In the last couple of hours my entire life and religious outlook had changed dramatically. My father, a devout fire and brimstone preacher, was in fact a cross-dressing sissy. He had secretly been sucking several men's cocks, some whom I knew personally, in our little town. And I caught him hiding in our neighbor's tool closet dressed as a submissive bottom slut for old man David Murphy -- the nicest widower anyone would every meet. My dad, the pastor, had prepared to give up his ass cherry to the old man. Unfortunately, Mr. Murphy had suffered a mild heart attack requiring an ambulance to rush him off to the hospital. He would be released a few days later.
As fate would have it, I took charge, popped my saintly father's cherry, and deep ass-fucked him into complete submission making me the man of the house. The only obstacle remaining to seal the deal in this power shift was my mother -- the Queen Bitch.
I never like the way my parents raised me, nor the complete religious indoctrination received all my life even to this day. With that said, I love them with all my heart, but they raised me with tough love and now they are about to get it right back in spades.
My mother's life was wrapped up in the church. Being the daughter of a preacher and now the wife of one she felt her life truly fulfilled and definitely entitled. Without it she had nothing to hold onto. The congregation made her a pillar of society and a cornerstone for the faithful. In this town at least, she felt important and useful. My grandmother, the ever so fervent Christian, ate, slept, and breathed her faithfulness to the church. She was far worse than my mother could ever be. My grandfather, now a retired preacher, made both my mom and grandmother appear cream puff moderates against his hard fisted approached to sinners and saints.
I walked up to my house and stopped short of opening the door. As I considered my strategy to confront my mom, several sexual images of her flashed through my lustful mind.
She was a beautiful forty-one year old woman in her own sexy way. Her tits were the size of grapefruits, making her nipples bigger than my thumb. They always stuck out through the thin blouses she wore around the house. Her full breasts hovered majestically above a flat stomach, credited to weekly gym visits, showcasing a wide ass made for pounding. A perfect butt thickness shaped like a juicy peach. Her legs were her best attributes - lustful long sexy legs were meant to wrap around you. Along with her tasty pouty lips that cried out to be used and abused by a hard cock making her gag and swallow.
Over the years, I discovered how frustrated she had become without sexual satisfaction from dad. My bedroom lay next to theirs with very thin walls. And as a nosy son, who wanted to know her secrets, I found all of her sex toys like dildos, butt plugs and vibrating eggs. Then there was her strap-on. A big black rubber monster 8 inches in length and thick tucked away in her panty draw. Still my own cock dwarfed the rubber dick. Now dad had said she did not know about him, so who was she fucking or fucking her. And the butt plugs, who was playing with her ass.
The private fights behind closed doors said a lot about their marriage as well. After seeing dad's small penis and learning his secret I know why.
Still, she was queen bitch who smiled happily during church and ruled over everyone at home. I planned to dethrone the cunt today.
My plans for that bitch were now set in stone.
Then another thought came to mind as my hand rested on the front door handle. My dearest mother knew both her husband's and son's routine each and every Saturday morning. We were not expected to return home until after 3:00 in the afternoon. I really wanted to know what she was up to.
I eased open the front door. As usual it was unlocked. No one in the neighborhood locked doors until bedtime. Sneaking inside, quietly closing the door, I crept inside to the end of the foyer, walking towards my mother's voice. She was in a heated discussion on her phone.
"I don't care how you do it, Glenda. It's your fault he left," she shouted. Then she said, "Listen, Dan Brickfort is one of the richest men in the entire county... I don't care how you feel... shut up you fucking whore... Yes... yes... I do expect you to swallow his filthy cum."
I had never heard my mom swear outside the house, or on the phone. She reserved her profanity for my dad.
"Glenda, you pushed him to the Methodist, and it is up to you to get him back... so what if he wants to fuck you in the ass... he can have your ass as long as I get his money bank rolled in the church."
Then it happened, I kicked the tea table in the foyer. She knew someone was home. Her tone and conversation changed quicker than the weather.
"Oh, it was so nice to share the word of God with you my dear sister in Christ... oh sure... I think someone just came inside..." she said, "anyone there?"
"Just me, Mom," I said walking into the kitchen.
Mom sat at the breakfast counter in the kitchen speaking on the phone and wearing her silk night gown and fuzzy slippers. The thin fabric fit snug against her body.
"Hi Mom," I said.
She looked up and shushed me as she continued to talk. I leaned against the kitchen entrance and pulled out my phone. I texted dad, 'Do not come home until I say so.'
'OK' he replied.
I viewed my godly mom in a very different light now. She was no longer a pristine pastor's wife with a shining silver halo over her head, but an arrogant slut in need of a master. And I was going to be that master.
As she continued her ruse ignoring my presence, I rushed upstairs, went to my room, grabbed my cum stained bath towel. It was short work to collect all my mom's sex toys from her bedroom and wrap them into the towel. I headed back down stairs, with towel in hand as my mother ended her call. Then the thought came to me to save the fuck film on my phone. I hurried back to my room and uploaded the data on a flash drive, and several sites on the web. I returned to the kitchen.
Desiree Wooden hung up.
"What are you doing here? What about Mr. Murphy's lawn?" she asked.
"He was sent to the hospital. Good thing Dad was there. He called the ambulance and may have saved him."
"Where is your father now?"
"Hospital," I said.
"See how good he is as the local pastor. Such a Godly man," she smiled.
"Very Godly, Mom," I said. "He was shouting god's name for an hour."
"Praying?" she looked at me confused.
"You might say that," I said and played the video showing how I fucked Dad's cherry bubble butt into oblivion. She could not miss my huge 11 inch cock slamming home into his stretched asshole. His slutty whines bounced wildly off the walls in the kitchen. She heard him beg me to fuck him harder and faster and watched him lift his ass up to meet each thrust deep inside his queer pussy.
"OH, MY GOD!" she screamed. Her face draped in horror. She reached for my phone in a panic.
"Not so fast, Bitch!" I said yanking the phone from her reach. "I need to share this with your faithful church groups."
She broke down in tears and crumpled onto the kitchen floor in a fetal position. Her ass pointed upwards and knees draw to her chest. Setting the sex-toy filled towel on the counter, I walked over to her and slapped her on her big wide ass. The outline of her purple thong framed her butt.
"On your knees," I commanded. "Or the video goes to everyone you know and don't know, Cunt." I pulled her up. "Are you ready to suck, Bitch?"
"How dare you!" she yelled. "I don't suck dick."
"And I dare a lot," I said. "And yes you will suck my cock."
She looked around as if making sure she wasn't having a nightmare. Mascara ran down her cheeks and an oily shadow formed giving her raccoon eyes. "That's incest you bastard."
"Yeah, Dad didn't complain too much... well at first he did."
I dropped my shorts and underwear and kicked them across the floor. My hard 11 inch cock sprang up and slapped my belly. "Suck your son's cock, mom."
"My God, Ryan... I can't suck something so fat and long," she said. Her eyes grew wide with both fear and lust. She unconsciously licked her lips and swallowed.
