the Pastor's Son

CHAPTER 2: SUNDAY DINNER

"Tori that dress is too short"

"Mom it's a sundress"

"But why can I see your right thigh?? "

"Well if you said something earlier, I would have been able to change it. "

It's Sunday after church, and we're at the pastors house. It was a beautiful red brick home with flowers and trees in the front. The pastor had invited me and my mom over for dinner. They've been pretty close lately...he was recently divorced, and lived with his son.

Mom sighed and knocked on the door.

Jamal answered with a surprised look on his face. "Tori? What are you doing here? "

"The pastor invited me and my mom over for sunday dinner. "

His dad came up to the door and when he noticed my mom he said, "Praise the Lord sister Keisha! "

"Praise the Lord pastor Ralph! How are you today? "

"Well lm doing just fine. Come on in and have a seat. "

We all walked in. The inside was gorgeous. There was a stairway with a beautiful polished railing and a chandelier hanged from the middle of the ceiling. I nearly broke my neck observing the house.

"You have a beautiful home Pastor Ralph"

"Why thank you sister Tori! Jamal started cooking in the kitchen, so go on and help him out. "

Me and Jamal walked towards the kitchen while the pastor and my mom sat on the couch and talked. We started to make the rest of the food. After I put the chicken in the oven, I started to head for the living room. He grabbed my arm, turned me around, and began to plant kisses on my collarbone. I let out a sigh and his fingers were on the small of my back. I froze and said "Jamal we can't do this right now, our parents are in the other room.. "

He gave me a look and said "So? "

"So," I said breaking away and walking behind the counter, "No freaky action, we need to watch this chicken and make sure it doesn't burn. "

He walked behind me, got on his knees, lifted my dress, and kissed up my thigh. Soon, he began to eat me out in the kitchen. My back arched and I moaned "Jamal... Stop..." He ignored me and kept going, swirling his tongue around.

My mom and Pastor Ralph were laughing in the other room. "I'm gonna go check on the kids.. " I heard my mom say.

"Jamal my mom's coming get up.. "

He ignored me completely and began to suck on my clit. I tried to contain myself as my mom walked in the kitchen. "Hey Tori, it smells delicious in here. "

"Oh, uh thanks! "

"Where's Jamal? "

"He-he went to the bathroom."

"Okay, well let me see the chicken.. "

She began to walk behind the counter when I quickly said "No! No need, it's just been put in the oven and should be done in a hour or so. I'll come back in the living room with some lemonade if you're thirsty. "

"Okay, are you sure? "

Jamal slipped two fingers in and began to lick faster. My face turned red.

I let out a small moan and said "Yes! I'm sure. I'll be there in a few minutes.. "

"Alright, are you okay? You look flustered. "