A loosely-woven robe of coarse brown fabric hung from the rutting priest's shoulders, entirely open in the front, a knotted waist cord hanging tangled...down each side. A crucifix, bearing the carved figure of a weeping and crucified man, flopped and danced wildly from the priest's neck, its repeated impacts against his chest ignored. Beads of sweat fell upon the crucifix and were scattered away like so many tears wept by the carved figure thereon.She was, without doubt, an angel. Everyone. She was crying so hard that I gently stroked her back to try and calm her. I quietly tried to reassure her that it wasn’t the end of the world and there were plenty more fish in the sea. I tried to give her a reassuring hug and she put her other arm across my chest with her hand ending up on my other breast. Eventually her tears subsided and she started to talk quietly about wanting to be loved and him not giving her the affection she craved. The more she talked the more her mouth or nose moved. He said he had tried to control his feelings for the past month but now could not do so anymore. By now I was intensely aroused and without saying a word i undid my middle buttons on my blouse and let him catch a glimpse of my lacy white bra. Now he was stunned and speechless. Suddenly he took another road and told me he was taking me somewhere where he would make his dreams come true. He told me to come sit besides him in the front and I obliged. Immediately he put his hand down my blouse and. ”Mommy your son needs sucking off. I want you to wank and suck your son off till he shoots his load in your mouth, then you will go over to your daughter and she will open her mouth and you will spit your sons cum into her mouth for her to swallow…understand….if not the slashing begins…and your daughter will be the first…understand?”“ Yes I Understand” my Mom said in a quiet faltering voice. And I watched as my naked Mom walked towards were I was bound up, not looking me directly in the eyes..