Date: Fri, 16 Jul 2004 13:20:31 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan Subject: Fallen Foursquare, Incest (f/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts incest between daughter and mother. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2004 Jan, All Rights Reserved. Please mail to janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future stories. Fallen Foursquare By Jan The shame of it all! The dark haired woman sitting outside the chambers of the church council of elders was wringing her moist handkerchief in grief. Her face was streaked with tears. How could she face them and explain how she could have sinned so much? She hardly even noticed how hard the old polished wooden bench felt. She was trying to figure out how a true believer of the church founded by Aimee Semple McPherson could have fallen so low. Her Grandparents had been faithful followers of her evangelical radio broadcasts and went to her tent revivals when she was anyplace near their southern Midwest farm. They never lost faith even when the newspapers accused her of having an affair. She had come up missing for more than a week and when she reappeared, she claming that she had been kidnapped and had escaped by walking across a dessert. The papers quickly pointed out that she was not dehydrated, sunburned or even had chapped lips. Her faithful followers accepted that God had carried for her. After all she had healed hundreds of people by laying her hands on them. Her parents had been such faithful followers that they named Aimee after the founder. When she graduated from high school she had applied for acceptance to the Foursquare College in southern California. She was thrilled when she was accepted. It was her fervent desire to meet the man of her dreams and marry a minister of the church. True to her dreams she met a tall lanky sandy haired student that was just completing his Doctorate of Divinity while she was in her sophomore year. She never missed any of his sermons in the temple. She was as star struck as a teenager over a rock star. She was thrilled when he would invite her to walk to a Winchels donut shop for coffee and a fresh donut. It was only after a couple of dates when he laid out what he wanted out of life. He wanted to spend a few years on the evangelist circuit and was sure that in a short time he would be offered a position as minister to a church. He told her that it would not be a glamorous life but it would be a rewarding life for the right couple. When he asked her if she could be the wife of a minister she acted on impulse by kissing him right there in public. Malcolm was ten years older than her. He was not an emotional man unless he was behind the lectern preaching. Public displays of emotion were not in him. They were married right after he completed his studies and she left school to follow him on the circuit. She made the ideal ministers wife. If you were to compare her to a picture of her grandmother you would find it hard to believe that they were not the same person. They looked so much alike. Hair pulled back into a tight bun on the back of her head. It made their widows peek stand out. A stray hair on the back of the neck was just not tolerated. Their dresses were very conservative. They could have been ordered from the same 1938 Sears and Roebuck catalog, long sleeves, lace around the neck to hide any hint of cleavage, hems below the knees. Nylons only needed to be above the knee and her shoes were dark with practical heels. What little makeup she used could never be called flashy. True to his word they spent a few years traveling around the evangelist circuit. When they were offered as position as minister to a congregation not all that far from the farm she had been raised on she was thrilled. When they were settled in they agreed it was time to start a family. They had practiced abstinence until that time. Obviously Malcolm was not a romantic man. He approached reproduction as an obligation and he performed during intercourse as though it was an unpleasant duty. The act was performed in the missionary position, under the covers, with the lights off. It was almost a relief when he could announce to the congregation that they were expecting a child. Aimee had a difficult pregnancy. She was confined to her bed for the last five months. When Amelia was born there were complications and the doctor was forced to remove Aimee's womb and ovaries in order to save her life. The news was greeted with some remorse that they would not have more children but also with some relief that there would no longer be any need to engage in the lustful act of sex. Aimee acted the perfect minister's wife. She hosted teas for the ladies of the church while raising Amelia. As the years passed the lack of female hormones in her body had the effect of her face and body showing more hair than women normally have. Not that her husband noticed. He hardly even looked at her anymore. There were rumors among the congregation that he was strange. Not that any of the ladies would say anything directly to her but she heard them talking behind her back. She did notice that he did spend a lot of time working with a select number of men from the church. They seemed to find a lot of reasons to travel together. Even a naive woman like her finally noticed the way her husband touched the hands of these men more tenderly than he did hers. The day did come when she walked into the rectory and found one of his younger followers kneeing in front of him sucking on the penis that was not being used on her anymore. She silently backed out without being seen. She spent the next few sleepless nights thinking about it and came to the conclusion that her position as a minister's wife was her reward and sex was not that important. If he wanted his sex with men, at least he would not divorce her for another woman. Besides the other women of the church that suspected that he was gay afforded her every kindness. In fact she was looked upon as being a martyred woman for holding the congregation and home together in the face of everything. Aimee's biggest problem at that time was her daughter Amelia. The girl rebelled against everything the church stood for. From the time she started school she defied all authority. She hated the clothes her mother bought and found ways to acquire clothes more in keeping with the girls in school. She found she could borrow them from friends and talk their mothers to buy them for her. She even resorted to shoplifting them. Amelia even found that she could get the things she desired by trading sexual favors for them. She acquired the latest CD's and such by providing sexual satisfaction to some of the women of the town. Of course some women of the congregation were not as devout as some would have you believe. They offered Aimee help looking after Amelia. Aimee was happy to let someone else put up with her distrustful mouth and temper tantrums. Amelia would be shuffled from house to house. It was not uncommon for some of the women to spank her for her misconduct. Several of these fine ladies would pull her panties down while placing her over their knee. They would spank her until her buttocks were flaming red. Then on the excuse that they had not meant to spank so hard, they would offer to make it feel better by applying lotion. Amelia found it exciting when these righteous women would slip a finger between her legs accidentally to cop a feel of her pussy. It would not be long before she could get away with smoking right in front of these women in exchange for allowing them to fondle and then kiss and suck her sweet innocent pussy. As much as she hated to attend church she did get a thrill out of sitting there on the wooden pews next to one of the righteous women making them nervous by rubbing her thigh against theirs. She delighted in finding ways to feel them up in ways that they could not say anything about with out drawing attention to themselves. Several of these women had daughters of their own. The mischievous Amelia would deliberately seduce some of these children and set it up so that their mother's would catch their sweet little girls sucking her pussy. While these women would be shocked and angered they would not say anything because they either thought she would make it public or that she would deny them further access to her pussy. Amelia, of course, was well aware of her father's sexual taste and she was determined to use that information to her advantage. The day came when Amelia decided that her self- righteous mother needed to find out that the man she held on a pedestal had feet of clay before she treated her to a taste of her pussy. She snooped through her father's desk for any evidence of his sexual dalliances after she found out how to pick the lock with an old button hook. She found more than she bargained for hidden in that drawer. She found love notes from men and not all of them were members of the church. In fact the largest collection of letters came from a man known to own a gay bar. The letters were full of references to retreats to a lake. The descriptions of sexual acts were very explicit. Some letters contained photographs of naked men engaged in sex with each other. If her father was in them he was always the dominant participator. He was either letting the admiring men suck his cock or he was fucking them in the ass. The men may have been caused some discomfort by the size of his prick but they obviously were enjoying his affection. She found the pictures to be erotic and looked at them as she masturbated. It took her a while to figure out how she was going to let her mother find out about him, however, on a day when her mother was hounding her to help clean the house she saw her chance. She reluctantly agreed to help. If she had been too agreeable her mother would have known she was up to something. By putting up a little fight she would not suspect that he was leading her where she wanted her to go. She went to her father's office just long enough to pick the lock and select a few choice letters and pictures and placed them on top of the desktop before locking the desk again. She wanted it to look like he had left them on the desk by accident. When they worked their way to his office Amelia gently worked it so her mother found the letters. Aimee picked up the letters and read one in order to figure out what cubby hole to put the paper in. She blushed when she read the contents. She cast a look at Amelia before crumpling the letter. Then she saw the photographs. She picked them up and shuffled through them quickly. She stood there emotionally crushed because she had denied the truth for so many years. Amelia stepped up beside her mother and put her arm around her as she took the photographs from her hand and looked at them. Aimee started crying on her daughter's shoulder. Her simple dress was sweaty from the work on a humid day. Amelia comforted her mother and led her to the bedroom as she told her she knew that her father was gay and that it didn't need to ruin their lives. She told her mother that she should take a nap and get some rest. Aimee didn't resist as Amelia undressed her. When she removed her mothers full satin slip she saw her mother's body for the first time from a new perspective. She saw how much she looked like the older women in the congregation that delighted in spanking her bare ass. Her figure was not bad but she had an unusual amount of hairy fuzz covering her body. It would not have been so bad if it were not so dark. Aimee lay on the bed wearing nothing but her bra, panties and her knee high rolled nylon stockings and her shoes still on. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep. She had almost drifted off when she felt Amelia sit on the bed. The girl found the sight of her mother lying there half naked to be very exciting. When Aimee felt her daughter unhook her bra she didn't move. Her breasts were a comfortable 36-C size and were as white as milk. After all they had never been exposed to the sun. Amelia saw a ring of hair around her mother's areolas. She could not resist touching the hair with her fingertip. When her fingertip touched the nipple and she saw her mother's breast rise. The nipples became stiffer as she continued to touch them. She had no idea that her mother still had any sexual feelings. It thrilled her that her Aimee responded so quickly to her touch any she decided to go further. She lay next to her mother and cuddled her in her arms. Aimee felt her wet cheek touch her daughter's bare arm. She knew she should not be letting her daughter touch her breasts like this but it had been so long since anyone touched her body with any desire. Surprisingly she found her body responding to the touch all on its own so she didn't object when Amelia rolled on top of her and kissed her on the mouth. She could taste cigarettes in her mouth and knew without a doubt that she was smoking behind her back. Rather than scolding her for doing that she found it very exciting that her daughter was so rebellious. She had never had the nerve to do anything the church considered wrong. The few times that she had touched herself in a sexual way she had been overwhelmed with feelings of guilt afterwards. It didn't take long before Aimee no longer noticed the taste of the tobacco and instead she felt a stirring in her body as a result of the kiss that she could not remember her husband ever arousing even when they were deliberately trying to have children. Sex with him had been more of a duty to present the ideal family to the congregation. She had no idea that during the time he had been fucking her he was probably thinking about fucking some guys butt hole. She began crying again but Amelia stopped her by kissing her again. She really shocked her mother when she slipped her tongue between her lips as her hand moved under the waistband of her panties and felt her pussy. It startled Aimee so much that she froze until she felt a tingling between her legs that she hadn't felt since the day Malcolm proposed to her. She felt so delightfully wicked when Amelia pulled her panties down. When they had been removed she even spread her legs and allowed her daughter full access to her sex. Amelia curled up over the lower half of her mother's torso and inspected her mother's cunt. She had seen and tasted quite a few vaginas in her young life but this was such a new thrill. Her own mother's pussy, her head had come out of this hole. The hair around it was as dark as hers. It had never been trimmed and the bush protruded well beyond her panty line. The labia hung well beyond the crack between her legs and when she parted them she saw her mother's little clitoris hidden in a hooded sheath. She leaned down and licked it tenderly and felt the shutter run through her mother's body. Aimee knew she should stop her, after all this was surely a sin, but she really didn't want to stop her. Amelia was arousing things in her body that she didn't even know she could feel. Her child proceeded to suck her pussy and tongue her clit until she had a climax like nothing she had ever felt. After that she was willing to do anything Amelia asked. When Amelia lay on the bed and told her mother to suck her pussy she was not sure she could. She kissed her on the mouth to stall for time. She cupped her daughter's breasts and played with the nipples. Amelia became impatient and had to force her mother's head down to her breasts. She allowed her to suck on her tits for awhile but soon grew more demanding when she said, "Suck my PUSSY you old BITCH!" Aimee cowered and moved down her body. She may not have ever thought about what it would be like to experience the sin of tasting another woman's pussy before but one taste of Amelia's cunt and she knew she would do it again. She spent half of the day licking and chewing on demand. Her face was smeared with the juice she had collected from that mysterious hole and she loved it. There was no hurry Malcolm was away on one of his healing missions with his newest young friend. When she thought about what they were really doing she attacked Amelia's pussy all the more. Eventually they fell asleep exhausted. In the morning she was still asleep when Amelia got up to pee. She did her thing and brushed her teeth. She put on her makeup and felt particularly brave. She retrieved her pack of cigarettes and lighter. She entered her mother's bedroom lighting up a cigarette and puffed away as she sat her naked ass on the bed. As the bed sagged Aimee awoke and she remembered what she had been doing the night before. She felt ashamed of herself. She was about to rebuke her daughter for smoking but bit her tongue. She didn't approve of the makeup either but could not bring herself to say anything to her daughter. Amelia leaned over and kissed her mother on the mouth. "Wake up sleepy head. Let's have breakfast before we get back to playing again" Aimee dutifully got up and peed before brushing her teeth and combing her hair back into her customary bun. Her daughter stopped her from gathering up her clothes and putting them back on. She led her naked to the kitchen and sat down as her mother embarrassingly went about making them something to eat. They sat at the table and while they ate Amelia accented her conversation with her mother by stroking her breasts and cunt. When the meal was finished she left the room to return to the bedroom to wait for her mother to clean up and come to her. She brought her cigarettes and an ashtray and was sitting in the bed with her back against the pillows smoking as she toyed with the hair between her legs when her mother entered the room. When her mother approached she let her come close and took her finger out of her pussy and offered it to her mother to suck on. Aimee moaned as she smelled the finger and saw the shinny liquid on her finger. She sucked on them and then returned to sucking her daughter's pussy. They enjoyed a long morning of sex before they showered and Aimee aired out the bedroom so no trace of cigarette smoke would alert Malcolm that anyone had been smoking in the house. They had sex with each other a couple of more time in the house before her mother stated that they could not keep doing that in the house. "Even though your father is seldom here you never know when a congregation member might want my advice or counseling". As the minister's wife it was her place to comfort the women when their husband abused them or cheated on them. Amelia said she knew a place no one in the congregation would come looking for her. Aimee was shocked when she heard who's home she was taking about. It was one of the most pious women in the church. She had babysat Amelia from the time she was a baby. It shocked her when Amelia told her that this woman had been the first women to suck her pussy. She felt like a fool that all this sex had been going on right under her noise. Here she was offering advice to women when she had no idea what was going on all around her. They called the widow Williams and invited themselves over. Normally the woman would have loved to have Amelia come over for some sex but she was sure Aimee would dominate the evening with religious talk and prayer. However it would have been difficult to refuse so she prepared plates of home made cookies with her own home made jams and jellies and awaited their arrival. She had just put on the water for tea when she heard the car on her gravel driveway. She met them at the screen door and hugged them warmly. Aimee could not believe this sweet woman had a dark side. They went to the parlor and selected their chairs around the knee high round table to enjoy the cookies as soon as she brought in the tray of tea with cups and sugar bowl. Mrs. Williams sat there wondering what church emergency would need her help or money. She figured money was the reason for the call so after everyone had sampled the mint tea and eaten a cookie she asked how she could help. She sat back expecting to here about some broken air- conditioned in the church after all the old swamp coolers spayed water over half the congregation and the noise drowned out a lot of what was said, if the speakers did not have a microphone in hand. She almost pissed her pants when Aimee confronted her with the news that Amelia had confessed that she had seduced her as a child. She sputtered and was about to deny every thing and accuse Amelia of being a liar. Don't bother to deny it. I'm not here to chastise you. I am here to ask you to pray with me. She stood up and stood next to her chair. She took her by the hand and pulled her out of the chair so that she was kneeling in front of her with her back to Amelia. She looked at the ceiling and started praying. She called on God to forgive this sinner for her lustful ways. As she did this she was holding onto the woman's wrists and as she came to the end of a prayer she pulled the woman's hands into her crotch. Amelia was smiling to herself and lifting her dress to play with her naked pussy. The terrified woman could not believe what she was feeling through the thin practical dress fabric. She was sure she was feeling pussy hair. Then Aimee flipped her dress over the woman's head and pulled her face against her cunt. The response to the last prayer was, "Phrase the Lord!" Mrs. Williams stuffed her face into the warm pussy and licked her way through the hair to taste the meaty cunt. When Aimee climaxed in her mouth and took her dress from over the head of the woman and Mrs. Williams looked around she saw that Amelia was sitting there naked, playing with herself. The two women and the teenager spent the evening roll playing until their mouths were tired from holding them open so long. With Amelia's help the circle of women increased and the parties grew wilder. They were smart enough to find a place far enough from the congregation that they felt that no one would find out about their indiscretions and their activities would not get back to them. Of course they were wrong. Keeping secret in a place like that was a hopeless dream. Someone got wise and alerted the local sheriff. When the front door of their retreat was broken in pictures were taken of the pile of naked women. Some of the startled women tried in vain to hide their faces between the legs of the other women. As the arrests began the ladies, if they could be called that, were only allowed to grab a few items of clothing before they were rushed off for booking at the local jail. The most scandals photographs that this area of the state had ever seen were spread across the front page of the newspaper's morning addition. So here she was about to beg forgiveness from the elders of the church her husband headed. Malcolm didn't want to end the marriage after all she had been his cover for years. It was agreed between the two of them that if the elders forgave her she would keep up the front and they would allow each other to continue seeing their own lovers. She wrung her hands in front of them and groveled as she pled her case for being a weak woman that could not resist the temptations of the flesh. She was a superb actress and relied on the elder's willingness to forgive a sinner. It seemed that granting forgiveness to the "sinner" made them feel superior to the very people to whom they owed their jobs. Besides a couple of the men on the board were involved with Malcolm. Aimee and Amelia were shunned by some and welcomed back into the fold by others. Some of the women involved in the scandal moved out of the area but as it turned out some of the other women she had counseled over the years came to her to confess that they had sexual desires for women too. There were more women added to the circle than the number than moved away. When all was said and done she and Amelia were more popular than ever. Of course they had to endure the rude remarks of some of the red neck youths that spent their time loafing around town with nothing to do but drink beer and brag about their imagined sexual prowess. Any woman that rejected them had to be a lesbian and discovering that there was some in town enforced their accusation when rejected. After all only a dyke could reject a stud like them. Of course some of the lowest of these pricks were the same ones that got off while taking it in the ass from Malcolm and sucking his cock as a penance for their sins. I hope you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like told please send your mail to janmay699@icqmail.com Aimee Semple McPherson