Thomas Grace was the pastor of the local church in his small town. His wife Julie, and their 2 kids, Rebecca and T.J. were 20 and 18 respectively. All 4 of them were your typical upstaging Christians who were at their church at least 5 times a week preparing and participating in many church functions.
Rebecca was a sophomore at the local community college and still living at home with her parents and brother to save money.
T.J. {Thomas Junior) had recently graduated from highschool as valedictorian. He was well respected in the town for his moral, kind, and thoughtful behavior.
Julie was the good housewife to the pastor, and a great mother to her children. Always there to help with any problems they may have, providing wise advice and guidance but allowing her children to make their own decisions. She trusted them to make good, well informed decisions. She performed her wifely duties without complaint and did it well.
One thing that neither member of the Grace family knew was that each of them had a secret. A big secret. Secret desires that they kept closely to themselves. Not even telling their closest friends.
One Sunday morning before church services started is when our adventure begins. A series of happy accidents would occur that would change the family dynamics for the rest of their lives.
Sunday morning. 6:15 am. Rebecca sat at the dining table reading her notes on Leviticus. Her hand had stopped her scribbling when she noticed something that made her stir. She tightened her knees together as she felt a familiar heat radiating from within and spreading to those most intimate parts of her body.
It was a joy for her to get to witness these special moments whenever they occurred.
What had suddenly brought Rebecca to near orgasm without even touching herself was her favorite image. The image of Julie Grace walking into the kitchen. With her back to Rebecca as she walked to the refrigerator, the only thing separating Rebecca's view of what she perceived as the most perfect round ass she had ever seen was the thin, silky material of her mother's short nightgown.
Rebecca's secret was her desire to feel, smell, and taste every inch of the beautiful woman in front of her. Her own mother.
Rebecca hadn't always had a crush on her mother. A spark lit inside her one day as she walked through the front door of the house. She had left school early due to the professors personal life interfering with her education.
As she entered the home she made no sound. Her father had recently oiled the hinges to stop the ear biting creak of the door every time it was opened. This fact wouldn't have made much of a difference as her mother was vacuuming, with her earbuds in, almost completely nude. She swayed back and forth pushing the vacuum across the living room floor. Shaking her perfect rump to the rhythm of the music only she could hear.
Rebecca was stopped dead in her tracks as she took in the most beautiful and erotic sight she had seen in her 20 years on this earth. To her mind, nothing has, and never will compare to the shapely ass slowly swinging in front of her. From that moment on she was hooked. There was almost no reprieve from the sinful thoughts that bounced like grasshoppers in her mind on a daily, sometimes hourly basis.
This particular Sunday morning Rebecca had to literally bite her lips together to keep from moaning out loud for fear of giving up her true deep desire for the woman who brought her into this world as Julie absentmindedly bent at the waist to get the creamer for her morning coffee. Doing so revealed what Rebecca had prayed for many times. Her mother wasn't wearing panties which soaked Rebecca's as she got a good long look at her mother's beautifully puckered asshole.
There was only one Sunday Service on her mind and it was to service her mother's gorgeous body in all the ways she could think of. She was in her own little heaven.
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Sunday morning. 6:21 am. Thomas Grace stood with his hand on the cold brass knob of the bathroom door at the end of the short hallway at the top of the stairs. Hand poised as he internally debated on whether or not to open the door. Just on the other side was the object of his recently acquired obsession. His 18 year old son.
Not only was T.J. one of the smartest kids to ever graduate from the one highschool that educated the young citizens of the three surrounding towns, he was also a fantastic athlete. Quarter back of the football team, star player on the golf team, and the fastest swimmer in the state according to his most recent win that gave him his new, shiny trophy.
What initiated his sexual fantasies towards his young son was the day he headed to the garage to retrieve his study Bible from the front seat of his late model sedan.
As he entered the garage he went unnoticed by T.J. who was lying on his back lifting more wait than Thomas could imagine lifting himself.
Wearing nothing but the tightest, smallest gym shorts, a pair of running shoes with no socks, and a sheen of sweat, Thomas was no better than a deer in the road ahead of a cars high beam headlights as he stood soaking up the image that will be burned in his mind forever.
Thomas felt it immediately. His cock twitched. His stomach tightened, and for reasons he didn't understand at the moment, his asshole convulsed as it tightened and loosened.
The unanticipated sensations caused Thomas to inhale sharply. T.J. noticing the sound, racked his weights and sat up.
With an eye twinkling smile T.J. said "Hi daddy" to his father standing, dumbfounded, in the doorway between the garage and kitchen.
Thomas couldn't control his penis as it became engorged from hearing the word "Daddy". He hadn't been called Daddy in a few years and his heart skipped a beat as he responded with a small catch in his throat "H-hi son, getting a good workout?" Saying this as he avoided eye contact and retrieved his Bible from the front seat.
20 minutes later Thomas was in desperate need to relieve his bladder. Steam escaped as the door cracked slowly open. Once the fog began to evaporate an outline of a perfect specimen stood, turned slightly towards the mirror to the left of the door.
Thomas once again was struck, unable to move or look away from this Adonis. The ever clearing silhouette of his teenage son, large flaccid penis hung invitingly. The rock hard washboard abs demanding to be touched. The tight ass, Thomas thought, needed to be kneaded.
It took all of Thomas's will power to quietly close the door and walk away.
Now on this fateful Sunday morning, as Thomas stood waiting for his mind to make a decision, the door opened startling both Thomas, and T.J. causing the later to drop his towel.
Thank you Jesus Thomas thought as he watched the cloth fall and got a good look at his son's perfect dick. Even soft it was a magnificent member. The large, spongy head was inviting Thomas to kneel down and kiss it, touch it, and lather it with his wet tongue.
Once again Thomas felt his pants tighten, but he stopped himself from fellating his boy.
As T.J. knelt to retrieve his dropped towel Thomas was gifted with the sight of his son's beautiful ass.
And as T.J. stood up he was met with his father's bulge, big and straining the khakis barely holding it back.
