All characters in this story are over eighteen.
It was 3.00 am that morning and my stepmom Louise and I lay naked and perspiring on my dad's super-king size bed. I had come inside my stepmom three times that night. My dad was gone on business, but he knew what was going on with Louise and me. Basically, my whole life changed in two nights. I realized when I listened in on some steamy phone calls that my dad and Louise are kinky as hell.
She is an exhibitionist who likes pumping up her pussy and her nipples and showing them to young guys. My dad is not jealous. He basically lets her do what she likes. Then he gets off when she tells him about it. When they caught me listening in on the extension phone, they invited me into their kinky world and I became my hot stepmom's boy-toy. I am not complaining!
I had just returned from the bathroom when she began to tell me about her past and how she met my dad.
"One thing that attracted me to your father was that we are both Catholics," she said, "that was important to me."
"Really?" I said, "I didn't think dad was very religious. Are you?"
"Sometimes," she said, "sometimes not so much."
She squeezed my semi-hard cock and giggled.
"But I did work for a priest once. That was interesting."
"Hmm..." I said, "I think working for a priest could be pretty boring."
"He wasn't what you might imagine when you think of a priest. He was young and very good looking. At first I couldn't understand why he had chosen the priesthood. What a waste! If you want to know the truth I had a big crush on him."
"Wow!" I said, "Did anything happen?"
"Yes," she said, "He was a challenge. I wanted him to want me like I wanted him. So I seduced him."
"What did you do?" I asked. I could feel her getting aroused and I was getting very turned on by her story.
"I was managing the accounts at the church and one night after everything was closed, I asked if he would hear my confession. We went in the confession booth, me on one side and him on the other. There was a curtain separating the two sides, but it wasn't very effective. You could see quite a lot if you wanted."
"As soon as I got in there, I undressed. He must have heard sounds, but he probably thought I was just getting comfortable. Or who knows? Perhaps lots of women undressed in the confessional when he was hearing their confession!"
"He asked me when I had last taken confession. I was now completely naked except for my heels. I had a pump in my purse and as he talked, I attached it to my shaved pussy and pumped it until I couldn't take any more pressure."
"Wow," I said. She was lightly squeezing my cock and I was hard as an iron bar.
"Does that excite you?" she asked, giving me a long gently squeeze. "I guess I don't need to ask that, do I?"
"The proof is in the... whatever..." I said, not being able to remember the whole thing.
"Yes it is," she whispered, kissing my lips. "I said to him, Father, I have impure thoughts."
"Yes my child," he said, "and have you acted upon them?"
"Yes father," I said, "I have masturbated."
"How many times my child?"
"Too many to count," I said, "The worst thing is my impure thoughts are for a priest."
"A priest?" he said, "why a priest?"
"He is a very attractive man. Oh father," I said, "it's you!"
"Me my child?" he seemed genuinely shocked.
"Yes father," I said "and to make things even worse, I am naked now. I came in here to masturbate as I confessed. It excited me to desecrate this holy place and have an orgasm in your presence. In my sinful mind I hoped you might see my naked body through the curtain and become aroused. Look father!"
"I stood up and pulled back the curtain so he could see. My breasts were aroused and my nipples were thick and stiff. The pink cup was on my pussy. My lips and clit were extra swollen and juicy. I said, 'Do you like what you see, father?'"
