Devil Chicken's Stories.

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You were a sensible and empathic guy. You started watching documentaries about living conditions in Africa, how poor and unsafe some lands were and what drove some of them to risk their lives crossing the sea towards Europe.

You shared your thoughts with your Mom, an extremely old school catholic woman. You told her about the difficulties they had to face once they were here: Learning the language, the cultural shock and the blatant racism that made them succumb to the solitude and loneliness: No friends, no partner, no family. Alone.

That's why you were so proud when your Mom joined the homeless and immigrant local shelter centre. They helped there mostly people from Africa that arrived somehow, mostly ilegally.

One guy took a special kind of liking towards your Mom; he always ran to her when she arrived, hugging her and jumping around, sometimes even dancing for joy. He composed songs for to her, basically showering her with attention every time she was around. Your Mom, feeling bad for him, eventually offered him to move home as you had enough place in your expensive house in the suburbs.

You didn't know the guy until he moved in. One of the first things you realized was how he continuously stared at her. At her face, at her bust, at her legs, at her tummy, at her buttocks... And that he kept following her from room to room... Seemingly just to look at her.

One morning you entered the living room and it surprised you to see how the guy was sitting on the sofa, moving his hand under his pants clearly stimulating his penis. He wasn't jerking off exactly, but he was playing with his private parts while looking at her. It was weird. You went in, grabbed something to it and asked your Mom for some money to hang out later with Lisa, your crush. Not a single second when you were there talking to her did he stop touching himself. 

That became the regular at home. The guy would just start randomly touching his penis while your Mom was around. It didn't matter when or where. While she cooked he'd just sit in the kitchen and do it. While all of you sat at the table eating, he'd just stare at her boobs touching himself under the table. One day you even saw him opening and leaning on the bathroom door, looking inside as your Mom took a shower.

Another day you were looking for your Mom to ask her for more money. Your Mom was cleaning the living room and, as an already common occurrence at home, he had his hand hidden inside his pants.

You were about to go in, but then he did something you didn't expect: He pulled his dick out and started blatantly stroking it while staring at your Mom. 

Your Mom didn't realize what was happening at first, but when she looked, she blushed, smiled at him and kept cleaning as if nothing was happening. 

You were dumbfounded: Your Mom didn't want you to masturbate, being such a religious woman as she was. She caught you once, an hormonal teenager in his body exploration phase, jerking off to porn in your room and, well... You haven't see her as mad, furious and disappointed like that day in your life: She took every device away from you for a year, as well as being forced to go to psychological therapy weekly because, as she put it, you were addicted to porn and to masturbating. And you had to go to the church to help, talk and do whatever the Priest would need. You had to seek "God's Forgiveness", she said.

Helping the Priest wasn't as bad as it sounded. He was a kind and patient man that understood pretty well what it was to be a young man. He took you in and tried making you understand why masturbation was a sin and why your Mom reacted that way.

As he explained, those kind of actions, whatever they might be - casual intercourses or masturbating - were against God's Will: Having sex and feeling pleasure was intended exclusively for procreation, not for pleasuring ourselves with that gift, as our true reward awaits us in Heaven, and we are here to prove ourselves worthy to enter the Pearly Gates.

Those teachings really resonated with you. They made sense in a spiritual way. You avoided those temptations and sins from your life, expecting not only His Reward, but the recognition and appreciation from your Mom, not wanting to disappoint her again...

That'a why you couldn't really understand why she just smiled at him when he started masturbating in front of her.

You couldn't understand why she looked at him again or why her smile grew even bigger, she shook her head and playfully said to him:

- Again? You really cannot help yourself, right? - As she continued cleaning. What did she meant by that?

You couldn't understand either why, a few minutes later, she stopped cleaning, walked towards the sofa and sat next to him, like, really close, leg to leg, smiling and playing with her hair while looking at him.

- Ah, I'm so tired of cleaning... I need to rest for a while... - She had more than enough room to sit down. There was another sofa, two arm chairs and the expensive indoor hammock. Why did she sit so close to him?

You weren't able to understand why did he put his free hand around her shoulder, pulling her towards him. Or how she just grabbed his black dick with her hands and began stroking it herself.

You just couldn't get why she voluntarily knelt down on the floor, lowered her head and welcomed his dark and swollen balls in between her lips, nursing them with her tongue causing his already erect cock to spasm out in front of her face.

Or why she was servicing his enormous glans so fervently...

And sucking every nook and cranny of his crotch as he just basked in the pleasure your Mom was rewarding him with...

And what really took you by surprise was seeing how your Mom, already fully focused on the task at hand, started sucking faster and deeper when his heavy breathing and loud moans gave in what was about to happen...

Releasing his thick seed in a place other than a woman's womb had nothing to do with procreating, as God apparently intended. You knew that, as well as she... But that didn't stop her from receiving all of his cum in her mouth... Or from swallowing it.

Your Mom finally let his dick go. It almost seemed as if she just wanted to keep extracting juice from his balls through his urethra, but nothing else came out.

The dark skin still glistened with the coat of saliva that your Mom covered it with. He stroked her hair, as if she had just done a good job, which to be fair, she did.

You left them alone, not wanting to bother them. They fell asleep shortly after on the couch. As for your part, you went out for a while. Lisa wasn't avaliable, so you just went to visit one of your best friends, Charlie. 

Charlie was a fun guy and spending time with him usually made you forget your troubles. But not this time. You felt betrayed in some way by your Mom. Not only in a physical, sexual or parental way... But in a spiritual one.

Your Mom just rewarded a random guy, an immigrant that couldn't even speak your language with a blowjob that would put even the most seasoned pornstars you secretly watched to shame. There was no procreation involves in what your Mom just did today.

So why did she do it?