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"Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It has been four months since my last confession. I've tried to lead the life I should, but now Father...now I truly fear for my soul." "There's a woman Father. A woman so bright and beautiful the very sun shies away from her. And I have such thoughts of her Father, such lustful thoughts.

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Maria stood before her son's bedroom door. She held her fist up, ready to knock. She paused, a tiny twinge of guilt crossing her mind. For the last two months, she had spent every Sunday morning draining Matthew's balls, helping him to relieve his raging eighteen-year-old's erection so that he could go to Mass with her. At first, handjobs had been enough. But for the last month, it had taken blowjobs to get him to cum. She hoped they would still suffice.

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Maria knocked on her son's bedroom door. "Matthew! It's Sunday. Time to get ready for Mass." Without waiting for an answer, she swung the door open. Matthew was lying on his bed, naked, sporting an enormous erection. "I'm ready for you to help me get ready, Mom!" He leered at her with his evil, lascivious grin. Maria sat on the edge of the bed, and traced one finger up and down the underside of her son's cock. "How would you like it today, baby?"

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One moment, one lapse in concentration, and it was all over. It was my fault. She had just stepped off the kerb and I called out "See this evening." She turned, smiled; there was a screech of tyres as a bus pulling in to stop hit her. The love of my life was dead. I met Clare when I was tutoring in English literature and she a student. I don't know if there is such a thing as love a first sight but it seemed like to me. Six months after first meeting her we were married; she was eighteen and I twenty four.

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Maria knocked loudly on her son's bedroom door. "Matthew? Wake up! You have to get up and get ready for Mass." Matthew's muffled voice came through the door. "I'm not going to Mass, Mom." Maria's eyes shot up. We'll just see about that, she thought. She wrapped her fingers around the knob, twisted, and swung open the door.

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She came every week like clockwork. She always came in on the same day, same time and used the same confessional with the same priest to absolve her of her sins. It was like torture to him. He would pray every week after she left and learned that praying before he knew she would come, that it would give him strength and the power to resist the impure thoughts. To resist...her.

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Prologue Julia was happy with her life. It wasn't a great life by any means, but she always told herself that she could be a lot worse off. She had a reasonably well paid job and was regarded with respect at the office. Being single meant that she wasn't tied down and could devote the necessary hours to her work. She did feel a little lonely at times, but she tried to keep herself occupied and not think about it too much.

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