Paul Gable
Turned on mom

CHAPTER ONE

Anna Murray brushed back her long, fine blonde hair as she watched her husband Paul pull on his Navy officer's uniform.

"How long are you going to be gone this time?" she asked apprehensively as she watched his husky, eight-inch cock pop into his white cotton Jockey shorts. Anna could still feel her husband's jizz leaking out from between her sore, slackening cunt-lips. She raised her left hand and rubbed her hard, brown nipples as she prayed God that he'd be back soon.

"I don't know exactly, honey," Paul said as he tucked in his khaki shirt. "The C.O. said something about three weeks."

Three weeks! Anna moaned out loud and closed her eyes, picturing her husband's cock jerking wildly against her parted lips. She could see that powerful, throbbing vein that ran from the base of his mammoth prick to its swollen, pulsating head. Three weeks without Paul's dick! She didn't know if she'd be able to control the feelings that were beginning to grow in her toward her son Greg.

"Hey, it's not the end of the world, babe," her husband said softly as he sat down at the edge of the bed and ran his powerful fingers over her pendulous tits. "You think I'd go off and leave that pussy of yours if I didn't have to?"

"You don't understand! Oh, God, you don't understand," Anna moaned as she rolled over on her belly and beat the cum-stained bed sheets with her fists.

"Hey, if you're worried about someone breaking in, Greg's going to be here all the time. Today's the last day of school, so he'll be around to protect you," Paul said as he leaned over and gave her juicy snatch a farewell kiss.

Greg… Oh, Greg! Anna thought to herself as she felt her cunt spasm crazily. She pictured her son-eighteen years old and every inch a man. His thick, wavy black hair curled across his wide forehead and behind his ears. Greg's body was like his father's-tapered like an hour-glass, muscular, and covered with a bushy, wiry matting of black body hair. And his cock.

"Ohhhh," Anna cried out involuntarily as she remembered the night she caught him jacking off in his bedroom. Both of them were too embarrassed to do or say anything for several seconds. During that time Anna stared lovingly at her son's hard, long prick as it twitched between his fingers. It was then that she first realized she wanted his prick stuffed inside her cunt.

"Hey, come on, babe. I've got to go, and I don't want to leave you groaning like this," Paul said as he leaned over again and kissed her lightly on the back of her neck.

"Do-do you want me to drive you down to the pier?" Anna asked in a strained voice as she fought back the tears.

"That's all right, hon. Some of the guys are picking me up in a few minutes," Paul said as he picked up his briefcase and started to walk out of the bedroom.

"Paul.. " Anna started to say. Her husband turned around, and she shook her head. She couldn't tell him the real reason she didn't want him to leave.

"I'll be back sooner than you know it," he said over his shoulder as Anna heard him walk out of the house.

"Oh, God. Oh, God," she moaned softly to herself over and over as she slid her fingers under her belly and inched them down to her contracting cunt. Images of her son floated through her mind as she held her pussy-lips apart and slid her forefinger into her hot hole. "Mmmm," Anna groaned softly as she stirred them gently against the sides of her snatch walls, then slid them up until they bumped against her twitching clit.

"Hey, Mom, breakfast ready yet?" Greg called out from his next-door bedroom.

"I-In j-just a second, honey," Anna stammered as she pulled out her juice-slicked fingers and rolled out of her king-sized bed.

"I'm starved!" the boy shouted out.

Anna heard his door opening and she ran for the bathroom to get her robe.

"Hey!" Greg cried out in surprise as his mother crashed into him.

"Ohhhh!" Anna groaned as she felt her mammoth titties fly up and flop against her son's bare, hairy chest.

"Gee, sorry, Mom. I didn't know you were out in the hall," Greg said breezily as he wrapped his arms around Anna's slender body to regain his balance. It all seemed perfectly innocent. Yet Anna thought that her son's embrace was getting a little too friendly for comfort.

"I'm all right now, Greg," Anna said, pushing her son gently away. The hair on his chest rubbed like sandpaper across her erect, brown nipples and made them tingle deliciously as she walked quickly into the bathroom.

"You'd better hurry up, Mom. I don't want to be late for classes on the last day," Greg said as he sauntered up to the partially opened bathroom door.

Anna had just tied her robe together and was walking out into the hallway when she saw that Greg was blocking her way. She started to say something, then lowered her eyes and noticed a growing bulge beginning to protrude more and more from her son's tight Levi's.

"I… uh… " Anna said stupidly as she felt her cunt walls rumble with passion and lust. A trickle of something hot and wet oozed out front between her swelling, reddening snatch-lips as she felt her nipples roasting under her robe. "I think I'd better get some food down into that stomach of yours before you fly out of here," Anna forced herself to say lightly as she brushed by Greg and walked into the kitchen.

"What are your plans for the day?" Greg said as he followed closely behind her.

Anna swallowed hard and swore that she wouldn't turn around to gape at what she knew was the massive, hard bulge of his cock as she opened the refrigerator and took out the milk.

"Oh, the wives of some of the officers from your father's ship are getting together for a luncheon over at the O Club today. The new chaplain's supposed to be there, and I guess it's only proper that I go," Anna sighed.

"Sounds dull," Greg said as he gulped down the dry cereal. "Don't forget the meeting of the Sea Scouts tomorrow. The guys are all looking forward to coming over here," Greg said as he jumped up from the table and ran back to his bedroom to finish dressing.

"And what am I supposed to do with eight teenagers?" Anna asked as she followed Greg automatically to his room.

"We're just getting together to make plans for the summer outing. Dad's in charge of it this year, so it just seemed right that we should meet over here. All you've got to do is make sure there's plenty of food for us," her son said as he pulled on a white T-shirt. You'll be fine, Mom," Greg said, kissing her lightly on the forehead as he bolted for the front door. "See you later."

Anna ran to the front window and watched Greg run down the street until he disappeared around the corner.

"Damn!" she said out loud, reaching up with both hands and squeezing her swollen tits for relief Her cunt contracted in response. She thought of going back to beck and finger-fucking herself to a climax. But one look at the living-room clock told her that she had to get dressed quickly to make it in time for the O Club luncheon.

As she pulled into the O Club parking lot, Anna noticed a ruggedly handsome, tall blond Naval officer in dress whites talking to three women.

"Anna! Anna, come over here and meet Chaplain Thompson. I just know you'll find him fascinating," one of the women called out to her from the front patio.

"Mrs. Akins speaks too highly of me," the chaplain said, flashing a broad smile at Anna as she walked up to him and extended her right hand.

"Hilda's always one to exaggerate," Anna joked.

"Well, we've never had such a good-looking man to take over the chapel," Hilda said.

Anna had to agree with her. Chaplain Thompson's looks combined with his powerful handshake made her already steamed-up snatch grow even hotter.

"I think I'll be going to church more often," one of the others giggled nervously.

Suddenly Anna had an idea. Maybe this new chaplain would listen to her problem. She had to tell someone about the feelings she had toward her son.

As the three women turned and walked into the club, Anna took Chaplain Thompson aside for a second and whispered in his ear.

"Please, I've got to talk to you as soon as possible," she hissed nervously.

"Official business?" he asked softly. There was something warm, comforting and inviting in his voice that made Anna's knees almost buckle under her.

"Yes, and it's urgent," she added.

"Right after the luncheon-in the chapel," he said as he took her arm and led her into the reception room.

Anna fidgeted all through the seemingly endless stream of speeches that welcomed the new chaplain. Her mind drifted and focused on Greg's powerful body, his hairy chest, his cunt-chuming cock. Occasionally Anna snapped herself out of her daydreaming and looked around. Then she saw Chaplain Thompson staring curiously at her. Slowly, Anna began to wonder if the good chaplain's interest in her was strictly professional.

Finally the last speech ended. Anna stayed in the dining room, watching Chaplain Thompson talk to the gaggle of cock-hungry Navy wives until he looked up and saw her worried expression.

"Excuse me, ladies, but I'd better get over to the chapel and get to work," he said as he flashed another broad smile and walked briskly out of the club.

Anna waited for ten minutes, then followed him. She thanked God that the chapel was empty. He stood in front of the altar, staring at her as she closed the door.

"Okay, Anna, what's wrong?" he asked kindly.

"Oh, my God, I-I-I feel sooo sick!" she cried, putting her hands over her face and sobbing loudly. The tension and guilt that had been building up for months finally broke through.

"Hey, hey, come on, the chaplain said consolingly, running tip to her and wrapping his muscular arms around her.

"Chaplain, I-" Anna started.

"Listen, call me Chet," he said, running his huge hands slowly up and down her shaking arms. "If your problem's that serious, we'd better be on a first-name basis."

Anna looked up and saw his handsome face smiling at her. Something told her that she could trust him.

"It's about my son and me," she began hesitatingly. "You see, my husband's away a lot and- Oh, God! Why beat around the bush? Chet, I want to go to bed with my own son!" Anna blurted out.

Chet opened his eyes widely and let out a low whistle.

"I see what you mean when you say you've got a problem," he said quietly. "But have you ever thought that part of it's because you might be a very lonely woman?"

"I-I guess," she said, noticing that Chet's voice was growing huskier.

"And maybe you need the right kind of man to take care of you while your husband's away," he said, pulling her closer to him and clamping his lips on hers.

"Please! Oh, my God, you re the chaplain!" Anna cried, pushing herself away from him.

"So what does that have to do with it?" he asked, laughing loudly as he continued to hold tightly onto her. "Religion's changing, and we've got to go along with the changes."

"But not this much! I-mmmggghffff!" Anna mumbled as Chet jammed his thick, hot wet lips against hers one more time. At the same time he slowly slid his hands down her sides until they cupped around her taut ass-cheeks. Kneading them gently, Chet drove his thick tongue deeper and deeper into her mouth until Anna thought she'd choke from the spittle that flowed down her throat.

"I'll lock the door," he whispered hoarsely as he ran back and bolted it shut.

"I really don't think we should do anything here," Anna said as Chet took her by the right hand and led her down the aisle to the altar.

"Sorry I don't have a bed right here, but the altar's carpeted. That should be good enough," the chaplain said as he tore open his dress white uniform jacket and revealed a muscular chest covered with a thick matting of blond hairs.

Anna stared at Chet's body, then shifted her eyes up and gaped at the crucifix that towered over the altar.

"This just doesn't seem right somehow," she said as she watched Chet strip down to his white Jockeys.

"Just get out of that dress," he panted as he leaned back against the altar rail and folded his arms across his chest.

There was something so excitingly titillating about the idea of screwing in a church that it got to Anna. Suddenly all thoughts of Paul and Greg zipped out of her mind. Maybe Chet was right. Maybe all she needed was the right kind of man-and maybe that man was the base chaplain!

Chet stood there watching her disrobe, squeezing and releasing the large cock-bulge between his powerful, widely spread hairy legs as she exposed more and more of her mammoth tits. Anna shrugged her shoulders, letting the dress float to the carpeted floor. Reaching back, she unsnapped her bra. In an instant, her swollen boobs tumbled out and bobbed sensuously on her chest.

"Ummm, do you like what you see?" Anna asked as she ran her fingertips over her hard nipples.

"Even God would be proud of you," Chet said, smiling at her as he slid his thumbs under the tight elastic waistband of his shorts and pushed them down to his knees.

"Ohhhh!" Anna cried out as she saw Chet's long, perfectly shaped dick spring free and twitch in midair.

"Do you like what you see?" he asked, smiling at her as he lowered his right hand to his cock and slid his fingers back and forth along the jerking shaft.

"Ohhh!" was all Anna could say. Her cunt fired up like an exploding nuclear warhead. Hot twat-juice scalded her spasming pussy walls as she continued to rub her boobs with her fingertips.

"Come on," Chet said hoarsely as he lunged forward and lowered his head. He cupped his lips over her right nipple and started sucking hard at the brown, stiff flesh.

"Uhhhhhh!" Anna groaned, closing her eyes tightly and hunching her thighs forward against his jerking cock as she felt Chet's tongue swirl over and over her erect, itching nipple.

"Baby, baby," Chet repeated as he unclamped his lips from her nipple and traveled slowly down her heaving body. Chet ran his tongue along her hot, sweaty skin. At the same time he inched his fingers closer towards her juicing pussy. Chet finally reached the edge of her beaver, and his fingers toyed with the tight blonde curls as Anna begged him to fuck her.

"Ooohhh! Don't tease me! For God's sake, don't! Ohhh, shiiittt! Fuck meeee!" she screamed shamelessly as she felt Chet's right forefinger snake through her pussy hairs and come to rest on top of her throbbing clit.

"Oh, baby, I'm going to make this last a long time," Chet said as he pushed her slowly down to the floor.

As Anna lay down on her back and threw her legs into the air, she caught sight of the altar one more time.

"I just can't go through with this here," she said, trying to get up.

"Goddamn it! I'm going to rub your fuckin' snatch until your nipples blow off!" Chet said almost desperately as he dove his blond head in between her trembling thighs. Anna tried to push him away at first. But slowly she became resigned to the situation and spread her legs widely apart to let the chaplain have more room for his clit-tonguing.

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!!" Anna shrieked as Chet slurped, tugged and sucked at her erect clit.

"Unnnnghh! Wawwhh! Oh, God, touch my clit with your tongue again! Oh, Jeeeesus! Rub m-m-my clit with y-y-your- arrrghhh!!" Anna tossed her hips wildly into the air as she jammed her fingers into the chaplain's bobbing head. Chet had done exactly as she begged, ramming his spit-slicked tongue against her twitching clit. He poked at it gently, then slashed up, down and around the tiny organ as bolts of electric excitement tore through her cunt and tits.

"Stop! Stop! I'm going to come if you keep doing that! Oh, fuckin' shit!" Anna shrieked, slamming her ass-cheeks back down and grinding them into the thick carpeting as Chet slurped and sucked and tongued and fingered her snatch.

"Okay, okay. I don't want you coming before I get a chance to stick my dick into you," Chet said as he backed away and pulled several blonde cunt hairs out from between his straight, white teeth. "Now, why don't you do to me what I've done to you?" he said softly as he inched up towards Anna's head.

"Ummmm," she moaned, smacking her lips in excitement as she watched Chet's blood-engorged cock sway slowly back and forth with every move the chaplain made. Anna loved sucking cock. She and Paul would suck each other off for hours before they went on to fucking. And now she was going to wrap her lips around that delicious hunk of hot prick-meat! And in the base chapel yet! The entire situation almost made her want to laugh.

"Come on, Anna, open wide," Chet said, smiling at her as he hunched his powerful hips forward and banged the tip of his hot, hard cock against her lips.

"Mmmmgffff!" she cried out as the purple knob slid past her front teeth and over her tongue until it banged against the back of her sucking throat. Anna used her tongue as a slippery, sliding bed for the sensitive-underside of Chet's invading prick.

"Unnngh! Oh, Jeeesus, suck that mother!" Chet groaned as he rotated his muscular ass-cheeks slowly, churning his prick inside Anna's mouth. "Suck that son-of-a-bitch till you can feel my cum spurt out on your tongue!" the chaplain cried out mindlessly as he buried his fingertips into Anna's thick, blonde hair.

The woman continued to swirl her tongue around his cock-shaft while she reached up and cupped his balls in her right hand. Slowly she rolled them from side to side while she bobbed her head back and forth, faster and faster on the chaplain's jerking cock.

"Unngh!" Chet screamed, stabbing his prick up farther into the warm, wet gripping cavity. He shoved his dick even farther down Anna's throat than before. She felt her lips brush against Chet's thick, wiry forest of crotch hair as drops of pre-cum oozed freely out of the man's expanding piss-slit.

"No! N-n-noooo! Easy, babe! I'm gonna come! Ohhhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Anna felt the chaplain's cock swell in her mouth. She knew that was the sure sign that he was going to shoot his cum down into her gut. She could feel his balls jerking and jouncing in her hand, and knew that the jizz was boiling in his fuck-sac.

"Ohhhh!" Chet cried, jerking his mammoth dong out of Anna's hot, sucking mouth. "I'm not gonna blow off there, babe. Not by a long shot," he said, getting up and walking up to the altar.

"Where are you going?" Anna gasped out. She couldn't believe that he was going to leave her hanging like that. Her cunt was screaming for inches of hot prick-meat. What was he going to do now, say a mass?

"I'm going to make you blow off at both ends," Chet said as he reached over and pulled out a long tapered white candle from its holder on the altar.

"Ohhhh, noooo!" Anna wailed as she started to jump up to her feet.

"Easy, baby, you'll learn to like it," Chet said as he pushed her back down to the floor and dropped to his knees between her widely spread legs. "It's an old trick we learned in ministry school."

Some man of the cloth! Anna thought to herself as she felt Chet throw her legs back into the air.

"Now just relax that asshole of yours, and we'll both have a good time," Chet said huskily.

"D-D-Don't!" Anna stammered as she felt the cold, pointed tip of the candle trail across her quivering, upturned ass-cheeks until it settled on the brown, wrinkled skin of her shitter. Slowly but steadily Chet began twisting the candle, pushing it down until it began to screw itself into her asshole.

"Like it, babe? Like it?" he whispered excitedly as two inches of the candle disappeared into her butt.

"Unnngh! Unngh." was all Anna could say. Thank Cod it was tapered. It gave her asshole enough time to relax and take the rest of the candle Chet was shoving into her.

"I don't want to jam it so far into you that I can't find it when we're through," Chet joked as he twisted the candle faster and faster, making Anna squirm, buck and moan in time to his manipulations.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meee!" Anna screamed as her clit responded to Chet's butt-fucking.

"But lam fucking you," Chet said teasingly.

"Jeeesus! Arrrgi-h-ih! My cunt! Fuck my cunt! Ohhhh, Jeeesus!" Anna screamed.

She felt herself going wild. Chet was pile-driving the candle into her shitter now, churning it around her gut like a giant mix master while he fingered her aching, swollen clit with the fingers of his right hand.

"My cunt! My cunt!" Anna shrieked, arching her back and wriggling her hips again and again as she begged him to fuck her.

"What about your cunt?" Chet asked softly as he ran his fingers lightly over her matted, juice-soaked snatch hair. He smiled as he watched her belly quiver wildly.

"Ohhh, Jeeesus! Plleeeaaassseee fuck meeee!" Anna begged again.

"Yeah, babe, I think you're ready for it," Chet said hoarsely as he let go of the candle and hunched forward.

Anna felt a shudder rip through her snatch as she felt the hot tip of his stiffened dick poke against her puffy outer labes. She groaned when his cock-head parted her reddened pussy-flaps, poking its way tentatively into her steaming hole.

"Unngh! Unngh!" Anna cried out incoherently as more and more of the chaplain's cock-head pried its way into her rumbling cunt.

Finally Chet hunched his hips forward and buried the first three inches of his prick into her pussy. Anna screamed and threw her head hard into the carpeting. Her lips parted and a scream of ecstatic agony filled the chapel.

"Aiyeeeee! Arrrghhh! M-m-more! I want more! More cock!"

"Oh, Jesus, babe, you're ready for a hot screwin' now, Chet moaned as he drove the rest of his jerking cock into her slick fuck-tunnel.

Anna wanted to scream but she couldn't. She felt incredibly stuffed, deliciously filled as the chaplain's thick, long cock-shaft throbbed wildly against her slick, trembling cunt walls. Slowly Chet began to draw his prick out of her hot hole. At the same time he reached down and grabbed her clit between his thumb and right forefinger.

"Aaaarrgh!" she gurgled, emitting deep, throaty sounds that seemed to come out of her gut as Chet squeezed and tugged at her twitching, swollen clit.

"Easy, easy," Chet coaxed as he let go of her clit and slid his hand lower. He grabbed the candle and began sliding it in and out of her asshole in time to his cunt-fucking.

"Ohhhh, God! Fuck me! Fuck meeee! Jam that cock into my cunt! Unngh! Unngh!"

Somewhere Anna heard an explosion blowing off in her body. It started to rip through her belly and up to her tits until she thought her nipples were going to blow off as Chet said they would.

"I'm coming!" she shrieked, gasping loudly for breath as the first brain-searing contraction tore through her snatch. "Oh, fuckin' Jeesus, I'm coming!"

"Anna! Anna!" Chet groaned, slamming his hips hard against her swollen thighs as he felt his jizz boiling and spurting into his jerking cock-shaft.

"Aiyeeee! Wawwwh! Wawwwh!" Anna answered as her clit beat wildly against her throbbing cuntal membranes. Wave after orgasmic wave ripped through her body as she felt wads of Chefs cum spew into her aching, stretched snatch.

"Ssshhhiiittt!" Chet howled, slamming his thighs against her ass as his balls slapped her sweating skin noisily.

"Ooooohhh, Chet!" Anna moaned as he shot off the last of his heavy load and collapsed on top of her. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and kissed him lightly on the neck.

"Not bad for my first day on base, is it!" he asked softly as he absently stroked her left tit.

"You'd get a top fitness report from me if I had anything to do with it," Anna said as she crawled out from under the chaplain and started to get dressed.

"You know, getting back to your problem," Chet began as he pulled on his uniform. "Maybe you should talk to your son. You know, it could be that he's unconsciously encouraging a dangerous situation. If he knew your feelings, he might be able to stop it. Then that might be enough for you to keep away from him."

"You really think so?" Anna asked hopefully as she flopped her big tits back into her bra.

"It wouldn't hurt to try. You're certainly not going to get anywhere by just sitting back and trying to ignore it," Chet said as he buttoned up his white dress jacket. "Besides, kids today are a lot more aware of sexual things than you think. I'm sure he'll try to understand."

Anna sighed and shrugged her shoulders.

"I guess I'll give it a try. But if it all blows up, can I give you a call?" she asked as they walked slowly to the front door.

Chet looked back at the large wet stain at the foot of the altar.

"Anna, you can call me up anytime," he said, winking slyly at her as he opened the door to let her out.