Angela didn’t know where he got the idea from but her seventeen-year-old son, Matt, had suggested they attend Pastor Phillip’s Sunday School. It wasn’t widely advertised in the church events but was held every Sunday afternoon to a select few. Angela found this out by talking to her friend Sandy who also attended with her teenage son, Jerry.
If Angela had to put two and two together then she would have come to the conclusion that Matt had been talking to Jerry, but she would have been wrong. It was Sandy who firmly put the idea into Matt’s head after one of his sleepovers. Of course, Sandy didn’t confess that to Angela. That would have been very wrong.
Angela got the low down on Pastor Phillip’s afternoon gatherings that seemed to attract single parents and their sons, though Brian Donnely and his daughter Melissa also attended. Sandy was cautious with her description of exactly what went on until Angela and she started to talk about sex or the lack of it in their tiny rural community. It just wasn’t the place to be single, alone and frustrated.
Sandy was over an hour into the conversation when she placed her hand on Angela’s arm and told her, in no uncertain terms that she needed to come along to the sessions. After all, she said, all we do is enjoy the love that we have for our families.
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For Matt, Sunday couldn’t have come fast enough, for Angela it was the reverse. The closer the day got the more scared she became. She felt an immense urge to pull out, go down with a cold or flu, or fake some ailment to back down. If it wasn’t for Sandy popping in every day to reassure her, she would have hibernated in some foreign country and pretended she didn’t exist.
It was Sandy and Jerry who collected her on Sunday afternoon at twelve-thirty to ensure that she and Matt attended the session.
They walked into a back room of the church and immediately Angela’s nerves overtook her as three other mothers and sons and one father and daughter looked at her as she approached them.
The only words going through her mind were ‘What the fuck was she doing here in front of these people.’
She felt awkward, scared, and embarrassed about everything she had been told by Sandy. Angela turned to leave and it was Matt who stopped her with his hands on her shoulders.
“Mum, I love you, let’s do this,” he said.
Angela walked towards the group of people with her son. She didn’t expect to see Jeffrey and his mother Mrs. Sophie White. She always thought that a strange name for a black woman but reckoned she acquired it through marriage. Brian Donnely immediately thrust his hand out towards Angela which she shook out of politeness. The two other mothers nodded their heads and smiled in her direction. It didn’t make her feel any more secure or less frightened as they seemed to know something that perhaps she didn’t.
Pastor Phillips stood near the large round table in the middle of the room.
“We have new friends that have come to join us today,” he announced, “I’m sure everyone here will welcome Matt and Angela and make them feel welcome to our group. It is not every day that we welcome someone that is on the cusp of making such changes in their life and I hope that Angela,” he pointed towards Angela with an open hand, “and Matt,” he pointed to Matt in the same way, “find the happiness and love that they seek here today.”
The session started with the mothers and Mr. Donnely’s daughter standing behind their sons and father; all of them facing towards the centre of the table. The first part of feeling love for each other consisted of a two-armed hug from behind. Angela watched Sandy as she engulfed her son, Jerry, and suddenly became aware that her son would feel her big breasts poke into his back. Nevertheless, she followed Sandy’s example and hugged her son hard. It did, in fact, bring a smile to her face.
“Change places,” pastor Phillips announced.
Suddenly it was Matt’s turn to hug his mother in the same way. Angela felt a little trepidation run through her. Her hands started to quiver as she raised them and before she knew it her son’s arms were wrapped around her breasts.
Angela held her breath, she couldn’t help but watch each of the mothers in turn, as their son’s arms engulfed them with their hands coming to rest on their breasts. She saw the same look in each of their eyes and the same movement in each of their son’s hands as she studied them. Her gaze eventually rested on Sandy as she watched her son, Jerry, openly fondle his mother’s breasts.
Angela gulped as she realised that Matt was starting to move his hands too. She was about to speak, move away, stop him when pastor Phillip's hands came upon her head.
“Be still, my child,” he said, “There is something here for all of us, an awakening that we shall be proud of when we walk away this afternoon.”
An awakening it surely was when her son’s hands rubbed her nipples through her blouse and bra. She felt them ignite with pleasure. She felt her whole being rise above everyone and she couldn’t help the sigh that escaped her lips. She watched everyone fondle their mother’s breasts, except for Melissa whose father was doing the honours. Her hands came upon her son’s hands and she stopped him from moving them. She could see the blissful smile on Sandy’s face, and the bulge in Jerry’s trousers as he fondled her. She started to move her hands on top of Matt’s so that they squashed her breasts together. Angela pushed her bum backwards. She felt the same kind of bulge as she could see to her right.
Pastor Phillips had moved around the group satisfied that he had quelled Angela’s anguish to what was happening to her mind and body.
“Shall we proceed,” pastor Phillips said, “let us show Angela and Matt the next steps in the way we show our love.”
They all started to strip. Blouses and shirts were removed, and braziers discarded on the floor, before hands once more started to fondle and caress.
Matt was quick off the mark, removing his shirt in an instant, leaving Angela to stare at the topless group and wonder whether she could go through with it.
A simplistic smile crossed the room from pastor Phillips and she found her nerves calming her breathing deeper. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse to the stare of twenty-two pairs of eyes that followed her every move. She fumbled with the hook on her bra and it was Matt who uncoupled it allowing his mother to free her large breasts to everyone’s gaze.
Pastor Phillips smiled at Angela as his hand joined Jeffrey’s to stroke Mrs White’s ample breast.
“We are all free to do what we want to do here, today. Join us, Angela and Matt, and do whatever you feel is right,” announced pastor Phillips.
Matt knew exactly what was right. He had been waiting for this moment to touch his mother’s bare breasts, his hand came upon both of them and he cupped them in his hands, lifted them, and pushed them together. He felt his mother’s nipples respond in the palms of his hands as he rubbed them.
Angela’s eyes were closed as she allowed her son to feel her up, though her mind was swimming with pleasure, but the feelings that welled up inside her were not of love for her son, but lust.
She opened her eyes to see Jerry and Sandy making out, with Sandy’s hand behind her, squeezing and caressing her son’s cock.
“Let’s change places,” Pastor Phillips announced. Men in front of the women and feel free to release all those bonds of clothing and anxiety. Grasp what you know to be right.”
Everyone exchanged places, again, Matt’s trousers were around his ankles in seconds and he was busy pushing them off the end of his feet, quickly followed by his shoes and socks.
“Since when do you go commando?” Angela asked Matt.
“Since today,” he smirked.
Her gaze fell on her son’s cock. It shouldn’t have done that but it did and she was finding it hard to tear it away. No, she realised the dilemma, she didn’t want to tear it away.
The room was full of people shuffling out of their clothes. “Please,” pastor Phillips said, “men in front women behind.”
Everyone had switched positions while Angela still had her skirt on.
“Angela, are you joining us,” said Pastor Phillips.
She suddenly realised what he meant and for once she unzipped the skirt and peeled it over her womanly hips, it was followed by her knickers and her shoes were kicked off behind her. She stood behind her son allowing her nipples to rub against his back. She glanced in all directions to see erect cocks everywhere. All were impressive and all were bobbing with expectation.
“One more hug before we begin sharing our love for each other,” said pastor Phillips.
Something inside snapped and Angela didn’t think twice about the hug. She engulfed her son, pressing her breasts hard against him and hugging him so hard she almost lifted him from the ground. She saw Sandy take a different approach as her hand came upon her son’s prick. She shafted it up and down as she smiled in Angela’s direction.
Pastor Phillips approached the round table and dug into his pocket to retrieve a dice. He threw it on the table, “A three,” he announced. “Today, because it is Angela and Matt’s first time here, they are exempt from the sharing. So please, everyone else, three places clockwise if you please.”
Angela watched as the women on the outside moved three places clockwise to stand behind a different person. Sandy found herself opposite Angela and standing behind Jeffrey while Melissa, Mr Donnely’s daughter found herself behind Jerry.
“Please, hug your new partner,” announced pastor Phillips.
