Men Must Shave Their Women and Drink Their Nectar

I’m a fan of the well-trim bush, but mom’s unkempt hedging got to go. Time to do some lawn maintenance via holy scripture.

The Lord said to Moses, “Go to your wife and trim all her hairs on her body except the ones on her head. And go with a razor on her body and wash her and cleanse her spirit. And you shall drink and taste upon her lower lips and take in her nectar.”

But Mom wasn’t my wife. Is there any way I could change that?

“In all things, if your beloved husband should pass, then his eldest son will take his place as your keeper.”

There. Bit vague, but bible verses are like that. I wonder if I could take advantage of this in other ways? We shall see if it even works. I re-entered the baths. Mom already left with Mary in her towel before I wrote the new law, but I had to check on a feeling. When I went into the open baths again, Mom was sitting there nude, alone on a stool.

“John, I was wondering where you went,” Mom said.

This reality changing thing with the Bible was playing with my mind.

“I thought you went to go get changed?” I said.

“No, just Mary. We aren’t finished yet,” Mom said.

“We?” I asked.

“Dear, you said you would go to the locker to fetch the razor and shaving gel,” Mom said.

I did? I must have in this reality, I guess.

“Will you excuse me for one second, got take a piss,” I said.

I returned to the locker room and opened my locker. A razor and bottle of shaving gel were sitting beside my clothes. I examined my clothes, and my underwear was brand new, no longer soiled. Neat. I didn’t want to get my book wet so I placed it in the locker next to my clothes and got out the shaving cream and razor.

I went back through the marble opening and to the baths with a towel wrapped around my waist, covering the erectness I had built up in anticipation. I sat down before her on the stool on the stone tile and positioned myself between her legs. Mom reddened and spread her legs, revealing her bush of fair hair and pussy lips underneath.

“Thank you for doing this for me in place of your father,” Mom said. “I know you don’t believe in our religion for now… but it’s important to me that I do this…”

“Sure. I remember you used to cut my hair, so let’s call it even,” I said.

I took the shaving gel and slathered it on my hands and rubbed it over the area above her clitoris and where her bush started and worked my way across and then down. I could feel her tremble with as my hand movements went lower towards her clit and labia. My fingers traced her pussylips and spread the gel foam all around her vagina. I worked for my hands and glided over the slit and towards the clit and rubbed it gently, just grazing it with the tips of my fingers. I looked up, and Mom had her eyes closed and was breathing hard. When her hairy crotch was wholly covered with the cream, I took the razor and ran it through hot water.

From the top, I worked the razor down and removed all her pubic hair an inch at a time, running the razor through the water to clean it and then back on her flesh. The blade ran down and revealed more and more of her bare skin until she was completely bare and hairless in front of me. With a towel, I wiped off all the residue of leftover cream and blew gently on her pussy. I could see her skin form goosebumps and her legs quiver with the action.

“I suppose I should drink and suck out the nectar as the Bible suggested?” I said.

“You… you don’t have to John. You say you aren't a Normon,” Mom panted.

“But you are, would it make you happy if I did?” I asked.

“I suppose…” Mom said in a whisper, quiet voice.

“You don’t mind if I pray right now?” I asked.`

Mom shook her head and bit her bottom lip, and I reached under my towel and started to “pray”.

I bent down and took her nectar in and prayed hard. My lips kissed her lower lips and hungrily lapping at it like I was lost in a desert and finally found an oasis. My mouth made slurping sounds and sucking sounds like I was rudely sipping on soup. Mom stared intently at her son, eating her cunt and then closed her eyes and bent her head back.

“Oh, Lord…” Mom said. “Thank you.”

I was praying hard now, rubbing my dick with ****. I wanted badly to just get up and fuck her. I had to be content with savoring the juices that were flowing into my mouth with her arousal. My tongue pierced in and out of her pussy, and I greedily lapped at her like a melting ice cream cone. My nose buried in her, and I could smell her musk and take it all in. Her cream poured into my mouth, and I lapped it all up, savoring the nectar that was dripping into me.

“H-honey…” Mom said. “Y-your going to make me... burst.”

I ignored her and kept stroking and lapping and tongue-fucking her. My tongue went down and probed her ass and then back up to her clitoris and flicked at it. She gritted her teeth and convulsed and sprinkled my face with her love juices. I closed my eyes and bear it as she moaned and kept lapping and stroking. I was close and feeling the propulsion of it coming. I got up between her legs and pulled my face towards her. I greeted her, as the bible said, and kissed her and stroking over her body. Jets of my seed hit my towel and went under and towards her thighs and the stone tiles while my tongue was buried in her mouth.

We were both panting as we felt the relief of our emissions. Mom got up and let out a heavy breath and with a towel wiped herself off.

“You didn’t get all the shaving cream off,” Mom said, wiping some of my cum off her thighs. “Thank you for that, John. I know you don’t like these religious rites, but it means a lot to me.”

She left me there, light-headed. I needed more. I headed back to the locker room to plan my next move.