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Gloria had just stepped out of the shower when she heard the garage door open. Donald was back. That had been close, she thought, wrapping her robe around her and hurrying down to the guest room. She and David had just finished another session of lovemaking not thirty minutes earlier. It had been wonderful, as usual. He had met her at the door when she got home from work. He had been naked. He had given her a single red rose and they had made love right there on the floor by the front door. It was a good thing that Donald hadn't come home or he would have had to step over them to get into the house.
Smiling to herself, she slipped into the bed and pretended to be reading as she heard Donald clomping down the hallway.
Then she heard him stop outside the door. She saw the door ease open.
"Hi," Donald said, sticking his head into the room.
"Hi," she said coldly.
"I would like to talk to you," he said, "as soon as I put my things up. If you don't mind?"
"Sure, I'm not going anywhere."
"Okay, I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Whatever," she said, turning back to her book.
Listening to him trudge down the hall to their room, she wondered what he wanted. Maybe he had had a change of heart and wanted her back in his bed.
She hoped not. She had a lover now. A man who could satisfy all of her deviant needs in so many ways. She could never fall back in love with Donald. David had usurped his place in Gloria's heart and bed.
Finally, she heard Donald coming back.
She watched him step into the room and sit down in the chair next to the bed. She could see that he hadn't shaven and she could smell the stench of his unwashed body. If she hadn't been repulsed before, she was now.
"I've been thinking about us," he started out.
She didn't answer him.
"I think I can find it in my heart to forgive you," he said.
"What?" she growled.
"I think if you join our church and pray for forgiveness and help," he went on seemingly unaware of her rancor, "I think that the Lord can help you overcome your affliction."
"Affliction," she snarled.
"Yes, your affliction. Your gluttony when it comes to sex."
"You're joking," she sputtered, "aren't you?"
"That demon inside of you must be expunged. It must cast out and the Lord is the only one that can do that."
She couldn't speak. She just sat there staring at him with her mouth open.
"That demon inside of you is even reaching out and trying to touch me," he proclaimed, sweat starting to drip down his fat cheeks as he worked himself into a lather.
"And the Lord is your only salvation. Come, pray with me now."
"Get out. Just get the fuck out of my room," she warned him. "Get out before I do something we'll both regret."
"The Lord can save you," he went on reaching for hand.
"Get out," she screeched as she reached out and slapped his face as hard as she could.
Her hand was stinging from the force of the blow as she watched his arrogance melt into shock. She could see the flushed red imprint of her hand on his cheek as he struggled up out of the chair.
"You'll regret this," he grunted, lurching out of the room and slamming the door behind him...
Gloria sat at her desk unable to concentrate on her work. Again, but for a different reason this time. She was tired. She had gotten very little sleep last night. What was she going to do about Donald? She knew that a divorce was the only answer, but she hadn't been able to bring herself to that point just yet...
But after last night, she didn't know how much more of him she could stomach.
Just then there was a light tap on her door.
"Yes, come in," she said, picking up a pen and acting as if she were busy working.
"Good morning, Gloria," she heard Reggie Phipps say as he stepped into her office and closed the door behind him.
Oh, no, he is going to come on to her again, she thought as she watched him step over to her desk. But what was he doing with a video cassette in his hand? He's not going to ask her to watch a pornographic movie with him?
Oh, God, how depraved.
"Oh, Reggie," she smiled up at him, "Oh, Reggie, I'm sorry about this weekend, but David got sick and I had to stay home with him. I hope you understand."
"Of course. Those things happen," he said, "But I'm afraid that I didn't come down here to discuss that."
"Oh?"
"I'm afraid that I have some very bad news for you."
"Oh?' she foolishly repeated herself.
"Yes." He explained, "One of our clients came to me asking me to handle his divorce for him."
"Yes, but... "
"He had suspicions about his wife messing around on him, so he had her followed by a private investigator."
Gloria waited silently.
"Seems that the investigator knew the owner of the motel the pair frequented and the investigator caught the wife and her preacher in some rather awkward positions with his VCR."
"So what does that have to do with me?"
"I hate to be the one to tell you," he went on, setting the cassette down on her desk, "but I'm afraid that Donald is the preacher."
"What? Donald? Preacher?" she sputtered.
"Yes, I'm afraid so."
"I can't believe this... "
"I couldn't either," he apologized, tapping the cassette, "but it is all here on this tape."
She couldn't speak as she stared down at the black rectangle of plastic sitting on her desk.
"I asked the client if I could have twenty-four hours before we did anything and he agreed."
"Huh?"
"So you have twenty-four hours to figure out what you want to do."
She couldn't speak. Her mind was doing somersaults. How could Donald have done anything so stupid?
"I'm sorry, Gloria," Reggie said, turning toward the door, "but I'll have leave you to sort out your dilemma. Go ahead and take the day off. Let me know tomorrow what you want to do."
"Huh, uh, okay," she mumbled, "And thanks."
"No one else in the firm knows," he said, opening the door, "it is just between you and I for the moment."
Maybe she would have to repay his kindness someday, she thought. How absurd. Her whole life seemed to be crumbling down around her and she was thinking about going to bed with her boss. Oh, the power of the demon, Sex, she thought as she picked up her purse and headed out the door.
"Amy, I'm taking the day," she said as she walked by her secretary.
"Uh, okay."
"In fact, have my calls transferred to another secretary and you take the day off, too. With pay."
"Sure thing, Ms. Mallory," the secretary trilled...
The house echoed with the tap of Gloria's heels on the tile floor as she tramped into the recreation room. Stopping in front of the VCR, she slipped the cassette inside and flicked it on. Walking back to the couch, she flicked her heels off and sat down on the couch. Curling her long, graceful legs up underneath her, she watched as a picture slowly formed on the screen.
"Yes, the Lord knows of your weakness of the flesh," she heard Donald say.
On the screen, Donald was standing in front of an older woman who was sitting on the bed. It looked like they were in some cheap motel room.
"And he has sent me to help you with your affliction... "
"Praise the Lord," the woman chanted as Donald reached down and began unbuttoning the woman's blouse.
"He will cleanse you through me... "
"Praise him... "
Donald peeled the woman's blouse off and quickly popped the catch on her brassiere.
"Yes, through me he will send his life cleansing waters... "
The woman's big, floppy tits spilled out into the open like two giant melons as Donald wrapped his hands around them.
"Can you feel the power of the Lord... "
"Oh, Yes. Praise the Lord," the lady gushed out as Donald tweaked the big, swollen nipples jutting out of the mountains of flesh.
"You must drink of the Lord's healing waters to be cleansed... "
"Oh, Yes, drink the waters," she droned on.
"Drink from my fountain. Drink the Lord's cleansing waters from my fountain... "
"Yes, Praise the Lord. To drink from your fountain. Drink his cleansing waters, she echoed him as he released her tits, letting them flop back down.
With a swiftness she didn't know he possessed, Donald unsnapped his pants and let them drop to the floor. As he did, his thick, fat cock flopped out into the open.
"You must anoint my fountain to bring forth the cleansing waters... "
"Praise the Lord... "
With a look of reverence, the woman reached out and took hold of Donald's flaccid prick. Lifting it up, she leaned down and sucked it into her mouth.
"Yes. Yes. Anoint its holiness with your mouth and tongue... "
Gloria watched on in utter disbelief as the woman hungrily devoured Donald's cock. As she did, it slowly began to grow.
"Oh. Yes. Anoint the Lord's holy Scepter with your warmth and love... "
It took only moments for Donald's prick to reach it full height and girth, jutting out some seven inches long. The older woman eagerly stroked his big, meaty staff with her lips as he looked down at her with arrogant pride on his face.
"Suc, uh, anoint it, oh yes, anoint it with your sweet loving lips... "
Gloria could see the veins standing out in her husbands neck as he rocked his hips back and forth in rhythm with the woman's bobbing head. Sweat was trickling down his fat jowls and dripping down onto his shirt as he reached down and took the woman's head in his hands.
"The waters, the waters are coming... "
Then holding her head between his hands, he began to fuck her face, driving his cock even deeper into her mouth and throat.
Gloria could hear the woman gagging, but saw that she made no effort to stop the rape of her face.
Suddenly, Donald jerked the woman's head back away from his bouncing cock.
"Are you prepared to accept the waters?" he asked her, his rigid ripeness twitching right in front of the woman's wide eyes. "Take the cleansing waters into your soul and wash away your sins?"
"OhyespraisethelordIwanttodrinkthewaters," she gushed out in one quick gasp.
"Then, drink of the Lord's cleansing waters," Donald snorted, jerking her head forward and impaling her mouth on his stiff cock.
"Drink them deep and hard... " he gasped, shoving his cock into her mouth at the same instant he grabbed her hair and pulled her into him.
Gloria heard the woman gag loudly as Donald's prick slammed down into her throat, but she made no effort to escape.
"Aiennnnnnnhhhh! Aiennnnnnnhhhh! Aiennnnnnnhhhh!" Donald squealed again and again as his hips shook and jiggled obscenely. He was quickly emptying his balls into the woman's ravenous mouth. He held her face shoved down into his hairy crotch as his fat ass jerked and jerked.
At last, his ass stopped quivering and he pulled the woman's head back up off his slowly deflating penis.
The woman slowly let Donald's shrunken penis slither out of her mouth.
"Oh, do you feel cleansed?" Donald asked her as his cock plopped out of her mouth.
"Oh, Yes, I feel cleansed... "
"Do you feel saved... "
"Oh, Yes, I feel saved... "
"Praise the Lord," Donald groaned, pulling the woman to her feet and taking her in his arms.
"Praise the Lord," the woman whispered as they embraced.
"I think that the Lord is pleased," Donald told her gently kissing her on the lips.
"Praise the Lord," the woman mewed.
"In fact," Donald went on importantly, "I think the Lord wants me to anoint your sacred place with his waters the next time."
"Oh, Praise the Lord," the woman happily sang, "I am ready for the Lord to anoint the sacred place between my legs with his cleansing waters. To rid them of the unholy gluttony... "
"But, we must wait for two weeks," Donald went on, "for the Lord's cleansing waters to grow in strength... "
"Oh, yes, Praise the Lord... "
Then in a flurry of activity, the pair dressed and departed, leaving the camera staring into the empty room...
Gloria was in shock. She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. Her dear, religious husband getting his rocks of in the name of the Lord. God how hypocritical could he be? And keeping the woman waiting for the next cleansing while he recuperated for two weeks. The sniveling little rat...
Two hours and three drinks later, Gloria came up with the grand plan. The plan to solve all of her problems at once. Another trip to Frederick's, a quick shower, and she was ready...
Finally, three-thirty rolled around. She knew that David would be coming home from school any minute.
Going to the front door wearing only a thin, flowing gown, she peeked out and saw Donald hurrying up the street toward their house. She could see that he was smiling expectantly. Grinning to herself, she peeled back the gown and let it float to the floor. Watching, she waited until David stepped up to the door and reached for the knob before she opened the door.
"Well, hello Lover," she drawled, bending a knee and stretching her arm up the edge of the door as she struck a provocative pose, "Glad you're home."
"God, Mom," David, laughed quickly glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone was watching, "what if someone saw you?"
"Oh, don't be such a ninny," she laughed, shoving the door shut and pressing herself against him. "Aren't you happy to see me?"
"Fuck, yes," he blathered, dropping his bookbag and pulling her against him.
"All I do all day long," he groaned, "is dream about seeing you when I get home."
"Really?" She grinned mischievously, gently kissing him on the lips.
"See, I can't think of anything else," he said, gently pressing his rock hard cock against her stomach.
"Oh, nice," she laughed stepping back away from him and dropping to her knees in front of him.
She quickly unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his pants as she looked up at him with an evil smile on her lips.
"I haven't eaten all day," she snickered, grabbing his pants and jerking them down to his knees. "And, I am very, very hungry."
David just stood leering down at her as she pulled his shorts down letting his big, ripe cock spring out into the open.
Even before it had a chance to stop bouncing up and down, she pounced on it and sucked it into her mouth.
David watched on in astonished delight as his mother hungrily devoured his throbbing cock. God, what a way to be greeted. Life was good...
After Gloria had teased David to the point of eruption, she stopped sucking on him and let his prick slither out of her mouth. Licking her sparkling red lips, she stood up and took his hand.
"Damn, Mom, aren't you going to finish what you started?" David groaned as he felt her tugging him into the kitchen.
"Why, I thought you might like a snack, too," she grinned lecherously as she sat down on the table.
Grabbing his shirt, she tugged him down to his knees in front of her.
Lifting her legs, she rested her feet on his shoulders and slowly pulled his face down toward the drooling pit between her legs. Her readiness was evident by the stream of nectar leaking out of her steaming cunt.
Grinning sinisterly, David buried his face in the hot, wet softness between her ivory thighs. Regaling in the pungent perfume of her overheated womanhood, he rubbed his face in the beauty of her ripe womanhood.
Finally, with his face covered in her juices, he found her clitoris and quickly sucked in into his mouth. Attacking it with his lips, he hungrily ate his mother's delightful feast...
As David's tongue teased and tortured her tingling clitoris, she could feel the excitement of an orgasm gathering deep inside the wet heat of her cunt.
But she couldn't let herself go and give in to it. She had to save herself.
Save herself for the moment of truth. The coup de grace. The telling blow.
"Oh, Honey, you are too good," she moaned, gently pushing his face away from her slavering cunt. "I'm sorry, but we've got to stop."
"Why, don't you like it?" he complained, looking up at her.
"No, you silly boy," she laughed, seeing that his face was covered with her slippery wetness.
"We just have to save it for tonight."
"Tonight?"
"Yes, tonight."
"But, uh, isn't Dad going to be here tonight?"
"Oh, yes," she smirked at him, winking, "He will be here."
"But, how, uh, what?"
"Things are going to change around her after tonight," she cackled, giving him a gentle shove and watching him topple backward as she slipped to the floor. "But, you'll just have to trust me until then, okay?"
"I guess so," he said with a puzzled look on his face as he stared up at her from the floor. "I guess I don't have any other choice."
"Nope, you don't," she laughed.
"Oh, well, I guess I'll just have to wait and see... "
"Just one thing," she said, reaching down to help him up, "Please just do as I say tonight. Without any complaints. Okay."
"Sure, Mom, sure. Anything you say... "
Donald arrived home at around six-thirty. As she waited for him in the kitchen, he didn't even stop. He just went straight up to their bedroom.
Waiting for a few moments, she followed him upstairs. Wearing her old bathrobe to cover what was underneath, she stopped by David's room.
"Honey, supper is ready," she grinned, popping her head into his room.
"Uh, uh, sure, Mom," he grinned back her from his bed where he lay slowly stroking his big, hard cock.
"Oh, David, you are incorrigible," she laughed, shaking her head, "but hurry on down. You don't want to miss the show."
Laughing to herself, she hurried on down the hall to where Donald waited.
Stopping outside the door, she braced herself and stepped inside.
"Supper is ready," she told him.
"I'm not hungry," he told her from the bed where he lay reading his paper.
"Well, I have a surprise for you," she told him, "and I think you had better come down and get it."
"What?"
"You'll just have to come down and find out," she said, turning and walking out of the room...
She stood at the kitchen sink with her back to the table as she heard Donald shuffle into the room. David was already sitting at the table eating his salad.
"What," Donald angrily asked. "What is the surprise?"
"Oh, don't be so huffy," she smiled at him over her shoulder, "just sit down and see."
"This is ridiculous," he grumbled, plopping down into his chair.
With that, Gloria reached down and untied the belt of her bathrobe. Taking a deep breath, she shrugged her shoulders and let the robe slither to the floor.
"My God, Gloria," Donald sputtered, "Have you gone fucking crazy?"
"What," she grinned innocently, turning around and facing them. "You don't like my little outfit?"
"David, cover your eyes," David growled, rising up out of the chair.
"Oh, shut up and sit down," she warned him, pointing her little, silver twenty-five caliber pistol at him, "he's seen it before and he appreciates it a lot more than you do."
Donald dropped back into the chair and glanced over at David. He saw that David had a silly grin on his face and was ogling his mother's provocative costume with obvious appreciation. Turning back to her, he stared at her with eyes as big around as silver dollars.
"Nice, Mom," David laughed, admiring his mother's abbreviated French maid costume.
"You really like it?" she asked, slowly turning and letting both of them get an eyeful of the beauty on display.
"And how," he smirked.
He had never seen her in this outfit before. She must have bought it expressly for tonight's festivities, he thought as he ogled her.
She made a beautiful French maid, he thought, with her long, blond hair cascading down around her exotic, heart shaped face. In her hair, she wore a lacy little headpiece of white lace and black ribbon. And around her delicately slender neck was a dainty lace choker made of the same lace and ribbon.
Her electric blue eyes sparkled with the excitement as she watched his eyes explore her body.
Then he felt his heart lurch with wicked delight as he feasted his eyes on her large, bare breasts. The big, pendulous melons were being held up by the lace covered underwire of the tiny black corset she wore. The sexy, satin corset ended just above the sexy point of her hips where the four thongs stretched down to the tops of the black, fishnet hose. Heavy and ripe, her breasts were wondrous works of art, jiggling softly as she slowly turned.
Finally dropping his eyes down from her exquisite breasts, he felt his cock lurch again. She wore a white, lace trimmed apron that covered most of her soft, round belly, but it ended just above the triangle of curly, blond hairs covering her soft underbelly. Then David saw that she had shaved the curly patch of hair in such a way that the thick, fleshy lips of her pussy were clearly visible.
David was so hard, he thought his cock was going to burst his pants open as his eyes traveled down the exhilarating swoops and swells of her long, statuesque legs all the way down to her sparkling, black patent leather stiletto heels. Beautiful, long, curving legs. Legs so long, it would take a man forever to climb up their slippery smoothness.
Then he saw that her arms were covered in soft, sheer white lace. The floral etched glovelets she wore started at her elbows and ended in a tiny loop wrapped around her long, red tipped middle fingers. Even the little silver toy of a gun she held in her hand looked sexy to David.
"What in God's name do you think you are doing?" Donald groaned when she finally stopped turning.
"Oh, I thought you liked to dominate your women," she smiled wickedly, "so I dressed for the occasion."
"What in the hell are you talking about," he wheezed.
"Well, I came into the possession of a nice little piece of art this morning," she grinned, slowly walking over to the VCR under the television.
David couldn't help admiring the way her big, pendant breasts and hard, firm ass wiggled and danced as she walked. He didn't know what was going on, but it looked like it was going to be a night to remember.
But his cock was so hard, it was aching inside the tight confines of his pants. Brazenly, he reached down under the table and unzipped his pants.
Digging inside his pants, he was finally able to extract his rock hard penis and free it from the tight confines of his pants.
"Ahhhhh," he murmured as the pain went away.
"And you are the star," she cackled at Donald as she flicked the VCR and Television set on.
It took a few seconds for the TV to warm up, but soon they were all looking at the picture of Donald standing in front of the older lady...
"Oh, No, I, What, How, Oh, My, God... " Donald wheezed, clutching his chest.
"Chest pains, dear?" She asked him as she stood watching him grimace in pain.
"Turn it off, please," he begged her...
"And he has sent me to help you with your affliction... "
"What is it Donald, do all women have an 'affliction'?"
"Gloria, don't"... "
"Shut up and listen to this, you fat slug," she commanded him. "I want your son to see what kind of a man his father is."
"Yes, through me he will send his life cleansing waters... "
Gloria saw that David had his eyes glued to the screen with a disbelieving smile on his face while Donald sat beside him, white faced and gasping for breath.
"Can you feel the power of the Lord... "
"Oh, Yes. Praise the Lord,"
"Drink from my fountain. Drink the Lord's cleansing waters from my fountain... "
"Please, Gloria, please, I'll do anything you want, just turn it off," he pleaded with her.
"You must anoint my fountain to bring forth the cleansing waters... "
"Gloria, for Christ's sake, please... "
"Yes. Yes. Anoint its holiness with your mouth and tongue... "
"Suc, uh, anoint it, oh yes, anoint it with your sweet loving lips... "
Gloria saw that David was grinning from ear to ear now as he watched his pious father being sucked by the woman. She also saw that the veins in her husband's neck were bulging out through the fat as he watched his performance. His glistening white forehead was drenched in sweat and it was trickling down his fat jowls, dripping down onto his shirt.
"Are you prepared to accept the waters?"
"OhyespraisethelordIwanttodrinkthewaters... "
"Wow," David laughed as he watched his father's bloated body quiver and shake on the television screen.
"Aiennnnnnnhhhh! Aiennnnnnnhhhh! Aiennnnnnnhhhh!"
"Oh, Do you feel cleansed?"
"Well, David, do feel cleansed?" Gloria laughed, "Or sickened?"
David laughed with her as Donald bowed his head in shame.
"I think that the Lord is pleased... "
"Oh, really" Gloria laughed again, "Pleased by this?"
"Oh, yes, Praise the Lord... "
"Oh, yes, verily, I say unto ye," Gloria sarcastically drawled, "Praise the Lord."
Turning off the VCR, she ejected the cassette and pitched it on the table.
"Here, Donnie," she snarled at her husband, "I even made a copy for you."
"What? How many copies are there?"
"You'll never know, my fat worm," she smiled evilly, "unless you fuck up and piss me off."
"What are you going to do now?"
"We, my dear Donald," she laughed insanely, "we are going to have a little orgy."
"What?" He choked, looking over at David who leered back at him. "But David... "
"David, why don't you quit hiding your cock under the table and show your father how grown up you are while you are tying him to his chair... "
In spite of himself, David felt himself blushing as his mother picked up the coil of rope lying on the counter and sauntered across the room toward him.
"Stand up, David and show your daddy how big you are... "
With a psychotic grin on his face, David slowly pushed the chair back and stood up.
"Oh, No!" Donald groaned when he saw David's big, hard cock jutting out at him.
"How could you?" he asked looking up into his son's face.
"Hey, like father, like son," he leered back at his father as he took the rope from his mother.
"Hardly, David, dear," Gloria chirped, wrapping her lace covered hand around his throbbing stiffness. "Daddy dear, only likes it every two or three weeks and you want it two or three times every night... "
Donald clutched his chest again as he grasped the meaning of her words.
"You mean, you mean, that, that, every night... " He muttered in disbelief.
"Oh, Donnie, don't be such a prude," she laughed, slowly running her hand up and down her son's thick hardness. "Sometimes two or three times before you get home... "
"Oh Fucking God," he gasped as David eased away from his mother's clutching hand and stepped up to where his father sat. Reaching down, he quickly jerked his father's hands behind his back. Wrapping the rope around his father's fat, pudgy arms, he soon had Donald where he could lean bank and forward, but he couldn't use his arms or hands...
Then as David stepped back away from his bound father, Gloria stepped up to the table and with a sweep of her arm, sent all the dishes on the table crashing to the floor.
"Don't worry about it," she grinned at David, dropping the gun onto the table, "Donnie here will clean up after we are through with him.
Then with a fiendish cackle, she sat down on the table. Lifting her long, lovely legs up, she scooted back until she was lying in the center of the big, oak table.
"Now, David, dearest," she smiled, slowly spreading her legs apart, "you can finish the meal you started this afternoon."
"Donald, you can take notes," she laughed, "your son knows how to really please a woman."
Smiling arrogantly, David peeled his T-shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. Then with a flourish, he unsnapped his pants and shucked them down his strong, muscular legs. Standing before his mother and father naked, he leered at his father.
"Donald, see how nice and trim fucking will keep you," she said, unable to stop herself from breaking out in wicked laughter once again.
Then as his father watched on in shocked horror, David buried his face in wet muskiness of the oozing gash between his mother's legs. Throwing her head back, she reveled in the feel of his tongue and mouth on her pussy. As he ate her, David made loud, lewd slurping sounds. Even more noise than he usually made, she thought. Probably for his father's benefit.
Like a man possessed, David ravaged her cunt hungrily. She had never seen him so wild. His tongue felt like a rasp on her clitoris, quickly thrusting her to the edge of a cataclysmic orgasm. But she couldn't give in to it yet, no not yet. She couldn't let an orgasm dull the perversion of the night.
"OH, Baby, Please," she panted, shoving her son's ravenous mouth from her salivating pussy. "Wait, please."
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