I think we both knew that I had a rock hard erection already, but I didn't want to admit it. I had it tucked upward into my waistband to keep it from ...ticking out. I pulled my shorts down just a little in the rear, trying to keep the front high enough to hold my cock in place where it was. I bent over and put my hands on the bed as I heard her squeeze some lube onto her gloved fingers. She set the lube down beside me and moved around behind me.Mom knelt down behind me, and said that my shorts. Catholic priests kept getting younger because their ranks were depleting. The information age and modernity were rendering religion obsolete. People went to see therapists and counselors now to talk about their problems, not the clergy. You could hardly blame them when the non-stop pedophilia scandals of the priesthood had been a constant blemish on the institution. The scope of the problem seemed to grow worse every year. With less people attracted to the faith and even fewer people wanting to. I began to stammer. She said that she had had fantasies that it was about her, and that she had fantasized that we had had sex right in the bathroom.Then she sat on my lap and my stiff cock poked her in the leg. She said, "So, it was about me."I said, "Yes, I have had many fantasies about you."She began to stroke my cock and I asked about her husband. She said, "He is out of town on business. Don't worry about him." Then she leaned over and kissed me. Her hand felt so good on my cock, I could. She rubbed her engorged pussy covering her right hand in her juices and then proceeded to lube my dick up with it. "I really must admit your dick is really nice!" she said. Her tongue came out and she lick up the first drops of precum . “MMM Your cum even tastes nice” she giggled. I closed my eyes enjoying her hand job until she playfully slapped my balls. Stifling a cry of pain I looked into her eyes the bitch was smiling innocently “I’m not here to service you, you fucktard! Now come on time.