Elizabeth wants to solve the world's problems

-usually try to stay away from this kinda thing but it just sounded like so much fun so, yeah

Of course the very first thing Elizabeth considered was the vast, world-altering improvements she could make. There were so many moral injustices in the world that she now had the ability to correct and the very reality that she did have this ability now meant that it was nearly a demand on her conscience to fix such horrible occurrences! It was the only right and proper thing for a god-fearing woman to do!

She walked to the living room where she knew and could hear that the television would still be running. She smiled to herself, realizing that despite her son being the one who had been watching earlier, he would most likely be someplace else and being much more productive with his time. Yet, as she stepped in the room, she realized someone else had taken her son's place in sitting on the sofa, seeming to less be watching the evening news and more focused on her phone as she lounged back into the deep cushions.

Elizabeth's daughter in-law didn't look much like her parental figure standing in the doorway. With dark skin, velvety black hair and extra slim everywhere but where her hips sunk into the seat below her, the twenty-eight year old was what Elizabeth imagined her own son would have turned into if he had been left to pass down his previous lazy attitude until his late twenties.

The only significant remnant of her husband’s last marriage, Mahna had been staying with Elizabeth and her father for the past few months after once again failing to hold down a job or even to just find a man who could support her. Elizabeth thought that maybe the girl could make a good homemaker, that is if the right guy with the right religious background were to come along. Yet here she sat, dawdling on her phone, probably texting one of those sleazy friends she seemed to always be around.

She kept thosee thoughts to herself though, instead standing, watching the broadcast on the screen.

Some conflict played out on screen as some reporter spoke over the sounds of blasts and firing far off in the distance and flashes of bright light occasionally split the night sky. It made Elizabeth feel queasy just watching the terribleness of it all! How could people fight like that? Maybe if they all followed the right book then they would be good to one another like they should be!

“I wish both of those countries followed god!” she said with a determined smile as she clenched the magical rock in her hand.

This time she could actually feel it, as if a ripple of nauseating sludge rippled through her body, causing a disorienting feeling to wash through her and to make her stumble. Her mind felt as if pulled through a grinder, rearranged and brought out on the other end as she came back to reality, standing, bent and gasping.

A drop of sweat slid down her cheek as she heaved her chest in place, staring at the ground, waiting for her sense of self to stop spinning. Slowly she gained a hold on herself and she stood straighter, relieved to see things looked much the same as before this bewildering last shift.

Having survived the ordeal, Elizabeth finally noticed her daughter in law was giving her an odd look and, noticing that Manha seemed to not have gone through the same reviling sensation as she just had, she realized how odd she must look right then.

“Ah… I’m fine, just suddenly out of breath!” Elizabeth said with a self-deflating shrug.

Manha rolled her eyes, turning back to her phone as if nothing had happened. Elizabeth felt mildly annoyed that it had been so easy to ease her daughter in-law’s mind after the clear episode. Her gaze lasted a moment longer, irked to see that the girl’s form of dress was less than acceptable for a religious home like theirs. Deciding it wasn’t worth the argument of how much or how little skin was acceptable to show, she instead turned back to the screen to see the results of her handiwork. Surely it had to have done something if it had caused such a significant reaction for Elizabeth all the way over on this side of the globe.

Her smile grew as she watched.

No more were there the sounds of blasts from explosions in the background, or bullets snapping and distant screaming. Now instead cheers and festive music could be heard coming from the screen as the reporter walked amidst the throng of jovial people. A blast could be heard, but there was no question of the origin for a large sparkly display could be seen in the distant night from fireworks celebrating the occasion. Bright, colorful lights lit every street as thousands roamed up and down, attending the many attractive stands and shops opened late into the night.

And everywhere people fucked.

On the street corners, at restaurants, on balconies, anywhere people could be seen standing around and jubilantly congregating, others were partnered in pairs or groups in varying degrees of undress as cocks pulsed and pounded into any hole willing and available. Of course most of those that the reporter passed looked more than willing to fuck, for why else would they be celebrating other than to take part in the celebration of the god of mating? That infamous display, a celebration when that eternal being would deign a city to be his place of worship for a whole week, a place of depraved indulgence where the inhabitants would forgo any other goals and just explore the carnal delights of their god.

The reporter stopped beside a group, finding one girl on the fringe of an orgy so puzzling to look at because of the twisting and piling of bodies as they all rutted their pleasure that it just looked a mass writhing mocha-tinged skin.

“Hello there miss, can we ask you a few questions?” the reporter had to shout as he shuffled somewhat awkwardly, his pants clearly struggling with his own hard-on.

The girl looked drunkenly up at him as her bouncy orbs wobbled to and fro from the impact of a pair of hips pounding up into her, the upper half of whom was hidden underneath the mass of writhing bodies.

She blinked momentarily before giving him a toothy grin.

“Whatcha wanna know?” she shouted back, her voice impeded by the sudden thrusts causing her words to halt at every impact.

“The folks at home are all curious, what leads a person to come out here? Are you perhaps a part of the church? Is that why you’re here?”

The brunette moaned loudly, her tits wobbling heavily as her partner ramped up their thrusts.

“I know fuck all about the church!” She shouted between thrusts “My sis just dragged me along cuz she’s been all cookey about this religious stuff lately. Gotta say, I’m starting to see what she likes about it!” she said with a grunt and a smirk. “They might even make a convert out of me if they keep this-ggnngh… up!”

Elizabeth smiled, a deep warmth spreading through her as she heard of this young woman’s tale. What a beautiful thing to see someone see the truth! So many people got caught up in the horrible realities of the world when they could just so easily focus on what truly matters. That being the ever delightful pursuit of sexual enlightenment!

Watching the libidinous festivities continue and the reporter who seemed to be having greater difficulty as he interviewed others, Elizabeth performed her own worship and began to sink her fingers under the tiny strap of cloth circling her hips, finding her inflamed lips already soaking through her g-string. She ran her fingers through, collecting some of the sticky liquid and brought it up to her lips where she could savor her own musk. Her top was similarly insignificant to cover her motherly bosom which weighed heavily into two bulbous teardrops.

“You seriously have to do that here?” Manha grumbled from her place on the sofa.

Elizabeth pulled her fingers free from her mouth, moaning at the last as she turned to her daughter in-law with a pitying look in her eyes.

“I’m sorry that you feel like that Manha.” she said, feeling empathetic towards the girl, for how stuffy she must feel in her booty shorts and crop-top, how restrained and lonely it must be like to not go to a place every week where one could enjoy the pleasures available to someone with the sexual faculties to do so. She was a young and beautiful girl with so much sexual potential, what a waste to not share all that voracious ebony glory with others…

Elizabeth suddenly realized one of her hands had somehow slithered beneath the slip of cloth covering one of her nipples and was rather distractingly (at least going by her daughter’s expression) pinching and pulling at the rough skin.

Removing her hand took an effort of will as Elizabeth was usually the type to be resentful of any distraction from her worshipful “activities”.

“I’m sorry manha, but I think that you would really like it if you just gave it a chance!” a smirk tugged at the edge of her fine lips as a thought hit her “-I know that I especially would love to see you there.”

Pink tinged Manha’s cheeks even as anger flashed in her eyes. “I don’t wanna be a part of your stupid religion.” she grumbled as she rose and hurried away towards the hall and most likely her room.

Elizabeth stared after her daughter in-law, a troubled look on her face as she watched her go. While it was true that she thought Manha would enjoy the weekly “ceremony” and that Elizabeth might have a bit of a desire to explore the girl’s lithe form more intimately, she was primarily worried about her eternal soul. There were other gods, other beings of incredible power who could promise an afterlife of some kind but as far as Elizabeth knew, Manha still had no connection. Maybe she’d find her purpose later in life under one of the other deities roaming the planet, she just felt like the girl could really benefit from having such a connection now and in the game of life there were no consistent rules when it came time to "go".

That and Reinye’s afterlife was supposed to be an eternal orgy. Just thinking about it made the milf moan with a whorish delight.

She could also use the stone to fix this little “issue” but as Manha wasn’t her blood relative she felt she should at least get her husband’s view on their daughter's resistance.

For now however she needed to get off! Watching the festival to Reinye, seeing so many youths enjoying the closeness of their god, exploring all that it meant to be a follower of his holiness was almost as infuriating as it was arousing.

Elizabeth left the family room to find her son as slime from her own mound slid between her plush thighs and made the naked skin glisten with moisture, her only thought of her son’s puffy lips and that deviously long muscle that was hidden behind them.

The broadcast continued to play with the reporter from before now with his pants down while his hard cock slid in and out of a girl’s mouth who didn’t look a day over eighteen. She lewdly slurped, helped on either side by two matronly women standing beside her as they directed her movements on the man's average member. They each stood with their massive weighty breasts, their nipples just hidden by white robes that flowed down their bodies so that only the center remained visible where their tan and slightly pudgy stomachs led down to their massive cocks.

“B-back to-guh… y-you in the studio! Gawd, that feels good.”