Date: Fri, 16 Jul 2004 13:20:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Fallen Foursquare, Incest (f/F)
Warning:
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts incest between daughter and mother. If this
type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do
not read it.
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Fallen Foursquare
By
Jan
The shame of it all! The dark haired woman sitting
outside the chambers of the church council of elders was
wringing her moist handkerchief in grief. Her face was
streaked with tears. How could she face them and explain how
she could have sinned so much?
She hardly even noticed how hard the old polished
wooden bench felt. She was trying to figure out how a true
believer of the church founded by Aimee Semple McPherson
could have fallen so low.
Her Grandparents had been faithful followers of her
evangelical radio broadcasts and went to her tent revivals when
she was anyplace near their southern Midwest farm. They
never lost faith even when the newspapers accused her of
having an affair. She had come up missing for more than a
week and when she reappeared, she claming that she had been
kidnapped and had escaped by walking across a dessert. The
papers quickly pointed out that she was not dehydrated,
sunburned or even had chapped lips. Her faithful followers
accepted that God had carried for her. After all she had healed
hundreds of people by laying her hands on them.
Her parents had been such faithful followers that they
named Aimee after the founder. When she graduated from high
school she had applied for acceptance to the Foursquare
College in southern California. She was thrilled when she was
accepted. It was her fervent desire to meet the man of her
dreams and marry a minister of the church.
True to her dreams she met a tall lanky sandy haired
student that was just completing his Doctorate of Divinity while
she was in her sophomore year. She never missed any of his
sermons in the temple. She was as star struck as a teenager
over a rock star. She was thrilled when he would invite her to
walk to a Winchels donut shop for coffee and a fresh donut. It
was only after a couple of dates when he laid out what he
wanted out of life.
He wanted to spend a few years on the evangelist circuit
and was sure that in a short time he would be offered a position
as minister to a church. He told her that it would not be a
glamorous life but it would be a rewarding life for the right
couple. When he asked her if she could be the wife of a
minister she acted on impulse by kissing him right there in
public.
Malcolm was ten years older than her. He was not an
emotional man unless he was behind the lectern preaching.
Public displays of emotion were not in him. They were married
right after he completed his studies and she left school to follow
him on the circuit.
She made the ideal ministers wife. If you were to
compare her to a picture of her grandmother you would find it
hard to believe that they were not the same person. They
looked so much alike. Hair pulled back into a tight bun on the
back of her head. It made their widows peek stand out. A stray
hair on the back of the neck was just not tolerated. Their
dresses were very conservative. They could have been ordered
from the same 1938 Sears and Roebuck catalog, long sleeves,
lace around the neck to hide any hint of cleavage, hems below
the knees. Nylons only needed to be above the knee and her
shoes were dark with practical heels. What little makeup she
used could never be called flashy.
True to his word they spent a few years traveling around
the evangelist circuit. When they were offered as position as
minister to a congregation not all that far from the farm she had
been raised on she was thrilled.
When they were settled in they agreed it was time to start
a family. They had practiced abstinence until that time.
Obviously Malcolm was not a romantic man. He approached
reproduction as an obligation and he performed during
intercourse as though it was an unpleasant duty. The act was
performed in the missionary position, under the covers, with the
lights off. It was almost a relief when he could announce to the
congregation that they were expecting a child.
Aimee had a difficult pregnancy. She was confined to
her bed for the last five months. When Amelia was born there
were complications and the doctor was forced to remove
Aimee's womb and ovaries in order to save her life.
The news was greeted with some remorse that they
would not have more children but also with some relief that
there would no longer be any need to engage in the lustful act
of sex.
Aimee acted the perfect minister's wife. She hosted teas
for the ladies of the church while raising Amelia. As the years
passed the lack of female hormones in her body had the effect
of her face and body showing more hair than women normally
have. Not that her husband noticed. He hardly even looked at
her anymore.
There were rumors among the congregation that he was
strange. Not that any of the ladies would say anything directly
to her but she heard them talking behind her back.
She did notice that he did spend a lot of time working
with a select number of men from the church. They seemed to
find a lot of reasons to travel together. Even a naive woman
like her finally noticed the way her husband touched the hands
of these men more tenderly than he did hers.
The day did come when she walked into the rectory and
found one of his younger followers kneeing in front of him
sucking on the penis that was not being used on her anymore.
She silently backed out without being seen.
She spent the next few sleepless nights thinking about it
and came to the conclusion that her position as a minister's wife
was her reward and sex was not that important. If he wanted
his sex with men, at least he would not divorce her for another
woman. Besides the other women of the church that suspected
that he was gay afforded her every kindness. In fact she was
looked upon as being a martyred woman for holding the
congregation and home together in the face of everything.
Aimee's biggest problem at that time was her daughter
Amelia. The girl rebelled against everything the church stood
for. From the time she started school she defied all authority.
She hated the clothes her mother bought and found ways to
acquire clothes more in keeping with the girls in school. She
found she could borrow them from friends and talk their
mothers to buy them for her. She even resorted to shoplifting
them.
Amelia even found that she could get the things she
desired by trading sexual favors for them. She acquired the
latest CD's and such by providing sexual satisfaction to some
of the women of the town. Of course some women of the
congregation were not as devout as some would have you
believe. They offered Aimee help looking after Amelia. Aimee
was happy to let someone else put up with her distrustful mouth
and temper tantrums.
Amelia would be shuffled from house to house. It was
not uncommon for some of the women to spank her for her
misconduct. Several of these fine ladies would pull her panties
down while placing her over their knee. They would spank her
until her buttocks were flaming red. Then on the excuse that
they had not meant to spank so hard, they would offer to make
it feel better by applying lotion. Amelia found it exciting when
these righteous women would slip a finger between her legs
accidentally to cop a feel of her pussy. It would not be long
before she could get away with smoking right in front of these
women in exchange for allowing them to fondle and then kiss
and suck her sweet innocent pussy.
As much as she hated to attend church she did get a thrill
out of sitting there on the wooden pews next to one of the
righteous women making them nervous by rubbing her thigh
against theirs. She delighted in finding ways to feel them up in
ways that they could not say anything about with out drawing
attention to themselves.
Several of these women had daughters of their own. The
mischievous Amelia would deliberately seduce some of these
children and set it up so that their mother's would catch their
sweet little girls sucking her pussy. While these women would
be shocked and angered they would not say anything because
they either thought she would make it public or that she would
deny them further access to her pussy.
Amelia, of course, was well aware of her father's sexual
taste and she was determined to use that information to her
advantage. The day came when Amelia decided that her self-
righteous mother needed to find out that the man she held on a
pedestal had feet of clay before she treated her to a taste of her
pussy.
She snooped through her father's desk for any evidence
of his sexual dalliances after she found out how to pick the lock
with an old button hook. She found more than she bargained
for hidden in that drawer. She found love notes from men and
not all of them were members of the church. In fact the largest
collection of letters came from a man known to own a gay bar.
The letters were full of references to retreats to a lake. The
descriptions of sexual acts were very explicit. Some letters
contained photographs of naked men engaged in sex with each
other. If her father was in them he was always the dominant
participator. He was either letting the admiring men suck his
cock or he was fucking them in the ass. The men may have
been caused some discomfort by the size of his prick but they
obviously were enjoying his affection. She found the pictures
to be erotic and looked at them as she masturbated.
It took her a while to figure out how she was going to let
her mother find out about him, however, on a day when her
mother was hounding her to help clean the house she saw her
chance. She reluctantly agreed to help. If she had been too
agreeable her mother would have known she was up to
something. By putting up a little fight she would not suspect
that he was leading her where she wanted her to go.
She went to her father's office just long enough to pick
the lock and select a few choice letters and pictures and placed
them on top of the desktop before locking the desk again. She
wanted it to look like he had left them on the desk by accident.
When they worked their way to his office Amelia gently
worked it so her mother found the letters. Aimee picked up the
letters and read one in order to figure out what cubby hole to
put the paper in. She blushed when she read the contents. She
cast a look at Amelia before crumpling the letter. Then she saw
the photographs. She picked them up and shuffled through
them quickly. She stood there emotionally crushed because she
had denied the truth for so many years.
Amelia stepped up beside her mother and put her arm
around her as she took the photographs from her hand and
looked at them. Aimee started crying on her daughter's
shoulder. Her simple dress was sweaty from the work on a
humid day. Amelia comforted her mother and led her to the
bedroom as she told her she knew that her father was gay and
that it didn't need to ruin their lives.
She told her mother that she should take a nap and get
some rest. Aimee didn't resist as Amelia undressed her. When
she removed her mothers full satin slip she saw her mother's
body for the first time from a new perspective.
She saw how much she looked like the older women in
the congregation that delighted in spanking her bare ass. Her
figure was not bad but she had an unusual amount of hairy fuzz
covering her body. It would not have been so bad if it were not
so dark. Aimee lay on the bed wearing nothing but her bra,
panties and her knee high rolled nylon stockings and her shoes
still on. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep. She had almost
drifted off when she felt Amelia sit on the bed. The girl found
the sight of her mother lying there half naked to be very
exciting.
When Aimee felt her daughter unhook her bra she didn't
move. Her breasts were a comfortable 36-C size and were as
white as milk. After all they had never been exposed to the sun.
Amelia saw a ring of hair around her mother's areolas. She
could not resist touching the hair with her fingertip. When her
fingertip touched the nipple and she saw her mother's breast
rise. The nipples became stiffer as she continued to touch them.
She had no idea that her mother still had any sexual feelings. It
thrilled her that her Aimee responded so quickly to her touch
any she decided to go further.
She lay next to her mother and cuddled her in her arms.
Aimee felt her wet cheek touch her daughter's bare arm. She
knew she should not be letting her daughter touch her breasts
like this but it had been so long since anyone touched her body
with any desire. Surprisingly she found her body responding to
the touch all on its own so she didn't object when Amelia rolled
on top of her and kissed her on the mouth.
She could taste cigarettes in her mouth and knew without
a doubt that she was smoking behind her back. Rather than
scolding her for doing that she found it very exciting that her
daughter was so rebellious. She had never had the nerve to do
anything the church considered wrong. The few times that she
had touched herself in a sexual way she had been overwhelmed
with feelings of guilt afterwards.
It didn't take long before Aimee no longer noticed the
taste of the tobacco and instead she felt a stirring in her body as
a result of the kiss that she could not remember her husband
ever arousing even when they were deliberately trying to have
children.
Sex with him had been more of a duty to present the ideal
family to the congregation. She had no idea that during the
time he had been fucking her he was probably thinking about
fucking some guys butt hole. She began crying again but
Amelia stopped her by kissing her again. She really shocked
her mother when she slipped her tongue between her lips as her
hand moved under the waistband of her panties and felt her
pussy. It startled Aimee so much that she froze until she felt a
tingling between her legs that she hadn't felt since the day
Malcolm proposed to her.
She felt so delightfully wicked when Amelia pulled her
panties down. When they had been removed she even spread
her legs and allowed her daughter full access to her sex.
Amelia curled up over the lower half of her mother's
torso and inspected her mother's cunt. She had seen and tasted
quite a few vaginas in her young life but this was such a new
thrill. Her own mother's pussy, her head had come out of this
hole. The hair around it was as dark as hers. It had never been
trimmed and the bush protruded well beyond her panty line.
The labia hung well beyond the crack between her legs and
when she parted them she saw her mother's little clitoris hidden
in a hooded sheath. She leaned down and licked it tenderly and
felt the shutter run through her mother's body.
Aimee knew she should stop her, after all this was surely
a sin, but she really didn't want to stop her. Amelia was
arousing things in her body that she didn't even know she could
feel. Her child proceeded to suck her pussy and tongue her clit
until she had a climax like nothing she had ever felt. After that
she was willing to do anything Amelia asked.
When Amelia lay on the bed and told her mother to suck
her pussy she was not sure she could. She kissed her on the
mouth to stall for time. She cupped her daughter's breasts and
played with the nipples. Amelia became impatient and had to
force her mother's head down to her breasts. She allowed her
to suck on her tits for awhile but soon grew more demanding
when she said, "Suck my PUSSY you old BITCH!"
Aimee cowered and moved down her body. She may not
have ever thought about what it would be like to experience the
sin of tasting another woman's pussy before but one taste of
Amelia's cunt and she knew she would do it again. She spent
half of the day licking and chewing on demand. Her face was
smeared with the juice she had collected from that mysterious
hole and she loved it. There was no hurry Malcolm was away
on one of his healing missions with his newest young friend.
When she thought about what they were really doing she
attacked Amelia's pussy all the more. Eventually they fell
asleep exhausted. In the morning she was still asleep when
Amelia got up to pee. She did her thing and brushed her teeth.
She put on her makeup and felt particularly brave. She
retrieved her pack of cigarettes and lighter. She entered her
mother's bedroom lighting up a cigarette and puffed away as
she sat her naked ass on the bed.
As the bed sagged Aimee awoke and she remembered
what she had been doing the night before. She felt ashamed of
herself. She was about to rebuke her daughter for smoking but
bit her tongue. She didn't approve of the makeup either but
could not bring herself to say anything to her daughter.
Amelia leaned over and kissed her mother on the mouth.
"Wake up sleepy head. Let's have breakfast before we get back
to playing again"
Aimee dutifully got up and peed before brushing her
teeth and combing her hair back into her customary bun. Her
daughter stopped her from gathering up her clothes and putting
them back on. She led her naked to the kitchen and sat down as
her mother embarrassingly went about making them something
to eat. They sat at the table and while they ate Amelia accented
her conversation with her mother by stroking her breasts and
cunt. When the meal was finished she left the room to return to
the bedroom to wait for her mother to clean up and come to her.
She brought her cigarettes and an ashtray and was sitting
in the bed with her back against the pillows smoking as she
toyed with the hair between her legs when her mother entered
the room.
When her mother approached she let her come close and
took her finger out of her pussy and offered it to her mother to
suck on. Aimee moaned as she smelled the finger and saw the
shinny liquid on her finger. She sucked on them and then
returned to sucking her daughter's pussy. They enjoyed a long
morning of sex before they showered and Aimee aired out the
bedroom so no trace of cigarette smoke would alert Malcolm
that anyone had been smoking in the house.
They had sex with each other a couple of more time in
the house before her mother stated that they could not keep
doing that in the house. "Even though your father is seldom
here you never know when a congregation member might want
my advice or counseling". As the minister's wife it was her
place to comfort the women when their husband abused them or
cheated on them.
Amelia said she knew a place no one in the congregation
would come looking for her. Aimee was shocked when she
heard who's home she was taking about. It was one of the most
pious women in the church. She had babysat Amelia from the
time she was a baby. It shocked her when Amelia told her that
this woman had been the first women to suck her pussy. She
felt like a fool that all this sex had been going on right under
her noise. Here she was offering advice to women when she
had no idea what was going on all around her.
They called the widow Williams and invited themselves
over. Normally the woman would have loved to have Amelia
come over for some sex but she was sure Aimee would
dominate the evening with religious talk and prayer. However
it would have been difficult to refuse so she prepared plates of
home made cookies with her own home made jams and jellies
and awaited their arrival. She had just put on the water for tea
when she heard the car on her gravel driveway.
She met them at the screen door and hugged them
warmly. Aimee could not believe this sweet woman had a dark
side. They went to the parlor and selected their chairs around
the knee high round table to enjoy the cookies as soon as she
brought in the tray of tea with cups and sugar bowl.
Mrs. Williams sat there wondering what church
emergency would need her help or money. She figured money
was the reason for the call so after everyone had sampled the
mint tea and eaten a cookie she asked how she could help.
She sat back expecting to here about some broken air-
conditioned in the church after all the old swamp coolers
spayed water over half the congregation and the noise drowned
out a lot of what was said, if the speakers did not have a
microphone in hand.
She almost pissed her pants when Aimee confronted her
with the news that Amelia had confessed that she had seduced
her as a child. She sputtered and was about to deny every thing
and accuse Amelia of being a liar.
Don't bother to deny it. I'm not here to chastise you. I
am here to ask you to pray with me. She stood up and stood
next to her chair. She took her by the hand and pulled her out
of the chair so that she was kneeling in front of her with her
back to Amelia. She looked at the ceiling and started praying.
She called on God to forgive this sinner for her lustful ways.
As she did this she was holding onto the woman's wrists and as
she came to the end of a prayer she pulled the woman's hands
into her crotch.
Amelia was smiling to herself and lifting her dress to
play with her naked pussy. The terrified woman could not
believe what she was feeling through the thin practical dress
fabric. She was sure she was feeling pussy hair. Then Aimee
flipped her dress over the woman's head and pulled her face
against her cunt. The response to the last prayer was, "Phrase
the Lord!"
Mrs. Williams stuffed her face into the warm pussy and
licked her way through the hair to taste the meaty cunt. When
Aimee climaxed in her mouth and took her dress from over the
head of the woman and Mrs. Williams looked around she saw
that Amelia was sitting there naked, playing with herself. The
two women and the teenager spent the evening roll playing
until their mouths were tired from holding them open so long.
With Amelia's help the circle of women increased and
the parties grew wilder. They were smart enough to find a
place far enough from the congregation that they felt that no
one would find out about their indiscretions and their activities
would not get back to them.
Of course they were wrong. Keeping secret in a place
like that was a hopeless dream. Someone got wise and alerted
the local sheriff. When the front door of their retreat was
broken in pictures were taken of the pile of naked women.
Some of the startled women tried in vain to hide their faces
between the legs of the other women. As the arrests began the
ladies, if they could be called that, were only allowed to grab a
few items of clothing before they were rushed off for booking
at the local jail. The most scandals photographs that this area of
the state had ever seen were spread across the front page of the
newspaper's morning addition.
So here she was about to beg forgiveness from the elders
of the church her husband headed. Malcolm didn't want to end
the marriage after all she had been his cover for years. It was
agreed between the two of them that if the elders forgave her
she would keep up the front and they would allow each other to
continue seeing their own lovers.
She wrung her hands in front of them and groveled as she
pled her case for being a weak woman that could not resist the
temptations of the flesh. She was a superb actress and relied on
the elder's willingness to forgive a sinner. It seemed that
granting forgiveness to the "sinner" made them feel superior to
the very people to whom they owed their jobs. Besides a
couple of the men on the board were involved with Malcolm.
Aimee and Amelia were shunned by some and welcomed
back into the fold by others. Some of the women involved in
the scandal moved out of the area but as it turned out some of
the other women she had counseled over the years came to her
to confess that they had sexual desires for women too. There
were more women added to the circle than the number than
moved away. When all was said and done she and Amelia were
more popular than ever. Of course they had to endure the rude
remarks of some of the red neck youths that spent their time
loafing around town with nothing to do but drink beer and brag
about their imagined sexual prowess. Any woman that rejected
them had to be a lesbian and discovering that there was some in
town enforced their accusation when rejected. After all only a
dyke could reject a stud like them.
Of course some of the lowest of these pricks were the
same ones that got off while taking it in the ass from Malcolm
and sucking his cock as a penance for their sins.
I hope you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like
told please send your mail to janmay699@icqmail.com
Aimee Semple McPherson