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AVERY POV

I bolted.

The second the words “Forgive me, Father, for I’ve sinned” left my lips, shame exploded through my chest like fire. I was standing there naked in my mother’s bed, Marcus’s thick cum still dripping down my inner thighs onto her sheets, while his brother — the priest — watched from the doorway with that shocked, darkening grin.

I couldn’t stay another second.

I shoved past Marcus, nearly tripping over my own feet, and ran. Naked. Exposed. Heart thundering so violently I could hear it in my ears. Cum leaked from my swollen pussy with every frantic step as I sprinted down the hallway, tears stinging my eyes.

I just needed to get away. Hide. Breathe.

My bare feet carried me toward the stairs, but I stopped short at Mom’s office door. It was slightly ajar, a soft lamp glowing inside. I told myself I was only checking on her — making sure the noise hadn’t woken her, that she was still asleep after her pills. Just a quick look so I could calm down and figure out what the hell I was going to do.

I pushed the door open a little more, peering in.

Mom wasn’t asleep.

She was bent over her wide oak desk, skirt bunched around her waist, blouse open and bra shoved down so her breasts hung heavy and swaying. The cleaner — that young, built guy who came twice a week in his tight polo shirt — was behind her, pants around his ankles, driving into her with slow, deliberate thrusts. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he fucked her deep and steady.

Mom’s head was tilted back, eyes half-closed in pleasure, soft moans spilling from her lips with every push.

“Oh… yes, right there,” she whispered, pushing back against him. “Deeper, baby. Make Mommy feel it.”

I should have backed away immediately. Closed the door. Pretended I saw nothing.

But my body betrayed me again.

Heat flooded between my legs, mixing with Marcus’s cum that was still trickling out of me. My clit throbbed, still sensitive from everything that had happened in the bedroom. Before I could stop myself, my hand slid down my stomach. My fingers found my slick, cum-coated folds and started rubbing slow circles over my swollen clit.

A quiet moan escaped my throat.

Mom’s eyes snapped open. She looked straight at me through the gap in the door.

For a heartbeat, the room went still — the only sounds were the wet slap of the cleaner’s hips against her ass and my own ragged breathing.

Then Mom smiled. Slow. Knowing. Wicked.

She didn’t stop. She rocked back harder onto the cleaner’s cock, eyes locked on mine, and moaned louder, deliberately.

“That’s it… watch how Mommy takes care of herself,” she purred, voice thick and breathy. “You like seeing this, don’t you, sweetheart? Touch yourself for me.”

My fingers moved faster, slipping through the mess of cum and my own fresh arousal. Another moan tore from me — louder this time, helpless. I leaned against the doorframe, legs shaking as I rubbed my clit in tight, frantic circles, dipping two fingers inside my dripping pussy and fucking myself with them while I watched my mother get fucked on her desk.

The cleaner glanced back, eyes widening when he saw me standing there naked and masturbating, but Mom grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she ordered him, then looked back at me, eyes gleaming. “Moan for Mommy, Avery. Let me hear how wet you are.”

I couldn’t hold back. Soft, desperate moans spilled from my lips as I fingered myself harder, the wet sounds mixing with theirs. Pleasure built fast and sharp, my nipples tight, thighs trembling.

That was when heavy footsteps sounded in the hallway behind me.

Father.

Marcus’s brother — the priest — had followed me.

He stopped in the doorway, still in his black shirt and collar from earlier, eyes taking in the entire scene: me naked and moaning as I touched myself, Mom bent over the desk getting railed by the cleaner, both of us lost in filthy pleasure.

His gaze burned. The same dark hunger I’d seen when he caught Marcus and me flickered across his face, but now it mixed with something holy and profane at the same time.

Mom noticed him too. She let out a breathy laugh, never slowing her hips.

“Look at that, Avery,” she moaned, eyes flicking between me and the priest. “Your uncle the priest is here to witness our sins. Maybe he’ll give us all absolution later… after he watches you come.”

The words hit me like lightning. My fingers plunged deeper, thumb rubbing my clit furiously. I moaned louder, shameless now, staring at the priest while my mother got fucked right in front of us.

“Forgive me, Father,” I gasped again, voice breaking as the orgasm built unbearably. “For I’ve… I’ve sinned so much tonight…”

The priest’s jaw tightened. His hand moved to adjust the front of his pants, eyes never leaving my dripping fingers or my mother’s bouncing breasts.

Mom came first — crying out sharply, body shaking as she clenched around the cleaner’s cock.

The sight pushed me over the edge.

I came hard, moaning openly, legs buckling as my pussy spasmed around my fingers. Marcus’s cum pushed out with every pulse, dripping onto the floor while the priest watched every second of my shame and pleasure.

When the waves finally faded, I slid down the wall, panting, fingers still lazily circling my oversensitive clit.

Mom straightened slowly, smiling at both the priest and me with pure satisfaction.

“The family that sins together…” she murmured, eyes sparkling.

The priest stepped closer, voice low and rough beneath the collar.

“Confession is open tonight, girls. And it looks like we’re all going to need it.”