Angels Don't Have Wings
Chapter 1
Beth imagined she saw angels. From the time she was a freshman in high school, she began seeing angels, usually not with wings, but kindly men and women who told her outright they were angels. At first she didn't believe in angels, but when she got raped by her prom date, Vic, she had her first visitation. She didn't tell her mother, she was too scared. Her mother was a devout Christian, born again, and spoke in tongues. Beth asked God to forgive her weakness, because she had desires, overwhelming sexual desires. She touched herself at school, in the ladies room. She touched herself when she went to bed, and touched herself when she awoke. Vic had aroused her to the point where she needed to do it again, to have more sex, this time consensual.
Her angels were usually lovely young women with beautiful, soft eyes. They smiled at her, beatific smiles, and she could almost see a halo. But really, there were no halos. The women were slim, and did not have big breasts. Why would an angel need big breasts? Their figures were almost boyish.
Although most angels mentioned in the Bible were males, there are hundreds of female angels that appear in Arabic traditions. And each angel has a purpose, they just don't hang out in a cloud somewhere. The angel that appeared to Beth most often was Charmaine. She was an angel of harmony. As Beth got older, and got married at the age of nineteen, Charmaine no longer appeared to her. Maybe because harmony and marriage weren't compatible. No matter, Beth did not forget her, and when she needed strength, she silently asked Charmaine to help her.
She was now close to 40 years old, and her husband left her six years ago. She retained her curvy figure, being a bit top heavy, with a plump ass. When she had gotten pregnant, her boobs exploded because she was breast feeding her son. She giggled when she thought about her own breast fetish; she loved her boobs. She massaged them every day with cocoa butter, which prevented her getting stretch marks. Her nipples were thick and elongated because of her nursing Danny. Moreover, her nipples were very sensitive, which made life difficult for her. She missed having them sucked.
It was shortly after she stopped nursing Danny that she had retained two exceptionally large perfectly formed tits. They thrust straight out from her ribcage in complete defiance of the laws of gravity. And they were topped by two reddish brown nipples, which hardened easily and jutted nearly a full inch when aroused.
Beth took one full swollen breast in each hand, and gently bounced them, then lightly squeezed the burgeoning firm flesh. She liked the feeling of her hands on her tits. It made her feel that nice, itching squirminess inside her cunt.
Even as she watch in the mirror, the wide areolas, which completely covered the end of each tit, began to puff out until they looked like tits on top of even bigger ones. Her nipples popped out, and grew into hard, thick rods, projecting from the centers. As the lustful feelings grew in her, Beth hefted her breasts again. She bent her head down, and raised one turgid stretched nipple to her lips, then the other one. At first she just licked the stiff nubs, then she wrapped her lips around one and sucked on it, while using her fingers to flick the other one lightly. She sucked hard on the nipple, rolling it between her lips. Finally she nipped it lightly with her teeth.
Accidentally she nibbled a little harder on one swollen super-sensitive nipple, and a powerful wave of orgasmic spasms bolted through her. That produced an involuntary squeal of joy from her lips, and was the beginning of her preoccupation with breast worship.
Beth had let her passions rule her, and she married a man who considered religion a joke. He taught philosophy at the same college her son attended, and probably was why her son was in college in the first place. Danny was more of marketing type, with an outgoing personality but little regard for study.
The years flew by, and she fought a constant battle with her own lust, attempting to be a good mother. She didn't drink, but did take valium, prescribed to her by her gynecologist who had a twisted sense of humor. He promised her the tranquilizer would keep her sexual needs manageable, at least normal, so she wouldn't have to spend most of her day with a vibrator stuffed in her pussy. He recommended purchasing a vibrating dildo on line as a backup, in case she ran out of Valium. She didn't tell him she needed both -- she'd take her Valium and then jam the dildo up her snatch until the Valium kicked in. It usually took a half hour. To complete our description of Beth, she wore a size 7 dress, and had dark, auburn hair, and brown eyes flecked with gold. She had beautiful feet.
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On this particular day, it was laundry day. She was moving towards her son's bedroom and didn't expect to see Danny still home. He usually had college classes early in the morning.
As she stood in the bedroom doorway watching her son peel out of his clothes, Beth Martin emitted a shocked little gasp. Clutching a forgotten load of laundry in her arms, she stared as Danny threw off his shirt and tore his jeans down in a swift, hurried motion, letting his stiff cock spring into the air.
"Oh my God!"
Beth's voice was a small, choked gasp when she saw his rigid, thick prick swing nakedly up above a hefty sagging ball-sac, wagging wildly out in front of him. He kicked the jeans aside and flopped back onto his bed.
It had all happened too suddenly, before she could react. She'd walked into her son's room without bothering to knock, without even the slightest thought of interrupting him. Literally caught in mid-step, she could only stand there gawking wide-eyed as Danny reached down and grasped his rampant cock in a tight first, "Oh, yeah! Yeah, yeah!"
He gave a hoarse groan and began to pump, oblivious to the fact that his mother was watching the whole thing. His fingers rode salaciously up and down his velvety foreskin with long, squeezing strokes, wringing it in sexual abandon. His athletic body bucked off the bed. He didn't have a worry in the world, except tugging on his tool.
Standing there open-mouthed and gaping in horror, Beth saw it all, in that first moment of numbed realization. And in that same instant, her stunned gaze riveted on the huge shaft of cock-meat in Danny's pumping fingers.
It had been a long, long time since she'd seen a man's cock, any man's cock. Divorced, the voluptuous brunette had almost forgotten just what a stiff cock looked like. In fact, she'd long since resigned herself to the lonely existence of a sex starved woman, without a husband to satisfy her. But now, caught in a confrontation so abrupt and unexpected that she couldn't avoid it, Beth found herself staring in astonishment at her own son's pulling on his massive affair. Its enormous, thick length squeezed from the grip of his fingers, swelled into a bloated purple knob that held her attention. Her feet felt like lead. And even in the midst of her shock she felt a gush of throbbing sensation, hardly maternal, shoot through her cunt.
Danny's cock was the biggest she'd ever seen in her life, ever bigger than his father's. Acting on a sense of duty, she dropped her laundry to the floor and walked forward, releasing a lungful of air.
"Danny! stop that this instant! What do you think you're doing? That's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen! Stop it, and I mean now!" She really didn't mean it was disgusting, it was salacious, but she had to say something when she walked onto the stage of his bedroom.
At first he didn't seem to hear her, his attention totally focused on the urgent need that throbbed deep in his balls. He froze in mid-pump, not releasing his grip, and twisted around to find his mother towering over him, her brown eyes sparkling with heightened interest.
"Mom!"
