The striptease lesson hits its climax

"Alright, Mom, slide down. You can't do it all on the pole. Show Clara how the panties should come off," Broomi insisted, making her way back down. Even she was beginning to feel a little flustered, at the idea of exposing her ass to the holiest figure of the church, but it had to be done.

"M-Miss Clara, are you sure Geod wants us to do this?" Bonnie questioned, as she followed her daughter down slowly.

The high priestess nodded, then gave her best sermon pose, spreading each arm out from her side. It looked a little funny when she was in her underwear, instead of her long-sleeved robe. "Yes, my child. We must answer the sexual desires of the people. I am pleased that you and Confessor Broomi both plan to do your part," she applauded the two of them.

"And you, right?" Broomi questioned, lowering her eyebrows as she took her place, clutching both hands to the pole and looking over her shoulder.

"... And me, of course," she agreed, then gulped quietly.

"Y-You know, I can make a really wonderful garden salad that I could bring to the next church potluck instead-" Bonnie suggested, before they both fixed her with a withering glare. "... You're right. I can do this and the salad," she sighed, clutching one hand over her daughter's and bringing the other to rest in the hem of her flowery panties.

Broomi took the moment for instruction. "Okay. So the deal is, you don't just pull them off. If it's the last part, it's the most important. First, you shake your ass... Try to make a figure eight-" she explained, then looked to the side at her mom. Her mom was twerking, causing her impressive ass to quake up and down just by moving her hips up and down. "Ooooor, if you've got an ass like my mom, I guess you can just do that. Girls without a lot of meat have to try harder," the confessor grumbled.

"Sorry, Broomi... I wasn't trying to steal your lesson. That's just the way I know to do it," her mother apologized.

"Okay, well, for the sake of the exercise, do it my way for now, so we're in synch. If you're doing it with a partner, you need to match their movements. Try to trace the eight in the air, but do it opposite my own movements," she suggested. As it turned out... the daughter/mother pair was pretty well matched! There would be a certain erotic delight for anyone who had the opportunity to see the family perform together while both still so happened to be in decent physical condition for such things. "Now, grab it up and start teasing with it. Don't yank it off all at once, just kind of play with it."

Clara Fauxbright wasn't a lesbian, but even she could acknowledge she was witnessing something special, as mother and daughter both took turns teasing glimpses of their slowly gyrating hips and buttocks. "My word..." she whispered to herself, wondering if she also had what it took.

"Okay, now undo one side and then shake until it comes off by itself," Broomi insisted. Even as she did so, she heard her mother's complaint: hers didn't come off that way. "Then step out of them," Broomi corrected, mirroring the motion. Now they really were all the way naked... Neither of them wore the church's chastity belts, so their bare bottoms were pointed straight out towards Clara. Broomi's ass was small, fit, and cute... Bonnie's was large, obsequiously jiggly, and... also cute. Two very cute butts for differing tastes. From around the bottom, Clara could make out their pubic hair... both mother and daughter weren't the neatest shaven. It seemed that the family bush applied to more than just the head.

"... I wonder if I need to tell them to shave it before they perform," Clara thought to herself, pondering if that was an **** of power. She had always kept hers quite trim, so it hadn't occurred to her that some people liked a little bush.

"That's good, Mom," Broomi admitted. "But the fun doesn't stop there. We have to go back up. At the top, we'll spread our legs."

"Broomi, that's lewd," Bonnie chastised her daughter while pressing both palms to her beet-red cheeks.

"You're lewd!" Broomi retorted with a snicker. It was kind of true. "Up ya go! You do it first and I'll stay down here to coach you." Unable to resist herself, she gave the poor lady a swat on her chubby buttocks, setting her bouncing.

"B-Broomi! Don't spank your mother..." the woman cried, though she now eagerly obeyed the command.

The two girls down below stared in awe as Bonnie made her way, completely nude, up the pole towards the angel bust at the top. It was beginning to get to be a bit much for the daughter to watch, so the naked confessor turned her eyes back to Clara. "You really think my mom is suited for this?" she asked one more time, keeping her hands on her hips and lowering her eyebrows.

Clara smiled awkwardly. "Actually, yes. I am now far more convinced than when we started that she will be a fine tool of Geod, to strengthen the faith of the people," the high priestess responded.

... Broomi couldn't argue with that logic.

Just when everything seemed to be going perfectly and they'd all gotten on the same page, however, they would be **** to face a new, unforeseen trouble together...!