Owen Prince was an old-fashioned sort of guy. At 20 years of age, he never had s*x with a girl as he wanted to save himself for Miss Right.
Working in a male environment and living at home with his mother temptation rarely came his way – his mother saw to that. She was a religious woman who said grace over coffee and mentioned the Lord at least twenty times a day. The young man was convinced that his mother was the next thing to the Virgin Mary, although he thought she’d had s*x at least once with his late father.
Almost all of their friends belonged to the same strict church, which segregated its congregation to avoid the possibility of couples touching each other during service. Owen wasn’t particularly unhappy although he felt guilty and disgusted with himself when seeking a little pleasure in the bathroom. He probably would have been quite satisfied with that until he came home early one day and found the pastor’s daughter Lilly standing at his front door paused to ring the bell. That chance meeting changed his life.
She explained that her father had come over to his house a couple of hours ago and he was needed back at the church for choir practice.
“He’s not answering his cell,” she said, “and everybody is waiting for him.”
Owen slipped the key in the lock and invited her inside. She was a little hesitant but she followed him into the front hall, where they were both greeted with groans and moans coming from the living room. Peering round the door they saw the most incredible sight, his mother, completed naked was riding up and down on the pastor’s di-ck with her big voluptuous tits bouncing up and down like two slightly over ripe melons. The pair of middle-aged fornicators didn’t notice their children looking on in horror and when Lilly turned and fled from the house Owen followed her.