บท 16: Last Day Alive, What Would You Do?
bySusanJillParker©
This is an April Fool's Day contest story. As if your vote is my applause, please vote.
There are no underage characters in this story. All characters portrayed are over the age of 18-years-old.
Author's Note:
This is a true story. The names have been changed to protect the privacy of the characters in the story. Everything, as told by the narrator, Jack, really happened as part of an elaborate April Fool's joke played on him by his longtime girlfriend, Julie.
The April Fool's joke went tragically bad or exceptionally good depending upon the viewpoint of whichever woman asked. Was the April Fool's joke funny or was it sad? One would have to ask Jack's mother, Rita, Jack's sister, Carol, Jack's aunt, Christine, Jack's cousin, Kathy, Jack's mother-in-law, Nancy, Jack's sister-in-law, Jessica, Julie's best friend, Amy, or Jack's wife, Julie what they thought about the April Fool's joke played on him.
Warning:
For those readers who are sensitive to such things, there is graphic, incestuous sex between a mother and her son, a sister and her brother, an aunt and her nephew, and a female cousin with her male cousin. Also, there is forbidden sex between a future mother-in-law and her future son-in-law, a future sister-in-law and her future brother-in-law, and sex with his fiancée's best, female friend. Fortunately, their grandparents all lived out of state.
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Last Day Alive, What Would You Do?
Index/Synopsis:
### SusanJillParker-01 ###
Julie conspires and connives with her best friend, Amy, to help elicit a marriage proposal from her boyfriend, Jack, by playing an elaborate April Fool's joke on him.
### SusanJillParker-02 ###
Julie puts forth her plan to make Jack believe that he only has one day to live.
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Naked, horny, and nervous in believing that he had nothing to lose since he was going to die tomorrow anyway, Jack had sex with his MILF of a mother, Rita.
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Without guilt, remorse, and repercussions, after having had sex with his mother, Rita, Jack had reluctant sex before having consensual sex with his sexy sister, Carol, too.
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Jack had sex with his MILF of an aunt, his mother's sister, Christine.
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Another one of his long-term sexual fantasies come true, Jack had sex with his cousin, Aunt Christine's daughter, Kathy.
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Jack had sex with Nancy, Julie's MILF of a mother, his future mother-in-law.
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After having sex with her mother, Nancy, Jack had sex with Julie's sexy sister, his future sister-in-law, Jessica.
### SusanJillParker-09 ###
Jack had sex with Julie's best friend, Amy.
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Jack saw Satan, the Devil himself, getting in his car, a jet black, Lamborghini Diablo.
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Jack had lunch with Julie and she confessed that he wasn't dying. She told him that she had played an April Fool's joke on him to get him to propose marriage to her.
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Even after being finally married to Julie, Jack's mother, Rita, his sister, Carol, his aunt, Christine, his cousin, Kathy, his mother-in-law, Nancy, his sister-in-law, Jessica, and Julie's best friend, Amy, all continued propositioning Jack for sex.
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Last Day Alive, What Would You Do?
Julie plays an elaborate April Fool's Day joke on her boyfriend, Jack, but it backfires, or does it? That's for you to decide.
Hoping that he'd propose marriage to her, Julie played an elaborate April Fool's joke on her boyfriend, Jack, to make him believe that he only had one more day to live. She wanted to make him think that tomorrow was his last day on Earth. Unfortunately, the joke backfired on her, or did it? Instead of proposing marriage to his beloved Julie, Jack did what he always wanted to do.
Being that he was dying anyway, and no longer harbored any guilt and/or remorse, and with there being no repercussions for his heinous, incestuous and/or forbidden sexual actions, Jack did what he always sexually fantasized doing. Having masturbated many times over the sexual incestuous and/or forbidden fantasies, he finally had sex with his mother, Rita, his sister, Carol, his aunt, Christine, his cousin, Kathy, his girlfriend's mother, Nancy, his girlfriend's sister, Jessica, and his girlfriend's best friend, Amy. Interestingly, he discovered that they were all as sexually attracted to him as he was sexually attracted to them. Oddly, he discovered that they all wanted to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with them.
Now that Jack knows his mother, sister, aunt, cousin, girlfriend's mother, girlfriend's sister, and girlfriend's best friend sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted them, he wished tomorrow wasn't his last day alive. He wished he had solicited for sex years ago. Instead of him dying tomorrow, he imagined all the sex he could have had with them for months and for years later. Amy, along with Julie, of course, were the only ones privy to the April Fool's joke.
'Sad, so sad,' thought Jack. 'Poor me. Woe is me. What am I going to do now? God help me. God deliver me from the Devil. God save me from Satan.'
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What about you? What would you do? If you only had one day to live and tomorrow was your last day of life, what would you do? Think about it. You only have one more day to live. What are you going to do on the last day of your life? Are you just going to sit there and feel sorry for yourself or are you going to do something of significance, something you always wanted to do?
If you were still in good health, the prime of your life, while somehow given an advance warning that you were going to die tomorrow, what would you do differently today that you wouldn't ordinarily do without having the knowledge that you'd be dead tomorrow? Think about it. What would you do?
'Tick, tick, tick...' "Hurry. Your time alive is running out and your time to die is ticking away." 'Tick, tick, tick...'
What would you do if you knew that no matter what you did to prevent your untimely and premature death, hid in your house, in your closet, under your bed after locking the door, you'd still be dead tomorrow? Call it fate, kismet, destiny, in the cards, whatever you want to call it but sorry, it's just your time to go. They'll be no denying the Devil his due or Father Time when he said, "It's your time to die."
Just so that you understand and aren't confused. Allow me to reiterate and redefine the parameters of your last day on Earth. What if on the day of your death, tomorrow, as if given a free pass, you didn't have to worry about guilt, remorse, or repercussions to your kind or heinous actions. Imagine that. Imagine being free to do whatever you wanted to do with whomever you wanted to do it with in enjoyment of your last day alive. Now, that you know that you'd have no guilt, remorse, and/or repercussions for your actions, what would you do?
'Wow, now that's a biggie,' thought Jack. 'Even though I'm going to die tomorrow, I can do anything that I want today without guilt, remorse, or repercussions today. I have twenty-four hours to live my last day today as if there's no tomorrow.'
What if you could do anything you wanted to do without penalty? Since that changes everything, the gloves are off and there are no rules, now what would you do? What would you do if you could do anything you wanted to do on your last day of life? Imagine being free to do anything, anything at all. What would you do?
Knowing that you'd be dead tomorrow, what would you do differently today, especially if you had no guilt, remorse, and/or repercussions to your most kind and/or most loving actions. Knowing that you'd be dead tomorrow, what would you do differently today, especially if you had no guilt, remorse, and/or repercussions to your most cruelly heinous and/or most perversely perverted actions. Would you do something good, very good, or would you do something bad, very bad? The decision of your good or bad behavior is entirely up to you.
'Tick, tick, tick, tick...'
Just off the top of my head, being that they're sexually repressed and sexually frustrated, I'm willing to bet that priests and nuns would do something very, sexually bad. What do you think? I'm willing to bet that those on death row would do something extraordinary good to hopefully change what God thought of them in their last moments of life. What do you think?
Being that we're all given free will, whatever you decide to do on your last day on Earth, it's all up to you. It's your choice. Even though you have no control of tomorrow, today you're in the driver's seat. Today, you may do whatever you want to do. So, tell me, being that you'll be dead tomorrow, what are you going to do today that you wouldn't ordinarily do but always wanted to do. Think about it. Definitely, you wouldn't waste your time sleeping. Right? Who could sleep during a time like this when your last day alive is tomorrow? Today is your chance to go...wild and crazy.
Seriously, if you knew that today was your last day to live, what would you do before the end of your life tomorrow? How would you spend your last day alive on Earth? Think about it. You have one day, 24-hours to live before you die. The end of your miserable life is only hours away. What would you do? The clock is ticking...tick, tick, tick, tick. What would you do?
'Tick, tick, tick, tick. Tick, tick, tick, tick.'
Perhaps you'd think, with only the good dying young, that you'd be going to a better place.
"Ha! Sucker! God, you're such a loser. Think again."
Let's be more realistic, shall we? Instead of being blessed, what if you were cursed and doomed to go to a worse place? What if you were doomed to go to Hell instead of Heaven? What if you were doomed to burn in great pain for all of eternity for your sins to your gender neutral fellow man and fellow women? Perhaps worse or better, depending if you were going to Heaven or Hell, what if, instead of Heaven or Hell, there was nothing. What if, instead of Heaven or Hell, there was absolutely emptiness. What if there was just a dark abyss in the way that it was before you were born and in the way that outer space is?
"Ashes to ashes and dust to dust..."
While knowing that you were going to die, would you have love in your heart? Before your time was up and before you died, would you amend your mistakes by apologizing to those you hurt or offended? Would you do something good or something bad on your last day alive?
"Sorry. I'm so very sorry. Please forgive me. I beg you. Please give me your forgiveness before I (gulp) die."
Would you embrace and say goodbye to all those you love and all those who loved you? Would you cry your tears of sorrow that you'd soon be dead, too soon, and long before your time?
"Goodbye everyone. Goodbye forever. I hope to see you on the other side, that is unless I'm going down instead of up. God help me. God save me."
In your feeble attempt to help someone from making the same mistakes that you made, would you give some last parting, free advice to a loved one?
"I love you. Miss me when I'm gone (sniff, sniff). Look both ways when crossing the street. Don't be a victim. Don't eat yellow snow. Yellow stain in front and brown stain in back. Heroes are good and victims are bad. If it sounds too good to be true, then it's a scam. I'll see you in Heaven, I hope. Wish me luck. Goodbye."
Or would you have hatred in your heart? Would you use the knowledge that you'd be dead tomorrow anyway to finally get even with all those assholes who hurt and/or offended you? Perhaps you'd really hurt someone or even kill someone. It's only fair and it's only right, if you must go, then they must go too. Right? If you must die, then they must die too. Right?
"Bastards! Dirty bastards! Sons' of bitches. Assholes!"
That's the code of justice, isn't it? An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth or, in your case, a life for a life. Perhaps instead of tears of sorrow, you'd have tears of joy mixed with the unadulterated laughter of revenge.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Die sucker! Die! Take that! And that! And that," you'd say as you're shooting them, stabbing them, or strangling them, or shooting, stabbing, and strangling them. "Die asshole! Die! I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I'll see you in Hell!"
Yet, just your luck, why you? Why you? What did you do to deserve this too soon death? You're only 25-years-old. You have so much more life to live. Think about it. It's not your time to go, is it? Why is it your time to go? Why you and not someone else? What did you do to deserve this? Why were you the one so chosen, earmarked for death, and doomed to burn in Hell?
"It's not fair. It's not right. Why now? Why must I be the one to die...tomorrow?"
Would you be angry that you were going to die and waste what little time you had left by doing nothing but crying and wallowing in self-pity? Would you wish that you never knew that you were going to die tomorrow or would you be glad for the heads-up information in advance that tomorrow was your last day alive? Maybe in some convoluted way, because of what you planned on doing today, you'd be happy that you'd be dead by this time tomorrow.
"Ha! I'll fix them with my death. Now, I don't have to pay my credit cards, my mortgage, my car payment, and my student loans because I'll be dead. Ha! Ha! Yeah me!"
Maybe instead of feeling sorry for yourself and instead of wasting your last few hours on Earth, you'd take action. Perhaps, you'd do things you always wanted to do but would never do if you knew you had another fifty-years to live to pay for whatever you did today with guilt, remorse, and repercussions to your actions tomorrow. Knowing full well that because of your preplanned destiny that you couldn't die until tomorrow, perhaps you'd do something daring, something dangerous, something hazardous, and something exciting. Perhaps you'd jump from a plane...without wearing a parachute.
"Hey, watch me jump from this plane at 15,000 feet up without a 'chute. Wow, look at me. I'm flying! Hey, look at that. How about that? Is that something or what? This is unbelievable. I landed on my feet without dying, hurting myself, or even mussing my hair. Wow! I want to jump again. I still have time being that I won't be dead until tomorrow."
Perhaps, as if you're a 24-hour superhero, you'd do something else that was dangerously daring when happening upon an armed robbery.
"Drop your guns criminals. You're all under citizen arrest. You can't kill me. I'm a superhero for a day. I can't die until this time tomorrow."
Perhaps, you'd walk through the worst neighborhoods of West Englewood, Englewood, and Riverdale in the south side of Chicago while carrying a Confederate flag in one hand and a Nazi flag in the other.
"All niggas must die!"
Armed with the knowledge that you wouldn't and couldn't die until tomorrow, doing something good instead of something bad, perhaps you'd test your fate by running in a burning building to save a dog or step in front of a speeding car to save a baby in a carriage.
"Ha! You can't kill me. I'm already dead...by this time tomorrow."
Think about it. What would you do? Would you rob a bank? Would you steal a Ferrari and go on a long joyride? Would you pray all day that when you died you'd go to Heaven instead of to Hell? Would you eat, drink, smoke, and/or take as many drugs as you wanted without worrying about the consequences of your gluttony, drunkenness, or drug overdose stupidity? Or...would you do what Jack did?
"Jack was nimble. Jack was quick. Jack had sex with eight women with his erect candlestick."
Not a fool but a horny man, he used his last day on Earth and his erect tool to have sex with his mother, his sister, his aunt, his cousin, his girlfriend's mother, his girlfriend's sister, his girlfriend's best friend, and, last but not least, his girlfriend.
"Way to go out with a big bang, Jack! Way to go! We're all proud of you, Jack. We'll see you on the other side...maybe, if there is another side."
### SusanJillParker-01 ###
Julie conspires and connives with her best friend, Amy, to help elicit a marriage proposal from her boyfriend, Jack, by playing an elaborate April Fool's joke on him.
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"I thought Jack would pop the question at Christmas. He didn't," said Julie with sadness to her best, childhood friend, Amy.
As if she was getting ready to give a blowjob, Julie flipped her head and tossed back her long, lush, blonde hair that routinely fell in her face and in front of her eyes. In defiance to her boyfriend for not proposing marriage to her yet, she stared at her friend with shame, humiliation, and rejection. As if she was a beautiful bird fluffing her feathers or an angel opening and closing her wings, flipping her hair was such a practiced move. When she flipped her head, her hair cascaded down her shapely back and fell in place as if she had brushed it instead of tossed it.
Dating for five, long, happy years, since she was 18-years-old, now 23-years-old, Julie was ready to take their relationship from boyfriend and girlfriend to the next step as husband and wife. Tired of dating and playing house, she wanted to be married. She wanted to start a family. She wanted her boyfriend, Jack, to fill her belly with love and give her a baby. Hoping it was a boy that she'd name Jack James, she couldn't wait to have his baby.
"That sucks," said Amy being the good, best, childhood friend that she was.
Only Amy did a good job of hiding her joy that Jack hadn't asked Julie to marry him yet. Obviously, if only for one last hurrah and a long hoped for roll in the hay, Amy wanted to get with Jack before he popped the question to his longtime girlfriend. Amy, a gorgeous redhead with freckles, big tits, and big, green, beautiful eyes always wanted to have sex with her best friend's boyfriend. She was secretly in love with Jack.
Julie's blue eyes teared up at what she was about to say next and her face was full with as much anger as it was filled with sadness and hurt. Suddenly, she looked so angry. Suddenly, she looked so sad. Suddenly, she looked so hurt. All in an instant, as if she was an actress on stage, her face changed from anger to sadness to disappointment.
"I thought he'd surprise me with a ring on Valentine's Day. He didn't," said Julie looking so rejected.
Amy took Julie's hand in her hand. Trying to console her best friend who was her next-door neighbor, it was obvious that she needed to help Julie face reality. Just as she knew Amy as a child, with Jack growing up across the street from them both, they knew Jack all their lives.
With her unable to get him to ask her to marry him, obviously, Julie didn't know him as well as she thought she did. Jack, a good-looking guy with a killer body, had a great personality. Whether they were related to him by blood or not, all women were after him. Whether related to him by blood and/or forbidden to have sex with him or not, every woman loved Jack. All women wanted to have sex with him. Every women wished they could have his baby.
"You've been dating him and repeating this same lament every year for five years, Julie. With him still living at home with his mother and now with his divorced, big sister, he'll never marry you, Julie. It's not that he's a player, obviously comfortable in his living arrangement with two women cooking, cleaning, and doing his laundry for him, he's just not the marrying kind of man," said Amy. "Obviously, he loves you as a girlfriend but not as a wife and not yet as the mother of his children. Perhaps in time, he will but not now."
Julie looked at her friend with tears in her eyes.
"Maybe you're right," said Julie with dejection. Julie lowered her pretty head while tears ran down her face. "Maybe I'm expecting too much from him. Maybe I should cut him some slack and give him more time. We're still young. Only, before someone better comes along to tempt him and steal him from me, I want to marry him now. I want him to give me a baby," she said. "I want Jack's baby," said Julie staring up at her friend.
Amy patted Julie's hand. With Julie always the prettier one, they were both very attractive. In the way that Julie was a sexy, beautiful blonde with big breasts, just as her mother Nancy and her sister Jessica were beautiful blondes with big breasts too, Amy was a sultry redhead with big breasts also.
Perhaps there was something in the water but, oddly enough, all the women in Jack's neighborhood were blessed with big breasts. Strangely enough, as if there was lots of incestuous sex going on behind closed, bedroom doors and the women were conceived from one man's sperm, most of the women who lived here had blonde hair and blue eyes too. Amy was the rare exception with her beautiful, red hair and green eyes. Being that Jack was a breast man, it was a sexy sight for him to sit on his front porch while watching women jogging around his neighborhood, especially when not wearing sports bras.
'I love Newton's Law of physics,' thought Jack while watching women jog by him. 'What goes up, must come down. Look at all those bouncing boobs. I feel as if I'm playing my home version of an Atari ping pong game,' he thought while watching women's breasts bouncing up and down as they jogged by his front porched and waved.
Amy looked at her friend while trying to talk some sense to her.
"Someone who looks like him could continue to play the field for the rest of his life," said Amy. "I'm not saying that he's cheating on you, Julie. I'm just saying that maybe he wants to sow more wild oats before marrying you."
Julie flashed a look of anger at her friend.
"If he had sex with anyone, I'd kill him and then I'd kill her," she said as if she was playing the role of Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction.
Her wakeup call for her not to have sex with her boyfriend, Amy's head bobbed away from her friend as if Julie had just splashed water in her face. Nevertheless, she persevered in trying to talk some commonsense to her best friend. She needed to make her understand that he obviously wasn't ready to get married. With him looking much like a better-looking Ryan Reynolds, the movie star, perhaps he'd never want to marry Julie or marry anyone. Perhaps, he'd be happy just playing the field for the rest of his life.
"Obviously, Julie, he's not ready to get married. He's comfortable living at home with his mother doing everything for him. Now that his sister is home with him too, they treat him like a king and wait on him hand and foot. If only temporarily to make sure that he's the one, you need to dump his ass and find someone else," said Amy. "Perhaps, when seeing you with another man, he'd be willing to do anything to get you back, even ask you to marry him."
Julie looked at her friend shocked that she'd say that she needed to dump her beloved Jack. No matter what he did, she'd never dump him. She loved him. She truly loved him with all her heart. Obviously, Julie couldn't imagine living her life without Jack.
"I love him, Amy. I truly love him with all my heart," said Julie. "Breaking up with him may work but then I run the risk of losing him. I can't break up with him to date another man, someone I don't love. I can't. I just can't," said Julie looking as if she was about to cry again. "I'd never want anyone but Jack kissing me and touching me in a sexual way."
Amy shrugged before nodding her head in agreement and then hitting her friend with a dose of reality.
"The baby clock is ticking, Julie. Tick tock. You're going to be twenty-four-years-old soon," said Amy. "By the time that he asks you to marry him and by the time you plan the wedding, you'll nearly be an old maid at 25-years-old. By the time you have a baby, you'll be 27-years-old. By the time that you get used to raising the first child, you won't have much time to have another child," said Amy.
Seemingly believing that Amy was right, Julie looked at her friend with horror.
"You're right. I know you're right but giving it one last try, I have an idea for an April Fool's Day joke to play on him in hopes of getting him to propose marriage to me," said Julie.
While Julie smiled at her best friend with delight, Amy showed a face of disbelief. Obviously to anyone but to Julie, no matter what April Fool's joke she played on Jack, he'd never ask her to marry him. Obviously to everyone but to Julie, Amy was sexually interested in Jack too. Obviously, if Julie took Amy's advice and dumped her boyfriend, her best friend would be right there to console him while naked, humping him, and sucking him.
"I don't think lying to Jack and/or playing an April Fool's joke on him that you're pregnant is the way for him to ask you to marry you," said Amy. "You've already tried that last year and it didn't work. It backfired."
Julie looked at her friend with determination.
"I'm not going to lie to him by telling him that I'm pregnant," said Julie making a face and shrugging her pretty shoulders. "I have something better planned today than that," said Julie with a Cheshire cat smile.
Amy looked at her friend with curiosity.
"What? What can you possibly try that you haven't already tried to get him to pop the question? You've tried everything, Julie, everything."
Julie gave her friend a devious grin.
"I'm going to make him think that he has 24-hours to live. I'm going to make him believe that tomorrow is his last day on Earth. Giving him no choice, with him reflecting on his regrets, I'm going to make him believe that tomorrow is the last day that he'll have to ask me to marry him," said Julie with self-assured confidence.
A stupid idea but a desperate one, what should one expect from a 23-year-old, dumb, busty, beautiful, blonde woman with big tits who thinks that marriage and having a baby is the answer to all her problems?
### SusanJillParker-02 ###
Julie puts forth her plan to make Jack believe that he only has one day to live.
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Julie had a friend, Ryan, who was once a hacker and who now worked in the information technology department for her company. By just giving him her boyfriend's login name and password on his computer, Smartphone, and Smartwatch he was not only able to take control of his computer, Smartphone, and Smartwatch but also he could download whatever computer applications that he wanted. Starting with just an anonymous e-mail, Julie wrote what she wanted Ryan to send to Jack's computer, Smartphone, and Smartwatch. What she had Ryan send was not just an anonymous e-mail to Jack but an end of life and burn in Hell e-mail from Satan.
Desperate actions required drastic measures. Adding to the realism of her April Fool's joke, Julie had another friend who was infatuated with Satan and ready to play the role of the Devil. Making a business out of it, he not only revered Satan but also he dressed as if he was Satan. Every Halloween, on special occasions, and at birthday parties, in the way that some men play Santa Claus, he hired himself out to play the role of the Devil.
He was very popular at religious functions and private Catholic Church parties with priests, Bishops, and Cardinals in attendance while they had their wicked, sexual ways with nuns from the Most Holy Order of Virgins. You didn't know that priests, Bishops, and Cardinals had sex with nuns, did you? Better that the men of the cloth have sex with religious women, nuns, than to have sex with the wives and daughters of parishioners, as well as underage children. Seriously though, what man or woman can go a lifetime without having sex? It's more humanly normal for nuns, priests, Bishops, and Cardinals to have sex than to not have sex.
"Amen. May God bless you. Peace be with you. I'll see you next Saturday night," said the Bishop. "Bring that new, young nun with you, the next time. And the blonde nun, the one with the big tits. I'd love to bless her too, while she's on her knees, if you know what I mean."
Sister Mary Francis, a small breasted nun, put her head down as if she was praying. Shielding her look from her Bishop, she rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Yes, Your Excellency," said Sister Mary Francis leaving the Bishop's residence. "I'll bring Sister Tiffany and Sister Crystal with me next Saturday. I'm sure they'd be honored to receive your blessings as well as your injections of, um, faith," she said sighing and rolling her eyes again. Sister Mary Francis knew that the Bishop would love to have Sisters Tiffany and Crystal on their knees in front of him but not to pray but to suck.
While nuns played their roles as pole dancing strippers, priests, Bishops, and Cardinals had a good sexually good time sticking dollar bills, prayer cards, and printed out Bible versions in the nuns' panties and bras. With Satan in attendance, or a man dressed as Satan and impersonating the Devil, they blamed whatever they sexually did with the not so virginal nuns on the Devil. Catholic priests, Bishops, Cardinals, and nuns knew how to party.
"The Devil made me do that," said the priest while laughing and pointing at their Satan impersonator as he removed a nun's panties and bra.
With men of religion drinking and getting drunk while having a good, sexual time with women of religion behind closed rectory doors, no one knows what really happens in church late at night and early the next morning.
"Suck my cock, Sister Mary Elizabeth," said the Bishop.
Sister Mary Elizabeth obeyed and sucked her bishop's cock as if she was sucking her Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ's prick.
"Blow me, Mother Superior," said the Cardinal putting a gentle hand to the nun's head while blessing her. "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, I bless the cum you are about to receive in your mouth and swallow. Amen."
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Her last ditch, desperate effort, Julie hired this Satan impersonator to help her elicit a marriage proposal from her boyfriend. She knew that her boyfriend believed in Heaven and Hell and right from wrong. Making him feel guilty, she knew that Jack would take seeing Satan as a bad sign and an omen of where he was going after death. She knew that when Jack saw Satan, that would help make her April Fool's joke even more believable.
"You have one last day to live," signed Satan in Jack's e-mail from the Devil. "You'll be dead within 24 hours," read the anonymous e-mail that suddenly and simultaneously appeared on his computer screen, on his Smartphone, and on his Smartwatch too.
When seeing the e-mail was from Satan, Julie knew that her boyfriend, Jack, would click open the electronic mail. As soon as he opened it, as if opening a virus, the e-mail triggered a 24-hour countdown clock not only on his computer but also on his Smartphone and Smartwatch too. As soon as he opened the e-mail, Julie's April Fool's joke was in motion.
As if desperately trying to defuse a bomb, unable to get rid of the countdown clock nor interrupt the countdown clock, the countdown clock was a constant and continued reminder that he'd be dead in 24-hours. With Jack the gullible kind and not the brightest bulb, after receiving an e-mail from Satan, she knew that he'd believe he was doomed to die. She knew he'd believe that he was going to Hell.
'24:00, 23:59:59, 23:59:58...'
"What the frig is this? What the fuck? Are you kidding me? Does someone expect me to believe that I have one day to live? Oh, my God," he said. "Stop! How do I get this countdown clock to stop!"
Jack was stunned. He didn't know what to make of this. Obviously, someone was playing a sick joke on him. Yet, who? Who would do this to him? Nonfunctioning now and taken over by some sick hacker, his computer, his Smartphone, and his Smartwatch were all frozen by this countdown clock.
'How could someone hack my computer, my Smartphone, and my Smartwatch all at the same time? Only Satan could do something like this,' he thought. 'This is not good. This is bad. This had to be a joke,' he thought. 'Satan doesn't exist or does he? I'm not going to die or am I? Fuck! What if there is a Satan? What if I am going to die? What if I'm doomed to spend eternity burning in Hell? What do I do? What do I do? I only have 24 hours to live...tick, tick,' thought Jack while panicking.
Yet suspecting this wasn't a joke, he gave the thought that he was going to die tomorrow more than he should have given it. Knowing that he was so gullible and so superstitious with him believing in ghosts, witches, warlocks, witchcraft, spells, potions, the occult, demons, sorcerers, wizards, and the Devil, Julie knew that he'd believe that he was going to die. She knew that he'd think that Satan had personally contacted him and earmarked him for death and for Hell.
"Is this Satan's idea of a joke? Is Satan fucking with me or is Satan not even real. I don't know. I have no idea," said Jack while worrying why he was being targeted for death by Satan. "Fuck! I just wish this countdown clock would stop! Stop! I want my computer, Smartphone, and Smartwatch back."
Jack depressed his computer keyboard keys, he used his mouse to try and remove the countdown clock from his screen but it was still there. He rebooted his computer but when he turned his computer back on, beginning where it left off, the countdown clock was still there counting down the seconds to the end of his life. Even removing the batteries from his Smartphone and Smartwatch and reinstalling then, he pushed every button on his Smartphone and Smartwatch but to no avail.
'Tick, tick, tick, tick...23:59:30, 23:59:29, 23:59:28...'
Now that the end of his life was seemingly inevitable, taking the next step to his call to action, he thought of what he wanted to do with what little time he had left. With less than 24-hours to live, what does he do with the rest of his life? Thinking and thinking, he imagined doing all the things that he always wanted to do. Thinking and thinking, he plotted and planned what to do with what little time he had left to live.
'23:59:15, 23:59:14, 23:59:13...'
He could you rob a bank, but he'd have so little time to spend the stolen money. He could steal a Ferrari but by the time he found a Ferrari to steal, his time would be over? Everyone who lived in this neighborhood drove Honda's, Toyotas, Ford's, and Chevy's. No one around here owned an Italian, exotic car.
He could pray all day but why would he pray after receiving this E-mail from Satan? Yet, with praying not helping him, obviously, he was already doomed to go to Hell. He could eat, drink, smoke, and take as many drugs as he wanted or, instead, he could do something that he always wanted to do. Going out with a big bang, literally, instead of a cowardly whimper, he could do what he sexually fantasized doing while masturbating himself every morning and every evening.
"Yeah, of course. That's it. That's what I'll do," he said. "If I'm going to die anyway, I may as well have some sexual fun. I may as well have sex."
'23:57:05, 23:57:04, 23:57:03...'
### SusanJillParker-03 ###
Naked, horny, and nervous in believing that he had nothing to lose since he was going to die tomorrow anyway, Jack had sex with his MILF of a mother, Rita.
* * * * *
Something he had never done before but always wanted to do, twenty-five-year-old Jack stripped off his clothes. He was naked and standing in his room consumed by the incestuous, sexual thoughts of what he was going to do next. He swallowed two Viagra pills his friend had stolen from his father's medicine cabinet and had given him to try. Afraid to try them before for fear they'd have side effects, he swallowed them now. Being that he was dying tomorrow anyway, what did he have to lose?
While standing in front of his mirror naked, he stroked himself while waiting for the drugs to take effect. Within ten minutes, he had a raging erection. He had the biggest and the hardest erection he has ever had in his young life. With this pill earmarked for men with erectile dysfunction, he hoped his cock didn't explode. He hoped he didn't die prematurely of a heart attack today instead of dying as foretold tomorrow.
Now naked, horny, and proud of his animal like erection, he walked out of his bedroom and in the hall. His sister, Carol, was sequestered in her bedroom playing loud music with her door closed and his mother was downstairs preparing breakfast and making coffee. He could barge in his sister's room naked or he could walk downstairs naked to see his mother. Who should he expose himself to, his sister or his mother?
Torn by his sexual indecision, he stood at the top of the stairs listening, thinking, plotting, and planning. Should he go in his sister's room naked and try to have sex with her or should he walk downstairs naked and try to have sex with his mother? Being that tomorrow was his last day alive, if he was going to have sex with anyone, he wanted to have sex with his MILF of a mother. With her always incestuously flashing him and sexually teasing him, he always wanted to have sex with her.
Slowly and quietly, with his naked, erect cock bouncing and swaying, Jack walked downstairs naked to hopefully have sex with his mother. He already had an erection with the thought of what he was about to try and do with his mother and from taking a double dose of 100 milligrams of Viagra. Still growing bigger and harder, his prick was as stiff as an Olympic diving board. He couldn't believe the size and the hardness of his cock. He had the biggest and the hardest erection he ever had in his life.
As soon as he walked downstairs, as if she was his sexual vision of what a mature, sexy, beautiful woman should look like, he saw her. His mother, Rita, a petite, pretty blonde who looked like Naomi Watts but with much bigger tits and a much nicer ass, was at the kitchen counter making coffee with her back turned to him. Hoping that she'd be agreeable to having consensual sex with her son, with him needing a volunteer and with her his first selection, he couldn't wait to try his double dose of Viagra induced prick on her.
Obviously not expecting her son to be downstairs, and especially not expecting him to be naked, his normal routine was to leave for work through the garage and buy coffee and a muffin at work. Most times he left without even seeing or talking to her. Most times he left without even saying goodbye.
The reason he acted rude to his mother by not greeting her or acknowledging her in the morning and not saying goodbye before leaving for work was because mornings were his horniest times. He had been sexually attracted to his mother since he turned 18-years-old. The only way he controlled himself from not soliciting his mother for sex was by constantly masturbating himself over the thoughts of his mother naked and having incestuous sex with her.
Sexually frustrated by the thoughts of wishing he could have sex with his mother, if he greeted her in the morning, he feared that he'd be unable to control himself from staring and leering at his nearly naked mother. He feared that, perhaps, he'd even touch and feel his mom in a sexually and incestuously, inappropriate way. Yet, now that he'd be dead by tomorrow, what did it matter? He had nothing to lose by soliciting his mother for forbidden sex? Who knows, once she sees his huge, hard, erect, naked prick, maybe she'd even say yes?
'I love you, Mom,' he thought.
Mornings were when his mother was in the kitchen wearing one of her sexy nightgowns without the modesty of a robe. Mornings were when he awakened with a sexually frustrated erection. Rather than having her sexually tempting him and sensually teasing him, he decided to avoid his mother each morning before he did something incestuously foolish and something that he'd regret. Now, being that he was going to die tomorrow anyway, if only just flashing her his erect prick and if nothing more than to see her reaction, he hoped to have some consensual, incestuous, sexual fun with his mother.
Of course, instead of just flashing her, he hoped to have sex with her. With her always flashing him up-skirt peeks of her panties and down-blouse views of her bra and cleavage, her sexual teasing was much worse when she wore her sexy, revealing nightgowns. Instead of just seeing up-skirt peeks of her panties, he saw up-nightgown views of her naked pussy. Instead of just seeing down-blouse view of her bra and cleavage, he saw down-nightgown views of her naked breasts.
Then, when she stood in front of the refrigerator with the door open and the kitchen light off, lighting her up, her nightgown became transparent. It was as if she was standing in front of the refrigerator naked. Again, when she stood in front of the TV without the living room light, as if standing in front of an X-Ray machine, he could see through his mother's nightgown as if she was naked. When she opened the drapes in front of the big, bay window to greet the morning by letting in the sun, yet again, with the sun lighting her up and pouring in through her sheer nightgown, she looked naked.
'Naked, naked, naked, I'd love to see my mother naked. Naked, naked, naked, I can't wait for my mother to see me naked,' he thought.
Just as he knew she would be, she was wearing her short, sheer, low-cut, sexy nightgown without the modesty of a robe and with nothing underneath. Consumed with incestuous lust with the thought that his mother was naked beneath her sexy nightgown, he wished he could have sex with her right there and right now in the kitchen. When seeing her from the back in the bright light of the kitchen, as if she was standing in front of a TSA X-ray machine, he could see right through his mother's sheer nightgown as if she was naked.
'Naked, naked, naked, I'd love to see my mother naked,' he thought again. 'Naked, naked, naked, I can't believe I'm going to exposed my naked prick to my mother.'
With him able to see the back of her shapely thighs, the shape of her round, firm ass, and her ass crack through her thin, sheer nightgown, she almost looked as if she was naked. Inspired to imagine her naked while hoping to see more of her beautiful body, he imagined more of his mother than what he was seeing. His mother looked so hot when wearing nothing but her skimpy, sexy, and nearly see-through nightgown. Now, after seeing her from the back, he couldn't wait to see her from the front.
He couldn't wait to see the impressions her nipples and the outline her breasts made through her nightie. He couldn't wait to see the darker shadow of her patch of blonde, trimmed, pubic hair. He couldn't wait to see the look on her face when knowing that she was enjoying all that she was showing her son and all that he was enjoying seeing of his mother's sexy and shapely body. He couldn't wait to see the look on her face when knowing that he was enjoying all that his mother was seeing of his naked body and all that she was hopefully enjoying seeing of his naked body.
'I love you, Mom,' he thought. 'I really love you but not in the way that a son should love his mother. I want to make love to you. I want to have sex with you,' he thought while staring at his mother's shapely and nearly naked ass. 'I want to fuck you. I want you to blow me.'
Never believing that she would, he now wondered if she was deliberately teasing him while hoping that he'd make a sexual, incestuous move on her. As if she was begging him for some sexual action, his mother was always flashing him down-blouse peeks of her bra and cleavage and down-nightgown peeks of her tits, nipples, and areolas. When she wasn't flashing him her bra, cleavage, and tits, she was flashing him up-skirt peeks of her white panties or up-nightgown views of her naked, blonde, trimmed pussy.
He'd love nothing more than to have sex with his sexy, MILF of a mother. He'd love to kiss his mother, French kiss her while touching and feeling her everywhere through her nightgown. He'd love to masturbate his mother while she masturbated him. He'd love nothing more than to make love to her before fucking her, really fucking her and pounding her pussy until she screamed out his name in orgasmic pleasure. He'd love to watch his Mom suck his cock. He'd loved to see his hard, hairy prick buried in his mother's beautiful mouth while she stared up at him with her big, blue eyes.
Obviously, with her not having a man in her life after divorcing his father, he imagined that his mother was as horny and as sexually frustrated as he was. Obviously, with his mother constantly and continually flashing him, he imagined that his mother as much of an exhibitionist as he was a voyeur. He wondered if she was as sexually attracted to him as he was sexually attracted to her. Only, with him forbidden to have sex with her, now that he'd be dead tomorrow, what did it matter if he solicited her for sex? What did it matter if he had sex with his MILF of a mother?
Giving her something to remember him by, his sexual fantasy come true, he'd love to have forbidden sex with his mother? Just as he'd love for her to make him cum, he'd love to make her cum too. He'd love to squirt a bit of his sperm in his mother's cunt. Hoping to make her pregnant, how better to remember her son than to have another son in his image? Only, with his luck, his mother would have a girl instead of a boy. With his luck, his mother is too old to get pregnant. Yet, it was a thought that helped him cope with dying tomorrow.
If his mother could make him happy by sexually comforting him, stroking him, sucking him, and fucking him, he wished she would. With him having no guilt, remorse, and/or repercussions, there was nothing stopping him from having sex with her, especially if she was agreeable to having consensual sex with him. Only with him not about to force himself on her, it was up to her if she wanted to have sex with him or not.
Always afraid to ask her for sex before, he wasn't afraid to ask her for sex now. If he doesn't ask her for sex, he won't get her to give him sex. There was nothing wrong with a son saying goodbye to his mother by having sex with her. Only, with her not knowing that Satan chose him to die tomorrow, maybe she wouldn't feel the same way about having sex with him that he felt about having sex with her.
'Nonetheless,' he thought. 'If I don't ask her for incestuous sex, I won't get her to give me incestuous sex.'
Wishing he could, he couldn't tell her that he was dying tomorrow. She'd think him nuts. She'd think he made the whole thing up just to get her to have sex with him. Yet, even if she knew that tomorrow was his last day to live, perhaps she still wouldn't have sex with him. She was his mother after all and he was her son. The last thing he wanted to do was to force his mother to do anything that she didn't want to consensually and sexually do. Besides, if she believed him that he was dying tomorrow, why upset her today?
* * * * *
As quiet as an Indian or a Ninja warrior, he came up behind his mother. Leaning into her, wrapping his arms around her slim waist, and pressing himself against her, Jack pushed his mother's forty-six-year-old, toned tummy against the countertop. With his arms around her, her big, nightgown clad breasts rested on her forearms. It sexually excited him to feel his mother's big breasts resting on his forearms. If he turned his hands upward, he'd be cupping his mother's tits. This wasn't just any woman that he was sexually molesting, this was his mother.
'I can't believe her big tits are resting on my forearm,' he thought.
With him much taller than her, he had to squat down a little to perfectly place his naked, erect cock against her nightgown clad, ass crack. As if she was his girlfriend, Julie, instead of his mother, Rita, he pressed his erection harder against his mother's nightgown and in-between her nearly naked ass cheeks. As if he was intent on fucking her in her ass, he rubbed his naked cock all over his mother's nightgown clad ass while moving up and down and side to side. With him humping and grinding himself against his mother's beautiful ass, they stood there without talking. As if he was already fucking his mother, she felt so good pressed against him.
'I can't believe I'm dry humping my mother,' he thought. 'A good sign, perhaps, that she sexually wants me as much as I sexually want her, I can't believe my mother is allowing me to dry hump her.'
When she stood still without moving or moving away, he didn't know if she was enjoying the sexual attention or if she was shocked and offended by him trying to impale her nearly naked ass with his erect, naked prick. Unable to read his mother, he couldn't tell if she was sexually excited or angry. He didn't know if he should continue his sexual assault of his mother's ass or withdraw his cock from poking her. With her not showing any reaction to his naked, erect prick having his wicked sexual way with her ass, wishing she'd acknowledge his erection, he couldn't tell if she wanted him to continue sexually seducing her or not.
"Good morning, Jack," she said with a little laugh and without turning around. "How are you today? Obviously, horny, I see," she said with a dirty laugh.
The elephant in the room, it was just like her not to acknowledge his erection poking her in the ass until now.
"Good morning, Mom," he said while continuing to push and rub his cock against his mother's shapely ass.
While still dry humping his mother's nightgown clad ass with his naked prick, taking the next, bold step, he unwrapped his arms around her and slowly slid his horny hands down the side of her. Not moving, not even talking to voice her disapproval, she stood frozen in place. He touched, felt, and squeezed her ass through her sheer nightgown as he moved his hands lower and around her. Something he never did before but always wanted to do, he was feeling his mother's nearly naked ass through her thin, sheer, sexy nightgown. He couldn't believe he was feeling his mother's nearly naked ass.
'Oh, my God,' he thought. 'I can't believe I'm feeling my mother's nearly naked ass. I can't believe my mother is allowing me to feel her nearly naked ass.'
Wanting to test her reaction to him touching and feeling her ass in such an inappropriate and incestuously sexual way, as if raising a curtain, he ever so slowly raised the back of her nightgown to expose her naked ass. He took a step back to look at his mother's naked ass. For a mature woman, she had such a sexy and shapely ass. For a mature woman, her ass was so firm and so round. He loved his mother's ass, especially when she wore her tight jeans and especially now that his mother's naked ass was exposed to his horny eyes and incestuous hands.
'I can't believe I'm seeing my mother's naked ass,' he thought while staring at her shapely, sexy, and naked behind.
When she didn't stop him from exposing her naked ass and raising her nightgown to her waist, taking that as his signal to continue to grope his mother, his horny hands were all over his mother's naked ass. He couldn't believe he had the nerve to not only hump his mother's ass but also to raise her nightgown and expose her naked ass while touching and feeling her naked ass. He couldn't believe his mother not only allowed him to hump her ass but also allow him to expose her ass by allowing him to raise her nightgown. Now, with him touching and feeling her naked ass, he couldn't believe his mother was allowing him to touch her in such a sexually and incestuously inappropriate way.
"Are you having fun feeling my naked ass, Jack," she said wiggling her naked ass.
He smiled and leaned forward to whisper his incestuous lust in his mother's ear.
"You have a such beautiful ass, Mom. I've always admired your ass. I've always wanted to see, touch, and feel your naked ass. Sorry, but I could no longer resist your ass," he said feeling and squeezing his mother's naked ass.
A good sign that she wanted her naked ass to be touched, squeezed, and felt, unless reading her wrong, obviously, she wanted him to give her incestuous sex as much as he wanted to give his mother incestuous sex. Taking the chance that she wouldn't rebuke and/or reject him, he abandoned his mother's naked ass to reach up and around her to cup his mother's breasts through her nightgown and in his horny hands. Something he always wanted to do, he was finally feeling his mother's tits. He couldn't believe he was cupping his mother's big, nightgown clad breasts in his horny hands.
After feeling his mother's naked ass, he couldn't believe he was feeling his mother's breasts, albeit through her nightgown. Perhaps as shocked as she was, he couldn't believe his mother allowed him to feel her breasts. A good sign that she wanted more, he couldn't believe she allowed him to not only expose and feel her naked ass but also that she allowed him to feel her big breasts through her nightgown. Just as he couldn't believe he was feeling his mother's naked ass, he couldn't believe he was feeling his mother's big, nightgown clad tits.
"Jack, oh, my God," she said with a nervous, little laugh. "What's gotten into you? Obviously by your erection poking my ass, you touching, feeling, and exposing my naked ass before feeling my breasts, you're obviously horny," she said with a sexy laugh while pausing before uttering what he was hoping to hear. "I wish there was something that I could sexually do for you to give you some sexual relief and a sexual release but with me your mother and you my son, I can't," she said falling quiet.
'Was my mother suggesting a hand job or a blowjob? I'd love nothing more than for my MILF of a sexy mother to stroke my cock while sucking my cock,' he thought. 'Obviously, I'm sexually getting to her.'
So soft, yet so firm, and so shapely, his mother not only had a shapely, firm, round ass but also she had beautiful, natural breasts with big nipples, nipples that he'd love to finger and suck.
"Please don't be mad, Mother. Just as I always wanted to touch and feel your ass, I always wanted to touch and feel your tits, too. Just as you have an amazing ass, you have amazing breasts too," he said feeling, squeezing, and continuing to fondle his mother's breasts through her nightgown.
He always wanted to feel her tits while fingering her nipples. Going for broke, with her standing there and not moving away while allowing him to sexually molest her beautiful body, he fingered her nipples. As soon as he fingered her nipples while he humped her round, firm, still naked ass, her nipples erected. Obviously with her not cold but sexually excited, his mother was seemingly enjoying being touched, humped, and felt up as much as he was enjoying humping his mother's round, naked ass, feeling her big, firm tits, and fingering her erect nipples.
'Oh, my God,' he thought. 'I can't believe I'm fingering my mother's nipples. I can't believe she's allowing me to finger her nipples. This, by far, is the best day of my life. Having my wicked, sexual way with my mother is almost worth me dying.'
She squirmed as if he was getting to her by fingering her nipples.
"Jack," she said breathlessly while still not moving away from him. "What are you doing?" She looked down at his fingers before closing her eyes. "Why are you touching me in this sexually forbidden way?"
He rubbed his erect, naked cock all over his mother's naked ass.
"Because I love you, Mother," he said.
She seemingly swooned by his touches, gropes, humps, and feels.
"Oh, my God, Jack. Oh, my God," she said swooning when he pulled, turned, pinched, squeezed, and twisted her big nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. "You shouldn't be doing this. You shouldn't be touching me, feeling me, and humping me in such a sexually inappropriate way," she said. "I'm your mother and you're my son," she said pausing while swooning with her head against his muscular chest and with her eyes still closed.
With his left hand still feeling her naked ass, his right hand felt her breasts and continued pulling, turning, pinching, squeezing, and twisting her big, erect nipples through her nightgown.
"I love you, Mother," he said. "I love you. I'll always love you."
Obviously not understanding the dire reason for his sudden, sexually, and incestuous display of love for his mother, as if an involuntary movement, she slowly wiggled her ass against his naked cock. As if she was his girlfriend instead of his mother, she slowly grinded her magnificent ass into his cock. He always knew his mother was a sexy bitch. With his mother always flashing him, he suspected his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.
"Jack," she said again in a sexually excited whisper. "You're making me so hot and so...horny," she said pausing again. "You're making me so...wet," she said in another sexually excited whisper. "Jack, oh, my god, Jack. I'm so wet for you."
He moved her hair to kiss the back and side of her neck before sticking his tongue in her ear and blowing his sexual lust for her in her ear.
"Why not? Why shouldn't I be touching the woman that I love in this sexual way? I love you, Mom," he said again. "I love you."
As if she was putty in his hands, with her nightgown still bunched around her waist and trapped between her tummy and the countertop, he slid his right hand from her breast all the way down to her exposed pussy. As soon as he touched and fingered her blonde, trimmed pubic hair, as if being sexually massaged, she totally relaxed. Never thinking that he'd get this sexually far with his mother, he couldn't believe she allowed him to expose and feel her naked ass, fondle her breasts and finger her nipples through her nightgown, and now finger her pubic hair. He couldn't believe she confessed that he made her hot, horny, and wet.
'I can't believe I'm touching my mother's pubic hair. I can't believe she's allowing me to touch her pubic hair,' he thought.
With her obviously wanting more sexually as much as he wanted more sexually, going all the way, he cupped his mother's cunt in his hand before he slid a slow finger along her pussy lips. He was touching his mother's pussy. He was cupping his mother's cunt. He couldn't believe he was having his wicked, sexual way with his mother's pussy. As if he was about to finger Julie's cunt, he couldn't believe he was about to finger his mother's cunt. Waiting for her to stop him, when she didn't, he continued slowly and purposefully fingering her pussy lips.
'I can't believe I'm touching my mother's pussy. I can't believe she's allowing me to touch her pussy,' he thought.
Taking her total lack of resistance as his go ahead sign to continue with his sexual assault of his mother, he parted the lips of her vagina with his fingertips and pressed his finger down and inside of her with more force. As if his fingertip was meant to be there fingering her pussy, his finger was inside his mother's cunt and she was, indeed, wet. She was so very wet. As soon as he entered his mother's cunt, she squirmed.
"Jack," she said in a sexually excited gasp. "Oh, my God, Jack. Jack," she whispered. "I love you, Jack. I love you."
* * * * *
He not only couldn't believe that he was fingering his mother's pussy but also he couldn't believe that his mother was allowing him to finger her pussy. He rubbed her clit with one finger while fucking her cunt this his other finger. His fingers were deep inside of his mother's cunt. He couldn't believe he was finger fucking his mother. He couldn't believe she was allowing him to finger fuck her. He couldn't believe he was masturbating his mother. He couldn't believe she was allowing him to masturbate her.
"I love touching you in this sexual way, Mom," he said. "I love giving you sexual pleasure."
Wishing he had a third hand to feel her naked ass, he rubbed her clit and fingered her pussy with his right hand while continuing to feel her breasts and finger her nipples through her nightgown with his left hand. Never thinking he would ever get this sexually far with his mother, he wished he had touched and felt her years ago. Having wasted so much time, they could have been having mother and son incestuous sex. Having wasted so much time, he could have been eating his mother and making love to her before fucking her. Having wasted so much time, she could have been stroking his cock and sucking his cock before fucking his cock.
'Better late than not at all,' he thought while continuing to masturbate his mother and fingering her erect nipples. 'At least she's not rejecting me but instead she's encouraging me to have sex with her magnificent, MILF of a body.'
"Jack," she said breathlessly again. "You shouldn't. We mustn't. Oh, my God, Jack. Oh, my God. Must I remind you that I'm your mother and you're my son? What you're doing could be misconstrued as incestuous instead of the love that a son feels for his mother," she said feigning her protests while pressing her nightgown clad ass against his erect, naked cock. "Oh, my God, Jack. Oh, my God. You're making me so very sexually excited."
Then, when she turned to face him, confront him, and perhaps scold him and stop him from feeling her tits, fingering her nipples, and masturbating her pussy, before she could utter a word, he parted his mother's lips with his tongue. Making out with her, he removed his fingers from his mother's cunt and his hand from his mother's tits. He kissed his mother in the way that a man would kiss a woman and in the way that he'd kiss his girlfriend, Julie.
One wet kiss after another wet kiss, he French kissed his mother. Not only couldn't he believe that he was French kissing his mother but also he couldn't believe his mother was returning his passionate, wet kisses with her passionate, wet kisses. While kissing and kissing her, he reached up his right hand to feel her breasts and finger her nipples again while lowering his left hand to continue to finger fuck and masturbate her pussy.
'I can't believe I'm masturbating my mother,' he thought while finger fucking his mother and rubbing her clit harder and faster.
Now while feeling her tits with his right hand, he cupped his mother's naked pussy with his left hand. He couldn't believe she allowed him to have his wicked sexual way with her nightgown clad breasts, naked ass, and now her naked pussy. Feeling all of her between her legs, he couldn't believe she allowed him to cup her naked cunt. Even more unbelievable, he couldn't believe she allowed him to finger fuck and masturbate her naked pussy. Stunned, shocked, and surprised, he couldn't believe he was having his wicked, sexual way with his mother's naked cunt.
"Mom, Mom, I love you so much, Mom," he said staring in his mother's blue eyes.
She smiled at him in the way she had never smiled at him before.
"And I love you, Jack. I love you so very much," she said.
While still kissing and kissing her, French kissing her, he slid a slow finger along her pussy slit again, parted her pussy lips, and pressed down with his left hand in the way he had done with his right hand. Well passed his knuckle, his finger was deep inside of his mother again and, while not having to force her, she was already so very wet for her son. Sexually exciting her more than she already was, he slowly and gently rubbed his mother's clit before rubbing it faster and pushing down on it harder.
Something he had never sexually fantasized doing, he couldn't believe he was not only finger fucking and masturbating his mother but also that his mother was allowing him to finger fuck and masturbate her. As shocked as he was sexually excited, he couldn't believe that his mother obviously sexually wanted him to masturbate her as much as he sexually wanted to masturbate her. Once he realized that she obviously, sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, he stuck his right hand down her nightgown top to feel her naked breasts while fingering her naked nipples.
He was feeling his mother's naked tits. He couldn't believe he was feeling his mother's naked tits. He couldn't believe his mother was allowing him to feel her naked tits. Once he felt her naked tits, he fingered, pulled, turned, pinched, squeezed, and twisted her naked nipples. He couldn't believe he was fingering, pulling, turning, pinching, squeezing, and twisting his mother's naked nipples. His sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe his mother was allowing him to finger, pull, turn, pinch, squeeze, and twist her naked nipples.
'Oh, my God. I can't believe I'm feeling my mother's naked tits while fingering her naked nipples,' he thought.
As if he was reenacting a mother and son, Japanese porn video, going for it all, in one swift move, he reached for the hem of her nightgown and pulled it all the way up over her head and off. As if he was a rapist, he stripped his mother naked. His mother was naked. He couldn't believe his mother was naked. He couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's beautiful naked body.
'Naked, naked, naked, my mother is naked,' he thought.
Now, just as he was naked, his mother was naked too. Shocked as much as he was sexually excited by all that happened so quickly in such a short time, he couldn't believe he had stripped his mother naked. He couldn't believe his mother allowed him to strip her naked.
* * * * *
Then, as if he was remaking the movie, The Postman Always Rings Twice, written by James M. Cain, and originally made with Lana Turner and John Garfield and later with Jessica Lange and Jack Nicholson, he was ready to fuck his mother. He lifted her and put her on the kitchen table. Pushing her back, he bunched the tablecloth behind her neck for her to rest her blonde, pretty head. As if he was in bed with her instead of on the kitchen table with her, he climbed on the table and mounted his mother. He was ready to make love to his mother before fucking his mother.
"Jack, what are you doing? Oh, my God! Jack, you're naked," she said just now noticing that he was naked. "Jack! Oh, my God. Oh, my God, Jack. Jack, wait. We can't do this. We mustn't do this. I'm your mother and you're my son. This is incest. Oh, my God, Jack. No. Wait. Jack. Stop. Please stop," she said feigning her reluctance to have incestuous sex with her son.
Before he mounted her and as he was mounting her, she stared down at her son's exposed, erect penis and continued staring at his engorged prick as if she had never seen an erect cock before. He kissed his mother again while fingering her pussy and while wrapping her motherly fingers around his stiff prick. Allowing her to make his erection even harder, he moved her hand with his hand to give him a forced hand job. With her ready and willing to masturbate him, he didn't need to guide his mother's hand back and forth on his cock.
With her already wet enough, he continued climbing on top of her, pressed himself against her, and inserted himself inside his mother's cunt. Not making a struggle or a fuss, as if he was her lover, her boyfriend, her significant other, or her husband instead of her son, she voluntarily accepted his cock inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Making sweet love to her while kissing her, Jack humped his mother's wet, warm, and willing pussy. Then, humping her faster and humping her harder, Jack fucked his mother while on top of the kitchen table until she had an orgasm.
"Oh, Jack. Jack. My son, my loving son. I love you, Jack. I love you so much. You're making your mother very happy, so very happy. Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me. I'm cumming, Jack. Please don't stop. Please don't stop. I'm cumming, Jack. I'm cumming. Fuck Mommy, Jack. Fuck me harder. Fuck me faster," she said returning her son's humps with her humps. "Fuck Mommy faster. Fuck Mommy harder. Make me cum, Jack. Make me cum."
The obedient son that he was, as if his mother's pussy was Julie's pussy, his girlfriend's pussy, Jack fucked his mother faster and harder. A master masturbator, a personal best, Jack held a personal record of ejaculating cum eight times in one night. His way to masturbate more in the course of a day or night, whether a squirt of a volcanic eruption, he trained himself to ejaculate as much or as little cum as he wanted. Instead of shooting a full load of cum in his mother's cunt, he squirted just a little and just enough. He possessed enough sexual self-control to ejaculate a small fraction of cum, only as much cum as was needed for his sexual pleasure and for his diabolical purpose.
Masturbating every day, at least twice a day, he masturbated over his mother, Rita, while imagining her naked and having sex with her. He masturbated over his sister, Carol, while imagining her naked and having sex with her. He masturbated over his Aunt Christine, while imagining her naked and having sex with her. He masturbated over his Cousin Kathy, while imagining her naked and having sex with her.
It wasn't just his relatives who he masturbated over. He masturbated over his girlfriend's mother, Nancy, while imagining her naked and having sex with her. He masturbated over his girlfriend's sister, Jessica, while imagining her naked and having sex with her. Finally, he masturbated over his girlfriend's best friend, Amy, while imagining her naked and having sex with her too.
Then, before leaving his mother still lying on the kitchen table naked, sexually satisfied, and enjoying the afterglow of sex, he stood next to her. When she turned her head to him, he put a gentle hand to the back of her blonde, pretty head, lifted it, and impaled his mother's mouth with his stiff cock. He watched her lick and suck what few droplets of cum that dribbled from his stiff prick.
He always wanted to see his mother with his hard, hairy cock in her mouth while she stared up at him with her big, blue eyes and he stared down at her. As soon as he inserted his erect prick in her mouth, he humped her mouth and fucked her face. Not resisting him or rejecting him, she opened her mouth wide to take his cock deep inside her beautiful mouth. She willingly sucked her son while voluntarily stroking him.
'My mother is blowing me. I can't believe my mother is willingly and consensually sucking my cock,' he thought.
Hard for him to wrap his brain around that his prick was in his mother's mouth. He couldn't believe his prick was in his mother's mouth. Not only did his mother accept his stiff prick in her beautiful mouth but also she sucked him while stroking him. As if he was a man she picked up for the night instead of her beloved son, his mother was blowing him. As if she was a woman he picked up for the night instead of his beloved mother, his mother was sucking him. His longtime sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe his mother was giving him a motherly blowjob.
"Look at me while you suck me, Mom," he said. "Look at me. I want to remember you with my hard, hairy cock in your mouth. Suck me, Mom. Suck my cock."
She stared up at her son while sucking him and while stroking him. Then, removing him from her mouth, she showed him her tongue while she licked, kissed, and sucked his prick. Not wanting to fully cum just yet, he left his beloved mother sprawled out and naked on the kitchen table. If he allowed her to continue to suck him, he would have ejaculated his full load of cum in her beautiful mouth. If he allowed her to continue to suck him, he would have given her a cum bath. He would have ejaculated all over her beautiful face, in her blonde hair, and across her big tits.
'Well, that didn't take very long to fuck my mother and give her something to remember me by after I'm gone, a sexual orgasm,' he thought to himself.
'23:22:20, 23:22:19, 23:22:18...'
### SusanJillParker-04 ###
Without guilt, remorse, and repercussions, after having had sex with his mother, Rita, Jack had reluctant sex before having consensual sex with his sexy sister, Carol, too.
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Now that he had sex with his mother, Jack went upstairs to his bitch of a sister's room to hopefully have sex with her too. Why in the Hell not? After having sex with his mother, what did he have to lose by soliciting his sister for sex too?
Even though they never got along, she's been better since she moved back home. She's been kinder to him and not as quick to rile. Besides, a younger version as his Mom, as good looking, as sexy, and with a body to die for, he always wished he could have sex with his big sister. In the way that he lusted and masturbated over his Mom while imagining her naked and having sex with him, he lusted and masturbated over his big sister while imagining her naked and having sex with him too.
What did he have to lose? The worst she could say is no. The worst she could do is scream when he entered her bedroom naked and with an erection. It isn't as if she's going to run to their mother and complain that he tried to have sex with her, especially after he just had sex with his Mom.
Alive today, he'd be dead by this time tomorrow anyway. Besides, like mother like daughter, with his sister lonely, sexually frustrated, and horny, she may surprise him and want to give him as much as sex as he wanted to give her. She may surprise him in the way that his mother surprised him. His sister may be just as horny and sexually frustrated as was his mother. His sister may sexually want him as much as he sexually wants her.
His sister, Carol, had returned home yet again to live after divorcing her second husband. Like mother like son and, hopefully, like mother like daughter, in the way that his mother was an incestuous whore and he was an incestuous pervert, he hoped his sister was an incestuous whore too. He hoped that his sister would give him consensual, incestuous sex in the way that his mother had just given him consensual, incestuous sex.
'How hot would that be to fuck my sister? How hot would that be for her to suck my cock? Just to see her naked would be another one of my sexual fantasies come true,' he thought. 'Just to see my sister's reaction would be so hot too.'
Before entering his sister's bedroom unannounced and uninvited, he quickly ducked his head in his room to check his countdown clock on his computer screen. He had twenty-three hours left. The time was ticking by fast, too fast. Never paying much attention to time before, unless he had an appointment or was late for work, he paid attention to every second of the time he had left now.
'23:01:04, 23:01:03, 23:01:02...'
Without knocking and while hoping to catch her in her nightgown, he barged in his sister's bedroom unannounced and without warning. Better than catching his sister in her nightgown, he hoped he'd catch her naked, topless, or at least in her bra and panties while she was getting dressed for work. Instead, something he hadn't imagined, something he hadn't imagining happening, and something that hardened his cock and inspired his incestuous, wanton, sexual desire for his sister, he heard the water running in her bathroom.
'She's in the shower,' he thought. 'She's naked. My sister is naked. God, oh, God.'
Obviously, she was taking a shower. Obviously, his sister was soaping her beautiful body. Perfect timing, his sister was in the bathroom shower naked. Naked, naked, naked, his sister was naked.
'I'd love nothing more than to lather my sister's big tits with soap while fingering her erect nipples before fingering her pussy,' he thought. 'Back and forth and back and forth, I'd love nothing more than for my sister to stroke my cock clean with her bare hand before moving to her knees to take me in her mouth.'
At the very least, if he dared open her bathroom door and dared open her shower door, he'd catch his sister in her birthday suit. He'd finally see his sister in the way that he had sexually fantasized seeing his sister, Carol, while constantly and continually masturbating himself over the thoughts of his sister naked and having sex with her. He couldn't count how many times he masturbated over his sexy sister while imagining her naked and having sex with her.
'Carol, I'm coming for you. Carol, I need to cum inside of you, big sister,' he thought.
Convenient for him, a real timesaver, he couldn't have planned his uninvited entrance any better. Not having to persuade her to undress and not being relegated to feeling her through her clothes while trying to kiss her and seduce her, Carol was already naked while in the shower.
'Naked, naked, naked, my sexy sister is naked.'
Not waiting for an invitation, expecting her to scream, to fight, and to resist, he quietly walked in her bedroom, stealthily walked in her bathroom, and opened her shower door and stepped inside.
With his sister facing him with her eyes closed, he stared at her big breasts, her areolas, and her erect nipples. He stared at her naked blonde, trimmed pussy. The first time seeing so much of his sexy sister, he couldn't believe the beautiful body she had. Why two men would divorce someone who was as beautiful and as sexy as was his sister was beyond his understanding, albeit she was such a bitch.
Nonetheless her bitchy moods and bitchy behavior, he couldn't believe he was seeing his sister naked. He couldn't believe he was about to solicit his sexy sister for sex in the way he had already solicited and had sex with his MILF of a mother. Perhaps, bitchiness is the price that men must pay to be with someone as beautiful and as sexy. Now he wondered if his mother was as bitchy as his sister when she was younger. Perhaps that's why his father divorced his mother, too.
Like mother like daughter, with less than 20-years between them, they looked so much alike, especially when naked. Now that he had seen them both naked, if he was with one or the other in a dark room while they were both naked, he wouldn't be able to tell one from the other. Then, when she turned to rinse the soap from her sexy and shapely body, he stared at his sister's round and shapely, naked ass. She had such a beautiful ass. Carol had as good of an ass as Eva Mendez or Jessica Biel. He couldn't believe he was seeing his sister's naked ass. Perhaps because she was twenty-years younger, she had an even better ass than his mother and his mother still had a magnificent ass.
'Wow, what an ass,' he thought.
Catching her by surprise, before even realizing that he was there with her naked, when she finally opened her eyes after rinsing the soap from her hair, he was already standing behind her. As if he was imagining being in the shower naked with his naked sister, he couldn't believe he was really there. As if he was dreaming or sexually fantasizing that he was naked and in the shower with his naked sister, even if she rejected him, he'd be happy to have seen her without her clothes.
"Good morning, Carol," said Jack with a big shit eating grin.
As if she was hearing voices, as soon as he spoke, she turned her head and popped open her eyes. In the way that he had pressed his naked cock up against his mother's naked ass and buried his erection between her ass cheeks, he did the same to his sister. Then, before she had time to react, to struggle, and to resist his inappropriate, sexual advances, he reached out his horny, incestuous hands to cup his sister's big, naked tits while fingering her nipples.
He was feeling his sister's big, naked breasts. He couldn't believe he was feeling his sister's big, naked tits while humping his sister's naked ass. As soon as he fingered her nipples, they erected themselves. Like mother like daughter, she had big tits and big nipples. He couldn't wait to suck her tits just as he couldn't wait for her to fuck and suck his cock.
Slow to react to him inappropriately sexually touching her, she slapped his hand away from her tits. She turned to face him and, as if bench pressing him, she pushed him away with both hands against his chest. Denying him a continued view of her naked body, she covered her naked breasts with her forearm and hand and covered her naked pussy with her other hand.
She looked at him as if she had just received an electrical shock. She looked at him as if he was crazy. He was crazy. He was crazy with sexual desire for her in the way that he was crazy with sexual desire for their mother. Now that he had sex with his mother, he was crazy out of his mind with the incestuous thoughts of having sex with his sexy sister.
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