"I don't know. You're obviously not human, so I take it your name must not be human either."
"You're right. I was given my own name my Father. But only my son and my husband know what my name is. I'm sorry dear, but I don't want to share my name with you."
"Okay. Well, where is your husband? Albert had a father, right?"
"Of course, he did, how else would he have been born? But the night Albert was born, he went out after receiving a call and never came back. I don't know if he's still alive or dead. Oh yes Albert, right there, Mmm, right there."
"We think he disappeared off the face of the earth" Albert chimed, thrusting his hips up at a steady pace.
Indigo laid further up on the bed beside Albert and watched Lisa's cock and balls slowly shrink back into her body. Her fallen angel form also faded, giving way to her previous human form.
"Why aren't you in heaven anymore, Lisa?" Indigo asked.
"I fell out of favor with my Father...Mmm...just like that Albert, fuck mommy's pussy just like that."
***
My mother isn't being entirely truthful with Indigo. It's true she fell out of favor with her Father, but for what reason? She told me on the day I turned eighteen years old. What a day that was.
I had just gotten back home from my college classes when my mother came to me. She asked me if I kept having dreams about her, I told her I was. She took a seat on my bed, and what she told me changed my life and my views on it.
"Albert, now that you are a fully grown man, I feel I need to share something very important with you. I am in fact not a human being. I am an angel who materialized into the physical world when I saw your father praying a very long time ago. His first incarnation was as a Sumerian man in ancient Sumer. Normally a spirit has nobody, including a sex, but we do have genders. When I say that, I mean we are naturally drawn to impersonate feminine or masculine qualities when we appear to humans. The reason, son, why I am here on Earth with you and no longer in heaven is because I fell in love when I saw your father praying. I also used this body to bear you and birth you when his soul reincarnated into your father who I would meet again Mexico.
I couldn't take him with me because of a powerful promise he made to me which circumvented the rules of life and death. His promise was that he would always come back to me no matter what lifetime. That prevented him from ascending into heaven or descending to hell after living out a full life out during different periods of history with me. His soul would take periods of time to come back in another lifetime, sometimes it would take longer or shorter than normal. Every fifty to one hundred years or so he would come back to me, reincarnated either as a man or woman.
A long time ago, a group of angels who took the forms of men did the same thing I did. For committing that transgression, they were imprisoned inside beneath the Earth and their leader was hung upside down beside the stars to watch his children be slaughtered. The children born from these unions were terrifyingly tall, monstrously strong, cold, and merciless. When they were killed by The Almighty, their souls were unable to enter my Father's kingdom nor were they able to descend to Hell. And so, they became evil earthly spirits. Humans know them as demons."
"Mom, why are you telling me all of this now?"
"As I said before Albert, I am no longer in heaven because I fell in love with your father who when I first met him, was a man from ancient Sumer, praying to heaven. I gave myself his body to do as the daughters of men did with their husbands. I had sex with him. But I would bear no child from that union, for the time to do so had not come yet.
I fell from grace and am bound to the Earth, like the souls of the Nephilim before me. But my curse did not stop there for mine was unique to me. The Almighty told me before casting me out my original home, that If I loved mortals more than him, then the one and only child I would ever bear, you, would be accompanied by pain so great, it would feel as if I were birthing a hundred children all at once. I am immortal and cannot die, but when I gave birth to you nineteen years ago, I would have preferred death to continue on living. But there was more to my curse. The Father told me I would desire the same sex just as much as the opposite; it would be uncontrollable lust day after day. So, you see, when you dreamt of me wandering through rain and snow, it was me whoring myself out to men and women, kings and queens, common folks, and the low born throughout the ages. None of my past and ancient trysts were out of love though, because I am still in love with your father. And although he vanished from our lives, I will never stop being in love with that man. But now that I think about it, you bear such a striking resemblance to him, so much in fact that I have to ask you for your forgiveness for what I am about to do."
My mother began to undress in front of me. First removing her pants and shirt, then her bra and panties. Naturally, my first reaction was to push her away when she approached me. But when I saw her reveal her angelic form, any moral thought of rightly rejecting my mother's advances left my thoughts completely. I admired her large, eternally perfect round breasts. Her small waist emphasized her wide hips. The perfect amount of golden bush around her pussy.
Her golden hair radiated like the sun, her pale skin bore the likeness of polished porcelain. I took off my clothes, and as I stared at my non-human mother, her angelic appearance began to dull and transition to her fallen form. I didn't care though. Perhaps I was under some spell from her, maybe I took advantage of this moment to fuck my hot mother, or maybe I loved my mother in more ways than a son shouldn't have. To this day, I struggle to believe what I said next.
"I want you to suck my dick mom, suck it and play with my balls, please!"
She got down on her knees and positioned herself between my legs. She smiled devilishly and stroked my flaccid cock. She used her dark green tongue to lick up and down my shaft before sucking on my sagging balls. When I was fully erect, she took my entire cock, every inch of it down her throat. It felt like the entrance to hell the first time she took me down her throat although it didn't burn or cause me discomfort.
Ever since then, I have never felt the same sensation in the pit of my soul the next time we had sex. She sucked on my cock like she had been wanting it since my conception but couldn't due to internal conflict and her feelings as a new mother. She massaged my tender balls between her fingers, squeezing them just lightly enough to give me pleasure, but not hard enough to cause real pain.
I held onto my bed covers as she continued to bob her head between my legs. I grimaced and gasped. This was really happening. It wasn't a dream, and there was nothing I could imagine that would come close to the excitement and pleasure that I felt in that moment. I felt myself about to cum, and my mother seemed to sense it too, so she stopped. I fell back on my bed to catch my breath, but my mother, being the lustful fallen angel that she was, straddled me. She took a hold of my throbbing cock, positioned its gooey head at the entrance of her wet pussy and slid down on top of me. Without warning, she grinded forward and back on top of me, rolling her hips from side to side to drive it home.
The walls of my mother's pussy clenched me with an iron grip. I reached forward and held onto her hips and motorboating her large swaying breasts. I can still remember what she said as she rode me.
