a son of OC lesbian moms turns them into crazed fanatics worshiping his cock x

Deep within the heart of a lesbian neighborhood, a sanctuary for lost souls where the echoes of their sinful pasts hung heavy, sat a peculiar cult. The building, a two-story redbrick house, was tucked away on a quiet street, the labyrinthine alleyways of the neighborhood providing ample camouflage. Inside, the sanctuary hummed with the faint echoes of their forbidden passion, masked beneath a veneer of false innocence.

Benjamin, the leader of the cult, stood upon an elevated platform peppered with the detritus of his twisted beliefs—crucifixes adorned with dildos, Bible passages manipulated to suit his agenda, and the frescoes depicting biblical figures engaged in acts of lust. He addressed his followers, his voice dripping with malice.

"Welcome, my beloved mummy cumsluts he said adressing his slutty ex dyke moms.The cult was small right now, his only worshipper his own mums he turned straight.

Marianne, his birth mother and the first to abandon her sinful past, leaned into his touch. She was his most loyal convert, her eyes glazed with devotion. Sarah, his other mother, stood at her side. Her once-sharp suits were long discarded, replaced by cum stained bikinis. She watched Benjamin with a hunger only he could satiate, her lips forming a silent prayer to the new god she worshipped.

Benjamin, their revered leader, the man who saved them from the perverse slavery of lesbianism. His charisma intoxicating, his depravity enchanting. Marianne and Sarah were converted straight sluts, their mouths **** for the taste of his cock and their pussies aching with newfound desire for the male anatomy.

Benjamin met Marianne's gaze with a crooked smile, then cast his eyes down on the newest inductee---Angela.

At 25 years old with a slender body and wide naive eyes, she was sent here by her parents to free her from her homosexuality. Her quivering lips formed a prayer, unknowingly pleading for the divine salvation of Benjamin's cock.

"Come here, Angela" Benjamin commanded. "It is time to open your sinful heart."

Stumbling forward, Angela closed the distance between them, her body trembling with fear. As she knelt before him, Benjamin spread open his robe, revealing his stiffening manhood.

"Worship this," he growled, grasping her head and forcing her to take in his size. Angela's gasps reverberated across the room, mingling with the ruffled anticipation of Marianne and Sarah.

His moms sighed with forbidden satisfaction, knowing that Angela's submission was yet another triumph for Benjamin. Angela choked, her tears spilling down her cheeks as she took him whole. She was merely an instrument for his release, a receptacle for his sacred seed.

Her mewls of protest were nothing but a sweet symphony to Benjamin's ears, and he revelled in her suffering.

Marianne and Sarah watched, their gazes lingering with heavy-lidded longing on the young initiate. Their cunts were exposed, swollen and aching, wet from their own juices as they fingered themselves without mercy. They craved Benjamin's worship, and the sexual torment doled out to Angela was a potent aphrodisiac for them.

Moaning, Marianne and Sarah bucked against their hands, the primal sounds of their desire fueling Benjamin's carnal ascension. Angela squirmed underneath his firm hold, her inexperience palpable in each pitiful whimper that barely left her throat. As she sobbed, Benjamin pulled back to savor each word of filth:

"That's right, Angela, my cock is your salvation," he murmured, tightening his grip. "This cock is the key to your redemption.

The sooner you embrace your salvation, the sooner we can all bask in the divine gift of our Father's love," Benjamin urged, motioning towards the ceiling as if welcoming a higher presence.

As a wave of shame and despair washed over Angela, the suffocating weight of Benjamin's cock became too much to bear. She wrenched her head back, unable to contain the torrent of tears cascading down her cheeks.

The bitterness of his shaft filled her mouth, mingling with the metallic tang of her own blood as she bit her tongue in protest.

With an agonizing, almost cruel precision, Benjamin held her still and pushed deeper, forcing moans from Sarah and Marianne as they fingered themselves with fervor.

"Filthy, lustful whore," Marianne cooed, her voice a pitiful whimper.

"May the grace of our Father's cock penetrate deep into your—"

Sarah thrust two fingers into her pussy, muffling her words and causing her body to tremble with pleasure. "Fuck, yes, Ben, teach her what it is to submit. Make her beg for it."

Veins throbbed wildly in Angela's forehead as she met his gaze, her protest eclipsed by the wrath in Benjamin's eyes. Her defiance only served to fuel his twisted religion.

"Listen to me, Angela. This is the path to redemption. This is the way of salvation," Benjamin bellowed, gripping her by the throat, his eyes blazing with fervor. "You see, my dear, the world you knew is a perversion, a corrupt abomination."

The room grew silent, save for the panting breaths of Sarah and Marianne.

"You have been taught to revel in your filth, to indulge in the sinful embrace of your own kind. But that is a lie. A lie created by the demonic forces that seek to corrupt the purity of the human spirit."

He paused, savoring the horrified expressions on their faces.

"But we, my dear Angela, are the chosen ones."

With a vicious yank, Benjamin removed Angela's jeans, exposing her shivering, pale legs. He stroked his hand along her thighs before cruelly forcing them open, sliding closer to kneel between them.

"You see, Angela, it is the Father's divine will for young lesbians to be defiled by the one thing they hate most.

Men." Benjamin's voice was low, his breath hot against Angela's ear. His cruel eyes glimmered with anticipation, delving deep into her soul as he dragged his fingers across her swollen lips.

Sarah and Marianne squirmed, nipples hardened, as they looked on with rapturous need. Their faces, moist with sweat and a hunger for submission, were flushed from their self-inflicted pleasure.

"Now, Angela, enjoy the divine gift of the Lord's seed," Benjamin said, his voice sinister as he stroked Angela's virgin slit, spreading her slickness to prepare her for the act.

Her chest rose and fell erratically, as if she feared the moment his cock impaled her. A moment of hesitation; a fleeting memory of her past life before her rebellion and transfer to the cult.

Benjamin noticed her body language and took it as permission.

"Dear Angela, let me show you the meaning of the word pleasure," he murmured salaciously, sliding his fingers deeper into her wetness.

Angela fought against his intrusion as much as her vulnerability would allow. She quivered, eyes clenched shut while tears rolled down her cheeks. But Benjamin's other two sinful converts, Marianne and Sarah, saw this as arousing. They licked their lips in anticipation of the raw, intimate act they knew was inevitable.

Benjamin removed his fingers from Angela's sex and raised them to his lips.

A wicked twinkle dance in his eyes as he slowly savored her slickness; sensuous licks eliciting gasps from Marianne and Sarah.

Angela pleaded, voice broken. "Please don't do this to me."

Ignoring her anguished cries, Benjamin teased her entrance, letting the slickness of her arousal mingle with the bead of precum on his crown. Marianne and Sarah cooed in approval, still grasping their own tits and clit.

"Beg for it, Angela.

Embrace your salvation," Benjamin demanded, a wicked smile playing on his lips. He thrust himself forward, sinking deep inside her wetness. Angela shrieked—a mix of pleasure and pain—her eyebrows furrowed in agony as Benjamin ripped apart her most treasured holiness. Sarah and Marianne watched, their pleasure mounting as Angela's body was systematically defiled.

Her eyes rolled back in sheer ecstasy, immersing herself in the raw, explicit act that had already begun. The power of Benjamin's seed, coursing through Angela's trembling core, had begun its work, and she was indeed turned straight.

The women around them could hardly contain their gasps and moans, relishing the depravity that now ruled their lives. This twisted path of righteousness satisfied the darkest corners of their desires and had ensnared them completely.

Sarah and Marianne watched closely as Benjamin ravaged Angela's body, their chests heaving with the rhythm of their passionate breaths.

Above them, the ceiling fans spun lazily, while the room was awash with the flood of nude bodies craving satisfaction.

Benjamin pushed on, repeatedly slamming himself into Angela, grinding his hips against her trembling frame, and reveling in the feeling of power.

His grip on her waist was firm, but far from gentle, steering her to meet his thrusts with feral brutality.

Beneath him, Angela's body writhed, tremors violently piercing through her, her spine bending like an arc as Benjamin stole the essence of her womanhood.

"Take this cock, you slut. I want you to feel every throbbing inch of it," he taunted, his hot breath searing her cheekbone.

Her muffled cries were only a faint whisper in the growing cacophony of pleasure that reverberated around the room.

"Dear Angela, how does it feel to be filled by divine male energy?" Benjamin panted, pushing harder against her.

Their sinful moans filled her ears, spurring her on as she drowned in a sensual hurricane.

The women, united in their devotion, pushed themselves to the edge, mere inches away from the raw, explicit release awaiting them.

Benjamin looked at the three of them - Marianne, Sarah, and Angela, with a maniacal glint in his eyes as he stepped back towards them. His cock was already beginning to harden again, slick with Angela's cum-soaked pussy juices.

"Who wants it next?" Benjamin asked, spreading his arms wide.

"Who is ready for their second taste of salvation?"

Reveling in the power he held over them, Benjamin's stiffening manhood proved a beacon of desire. Marianne and Sarah could not resist their craving; they moved like wild animals, pouncing on the cock that had so thoroughly dominated their minds and bodies.

"Please, Benjamin," moaned Marianne, pressing her erect nipples against his chest as she hungrily devoured his mouth.

She squirmed against him, trying to capture his renewed hardness with her slick, dewy folds.

Sarah, too, reached out for him, her fingers encircling the base of his shaft as she guided it towards her wanton, needing cunt. "Oh, yes, Ben. Give it to me," she panted, parting her legs to welcome his divine invasion.

Benjamin reveled in their desperation, enjoying the taste of his mothers' saliva on his tongue as he slid it past their eager lips.

Her breasts bobbed obscenely in the air, her hips swaying erotically as she moved. Marianne, too, squeezed onto the platform, her lips never leaving his as she coaxed him down to his back.

When Benjamin lay flat, Sarah shuffled forward until she was kneeling over his face. "My turn, Ben," she ordered shamelessly, rubbing her already-drenched pussy against his lips. He could taste the beading sweat of her thighs and smelled the intoxicating, unmistakable musk of her arousal.

Benjamin didn't hesitate, plunging his tongue deep into Sarah's wetness. Her hips bucked against him in response to the oral ****, and she moaned gutturally as a shudder ran through her body.

Sarah's taut form shook above Benjamin's waiting mouth. Moaning, she plunged herself onto his tongue, riding it to find her release.

Suddenly, Benjamin pushed himself up using his strong arms.

His gaze locked onto Sarah's eyes as he climbed over her heaving body to get securely positioned on the pulpit. Stationing himself, he slowly leaned forward before he seized Sarah's excited wetness.

He slammed into her harder, the slap of their flesh echoing around the room. He could feel Sarah squirm beneath him, fighting to escape both her chains and the lust that consumed her body.

He leaned in on his knees, smirking at the helpless whore below. Debasing her in every way possible, converting her from a taste of pussy and tits to a greedy cock craving cunt was a difficult process, but he persevered for the greater glory of all damned souls.

"Benjamin, fuck yes! I'm ready to consume and worship another wave of that divine, virile filth," she exclaimed shamelessly, as if they were discussing holy sacraments rather than primal dyke curing fucking.

Cupping his balls, she rubbed them gently before enclosing them within her palm, squeezing with a filthy grin.

"Oi, you fucking cunt!" he barked, breathing heavily as she planted wet, sucking kisses along his torso. She straddled him, intimidatingly smooth labia spread like a hungry maw, stained deep crimson.

A glimmer of relief danced through Sarah's eyes before she plastered another star-struck gaze on Benjamin. "I want you to cum inside me, please," she pleaded, breath hitching with each word.