Mother's needs*

Chastity leant forward and brushed her lips against the presented gateway of pink flesh. Her mother's dark, soft curls of pubic hair tickled against her upper lip. It was an utterly strange experience to be suddenly immersed in the secret scent of her parent's sex. To gaze up past the prominent outcrops of the mature woman's breasts, towering far above… and the appreciative smile that waited beyond that. That smile was so warm. So proud. It unsettled the teen who had spent so much of her life under an outlook far more stern and chiding.

But, at the same time… it was really all she'd ever wanted. To be closer to the one who had birthed her. To be swept up in tight embraces and told she had done right for once! If all it took to win such praises was to apply her tongue in places it had not been before… well what reasons did she have to refuse? If this was the role a good god-fearing daughter should take on for the only family she had, then step up to it she would.

The teen lay out her tongue and ran it up across the folded contours before her. The taste was oddly sweet, but also salted… a very different flavour to the cocks she had already tasted. It wasn’t unpleasant, really. In fact, compared to the 'seed' she’d swallowed… it was practically palatable. The next lap of her mouth-muscle found the actual entrance that led inside her mother, an indentation that seemed far too small to have been the gate from which she'd entered this world. Not wishing to delay the inevitable… Chastity let herself dip into that portal a little. Just testing the waters, so to speak.

Waters there were, too. Her mother seemed to be already gushing with liquid encouragement over this otherwise awkward interaction, and... already the teen cunnilinguist could indeed taste some of that familiar tang of semen. Unsurprising, really, considering the amount of strangers she had already seen pour themselves inside this opening. She kept going however, lapping at that font like a lamb at a fresh, mountain spring. If there was anything that the teen's unorthodox upbringing had instilled in her: it was a determination to see through whatever course she was set upon as best as she possibly could. It didn’t matter what the task was, Chastity would stubbornly learn to do it to whatever unflinching standard her mother declared necessary. At least here, she was fairly certain it would be obvious when that particular goal was reached.

Father stood back and watched the scene unfold. It had almost been too easy. These two new charges seemed so perfectly primed for perverse manipulation. Divinely designed to fall into his guiding hands. Insecurities and innocence were such a magnificent set of tools, if given the right touch. And now he already had one eating from the other's trough. An incestuous delight that lesser men could only ever dream of witnessing… not to mention calling into being. The unlicensed priest offered his own little prayer of thanks to the lord upon high. No other being could possibly have blessed him so righteously.

Chastity continued her wholly unholy work. Though her tongue was beginning to tire from burrowing in and out of her mother's passage. The older woman's thighs had tightened around her ears and clenching hands were tangled in her hair. She didn’t know how many mouthfuls of strangers regurgitated semen she had gulped down, but it was more than several. The increasing sense of her parent's growing pleasure spurred her on, a rise towards climactic goalposts that simply could not be refused. By now the sickening unease of all this had fallen to the wayside, not gone exactly… but left forgotten in the pits of her stomach beyond the strangely alluring need to drive her mother beyond this upcoming precipice. She had to make it happen. She had to prove she could. Else what good was she compared to all these strangers who suddenly seemed to be held in such high regard?

Since receiving her own very first orgasm that morning, some part of Chastity now understood what it was her mother was chasing as she let man after man delve inside her. That divine release of pressures she hadn’t even realised were boiling up eternally. The unfiltered exaltation of simply letting go and allowing pleasures of the flesh overwhelm you. There was a fear growing in the teen that if she couldn’t grant the same outlet, that she might well be left behind. Finding a whole new way to disappoint the ones she sought approval from. So, make her mother climax she must... lest she fail in this test set by their less-than-divine Father. The new highway to her parent's heart was obvious, so she would lap at it until her lips went numb, if needs be.