Jesus and Mary
Author’s note: This story is inspired by my research into the Carpocratian Heresy. The Carpocratians were Gnostic Christians from the 2nd Century AD and earlier, who held extremely sexual notions of Jesus and His ministry. Their worship services were, in fact, ritualized orgies. For obvious reasons, they were stamped out of existence as soon as the ‘True’ Church gained political power. I’ve woven some Carpocratian doctrine in with the sex. Had the cult survived to the modern day (and who knows; maybe they have!), I think their gospel might read something like this:

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Joseph brooded over his breakfast, wrestling with the wicked thoughts crowding his mind. He’d always held these filthy fantasies about his wife. But lately, they had grown more frequent, and more desirable with repetition. He found it harder to push them away. Making things worse, he couldn’t even enjoy the temptations assailing him. His shriveled old cock no longer worked.

God could have chosen any bitch to bear His son, he complained to himself. Why did it have to be my wife? He’d begun to resent God for His selfishness.

And God was selfish, Joseph was convinced. To bring His son into the world, God had chosen the sexiest woman on earth, decreed her a virgin for life, and married her to a decrepit old man who couldn’t get it up anymore. Joseph was there only to be a caretaker, and to save Mary from the stoning that the Law demanded for unwed mothers.

Cuckolded by God, he thought to himself, and not without a little hate.

Mary touched his hand. ‘Are you all right, Husband?’ she asked.

Joseph looked up into those big, beautiful, limpid—and impossibly innocent—eyes of hers. He told himself that she wasn’t capable of the acts he imagined her doing.

He forced a smile and said, ‘I’m fine, dear. Just some things on my mind.’ He got up from the table. ‘I should get to work,’ he concluded.
Mary and Jesus walked Joseph to the door where, opening it, he paused. Eyeing the mass of clouds in the east, he observed, ‘It might rain, later. I’ll be home early if it does.’

‘I’ll have your supper ready,’ Mary promised.

Joseph turned then to Jesus and clasped his shoulders. ‘Your bar-mitzvah was last Sabbath,’ he observed. ‘You’re a man, now. It’s time you learned a trade. Want to come to work with me?’ While Jesus hesitated, he added, ‘Carpentry won’t make you a rich man, but it’ll keep you an honest one. There’s honor in learning a craft.’

‘I must be about my Father’s business,’ the young man replied.

Of course, Joseph wasn’t Jesus’s true father. But the words stung him, nonetheless. With a grim smile, he sighed, ‘All right. Take care of your mother while I’m gone.’

‘I’ll see to Mom’s every need,’ Jesus assured him. He traded quick, sidelong glances with his mother, fighting a knowing smile.

Joseph then turned to his wife. He gathered her hands in his and kissed her forehead. This was as much affection as he dared since he felt unworthy to even touch her. He worshipped her like a goddess, second in holiness only to God himself. He should’ve considered himself lucky that God let a withered old pervert like him share his house with this ravishing beauty.

‘Don’t let Jesus be idle today,’ he said.

‘I’ll keep him busy,’ she replied. ‘Don’t worry, he’ll have lots to do.’ A faint smile played about her lips that she found hard to suppress.

Joseph failed to notice his wife’s mysterious smirk, or the second exchange of glances with her son. He gathered his toolbox and departed, leaving the door open behind him. His carpentry shop stood a little way down the path, nearer the traffic of Nazareth.

While Mary watched her aged husband leave, Jesus sidled beside her. She felt his hand cup the cheek of her firm ass and begin to grope it. She moaned, and her breaths grew quicker. She glanced down to see her son’s cock already hard with the Holy Spirit, turning his robe into a tent. The Holy Spirit was at work in her, too, making her virgin cunt warm and wet, and her nipples pucker.

Mary traced her fingertips along the ridge of her son’s erection, caressing it. ‘Are you ready to see to Mommy’s every need, Jesus?’ she whispered.

Without a word, Jesus quietly shut the door. Then he took his mother’s arm and steered her toward her bedroom.

Mary hurried to get naked, but her son was quicker. Her robe was still bunched about her waist when Jesus flung her onto the bed and climbed on top of her.

‘Jesus!’ she giggled as he wrestled her. ‘You have to let Mommy get her clothes off!’

‘You’re too slow, Mom,’ he replied. Taking hold of her robes, he tugged them down her hips. Mary wriggled to help him strip them off her. In a trice, she lay bare before her son.

Kneeling on the bed, Jesus roughly turned her onto her belly. With a wolfish growl, he clamped his mouth onto her butt-cheek, gnawing and sucking hungrily.

‘Jesus, what are you doing to Mommy?’ she cried. ‘Oh! That hurts, honey. Ow…ow!’

Jesus released her, and Mary caressed her injured ass.

‘That hurt, sweetie!’ she pouted.

Jesus touched his mother’s ass and, looking upward, prayed to his heavenly Father. Instantly, the sting in her butt-cheek disappeared, although the mark remained.

Mary rolled onto her back and stretched, kittenish, letting her son see the fullness of her perfect beauty: plump and perky tits topped with pert, pink nipples; slender waist and curving hips; thighs firm like marble; and the sweet triangle of auburn fuzz between her legs, glistening wet with the Holy Spirit.

Beside her, Jesus took hold of his erection and began stroking it. He had only been fucking his mother for a week—since he’d come of age at his bar mitzvah—and already, she was cock-whipped.

Mary admired her son’s organ. It wasn’t excessive—seven inches or so—but it was venous and thick, sturdy and strong, and it always went hard for her. With its gentle upward curve, it fit her wonderfully.

Mary sat up in a slow, graceful move. Glancing down, she turned her hip to examine the mark he’d left on her otherwise-perfect ass. It was shaped like a heart.

‘Oh, how sweet!’ she cooed, then walked on her knees toward him. She wrapped her arms about his neck and shoulders, while he took hold of her hips. With barely an inch between their noses, she whispered, ‘I love you too, my darling boy.’

Their mouths pressed together in a hungry kiss, lips gnawing, tongues writhing and slithering, breaths coming in moans of smoldering passion.

While they kissed, Jesus slid a hand to his mother’s ass, the other to her tit, and groped her.

Mary responded by slipping her own hand down her son’s firm, flat torso to play with his cock. She tugged at it, kneading it in her fingers and teasing its tip with her cunt-lips.

When their kiss broke, Jesus moved down to her neck. ‘You’re so beautiful, Mom,’ he groaned. ‘So fucking sexy!’

‘Thank you, honey.’

He stopped to gaze into her eyes. ‘You’re so sexy that God had to bring you up to Heaven just to fuck you.’

Mary blushed at his flattery—a vestige of her former, modest self—and pressed a gentle kiss on his lips. ‘You have your Father’s cock,’ she told him.

Jesus planted a wet kiss on her nipple. ‘Did you suck it, Mom?’ he asked. ‘Did you suck God’s cock?’

Mary grinned. She had already told her son—many times, and in delicious detail—of everything she had done with God the night Jesus was conceived. She knew he just liked hearing it. ‘Of course, I sucked your Father’s cock,’ she replied. ‘I knelt before Him and took it into my mouth like a good girl. I took it so deep into my throat that I choked on it. And when God filled my mouth with the Holy Spirit, I swallowed every drop of it.’

Jesus cupped his mother’s face and licked her lips. Then he rose to his feet saying, ‘I must be about my Father’s business.’ His stiff, throbbing cock jutted an inch from her face.

Mary gazed up at her son and beamed, taking hold of the base of his organ. She licked the pre-cum from its tip and savored its salty flavor. Working her lips and tongue, she tasted the length of his shaft and nibbled his balls. Then slowly, she drew his cock into her mouth.

‘Oh, Mom!’ Jesus groaned. ‘Your mouth feels so good!’ He started churning his hips to match her rhythm, fucking her face.

While she sucked, Mary cupped her son’s balls with the other hand and fondled them. They were heavy and full, promising a tremendous flood. As she had done for God, she meant to let not a droplet of Holy Spirit go to waste.

Though she had started slow and gentle, Mary grew steadily more aggressive, plunging onto her son’s cock until it was stabbing her throat. She made small gulping, gurgling sounds with each lunge.

Jesus took note of his mother’s hunger. ‘You like choking on me, Mom?’ he asked.

Mary withdrew with a heated gasp. ‘Not always,’ she said. ‘But today, the Holy Spirit tells me I need to be punished.’ She tongued his balls before continuing, ‘You can get a little rough with Mommy, sweetheart.’ With a smile, she concluded, ‘I’m your whore, honey. And that’s how whores need to be treated.’

Jesus nodded. ‘All right, Mom. You’ve earned it.’

He seized Mary by the hair and pulled her head forward, shoving his cock deep into her throat. He fucked her mouth hard, forcing her to make more of those funny, gurgling sounds. He pinched her nose to make her work for air, and even triggered her gag reflex.

‘Play with your cunt, bitch!’ he ordered. ‘Show me how much you like it!’

As ever, Mary obeyed. Letting go of his balls, she moved that hand between her thighs and started masturbating furiously. Soon, she was spilling fluid everywhere. Spittle dripped from her chin, tears ran from her eyes, and streamers of cum oozed down her legs.

Jesus gritted his teeth while his balls tightened. ‘Take the Holy Spirit, bitch!’ he snarled, holding his mother’s face hard against him. His sperm came pulsing out in hot jets, filling Mary’s mouth.

Mary choked, struggling to breathe. But good mother that she was, she worked hard to swallow every ounce of it. She failed a little. Rivulets came out the corners of her mouth to dribble down her chin and neck, and drip onto her tits.

Slowly, Jesus eased his softening cock from his mother’s mouth. He sank to his knees in front of her and sighed, exhausted.

Panting, he told her, ‘That was beautiful, Mom. The Holy Spirit is truly within you.’ Caressing her pretty face, he added, ‘I’m sorry for calling you a bitch.’

Mary smiled. ‘Don’t apologize for the Holy Spirit, Jesus. Besides, I like being your bitch.’ She made her point by licking a dollop of cum from her lip. ‘Just…you can call me that only when we’re fucking. All right?’

‘Of course, Mom,’ he agreed, and kissed her.

Mary pulled back a little. ‘Jesus!’ she cried, giggling. ‘You’re tasting your own sperm!’

‘I know,’ he replied. He pulled her close to kiss again.

This time, Mary was happy to share his cum with him, her own tongue plunging and writhing with his. Realizing that he liked it made her wonder: did Jesus want to fuck a man? The thought of her son sucking a cock or taking one into his ass thrilled her, and the Holy Spirit brought fresh tingles to her cunt. She hoped that, if he ever did so, she’d be there to watch.

Jesus withdrew his tongue from his mother’s mouth. ‘All right, Mom,’ he said, ‘lay down, now.’ Gently, he eased her onto her back.

Feigning innocence, she asked, ‘What are you going to do to Mommy?’

He laughed quietly. Then near her ear, he whispered, ‘I’m going to bless your cunt with my tongue.’

Giggling, she cooed, ‘I hoped you’d say that.’

Jesus closed his mouth onto hers, and their tongues played together. While they kissed, his hand slid down, pausing a moment to fondle her tit, then to caress her flat belly and beyond. Reaching between her legs, he combed through the soft, velvety fur. Then grasping her cunt in a firm hold, he massaged the lips before pushing a finger inside. She was slick with wetness.

Mary groaned within their kiss.

Reluctantly, Jesus removed his tongue from his mother’s mouth. He licked and nipped his way down her neck to her breasts. There, he gave her tit a firm squeeze and fiercely sucked on the jutting nipple. His mouth then continued down her torso.

All the while, Mary writhed and mewled for her son’s finger working inside her. It was as good a frigging as any she could give herself—better, in fact. As Jesus’s mouth came nearer to his promise, she drew her knees to her nipples and spread her thighs wide. With this symbolic posture, she was presenting her blessed cunt as a gift to him.

Jesus sank between his mother’s legs and clamped his mouth on her cunt, gnawing it eagerly. He savored her tart taste, and voiced his pleasure with throaty, animal groans. His plunging finger doubled its rhythm, to make her sweet cum ooze forth.

Mary grew ecstatic, her moans heightening in their pitch. She gripped the edge of the bed with one hand, and gently petted her son’s hair with the other.
‘That’s a good boy,’ she gasped, churning her hips to encourage the divine orgasm her son was building up in her. ‘Eat your Mommy, Jesus!’

Jesus turned his eyes up to hers, expressing in them all the desire he had for her. His tongue worked her clitoris while his finger massaged her G-0J12B0Q3SG. Seeing his mother in ecstasy, he buried his face deeper into her and sucked the folds of her labia into his mouth.

Mary arched her back and tossed her head about, her cries growing louder and shriller. With her feet, she stroked his back and shoulders. The hand petting his hair was now pulling his face into her.

‘Do you love it, Jesus?’ she whimpered. ‘Do you love the taste of Mommy’s cunt?’

Of course, Jesus did; but he didn’t want to stop licking her to answer. Instead, he responded by inserting a second finger into his mother.

Mary’s orgasm came, as overwhelming as an ocean wave. With a shriek, she clenched, and a thin spring of cum squirted into Jesus’s mouth. She convulsed and seized up again while her spasming cunt sprayed a second, stronger stream on his face.

Jesus slowly withdrew his fingers. He climbed into the bed beside his mother, letting her enjoy the climax he’d given her.

Mary was still quivering and trembling with pleasure. She rolled onto her side so that she could be intimate with her son. Between panting breaths, she said, ‘When God told me that you’d be my lover, I had no idea how good you were going to be at it. You make me cum like He did!’

Jesus smiled and caressed his mother’s hip. ‘What you feel is the Kingdom of Heaven,’ he told her. ‘The thrill in your body is nothing. The body itself is nothing. Your orgasms don’t come from your body, but from your soul. It’s your ecstasy of being in communion with God.’

Mary nodded in understanding and kissed him. Gently then, she darted her tongue to clean Jesus’s face of her cum.

‘Now you know how delicious you are,’ he said.

Beaming, she giggled, ‘Too bad I can’t lick myself, or I would!’

Jesus laughed along with her. He cupped her cheek and told her, ‘I thank my Father in Heaven for choosing you. You’re the best Mom a boy could wish for.’ He caressed her tit and started fondling it to make his point.

Mary stared lovingly into his eyes and kissed him again. But a troubling shadow seemed to cross her face.

Jesus noted her pensiveness. ‘Mom,’ he chided, ‘I’ve told you not to dwell on that anymore.’

Mary knew that her son could read her thoughts, and she’d never quite gotten used to it. ‘I try not to, honey,’ she replied. ‘But I can’t help it, sometimes. The angel came and told me that I would bear the Son of God. It terrifies me to remember that I said ‘yes’ to the Demiurge.’

‘You said ‘yes’ to God,’ Jesus insisted.

‘I thought the Demiurge was God!’ With a shudder, she added, ‘I hate to imagine what my life would’ve been if…’ Her voice trailed off, and dread overtook her.

Jesus put a tender kiss on his mother’s brow and comforted her. ‘Your eyes were shut then, Mom. Now, they’re open. You said ‘yes’ to God, even in your blindness, and He’s taken off your blinders. You’re no longer confused by good and evil. He broke the power Abraham’s god held over you and erased the lies of the Lawgiver from your heart. Your Faith has freed you.’

Mary marveled at her son’s wisdom, and she blinked away a tear that her frightened thoughts had brought up. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said, smiling. ‘This isn’t lovemaking talk.’ With a demure bite of her lip, she reached down and took hold of her son’s flaccid cock. ‘Are you ready to stick this into me?’ she cooed.

With only a few strokes, Jesus grew stiff in her hand.

Mary smiled and whispered, ‘There’s a boy who truly loves his Mommy!’

Jesus proved her words with another kiss. While they traded tongues, he brought his hand down between his mother’s legs. As before, he took hold of her cunt with a firm grasp and started massaging it. Soon, his palm and fingers were dripping with her cum.

Jesus then got to his knees and hung Mary’s leg over his shoulder. He used her cum to lubricate himself.

‘Ooh!’ Mary moaned. ‘New position!’ She eyed his slickened cock with anticipation and licked her lips.

Jesus teased his mother’s cunt with the tip of his cock, gliding it gently along the lips.

Mary writhed, eager to feel her son inside her. Unable to withstand it anymore, she gasped, ‘Please fuck me, Jesus! Please put it inside me!’

With a mischievous grin, Jesus finally did what his Mom begged of him. His tip went inside her hole, making her cry out.

‘Ooooh, fuck!’
Mary’s permanent virginity, a gift from God, meant that her cunt would always be tight and pristine. But it also meant a little bit of pain at the start of each fuck.

Jesus began prodding her slowly, going a little deeper with each thrust. Despite her invitation to play rough, he didn’t want to hurt her by ramming it home.
Mary’s discomfort soon became one with her pleasure. Even before Jesus was fully in her, she was gasping in that high, throaty pitch and crying, ‘fuck me!’ with each breath.

Jesus practiced variation—just how his Mom liked it. He went fast, then slow; short thrusts, then long ones; in and out, then round-and-round; holding still a few seconds when he was balls-deep in her; pulling out and spanking her labia with it. And he drove his mother wild.

Mary, writhing and twisting with holy passion, gripped the edges of the bed until its seams were ripping. Her breaths came so hard and quick that she could barely speak, and her fuck-me’s became high-pitched squeals. The cum gushing from her cunt was so profuse, it flecked on her son’s torso in little droplets and dripped down his balls.

But Jesus wasn’t done bringing the love of God to his mother. With one thumb, he diddled her clit; with the other, he rubbed her well-oiled butt-hole.

This sent Mary over the top. Her face contorted in ecstasy, she squeaked, ‘Cum inside me, Jesus! Cum inside Mommy!’

Jesus’s balls tightened, and he shoved his cock all the way into her. He cried out, almost in pain, as he filled her cunt with the Holy Spirit.

Mary’s calves clenched tight around her son’s frame. ‘Oooh, Goooddd!’ she howled, her own orgasm tearing through her body like an electric wave.

Mother and son climaxed together in a cacophony of cries and groans, of squeals and grunts. When his erection softened, Jesus slipped it out of his mother and collapsed beside her on the bed. Mary moaned and rubbed her tender labia. They both panted to catch their breaths.

When they could move again, Mary cuddled on her son’s chest, and he wrapped his arms around her.

‘I’m not going to get pregnant again, am I?’ she asked.

‘No,’ Jesus assured her. ‘God’s already seen to that. We can’t have a Son of Son of God. It would just confuse things.’

‘Good,’ she replied. ‘I much prefer fucking.’

‘Me too.’

‘Our best fuck yet,’ Mary sighed. ‘You should be proud of yourself, Jesus. You outdid your Father, this time.’

He made a gentle laugh and kissed her forehead. ‘That, Mother, was the Kingdom of Heaven. That’s what it’s like to be united with God: an eternal orgasm, in a never-ending orgy.’

‘It sounds exhausting!’ she moaned.

Jesus laughed again. ‘For these weak mortal frames, yes—it is exhausting. For nothing made by the Demiurge can withstand the power of God. It’s for this reason that I came into the world.’

‘To fuck your Mommy?’ she giggled.

Despite her laugh, he was serious. ‘Yes; and others. The human soul, trapped in the body, yearns for God. The orgasm is the soul united with God.’

Mary pouted a bit. ‘So, you’re going to have other lovers?’

‘Of course,’ he replied.

‘Women and men?’

‘Remember what I told you after our first fuck?’ he reminded her. ‘‘God is in every cock, and every cunt is His kingdom.’ What you and I know is not meant for us alone. We must bring the love of God to everyone who can accept it.’

She told him, ‘I’m a little sad that I can’t keep you to myself.’

‘Don’t be jealous, Mom,’ he chided her. ‘I won’t be leaving you. We’re just going to invite more into our bed. My lovers will be your lovers, both women and men. There’s no such thing as a former lover in the Kingdom of Heaven, for we’re all one family. Mothers and sons, fathers and daughters, brothers and sisters—all fucking one another. It’ll be an orgy. An eternal, beautiful orgy.’

Mary sat up to kiss him. ‘That does sound beautiful! I’ve always wondered about fucking another woman. I think I’ll like it.’

‘We’re going to start with Joseph,’ he told her. ‘Tonight. His eyes are still shut, but the Holy Spirit has been at work in him. He’s ready to abandon the Demiurge and find the true God.’

‘How will we do that?’ she wondered.

‘It will rain,’ Jesus replied, ‘and Joseph will come home early. He’ll find us together, just as we are. He’ll be shocked, at first; but then, he’ll be overjoyed and grateful. He already imagines us fucking, so he’ll know that God—the true God—has answered his prayers.’

‘He imagines you fucking me?’ Mary gasped in disbelief. ‘I’d never guess that about him.’

Jesus told her, ‘He wants you to sit on his face while I fuck you.’

‘Really?’ she burst out with a giggle.

‘Don’t laugh, Mother,’ Jesus corrected her. ‘Joseph wants to worship you and be your slave. It’s how the Holy Spirit is moving him toward God. Don’t shame him for it. Shame has no place in the Kingdom.’

She subdued her amusement. ‘You’re right; I’m sorry. It just surprised me, I guess. We’ve been married all this time, and I…well, he’s not the man I thought I knew, apparently.’

Mary rested her head on her son’s shoulder, and they lay quiet for a time. Then she asked, ‘Jesus, do you want my virginity?’ Before he could reply, she went on, ‘You could ask your Father for it. I’d be happy to give it to you.’

After long thought, Jesus decided, ‘No, Mom. It’s a very loving offer, but I want your cunt to stay as it is—perfect. The Demiurge only created the hymen to make women afraid to fuck. That keeps women and men separated from God. So, by remaining intact, you defy him. You mock him with every cock you let inside you.’

Mary nodded. ‘All right. Your will be done.’

There came a rumble of thunder outside. Patters of rain started to fall, and a whiff of ozone came through the window.

‘Rain, just like you said,’ Mary observed. ‘Joseph will be home soon.’

Jesus told her, ‘He’s already on his way.’

Mary sat up. ‘I think we should be fucking when he gets here,’ she said. ‘Don’t you think so?’

‘I do,’ he nodded.

She took her son’s cock and began stroking it. As always, it only took a few to make him hard again.

‘And I should be on top, facing the door,’ she continued, straddling Jesus for reverse-cowgirl. ‘That way, he’ll know that I’m fucking you willingly, and he’ll see the joy on my face.’

‘That’s good thinking, Mom.’

Mary sank onto his erection, once more groaning for the initial pain. Glancing back at him, she asked, ‘You don’t mind staring at Mommy’s ass, do you?’

Jesus laughed and answered her with a playful smack on each cheek.

There was another rumble, a flash of lightning, and the rain came down in earnest.

With her hands braced on her son’s thighs, Mary began to plunge her hips, churning her cunt with his cock.

Jesus watched his mother’s beautiful ass moving up and down, and a delightful idea came to him. He put his finger into his mouth to make it wet. Then he pushed it into his Mom’s puckered butt-hole.

She shot a look of surprise at him over her shoulder. But her gasp of ‘Jesus!’ quickly turned into a giggle.

Jesus continued to ream his mother’s asshole with a twisting motion, matching her rhythm.

The outer door rattled and opened.

‘He’s coming,’ Jesus said.

With an ecstatic laugh, Mary replied, ‘So am I!’

A bewildered Joseph entered the bedroom with his robe, beard and gray hair dripping wet. He stared aghast, hardly believing the sight he beheld—his blessed wife fucking her own son: the Son of God.

Mary smiled at him. ‘Hello, husband,’ she greeted between moans. ‘Welcome home!’

Confused, Joseph looked down…at his own erection. After so many frustrating years, his cock had come back to life. Truly, it was nothing less than a miracle. He fell to his knees before them in gratitude and, turning his eyes heavenward, cried, ‘God be praised!’

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