Chapter 1

Anna Murray brushed back her long, fine blonde hair as she watched her husband Paul pull on his Navy officer's uniform.

"How long are you going to be gone this time?" she asked apprehensively as she watched his husky, eight-inch cock pop into his white cotton Jockey shorts. Anna could still feel her husband's jizz leaking out from between her sore, slackening cunt-lips. She raised her left hand and rubbed her hard, brown nipples as she prayed God that he'd be back soon.

"I don't know exactly, honey," Paul said as he tucked in his khaki shirt. "The C.O. said something about three weeks."

Three weeks! Anna moaned out loud and closed her eyes, picturing her husband's cock jerking wildly against her parted lips. She could see that powerful, throbbing vein that ran from the base of his mammoth prick to its swollen, pulsating head. Three weeks without Paul's dick! She didn't know if she'd be able to control the feelings that were beginning to grow in her toward her son Greg.

"Hey, it's not the end of the world, babe," her husband said softly as he sat down at the edge of the bed and ran his powerful fingers over her pendulous tits. "You think I'd go off and leave that pussy of yours if I didn't have to?"

"You don't understand! Oh, God, you don't understand," Anna moaned as she rolled over on her belly and beat the cum-stained bed sheets with her fists.

"Hey, if you're worried about someone breaking in, Greg's going to be here all the time. Today's the last day of school, so he'll be around to protect you," Paul said as he leaned over and gave her juicy snatch a farewell kiss.

Greg... Oh, Greg! Anna thought to herself as she felt her cunt spasm crazily. She pictured her son-eighteen years old and every inch a man. His thick, wavy black hair curled across his wide forehead and behind his ears. Greg's body was like his father's-tapered like an hour-glass, muscular, and covered with a bushy, wiry matting of black body hair. And his cock.

"Ohhhh," Anna cried out involuntarily as she remembered the night she caught him jacking off in his bedroom. Both of them were too embarrassed to do or say anything for several seconds. During that time Anna stared lovingly at her son's hard, long prick as it twitched between his fingers. It was then that she first realized she wanted his prick stuffed inside her cunt.

"Hey, come on, babe. I've got to go, and I don't want to leave you groaning like this," Paul said as he leaned over again and kissed her lightly on the

back of her neck.

"Do-do you want me to drive you down to the pier?" Anna asked in a strained voice as she fought back the tears.

"That's all right, hon. Some of the guys are picking me up in a few minutes," Paul said as he picked up his briefcase and started to walk out of the bedroom.

"Paul... " Anna started to say. Her husband turned around, and she shook her head. She couldn't tell him the real reason she didn't want him to leave.

"I'll be back sooner than you know it," he said over his shoulder as Anna heard him walk out of the house.

"Oh, God. Oh, God," she moaned softly to herself over and over as she slid her fingers under her belly and inched them down to her contracting cunt. Images of her son floated through her mind as she held her pussy-lips apart and slid her forefinger into her hot hole. "Mmmm," Anna groaned softly as she stirred them gently against the sides of her snatch walls, then slid them up until they bumped against her twitching clit.

"Hey, Mom, breakfast ready yet?" Greg called out from his next-door bedroom.

"I-In j-just a second, honey," Anna stammered as she pulled out her juice-slicked fingers and rolled out of her king-sized bed.

"I'm starved!" the boy shouted out.

Anna heard his door opening and she ran for the bathroom to get her robe.

"Hey!" Greg cried out in surprise as his mother

crashed into him.

"Ohhhh!" Anna groaned as she felt her mammoth titties fly up and flop against her son's bare, hairy chest.

"Gee, sorry, Mom. I didn't know you were out in the hall," Greg said breezily as he wrapped his arms around Anna's slender body to regain his balance. It all seemed perfectly innocent. Yet Anna thought that her son's embrace was getting a little too friendly for comfort.

"I'm all right now, Greg," Anna said, pushing her son gently away. The hair on his chest rubbed like sandpaper across her erect, brown nipples and made them tingle deliciously as she walked quickly into the bathroom.

"You'd better hurry up, Mom. I don't want to be late for classes on the last day," Greg said as he sauntered up to the partially opened bathroom door.

Anna had just tied her robe together and was walking out into the hallway when she saw that Greg was blocking her way. She started to say something, then lowered her eyes and noticed a growing bulge beginning to protrude more and more from her son's tight Levi's.

"I... uh... " Anna said stupidly as she felt her cunt walls rumble with passion and lust. A trickle of something hot and wet oozed out front between her swelling, reddening snatch-lips as she felt her nipples roasting under her robe. "I think I'd better get some food down into that stomach of yours before you fly out of here," Anna forced herself to say lightly as she brushed by Greg and walked into

the kitchen.

"What are your plans for the day?" Greg said as he followed closely behind her.

Anna swallowed hard and swore that she wouldn't turn around to gape at what she knew was the massive, hard bulge of his cock as she opened the refrigerator and took out the milk.

"Oh, the wives of some of the officers from your father's ship are getting together for a luncheon over at the O Club today. The new chaplain's supposed to be there, and I guess it's only proper that I go," Anna sighed.

"Sounds dull," Greg said as he gulped down the dry cereal. "Don't forget the meeting of the Sea Scouts tomorrow. The guys are all looking forward to coming over here," Greg said as he jumped up from the table and ran back to his bedroom to finish dressing.

"And what am I supposed to do with eight teenagers?" Anna asked as she followed Greg automatically to his room.

"We're just getting together to make plans for the summer outing. Dad's in charge of it this year, so it just seemed right that we should meet over here. All you've got to do is make sure there's plenty of food for us," her son said as he pulled on a white T-shirt. You'll be fine, Mom," Greg said, kissing her lightly on the forehead as he bolted for the front door. "See you later."

Anna ran to the front window and watched Greg run down the street until he disappeared around the corner.

"Damn!" she said out loud, reaching up with

both hands and squeezing her swollen tits for relief Her cunt contracted in response. She thought of going back to beck and finger-fucking herself to a climax. But one look at the living-room clock told her that she had to get dressed quickly to make it in time for the O Club luncheon.

As she pulled into the O Club parking lot, Anna noticed a ruggedly handsome, tall blond Naval officer in dress whites talking to three women.

"Anna! Anna, come over here and meet Chaplain Thompson. I just know you'll find him fascinating," one of the women called out to her from the front patio.

"Mrs. Akins speaks too highly of me," the chaplain said, flashing a broad smile at Anna as she walked up to him and extended her right hand.

"Hilda's always one to exaggerate," Anna joked.

"Well, we've never had such a good-looking man to take over the chapel," Hilda said.

Anna had to agree with her. Chaplain Thompson's looks combined with his powerful handshake made her already steamed-up snatch grow even hotter.

"I think I'll be going to church more often," one of the others giggled nervously.

Suddenly Anna had an idea. Maybe this new chaplain would listen to her problem. She had to tell someone about the feelings she had toward her son.

As the three women turned and walked into the

club, Anna took Chaplain Thompson aside for a second and whispered in his ear.

"Please, I've got to talk to you as soon as possible," she hissed nervously.

"Official business?" he asked softly. There was something warm, comforting and inviting in his voice that made Anna's knees almost buckle under her.

"Yes, and it's urgent," she added.

"Right after the luncheon-in the chapel," he said as he took her arm and led her into the reception room.

Anna fidgeted all through the seemingly endless stream of speeches that welcomed the new chaplain. Her mind drifted and focused on Greg's powerful body, his hairy chest, his cunt-chuming cock. Occasionally Anna snapped herself out of her daydreaming and looked around. Then she saw Chaplain Thompson staring curiously at her. Slowly, Anna began to wonder if the good chaplain's interest in her was strictly professional.

Finally the last speech ended. Anna stayed in the dining room, watching Chaplain Thompson talk to the gaggle of cock-hungry Navy wives until he looked up and saw her worried expression.

"Excuse me, ladies, but I'd better get over to the chapel and get to work," he said as he flashed another broad smile and walked briskly out of the club.

Anna waited for ten minutes, then followed him. She thanked God that the chapel was empty. He stood in front of the altar, staring at her as she closed the door.

"Okay, Anna, what's wrong?" he asked kindly.

"Oh, my God, I-I-I feel sooo sick!" she cried, putting her hands over her face and sobbing loudly. The tension and guilt that had been building up for months finally broke through.

"Hey, hey, come on, the chaplain said consolingly, running tip to her and wrapping his muscular arms around her.

"Chaplain, I-" Anna started.

"Listen, call me Chet," he said, running his huge hands slowly up and down her shaking arms. "If your problem's that serious, we'd better be on a first-name basis."

Anna looked up and saw his handsome face smiling at her. Something told her that she could trust him.

"It's about my son and me," she began hesitatingly. "You see, my husband's away a lot and- Oh, God! Why beat around the bush? Chet, I want to go to bed with my own son!" Anna blurted out.

Chet opened his eyes widely and let out a low whistle.

"I see what you mean when you say you've got a problem," he said quietly. "But have you ever thought that part of it's because you might be a very lonely woman?"

"I-I guess," she said, noticing that Chet's voice was growing huskier.

"And maybe you need the right kind of man to take care of you while your husband's away," he said, pulling her closer to him and clamping his lips on hers.

"Please! Oh, my God, you re the chaplain!" Anna cried, pushing herself away from him.

"So what does that have to do with it?" he asked, laughing loudly as he continued to hold tightly onto her. "Religion's changing, and we've got to go along with the changes."

"But not this much! I-mmmggghffff!" Anna mumbled as Chet jammed his thick, hot wet lips against hers one more time. At the same time he slowly slid his hands down her sides until they cupped around her taut ass-cheeks. Kneading them gently, Chet drove his thick tongue deeper and deeper into her mouth until Anna thought she'd choke from the spittle that flowed down her throat.

"I'll lock the door," he whispered hoarsely as he ran back and bolted it shut.

"I really don't think we should do anything here," Anna said as Chet took her by the right hand and led her down the aisle to the altar.

"Sorry I don't have a bed right here, but the altar's carpeted. That should be good enough," the chaplain said as he tore open his dress white uniform jacket and revealed a muscular chest covered with a thick matting of blond hairs.

Anna stared at Chet's body, then shifted her eyes up and gaped at the crucifix that towered over the altar.

"This just doesn't seem right somehow," she said as she watched Chet strip down to his white Jockeys.

"Just get out of that dress," he panted as he leaned back against the altar rail and folded his arms across his chest.

There was something so excitingly titillating about the idea of screwing in a church that it got to Anna. Suddenly all thoughts of Paul and Greg zipped out of her mind. Maybe Chet was right. Maybe all she needed was the right kind of man-and maybe that man was the base chaplain! Chet stood there watching her disrobe, squeezing and releasing the large cock-bulge between his powerful, widely spread hairy legs as she exposed more and more of her mammoth tits. Anna shrugged her shoulders, letting the dress float to the carpeted floor. Reaching back, she unsnapped her bra. In an instant, her swollen boobs tumbled out and bobbed sensuously on her chest.