This is is a story of fiction. All characters of relevance are 18+. Please enjoy.
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"Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!"
Early Sunday morning, the sounds of the bedsprings lightly creaking with an occasional thumping of the headboard against the wall has now become "part and parcel" in the Jennings household. As the sunlight began its' journey of breaking through the darkness that had consumed the sky, the moans and grunts floated throughout the bedroom.
"I'm cumming," he haphazardly said, his sweaty body fully on top of her.
"Get it all out," she whispered, breathlessly in his ear. "I want your mind clear and relaxed for the sermon you're delivering later."
Thrusting a few more times, he re-gripped her legs, feeling the fullness of her tan nylons touching his body.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" He'd utter, relief pumping out of him.
Keeping her hold of him, her tiny hands and fingers gripped his shoulders from underneath as his head stayed lodged in between her neck and the pillow her head lay on. Looking at her legs pointing up, she felt the numbing sensation in her weary legs that had been cast for the last 25 minutes. Running her left hand, adorned by her wedding band through his scruffy hair, Elaine Jennings was in blissful ecstasy.
"Pump it all into your mother, sweetheart," her angelic voice, subdued.
Finally, his hips slowed, and now, having shed the last vestiges of the new batch of semen that had built up as they slept, he collapsed on top of her. Releasing her legs, they fell onto the mattress on either side of him.
"Mmmmmm," she seductively mewled, as the pair patiently awaited easier breaths come their way. "I felt it all, Jeffrey. I'm beginning to like you waking me up this way," a tired, yet loving smile on her face.
"When dad's..away, we don't..have to..rush," Jeffrey said, now kissing her neck.
"It does make it easier," She admitted to him. "The team that went on the mission trip with him won't be back until the following Thursday. So we can wake up this way every morning," She said, assuredly.
After his hips ceased their pumping, Elaine patted his butt. Looking at the clock by her bed, it read, "5:49."
"Honey, you need to get in the shower. You need to get to the church and put those finishing touches on your sermon," she pointed out.
"I'd rather stay just like this, mom," Jeffrey quietly said.
"You've had more than enough for one night, young man," Elaine stated, clearly remembering a few hours earlier, the raucous, animalistic fucking he lay upon her, after they both arrived home from an evening dinner with his girlfriends family. "You wore me out."
Lifting himself off of her, Elaine's smooshed boobs formed back into the globes many men have had the pleasure to indulge upon. Red, and bruised from being mauled, just the sensation of his 210lbs. lifting off of her 110 lb body was a relief.
As he pulled his, now deflated, prick from her warm, overly used tunnel, what followed was a flow of his semen escaping its' temporary housing. Running out of her, it made its' way, not only down onto the mattress and linens, but also began to saturate the pantyhose she always wears in bed at night.
As always, Elaine felt no shame. No remorse. As pastor's wife, she knew what she needed to do to help keep her husbands conregation relevant.
"Remember what your dad has taught you, Jeffrey," she said, as she made her way to sitting at the edge of the bed. "He's counting on you to give incredible sermons until they all arrive back."
At only 19, Jeffrey Jennings was still a boy at heart. But through his fathers teachings, he had become very well versed in biblical teachings and had co-sermoned with his father. This was his first sermon solo, though.
As Jeffrey disappeared into the bathroom, Elaine managed to get her feet. Slowly regaining the sensation in her legs, she retrieved her robe and wrapped it around her body. Looking at herself in the mirror of her vanity, the 42 year old mother of 3 sighed at the sheer exhaustion her face showed. Leaving her high heels she always wears for Jeffrey by the bed, Elaine padded down the stairs, careful of the hardwood floors and her feet and legs sheathed in her soiled, run-laden nylons.
Preparing a quick breakfast for them both, she went right to work.
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Hearing the bedroom door open, then close, the heavy plodding descending the stairs alerted her of Jeffrey's arrival. Upon Jeffrey entering the kitchen, Elaine had just put 2 plates of eggs, bacon and toast, plus 2 cups of coffee, on the table.
"Eat up, Sweetie," she lovingly. I need to shower myself then return your dads' texts.
As they ate together, the silence was a reprieve from the chaos last night.
After they ate, Elaine kissed his cheek. "Be a dear and clear the table. Mama needs toget ready herself."
As she went upstairs, she removed the soiled linens from the bed, quickly remade it, then lay her outfit on the bed. Heading in for her own shower, she was trying to mentally prepare for the day ahead.
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20 minutes later, and after a refreshing shower, Elaine began dressing. Looking out of the bedroom window, she saw Jeffrey's Mustang missing from the driveway. Aware he was now at church, the clock on her wall showed 7:10am.
