Monica closed the door behind her and let out a sigh, that familiar feeling of relief that she gets weekly taking hold. Some people see a therapist to unload their baggage. Their therapist knowing more about them than their most intimate friends and family. Not Monica. Monica has been giving confession right here since she was a kid. She was baptized, confirmed, and married, all in the same church. There sitting next to the confessional kneeler was Father Egan. He sat in his robes waiting patiently for Monica to approach the kneeler and give her confession like she had for hundreds of Sundays in the past. Father Egan knew everything about Monica. He knew her parents. He knew her husband. He knew her kids. He knew the first lie she ever told. Well, not the first, but the one she told him at her first confession. That she lied about where she had gone one day to her mother, telling her that she had gone to the park on her bicycle, but that in actuality she ridden into town, which she wasn’t supposed to do because there were no sidewalks to ride on and it was much too dangerous.
She told Father Egan about the first time she had impure thoughts about a boy. She told him when she had kissed a girl. She wasn’t too sure about that one. As the years went on, every Sunday she came into the confessional. The sins she unburdened became more and more lewd. First handjob. A parked car behind the grocery store she worked at with a clerk with sideburns and perpetually greasy hair he slicked back. She told Father Egan how the boy had moaned so loud, she thought they were going to get caught. Then each Sunday after that for three weeks in a row, another handjob. She told Father Egan the last one came on her face. She tried so hard to resist temptation like he had instructed, but it was just so close to her mouth. She opened up and started to suck, face already covered in cum. The boy immediately started to leak again. It wasn’t as explosive the second time, she said. She swallowed. “I knew it was wrong, but there wasn’t much in my mouth since he had already cum on my face, and so I just went ahead and swallowed.” Father Egan looked ahead silently shaking his head for a moment. “What are we going to do with you?” “I bet you’d like to do something to me, wouldn’t you, Father?” He didn’t judge. He just asked her to try to do better next week.
When she graduated high school, the list of sins had grown a mile long. But no one was the wiser. Except Father Egan. He knew about the time she fucked her boyfriend filled with cum from her best friend’s boyfriend. He knew she hadn’t had a single partner she hadn’t cheated on and that she in fact enjoyed cheating. He knew that she wasn’t even faithful to her husband on the day of her own wedding. She met with the photographer to give him a piece of her mind for arriving late and he gave her a load up inside her asshole ten minutes before she walked down the aisle. She enjoyed telling Father Egan every detail. That time she enjoyed it a little more even, knowing that he was, very loosely, involved in her incident. She smiled as she confessed to him the following Sunday that she could feel the photographer’s cum leaking from her asshole as she told him “I do”.
It was really a wonder that no one had realized there was hardly a dick in town she hasn’t sucked or fucked. You’d think someone would have told someone else by now, but she managed to keep them all under wraps, either with the threat of blackmail or of turning off the tap of sexual favors. Of course, she told Father Egan all of the really dirty secrets. The guys that liked her to treat them like scum. One of them would beg her to squeeze his balls. Another to spank him like a baby. There was nothing she wouldn’t do.
“Hello, Moni. What does the good lord need to forgive you for today?” He hadn’t given up completely, but he knew the drill by now. Monica smoothed the front of her dress as she took a knee on the kneeler. “Father, do you think I’m a good person?” Father Egan smirked. “You gotta be kidding me. You’re 28 years old. You’ve fucked near the whole town, and I honestly don’t even think you care about salvation at all. So, get on with it. What sins do you need to confess?” “Well, this is going to be a big one. You know I’m the head of the PTA. Well, we were organizing a fundraiser for the kids. A bake sale, of course. Robert and the kids were gone for the weekend. So I had all the mothers send over their contributions to my house, so that I could have them all together Monday morning. Well… they didn’t always come in person to deliver their contributions. Let’s see… there was Jarod. He was the first dad. That’s Letti’s husband. This one was pretty direct. I just let him in, dropped to my knees and unbuttoned his pants. Letti is a lucky girl. Jarod’s cock is the size of my fore arm. I haven’t felt that sore from a dick in my throat in a while. He just stood there holding that tray of cookies over my head while his cock spasmed in my throat. I just held onto that firm ass of his until every drop of sperm was swimming in my stomach. Got a little light headed from the lack of oxygen when I finally pulled his gigantic cock out of my mouth. I took the tray of cookies and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I told him, “thank you darling, you can pull your pants up and go now. Give my love to your wife.” And shoed him out the door. I don’t think he even believes it happened.”
“Ooh, Scott. You’re going to love this one. You know the Smitty’s. Aren’t they just the most adorable family?” She waved her hand. “Anyway, I brought Scott into the kitchen and came up behind him. I slid my hand around to his crotch and started to rub. He started moaning instantly. I asked him if he liked what I was doing and of course he moaned yes to me. His cock was throbbing. I love feeling them grow in my hands. I asked him if I should stop. “No, don’t stop! Keep going.” “But I don’t know if we should be doing this.” I squeezed his cock harder and rubbed him through his pants. “Please, God, don’t stop.” I don’t think Mrs. Smitty has been taking care of Mr. Smitty. He sounded pretty desperate. I’ll probably come back for some more of that one.” She waved away again. It was one of her most common mannerisms. “I unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock and started to stroke it. “Keep going?” “Yes, I want it.” Now get this. I told him to pull out his cell phone. He reached into his pocket and pulled it out for me. I told him to pull up the camera and take a selfie video of us for him to enjoy later. He recorded the two of us. My head over his shoulder whispering in his ear. “I bet you’re glad your wife sent you over, aren’t you.” “God, yes.” “Do you wish you could fuck me?” “Yes, I do.” “Say the words.” I stroked harder. “I want to fuck you, Monica!” “Again!” “I want to fuck you, Monica! Please fuck me.” “That’s a good little boy. Now stop the video and send it to me.” I kept stroking while he pulled up a text and sent the video like I commanded. “Now… I want you to pull up a picture of your family. I know you got one.” “Ok, why?” “Don’t spoil the surprise.” He did as he was told. “You have such a beautiful family. Is this after the Christmas pageant? Becca looks like a little angel”, I said stroking away at his cock. I took the phone from his hand with my other hand and continued to stroke. I held the phone under his cock. “I want you to cum for me.” “What?!” “You heard me. Cum for me.” I kept stroking and stroking. I took my time, I made him feel like he was my king. My only goal in life to bring him to magical climax. “That’s it. Give Mommy all that delicious cum. You can do it. Right here. Cover their faces for mommy.” And finally he let loose. He covered that picture with his yummy cum. “That’s a good boy.” I stroked him until he went soft, and then I licked up all that cum off of his phone, I turned him around dropped to my knees and sucked his flaccid cock into my mouth. His soft, chubby cock felt so good. It tasted so sweet. He could barely look me in the eyes the whole time while he picked up his pants and I handed him his phone back. Mmmph… the shame. I mimed locking my lips with an invisible key. “My lips are sealed”.”
Monica adjusted her dress, flaring it out around her thighs. “Do they ever confess to you? My boys?” She waved the thought away. “I suppose you could never tell me if they did. It’s too bad. I would love to know which ones live with the shame. I could have so much more fun.” “Is that it, Moni?” Father Egan rolls his eyes incredulously. “Be patient.” Another wave. “I told you, it was a banner week. Besides, don’t act like I’m not your only form of entertainment.” “We’re allowed to watch tv, Moni. I get Game Of Thrones. There’s plenty of other whores in the world.” “Tsk tsk, father. Watch that temper. Not very priestly.” “GO ON, Moni.”
“As I was trying to say… Do you know the Daniel’s?” “Yes. Why, did you sleep with Mr. Daniels?” “No.” Monica returned Father Egan’s incredulity. “Their son is back home for the break from his first year in college… and he has matured quite well. College looks good on him. He’s hard in all the right places, if you know what I mean.” Monica smiled wide. “I’m sure I don’t.” “Come now, father.” Monica’s smile twisted to a grin. “I thought y’all clergyman liked a little tube steak smothered whitey tighties every now and then.” Father Egan lowered his head and shook it disapprovingly. “Ok ok ok… don’t be so serious” she waved away his frustration. “Anyway, Marco. That’s his name. Marco. Such a cute name. Little Marco. So impressionable. I had just gotten out of the pool when little Marco came by to drop off his mommy’s muffins. I answered the door dripping wet. “Well hello there, handsome. Is there something I can do for you?” He couldn’t take his eyes off of my tits. My nipples were hard and he could see them through the thin white material.” Monica squished her tits together, giving them a jiggle. “I can’t blame him. He had no idea he was already mine. “Why don’t you set those down and follow me?” He was like a little puppy. He was staring at my ass cheeks all the way to the bedroom. I could have led him to slaughter. Of course, where I took him was so much more delicious. I opened the bedroom dresser drawer with all my toys and told him to take a peek. While he was looking in the drawer I untied my top. It slid off my shoulders and dropped to the floor along with his jaw when he looked up. “Do you like what you see?” “Yes.” “Take off your pants.” He dropped those drawers faster than any guy I’ve ever seen. His cock was already rock hard. I grabbed his hand and put it on my tit. “Go on. Squeeze it, sweetie… and stroke that big dick of yours.” His hand clumsily squeezed my tit and pinched my nipple. He stroked his cock so fast. “Easy tiger. I need you to last… so, what would you do to feel that”, I pointed down at his spring board of a cock, “in here.” I pulled my bottom to the side and spread my lips for him to see. “Anything!” He said without a thought. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear from those cute little lips.” I took my fingers from my pussy and touched them to his lower lip. “Go to my night stand and take out the lube. Then bend over the bed for me.” He made a b-line for the lube. “Darling, you can kick off those pants.” He was so cute. He set the lube on the bed and bent over. “Keep stroking , baby boy.” I came up behind him and started to peel his shirt off of him. I put my hand on his and slowly stroked his cock with him. “Such a good boy. Look at that perfect cock of yours. You didn’t get that from daddy, I would know… soooo big. Let mommy stroke that big cock.” I pulled his hand away and wrapped my hand around that meaty dick. “What was that?” He got a little startled when the strapon touched his leg. “Don’t worry about that. Just feel mommy’s hand squeezing that cock.” I reached over and grabbed the lube from the bed. I let go of that gorgeous cock and squeezed a healthy helping into my hand. I threw the bottle onto the bed and rubbed my hands together, slathering the lube all over. I grabbed his cock again, massaging the lube all over as I stroked.” Monica grinned. “And then I slipped a finger up his ass. No warning. Just pushed it all the way up there. He tensed up as I started to finger fuck his asshole. “What are you…. Oh fuck.” I started to rub his prostate and massage the head of his cock. “Mmmm, doesn’t that feel so good, baby boy?” He was breathing hard. “Uuuuh… uuuuh… yes? I think so. I’ve never felt this way before.” “Do you want mommy to stop?””I… oh god.” “That’s a no.” I pulled out and started to push in three. You with me, Father? I was pushing three fingers up into this impressionable young man’s tight asshole. He started to whimper. I kept stroking that beautiful cock of his. I’d say he was putty in my hands, but he most definitely was not. I stroked his cock and rubbed his prostate, working him from both sides. “Do you want to feel mommy’s cock inside you?” “I don’t know. Ooooh fuck.” I let go of his cock and kept rubbing his prostate. His cock twitched. “Are you sure you don’t know?” I slid my fingers from his asshole. “It’s ok, you can go home.” “Wait wait wait. Ok. Ok. I guess so.” I grabbed his cock and started to stroke again. “I want you to say it. Say, “mommy, please fill my asshole with cock.”” “What?” I let go of his cock again. “Ok. Mommy, please fill my asshole with cock.” “That’s my good boy.” My hand started to stroke again. “Please fill my asshole with cock.” “Good boy. Good boy.
Lie down on your back.” I let go of his cock and he climbed up on the bad. He looked so delicious with his dick swinging around in the air like a flag pole. I spread his legs apart and put them on my shoulders. I grabbed his cock in my hand and started to stroke and pressed my strap on to his hole. “Are you ready, baby boy?” “I uh…” I thrust and push my cock up inside him. “Oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck.” I stroked that cock of his and plowed that tight hole. “Oh god, don’t stop.” “You like that, baby boy?” “Yes, don’t stop.” “Yes, mommy.” “That’s it. Tell mommy to ruin your ass. You want mommy to ruin your ass, don’t you?” “Yes, mommy. Ruin my ass. My ass is yours. Don’t stop!” “Are you mommy’s little ass slut? Huh? Are you? Yes you are. Yes you are.” He started to groan and I knew he was done. I pumped him harder and faster to push him over the top. “Oh god, yes. I’m mommy’s little ass slut. Fill my ass with cock, mommy.” His cum started to spurt. I jammed the strapon up his ass to the hilt. His cum started to fly. I ripped the strapon out of his ass and took him all the way down my throat as his cock throbbed his warm delicious load down into my belly. I pulled his cock out of my throat and left him on the bed moaning to himself and twitching, feeling the aftershocks of the best orgasm he’s ever felt. I walked over to the dresser and pulled out a dildo. I tossed it on his stomach. “Here, you can keep this one. You’re gonna need it. And don’t hesitate to come by for more.” I left him there and went back to the pool. He’s been back twice already. He still hasn’t been inside me. His ass is already looser. The last, time I told him nothing compares to the real thing… He’ll be chasing cock inside a month. A shame he’s such a good bottom with that pretty cock of his. I guess your team lost another one, eh Father?” “God, help me.”
“Is that it, Moni?” “Jesus, father, you’re no fun. Yes, that’s it.” She waved him away. “See you next Sunday?” “I don’t know how I’ve managed this long. It wouldn’t be a Sunday without you, Moni.” “You know you like it father.”
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