Questions of love and loyalty

“Ma…” Chastity approached, unsure even herself what she was about to ask. Her muffled words came still from between the older woman's thighs, in gaps between the continuing diligent application of tongue to pinkness. In terms of ‘cleansing spent seed’, the teen felt she'd completed her task, but her mother had not said to stop… so stop she would not.

“Is this really what God wants from us? To just be holes for the Brothers to pour their… stuff into?”

The parent looked down upon her offspring, still diligently sending ripples of pleasure up through her body. There were hints of a frown and an imminent lecture: the furious reply that any such doubts would have been met with, before all this. But it was hard to drum up righteous fury in as exhausted a state as she was, with a tongue plying at her sphincter and the warm sun upon her shoulders. Besides… Chastity was a woman grown now, she needed to see the Light on her own terms.

“I was… lost for so long, when your father left us.” She began, her voice croaking a little; perhaps from the heartbreak even now, perhaps from the constant bruising of phalluses it had received of late.

“Lost as to how a man who had claimed such piety could betray us and his faith so easily. Lost as to how our church and community could accept and forgive his transgressions and lies, yet leave us out in the cold. Lost as to how the Lord could allow all that to happen at all. For a moment… I even felt my own faith waiver.”

Chastity’s mother reached down and stroked her daughter’s hair, smiling at the beautiful creature she'd made, spattered with the drying seed of their new family.

“But then I met Him, and found hope at last. Hope, and purpose. The first time he brought me to my knees… Bent me over on the altar… Oh, I felt so free! I felt like finally everything made sense. And that's what I want for you as well, my darling: to let you feel the divine with every inch of your body. Protected from those who would lie and cheat and hurt you.”

Mother’s smile blossomed wide and warm, in a way it simply never had been before all this. Giving Chastity no doubt at all that she meant every word she said. The teen realised she had never been given so open a view into how the divorce had affected her parent, nor why she had handed everything they had left to Father and his church. She had no vision of how hard and harsh the world outside could be. So in her heart, the will solidified: she would do whatever it took to make this work. Whatever was needed to keep the one who had stayed with her smiling brightly. She would be a good daughter, and devoted Sister… however much meat of her Brothers that meant she had to swallow.