Spend some time with mom

Putting an arm around my mom, I pulled her tightly into my side. “So mother, I think that since your to be my wife, it’s only fair I call you by your name Jessica. Is that okay with you?”

My mother just eagerly nodded, still excited over the recent change. “Yes David, that sounds perfect. I can’t believe you declared yourself the head of the house. My own son, performing such a holy act. We have to tell everyone at church!”

It was a little off-putting to see your once serious and harsh mom nearly jumping in joy, but then again, she was the one that was strictest in living by the bible in pursuit of holiness. Now she was technically living in the moment where her serving me would be ‘the holiest of holy actions.’

“Yes, church… That’s not for a couple days so for now... I feel like the next course of action is for us to head up to my room to think of a few new rules in this house.” Taking my mom’s hand, I pulled her alongside me up to my bedroom, leaving my crying dad in the living room. I may have put in some extra lines about how humiliating it is for a father to have their son become the head of the house.

My room wasn’t anything special, but in my years of hell here, it been a place of comfort and home for me. I had a couple posters on the wall, simple things that took a lot of persuasive talks to have. I had a desk in one corner of the room, with a laptop on it. There was also the bookshelf that was 70% bible and 30% books talking about the bible, and then there was my bed. It was pretty big, at least big enough for two people. This was going to be the new master bedroom. There was no way I was going to take my parent’s room; it was too bland and boring looking in there.

As we entered my room, I took a step back to look at my mom. Like I said before, she was a very beautiful woman, it was just unfortunate how she hid all that beauty in how she dressed. Like, right now she was wearing a black turtleneck sweater that went down to cover her arms. She was also wearing some darks jeans and white socks. Besides her face and hands, she always kept everything else covered. I honestly have no idea how she survives during the summer.

“Alright Jessica, as my first rule of the house, while you’re in this room, you’re not allowed to wear any clothes.” As I uttered the words, I began to feel nervous. What if she refuses and begins to rebound away from my bible writings?

Her smile seemed to weaken as she heard me speak. “Uhm, honey, are you sure you want me to be naked? It’s sinful for a man to look at a naked woman.” She wasn’t sounding so sure of the situation anymore.

Quoting the edits, I made in the bible, I tried to reassure her with the ‘holy’ lines. “Remember Jessica, ‘The wife of a son must obey and serve her husband no matter what, as her actions with the son shall be judged on a different level than the rest of humanity.’ It is not a sin for you to be naked here as I have asked you, instead it is a holy thing. It’ll only be a sin if you say no.”

“Okay son, I trust you. I’ll do as you ask, it’s just… no has seen me naked before.” She was beginning to blush really hard as she grabbed the hem of her sweater and started pulling it over her head.

“What? What about my father? Shouldn’t he have seen you naked when you had sex?” I wouldn’t put it behind my mom to limit some of the interactions with my dad, but he had to see her naked once before, at least during sex.

Just when I thought she couldn’t get redder, she blushed even more. The sweater was now gone, and she was now pulling her long-sleeved shirt off.

She was giggling a bit in nervousness. “Uhm… you see, I didn’t want us to commit any act of evil, so when we had sex, I had the lights turned off so no one could lust after the other. And we only had sex twice. The first time I got pregnant with you and the second time I didn’t get pregnant. So, to make sure we didn’t sin in lust, I said we couldn’t have sex anymore.”

Damn. That had to suck for my dad, only had sex with his wife twice. Well, I’ll see if I can break that record in just one day. I continued to wait patiently, giving her time to take off the rest of her clothes.

Finally, she was standing completely naked in from of me, her sexy body on full display. I could feel my mouth salivate as I stared at her. She looked uncomfortable and embarrassed as I stared at her, but she kept her ground and didn’t even try to cover herself with her hands.

“Don’t be embarrassed Jessica, you are a very beautiful woman. You should feel pride in your situation.” Walking up to her, I pulled her into an embrace. Her whole body seemed to tense up as I touched her. “Jessica, look into my eyes. There is nothing to feel ashamed of or worried about. Embrace this change, don’t fear it.” Leaning down I began to kiss her slowly. She was still tense but slowly relaxed into my arms. She even began to reciprocate my kiss.

My hands began to explore her body, sliding down to her waists, around her ass, and then up to her chest where I could rub those perky breasts. Her skin was so soft, and her kisses were so gentle and innocent. I let one hand slide between her legs. She seemed to take good care of herself down there as I only felt a small patch of hair that was trimmed short. Exploring that region, I began to rub her mound, putting some pressure on her clit.

The response was immediate. Her breathing was getting heavy and she was moaning into every kiss. Her lips were moving with more urgency and of her volition, she began to slide her tongue into my mouth where my tongue graciously met hers. Faster and faster I moved my hand until suddenly she shrieked in pleasure, tensing up within my arms, before losing strength and collapsing.

I caught her in my arms and helped her stand on shaky legs. “That was so... magical David. This is surely a sign of your holiness because I have never felt anything like that before.”

Wait, does that mean she never even had an orgasm? Every minute I was discovering more and more of the sad sex life my parents had. I may be a virgin, but I know what they had really sucked. Looking at my satisfied mother, I decided that it was time we made a real sex life for both of us.

Still supporting her, I helped lead her over to my bed. “Come on beautiful, I think it’s time you experience some more grace of God with your son.”