The Retard and the Church Milf

Mrs. Green is divorced and horny. No one is worthy enough to take her body–but she’s desperate. She sees the village retard and takes charge.

This is my latest kick. Good fun. Hope y’all enjoy.

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I took a few deep breaths. The church room had become hot. I couldn’t handle it anymore. The stupid hymns didn’t mean anything. The stupid prayers didn’t either. They hadn’t saved me–my marriage–or anybody. Jesus died on the cross, for Christ’s sake!

Here I was, divorce pending. Still attending my stupid church–it was good for the kids. Everything I did was good for the kids. It was the only thing I had going for me now, being a good mom. A sexy mom. Finding a husband willing to fuck me wouldn’t be hard. Lots of men had wanted to fuck me over the years. I had denied them because I was faithful to my stupid husband, but that didn’t stop him from banging a High School girl from the town over.

It isn’t really her fault. He met her on a dating app. His dating range set as low as legally possible. The fucking pervert. For some reason, hers was up to his age. She might have been doing it for a laugh and happened to find a married man she fancied. He never told me if he told her he was married, but I caught on. I found out and yelled at him and did everything I could to ruin his life. None of it worked. The cards are never stacked in a moms favor.

Oh, sure, I get the kids. I get to keep doing the hard work the man doesn’t want to do. Men complain about the system being stacked against them–being cheated out of their children, but half of them don’t even care. Half of these men wouldn’t even know what to do once they got the kids. They just hated their wives that much.

I looked up. Rafael walked by me. His frame wasn’t exactly petite, but he wasn’t particularly broad either. He was the size of a normal man. He was simple. There was no complication–and I doubt he was advanced enough to know how to cheat. He probably wasn’t advanced enough to know he was in a relationship.

That’s mean. I shouldn’t think like that. Rafael is a good-looking kid–he always had been. Shame that he had come out stupid. Unable to do much of anything. He was strong, that much I knew. At church events he could lift things all by himself that usually took two people. You gave him a simple task, and he could get it done.

I sat back and put my head against the wall. There was a light thud. I had to sidle up into the air. My dress had bunched up. I unfurled it and sat back down. Even now, I want to dress to impress. The problem was all the wrong people were impressed.

Married men loved to compliment me and imply they would cheat *with* me. They would give me this one *kindness*. Men don’t know a thing about kindness.

I let out a sigh.

I hadn’t been fucked in months.

Rafael walked back past me. During church, they let him roam the halls. He did no harm. He just couldn’t sit for long. He’d start trying to talk or make noise. It was disconcerting at first, but the solution was just to let him wander. He might come back, and I imagine he’d glean something from the lesson. Maybe even more than me.

The one good thing about Rafael is that he never talked much. Not really. He made noises and gestures towards conversation, but he mostly liked to be included. He’d give a superficial three-word response and move on with his day. Rafael was simple. Rafael was unlike every other man in that regard. Every man loved to hear himself talk. Rafael could barely get words out.

That was hot.

Only he was retarded.

And yet he would do anything you asked of him–if he could comprehend the task. That was a superpower—an inability in men everywhere. More men would get laid if they only knew that they should shut the fuck up. In that way, Rafael was better than them. Rafael, if he were normal, could get laid.

I bet he’d never had sex. Wouldn’t be able to tell me if he had, anyway. The boy was a black box of information.

Why am I even thinking about Rafael’s sex life? Am I that sex-starved? I’m just shy of imagining him tearing my dress off and fucking me.

I’d heard in the past–of retard sex. They were strong and senseless. They knew how to fuck, because they didn’t have to think. They only had that animal instinct that every woman wanted. To be wanted–and used–so thoroughly that the man couldn’t tear himself off.

It’s probably not fair to say every woman. It’s what I wanted. To feel wanted. To have a man who was so lost in my body that he’d lose control. A man so passionate–that he could only show me passion. *That* was retard sex, and in my sexless state, it sounded evermore enticing.

Rafael walked back toward me. He smiled at me.

That sweet smile of his. The stupid and vapid expression that tried to fool the world into thinking there was anything behind the eyes. He could fool you into loving him with those eyes.

“Come here,” I instructed.

He came without hesitation and stood in front of me.

“How are you?” I didn’t wait for a response. “Do you like how I look?”

He looked me up and down. He was thinking–giving my simple question the level of thought of quantum physics and other philosophical quandaries.

“Yes.”

“Good. Will you follow me?”

“Yes, Mrs. Green.”

It was sweet. He was cogent enough to know my name. I wanted him to fuck the cogency out of me. I wanted to be on his level.

I stood up and patted my green emerald dress down. It hugged my curves and showed off my breasts. The bible said not to lust, and I hadn’t paid attention if it said to avoid making men lust.

Besides, a man lusts even if the only thing he can see is nothing. Rape isn’t abolished in Islamic countries. They fuck over their woman like anywhere else.

I took Rafael by the hand and walked as far from people as I could. There was a small utility closet. I shoved Rafael inside and closed the door behind us.

I threw myself onto him–I hoped he wouldn’t need me to explain this. I kissed him. He kissed back.

“Sex.” He said.

Had he done this before?

“Not yet, retard.” I bit my bottom lip. I shouldn’t talk to him like that. “Kiss me, and listen. If you play your cards right, I might let that retard dick into my pussy. Does that sound fair?”

“Yes.”

“I bet it does.”

We kissed for a few minutes before I shoved my hands down his pants. I felt his cock grow in seconds. He was eager and horny. That’s exactly how I wanted him. I got down on my knees and unbuckled his pants.

I wouldn’t blow him for long–I was here for a fucking, but I needed him to be hard and ready.

I maneuvered my fingers beneath his balls and gently sucked on them before moving my tongue up from his balls to the head of his cock. I swallowed it. Rafael had his hands up against the wall.

“Muh–muh–Mrs. Green–” He was less literate and well-spoken than usual.

“Yes, Rafael? Do you want me to stop?” I stroked his cock all the while. I knew he didn’t want me to stop. He wanted this as much as I did.

“No.” He confirmed what I already knew.

I wetted his cock with my mouth one more time. When I pulled it out of my mouth I circled my tongue around the head and then ran my tongue down the side to his balls. I gripped his cock and stood up.

“You have to fuck me now. Understand?”

“Fuck?”

I dropped my head and laughed. Of course, he doesn’t know what fuck means. He’s heard it, probably said it, but to fuck me?

“You’re going to put this big dick of yours inside my pussy. That’s called fucking–that’s sex.”

“Sex!” His eyes lit up.

“You know sex?”

He nodded happily.

“Have sex with me, you retard.” I let go of his cock and placed his hands on my hips. “I’m going to turn around. You can lift my dress up to my waist–and put your cock inside me. Understand?”

“Cock?”

I gripped his dick. “This. Inside me.”

He was nodding. I turned around slowly and pushed my butt into his groin. His dick was jumping with excitement. I stepped forward. Rafael walked behind me and gripped my dress. He started lifting up until my dress was bunched around my waist. His hands plodded onto my ass. His hands kneading my delicate white skin.

I looked back at him. I hate to say it, but he looked like a kid lost in a candy store. He was humping my body–but his cock wasn’t inside me.

“You fucking…” I reached back and grabbed his cock.

Rafael pushed forward, and suddenly, he was inside me. That activated something inside him. He groaned out and slammed into me for a while, then he pulled out and started smacking his torso into my ass.

“Huh–Uh–Mrs. Green–” He grumbled.

“Keep quiet. I don’t need anybody to hear us.”

He shut his mouth, but low growls and squeaks seemed to escape him.

“Grab my hips. Pull on them, use me.” *Want me.*

Rafael responded well. He gripped my hips, and he only sped up. Pounding our bodies together. He would pull back on my hips and bottom out before pulling out and fucking my body like the useless whore I am.

“Mrs–Green!” He growled. “I feel good.”

“I know, baby. Keep fucking me. Fuck me hard. Pull on my hair.”

Rafael’s hand ran from my butt and up my back, his nails dragging against the smooth fabric of my dress. He clenched a handful of hair and pulled back. My head was forced backward as he kept slamming my pussy. His pulling was harsh–without worry about how I felt. It hurt a bit, but it’s what I deserved. A good fucking with a man who could do nothing but fuck me and use me without apprehension on if he actually respected me. Rafael could do nothing *but*.

Rafael’s hand moved a bit forward. I rested my cheek against the wall. As he fucked me, my face would impact the wall. Each thrust bruised my face a little bit more. Rafael was giving me the retard sex I had longed for. I moved one of my hands between my legs and started to rub my clit. While he was forceful–and strong–he lacked nuance. He knew how to use me and fuck for himself, but not to make me cum. I suppose that was my job.

I circled my fingers around my clit and rubbed rapidly. He kept fucking me–the kid had stamina. After a few minutes, I felt my orgasm finally coming through as he fucked me.

“Oh! Rafael! I’m going to cum. Pull on my hair–please!”

Rafael pulled back. I was staring up at the ceiling–at God–when I went over the edge.

“Fuck!” I moaned out. My body started shaking.

Rafael never once stopped fucking me. His cock kept going in and out of my body. I felt a sensation of overwhelmed all over my skin, but he didn’t stop. I didn’t even think to ask him to. I wanted to be used. Rafael couldn’t do any different.

I was out of breath. My cheek kept hitting the wall as Rafael used me. He didn’t ask how I was–if I was okay. He had that low continuous growl in his mouth as he fucked for the sake of fucking. As he used me for the sake of sex. He was as perfect a lover as there could be. No commitment, only passion.

I was mentally spent when Rafael let out a groan and bottomed out into my pussy. I could feel his cock twitch and shrink as he came. He had leaned forward and rested his head on my back.

“Good boy,” I told him. “Did that feel good?”

He grunted as a reply.

“You can’t tell anybody–this is our secret.”

“Yes.”

I fixed my dress and stood up straight. I helped Rafael put his pants back on.

“You did really good… I had fun. I’ll see you next week.”

“Again?”

“I don’t know.”

He looked disappointed.

“Maybe, if you don’t tell anybody.”

He shook his head.

“You’re sweet. A sweet little fucking retard.”

He had a puppy dog smile on his face.

“Until I get married–maybe we can help each other.”

“Yes.”

“You have such simple answers to complicated questions.” He didn’t reply. “I wish it was that simple–but we’ll have our fun.” I lightly slapped his cheek. “Go back to wandering–tell no one where we’ve been. I’m trusting you.”

“Yes, Mrs. Green.”

I walked out and returned to the service. My kids were still sitting in the pew, perfect as ever. We had been a perfect family, and I was still the perfect woman. But even the perfect woman sometimes needs a good, honest, ravaging of her body. I just never thought I’d get that from the village retard.

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