When in Rome Tongue-fuck Marsha and Her Daughters

I weighed the option in my head. I could still maintain I needed spiritual guidance from these women while still engaging in their rich and extremely hot cultural traditions. When in Rome, right?

Marsha came up to me and smiled, saying, “Oh my goodness. It is so great to see you back in Church dear. Your father will be delighted. He wan-”

My aunt and mother’s sister-wife had no time to complete her thoughts as my face pulled towards her. I held Marsha’s face with my hands and stuck out my tongue, and she relinquishes control of her head and mouth to me. I was taller than Marsha and had my face over hers, and I pressed my face against hers and had my tongue dripping down to her open mouth. With our nose pressed against each other, I aggressively flicked my tongue in her mouth as her tongue flicked back in mine. I poured my saliva into her and tasted the inside of her mouth. Getting lost in the moment, I reached around and caress the soft flesh of her underside. Her bare ass beneath her short mini skirt felt meaty and luscious and filled my palms with malleable flesh as I cupped them and stroked my tongue in Marsha’s mouth. Her eyes glared at me, and we had one last peck on the lips before our face parted and Marsha spoke.

“Young man, that’s very inappropriate for you to touch me down there. I know you are young and full of hormones but… don’t let the devil get the better of you.” Marsha said.

Oh right. It was odd to me she would have no problem with exchanging saliva with me and eating out each other’s faces but touching her butt was a no go. I would have to change that soon. Where’s my book?

“My hands slipped,” I said.

“Well, it’s quite alright. Your mother says you are thinking of coming back to the church… I suppose if you were to come back to us, I could offer you a better and longer tour of my backside,” Marsha's face when she said this started out offended and then grew in a wicked seductive smile.

What was going on? It seemed both the traditionalism and puritanical virtues of the old conservative Normom housewife and the new liberal religious laws I implemented were clashing together somehow. Making this strange mix of being revolted by lewdness and at the same time being so open about it.

I had no time to dwell on my thoughts as Judith and Shirley came towards me and made their greetings. Their lips still wet.

“Brother John. It’s so great to see you in Church,” Judith said, playing with her ponytail and twinkling her eyes. “Shirley and I told our mother and your mother that if you didn’t come this week, we would simply have to drag you here by using any means necessary.”

I was already hard, but my dick twitched at that suggestion. Goddamnit. Why didn’t I stay at home?

“John, what made you see the pathway back to God?” Shirley asked.

“Let’s just say I saw something in the book last night that really filled me with bliss,” I said.

“Oh, what?” Shirley asked.

I moved forward and took Shirley’s freckled face in my hands and pushed my tongue into her mouth. She relented and held still, letting me facefuck her with my tongue. She tasted of Mary and her sister and mint. Her breathing was a lot harder and ragged than my mother’s or Marsha(Shirley’s mother) when I kissed them. Could it be she enjoyed this beyond a casual greeting? My hands wanted to move forward and grope her small perky tits, but I had to remember to control myself. We stared into each other’s eyes for a while as I held her face, and we parted our lips.

Judith came over and bent her back and opened her mouth, waiting for me to greet her as well. I sucked on her lower lips and flicked my tongue in her, and we showed our love to God as I hungrily danced tongues with her. Judith made vacuum noises as she sucked on my tongue, and we enjoyed each’s breath and saliva. I had my hands on her face and back of her neck, drawing her to me and exploring her soft porcelain freckled skin with my hands. We parted lips, and I kissed her nose, and she smiled.

We all went to our seats soon after, and the Bishop came in and started his sermon. I sat down between my Mother and Mary. Fuck why couldn’t the Bishop be someone hot and not this old balding man? Maybe I can change that. It wasn’t all bad. I got into to my seat and wedged myself between my Mother and Mary. They followed the letter of the religious laws close and pressed themselves against me as we listened.