16
HELP FROM MARY
Ellie slept past noon, knelt on her bed, face in a pillow, and prayed to the Virgin Mary. She was in trouble and knew it. She beseeched the merciful mother to chase the feelings still strumming in her mandolin away and never return. The vivid memories of her own daughter eating her pussy sent new waves of electricity into her clit. The soap bar ass-fucking was another matter. She didn't like the feelings there; she loved them. She wondered if Bob would take more interest in fucking her if she begged him to drill her ass. So, Ellie Kovacs, the Baptist church wife of Minister Bob and choir organist, tried to hide in her pillow, her naked ass pointed toward the ceiling. She didn't know what she looked like, didn't care, and assumed the house was empty. Bob was cleaning up after a wedding at the church, Chloe was working her shift at the coffee shop, and Caleb was at track practice. The Baptist Church School rarely let the students out early, and track practice would continue until after five o'clock.
She started to lament in the open room. "How can this be happening. How did Chloe turn into a lesbian? Oh, Mary, help me to be good. I'll behave if you help me." She carried on for a long while, secure in her solitude. That is when she heard the familiar squeak and slam of the kitchen screen door.
Track practice had been canceled for the day. The Coach, Mrs. Link, was absent; she had stayed home to address the problem of her newfound arousal, so Caleb headed for home.
He walked across the track field headed for the back gate, and all the while, he recalled the blowjob his sister had dispensed with such proficiency. That was a day ago, and his cock continuously rose in varying degrees of hardness. He remembered Loretta Fowler, Ellen Havemeyer, and Betsy Ellis snickered together when they openly stared at his impressive pants lump; Caleb always wanted to ask Ellen out on a date but knew his strict Mom would never allow it. That was in the past, though; now he wanted to fuck her in the worst way. He intended to go home, lock himself in his room, and flog his dolphin until it died. Caleb made it home in record time, his boner squeezing back and forth between his thighs as he ran.
The lights were off at the house when he arrived, but he was quiet as he entered. He wanted to avoid his parents and start the fishing expedition toot suite. He crept up the stairs; that's when he heard it. A voice came out of his parent's bedroom, and he inched closer to listen. He remembered how Chloe was in the bathroom with his Mom for an extremely long time after the infamous blowjob. He could only imagine what happened behind the locked door.
Ellie's Baptist gondola was ebbing away from the shore of her religious teachings fast. The sound of the kitchen door closing in the quiet house froze her.
It has to be my son,
she thought. Bob wasn't due back until supper time. Chloe was on at the coffee shop until six; that left her and her son. Ellie got up, opened the bedroom door about a foot, and returned to the doggie position, her bottom aimed toward the door. She reached under her stomach and spread her pussy lips.
Caleb went up the stairs in his socks and stood at his Mom's door but didn't have to listen hard. The voice was rather loud as his Mom talked to herself and he heard her clearly.
"Oh my! Caleb, how you've grown. Your penis is as big as a man's. It's bigger than your father's, and I know how you like to ejaculate while Mommy spanks you; isn't that right? You spewed your seed all over the kitchen when Mommy punished you for masturbating. You liked it, didn't you? Didn't you?" The woman insisted to the empty room.
Caleb was sure he liked it, and the cum load, spurred by the severe ass whipping, was second only to the one he shot down his sister's throat last night.
"Mommy is going to take care of everything for you. You won't have to fuck your hand ever again. That is no way for a man to behave." Caleb's mind was going off the trolly track; was his mother role-playing? Did this mean he could fuck his Mom? He reeled at the implications.
The boy's cock slithered down his sweatpants, and it felt wet. He inched toward the opening and peered cautiously in. He didn't want to be caught, but another beating might not be so bad. He could see half of the bedroom and waited as the dialogue resumed.
"Look at Mommy, Caleb. Watch me play with my cunt. Look, honey, I'm rubbing my clit. Would you like to touch it?" Caleb had never touched a woman's privates, let alone seen one other than in a magazine. He never got to see his sister's sex parts; the thump on the door stopped all that. He slowly inched over until he could see one of his Mom's legs. Caleb had always thought his Mom was pretty. She regularly exercised, and her slim figure was a knockout; he masturbated to her and his sister often. Why his father ignored such a beautiful woman sexually was a mystery to him. He inched further. The scene was scary as he found himself staring into his Mom's splayed cunt and asshole as she twirled her fingers in her pussy.
"Can you see what I'm doing, Caleb?" He could. "Do you want to do it to me?" He did. "Look at my cunt. Would you like to eat it, fuck it? It's right here for you. Look at Mommy's asshole. You can have that, too. He wanted everything. She thought about the soap fucking her daughter had subjected her to, and the mother pulled her cheeks open in a split. Caleb stared at the holes as they twitched and pulsed. He began to rub his cock through the heavy material.
What his Mom said next floored the boy. "Come in, son; I know you're there, right outside the door." She said, spreading her knees more. "Come in and eat Mommy's ass." Caleb was in a trance and slowly entered the room. Ellie didn't want to break the spell and softly urged the boy forward.
"My ass needs your tongue in it." She remembered the reaming her daughter gave her and didn't think she could bear to wait any longer.
"Take off your clothes, honey." Her tone was nurturing, as if she was collecting laundry. He slipped his sweats off and dropped his shorts. "Now get on the bed and kneel behind me. He slid onto the bed as if he didn't want to disturb her. "Closer, honey. Get closer. Can you smell my ass? It still should smell of soap." She recalled how her sphincter had shattered the bar, and some of the pieces were missing. Caleb sniffed the aroma and extended his tongue.
When Caleb's tongue licked her asshole, Ellie thought she would go mad, and she stretched her cheeks apart. "Put it in! Put your tongue in. Come on, son, fuck my ass with your tongue." Caleb thrust and lapped as deep as he could. Ellie was masturbating her clit as her sweet son tongue fucked her.
"More! More! I need more!" Ellie screamed, and her son inserted his index finger to the second knuckle. Ellie sawed at her clitoris and ordered, "More, Put more in, Caleb. I need it! I need it now!" she was wailing, and the boy added another finger.
"Caleb, fuck my ass. Use your fingers; put them all in." Ellie hadn't been fucked in years, and why she craved it up the ass was a
mystery, but there was no denying it. Her clit stuck out over an inch, and she jerked it like a miniature cock. Her cum cat was prowling the outskirts of her campfire, and she begged her son, "Give it to me, son; give it all." She ordered, desperate and demanding. Ellie thought about the feelings from the soap bar that her daughter had shoved up her ass and pleaded, "Shove your fist in my ass. Fucking do it! Do it now!"
Caleb, the obedient son, tucked his thumb in and forced his fist past the tiny gasket of her sphincter. Ellie came with a scream as the knuckles popped through the opening. "Fuck my ass son! Fuck it now! Don't you dare stop or Mommy will spank you!" That didn't scare the boy one bit, and he banged his Mom with bullet punches. Ellie's cum was non-stop as the cunt contractions carried her away. This was all too much for the boy, and he shot a hands-free blast under his Mom, spattering the underside of her hanging tits and the bedspread.
The two conspirators were exhausted, and Caleb lay in his mother's arms. She caressed his head as he snoozed. She noticed that the boy's cock was still hard. Gently she reached down and stroked his dick; she didn't want to wake him. She tickled the underside, and it jerked. A drop of precum formed at the tip. Ellie wiped it off and licked the goo. It was sweet, and she wanted more.
Sally leaned against her locker. She didn't want to go to class. Her fitful night's sleep left her frazzled. The fact that her pussy was on overdrive didn't help matters any, and it lubed so heavily she wore a tampon along with a pad. After the
night of the witches
