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.
Responding to John's texts since service was spotty where the church team was, she assured him Jeffrey would do fine and that she helped with any anxiety he may have had. While carefully sliding a fresh pair of suntan colored pantyhose over her sultry legs, she finished her messaging with he husband.
Elaine Jennings is 42. Married to her husband John, 42, since they were both 19, she bore 3 children, Gracie 22, Katie 21 and Jeffrey, 19. At 5'3 and 110 lbs., her tiny frame made her the envy of men. But being married to a church pastor, she always tried to portray the "prim and proper" wife. On the surface, she was. But behind the scenes, she was anything but. With 32C boobs that hung from her chest, her blue eyes and shoulder length brunette hair completed her look.
After smoothing her nylons taut over her waistline, she covered her breasts with her bra. Stepping into her powder blue dress, the poofy, floral looking entities on her shoulders, highlighted her outfit. Applying her ankle bracelet over her nyloned foot, she then stepped into her 3' light blue, close toed pumps. Adding a light amount of lipstick, she looked radiant. Attaching her earrings and diamond necklace, she retrieved her purse and left for the 9:30 service.
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At 8am, Elaine pulled into the back lot, where the church employees go. Entering through the back, she went toJohn's office and put her purse and shawl in there. As she left, she walked by Jeffrey's office. The same office they'd periodically used over the last 7 months that their incestuous affair began.
Lightly knocking on his open door, she garnered his attention. "Hey," she said quietly. After entering, she closed the door. Walking around his desk, Jeffrey turned his chair to the side. When she got close he opened his legs. Walking in between, Jeffrey proceeded to place his right hand where the slit in her dress was. Moving the fabric over, the glossiness of her pantyhose came to view. With his left hand, it found her inner thigh. Caressing it slowly, up and down, they stood there in silence. Elaine's left hand found its' way into her son's hair, as she ran her perfectly manicured red nails through it.
Stepping back, the energy felt in thst moment would have been disastrous. "Just wanted to let you know what will be sitting under the dress where I'll be sitting," she seductively said. "Make mama proud, then we can, ummm, celebrate properly at home."
Fixing her dress so the slit sat properly, Jeffrey remarked, "Discretion, mother."
Giggling, Elaine sat on his desk opening her legs. "Says the one who desecrates this office with his mother flat on her back.... right here," Elaine gloated, lying flat.
Adjusting her body so she was not back to sitting, Elaine hopped off. Pecking his lips, she explained how she had a minor issue to try and resolve before the service began.
As she walked to the door, her hips seductively swaying side-to-side, Elaine turned her head and blew him an air kiss.
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SLURPSLURPSHLUCKSLURP!
Now 8:40, Elaine was on her knees in her husbands office. Her eyes locked on the older gentleman, she lovingly bobbed up and down on the wrinkled member she was trying to nurse. Awaiting a human made protein shake she ardently suckled.
Finally, after 10 minutes, the two hands on her head held steady, as all of the contents exploded down her throat.
"Swallow it all, Elaine," the older gentleman quietly said. Standing up, Elaine swallowed, then grabbed a tissue. Wiping each side of her mouth, she watched as the 65 year old man zipped his fly.
"Now," she said, hands on her slender hips. "I expect that 10% tithe in the bucket or this.... stops," pointing at his bulge. "The recent finance numbers for giving from you and Joan have not been up to par as of late."
