Free Use Mommy Obeys Her Son
Tony Carter - Day 2
Church service was over. The congregation was getting up to talk to each other, share in their fellowship. I stood naked over Mrs. Bishop, the preacher's wife, and her daughter Jenny. They both dripped in my cum and licked up my jizz.
It was so hot watching them gather my spunk and share it with each other. They snowballed it back and forth. I hadn't even told them to do that. They were so eager to be used by me and make me happy, they just did it.
The device that P created was amazing. Did he ever use it? Or was it just lost to the dark corner of the web where I stumbled across it? The only person who had ever taken his discovery seriously. Shame, he was a genius.
It worked.
Reverend Bishop slapped his hand down on my shoulder. "Thank you for using my wife and daughter. You should come over and have lunch."
Mrs. Bishop broke the kiss with her daughter, cum dripping from her chin and splatting on her breast. "Oh, yes, you have to come over for lunch, Tony."
"Please, please, say you will," Jenny moaned, her small breasts quivering.
"Sure, sure," I said. "Now keep licking up that cum."
They both attacked the other's face. They gathered up my cum that coated them and shared it with each other. Reverend Bishop squeezed my shoulder and headed off to talk. I smiled and noticed that Yasmina, a Hispanic cutie my age, and her mother, Mrs. Jimenez were staring at me with eager eyes. They wanted to be used.
"Maybe next Sunday," I told them. "If you two impress me."
"Of course," Mrs. Jimenez said.
I went back down to look at the preacher's wife and daughter cleaning up my spunk. They were kissing again, their tongues dancing as they swapped my pearly jizz back and forth. It was so delicious. I watched for a few more minutes.
"Okay, we'll leave after I talk to my mom and sister," I said. "So get dressed."
I headed away from them and realized I could have told them to stay naked. No one would care. I could parade them nude through a nunnery and no one would bat an eye. I mean, I just fucked them in the middle of Sunday service. Plus, I was naked.
Mom, Debbie, and Bitch were all staring at me with hope. They must be so wet. Mom had this smoldering heat in her eyes. Dad was looking a tad miffed. I bet he wanted some from Mom, but she was a prude.
Except with me.
"I'm going over to the Bishops' for lunch," I said.
"Oh," Debbie said, my little sister's face falling. Bitch's did, too, surprisingly.
Mom put on a brave smile. "Well, you do have a crush on her. I suppose that's supposed to be expected."
"So while I'm having lunch, Mom, I want you to shave Debbie's pussy," I said. "I want her bare from now on. So that's your job to make sure she's ready to be used by me in that way. When I see you two for evening service, she better have a bald twat."
"Of course, honey," Mom said and gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek like she always would. "Have fun at lunch."
I didn't want a chaste kiss from my mom. I kissed her full on the lips, savoring the feel of her plump mouth. She moaned as I did that, my hands sliding around to grip her ass. I squeezed her as Debbie bounced with excitement.
I broke the kiss with Mom and ducked down to plant a hot one on my little sister's lips. She moaned into my mouth, her tongue wiggling past my lips. She was such a dear. I cupped her small breast through her dress, feeling her hard nipple.
"I'll be as bare as a hardwood floor, big brother!" Debbie said brightly when I broke the kiss.
I winked at her before glancing at Bitch. I smacked her on the ass. "Be good."
"Yes, Master," she moaned.
I turned and found that Mrs. Bishop, Jenny, and Mr. Bishop were behind me. They looked ready to go. I grinned as we headed to their house. They lived in a cottage behind the church. The church owned it having been left to the congregation by an old man. He never attended church, but the women had always looked after him. Brought him food. Checked up on him. When he died, he willed all his land to the church.
It was a nice house with a duck pond behind it. Mr. Bishop pulled out his keys and opened the front door. He held it open, nodding. "Make yourself at home, son."
"I plan on it," I said.
I glanced at the two women as they followed in. "Why don't you go upstairs and slip into nothing? I want you both naked. Well, Mrs. Bishop, you can wear an apron. Mothers in aprons are so hot."
"Sure," Mrs. Bishop said.
"I'll make sure my wife's nice and stripped," said Mr. Bishop and squeezing his wife's ass.
She laughed and kissed him. They had a close relationship. So different from my parents. Mom acted like she hated being touched by Dad most of the time. They had sex at the same time on Friday every week like clockwork. I decided to adjust my plans.
Mrs. Bishop could be used by me
and
still satisfy her husband, but Mom... I had a feeling she would be busy every Friday evening. Hell, she didn't want to have sex with Dad anyways. She just did her "wifely" duty.
It made me wonder if she wasn't secretly gay? Or maybe she was just asexual.
Obviously, being a free-use slut was caused by the device. It wasn't really her.
Still, I had an idea to explore with Mom and her sexuality. That was for the future. For now, I was eager to have fun with the Bishops. They all headed upstairs. I was already naked. It felt nice out in the sun. I didn't even bat an eye. My clothes would be fine in the church.
Jenny came racing down the stairs first, her small breasts quivering. She was so cute. My age but she looked younger. She came up to me and preened. I did have such a crush on her. I was going to marry her. She would make the perfect free-use wife.
"We're getting married," I told her. I had already.
"I know!" she squealed, bouncing up and down. We'd have to do all the engagement stuff. That was for the future, though.
My uncle might be getting married soon. I remember Dad talking about his younger brother being serious with his girlfriend. Was she hot? If I went to the wedding, I could use her in such delicious ways. My cock throbbed hard.
"You're thinking naughty things," Jenny said. "Your, um, cock is jiggling."
"Yep," I said as Mrs. Bishop and her husband came downstairs. She was naked, her big boobs bouncing. Her husband was in sweatpants and a T-shirt.
"Let me get started on lunch," Mrs. Bishop said as she headed for the kitchen. She grabbed an apron hanging on a hook that said, "God Bless This House" on the front. It covered her breasts. Barely. They were large and swaying. "Cold cuts on sandwiches okay?"