Would You? Redux Ch. 02bydinkleberry©
Edited by freakcutout Girl (Get Well Soon, my friend)
[ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18. All characters are fictional and any resemblance to real or other fictional characters is coincidence and unintentional.]
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned," I confessed. I was in a dark confessional booth, wearily kneeling upon the padded kneeler. My tired elbows rested on the ledge of the confessional window, my hands crossed in supplication. Although I was the only one in the confessional booth, I felt confined as my tortured soul pressed down on me. I could hear the priest's labored, raspy breathing coming from across the brass grille.
"It's ok my child. Confess what burdens your heart and God will forgive you," the priest struggled to say in an even tone as he sat deep in his chair. He presented only his side profile to me and I gratefully couldn't make out his features.
"Father, I have committed many horrible sins. I have broken the Seven Deadly sins, the sin of lust. I have violated the Ten Commandments, the one of honoring your mother and father. I have disobeyed the Church's teachings by having sex for reasons other than procreation. I have done wicked things that were immoral, depraved and debasing." I confessed and made the sign of the Cross. My debaucheries crowded into the confessional booth with me.
"Son, there is forgiveness for all of us. We have all fallen short. You must confess your wrongdoings to me and God will forgive you..." he paused, "...Remember that to receive absolution, you must confess all of your wickedness to me in the fullest detail. I am required to hear it all. God will only forgive you if you shine a light upon all of your darkness," in a husky, guttural breath, the voice hiding in darkness instructed me.
I awoke to the sight of a heavenly angel standing before me. Her body glowed with a shine of its own and it was an image of perfection. She was standing next to the bed, and I drank in her beautification. The image I beheld was miraculous, one of unbridled purity.
My mother wore white patent leather boots that extended all the way up her legs to end at the top of her thighs. Looking at her feet, I saw her boots started in a sharp point that stimulated me on a primal level. I could see her boots had tall thin spiked heels that must've been five inches tall! Gracefully gliding up her tall, thin gams the supple white leather flowed ever upwards. On the outside of them, I saw the white lacing that held the leather and conformed it to her legs; starting just over her ankle the lacing continuously crisscrossed as they climbed up her flesh to end at the top of her boot, only inches below her hips; yet with wicked pleasure I saw her golden skin underneath the lacing.
Above those boots of desirous wonder were her bare hips that had that same golden hued glow that showed through the side of her boots. Her hips had a slight swell to them that only hinted at the treasure she hid in back. Between her hips was a tiny white patch that just barely hid her Heaven from my sight. I spotted that a thin rope of cloth, thinner than her pinkie finger, suspended it.
As my eyes travelled further up, my ability to perceive sensations overloaded in awe. My angelic mother was wearing a white, lace-over-satin waist corset! It molded to her body was miraculous effect. With awe, I counted the buttons that ran up the front. Thirteen there were and I thought 13 was my new lucky number. I revered the vertical boning strips that traversed around her incredible body. As my mouth hung open, I thought that this might be the greatest creation ever. The white was so pure it had a radiance all its own, only complimented by the golden glow my mother's body.
Resting proudly above her waist corset was the ample bosom of an angel. My mom stood there immodestly with her glorious breasts filling my sight. It was as if a topless Aphrodite stood before me. Her tits were miracles of their own. They were big, full and succulent, with a delicious pear shape to them. Her breasts stood proudly on her chest. Her nipples were a soft pink, about the size of a half dollar coin. Centered were her buds, jutting forward; a slightly darker pink, I thought they were strawberry gumdrops.
With the greatest of efforts I was able to pull my eyes away from her tits to take in the thin, smooth roundness of bare shoulders that lead to long, graceful arms capable of (as I've discovered) great wonders. With reverence, I saw that my angel had dawned white satin gloves that rapturously covered those wonderful arms; those long silky smooth looking gloves slithered up past her elbows to end midway on her thin, yet firm upper arms.
I took in her smooth, swan-like neck before gazing into the face of a goddess. My goddess has a heart-shaped face with a petite chin and jaw that perfectly frames her yummy lips. She has lovely cheekbones that lead to those bright, seemingly all-seeing brown eyes that appear even more vivid in contrast to her short spiky golden blonde hair. Peering into those eyes, she smiled back at me.
"So my little angel is up finally," she spoke. Her beauty called to me. It summoned me. I craved it. I made to greet such a beautiful angel by getting up off our bed. It was then that I discovered my movements were restricted. Quickly, I grasped that my wrists were handcuffed. Yet these were not ordinary handcuffs, at the end of my wrists was a 12-inch chain that ended in another handcuff attached to the bedposts.
"What's wrong John? Can't get up?" the goddess laughingly wondered as she glided with the grace of a ballerina around the side of the bed to stand in front of me at the foot of the bed. A few hours earlier, after getting home from the gym -- since my mom likes her boyfriend to be in shape -- and showering, I had simply thrown on a pair of sweatpants and then crashed upon our bed for a nap.
"Oh, I see you are up." She quipped as she yanked off my sweatpants and my boxers that had followed with my sweats. Seeing such a beatific angel had given me a raging hard-on and now she admired it with good humor. Then she turned around and took a step forward to her dresser. In the huge mirror that stretches the length of her dresser, I could see she was folding my boxers and sweatpants.
However, that wasn't what held my attention. No, I was blessed with the sight of my angel's awe-inspiring backside. In my humble opinion, my mom has an ass so divine that to me it was proof of the existence of God. Her ass is small and tight and looked like two halves of a small cantaloupe sculpted into her and then blessed with fleshly soft malleableness. As hard as I tried, I could not see the tiny strip of cloth that constituted her thong. The thin strip was hidden in the valley between her butt-cheeks. The back of her waist corset obscured the waistband, which was mesmerizing by itself. Back and forth, the white lacing rose up her back in astounding fashion. Bedazzled, I counted the number of times the laces crossed and discovered it was my lucky number: 13 Speechless, I admired how the back of her corset showed her golden skin in the space beneath it, and I adored how that space varied as it climbed her body. At her hips, the gap was about three inches before narrowing to two inches at her waist before expanding to about four inches as it towered up towards the swell of her chest.
Finished folding my clothes she placed them on her dresser and then continued to glide with ballerina grace around to the other side of our bed. I hungered to touch her, to taste her, to fuck her. She sat on the edge of the bed, with her ass tantalizingly close to my hip and her knee near my armpit.
"I thought we could have some fun. Huh, John? What do you think?" she temptingly solicited. Before I could answer, she leaned down and kissed me with her wickedly luscious lips. Lust sizzled through my body as the succubus kissed me and my body burned for her. When her tongue entered my mouth, my cock throbbed with need.
Lifting her head from mine, I hungered for more of her kisses. Raising my head to reach out to her, she placed her gloved hand on my forehead and pushed me back down.
"You are gonna have to earn that," she seductively taunted. With her other gloved hand, she drew down my charged body. Down my throat, the satin caressed; between my chest, she glazed; over my abs, her hand drifted. Finally, her sheathed hand took possession of my cock and I was in Nirvana. With her soft, smooth gloved hand, my angel stroked my enraged cock. I could feel my cock throb with want. The succubus had turned her body to watch her own motions and was unaware that one of her breathtaking globes hovered before my face. With depraved need, I tried to reach out with my mouth to suck my mother's tit. Although a young adult, I hungered for her breast like a starving infant.
"Oh no you don't," my gorgeous angel warned and twisted away from my hunger. "You have to earn the right to touch me. Do you think you can suck on your mother's tits whenever you want to?" she asked as if this hadn't been the case before I awoke to her restraints. The succubus rose from the bed and sashayed back over to her dresser. I watched her backside dance to a sinful rhythm. There she picked up a huge, long feather that must've come from an ostrich -- colored a brilliant, shocking neon pink.
She sauntered over to the left side of the bed. There, she teasingly touched me with her feather. Starting at my ankle, she just barely touched my flesh as her feather floated up towards my groin. It was as if her feather were charged with passion, because as it worked its way up my leg that's what it infused me with. She stopped before my groin and my body begged for more. I was so excited that the hairs on my leg stood erect. My body tried to twist but the handcuffs prevented me.
"Oh god," I involuntary groaned as she repeated her motion on my left leg. My body quivered and the chains sang as they rattled.
"Do you like that?" she probed. With the tip of her feather, she drew circles around my groin yet deftly avoided my cock and testicles. Wanton desire surged through my body. When the succubus traced her Feather of Delicious Torture up my stomach and chest, I yearned for her to return to my pelvis. My cock ached with need, my balls screamed for gratification. My arms battled against the manacles that held me.
"Oh god, Oh god yes! Oh god yes," I quivered as her Feather of Delicious Torture danced down my body and then the barest of the edges of her feather touched my supercharged cockhead. It was enough to cause me to buck my hips upwards seeking more. My arms struggled against the chains that bound me.
"What's wrong, John?" she playfully teased in the voice of an angel. Then to add to my suffering, she climbed onto the bed. Crawling between my outstretched legs, she stood on her shins, facing me. Placing her hands on her hips, her body called to me. My arms yanked at my restraints, vainly seeking freedom. God, I burned for her. My body throbbed with a consuming lust.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" she taunted as she brought her white gloved hands up to her tits. Using the tip of her fingers, my angel began to licentiously trace tiny circles on her nipples. I wrestled with the handcuffs as I watched her enjoy the pleasure she was giving to herself. Her eyes closed, her head lolled back; her mouth hung open and soft sighs of satisfaction escaped her. As she cupped her ample bosom and began to rub them, her sighs became louder and I could see how flush her body was becoming. My body twisted and turned, fighting its confinement. My cock was so hard it felt as if it was going to burst through its thin skin. To see my mother pleasuring herself by playing with her boobs was phenomenal, the fact they were bigger than her hands added to the wicked thrill.
My hips involuntarily bucked up into air in a vain attempt to achieve sexual release. The succubus' eyes opened and with amused indulgence watched my struggles. Her tongue wormed out of her mouth and sensually licked her lips in an over-exaggerated carnal manner.
"Oh god, Oh god," I plaintively moaned as I feared that at 19 years old, I was going to die of a heart attack. My entire body begged for release. My need for sexual release was all-consuming.
"Oh, does my man likes that, huh?" my angel flirtatiously solicited. Panting, I just nodded my head in affirmation. She rewarded me by touching me with her feather on the tender, most sensitive parts of my inner thighs and as she did a stray hair from her Feather of Delicious Torture would touch my sac. When it did, it was like lightening shooting through my body. I was that consumed with a depraved need.
"Do you like when your mother does this to you?" the succubus mischievously queried as she lightly flicked her feather on my sac. I panted some incoherent affirmation. I bucked my hips in the air trying to dry-hump the air. I clashed with the shackles that denied me my longed-for gratification. I was filled with an immoral and ungodly need for my mother.
"Is this what you want?" my wicked angel bade as she drew her Feather of Delicious Torture from the base of the underside of my cock to the rim of my helmet. There she held her feather still. I thought another stroke might be enough to make me cum. My balls ached with the need for release.
"Yes," I pleaded. I needed to cum more than I needed my next breath.
"So then, what kind of mother does it make me that I would do this to my own son?" she provocatively questioned.
"It makes you a wonderful and loving mother..." and the succubus slapped me hard on my thigh.
"Really? To dress this way before her own son?" my radiant angel dressed in white demanded.
"You're the best mom ever..." and the crazy fucking bitch slapped my enflamed cock with a painful fury.
"Then maybe I should call the neighbors and invite them over to watch? Maybe I'll call your sister too..."
"Are you fuckin' crazy?" I screamed in fear, and the psycho bitch responded by gently stroking my cock with the tip of a finger. I could just barely feel the touch of her satin, but it soothed my stinging cock.
"You're a crazy fuckin' bitch, you know that?" I accused and she seemed strangely pleased.
"You're a fuckin' psycho cunt." I was awarded with her brushing her Feather of Delicious Torture along my cock and it soothed the pain of her slap. "Is that what you truly think of your mother?" she asked in a wounded tone. Yet the succubus stroked my cockhead with her feather and immoral desire surged through me.
"You're a dirty fuckin' whore," I accused and my sinful angel smiled with pleasure at my compliment. "What kind of woman fucks her son? Only a filthy slut would do that!" and she took my cock into her hand and began to stroke me with the cool, smooth satin glove. Crawling over my leg, she sat down next me in an angelic motherly pose. She gently, tenderly stroked my cock and I worried that I had hurt her feelings. She answered my worries by kissing me with loving desire.
"And what do you want to do to me?" she softly invited. Her hand had left my throbbing cock and touched my abs. "What do you wanna do to your mother?"
"I want to fuck you," I bluntly stated. My balls were vibrating with the need to cum.
"That's it? No foreplay? You just want to slam that cock into me?" my fallen angel coyly solicited. She kissed me again. When she ended our kiss, she teasingly dangled her body and those miraculous tits over me.
"I wanna suck your tits," and while she seemed pleased, she also seemed to want more. "I want to lick your pussy..." the succubus still needed more, "and make you cum before I get to fuck you."
"I luv you so much," mom proclaimed and then proved it by kissing me with immodest longing. As we kissed, she ran her hands through my hair and sparks of electricity danced across my scalp. I moaned my impure lust into her mouth. Removing her sinning lips from mine, she offered me her breast. Opening my mouth wide, I tried to suck her tit into my mouth and succeed with only getting about half of her boob in. My angel wrapped her arms around my head and held me tight to her breast.
"Oh John, you are my everything," she confessed as my tongue made love to her tit. I licked her nipple with both my slightly rough bumpy tongue and also the smooth, slick underside. From past experience, I knew she loved when I did this. She liked the contrast between the smooth and roughness. Holding me tight to her breast, she affirmed, "Oh John, I love you so much."
"I love you, too!" I earnestly stated as she withdrew her tit from my mouth and stood up. I watched with fervent wonder as she removed her thong. I felt as if this was the first time I was seeing my mother's pussy, even though I was so familiar with I had it memorized. As she pulled her thong down over her white thigh-high boots, I was indulged to see the sight of her Pearly Gates. She is clean-shaven across her puffy pubic mound (actually she waxes, I've learned.) and has a prominent vulva that even at her age gives her a beautiful and ultra-sexy camel toe; I found it so desirous and enticing. Her pussy mount was a slightly darker golden hue then the rest of her skin. To me that only announced a richer treasure existed there.
"Make me cum, make me happy," she both ordered and begged. My sinful fallen angel climbed on to the bed and straddled my body with her knees against my pinned, outward stretched arms. Her beautiful pussy hovered over my face and I gazed at Heaven. Arching my chest, I was able to lift my mouth to her Paradise. My tongue reached out and touched her puffy pussy lips and I could taste her nectar. It was so sweet and succulent that my tongue sought out the source of her ambrosia. My tongue penetrated with mischievous intent.
"Oh god, sweetie, oh god yes," she hailed as she wrapped my head in her arms and pressed my head tight to her pussy. My tongue penetrated her pussy lips and I savored the smooth wetness of her inner folds. With my face buried in her crotch, I inhaled her scent and my nostrils flared with want.
"Oh that's it! Oh fuck, Oh fuck me," my angelic mother praised as I sucked her pussy into my mouth. With powerful suction, I pulled at her yearning flesh. My wrists fought with the handcuffs as my hands wanted in on the action. My mind sent orders to my hands to reach up and take hold of my angel's tits. When denied, it summoned my hands to take possession of my mother's glorious ass. My hands battled with the handcuffs, and between her moans, I heard the succubus laugh at my struggles.
"Oh god, oh god yes," she purred. Using her body, the succubus pressed my head down upon the pillow and rubbed her pussy on my face. Extending my tongue to a painful maximum extension, my corrupted angel danced on my face. Soon she found a sweet spot, where my tongue tickled her pussy while my nose rubbed on her clit. She shamelessly grinded on my face.
"Oooh, Ooh, Oh, Oh fuck," she coo'ed as she reached out and grabbing the headboard, smothered me with her pussy. The nymph was in full control of my mother's body as she used my body for own pleasures. I squirmed beneath her body, my arms fought their restraints, my mind feared I would drown, my lust demanded more.
"Oh god John, Oh god baby that's it, that's it, fuck my cunt," the nymph sang as she bounced up and down on my tongue. It was the most incredible feeling ever to be pummeled by my mother's pussy.
"Oh god, Oh god, Oh god, Oh gaaaa..." my loving angel groaned as she pressed herself upon my face with a wicked impunity. Her orgasm came and swept her up in its rapture. She came with force and her juices flowed out of her in a torrent. I was flooded with so much, I inhaled her liquid manna. My nasal passages wondered what this nectar of the gods was but loved it all the same.