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 The Line of Magdalene

   This is a work of complete fiction and fantasy.  The characters are all
imaginary and bear no relation to any persons living or dead.  The author
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   Book One - Chrysalis Music

   Chapter Seven

   We arrived at Rachel's house a little after seven and it was clear that
dinner was ready and that Naomi had just gotten out of the shower.  Her
hair was still damp and she brought a fresh scent when she barreled down
the stairs and threw herself into my arms, wrapping her legs around my
waist.  She was happier than I had ever seen her.  Her kisses were half
girlish enthusiasm and half passion.  When she regained her self-control
she looked sheepishly at Kathryn and Rachel who regarded her antics with
amusement.  She slid out of my arms and went over to Kathryn, where her
initially timid kiss turned unexpectedly passionate.  Rachel took a step
towards me and I met her halfway.

   "If I don't jump into your arms..." She whispered.  "Do I still merit a
kiss?"

   I drew her into my arms and was rewarded with a long, delicious kiss
that I hoped would never end.

   "Mommmm!!!" Naomi wailed.

   "What's good for the gosling is good for the goose..." Rachel responded
with sly smile.

   Following Kathryn's insistence, I didn't ask any prying questions.  The
dinner conversation was lively.  Kathryn and Rachel discovered common
interests in literature.  Naomi expounded on an idea for a federation of
independent music sellers, to compete with the big box stores and online
music services.  They all quizzed me about my intentions for my photography
and the website.  I had to confess that I had no other intentions than to
enjoy taking photographs.  Naomi had notice a significant up tick in the
number of hits the website was getting.  We'd need to upgrade our bandwidth
pretty soon, and that would cost more.  None of us liked the idea of
advertising any more than we liked the idea of charging users.  I suggested
that if we uploaded smaller images it would reduce the load on our
bandwidth.  Naomi agreed to downsize the images to optimize them for 19
inch monitors, instead of the larger images we had been uploading.  She
also suggested watermarking the lower left corner with our logo. 
Apparently some of our images were showing up on other websites.

   It wasn't until after dinner that Rachel got up from the table, and
escorted us to the living room.  The framed family photograph that had
attracted my interest previously had been removed from its place on the
wall and was lying on the coffee table.  Kathryn picked it up, running her
fingers over the rich cherry wood frame.

   "So this is the photograph that Harrison mentioned." Kathryn said.  "I
looks like something that would attract him - a wonderful frame like this
around photograph of so many beautiful women.  I'm sure that he saw models
galore!  I can spot Naomi and you.  Who are the others?"

   "That's the extended Magdalene clan.  Six generations!" she said with
obvious pride.

   "Did you say six generations?  That's not possible!  Four...is a
stretch...Five...  is a incredible.  Nobody lives to be old enough to be
a...  what?  ...  A great, great, grand parent!" Kathryn blurted out.

   "One more 'great' in there." Rachel responded with a smile.

   "That's her in the middle, Nana Martha.  She's my great, great, great
grandma!"

   "Hold it." I said, pulling out my handheld and tapping the calculator to
open it.  "With an average of 20 years per generation, that would make her
about 100 years...  no!  I forgot to include you, Naomi...  Something like
116 years old!  Wow!  She belongs in the Guinness book of world records. 
She looks like a young 80 at most!"

   "I told you we had good genes!" Naomi taunted.

   "She is actually closer to 100," Rachel said.  "101 last January to be
exact."

   "Hold it!" I exclaimed, returning to the calculator.  "101 divided by 6
generations that would make each mother's average age at child birth less
than 17!"

   "If you account for nine months of pregnancy..." Kathryn thought out
loud.  "16!" she blurted out and looked from me to Naomi.  In turn, I
looked from Naomi to Rachel.  Rachel smiled as she saw our dawning
understanding.

   "Naomi?" I asked.  She smiled.

   "Are you pregnant?" Kathryn asked.

   Naomi giggled, and when she didn't answer, we both looked to Rachel.

   "I'll be quite frank.  I know this is an unusual situation for me... 
us...  as I know it is for you, but not without precedent." Rachel
explained.  "As I told Harrison, it's a long story.  It's a story that very
few people outside our family knows.  I have discussed it with my mothers.
We have agreed that you two should know the story, but we have to ask you
to keep the story confidential.  Can you agree not to share the story?"

   Kathryn and I both quickly affirmed our agreement.

   "Okay..." Rachel took a deep breath.  "This will take some time." and
she launched into the story of the Line of Magdalene.

   "Have you read that mystery thriller by Dan Brown?  The Da Vinci Code."
We nodded.  "He had it all wrong, but some interesting close guesses. 
There's none of the modern cult stuff about Opus Dei, etc., and very little
of the intrigue nowadays, but some very old intrigue.  The Line of
Magdalene, our family line, started in our reckoning with the marriage over
two thousand years ago between a man and a young woman.  "

   "Mary ..  Magdalene ..  and Jesus".  Kathryn made the leap
disbelievingly.

   "Yes.  It is true.  We are their descendants.  We know it to be true and
have sufficient proof to convince even my scientific mind.  I cannot
disclose that proof outside our Line.  We have lived for millennia in the
shadows of lies and half-truths, and though we have knowledge of the real
story, you have to understand that we guard it jealously.  You could
disclose what we will tell you now, but without the proofs of our lineage,
few would believe you, and I can assure you that any who did believe you
would seek to discredit you."

   "You don't need to worry about our confidences." I affirmed.

   Rachel laughed.  "I know you will guard our secret.  If I harbored such
worries, I would not have asked my mothers for their permission to tell you
as much as I have, nor as much as I intend to tell you.  I ask you both to
speak of it no further without consulting me."

   "Agreed." Kathryn said and I nodded.

   "Well then...  Before we start, who wants coffee with dessert" Rachel
asked, and Naomi jumped up to help serve.

   She began to relate what I came to think of as the Gospel of Magdalene.
It was the story of a poor Jewish couple who had an unusual child.  Very
little is known of his parents or his early years.  What we o know is that
he matured into a rebel against the corruption he saw in the temple.  His
teachings of love and tolerance for our fellow humans.  His enlightened
understanding of the spiritual relationship between man (and woman) and
God. He was a charismatic leader who eschewed wealth in favor of service to
the poor.  When he was in his twenties, he did what all men of his time
did. He married a young woman.  The woman was one of his followers.  Naomi
giggled at this part and whispered, "a groupie!" before Rachel hushed her
with a smiling look.  Mary was devoted to him, accompanying him everywhere.

   His message of love, personal integrity, equality and social justice
resonated with the poor and even some wealthy members of Roman, Greek and
Jewish society.  The crowds grew at his teachings and people began to
whisper of miracles when they saw such crowds listening peacefully.  There
was always food aplenty for the poor and wine as well.  The crowds grew
still further.

   Mary was pregnant with his first child when the corrupt leaders in the
Temple and the Romans, fearful of the crowds and his growing influence,
decided to take action.  He was abruptly taken away, judged guilty of minor
crimes, and executed on the cross, like a common criminal.  Mary and his
followers were harassed as well.  They went underground.  Mary's daughter
was born in circumstances as humble as the story we know of her father's
birth in a stable.  In fact some of us believe that the story of Jesus'
birth in a manger may actually be an adaptation of his wife delivery of his
child in a stable.

   Mary, and her daughter Ruth, lay low and kept the message of Jesus alive
while running from persecution.  The followers of that man called Jesus
grew in numbers and became established as a far-flung religion.  Instead of
squelching it by killing its leader and harassing his followers, the
corrupt power holders only succeeded in spreading it across the Roman
Empire.  While Mary was still alive, she was revered by those who
remembered her special relationship with Jesus.  Women held a central role
in the leadership in the faith, in keeping with Jesus' teachings.  During
the dark years of Roman persecution that followed, Mary's descendants were
at the center of things.

   By the time it had grown to become the state religion of Rome, the
leaders sought to limit the role of women.  The male leadership of the
church undertook to re-write Jesus' teachings to meet their own needs to
consolidate power.  They felt threatened by the existence of the
descendants of the one they called Christ.

   "Excuse me...  This is amazing...  No, it's unbelievable!  Even if one
isn't a Christian, your story turns so many beliefs on their head!  You
consider yourselves to be direct descendents of Jesus Christ?" I asked
incredulously.

   "We are descendents of Jesus, yes.  The Christ story came later.  Much
later.  That 'Son of God' thing is a distortion of his teachings.  He used
to say that we are all the children, sons AND daughters, of God.  He never
intended to say that he was divine.  His message was that we are all equal
in the eyes of God.  That message didn't sit well with the powerful brokers
that laid the foundations of Christianity, any more than it did with the
men in power at the Temple, who caused Jesus to be executed.  They
distorted his message and persecuted his true followers - especially his
descendants."

   "Over these past two millennia, we have kept the Line alive by living
quiet, discrete lives, avoiding the halls of power, emigrating from lands
in conflict, and a paying careful attention to selection of the fathers of
our children."

   "Since you don't see Jesus as divine, why the obvious effort and
sacrifice over the centuries to keep the Line, as you call it, alive and
distinct?" I asked.

   "He was the great man - perhaps not the son of God, but as he put it,
the son of mankind.  Maybe the greatest man to have ever lived." Rachel
replied.  "As he was dying on the cross, he charged Mary with the care of
his children.  His true followers knew this meant he was designating her as
his successor.  The Line survived the oppression of the Roman powers, but
it was those who professed to follow Jesus Christ that drove us even deeper
into hiding.  Paradoxical, Huh?"

   "But why don't you marry?" Kathryn asked, with curiosity in her voice.

   "Jesus' charge has been passed on over the generations.  We take care of
his children in a more literal fashion than he intended - his actual
offspring.  The women of our Line who chose to marry do so, but then they
leave the Line.  It doesn't happen often.  The only acknowledged married
member of our Line was Mary."

   "You can't possibly always bear female children..." I stated
uncertainly.

   "No." she responded seriously.  "We do bear a statistically improbable
percentage of female babies, but we do have our share of male offspring. 
They don't remain in the Line, however, and are well-placed in adoptive
homes."

   "I don't get it.  Why no men?" I puzzled aloud.  All three women looked
at me.  "What?  So I am dense."

   "You just answered the question, Harrison." Kathryn mocked me and Naomi
giggled.

   "If you're so smart, you tell the story!" I said and stuck my tongue out
at Kathryn's teasing and she made a kissy face back at me.

   "We are his daughters - the keepers of his lineage and guardians of a
trust.  When the time is right, we will share the message.  We learned a
lesson two thousand years ago.  The world is ready for his message.  The
halls of power are still controlled by ones who abhor his message of peace
and love.  Dan Brown's book was right that leadership of the early Church
has intentionally marginalized and demeaned women.  Just look at what they
did to Mary.  They successfully deleted Jesus' marriage from history and
completely re-wrote Mary's role in history."

   "The story of Mary Magdalene being a whore?" Kathryn mused.

   "Exactly!" Rachel responded.  "We know that she was the childhood
intended bride of Jesus, but she was also his closest friend and confidant.
His teachings on the sacred relationship between all people and God came in
part from the influence of their relationship on his thinking.  "

   "The early church leaders knew this and purposefully expunged her role
from the gospels that they wrote after the fact.  Remember, the Book of
John wasn't written in Aramaic, Jesus' language.  It was written in Greek.
It wasn't written shortly after his crucifixion, it was written hundreds of
years later.  Dan Brown was also right that among Jesus' followers, Mary
was his natural successor and in fact she continued his teachings for
years, but the authorities effectively squashed the local movement and his
true followers were scattered to the four corners of the world."

   "Does the church know you exist?" I asked.

   "They did know we existed.  They used to threaten us.  Some of the Line
have been persecuted and other executed, though the stated reasons never
exposed our lineage.  The existence of the Line was one of the real
motivations of the Inquisition, though they would never have admitted our
existence.  They have called us whores, witches, heretics, and every other
name."

   "Okay.  Men are bad news, but you seem trust me.  Why are you telling me
all this?" I asked.

   "Men are not 'bad news,' or we wouldn't be telling you." she turned to
Kathryn, "We don't often tell women outside the Line either.  In fact you
are the first people that I have ever told." she returned her gaze to me.
"It's because of who we know you to be.  Loving, and humble.  And also
because of your open and honest relationship with Kathryn.  Her love and
trust in you has been a strong endorsement." She smiled at Kathryn and back
at me.  "We know..."

   "I am still puzzled, why do all the women of your family purposely give
birth so young?" I half expected Kathryn to tease me again, but to my
surprise Kathryn shrugged and looked expectantly at Rachel.  It was Naomi
who responded with youthful sincerity.

   "We have learned the lesson over the millennia passed.  An unmarried
woman is vulnerable in society.  Since we choose to carry on outside the
institution of marriage, we need to be careful to protect the Line.  If we
waited until twenty-five or thirty to conceive, we would risk being
post-menopausal when our daughters gave birth.  The unexpected death of a
child, or worse, mother and child, could terminate the Line or at least a
branch of the Line.  With our tradition, we can maintain small families to
keep a low profile and yet assure continuity of the Line.  If my child and
I were to die in childbirth, my mother is still well within childbearing
age." She looked to her mother for approval of her explanation, and having
received a smile in return, she added, "It helps that we mature early and
stay youthful longer.  We're a long lived clan."

   Turning to Naomi, I said, "This reminds me of some of our earlier
conversations.  Our arguments about age of consent.  Your comments on
genes." Staring at her thoughtfully.  "You had this mind from the
beginning. You've been sizing me up all along!." Her only response was a
smile.  "Another unanswered question.  Are you pregnant?"

   "Don't worry about Saturday night." Rachel interjected.

   "But..." I trailed off, thinking of the amazing sex in Naomi's office at
the store.

   Returning to the age issue, "Makes sense, particularly considering the
child maternal mortality rates of the old days." Kathryn said.  "Why
nowadays?"

   "We've always assured ourselves the best health care available." Rachel
grinned, "Many of our Line have been midwives, before the opportunities
were available for women to study medicine.  Witness my chosen profession.
You are right about the decline in mortality at childbirth, but there are a
myriad of other hazards and risks.  Our mission is to preserve the line. 
We choose who we mate with carefully and we have been successful.  You
could think of it as an experiment in selective breeding in humans."

   "Selective breeding?" I asked incredulously.

   "What are characteristics are you breeding for?" Kathryn interjected,
stealing my thought.

   "Good looks and a great body!" Naomi chirped jokingly, eliciting laughs
all around.

   "Seriously?" I persisted

   "Well, it's not far from the truth.  Good health, longevity,
intelligence...  Those are some of the important ones." Rachel replied.

   "Why did you choose me?" I asked.

   "First of all, its always been part of the Magdalene instinct to choose
mature, successful men who wear their years well.  A Magdalene's Chosen
must attract her and be reviewed by her mothers." Rachel continued.

   "Mothers?  You keep using the plural.  How can you have more than one
mother?" I asked, puzzled.  "And 'reviewed?' I've been reviewed?"

   "I refer to every one up the line from me as one of my mothers.  Its
easier than saying mother, grand mother, great grand mother...  you get the
idea.  " Rachel responded.  "and, yes, to be quite honest, Naomi was
excited when she first told me about you.  I had to meet you, talk to my
Mothers, and get their blessing.  It's to important to the Line to leave it
all to chance and a young girl's lust."

   "Mommmmm!" Naomi wailed in protest, but quickly recover and continued in
a cheerful, excited tone.  "I can't wait to be a mother to, instead of
being everyone's child!" Naomi interjected.

   "Makes sense.  Why bother with men at all?  You do artificial
insemination at your clinic." I asked.

   "What gave you that idea?  Oh!  the Lamaze group!  I said donor
insemination, not artificial." Rachel replied.

   "Huh?"

   "They were all impregnated the traditional way.  Just that it happens
through my office, with men who have desirable genetic and other
qualities...  Including discretion."

   "That's pretty unconventional, isn't it?" Kathryn said.

   "It is, and it is only appropriate for certain women." She looked at
Naomi, and then grinned at me.  "I had thought that she might use my
service, but she selected her own."

   "You're glad I did too!" Naomi turn to Kathryn.  "Watch out!  She'll
recruit your husband!"

   "Naomi!" her mother exclaimed.

   "It's true!  Don't try to deny it!"

   Rachel only stopped sputtering when Kathryn started laughing.  They both
looked at her.

   "So you want my husband to be the father of your child, Naomi?" Kathryn
asked, her laugh had trailed away.

   Naomi and Rachel looked disconcerted at her new serious manner.

   "Yes..." Naomi whispered.  "Please?"

   Kathryn looked at me, equally seriously, sharing the look - the secret
parental code that we had used to reach an agreement when one of our
daughter's was begging for something.  I saw her concurrence and gave
signaled mine.

   "Is there any ceremony or just good old fashioned sex?" She broke down
and giggled.

   "The latter." Rachel looked at me.  "if you are willing."

   "I am all for it!  and I am pretty sure he'll agree too!" Kathryn stared
at me and I nodded, unable to take my eyes off Naomi.  "I suppose we have
to wait for her contraception to wear off." Kathryn continued.

   "No, she is ovulating now.  She was safe last week or I would not have
let her sleep with you." she said looking at me.  "She's been ovulating for
a few days..." I shot a startled look at Naomi, who blushed, but Rachel
continued, "...  so tonight would be perfect, if you are willing..."

   Rachel stuttered, suddenly aware of the looks between us.  "...Naomi? 
Have you two been continuing to have sex?"

   Naomi nodded.

   "Well, she may be pregnant already then.  Shall we wait and see? 
Magdalene women get pregnant easily." Rachel said.

   "No, Let's leave that to them.  Do you want to wait?" Kathryn asked,
looking at me.

   "I want to try again." Naomi asserted.  "And I think I know what
Harrison wants!" The older women followed her gaze to the crotch of my
trousers and my obviously bulging cock.

   "Harrison, do you have any idea how fortunate you are?" Kathryn asked in
amazement.

   "I do.  Believe me.  It has amazed me the past few weeks.  And now it
leaves me almost speechless." I said some what flustered.  "I am lucky to
have such an understanding wife.  I would like her to be with us when it
happens."

   Kathryn smiled and looked at Naomi.  "I would like that." Naomi
whispered.  "Mother, will you join us too?"

   Rachel looked puzzled at the unusual proposal.

   "Please do, Rachel." Kathryn said.  "This is a big moment for Naomi. 
After all, she'll never be given away as a bride at the altar."

   Rachel nodded and Kathryn stood and took her hand.  Naomi rose and took
mine.  As we headed down the hall, Rachel said, "Let's use my room, the bed
is bigger."

   Once in the room, Kathryn indicated that Naomi and I should wait while
Rachel and she undressed.  I stood quietly, both nervous and aroused. 
Kathryn was a decade older than Rachel, but she had a wonderful body that
never failed to turn me on.  Rachel had the body of a 21 year old.  Her
breasts were firm and well shaped C cups topped with tight hard nipples and
small areolas.  Like her Lamaze group, her pubic area was completely bare.

   I watched in continuing amazement as two older women quickly undressed.
I was still standing there mutely when they turned their attention to me. I
blushed at being the focus of three women's attention.  Rachel and Kathryn
slowly began undressing me under Naomi's excited and watchful gaze.  It was
without a doubt a most surreal situation.  I was standing there, now
completely nude, with an enormous erection and a 16 year old girl was being
undressed by her mother and my wife.  I knew that there were laws against
us having sexual contact.  I'd already crossed that line, and was now
preparing to intentionally impregnate her.  Plenty of underage girls get
pregnant, I told myself, but how many have their mother's support or even
active participation?  In spite of the laws, countless married men had sex
with underage girls, but how many had the active support and participation
of their wives.

   While Kathryn helped undress Naomi, I had noticed that she took every
opportunity to affectionately fondle both of the other women.  While they
had not returned the fondling, they had not objected and even seemed to
enjoy it.  I couldn't help and wonder whether the mother and daughter would
have any intimate contact during this little event.  So many taboos were
being broken...

   Naomi wriggled to help her mother rid her of her camisole top, leaving
her small, pert breasts bare.  Kathryn knelt in front of Naomi and hooked
her fingers into the elastic of the girl's panties.  She paused for a
dramatic moment and looked up at the girl, and then at me.  Slowly she
pulled the panties down, obviously relishing every second, caressing the
full length of Naomi's smooth legs, as she lowered the panties to the
floor.

   We were all undressed and there was a pause.  Clearly nobody had thought
through what was to happen next.  Instinctively I stepped to Naomi and
lifted her into my arms, sweeping her off her feet with one arm supporting
her back and the other under the back of her thighs.  She put both arms
around my neck and I carried her to the bed.  Leaning over, with some
difficulty, I placed her in the middle of the bed and moved up beside her.
Kathryn climbed onto the bed on the other side of Naomi and Rachel crawled
in next to me.  Naomi and I were sandwiched in the middle.

   I turned to Naomi and smiled.  She mouthed the words "Kiss me," and I
obeyed willingly.  My tongue parted her lips and found her tongue.  I felt
a hand start to stroke my cock and I sighed.  Naomi gasped with startled
pleasure.  I broke the kiss to look and see Rachel's hand on my cock and
Kathryn's hand between Naomi's parted thighs.

   I watched in fascination as Naomi's mother expertly stroked my cock,
collecting the precum from the tip of the swollen head and spreading it
slowly down the length.  Meanwhile Naomi began gasping for breath. 
Kathryn's finger was buried in Naomi and she was kissing her tummy.  I
looked to Rachel who seemed to share my fascination with Kathryn's
activities.  When she caught me looking at her, she smiled.  It seemed like
slow motion as her mouth descended towards my cock and her lips slowly
enveloped the head.

   I looked to Naomi.  She was laying back on her pillows, her face was
aglow with pleasure.  I took her up in my arms and kissed her passionately
while I enjoyed a wonderful blowjob from her mother.  Naomi went rigid and
I knew she was having and orgasm - her first from another woman, I
wondered? I felt my own orgasm building and laid a hand on Rachel's head to
indicate that she should slow down.  She let my slick cock slip from her
lips and smiled at me.  Kathryn looked up from Naomi's pussy and gave me a
questioning look.

   I rolled onto my side, facing Naomi.  I lifted her leg closest to me and
moved my hip close to hers.  Her mother raised herself up on her knees and
grasped my cock again.  She positioned the head near her daughter's pussy.
Naomi shifted her hips to make access easier.  Rachel rubbed the head of my
cock up and down the length of Naomi's pussy, eliciting moans of pleasure
from us both.  Finally, she positioned the head of my cock at her
daughter's vaginal opening.  Naomi adjusted herself again to match the
alignment of my cock.  We all watched Rachel and she seemed to have second
thoughts.  She pulled the head of my cock from the moist folds of Naomi's
pussy lips, looked at it, and slipped it into her mouth again.  She sucked
gently, rubbing her tongue on the head.  She then re-positioned it in the
warmth of Naomi's pussy lips and smiled up at us.

   "I couldn't resist..." She murmured, sounding sheepish.

   As if on cue, the two older women slipped out of the bed and padded
silently from the room.  I slowly pushed my cock deeper and deeper into her
tight inner warmth.  Naomi groaned at the intrusion and squeezed her kegel
muscles.  I groaned in response.

   "I...  won't...  last..." I gasped with pleasure.

   "...Long..." she finished my sentence between pants.  "Neither will I...
Just make love to me...  cum deep inside...  Don't hold back...  And don't
worry..." she panted, "I am already pregnant..."

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