All Chapters of Unholy Cravings-a Sinful Obsession: Chapter 641 - Chapter 650

The sermon was boring, but at least our Church tended to avoid the fire and brimstone that so many pushed in tough times. As long as I could remember, the First Church of the Planter was about love and caring for your neighbors and especially your family. The problem was that I didn't need any convincing to care. I cared plenty. I just needed things that they couldn't provide.After each service, it was traditional for people to take tea and sandwiches outside, weather permitting, and enjoy each other's fellowship. I enjoyed that well enough, but I will admit that I was starting to have my first doubts about leaving. Would it truly be all right to leave Mama and Su in the care of a man who worked less and drank more each day? He liked to hit me, but not them. If I left would his fists find them instead? In the midst of these thoughts, I felt a tap on my shoulder.I admit that I sighed internally when I saw who it was. The Right Revered Jens Petersen was an ever-smiling, slightly overw

I tried to get that image of Mama out of my mind, but I couldn't. Maybe if I'd had a steady girl who would have relieved the pressure a bit, but I truly didn't have time for one. I didn't think of myself that way, but I was the man of the farm in almost every way that mattered. If I didn't work hard, the farm would die, and my mother and sister would starve. That was a fact. There was no time for church socials or courting or sneaking around behind the barn. I could barely get away for even an hour a week. I jerked off, tried to think about Prudence from down the road, but my mind always drifted back to that vision of Mama getting out of the bath.I still haven't forgotten about it.Be that as it may, this instigated a lot of the rest of my actions. I had a desire, no, a need to see my Mama like that again. I wondered what her skin would feel like under my hands. Were her breasts very firm or soft? I knew that I would love them either way.I resolved to discover every mystery of my mo

I obliged, and Mama tensed and shuddered and tensed and shook and then, finally, a barely audible whimper came from her, and she went limp, like a puppet with its strings cut. She breathed hard, and while she did, I withdrew my finger, restored her panties, and pulled her dress back down. I looked at her and leaned over and kissed her forehead as she leaned into me. If I hadn't just made my own mother cum by pushing my finger where I'd come from, it would have been downright wholesome.Pop shifted again but didn't wake. I realized that the night's fun was probably over. Mama wouldn't risk visiting me at night, no matter how much I wanted her to. And she'd have to wake Pop up so he could get to bed. I started to stand.Mama's hand shot out and stopped me, squeezing my leg, hard. She shook her head. I worried a moment. Had I forgotten something? Did I leave something out of place? No, she looked beautiful, with a lovely flush on her cheek.I soon discovered Mama always looked bright and

I pretended that it didn't happen and enjoyed the view. Mama's tits were sticking out, proud and large. I couldn't tell you their cup size, but they looked bigger than a handful, pale enough that I could make out some blue veins under the skin. Her nipples were large, but had tightened up and stiffened significantly. I knew from last night that they would feel firm but so yielding.Rather than do exactly what I wanted to do, I started to massage Mama's head. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, but I'd read a book where someone did it to his girl, and she really loved it, so I gave it a try. I was firm but not harsh, and I used my fingertips to stimulate her scalp."Mmm, that feels nice, Jack. Anything you do does."I moved my hands down to her face then. I'm not sure what I was doing, save that I felt a combination of affection and possessiveness towards my mother then, and I wanted her to know it. I passed my hands gently over her cheeks and to her neck, down to her collarbone, but I

I didn't need any more motivation than that. I climbed over her, clumsily pushing my cock at her pussy. I was embarrassed, having never had a woman, but Mama gently guided my cock with her soft hands. As I slid slowly inside of her, I groaned."Fuck, Mama. You feel so good."It was the first time I'd said that word in front of her, but she didn't care. I felt her arms around my back, and her legs hook around mine."Oh, god, Jack. You're so big inside me. You're a good boy, and you'll want to hold back, but don't. Just take me, and...and let go when you want. Don't try to wait until I...cum. This is when you claim me, do you understand? This is when I become your bride..."I moved then, and she moaned loudly into my chest, my hand came up and found her left breast, grasping it, squeezing it gently and then pinching her nipple roughly."Jack," she cried, but she didn't tell me to stop. I started to move, in and out, and claim my lover. My bride. My mother."You'll have to pull...pull ou