My mother was out of town for a few weeks, so I volunteered to help her organize her house. She lived on a ranch on the outskirts of Phoenix, and ever since her divorce, she had let the house go. I started cleaning and organizing each room, throwing out things I knew she would never use. Going through the spare bedroom, I noticed a box in the closet. Pulling out the box and opening it, I found a Playboy magazine with my mother on the front cover. It was a surprising discovery, as I never imagined my mother posing for Playboy. The magazine was from the 80s and talked about a scandal she was involved in. This was all news to me, so I sat on the floor and began treading.

My mother was involved in a scandal in the 1980s when she was 19. She had an affair with a famous televangelist, and to cover it up, the televangelist had paid people quite a lot of money to keep quiet. However, the story got out, and the news ran with it. In the box was a scrapbook filled with newspaper cutouts of the story. It seems my mother had kept all mentions of her that were in the press. Inside the box was another Playboy magazine with her on the cover. The first magazine had very tasteful pictures of her, while the second magazine had pictures of her much more racy and sexy since it looked like she had had a breast enhancement. I never knew she had done this because I usually see her in work clothing on the ranch, working in the barn. Since she had always looked the same to me (I was 18), the realization that she looked quite different when she was my age was also enlightening.

After reading all this, I decided to go online to find information about the televangelist she had an affair with. I discovered his name was Tim Barker, and he was still working as a pastor. He spent some time in prison for the embezzlement of funds, funds he used to pay my mother off, but went back to the profession immediately after he was released from jail. I also found some photos of him online, present and taken during the scandal, and could see why my mother was so taken with him back then. Although in his early 70s, he still looked handsome and virile.

I had always had a thing for much older men. The idea of having sex with a man 30,40 or even 50 years older than me always turned me on. I had never attempted to seduce an older man since the idea scared me, and I was not exactly the most experienced of girls when it came to sex. However, after reading all the material I found in the closet, I had a fun idea.

In the box were many of my mother's clothes from the 1980s. People always remarked that my mother and I looked uncannily alike when she was my age and, looking at the photos of her when she was my age, we could've been twins - other than the 80s-style hair. Quickly trying on some of her old clothes, I found they fit me perfectly. At the bottom of the box was a wig.

"Haha!" I said to myself, "Mom was cheating back then, even with her hair!"

Taking some clothes with me, I returned to my house to formulate my plan. Putting on the clothes and wig and checking myself in the mirror, I found myself a perfect match. Reverend Barker was still preaching in the area, so I planned to visit his church during his following sermon tomorrow night. The plan was in motion.

The church was packed when I arrived. I pushed through the crowds of old people and sat down, waiting for the show to start. The Reverend came on stage and began his sermon, the usual fire-and-brimstone stuff. In the middle of the show, he asked if people were ready to be born again, and if they were, they should come up the front. Seeing my chance, I made my way to the lineup.

The look on his face was priceless as I got to the front of the line. I did not say a word; I just smiled as he gently touched me to prepare to receive the sacrament or whatever they did. Afterwards, an usher approached and quietly gave me a pass backstage.

As I entered his changing room, I could see the shock and confusion on his face. He was at a loss for words as he stared at me, the spitting image of my mother from decades ago. After an eternity of silence, he finally spoke up in a shaky voice.

"You... you can't be her. It's impossible," he stammered, trying to make sense of the situation.

I gave him a sly smile and replied, sounding eerily similar to my mother's, "Oh, but I am. Or should I say I'm her daughter?"

Realization dawned on his face as he connected the dots. "So, you planned this entire charade to confront me?" he asked, a hint of fear creeping into his eyes.

I nodded slowly, enjoying the power I held over him. "I wanted to see the man who bought off my mother. I wanted to see what kind of man attracted a young girl when he was so much older. What did you have that younger man didn't?"

He looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my chest, before slowly meeting my gaze. "You're a sight to behold, just as stunning as your mother was back then," he said, a hint of longing creeping into his voice.

"Not going to answer the question?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I've always had a thing for women who remind me of my younger days," he admitted, a faraway look in his eyes. "It's a way of reliving the past, maintaining my youth, I suppose."

"Did you enjoy the power dynamic? Did that excite you as well?"

His eyes widened in realization. "It's true," he whispered, almost to himself. "I wanted to be in control, to dominate. Your youth is something I want to possess, and since I can't actually take it away from you, I can use it to my advantage"

"What about you"? he asked. "Why did you come here dressed like your mother, lookin' so sexy and hot, just like she did? You have some unfulfilled fantasies yourself?"

I couldn't help but smile at his openly perverted question. "You could say that," I responded, examining his handsome face and toned physique. "I wanted to know what it feels like to be desired by a powerful, older man. To be a part of that same fantasy you enjoyed so much with my mother."

My words took him aback, but his eyes never left mine. "I never took her fantasies into account. I thought I was fulfilling my desires."

I shrugged nonchalantly. "It's all the same in the end. Everyone is getting something out of it."

He seemed momentarily lost in thought before slowly rising from his chair. "So, you want to experience these fantasies for yourself?"

I nodded, my heart pounding with both nerves and anticipation. "I do."

He reached out and placed his hand on my shoulder. Pulling me close, he whispered, "Have you been a bad little sinner?"

I leaned into him, my breath catching as his words sent shivers down my spine. "Very bad, Awful,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled, a predatory grin spreading across his face as he pulled me close. "Then you deserve what you get," he growled, his hand moving from my shoulder to cup my face.

I closed my eyes, allowing my mind to drift to places unvisited. I could feel his touch, his gaze, his authoritarian nature. It was thrilling, yet terrifying.

"Show me how naughty you've been," he commanded, his voice low and sultry.

My eyes flew open, and I met his gaze, a spark of defiance flaring. "I've been naughty, Reverand," I said, our eyes locked in an intense gaze as I slowly moved down his body and started to unzip his pants. Already, I could see the considerable bulge forming, and I giggled, saying, "I now understand what my mother saw in you."

Pulling out his cock, I admired the size and girth of it. Rubbing gently, all the while keeping my eyes fixed on his, I moaned slightly as I felt it getting larger.

"Are you sure you can handle that?" he asked, a hint of false concern in his voice.

I smiled, my hand gliding up and down his shaft, "Don't worry, Reverand, I'm a quick learner," I teased, biting my lip seductively and slowly dropping to my knees.

His eyes grew darker, his hand tightly gripping the back of my head as I began to take him into my mouth. He groaned softly, a mix of pleasure and dominance in his voice.

"That's it, baby. Take it all."

I couldn't help but moan around his thick cock, the feeling of power and control he had over me only adding to the excitement. I drooled, my eyes never leaving his, as I took him deeper and deeper, feeling him hit the back of my throat.

"You're so good at this, just like your mother..." he moaned, as I could feel him twitch and shake in his mouth. I had no intention of having him cum just yet, as I had a lot more planned.

He looked down at me with a mix of surprise and lust, his grip tightening on the back of my head. "I can tell you've been practicing," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

I simply smiled around his cock, not breaking our eye contact. "I've had some experience, but there's always room for improvement."

He chuckled, running his hand through my hair. "Well then, let's see what else you've practiced."

Slowly, he guided me back to my feet and turned me around, pressing me against a nearby wall.

"Are you ready to be punished?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.

I bit my lip, nodding slowly. "Yes, Reverend. I need to pay for my sins."

He stepped close, his cock throbbing. I could see the veins on it and was unsure if I could handle it since it was much larger and thicker than any other man I had been with. I was also impressed that a man in his 70s could still be able to have such an erection and had a feeling that a blue pill or two was offering help. I imagined how many of his parishioners he had taken in this room, and I felt even hornier at the thought.

He moved his cock closer and closer until it gently touched my pussy.

He groaned softly, a mix of lust and power swirling in his eyes. "I want to feel you, baby. I want to take you and make you mine."

My heart beat faster as I felt the tip of his cock press against my entrance. I looked at him, our eyes locked in a fierce battle of desire and control.

"Please, Reverend," I whispered, barely above a murmur. "Punish me for my sinful ways."

A dark smile spread across his face, and he slowly pushed in. I gasped, feeling the intense stretch of his massive cock filling me.

"That's it, baby," he growled, his voice husky with desire. "Take it all."

I moaned around his thick cock, the feeling of power and control he had over me only adding to the excitement. I had never felt a cock like this, and the taboo of the situation only added to the thrill. Harder and faster, he slammed into me, the feeling of pleasure intensifying with each thrust.

My eyes rolled back as I felt him reach deep inside me, every inch of him screaming for me to submit to his dominant will. I moaned and gasped as I started to feel myself losing control.

"Oh, Reverend, you're so big, so powerful; please never stop," I pleaded, feeling myself pushed to the edge of ecstasy.

He smirked, his eyes burning with desire. "It's just the beginning, baby. I'm going to make you scream."

He pulled out, leaving me empty and wanting more, before thrusting back in, slamming himself hard and fast against my aching core. I cried out in pleasure, my body trembling with the intensity of his possession.

"You like that, huh? You like being fucked by your pastor?"

"Yes, Reverend," I whimpered, my voice barely audible over the sounds of his balls slapping my ass. I could feel myself getting ready to cum when he suddenly pulled out of me. Climbing on the desk, he began to position me above his throbbing cock.

"Spread your legs for me, baby," he commanded, his voice thick with lust.

I did as he asked, spreading my legs wide and exposing my aching pussy to him. I watched as he positioned himself at my entrance and slowly began to enter me again. The feeling of him sliding back inside me was intense, and I moaned loudly as he filled me.

"That's it, baby. Take it all. You're mine now," he growled, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

I arched my back, feeling the pleasure coursing through my body with each thrust. He was so big and complete; every inch of him felt amazing. I cried out in pleasure, my body trembling with desire.

"Yes, Reverend, fuck me! Make me yours!" I begged, feeling a deep sense of submission and powerlessness.

He obliged, fucking me harder and harder until I couldn't take it anymore. I felt a massive orgasm as he completed one final, powerful thrust and started to fill my pussy with his hot cum. He pulled out as I slumped back on the desk.

I noticed he had a shower in his office, so I shakily entered it and started washing myself. I had never been so thoroughly fucked in my life, and it felt amazing. He came into the shower with me and slowly washed me up and down, causing me to shiver excitedly. I noticed he was getting erect again, and when I commented on this, he grinned and said, "The joys of being an old man. For some reason, I can get an erection almost immediately after I cum, and the second one lasts a long time. Modern pharmaceuticals don't hurt either. I think you need to experience this phenomenon."

With that, he grabbed my head and pulled me down to his thick cock. I couldn't take my eyes off of it as he began to roughly fuck me in the mouth, something I had never experienced before. I found it very arousing as he thrust in and out of my mouth.

I moaned around his thick cock, feeling the power and dominance that he exerted over me. He was right; I would need to learn to adapt to this. Taking a deep breath, I focused on the sensation of his cock in my mouth, the feeling of his veins, and the rough texture of his pubic hair as my lips glided up and down his shaft.

His pace quickened, and I could feel his erection swelling in my mouth. I knew what was coming and grabbed his ass, pulling him in deeper, allowing him to thrust even more forcefully. I moaned and gagged, loving the feeling of his cock hitting the back of my throat. It was an intense sensation that I knew would be the highlight of our encounter.

Taking a deep breath, I focused on the sensation of his cock in my mouth, the feeling of his veins, and the rough texture of his pubic hair as my lips glided up and down his cock. I moaned around his thick cock, feeling the power and dominance that he exerted over me. He was right; I would need to learn to adapt to this.

He groaned and shook, the sensation building inside of him until he finally let out a loud moan, filling my mouth with his hot load. I gagged as I tried to swallow as much of it as I could. He relaxed after a bit, and when we washed ourselves, we returned to the room and passed out on the bed.

A few hours later, I awoke to find him on top of me, thrusting madly into my sore pussy. This old man seemed able to go for hours and showed no signs of age, as he fully used me.

He thrust hard for about ten minutes, and I could feel orgasm after orgasm swelling inside of me. I moaned and cried out, unable to hold back any longer, as my body shook with pleasure as I climaxed, my pussy contracting around his throbbing cock.

He grunted and thrust harder, his orgasm closing in. I could feel his cock swell even more inside me, and then he let out a deep groan. "Fuck, I'm cumming," he growled, his hips jerking wildly as he filled me with his hot seed. I could feel it filling me up and spilling out as it pulled out. We collapsed, thoroughly spent.

I awoke as the sun began to rise. Lying there quietly, listening to this old man snore beside me, I then understood what my mother had seen in this man. I could only imagine what he had been like twenty years ago if this was the kind of stamina he had. Looking at him, I saw him slowly waking up as I lay there. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep as he stretched and reached for me. Fully awake, he moved down the bed and positioned himself in front of my pussy and began to lick me awake gently.

I moaned softly at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue on my sensitive flesh. He licked me thoroughly, teasing my clit and gently probing my entrance. My body began to respond to his touch, and I could feel a new wave of desire building within me.

He stopped licking and gently pushed his fingers inside me, stretching me wide in preparation for another round. I gasped at the sensation, my body craving his touch.

"Are you ready for me, baby?" he asked, his voice low and sultry.

"Yes, Reverend," I breathed, my voice filled with lust.

He positioned himself at my entrance and slowly began to thrust inside me, his cock sliding in and out with ease. I moaned loudly, my body arching up to meet his every movement.

"You feel so good, baby," he grunted, thrusting harder and faster.

I cried out, my orgasm coming in waves as my tired pussy responded to his frantic thrusts. I swear he slammed into me for a good twenty minutes as he moved faster then slower, expertly bringing me to orgasm after orgasm.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, I let out a loud cry, my pussy muscles clenching around his thick cock as my body shook in pleasure.

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight," he rasped, thrusting deeper into me, his hips slamming against my ass.

I could feel his cock twitching and throbbing inside me, and then, with a loud groan, he pumped his load deep into me, filling me with his cum. I could feel his hot seed spurting inside me, coating the walls of my pussy.

As he collapsed on top of me, spent, I marvelled at the intensity of our encounter. This man was unlike any lover I had ever had before. He had a dominance and a strength that was both thrilling and humbling. I knew I would be sore for days, but I also knew I would return for more.

"Is this what you put my mother through?" I gasped as he pulled out of me.

He grinned and replied, "Why do you think I had to pay her off? I was fucking her so much, and it was the only way to make her stop visiting me. If my wife found out, I would have lost everything."

I couldn't help but laugh at his audacity. The thought of my mother doing the same things with this man felt both depraved and strangely thrilling. I didn't know why, but I couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship with her.

I looked up at the man lying beside me. "So, what are you going to do with me now?" I asked, a mix of fear and excitement coming through me.

He smiled wickedly. "Well, darling, I have a whole day ahead of me. There's so much more I can teach you."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me up, leading me to the bathroom. He turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature until it was perfect. "Now, let's get you cleaned up."

As the warm water cascaded over my body, he washed me gently, his strong hands caressing my skin. As I felt his finger gently probing my tight ass, I had a feeling what he planned to do next.