that. Once she’s pregnant, you can alternate fucking her in the pussy.”

“I will,” he said. “If that’s how you want my wife used, I won’t say no to it.”

“Nor will I,” called Mrs. Bishop. “I must say, Trent, I did enjoy being sodomized by him. It was a delight.”

“Good, good,” he said as Jenny squirmed on me, humming.

“In fact, I think you and your wife should have a special Sunday tradition,” I said. “Bring home any woman from church with you, fuck her in the pussy, Mr. Bishop, then fuck your wife in the ass as she eats the creampie. Yes, yes, you deserve that.”

“Why thank you,” he said.

“That sounds fun,” said Mrs. Bishop.

I smiled at that. I was glad that they would have that level of fun. It was good to do that to them. Mrs. Bishop came in with sandwiches on plates. She sat down on the couch beside Jenny and me, though not snuggled close. Jenny had both our lunches on it. It was a tad awkward to eat like this, but it was very fulfilling to have a hot pussy around my cock as I ate.

Jenny giggled as she worked her pussy up and down my cock as we finished up. Her mother and father were chatting like this weren’t going on. Like their little girl wasn’t riding my dick. It was just so hot to feel her doing that.

“I really think we need to do something about the hydrangeas,” Mrs. Bishop said. “They’re just not coming in right.”

I groaned as Jenny giggled. She was working her cunt up and down my cock with such a delicious speed. Not fast, but it wasn’t slow. It was just a perfect way to tease me. I loved the feeling of her doing that. The pressure grew and grew in my nuts as she rode me.

I gripped her hips and held worked her pussy up and down my cock. She felt amazing. She squeezed her cunt around me. I groaned at the heat building and building in my nuts. I would have a huge burst of cum.

“So we’ll have to buy new ones?” her husband said.

“I’m afraid so.”

“Oh, oh, that’s so good,” whimpered Jenny. “Oh, I love you so much, Tony.”

“That’s how I want to use you,” I said. “I want you to love me with all your heart. No reservation.”

“None,” she moaned, plunging her cunt down my cock. “Oh, Mommy, Daddy, I love Tony with all my heart. I just know that God intends me to be his bride!”

“That’s wonderful,” purred Mrs. Bishop.

“Mmm, come give her a congratulatory kiss,” I groaned as I savored that hot pussy working up and down my cock.

Mrs. Bishop rose, her big boobs swaying behind her breasts. She moved before us, leaning over. I stared down the front of her apron at her heavy tits dangling before her. She planted her mouth right on her daughter’s lips.

They melted together in a hot kiss.

I loved that. My dick throbbed in Jenny’s pussy. She kissed her mother with passion, throwing her arms around her mother’s neck. I gripped her hips tighter and worked that hot cunt up and down my cock. I would just dump my load into her.

I loved this.

Her hot pussy squeezed me tight. I loved that hot snatch around me. It was just a thrill to feel her cunt massaging me. They made out as Jenny plunged her cunt down my dick. She took me to the root and squealed in delight.

Her pussy convulsed around my cock.

“Your daughter’s cumming on my dick,” I groaned to Reverend Bishop.

“Good, good,” he said, nodding as his wife kept making out with his daughter.

The pressure at the tip of my cock hit that bursting point. I erupted into that hot pussy. I filled her to the brim with all my jizz. It was so good having that cum spurting out of my cock. I loved every second of it.

I savored every second of that hot twat massaging my dick. I loved it so much. I pumped my load into her pussy again and again. Jenny squealed into her mother’s lips, the pair sharing their incestuous kiss as I filled the girl up to the brim.

“Damn,” I groaned as I erupted one more time into her pussy. “Sir, I love your daughter. And I love her pussy.”

“If she’s to be your wife, you should,” said the preacher. He glanced at his wife. “I love her.”

“And her pussy?” I asked.

He nodded.

“I love your wife’s pussy, too,” I said. “And her ass. I think I want to fuck her ass while she licks out my cum from your daughter’s cunt. Tell your wife to do that, sir.”

“Honey, eat out cum from our daughter’s cunt while Tony fucks you in the ass,” he said, a jovial smile on his head.

Mrs. Bishop broke the kiss. “Mmm, he is the head of the family. I do try to be led by him.” She winked at me. “But you’re the head of everyone’s family after the Lord, Tony.”

It was so crazy how they had rationalized it, but I wasn’t complaining as Mrs. Bishop helped her daughter slid off my cock. The girl sat on the couch beside me. Mrs. Bishop went to kneel down, but the coffee table was in the way.

“Shall we, son?” Mr. Bishop asked, rising and moving to one end of it.

I stood, my wet dick bobbing, and grabbed the other. We moved it up against the TV, giving me plenty of room to sodomize Mrs. Bishop. She smiled at us before she ducked her head down and nuzzled into her daughter’s sloppy cunt.

I dropped to my knees, my cock slapping down on her rump. I pressed my wet dick into her butt-crack as she feasted on the cum I left in her daughter’s snatch. The incest was so hot. The fact the preacher sat down to watch was even hotter.

I found his wife’s asshole and drilled against her. She moaned as her anal ring widened and widened for my cock. It was a treat. I loved every second of this. I savored it so much. She whimpered and gasped as I popped into her bowels.

“Oh, Lord, yes!” she moaned into her daughter’s snatch.

“Sodomize Mommy, Tony!” gasped my cute bride-to-be. I’d have to do the proposing, but that could wait. We had to “date” for a while.

We would have such kinky dates.

I sank deeper and deeper into Mrs. Bishop’s bowels, her husband watching on. It was so hot. The MILF moaned into her daughter’s stanch, licking up my jizz spilling out of the nubile cutie. I loved this device. P was just amazing.

I sank deeper and deeper into Mrs. Bishop’s asshole until I bottomed out in her. She moaned into her daughter’s snatch. She lapped and lapped at that cutie’s cunt. Jenny whimpered, her small boobs jiggling. She ran her fingers through her mommy’s black tresses.

“Oh, Mommy, lick out every drop of Tony’s cum,” cooed the naughty girl.

“Yes,” whimpered Mrs. Bishop, her asshole clenching down around me.

I loved the sensation of her bowels massaging my dick as I drew back. I groaned, gripping the MILF’s hips. The preacher’s wife felt so glorious around my cock. The velvety massage suffused the tip of my dick in sinful bliss.

I rammed back into her asshole. She gasped into her daughter’s sloppy cunt as my dick filled her up. Her butt-cheeks jiggled from the impact. I groaned and drew back again. I fucked the preacher’s wife hard in the ass.

I pounded her bowels. I hammered her anal sheath. She groaned as she licked up my cum from her daughter’s pussy. Jenny whimpered, squirming there as she enjoyed what her mother did to her. The naughty MILF did such wicked things to her.

I loved it.

I pumped away at her asshole. I buried into her anal sheath again and again. It was so amazing to have all this pleasure washing around me. It was wondrous. Glorious. I reveled in my powers over these women. Over the preacher.

Over the world.

I grinned from ear to ear. I had the mastery. I could do what I wanted. It was what P had given me. I shuddered with the immensity of it. The enormity of it. It was too much to think about. I felt dizzy even considering the possibilities.

So I fucked the MILF’s asshole hard and fast. I churned her up with my cock. I loved how tight she felt around my dick. Her anal sheath clamped down on me as she licked and lapped at her daughter’s sloppy cunt.

“Mmm, let’s find all that cum in you,” Mrs. Bishop purred.

“Oh, Mommy!” gasped Jenny. She sat up straight. “Mommy is rooting around in my pussy for your cum, Tony!”

“Of course she is,” I growled. “Right, sir.”

“She’s a good and faithful Christian,” said the preacher. “My wife will do whatever makes you happy, Tony. Use her.”

“Yes, yes, use me!” whimpered Mrs. Bishop. “I love being used. I love your cock fucking my asshole and the taste of your cum in my daughter’s pussy. Even that’s tasting better and better. I might like eating cunt.”

“I want you to love cunt!” I growled, fucking her asshole.

“I will!” She clamped her anal sheath tight to my dick, swelling me toward my climax. That felt just amazing. “I will love pussy with all my heart!”

I grinned at her words as I fucked her asshole. I pounded the reverend’s wife as the pressure grew and grew in my nuts. The ache swelled at the tip of my cock. I couldn’t take much more of her anal sheath.

Jenny trembled. Her mother must be licking her with passion. I heard sucking. Slurping. Mrs. Bishop slathered her tongue over her daughter’s folds. I just felt it in my heart that the MILF was devouring her daughter like she was possessed.

I grinned from ear to ear and fucked to the hilt in her asshole. I buried deep and hard into her anal sheath. It was a glorious moment. She squeezed her bowels down around me. It was wild. I loved it so much.

“Oh, oh, oh,” gasped Jenny. “Mommy!”

My girlfriend bucked on her mother’s face, her small titties quivering. Such joy blazed through Jenny’s eyes as she had a lesbian orgasm delivered by her naughty mother. I groaned, slamming into the preacher’s wife’s asshole, loving this sight.

“Oh, Tony!” gasped Mrs. Bishop. “Oh, Tony, yes!”

Her asshole spasmed around my dick. She purred her delight into her daughter’s cunt. That was so hot to hear. I was so glad to feel that anal sheath rippling around me. It felt wondrous. I buried into her anal sheath.

“Cum in me, Tony!” begged the preacher’s wife.

“Yes, yes, flood my wife’s asshole. Use her ass, young man!”

“Yes, sir!” I roared and buried into her anal sheath. I erupted into her spasming bowels. “Fuck!”

I erupted over and over into her anal sheath. I spilled all the cum that I had into her. It was glorious to flood her bowels with all the spunk that I had. Stars twinkled across my vision. Her anal sheath suckled at me.

I grunted as he moaned into her daughter’s pussy. Jenny quivered as I spurted more and more of my jizz into her mother’s asshole. I filled the preacher’s wife up with my spunk. I threw back my head as I loved every second of this.

I felt so good. Just amazing.

I erupted one last time. I panted, knowing I would have an incredible time with the Bishops. I sucked in a deep breath, that hot asshole rippling and writhing around me. Jenny panted, a big smile on her lips. Such joy shone in her eyes.

“Thank you for using us, Tony,” Jenny squealed.

“You’re welcome,” I said, pulling my dick out of her mother’s asshole. “Mmm, why don’t we go up to your parents’ room and really enjoy this threesome?”