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My name is Kyle and I run a small contracting firm. I also have an almost supernatural ability to get away with shit. Never in my life have I gotten in trouble for anything I’ve done.

This part of my story starts with my mother Nancy and the fact that she found religion. The particular religion she found was a small church out in the boonies near where she moved after my parents split a few years back. I only really found out about her new religion after she called me up asking for a favor. She wanted me to do a charity project for the church, specifically replace the floor in the main chapel after a storm broke one of the glass windows. I figured it would be a good tax write-off and I had a crew who were idle so I made the hour long drive out to the site for a survey.

As I pulled up I saw my mother and an older woman waiting at the door. She had gray streaked coppery hair pulled back into a tight bun and clothing that just screamed ‘clergy’.

After my mother hugged me I turned to the woman “Ma’am”.

“Ah Kyle, your mother has told me so much about you. My name is Madam Morison but you can call me Cheryl.”

We started the tour of the building and it was immediately clear where the issue was. About three quarters of the way down the hall was window boarded over with plywood.

Cheryl turned to me and said “my late husband had the foresight to insure the windows, even so the replacement will wipe out our budget for the year. We just don’t have the same flock as when Bill was alive. These last few years have been hard”

Looking at the floor I could tell that it wouldn’t be too bad. The window overhung the floor and it looked like there was no water damage to the wall, just the oak hardwood floor.

My mother said “I’ve offered to pay for labor on the window but can’t really cover the the floor, I was hoping that you could use it for your taxes”

After some thought I said “I had been looking for a charity project to close out the fiscal year, so yeah, I can have a work crew out here as soon as the window is fixed”.

“Bless you” Cheryl said.

My mother got a look on her face that I knew meant trouble. “Are you still looking for a secretary? I know the perfect person. You could have a secretary and a live in maid, That mansion of a house of yours is too empty”.

I knew there would be no fighting this. My mother probably only called me out here for this part. She was trying to and I’ll quote “get some grand-babies already”.

“I’ll meet the girl and at least give her an interview”.

“Excellent” My mother then turned to Cheryl and said “I’ll go fetch Abigail”.

As my mother vanished into the back of the church Cheryl said to me “Abigail is my adopted daughter and such a sweetheart, and her girls are just pure angels, I’m sure you’ll get along splendidly”.

‘Girls’? I was a bit hesitant until the most beautiful creature in the world walked in with my mother. A petite girl with smooth dark chocolate skin wearing a thin white cotton sun-dress and sandals. Her modest breasts tented the fabric quite nicely and her long legs were bare from about mid thigh down. Her straight black hair framed a face that belonged on a model. She didn’t look a day over 20. This was a red flag, with as young as she looked her girls couldn’t be more than toddlers and my house wasn’t really ready for anything like that. Her head was a bit bowed and her eyes on the floor.

Still, she was incredibly beautiful. I’m not normally one for interracial but damn.

“Sir, I’m told I’ll be living with you now?” Damn, that voice was perfect too. Wait? That didn’t sound right…

“I’m not sure how permanent this will be but I can give you a chance here, have you ever worked as a secretary?”

“Only here at the church, I help with the books but mostly just clean and cook”.

I really didn’t want a half trained secretary, but she was gorgeous and my mother kept making encouraging gestures from the back. I knew she would never stop if I didn’t accept.

“Alright, I can setup a couple rooms for you and your daughters, and we can try this for a little bit.”

Cheryl turned to Abigail and said “I was hoping this would work out so I had Lyndsey pack some travel bags for you all.”

As we walked outside I got a a rather large shock. There were three girls but the youngest looked to be about 9 or 10. The eldest was in her mid teens with the middle girl being maybe 12. All of them were just as beautiful as their mother but with much lighter skin tones, all three were in the range of dark mocha. They also were wearing matching dresses the same as their mother. Thin cotton sun-dresses ending at mid thigh with no socks and just sandals. The girls were standing next to my car with several duffel bags. They too stood with heads bowed but the youngest kept sneaking peaks at me.

I turned to Abigail. She still didn’t look a day over 20 years old. She saw my look and quietly said “I was a young mother”.

The girls were introduced to me. Lyndsey was 15 years old and beautiful. Smaller breasts than her mother and an adorable shyness. I could tell quite clearly in the sunlight that she wasn’t wearing a bra, And neither was her mother.

Ashley was about to turn 13 in “just another month” and again was not wearing a bra. Her little pokies might not have needed anything more than a trainer but it was still odd. I guess the family just didn’t like bras. More for me to look at I guess.

Little Chloe was 10 and completely flat so the lack of bra there wasn’t a surprise.

I bundled everyone into my car and out of the cold, mid October air. All four sat with their legs together and hands in their laps. Abigail sat in the passenger seat, Lindsey behind her, Ashley behind me, and little Chloe in the middle.

I turned in my seat and asked, “do any of you have shoes or coats?”

Lyndsey was the one who quietly replied “No sir, we don’t leave the church much, It’s not really safe.”

“What about school?”

“We’re home-schooled sir, I’ve already graduated and Ashley only has a year of coursework left.”

Lyndsey seemed to be the most talkative of the bunch but still hadn’t looked up. There’s shyness and then there’s potential abuse. Some of this could be attributed to the racist hicks in the area but still, my doubts about taking these girls away from that church were rapidly disappearing.

Everyone was quiet on the drive to my house. An hour of frustratingly short answers to questions. At least Chloe looked happy when I turned on the radio to a pop station. She even started singing along quietly. I caught a look of confusion from Lindsey I turned my eyes from the rear-view mirror and back to the road.

We pulled up the long driveway to my house. Describing my house as a mansion might be more appropriate than not. It’s a large two story building with a 5 car garage sitting in the middle of a 10 acre plot at the far edge of the city. Mine is the last house before everything becomes farms. The land is surrounded by a large privacy fence and artfully planted trees to give the illusion that I live in the deep wilderness. I’m quite proud of it all. I designed it and built it myself after my contracting business took off.

I pulled into the garage and parked. I turned around to say “we’re here” to the girls in the back and my words died on my lips. Lindsey had opened the door to get out and Chloe was sliding across the seat. Her legs spread a bit and her dress had hiked up far enough for me to see the most perfect preteen pussy I’d ever seen. It was the first preteen pussy I’d seen but that didn’t disqualify it as the most perfect.

None of the girls seemed to care that I spent several seconds openly staring at a 10 year old’s pussy. They just quietly got out of the car and stood waiting with their heads slightly bowed.

I had to ask “Are any of you wearing underwear?”

Again it was Lindsey who answered “No sir, none of us are on that time of the month”. All four of them turned to face me and slowly lifted their dresses above their waists.

Abigail had a cleanly shaved snatch. It was beautifully smooth plump.

Lindsey had was slightly furry but nothing out of control, there was a glistening wetness on her inner thighs.

Ashley had just a hint of peach fuzz covering her dark mocha skin.

And again Chloe had the most beautiful bald pussy I’d ever seen.

I just stared for a moment before adjusting my now throbbing cock and saying “alright, let’s just get everyone settled in and then we can all talk…”

I turned and led everyone inside the house. “I only have two guest rooms at the moment, you can sort things out yourselves how you use them.”

“Abigail, if you’ll come with me we should have a little talk”

I led Abigail into my office and sat in my computer chair and turned to face her. “You can sit” I waved vaguely to one of the chair along the wall.

Abigail instead pulled off her dress, quickly folded it a few times and kneeled on top of it. The motion was so smooth that it had to have been practiced.

Again I just stared. Here was a supermodel level beauty kneeling in front of me naked. Her knees were slightly apart giving me a perfect view of her pussy, it was starting to glisten with wetness as I stared. Her chest was held out proudly, I’d guess B-cups at most with small, hard, nipples. Her stomach was smooth and slightly muscular without a hint of a stretch mark. Her arms were behind her back and her head bowed with eyes on the floor. The longer I stared the more wetness I saw on her pussy lips.

“Cheryl never meant for you to be my secretary did she”.

“No sir, we’re your payment for the repairs to the church”.

“All four of you?”

“Yes sir, After Father Bill died Mother Cheryl has been looking for someone who would take ownership of us.”

“This Father Bill, I assume he’s the father of your daughters?”

“Yes sir.”

“Abigail, how old are you?”

“I’m 26 sir”

“So he got you pregnant at eleven years old?”

“Ten sir”

“Cheryl said years… when did Father Bill die?”

“9 years ago sir”

“So your daughters, he never…?”

“No sir, Mother Cheryl and I had to train them, otherwise they’re untouched and ready for you.”

This was so wrong on so many levels but at the same time here was a beautiful naked black woman kneeling in front of me making no effort to cover herself and very blatantly saying that she and her daughters were now my sex slaves.

All of this was surreal but all I could think of was the fact that she was getting visibly wetter by the second.

I stood up and placed my fingers under her chin and lifter to make her look me in the eyes. There was a burning desire hidden in all that submissiveness. I reached down and lifted her by the arms until she was standing. I leaned down to kiss her and our tongues battled for a moment. We were both breathless when I pulled back.

I turned her around and set her on my desk. I pushed her back so she was laying on the desk with her leg spread.

She looked into my eyes as she pinched her nipples and said “Please?”

“Please what?”

“It’s been so long”

“Answer, please what?”

“Please fill me”

I pulled my cock out and slid into her in a single thrust. Good god she was tight. Her moans were load enough that I’m sure the girls heard but I was beyond caring. The harder I trust the more she seemed to love it and the louder her moans got until she was screaming in pleasure. I couldn’t take it any more and with a final thrust buried myself as deep as possible and started painting her insides with my cum. This really set her off and I could see her stomach rippling as she climaxed hard. I just stood there a moment when I heard a low moan from behind me.

The girls were in the hall watching. Chloe was sitting on the floor with her legs spread and her fingers in her pussy rubbing it as if she were trying to start a fire but that wasn’t the real show.

Lindsey was holding Ashley from behind slowly kissing her neck and ear while one hand finger fucked her and the other lifted her dress up almost to her chest as Lindsey played with her sister’s nipples under the dress.

Really what’s a man to do when he sees something like that after fucking their mother?