Knowledge is Power

I spent my time unwinding on my computer in my room after the car ride home. For the first time since I had the book, I didn’t think about the things I can add to make my life more enjoyable and was content with just enjoying my free time.

A knock on my door interrupted my serenity, and out of habit I closed my tab and beckoned the knocker to come in.

“Dear, I’m sorry for interrupting, but I brought you something to eat,” My mother greeted me with a warm smile. She was carrying a tray with a sandwich and a glass of grape juice on it.

Mother had changed out of her Sunday’s best and into a plain off-white dress with verticle lines of green flower pattern with a matching off-white collared top. She still had on deep red lipstick, however, and her blush, which made her stand out from her everyday appearance to something a lot more alluring, like a pinup model. I had a primal response at her seductive look and reactively glanced down at my book of wonder and then back at her and smiled.

I gratefully grabbed the tray she brought and placed it on my table, and said, “Thank you. I was just about to come down and grab something.”

“How did you enjoy service, honey?” She asked brushing past me and leaving her wonderous scent in my vicinity after walking past me and then sitting on the edge of my bed in front of me. I tried my best to avoid the dark mystery between her two legs up her dress and form a response.

“Uhh…” I tried to think. It was great, actually. The first time I had enjoyed actually going to church. But I couldn’t tell her that… “Kind of boring. What I expected, really. Just a bunch of religious nonsense.”

Mother looked distraught at that.

“Honey… You shouldn’t say such things. I worry about your soul,” She said with a pout.

“There’s no such thing as a soul, Mom,” I responded.

Her frown deepened and asked, “Which parts of the sermon did you have most trouble or objections to?”

“Uhh…” Again I tried to think. I wasn’t exactly paying attention to the sermon and paying more attention to the skinship and my mother and sister making a flesh sandwich of me in the pews. “All of it, really?”

“Sweetie, did you even pay attention to the sermon? How can we save you if you won’t even open up a little to us and try to let the light in?” Mom asked, “Perhaps the demon distracted you.”

“No… of course I did. I just think where she talked about sin and umm… that stuff is all wrong. If it feels good then do it. That’s my philosophy.” I said, trying to cover up my bullshit.

Mom looked skeptically at my vague response and then looked like she came up with an idea. Her mouth curled into a smile and then said, “Sweetie, if you really did pay attention then you don’t mind if I quiz you on some of it? The sermon and passages she read. I have to make sure you are really open-minded about coming back into our flock.”

Oh man. Why did this have to become a test all of a sudden?

“Mom, I’m tired. I don’t want to go through that boring church stuff all over again.”

“We can make it more interesting,” She said with a devious smile. “How about for every response you get correct… I will remove a piece of clothing?”

KA-ching! Now that got my attention. I bolted upright and turned my chair to face her and nodded. “Yeah, we can do that!”

Every brain cell in my brain tried to recollect the sermon I had ignored as I readied myself.

“Let’s start with something easy. What was Isaiah’s father’s name?”

I did remember taking Sunday school and having a good breadth of knowledge when it came to the bible. I could pass her test without remembering the sermon at all. This is great!

“Amoz,” I said. My hands and my book was covering my crotch as blood rushed to that region and engorged my manhood at the upcoming strip.

Mom looked delighted and clapped like she was watching a dog roll over after commanding it. “That’s wonderful, sweetie.”

She examined her body and then looked at her feet. She reached down and took off one of her high heels, exposing her bare feet.

“That’s not fair,” I said. “You should take both shoes. They shouldn’t count as two items.”

Ugh, I figured she would try to draw this out. The answers might be a lot tougher, and I needed every piece I can get.

Mom reached down the other side of her long slender legs and took off her other pair. She had on pantyhose, and I admired her form but also remorse over that being another barrier to her naked form.

“Happy?” She said running her hands back up her legs as my eyes followed her. I nodded.

“Okay, next question. How many kings of Judah reigned over the time which Isaiah prophesied?” Mom asked.

“Four,” I answered quickly. Yes. I recall these verses well from my childhood Sunday school teachings. I was going to ace this test.

Again, mom clapped and delighted over my correct answer, albeit with less enthusiasm. She examined herself again and then decided. She reached up towards her ears and took off her earrings.

“Oh COME ON,” I moaned. “Those don’t count as clothing! That’s cheating mom.”

“Sweetie, you are answering these too well. You don’t want me to be naked within a couple of easy questions, do you?”

What kind of stupid question was that? I thought as I glared at her.

“Fine, fine…” She sighed, and she reached down and started pulling off her pantyhose exposing her soft milk-white skin. Her freshly shaved legs dangled out in front of me. My eyes drew up and down them and towards the darkness between her dress where I could make out her underwear.

“Satisfied?” She asked.

“Not yet…” I whispered under my breath. I looked down at my book and wondered how I can make it do my bidding. Though if I were to flip through it now, it would be considered cheating.

“Now, what did Isaiah say God likened sin to?”

My mind was distracted by her bare legs and the promised land I wanted to go to. I shook it off and tried to answer, “Scarlet and crimson?”

She didn’t seem surprised now by my correct responses. Her eyes shifted down, and she looked like she was puzzling over a decision. She decided and started unbuttoning her white collared shirt. I licked my lips in anticipation as she began to undress her shirt and taking it off her body revealing her bra and melon-sized breasts underneath it. It was her ordinary everyday undergarments but something she must have saved for special occasions, a lacey black garment that contrasted with her pale white skin. She must have had this whole thing planned to have changed in something so special.

Mom then looked a bit shy as I leered at her and covered herself a bit with her arms and started the quiz again, “Which King threatened the land of Judah?”

“The King of Assyria,” I said.

“Be more specific, dear,” She said.

“Uhmm… senna.. sennacherub? Sennacherib?” I said.

Mom seemed to be proud but also grew redder as she realized she was running out of clothes. She stood up off my bed and reached for her dress and started taking it off. She faced away from me, hiding her reddening face, and as she bent down, I could see her black lace panties appear as her dress came off of her and fell to my bedroom carpet. She picked it up and folded it neatly on my bed and sat again, closing her legs and still looking embarrassed.

“My, I didn’t think you would get all these right,” She said softly.

“Look, I paid attention, okay?” I lied. “By the way… what happens when you are completely naked, and I get something right?”

“Hmm?” She said and then blushed. “I suppose… we’d have to find a way to reward you for being such a good boy in church.”

Mom started straightening her hair and licked her lips suggestively, and my dick grew harder than ever, and I blurted. “Let’s resume.”

“How many Assyrians did the angel of the Lord smite?”

“Hundred fourscore and five thousand,” I said.

Mom looked shocked. I had the exact number. At that point, every synapse in my brain remembered everything about the bible I could. I was going to go to the promised land. Nothing would stop me.

Mom looked down at her panties and then at her chest, trying to decide which piece she would take off. To me, it wouldn’t matter at this point. I would get both and more.

She decided and sitting, unhooked her bra and her beautiful breasts flowed out as the cloth released itself from her soft skin. She held the bra, and I stared at her bare breasts and pink nipples as they presented themselves in front of me. They jiggled and sagged a bit from her age, but they still looked ripe and delicious to me. Her nipples hardened as she decided what to ask next. I longed to nip and nurse on them and felt myself panting heavily.

“I suppose you know much about the bible,” She said as her breasts jiggled and I took them in. “You are a clever boy, but let’s see if you can answer this. What passages and books did Tabitha ask us to read?”

Oh crap. I panicked. I tried to remember, but nothing came up. Why didn’t she just ask me more Bible trivia?

“Uhhh?” I said, trying to bide my time and think of a response.

Clearly, the sermon had to do with Isaiah so… maybe Jeremiah?

“Umm… the book of Jeremiah?” I said.

Mom frowned and then picked up her bra and put it back on. Oh no… She covered her beautiful bare breast, and I watched in horror as she hooked it back on. “I’m sorry dear, that’s not even close to right… did you really listen?”

“Umm… the book of Job?” I said.

More and more clothing went back on her as I got more answers wrong. She finally put on her earrings and smiled and gave me a kiss on my cheek as I wallowed in my blue ball cock block depression. “You did well, sweetie. Next time just listen to everything, and maybe we can try this again.”

I perked up at that, and she left the room, swaying her luscious hips in front of me and closing the door.

I texted my sister and asked her what book and passage did Tabitha ask us to read, and she replied.

“The Book of John. John 2:15-17. :)”