Meeting the Birth Mother, Part V - Sex Stories

Meeting the Birth Mother, Part V

Nothing made sense.

My mother had painted my aunt and grandmother as sexually repressed religious nuts. I was going to try to seduce them, but they had beat me to it.

Something crazy was going on.

I was kept locked in the room until dusk the next evening. My grandmother brought me a light dinner then ordered me to shower and handed me a purple robe like you would wear in a church choir and told me to put it on – nothing underneath.

I was brought downstairs, where my aunt was guarding my sisters and mother, also wearing purple robes. The four of us embraced for a moment.

My grandmother spoke. “Two weeks ago, I found a cave on the far corner of the farm. Inside there was a large chamber where I heard whispering voices. She heard them too,” she added, pointing to my aunt.

“Whispering voices…” my mother said. “Fabulous.”

“We brought our pastor, he heard them too. The voices said ‘I need a body’, ‘It is time to for me to come’, and things like that. We prayed about it and realized that we were witnessing the second coming of our Lord. All he needs is a vessel. A body, a child to be conceived by Him.”

“So what does that have to do with us?” I asked. “Why the guns? Why the threesome last night? It still doesn’t make sense.”

“Your seed in your mother, in the cave, will be the vessel.”

My mother laughed. “Your kidding, right? First off, even if we did this, it’s not my time of the month. I’m not fertile right now so he can dump a gallon of jizz inside ...

... me and it’s not going to make a difference.”

“The Lord shall make it so!” my grandmother intoned.

“Next,” my mother continued. “the second coming of the Lord, if you believe in that sort of thing, is not going to happen in some podunk cave in the corner of your farm. And finally, even if I conceive, I’m not giving you my child. You took three kids away from me. You tried to prevent me from meeting them again, from them knowing they were my children. You treat me like shit. Well, my kids are back, and you will never do that to me again.”

My grandmother pointed the gun at my mother. “You’ll do what I tell you, slut. You’ve always been a slut, and you will always be one.”

I spoke up. “You weren’t exactly virginal up in my room last night. You sucked a pretty mean cock there, granny. And that was some wild girl-on-girl action.”

“That was necessary. We had to be sure you were . . . um . . . fully functional.”

“I was fully functional all over your tits. Anytime you want a replay, just let me know.”

“You two spend too much time locked up in this house,” my mother added. “You’re repressed bisexuals in an incestuous lesbian relationship coming up with excuses to justify your inability to live up to your own morals. That’s why Andre turned out the way he did.”

“Enough of this!” my grandmother said. “The pastor and the congregation are in the cave now. You will come with us, you will conceive the child who will be the second coming.”

“So what are we here for?” ...