“What can I do for you, dear woman?” asked Father Pineraide.
“Father,” answered the young woman frankly, “I am Theresa's mother. Maybe you remember the little girl you noticed this morning. You were kind enough to pat her cheek. I was very flattered that you seemed to like my little daughter so much and I take the liberty to thank you in person for your kindness.”
“Madame, that is very nice of you. Would you like to come in? Maybe we could talk a little.”
The priest stepped back, inviting the young woman in. She did not have to be cajoled and soon she was, like her daughter before her, locked in the bedroom of our lustful young priest.
Pineraide observed her with the look of a true connoisseur and he began to like what he saw more and more. Thirty-two is just about the ideal age in the life of a woman. It is the age where passionate women have reached the peak of their capacity and utmost ability to enjoy whatever a man may ask of them. And she looked very passionate, this young, blonde woman. Her eyes betrayed her. The priest liked it very much. The big fold in front of his cassock betrayed him. He was getting a hard-on again.
Moreover, it would make his day! Wouldn't it be marvelous to fuck the mother after having deflowered the daughter. On the same day, and on the same bed? What could compare with that?
With that in mind, he offered the young woman a chair, and she sat down, the child still in her arms.
The priest stood in front of her. Only the cassock covered his naked frame. For a moment there was a deep silence. Theresa's mother looked curiously around the room and was happily surprised that it looked so comfortable. Then she saw the bed. She noticed that it was very untidy, the sheets and blankets rumpled, and she blushed slightly. Then one could see her nostrils flare when she deeply inhaled the intoxicating smell which permeated the room. It was, so to speak, the smell of tender flesh. Finally she began to speak.
“Maybe you think that I am rather bold,” she began, smiling demurely, “but… what else could I do? The moment I saw you, I liked your face and I said to myself that you were the father confessor I needed. And, since I have committed a grave sin, I decided to see you immediately and confess. Did I do wrong?”
“No, not at all… on the contrary,” answered the priest. “And to prove that you were right, I shall hear you immediately…”
“Father, I am terribly grateful.”
“The child in your arms must be uncomfortable. Why don't you put him on my bed? Your arms must be getting terribly tired.”
“You are right, father. Even though the little tyke still gets the breast, he can get awfully heavy at times. But I took him along anyway because you know how the neighbors are. I did not want to start any gossip by coming here alone…”
And she got up, carrying the child into the priestly bed. But the moment she started to move, the little brat woke up and began to scream. The young woman sat down again.
“Oh,” she said, “I know how I can get him quiet.”
She opened a button of her dress and out popped an enormous breast, snow white and bursting with milk. She stuck the nipple into the child's mouth, and the screaming stopped immediately.
“Madame,” said the priest whose member began to swell uncomfortably under his cassock, “you have one of the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen.”
“Haven't I?” the young woman answered with a smile. And she added, impishly, “The other one looks just like it.”
“I doubt that very much,” said the priest.
He came closer to Theresa's mother and said, “You told me that you had committed a grave sin.”
“Yes… oh, yes!”
“And what was the nature of that sin?”
Well, at least he did not beat around the bush.
The young woman looked up at the handsome priest who was standing in front of her, like a young Apollo. Then her eyes strayed toward the center of his cassock which seemed to be in a terrible uproar. Her voice quivered when she said, “Well… you see… it was like this… for the first time, I allowed my husband to stick it in from behind.”
“When was that?”
“Last night. And it hurt so much that I screamed and fainted.”
“I can believe that. Your husband must be very large.”
“What do you mean, Father? Large what?”
“Yes… oh… I mean… I was going to say… he must have a rather large… well, in short, he must have a well-developed prick.”
“I would not know. I have never seen anyone else's.'
“Is that really true?”
“Is that true! I swear it upon the head of my innocent little baby!”
“All right, all right… I believe you.”
“Thank you, Father. But could you please tell me the gravity of my sin. Wasn't it terribly sinful of me to allow my husband to take his pleasure that way?”
“My good woman, absolutely not.”
“Not!”
“You're damned right!”
“Do you truly believe that, Father?”
“I know it for a fact, and if I were married…”
“I beg your pardon?”
The priest could no longer contain himself, and he exploded. “I mean, you lovely woman, that if I were married, above all married to a delicious morsel like you, I would fuck my heart out night and day, screw you up front and from behind, bang you wherever I could stick it in, and I would shit upon hellfire and damnation. And I would like to add that I would consider myself blessed if I could stud you with a prick of considerable dimensions. Why don't you take a good look for yourself.”
And with those words, the priest flung open his cassock, showing himself naked to the young woman.
Theresa's mother had not expected this sudden exhibition and she gasped with delighted surprise.
“Oh, my dear God!” she exclaimed, examining the gigantic prick which powerfully jutted in front of her. “Oh, my dear God, that is a fantastic, fairy-tale prick you have on your belly… ooh, it's the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. Baptiste's weenie is a mere prank compared to this marvelous monster!”
“Who is Baptiste?”
“That's my husband.”
“And do you believe that this prick can stay quiet in front of these marvelous breasts upon which my eyes are feasting, and that it can resist the charming flesh which my hands are squeezing? Oh, no, my dearest lady. You have set me afire, and it is your duty to extinguish the flames of passion and lust that are devouring me…”
“Oh, yes,” she answered quickly, “I would be delighted… I… I wouldn't want anything else! Such a fantastic cock must be heavenly when it is shoved up my belly, But, unfortunately, my little one is in the way…”
“Oh, he is sleeping again; put him on the couch.”
The young woman hurried to follow the priest's advice, but as soon as the baby felt the pillow, he began to scream again. What were they going to do?
“Let him scream,” said the priest, “we can fuck anyway. Give him to me while you take off your clothes. When you are naked, I'll give him back to you.”
With a few quick movements the woman, who had become wild at the sight of the priest's gigantic prick, took off her clothes. And when she stood naked before him, he handed her the child which she suckled without shame. The priest looked at it with curiosity.
To be honest, the mother seemed a lot better than the daughter. But the priest did not want to lose much time in contemplation and comparison because he wanted to use his precious time for action. He pulled the woman upon his lap and began to caress her tickler. His mouth eagerly sucked the tit the baby boy wasn't using at the time.
“That's all fine and dandy,” the young woman said, “but I prefer to feel that marvelous cock stuck deep in my cunt…”