The Pastor’s Son (closed for CasualK9)

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Should I go tell this poor woman? This was the moral dilemma coursing through my very soul at the moment. I had been horrified, my classmates voting for the hottest MILF, and then when I learned what MILF meant, and further there was a bounty for … mounting!!! She couldn’t know. It really wasn’t my business, but no one deserved that. It had been my first year as a senior, which was a year later than usual, and to hear this my very first day!

I had spent the last year on a mission, rebuilding houses in Maui, Hawaii. All the work had changed me, changes I didn’t fully realize. I had been a little doughy before, six foot two with tousled brown hair, streaked with natural blonde highlights, deep baby blue eyes, basically a doppleganger for a young Brad Pitt, albeit originally out of shape. The work had transoformed me, as did one more year of puberty. The heated work and minimal meals had chiseled my frame, sculpted and defined each muscle, broadened my shoulders, and made more pronounced the broad V to my 30 inch waist, and natural 8 pack abs.

And while that was the reality, my own body image was the doughy virgin I had left as, awkward with girls, and raised to put God first! I had been told about the competition, asked to contribute, and of course, refused! But now, walking up to the door, could I really tell this poor woman of this contest that she couldn’t possibly be aware!

I was a pastor’s son, raised to hold women in respect, their bodies, their virtue! I had made a decision to tell the poor woman, see if there was any way I could help her, as I could not understand how God could allow this poor woman’s name to be sullied like this.

Pulling up to her home, it was very large. There was a car in the driveway, she was having a guest possibly? Should I come back? It had been too hard to get my courage to come this far, I needed to proceed.

Wearing a powder blue t-shirt, and sand shorts I had to be careful getting dressed. One of God’s challenges to me was having to hide the ten inch flaccid monster that slung nearly down to my knees. I tried to tuck it in tighty whities, and while a bit painful, worked, but had to be careful to avoid an unseemly bulge in my pants.

No one answered, and I went around back only to see two women, looking down into a swimming pool, as if one of them had dropped something! Knocking on the metal gate, trying to peer over, not wanting to disturb, my voice cracked at my first attempte, “Mrs. Burton?” Nothing. “Mrs. Burton, sorry to interrupt, this is Ricky Johnson, I .. went to school with your daughter .. may I speak with you?” This time I seemed to have gotten the women’s attention….
 
There was a moment I wasn’t even sure they were there, I heard a giggle above the din of the music and then there they were. Both bent over the edge of the pool, two glistening, amazing well tanned women’s bottoms being kissed by the sun as the bobbed up and down, clearly searching for something below. The first call of my name, had gone unheard which was good since my voice cracked in a combination of nervousness and seeing more flesh of a woman up close than I ever had before.

I did not realize at first, my body must have before I did, heat was flushing over, and I felt my muscles flex. I knew I should look away, I had no right to see them like this, particularly with why I was here. There was a stirring in my body, so unusual, almost dizzying. My hands were moving to open the gate, walk right in, as I called and the darker haired woman looked at me. My eyes gazed at her, one moment afraid, one drawn closer.

”Yes, Mrs. Burton .. ma’am …” She rose from the water and the plume of water from her hair was hypnotizing, like a commercial, and again a shudder though my body, I didn’t understand. “I’m so … sorry for interrupting .. It is just .. “

The one woman had nudged the other, now the blond looked at me, she was stunning, I had never seen .. how could those kids at school say such a thing? My heart was beating so fast.

Now nearing you, your full forms on display, I should not be seeing, trying to look away but can’t, like Icharus, “I’ve come to tell you something, and I am so sorry to be the one… oh .. oh … excuse me, I’m Ricky Johnson, Pastor Johnson’s son, I went to school with your daughter …before I left …” I was jabbering, this was so confusing!

Reaching out my hand, trying to make my eyes not look all the places they seemed to want to go, fighting my own head from dropping just trying to look into your eyes, first one of you, then the other .. “Which one of you is Mrs. Burton?”
 
Ricky didn’t really know how to respond to any of what was happening, and as time and this conversation went on, it would become ever more glaringly obvious to him, how ill equipped and ill prepared he was to have it. And that was even without these most unusual stirring he seemed to be feeling everywhere.

In fairness to Ricky, he had no idea such women existed, not in these proportions so prominantly and prodigously on display. He was licking his lips, had the sun suddenly gotten that much hotter?

”Oh yes … no… uh … it isn‘t normal at all, it was just with the car in the driveway, I thought someone must .. and I thought it was important you knew .. and I feel so bad about what they did…..”

If Ricky had been listening to himself he would have realized his speech was a riddle wrapped in a conundrum, but he had never seen, let alone spoken with two nearly naked, and spectacular older women.

”Yes … for Mrs. Burton …Which…” He was cut off

Hmm, this seemed an odd question, shouldn’t they know? Was this a test? Why would they test? Yet he did know why he was there, for one of them had been described as the towns number one MILF, AND, he had learned a MILF was a mom I would like to fuck, well not him, when he was thinking I, he was thinking them, all those others and this poor …

Again he unsteadily held out his hand, “Well, I am not sure, but I believe .. perhaps….”

It was only then his eyes, ever so briefly cast down, and those itsy bitsy, teeny weenie, triangles on her hot pink bikini, caught his stare .. only to slowly trial his eyes back up, his cock tingling and drawing badly needed brain from his brain …

”It’s you….” His hand went toward Nicci .. wanting to shake her hand, but at the height of those triangles… “Mrs. Burton… they have done something bad .. not fair .. not honorable … and you should know?”
 
Her hand held out flat, he wasn’t sure what to do, he had seen this once in a movie and he bowed, gripped her finger tips in his hand and kissed the back of your hand, “Nice to meet you Mrs. Burton.” Although it seemed the other woman was not as please with his correct guess, and it was not about to get better.

Her hand released, he wanted to keep his eye up, “Solar system? Electric Bill? No.. they .. I’m sor sorry, but the senior boys voted you the number 1 MILF in town….” He did not see shock or awe, but of course not, “Ma’am .. you don’t understand the voted you the Mom I’d Like to ….”
 
This was not going well. Perhaps he should go, he turned his head at the woman who looked a bit like Mrs. Burton, “Yes, that is what it means, although I don’t usually use that word, fornicate.” Ricky turned his attention back to the woman being nice to him, Mrs. Burton, almost ignoring the other.

”I am sorry, but yes, a vote was taken, no names were suggested, boys just wrote down names and turned them in, and .. I did not vote, but ... my understanding is you not only were the top vote getter, you were the only vote getter .. every single boy wanted to fornicate .. with you.”

Ricky stopped, swallowed, blinked hard twice, not to look down, stare, yet they were there, he was there, and he felt something slipping in his shorts, where he had carefully folded and tucked his ten inch penis.

Ricky had dazzling blue eyes, sparkling white teeth and dimples, handsome and yet, he was best known for the size of his, he hated the vulgarity of the word, or so he thought, cock!

”I am sorry, if i could help you I would, just because a woman has … “ His eyes looked up and down, “Attributes, she should not be coveted…” He glanced at the other and then back at Mrs. Burton. “No matter how those attributes might look…”.

Ricky had worn shorts today, shorts that came ot his mid thigh, and, as his cock slipped out the leg hole of his tightly whities, it sort of fell down his leg, which would have been fine, if the pulsing through his groin wasn’t starting to make it twitch and grow…
 
“Recognition?” Ricky had never thought about it as recognition. His eyes moved to Nicci, and for the first time really took in Mineerva as well.

“I’m sure there are many beautiful women…” It seemed like Mineerva’s posture changed a bit as he looked at her.

And then almost to himself Ricky muttered, “older women really are so much more…” He shook his head not sure where he was going, as the two very scantilly clad women had his head spinning, his body feeling things he couldn’t remember feeling before.

His eyes having taken in both older beauties, had blood rushing to and starting to drive his massive erection.

He reached out to grab Nicci’s waist to help stabilize her. His hand brushing across her gorgeous breast.

“ I do, I’m actually a little light headed too..” He reached up to rub his eyes, arching his back, making even more of his thick long, quickly hardening cock visible.

“Could I sit down for a minute?”
 
The brushing of her Victoria’s Secret like boob, had been a thrill, although one more visceral, than Ricky would want to admit to himself.

He appreciated the women’s kindness, maybe it was the heat, as Ricky had no idea of the type of light headedness the flow of blood to his cock, necessary to drive that magnitude of erection, would require and its impact on the rest of his body.

He began to follow Nicci and was suddenly exposed to a whole new world. Other than the thinnest line of neon pink fabric, Mrs. Burton was basically naked. Up and down his eyes watched, memorized and were exposed to a source of male inspiration that was incredible.

”Oh My … “ He muttered, as with each bounce and sway of her incredible ass, the blood rushed harder, his cock got harder and he began to twitch and tingle and, it was a heady feeling.

”Thank you for being so kind, I think if I just sit down a minute, I should be …” To follow the bouncing ass was making it near impossible to even formulate cogent thoughts, it was sensory overload, and despite his upbringing, he was coveting, and coveting like a madman!

”I am not very experienced with girl, uh women, and when I heard about the vote, and the bounty, I thought you should know .. so that you might ….” He forgot his intention completely, it was amazing how her toned body walked, her ass moved, and how it was making his mouth water, despite being desperately thirsty.

He had no idea where he was following Nicci to, but at the moment he would have walked across hot coals to continue to enjoy this view.

”When I walked up, it looked like you were searching for something… did you lose something … could I be of help?” Ricky was an Eagle Scout, it was as much a part of him to be helpful as it was to have, by far, the biggest cock in school!
 
Ricky had no real idea of the path they were taking nor how circuitous the path Nicci had chosen to take him. However, it would have been fine with him, as despite his light headedness, he had never taken a more desirable walk or had a more stimulating view.

He swallowed as he saw her bend over, he had never seen a woman’s pussy before, any of it, nor the cute little starfish that seemed to wink at him as she bent over. He knew a woman had hair “down there” like he did, yet she had none, just these delicious looking, soft pink and seemingly juicy lips.

He knew he should look away, but he was so light headed, and so stimulated, that if he were Icarus, and her ass and pussy the sun, he would have been burned to elimination.

blushed at the “there’s been a lot for you to look at…” line, it was something he could not deny. “You really do have a lovely yard and pool here, and it has been so nice meeting you both.” Yet it was unclear if he meant Nicci and Minerva, or simply Nicci’s tits and ass. “I had not noticed the missing earring, but I see it now, and they are very pretty, I would be happy to help you find it, you think it’s in the pool?”

the world was spinning a bit, so he sat down in the offered chair, rocking back a bit, his now swollen cock, taking on a purplish hue in his massive mushroom, all teh way out, and an inch or two of his veined, powerful member. Yet, there was still a solid 6-8 inches of fabric covering his length as it attached to his body, so the two sisters could do their own math and estimates of potential man meat available?

”Thank you so much Mrs. Burton…” He offered, as he immediately felt a bit less dizzy. “I am not a child…” Ricky had no idea where that came from, but suddenly from deep in his soul he felt a need to appear older, more mature to these women. Ricky had never had a drop of alcohol in his life other than a few sips of communal wine, but now, faced with teh bevy of temptations around him he boldly, well at least as boldly as he could, “I would love to taste one of your … margaritas!”
 
Ricky took a deep breath. He had no idea what a margarita was, and if he had known it contained alcohol, he would not have encouraged it. Alcohol was a sin, and all Ricky had done, his entire life, right up until, perhaps this very instant was to dissaude sin and help people find the better, more enlightened path.

”Oh no, this seat is fine, I am just feeling a bit better, and I would not want to put either of you to any other trouble.” He meant that, even knowing how much he had enjoyed the way Mrs. Burton spread … a towel on a chair.

He thought a margarita must just be one of those sugary drink, like, yes, Gatorade, something athletes seemed to use, but Ricky had never been allowed. He took the concoction, the sweat of the cold beverage already sliding riverlets down the cup, and before he even took a drink, he ran the cup across his forehead, although it wasn’t the heat as much as teh revelation of sexual stimulation that had Ricky in a lather.

He again, arched his back as he wiped his brow, he now fully engorged cock momentarily jutting out, nearly 4 inches or a bit less than half of it in total, getting a good day time view. Ricky had no idea he was exposed, earlier as his body began to respond, he had felt pain based on being so confined, but now that his beast was no longer caged, he was happy as a lark, and absent that concern, simply focused on the “conversation”

He hear Mineerva give her long diatribe, expressing her incredulousnes at his behavior, to which he sincerely and genuinely responded, “Yes! That is it exactly…” But he had to clarify, “No ma’am.. and I’m sorrry I am not sure I know your name, but no I would not want to vote, for why would I want to encourage Mrs. Burton or even yourself of being objectfied? You are both so beautiful and so kind … I would hate anyone thinking they could just use you for their gratification.”

Ricky finally took a big gulp, it was sweet, but there was a burn that had a nice, very satisfying quenching effect. “Geez, that tastes really good!” He was suddenly bright eyes, and took another, a large gulp, having nearly drained it in two sips. “Would you mind terribly if I had a bit more?”

Mrs. Burton defended him, “Why wouldn’t I be sweet, you both have been so nice to me, I hope I haven’t been too much of a disruption…”. Ricky just assumed the women were being a bit bashful when the looked down, even stared in his direction but at his feet, no, actually, a bit higher ….

”I do understand why they think you are beautiful, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen …” He now was most definitely talking to Nicci, “but that doesn’t mean, they should not respect your honor….” Ricky was suddenly concerned, that her friend, might choke!
 
“You two are sisters?” He momentarily let himself enjoy the clear similarities in their eyes? No. Hair? A bit …Tits and Ass? Mmmm, that was it, Ricky now shaking his head in acknowledgment, “I should have noticed and it is Minerva, or should I refer to you as Mrs. ?????”

Ricky could not help but notice and admire all Mrs. Burton did, how she spread her thin, firm thighs to get up, how that small triangle seemed to slide up inside her, how her billowy breast as nearly dislodged themselves form their minimalist slings, and how her body moved in a perfect, bouncy rhythm.

”Were you a champion gymnast once Mrs. Burton you move with such … grace?” He asked, his eyes never leaving her the entire journey.

”Thank you, I do try to be careful about never having sugar, but I am treating today as a bit of a treat!” He said enthusiastically, unknowing licking his lips while enjoying each of their mammaries, before taking another large gupl. The sports drink seemed to be having its own effect on his body, “Wowz.. dis …Izzy … weally .. gooood!” He didn’t even realize his normal perfect annunciation skills had moved ot a bit of a slur.

Ricky squirmed in his chair, his ass now sweating like the rest of his body, the massive python in his shorts slithering back and forth as he moved. “Itsss wreally hotz outzzz herezzz izzn’t itz?” The alcohol was doing its job, and his eyes now spent little time eye to eye, as the triangles of Nicci and the material openings and slightly spread thighs of Minerva, were far too distracting.

“Youz knowz … smoking izzzn’t good for yuzzz…” Yet, the inhaling and exhaling, the rise and fall of their tits, was a very appealing side effect …
 
There was something about this sports drink, the “sugar“ was really affecting him. “I’m getting sleepy…” His head wobbled a bit, and his eyes focused on Nicci’s incredible tits as he tried to regain where he was.

”How about I go look for that ear ring.. If you will just shut your eyes a moment …”

Ricky stood up, forgetting to check if the ladies had indeed shut their eyes, or even turned. He peeled off his shirt, hiccuped twice, and then undid his pants, worked his shorts and tightly whities down over his ten plus inch spear of a cock, and then kicked them off.

Suddenly he was buck naked. Ricky’s sister had convinced him to shave his pubic hair, why at the moment he couldn’t remember, which made his enormous cock look even bigger as it stood, slightly curved, pointing upright and … PLOP!!!

Some how he had sat, no more collapsed back into his chair, his massive naked cock, his toned chest, all on the display for the women he had come to warn. He wasn’t passed out, but he was sound asleep, likely having a very new and special kind of dream, the color pink, prominently displayed!
 
All of this was virgin territory, for Ricky the virgin! It wasn’t as if Ricky didn’t think he’d like sex, he just never knew, and when explained to him, people actually put their mouths on the part The opposite sex goes pee, it frankly didn’t sound that great. This was ironic as once his escapades with Nicci, Minerva and some of the others we will learn about, it was quite amazing what Ricky found he liked, but that is for a different time.

In this moment, slung back on his ass, his cock sticking straight up like the old apollo rockets, he was drifting off to dreamland. Maybe it was the alcohol, it would be nice to blame the alcohol, his dreams were in technicolor, bleach blonde, tan flesh, and neon pink! One did not have to look hard to find the object of our virgin’s inspiration.

“I’ve been hit… “ The internal dialogue was still just that. He was down, his legs didn’t work, in the dream he was wounded, in real life, rubber legged drunk. “Medic! Medic!” Would someone anyone save him?

There she was, a vision of feminfinity, wearing only a pink bathing suit, having given her clothes selflessly to another, and wearing six inch black stilleto, thigh high patent leather boots! Don’t ask why, this was the virgin’s dream!

She slid her hand under his thick blonde hair, raising his head to her bosom, “Drink Ricky, drink, you need the nourishment!” He did… opening his mouth, the women would see Ricky’s lips part and his tongue wet and roll around his lips, gently sucking. He was sucking from his guardian angel, field nurse Burton, sucking her life giving nectar, from her cantaloupe sized, silicon tits! Her milk tasting just like a margarita!

He wasn’t going to make it was he, but then he felt it,she let his head down, and her hand gripped his penis, his very, very large and somehow hard penis, “It’s the only way Ricky…” She said, “I must do this, drain the death from your body…”

He felt her lips latch on to his cock, suddenly he liked that word. And for the first time the sleeping Ricky found his voice. “OH … YESS…..please… YESSS!!!!”

Ricky’s eyes were closed, he was still in a state of sleep, but he ran his fingers through Minerva’s hair, and as the angel in his dream was telling him “Thrust and grind that cock.. your life depends on it!”
 
If this was a dream, Ricky hoped he’d never wake up! Of course the getting wounded was bad, the near paralysis, horrible, but the treatment, OH MY GOD!!!! He would thank his lord and savior later, right now he neded therapy, lots and lots of therapy!

Ricky could not believe the talents of Mrs. Burton, the angel of mercy who was saving him through his cock. He could see her, looking down, her breasts and nipples testing the tensil strength of that neon pink fabric. Oh by the way, from this day forward, for quite a long time, neon pink Would be his favorite color.

He flexed and rolled his stomach muscles, giving her access, feeding her his big dick for treatment, for healing, to suck it like a golf ball through a garden hose. “Oh .. Ohhhh…. Mmm… more… suck it harder, suck it all!!!” He groaned.

.He reached down, his hands moving form her hair to her shoulders, massaging her soft skin, showing his appreciation for her oral healing. “Oh don’t stop, please don’t stop… “ Yet he had no idea where this was going, but if he was riding this train of ecstacy, he certainly didn’t want to leave early.

What was this magical treatment, her mouth sliding up and down his shaft, the sucking constant, and the tongue, oh the things Mrs. Burton could do with his tongue.

The cure was coming, well something was cumming, or about to… Ricky was about to have his first orgasm, of any kind, let alone to the talents of a a beautiful older woman, a succubus extraordinaire!

He was waking up, “OH Mrs. Burton… suck my big….” And the mouth stopped, he heard a gasp, a giggle, his eye flew open wide and saw Minerva balls deep his balls slapping her chin, his tip bouncing off her tonsils. He saw the look in her eyes, flashed his own baby blues, his pearly whites, his dimples, “Minerva.. It’s you… your amazing.. Please… Please… Ohhhh…..”

HIs hands flung to the back of her head, and he began to cum and cum and cum… our little virgin was now a literal mother fucker! What had he done?!?!?!?!
 
Ricky’s body was abuzz, feeling things, glorious things, near miraculous things, that Minerva had done to him. His cock was going down, but now he understood the real purpose of an erection. He was trying to piece it all together. He had been told all of this was evil, a sin, but how could it then feel this good. He tried to think but was quite certain, nothing had ever felt this good.

His cock was buzzing, a nice buzz, that made him flex and squirm a bit. His hand naturally found his shaft and as he was thinking, reflexively began to stroke it. He was slowly, casually working his prick as the women looked on and he tried to make sense of all that had happened. The smile on Minerva’s face, like one of the athletes’s after a major win. She was licking her lips, she had swallowed all of.. what was that anyway? He knew it wasn’t pee, pee had never felt like that, it was milky and white, he had seen just a bit on her tongue before she swallowed the very last drop.

”That’s a blow job … but you didn’t blow?” He asked innocently, “You sucked, and stroked…” He was massaging his dick, it felt good, and it was responding, getting hard again, his cock had was just beginning to understand it‘s true purpose in life, and so was its master. “Why did you do that? Thank you though, I … that felt so good! Does … does it taste good?”

For some reason Nicci was squirming and she seemed to have her eyes glued to his penis, “I’m sorry, should I stop this.. if feels good though.. not as good as Ms. Minerva, but still… I mean .. nothing could feel that good, I suppose?” He was talking out loud, mostly to himself, but they also got to hear the narrative.

He looked at the women, he was drawn to their breasts, their nipples were like bullets trying to break through their minimalist coverings. He was starting at one, then the other’s breasts as he asked, “Are you both cold …” He touched his own, his were hard too, but it was very warm. “Do you need me to get you a wrap?” Always the gentleman, yet there was a light green of sweat that magnified the definition of his pecs, abs and biceps. “I’m actually kinda hot…” He said, no double meaning intended.

Poor Mrs. Burton looked hungry, she had probably missed lunch? “Thank you for doing that, I’m not sure why you did, but I never realized, any woman could make me feel that good. You must be the very best?” He was no looking at Minerva, and she was not disagreeing. “You asked me to vote for you? As a MILF? I don’t think there is a vote for the world’s best blow job?”

Of course Ricky didn’t know if she was the best, but he really could make no other assumption. His cock was nearly fully hard, the head was swelling and was feeling better and better and better. “Oh, you’re earring, of course?” Ricky stood up, his might schlong at full mast, and he began to walk past Nicci, his bobbing prick at eye height, he went over to the pool, bent over, his young tight ass on full display, his stil massive balls, swinging low between his slightly spread legs.

”I see it!” He yelled, looking back over his shoulder, surprised a bit that they were both looking at him, … And then in one highly graceful, highly athletic movement he drove up, and arced into the pool, his hands pointed, his legs straight, his cock massive and sticking straight out at them, he submerged into the water …
 
From the surface Ricky had seen it, however upon diving down, and opening his eyes to the burning chlorine, he was finding it much more difficult. He blinked severa times, but everything was a bit of a blur. Not to give up, he went deeper, swimming from side to side, almost like a shark, who must keep moving to stay alive.

However, unlike a shark, Ricky had no capacity to breath, and his efforts ahd quickly consumed all of the air in his lungs. Yet, failure was not an option. Particularly after the kindness that had been shown him. Minerva willingly opening him up to the pleasures of a blow job, and just how good his cock could feel.

He had been surprised, how even after she ended, he had fired his stuff, how good it still felt, and even better when he stroked it. These were all relegations, but he found himself looking forward to when he might stroke it again. he also wondered, and still was not certain what had made Minerva initiate it, but she seemed to truly enjoy sucking him, swallowing him, did all women do this?

Did hs mother suck cock? Did she suck his father’s, others, this must be considered sexual, but it was not fornication, or was it a different type, was it a sin? Oh he hoped not. Ricky was coming to the realization that if blowjobs were heroine, he might become an addict, or was this just a one time thing, Minerva uniquely had wanted to, and succeeded incredibly he might add, at sucking his massive dick!

Up he came, gasping as he hit the surface. He moved ot float on his back, catch his breath, his raging hard on still fully at the ready, the benefit of being 19 and no prior sexual experience. To see him floating there, it must have looked like a small rocket, on it’s launching pad, and no doubt ready to fire, and fire and fire! “Do you have a mask by chance? It would really help to find…” He didn’t even finish before he saw it flying through the air, with the goggles and elastic band attached, hovering above and then coming down directly on his cock. If they were playing horse shoes, it couldn’t have been a better throw, a fitting metaphor for the collaring of his horse cock!

”Thank you…” he said and put on the glasses, which now made the task simple, and he swam down and retrieved the earring. It was sparkly, gold with diamonds, and he swam to the shallow end, and slowly stepped up and out of the pool, sweeping his hair back, and dripping form head to toe, most noticeably from the tree lim of his erection. “Here you go?” Ricky had helped his mother do this before, she would often come into his room unannounced to have him help her with somethng like this.

He came up next to Nicci, his cock brushing across both of her thighs, only to lean in, and begin to slide the earring back into place ….
 
The hole in her ear lobe was very small, and despite having put on the goggles, which were still on, and he slid up and off, finding the hole was not easy. Yet he was so consumed in pleasing Mrs. Burton he didn’t realize his cock was equally in search of a hole of satisfaction.

He was just about to get it in, the earring people, get your minds out of the guttter, when he felt her grab him. “I’ve almost got it Mrs. Burton, just give me a … whoa…” Up she got and was leading him by his dick. “What are you doing?” he didn’t understand, a person shouldn’t just grab another person’s penis, should they?

Yet her words… hurt. Not the going, but, “you little goofball…” And there it was again, another person, just like those at school, suggesting he was a freak, simply due to his penis. The boys had been the worst, “Hey horse cock…” He had been mortified, the girls were much more subtle, asking him out, attempts to rub him, but he knew it was all just to make fun of him, he had no idea how many pussies he had sent away wet and scorned, most sincere in ther overtures.

Ricky didn’t even know he was a subject of his own bounty, which girl could mount and pleasure the horse cock. Everyone knew he was a virgin, and technically he still was. Now girls didn’t bet like boys did, still there was a $500 prize out there waiting, plus, the pleasure of the horse!

”I’m sorry, I was just trying to help.” He was looking down, no longer leering at the women at all. He put on his shirt, but then, taking his underwear and shorts he tried to pull them up, and tried, and tired…there was no way in this state to get dressed. He tried again, he never looked at them… finally he mumbled, “I can’t. … I … I need it to go down first….” He didn’t know if he was more angry or embarrassed, but God he felt like a freak!

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Meanwhile, back at the Johnson residence, Ricky’s parents had taken his absence to head down stairs, unlock a door that Ricky bleieved held old junk, and were taking advantage of the moment. The sound of the whip rang out load, as did the slap of his pelvis against just whipped ass, as the Pastor indulged himself.

is for you whore… tell me what a slut you are?” Of course Ricky’s mother couldn’t say that, not with a ball gag in her mouth.

“Tell me you want this cock, or is this not the cock you want, is it your precious little Ricky… Ricky and his massive dong!” He held her hair in his fist, her back bent down, hr hands cuffed to the bench, and her husband, the pastor, was balls deep, pounding her motherly pussy.

Muriel Johnson let out a squeal, of course she knew the answer, but God help her, and she knew quite well that God had little to do with this moment, if her husband, really knew the truth!
 
It was the worst, but all he could do was wait. He could have jacked off, or ome of the women could have jacked him off, or Minerva could have enjoyed a second round from his man hose, but none of this happened. He tried not to look at them, he needed this thing to come down, and he now fully understood what had gotten it up.

He shouldn’t have been so depressed, he was more confused, why had Minerva done it, and how had it possibly felt that good. He flet his cock throb and twitch, uh oh, need to stop thinking about that.

Well if that made him hard, what would be the opposite. He Had it, being swirlies in the boys bathroom. He’d had his share of that, but he had put on nearly 40 pound of muscle since then, hopefully those day were over.

He thought of his Dad, bellowing from the pulpit! Suddenly scared shitless, it was like a pin to a ballon. Limp he went. “Oh Thank you God!” He looked up, but never back at them. He pulled up his underwear, folded and tucked his enormous prick and put back on his shorts.

He only looked up one more time. “I’m sorry I wasted your time ladies ..” He turned to walk away and then looked back, but only at Minerva, “And thank you ma’am… I’ll never forget it, and if that is what you want, you’ve got my vote.”

He padded towards the gate, pretty sure his life had just changed significantly …
 
Ricky had sobered up, the swim had helped, and his body was big enough that he wasn’t truly drunk, he was just so new to consuming alcohol it had a near immediate effect. Now out of the gate, he turned back around and took one last look at the ladies who had entertained him this afternoon.

It was the dream, well the blowjob from Minerva that was now most resident in his mind, and the effect Mrs. Burton in particular had on his body. There was no denying how his body had reacted and now in reflection he realized just how much he had enjoyed it all! But should he?

Ricky was confused, and when he was confused, particularly when it came to women, there were really only two pople he could talk to, one was his older sister, who was coming home from college today, and the other was his mother. She was always calm and understanding, but he wasn’t so sure she would be in this case?
 
Ricky realizes that this would be a good time to go to confession, to tell a holy father what just took place, to help him understand it, perhaps make him feel good knowing that Minerva’s cock sucking truly was a gift from God.

Yet, Ricky is not Catholic, there are no confessionals at his Father’s Babtist Church, and he is quite certain these are questions he does not want to ask his father, although he would be surprised on exactly how well versed his father, both his parents for that matter, are on the subject. Not Minerva’s talents, per se, but on the joys of really great cock sucking, as his mother has worked hard, practiced hour upon hour, focused on the simple enjoyment of perfecting her craft.

They say it takes 10,000 reps to master a skill, Muriel >>>> was nearly a master before she graduated from college. It will be a shame really, that Muriel, Minerva and Nicci were unlikely to ever be friends, and in some ways adversaries, for they truly shared certain passions.

Ricky likely would have gone to his Sister, she had been his safe place growing up, but she was wrapping up her track and field championships that afternoon, and at best would not be home until late tonight, at worst tomorrow or the next day, and Ricky needed someone to talk to right now.

He pulled into the family driveway, the door was locked, but he knew the combination of the electric lock and let himself in. That was odd, the front door was never locked when either his Mom or Dad were home, what he didn’t know was the operation of the lock had triggered a warning downstairs, and in a mad dash Muriel spit out the ball gag, and grabbed her gingham sundress with the Peter Pan color, and slit it over her latex corset, which propped up her naked tits.

Her nipples would be visible, but that shouldn’t take long to subside. That was her assumption at least, until she understood why her sweet son was home, and the topic he needed to discuss with her …
 
Ricky doesn’t know where to begin. Despite it being late in the day, cereal is his comfort food, like when he was a little boy. Sitting here waiting he had thought back, that was a mistake, because only a moment of remember how Mrs. Burto looked, or her sister sucked his cock, and he felt that twinge, his cock abuzz, need growing.

He had wiggled a bit, to ease the tension, but he didn’t realize the he had once again slipped out of his underwear and his cock had slid down his leg. His mom was a bit breathless, a light sheen covering her face and arms, her dress a bit clingier than usual, showing her exceptional middle aged figure. Ricky liked how she took pride in her health and looks, she was mid 40’s but could easily pass for thirty and while not blessed, or perhaps more accurately enhanced to the same degree as Nicci, her 34 C cups, were full and perky, maintained through careful workouts, as was her middle aged pussy, kept tight through thousands of kegels.

There was a method to her madness, but for Ricky, he just thought his Mom looked nice. He didn’t know if he shoujld be embarrassed, his mother was so good, he was good, but had he just been bad? He loved her Southern drawl, he had a bit of it, using the ocassional y’all, it was friendly and useful, a bit like Ricky.

“I did go over there mama, I think I startled Mrs. Burton and her sister though, they were in their back yard, wearing the skimpiest of bathing suits in order to tan.” He stopped and thought, “You know Mama, it seemed those suits allowed their bodies to get evenly tanned, no lines, have you ever considered doing that?”

He continued. “They were looking down into the pool when I walked in, Mrs. Burton had lost an earring, but I found it, I’ll get to that later. Anyhow, I explained the contest, and Mrs. Burton was not as upset as I thought, but I do think she was appreciative, but her sister Minerva, seemed more upset that Mrs. Burton was the only one getting votes, she didn’t think that was fair to the other pretty women. I had never thought of it that way?” He was curious as to his mother’s take on that. For instance, his own mother was a Mom, and she was certainly worthy of being desired. Ricky took a moment to scan her up and down, actually extremely worthy!

”It was hot, they offered me some of that sports drink, you know… hmmm, yes, the Margie Rita’s brand. I hadn’t heard of it before but it was very good, but the sugar made me tired and … “ He swallowed, I think something about that, made my penis very hard. I think Ms. Minerva could see I was in pain as it got really hard, so while I was asleep she undid my pants to make me more comfortable. But then…”.

His mother was acting a bit strange, she had crossed and uncrossed her legs severa times and was now leaning forward, looking down, at my very hard cock.. .sticking out of my shorts. “Yes, it was just like this .. and she… tried ot help me make it soft again .. she sucked the hardness out… it was very nice of her, but when… “

How did he tell her this, “It was the most amazing feeling… letting the hardness go… that thick creamy stuff, there was so much of it.. but Ms. Minerva seemed to enjoy it, does that always taste good, the hardness leaving?” Minerva knew that the cum from her side of the family was very unique and Ricky must have inherited that, for instance her very wet pussy tasted incredible… Perhap Ricky would like …

His mother seemed to be gasping a bit, fanning herself, ”Mom, are you okay, are you mad at me?”
 
Little Ant couldn’t think of anything else. He had begged his mother to ask his Aunt, after all, even though he had fucked Aunt Nicci, fucked her hard, fucked her like a whore, railed her, and made her cum after his two friends had tried and popped too early, he had not had her suck his cock. By mistake his mother had, and he had liked it, loved it, frankly wouldn’t mind one more shot of that too, as his mother was a truly gifted cock sucker.

Now Little Ant, didn’t know that from experience as he did form porn, but never had he seen a porn star suck his cock like his mother had, how she worked his balls and prick at the same time. We digress, his obsession was his Aunt, he desperately wanted a blow job. He had watched her suck many cocks, ravenously suck the night of the escape room, but not his, and his birthday was coming up.

He took out his phone, he couldn’t wait any longer, little did he know that this conversaton was taking place at this very moment. <Mom, have you talked to Aunt Nicci, will she do it? I can’t think of anything else!> He hit send and then remembered, <Are you still with her, Ihave told my roommate and he won’t believe me. Could you send me a picture .. not just her face, but her tits too?>

His smallish cock was chubby simply from thinking about it, sweat on his lips. Please Aunt Nicci!
 
“Mom, you said a curse word?” Ricky was not as religious as he was fearful of God, the wrath and what an eternity of hell might be. As for all the rituals, the preying, Meh! He would have rather not.

”Mom they were nice for the most part, except when I got hard again, and was naked. I hopped into the pool but when I was trying to put Mrs. Burton’s earring back in, she had a surprisingly tight little how, I couldn’t get it to fit, and I think she got frustrated, that was when she told me to go home.”

”Ah .. alcohol, that explains it, it wasn’t the sugar, it was the alcohol. But Mom, they asked me, I said I wanted it, they actually said they shouldn’t but I insisted, it was really my fault. And Ms, Minerva was just trying to help… it really ached when it was so hard…”

He adjusted in his seat, “Like it does now, it kinda hurts, kinda tingles when it gets like this, and what she did, made it feel so much better.” Ricky was squirming, “Yes I wore the shorts, and now I get it, I won‘t wear them again, they are really uncomfortable.. would you mind, if I took them off?”

He was looking down at his massive, throbbing member, “And Mom… how do I make it go down?”
 
Ricky had never heard his mother use such words, he must be in real trouble, and shoot, it must be cold here too, why didn’t he feel cold when his cock was this hard?
 
“I’m not defending them, they don’t need defending…”

”Why Mrs. Burton, but Ms. Minerva is pretty too, just not as…”. He didn’t understand her issue. He had a question that was lingering in his mind though. “Mom, why do you always wear such high collars and things?” But he did notice her dress right now, while the skirt flared, the bodice was tight, and her nipples were nearly bursting through her dress.

”I’m not saying she is prettier than you, it was just I had never seen a woman’s body displayed like that…” And before she could say something mean, “It was nice, I bet you would look good that way too.”

Ricky really was uncomfortable though, and if he had been able to do that in front of women he barely knew, with his own mother, he could …” He reached down and undid the button to his shorts, the relief instantaneous. “Much bet…”

He heard his father, and something told him he shoujld zip back up, but how, his mother was way ahead throwing the blanket in his lap.

He piled it so it was not clear of the raging pole concealed underneath.

The Pastor was ravenous, Muriel he thought was coming back, but now he understood. Playtime was over, just after he had lubed his wife’s ass, yet now she was all dressed up, with nowhere to go.

”You’re home!” He groused at Ricky, you look A little feint, like the blood has rushed from your face. Are you all right boy?” He was going to go to his office, lock the door and strongly consider some time alone.

”Muriel see after your son, are you cold?” He asked Ricky, “Well Muriel get him warm, see he feels better .. and off he went. His mother put her lips to her mouth and signaled Ricky with her finger to follow, they would continue the conversation in his room.
 
”Holy Shit!” Little Ant, had his pecker out so fast he nearly got zipper burn undoing he pants. He decided to lean back against his dorm room door. This was good, really good. Well not the part about not getting his hopes up, they were already up, he was soooo up. This was so stroke worthy, but he had a pretty low bar.

One hand stroking the other typing, he responded immediately.

<I know you can do it Mom, you won’t let me down. This is a great picture, I love Aunt Nicci’s suit, she looks like such a slut, but could you get her to take her top off?>
 
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