Zachery makes his choice

“A-Ass…” Zachery whispered softly.

The word barely made it out of his mouth. He was compelled to choose. He wanted to scream, to run away from this madness, to shove his mother and drag her out of the church, but he knew he couldn’t. His body wouldn’t let him. The compulsion sat in his chest like a chain wrapped tight around his will. He had thought about fucking her tits for a second. That would probably be the least intrusive option. But then the image flashed in his head, his cock sliding between her massive tits, right in front of her face, then every single time he looked at her for the rest of his life, he would probably see that image. He wouldn’t be able to live with that. At least by fucking her ass he could make her face away. He wouldn’t have to look her in the eyes while he did it. He could pretend it wasn’t really her.

His mindfucked mother smiled at him hungrily, that slutty grin spreading across her cum-streaked face. Without saying another word she reached down and pulled his bottoms down in one swift motion. His semi-hard cock popped out into the cool air. She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear.

“Good choice, baby boy,” she whispered, voice low and filthy. “Now let ‘mommy’ handle the rest…”

She kissed his cheek in a slow, seductive way, wet lips lingering against his skin like a lover instead of a mother. Then she pulled away and turned around. Zachery stared at her back, heart pounding. She used both hands to spread her thick ass cheeks apart, showing him her tight little asshole. She lowered herself slowly, carefully, until the head of his rapidly hardening cock made contact. With the grace of an expert whore she used just her ass to guide him in. The tip pushed past her rim and slid inside.

The feeling was unbelievable.

His mother’s ass was warm and incredibly tight. She lowered herself inch by inch, taking him deeper. His precum started to lubricate her hole, making the slide smoother. She began increasing her pace, rolling her hips, then bouncing. Up and down. The wet, filthy sound of her ass slapping against his thighs filled the air. Her thick cheeks jiggled every time she came down hard on his cock.

The pleasure Zachery felt was insane. It almost made everything else disappear, the church, the other people, the horror of what was happening. For a few seconds there was only the tight heat wrapped around his dick and the way her ass rippled every time she bottomed out. He gripped the edge of the pew, knuckles white, trying not to groan out loud.

Then a familiar voice yelled out from the stage.

“DUDE! THIS IS INSANE, THIS CHICK IS SO HOT!”

Zachery’s eyes snapped open. He bent his head to look around his bouncing mother. There, on the stage, was Lila.

Lila.

He had completely forgotten about her in the middle of everything.

She still had her yellow sundress on, but it was bunched up near her shoulders along with her bra, which had been rolled up to show off her lovely perky breasts. Her white panties were pulled to the side. She looked nothing like the sweet, shy girl he had crushed on for over a year. She was laughing, jumping in place, bouncing her perky tits for the audience with glee.

Zachery was horrified. What had the man done to the girl who was supposed to be the love of his life, at least in his mind. This wasn’t Lila. She would never do something like this.

It was hard to pay attention while his mother was diligently bouncing on his cock, her tight asshole squeezing him with every downward thrust, but he tried anyway. His eyes stayed locked on the stage even as pleasure kept shooting up his spine.