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Chapter 3 by xeter xeter

Who are these Guest's who have come to see you? Could this still be just a well thought out prank set by one of your friends?

Stairway to heaven, ain't nobody got time for that

If you thought your eyes already had their treat as your mothers tight jeans flexed over the round orbs of her thick ass while descending the stairs, then you were about to be mistaken, seated in the living room were three Blonde women each wearing different variations of black business attire that to your already perverted eye complimented these women's own generous curves nicely as well.

The woman seated in the armchair closest to you notices your mothers entrance and raises an eyebrow as you trail behind. The woman has an icy imperious voice to match her stern blue eyes as she commands you to sit on the couch opposite her and her two cohorts. Stunned you follow her direction and find yourself quickly sinking into the plush comfort of your favored couch. Meanwhile however your mother remains standing, staring blankly into space. The middle blonde spoke next her contralto much softer than her enthroned counterpart who was introduced as Jherri, the woman on her left was Mako, and she herself was named Blair. The this woman also had a noticeably fuller chest than the other two women's own fairly substantial water buoy's. Your eyes were drawn to the woman's outrageous cleavage from time to time, but you did try to pay attention to the words she was uttering rather than merely the luscious shapes her lips were making as she moved them. You sat your hands in your lap and tried to hide your arousal by casting your attention elsewhere, particularly upon your absolutely obedient mother.

Blair seemed not to notice your perverted glances at first while she explained that she and her companions are literally saraphim, angels sent by God himself to bring him to heaven if he accepts gods offer. However her enthusiasm trailed off as she noticed her audience's lack of dedication.

Your thoughts had turned to the state of your mom, God seemed to be in complete control of her by his will alone. Which seemed highly impressive, although expected of the deity. Jherri drew your attention back to the forefront of things however as she barked a command at your mindless mother "This is getting us no where like this. Human! Relieve the chosen of his anxiety."

Wait what? Before you knew it your mother was in action swinging her hips as she strode over to you and turned around to present to with the ass of your birth mother, which perhaps expertly with a flick of her long smooth legs ended up bouncing around your lap And grinding quite pleasantly against your now raging hormone fueled morning wood. But this is your mother, you shouldn't be enjoying this right? How could you not though, it's a dream having her phat cheeks dancing in your lap.

However it seemed Jherri was an impatient angel as she sighed and put her head in her hand before again commanding your marionette of a mother. "Stupid human, get him off now! So we can get back to business." She looked at her fellow seraphim pleased at her conclusion meant to solve the pre divert they were experiencing with you attention. But you weren't so sure you wanted your mother 'getting you off' isn't that taboo?

However your mother seemed incapable of thinking so as she ended her dance by touching her toes and grinding her big ass on your face and then blowing a kiss over her shoulder at you so that you can see the lustful sparkle evident in her eye. She then turned and groped her majestic baby feeders which you used to suckle on long long ago before she slowly descended to her knees and began to work on your pants, the three busty blondes seated beyond you seemed oblivious to the morality of the situation and si it was left to you at the final moment as your mom's hot breath descended over your achingly erect cock to yell "Nooo!" And push the mind **** that was your mom away. The cherubim seem perplexed by your reaction and Blair is the first to ask, "Does she not suffice to release your stress sir?" She added sir to her addresses to you after she had explained that you were God's Chosen, and as a result you felt much more in charge than perhaps you actually were, so you stare at the four busty women before you and make your choice wether to find out if God is real, or if it's a very very offensive joke on part of your friends.

following the rules never got anybody anything right?

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