Lots of Mouth to Mouth

The three of us headed to the endowment room for the sermon. We were greeted there by my late father’s other wife, Marsha and her two daughters and my half-sisters (though growing up I called them cousins), Judith and Shirley. Marsha was a voluptuous red-haired milf with her a bun hairdo. If you ever watched Mad Men, she was a close doppelganger of Joan on the show but perhaps not quite as curvaceous. She also wore the modest old school Americana fashion that all women of this town embraced. Her daughters Judith and Shirley were both twins, and both shared their mother’s red-hair, though Judith had it in a ponytail and Shirley in shoulder length hair that went up in curls. Neither redheaded pixie daughter had filled out their clothes the way that their mother Marsha had.

I took in the sight of them all, specifically their long bare legs that stretched out beneath their mini skirts. So they were all devoted Normons, all following the new dress code I had implemented. I wanted so badly to look underneath to see if they followed the full extent of the law. Marsha came towards my mother and the two hugged and then grasped each other’s hands like best friends.

“Sister Sarah,” Marsha said. “It is always good to see you. It’s been so long.”

“It’s only been a few days Marsha,” My mother replied. “Though I have missed you. Ever since Thomas (my father and their husbands) passed away, we simply do not spend enough time together.”

Marsha smiled and nodded. Then I stared lecherously at them while they brought their faces to close. Marsha held my mother’s face in her hands and devoured her. The two had their eyes closed and sucked on each other’s lips and tongues, both sticking their pink tongues out and sampling each other saliva. A trail of spit was going down my mother’s chin, which Marsha down and lapped up with her tongue and covered her mouth over my mother’s and flicked her tongue between my mother’s tongue. I stared in excitement. My dick was going crazy. My mind was screaming. “ME NEXT!”

While this happened, in the corner of my eye, I could see Mary, my sister, making conversation with Marsha’s twin daughters, Judith and Shirley. After some blanket greetings, the three formed a triangle between them and all stuck out their tongues and lapped at each other’s faces. My jaw dropped watching this both go on. Mary alternated between Judith and Shirley doling out her mouth‘s attention between both of them and each had their tongues out waiting for it to be sucked and toyed with. Mary put Judith’s tongue over Judith’s and pushed it in and out of Judith’s mouth while Judith bobbed her head back and forth on the tongue. A long trail of saliva connected their mouths as Mary withdrew and did the same thing with Shirley. There was sucking and lapping noises everywhere. Tongues and saliva were coming out everywhere. My head was spinning.

Marsha smiled at my mother, apparently done with getting to know her mouth and walked towards me. Judith and Shirley looked like they were just about to finish too.

I could wait and see what happened or take the initiative and be ardent in this religious greeting.