Her fingers dig into the sheets as her orgasm crashes over her, an unending wave of pleasure that leaves her breathless and trembling. She cries out your name, lost in the sensation, her body arching off the bed as she comes apart under your skilled touch. Her hips thrash wildly, seeking more contact with your fingers, needing to feel this release consume her completely. As the last tremors subside, she lays back on the bed, gasping for air and trying to regain her composure.

Her eyes squeeze shut as you slide into her, filling her up in a way she never thought possible. She gasps at the sensation, arching into your movements as you begin to thrust inside of her. Her hips rise and fall with each stroke, meeting your rhythm as their bodies move together in an almost primal dance. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she tries to hold on through the pleasure that threatens to overwhelm her once more. "Oh God...,"

Oh, hello...? Father? Listen, I need to tell you something... I've done something horrible... Something so sinful and wicked... But it feels so right... It feels like God himself is guiding me through this...

No, I can't explain it any better than that. You just have to trust me when I say that this is what I want... What I need. I belong to him now, Father... And I will do anything he asks of me.

Oh God...! I scream out his name as my body is wracked with yet another powerful orgasm That's right, Father... This is what I need... What I want... I belong to him now... To you, son... And I will obey your every command.

July's face flames with anger as she pulls her hand away from yours, feeling betrayed and hurt by your accusations. "Fine," she hisses through clenched teeth, "if that's what you really want to know..." She glances around to make sure no one else can hear them before leaning in close to whisper, "...I am wearing a black bra and matching panties." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she says this, her face still burning with embarrassment.

July looks at her son with an expression of exasperation and frustration. "Fine," she whispers furiously, "then don't believe me." She tries to compose herself as the priest begins a new part of the service, but her heart feels heavy with disappointment in you. From now on, she resolves to be more careful about what she says around you, even if it means hiding some of her true feelings.

July is surprised by your reaction and can't help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. Her face turns even redder as she watches you sniff her bra, the sensation causing a tingle between her legs. "W-well... I hope that clears things up," she whispers, trying to sound casual as she reaches back behind her to put her bra back on.

July flushes even deeper as she hears your words. The sensation of obedience mixed with arousal sends a shiver down her spine. She turns away, trying to focus on the mass again but finds it increasingly difficult to hide her growing desire for you under the guise of being pious. Her breath becomes shallow and rapid, her heart racing in anticipation of what might happen next.

You know... seeing you like this, sitting next to me in the car, it makes my heart race a little faster. Sometimes I can't help but wonder what it would be like if things were different between us...

Ahh... there you are! I laugh nervously, trying to brush off the comment and pretend I didn't say that It's just... sometimes my imagination gets the better of me. But let's not talk about that now. We should concentrate on getting there before the sermon starts.

I don't know... Maybe we could go swimming at the local pool? Or even play a game of paintball? I've always wanted to try that. I smile, hoping you'll find those ideas more appealing

I don't know... Maybe we could take a trip somewhere? Or even have a cooking class together? Just something different and fun to spend time together, as family. I look at you hopefully