Worshiped By A Cult – Part 1: Becoming a God

This is the story of my life in a cult and my experience being worshiped by it, starting at the age of 13.

Growing up, I didn’t really have a normal childhood. After all, I did grow up in a cult.

For as long as I can remember, my family and I had been living in the town of Eden, a gorgeous place located in a forested mountain valley. If you saw It yourself, I’m sure you’d agree that the name fit the location. Regardless, Eden was a very beautiful place with a humble populace that lived simple lives… that also was part of a cult.

My grandfather was the founder of this town and was glorified as a prophet and messiah by most of the population. But I knew better. He was a conman and a lecher who took advantage of people’s faith in order to grow rich and to fuck as many people as he wanted.

I always had a curious and skeptical mind, and my mother once jokingly said that my first word was “Why?”. Indeed, I didn’t believe in God or in the miraculous transformation of bread into flesh or wine into blood and I especially didn’t believe in anything my charlatan grandfather wrote down.

Ever since you reached the age of reason, I concluded that religion was merely a tool used to control and manipulate primitive people and that it was man that created God, not vice versa.

But that night… the year I turned 13. It all had felt magical. It was like I was being reborn.

I will never forget that night.

As demanded by the scripture my deceased grandfather and father had upheld, I stood naked in the holy temple. My naked young body was illuminated by the moonlight that shimmered through the windows and the few torches that surrounded the altar before me.

On it, laid my naked mother. Her body laid sensually across the golden slab as she looked at me with love and adoration in her eyes. Her beautiful red hair was let out and fell across her perky breasts and pink nipples. Her pussy was clean-shaven and glistening with arousal. Adorning her body were pieces of golden jewelry. All of it created an exotic scene.

Stepping forward to her, she began to speak.

“I’m ready for you my son, my god. I lay here in submission to you. Tonight, I give you everything. Tonight I let you claim me, mind, body, and soul. Tonight I shall be your mother, your lover, your wife, and your slave. Whatever you wish of me I shall do.”

Truly, in that moment, I felt like a god. To see my strict and conservative mother lay there like an exotic sex slave offering herself that deeply in submission to me… I no longer cared if this whole cult was a lie. I was going to take advantage of it to the fullest.

I remember that night vividly to this day.

As I approached my mother, the townsfolk and priests in the temple had begun to sing quietly. Their words were filled with praise and adoration for their new god. Taking my final step, I stopped as my hard cock brushed against my mother’s lips.

The two of us had gasped in pleasure at the contact and I felt spurred on by the sensation.

“Please son, take me.” My mother had called.

Pushing in, I let out a low moan as my mother’s wet lips engulfed my shaft. Every inch I fed in began to awaken a strong desire within me. It was a hunger I never knew I had. A hunger to take my mother.

Before I knew it, I was on top of my mother, thrusting in and out of her like a madman as her legs wrapped around my waist and our mouths clashed together. The sounds of slapping flesh and muffled moans filled the halls of the temple as the chorus of singing picked up in volume.

Sadly though, a 13 year old boy only has so much stamina, especially when it’s his first time. After a period of thrusting, I could feel myself reaching my peak and I believe my mom knew it too as her hold on me tightened.

“Don’t you pull out sweety. Give your mommy all your seed. Make me yours. I am your whore.”

I had never heard my mom use such language before, nor in regards to calling herself such a name. At that moment I was pushed over the edge and I released my seed deep into my mother’s womb. The second my cock began squirting rope after rope of cum, I could feel her body tense up before her back arched and the most erotic sounding moan left her lips.

I remember feeling a tad embarrassed once the applauding started, but the hug and kiss my mother gave me helped reassure me.

Needless to say, there was not any sleep that night. I had just experienced sex for the first time and wanted more. Conveniently I also had a mommy that would do whatever I wanted.

…

For the rest of the night, I subjected my mother to all the depraved ideas and desires that were coming up. By morning, not a single inch of her skin, nor hole of her body was left untouched by my cock or cum. She was left a shivering mess on our bed, covered in my cum, but it was her next words that would expand my desires.

“What else do you want?”

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