Sloppy French Kissing Love Ones Shows Love To God

I put pen to paper.

“Embrace all thy cherished family and did love ones who art of age in wet tongue kisses. For yond is how to showeth loveth to God. ”

I smiled. This was ridiculous. There was no way any of this could happen. Today was an anomaly. I closed the book and went to sleep. It was silly. I was being silly.

The morning came, and I rose and took a shower. I still had the book in the back of my silly head. What a ridiculous notion. I came down and saw my mother. My heart skipped a beat as she was still in her shower robe, her hair tied up. She smiled at me.

“Good morning, dear,” Mom said.

“Morning,” I said.

“Did you get a chance to read the book, honey?” Mom asked.

“I’ve been reading it my whole life. It’s not like I’m going to have a sudden religious revelation overnight,” I said. I went to the cupboard for some cereal and in the fridge for some milk.

I poured it out and grabbed a spoon from the cupboard and started eating.

Mom stood beside me and watched me eat. I eyed her suspiciously and chewed. With my mouth full, I said in gargles, “What?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full dear,” Mom chided me.

I swallowed my food and went for a napkin and wiped my mouth. “What do you want Mom?”

“Well, dear, I wanted to wait for you to finish your food so I could kiss you,” Mom said.

My eyes bulged at that. I stared at her for a while, and Mom looked dead serious. “Excuse me?”

“I know you don’t believe in the faith, but Lord says I should show you, as one of my loved ones, an embrace of wet tongue kissing,” Mom said.

I dropped my spoon. It clung on the table as I stared slack-jaw at mom. She looked a bit concerned.

Oh… So the holy command in the book worked. I reddened and blush. I tried to resolve myself and focus.

“Well… it’s important to your beliefs. Mom so go ahead,” I said turning in my chair to face her. Was this a prank? This was my mother. She couldn't be that religiously devoted that she would kiss her son on the word of scripture, would she? Well, I should indulge her and see where it goes... for science of course.

Mom bent over to where I was sitting. Her eyes closed, and her mouth reached in for a kiss. Her wet lips softly brushed mine, and she soon controlled the flow of the kiss. Her tongue plunged forward into my mouth, and I found myself reaching out with my tongue towards her, our tongue dancing between each mouth, her hands holding my face. With my tongue forward, she took it in her mouth and sucked on it. A line of saliva was now dripping where our mouths met, and soft moans filled the kitchen room. The room seemed to spin, and I was engulfed in heat.

I was stopped in my daze when Mary, my sister, entered. I was a startled upon seeing Mary come in and witness her mother and her brother kissing, but Mary paid it no mind and went to the cupboard to pour herself some cereal. Mom withdrew her face from mine and left me there, hot and bothered, and with a tent beginning to form in my pants. Mom didn’t seem to notice it and went towards Mary.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Mom said to Mary.

Mary was still wearing her night pajamas and sounded groggy when saying, “Morning, Mom.”

I was awe-struck when Mom positioned in front of Mary, and the two held each other gazes. Mom and Mary’s mouth met, and they closed their eyes and started exchanging tongues. Mother bent over Mary and towered over her and started lapping at her face, her hands holding Mary’s chin. The two made sucking and wet noises on each other as it looked like Mother was nursing on Mary’s tongue like a hungry newborn on their mother. This went on for moments, and I was stiff as a rock watching intently. Mother opened her eyes and smiled and parted from Mary’s mouth, and Mary went on to pour the milk in her cereal as if nothing happened.

“Are you coming with us to Church today, John?” Mom asked me.

I tried to think straight and come up with a response, “Umm. I will think about it.”

“Oh that’s wonderful,” Mom said. “Your Aunt and Cousins have missed you there.”

I licked my lips in a Pavlovian response to that.

“Mom, does it say in scripture you have to kiss your family members like that?” I asked.

“Of course it does. Honey, I know you started to stray from the flock, but surely you remember this?” Mom said.

“Can I see your bible?” I asked.

“Oh my goodness,” Mom yelped in delight, “Are you really thinking about rejoining our flock, John?”

I might be. Mom scurried away and brought back her personal bible. I opened it. I went to the back where I scribbled the new religious laws on my book. It was there. It wasn’t in my handwriting but a standard print font, but it was there all the same. Even the “Amen” part where I had replaced the word with “Boobies”.

“Are you having religious enlightenment, John?” Mom asked me staring into my face as I poured over her bible.

“Something like that,” I said. I tried to erase the text on mom’s copy of the Bible, but it didn’t work.

I put down her book and thanked her and went up to my room. I took out all the old Books of SLD I received in my previous birthdays out and examined them. All had the alteration I had made. I brought one of the books and placed them next to the ancient one leather-bound copy. Opening the ancient one, I rubbed out the word “Boobies” and re-added the word “Amen.” Both books changed. The ancient one had the power to change every holy scripture. I smiled like a kid who just wandered into a candy store with his dad’s credit card.

Reopening the ancient book again, I wrote the next few laws to test it out further. So begins the New Gospel of John…