Secrets, Cheating, & Missing Bibles

 

Secrets, Cheating, & Missing Bibles

Every Sunday, my Dad would go to this weird bible camp with a bunch of guys who, I guess, went up 

into the woods to spend the day in nature and get closer to god. I’d been invited, but was not interested. 

 

Also every Sunday, my Mom would see him off, tell me that she was going over to her girlfriends house 

to do a Bible study of her own, and that she would be back by dinner, and before Dad was home. I had 

not been invited to that one.

 

This went on for years. One day though, after I’d turned 18, Mom told me that she was going to her 

bible study group again. And I, I was confused. I asked her if she was sure it was still on, and she told 

me that yeah, her friend Ellen was waiting for her, and she really had to get going. 

 

Well, I told her okay, accepted a quick goodbye kiss on the cheek, and then I watched her go. The thing 

was, Ellen WAS my Mom’s friend. But she was also the Mom of one of my Highschool buddies, and I 

knew from him that Ellen and her Daughters were all out of state visiting their Aunt’s cabin. So, where 

the fuck was Mom going?

 

I called my buddy to double check, which was weird. Especially since I didn’t want to explain why I was 

asking after the location of his Mother and his Sisters. But, eventually, I gave up trying to explain it to 

myself and decided to just go over and ask. I mean, my buddy was enrolled in this sports camp that 

his Dad picked him up from every Sunday night, but his house was almost literally, right across the 

street. 

 

So I walked over there, and sure enough, there were a few too many cars in the driveway. So, they had 

plenty of visitors. Maybe they were just doing the bible study without Aunt Ellen? I walked up to the front 

door and tried the knob. It was usually unlocked, but this time the door knob didn’t move. Plus, there 

was loud music inside. Like, club music. I couldn’t hear it from inside my own house, but right at the 

door the base was thumping loudly. 

 

I knew that they always left the back door open when they were home, and, after all, the bible thumpers 

had to be getting in there somehow. So I walked across the narrow strip of grass that led to their 

backyard and tried the fence gate. It was “locked”, but I just reached over and slid to the tiny bolt over to 

the side. Bam, unlocked. I closed the gate behind me, and went up to the back door. 

 

As I walked up, I tried to make sense of the music, and the odd shapes and shadows that I was seeing 

through the window. A guy I didn't recognize saw me, and I heard a muffled “Fuck!”, before he yelled 

something over his shoulder and disappeared into the dimly lit house. All of the curtains were pulled 

shut, and the only light I could see appeared to be coming from a candle or two. I had my hand up over 

my eyes and was staring through the glass, trying to figure out what all of those dark silhouettes were 

up to when the door was pulled open from the inside and my Mom appeared in front of me. 

 

At first, she surprised me. I may have jumped, just the tiniest bit, but as I met her eyes and tried to 

apologize for peeping, or interrupting or whatever, my brain slowly began to unravel. Mom’s cheeks 

were flushed, and she was a little sweaty. But that wasn’t what was killing my brain cells and making 

all the blood leave my head. No, it was the fact that she was no longer wearing her nice, 

 “Momish”, Sunday dress. Instead, she was wearing some guy's white dress shirt. It was unbuttoned, 

and clinging to her skin with… what I thought was just sweat. 

 

It clung to her skin tightly, accentuating her massive, natural tits, and gorgeous skin. She was wearing 

white panties with a tiny blue bow at the front, and I knew that because the shirt, the panties, and a pair 

of black heels were the only things that she was still wearing! 

 

Mom looked flustered too. She started to stammer out some things in very clear surprise and mild 

panic. I missed the first few sentences. But I picked back up when she was saying, “I mean, your 

Father knows of course. I tell him all about it! You don’t need to know that! Oh shit. I mean, the whole 

thing is falling apart now. The ONLY condition was that YOU never find out, and once he hears about… 

Sweetie. Wait… Are you…. Are you staring at Mommy’s tits?” 

 

That got my attention, and my eyes snapped back up to hers. I’d caught some of what she said. It was 

weird, and it was a lot! But, I was flushed with this burning heat. My brain felt like it was on fire! I was 

hard as a fucking rock, and I was lusting after things, powerfully, that I knew I wasn’t supposed to be 

lusting after. Like, I should have been angry… or something… right? 

 

Mom’s face went from panicked, to curious, to kind of intrigued. Then she stood up a little straighter, 

and ran her eyes over me in a way that wasn’t very Motherly. A smile slowly started to spread across 

her lips, and it was only then that I managed to ask the question that she’d probably answered two 

minutes ago while my heart was still hammering in my ears.
 

“What is all this Mom?!”

 

A guy walked up behind her then, and told her that he and some guy named Jeff were ready for her. 

Mom smiled at me, glanced over her shoulder and told him that there would be one more guy joining 

them, actually, and asked him to go and wait for her. 

 

Then she looked back to me, and, answering my question, she said, “This… is the door of secrets and 

sex.” She paused for a moment, put her finger to the bottom of my chin, and lifted my eyes up off of 

her big, beautiful, mostly naked tits again. Then she continued with a grin, “And if you walk through 

 this door, you will 100% find out what your cock feels like when it's buried, deep inside your Mom. But if 

you do that, then, same as everyone else here, you have to keep it a secret.” 

 

She paused for a moment then, and waited for my answer. I think that I was too stunned to give one. 

So Mom helped me along. She stepped out of the house, and, although I backed up a step, she 

followed it so that she was standing so close to me that if I looked down to see her eyes, I was also 

looking down her cleavage line. 

 

Then she told me, in the most seductive tone I’d ever heard her use, “Sweetie. I want you to keep that 

you found out about all of this a secret from your Dad. But I don’t want you home alone, struggling with 

this, all by yourself. So how about, instead of that, you start coming to Mommy’s Bible Study on 

Sundays?” 

 

Part of me knew what she was saying, but a larger part of me knew that I was somehow living out the 

most realistic sex fantasy I’d ever had. So, I swallowed, and still burning up from how insanely hot this 

all was, I asked her what, exactly, she meant by that. 

 

Mom smiled up at me seductively then, and her right hand moved up and cupped my balls through my 

pants. “Well,” she started. But she stopped for a moment to pop up on her toes, pull out the waistband 

on my sweatpants, and slip her left hand down the front of my boxers so she could wrap it gently 

around my cock. 

 

“I mean that I want you to follow me back to your Aunt Cassy’s bedroom. I want you to lay me out on 

her bed, and I want you to be looking me in the eyes when you stuff your cock into me. I want you to 

ride me until you cum. And when you’re done, I’ll introduce you to two of Mommy’s friends, who you 

haven’t met before. And then they’re going to fuck me too. And after they’re done with me, I want you to 

pick a room. Any room in your friend's house that you like, and lead me there. And once we’re there, 

Mommy’s going to give you the best fucking head of your entire life.”

“We’ll see where things go from there. But, as long as you keep pretending that you have no idea what 

your Mom and Dad really get up to on Sunday’s… Then you will be walking me over to your Aunty 

Cassie’s house every week, not just as my Son. But also as my lover. Whattya say kiddo?” 

 

And at that, she released my cock, and stepped back into the house. She placed her hand on the door 

as if to close it and finished with, “Do you want to come inside?” 

 

I did! I really did! I nodded, and followed my Mom into the house, walking a little awkwardly because of 

the raging hard on that she’d given me. Once I was in, Mom closed the door behind me. I was about to 

ask her if I should follow her, or just start heading towards the bedroom, but my words were cut off by 

the most passionate, and arousing kiss I’d ever received. Mom’s tongue spilled into my mouth and, 

without touching anything but my back, she drew moans, and shudders of pleasure from me more 

intense than most of the girls I’d been with had achieved with blowjobs and sex. 

 

I was breathless with arousal when she finally broke the kiss, and Mom was panting too. After a few 

seconds, she shook her head with a pleased grin lighting up her lovely face, and reached for my hand. 

As she led me back to the bedroom where our new life was about to kick off for real, she made me a 

little promise. 

 

“Oh sweetie,” she said breathily. “Your Momma’s about to rock your whole fucking world.” 

 

She wasn’t lying…

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