Summary:
A rebel son uses scripture to seduce his conservative Mother
Note 1:
This story was requested in the story ideas thread on Literotica and it is dedicated to
Mike.
Note 2:
Thanks to
KatieTay
and
MAB7991
for the copy-editing and LaRascasse for his plot suggestions.
WARNING: The story uses scripture from the Bible for perverse means...if such a sinful plan offends you please read no further.
Manipulating Mommy
Did you ever watch the movie 'Footloose'? Either version works for my point, as in both versions of the movie, the main character, who is a girl, rebels against her overpowering preacher Father and questions her own faith.
Well at eighteen, living in a crazy world and watching my own Father unable to practice what he preaches in regards of how he raises his son, me, or how he treats my very obedient mother. I too, like the girl in the movie, had lost faith.
I was angry at losing my grandmother prematurely, who I loved more than anything else. Angry at a Father who believed the Bible was his to use to manipulate people as he wished. It wasn't that I didn't believe in God, because I did and do, but I didn't believe my Father's version.
I was sixteen when I first realized how my dad manipulated scripture. Now don't get me wrong I had listened to many sermons and saw how he played with the content to get his point across, but the underlying truth was always still the truth. We were at supper and my mom was standing up for me after my report card came home and it was not up to my Father's 'all-mighty' standards.
Mom defended, "Bill, he is a good student; he just struggles with the math."
My Father, whose rage could go from zero to ten on the Richter scale in a heartbeat, snapped, "Stop defending him, Erin."
"But...." Mom began, but was interrupted by the most pretentious and absurd thing I had ever seen.
My Father actually quoted scripture. "I Corinthians 14:34, Women should remain silent in the churches. They are not allowed to speak, but must be in submission, as the law says. If they want to inquire about something, they should ask their own husbands at home; for it is disgraceful for a woman to speak in the church. And this home is our church is it not?"
Mom nodded submissively.
Dad continued, "I am the man of this house and you Erin are my wife. Ephesians 5:22 Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord."
Mom instantly stopped, being loyal to the lord and taking every word of the Bible as the gospel, regardless of how it was manipulated. Mom was an innocent virgin when dad met her in college and according to them neither had sex until their wedding day...something I would not be able to follow as I lost my virginity at prom to Carrie in the bathroom of Joey's house...romantic it wasn't....
Turning to me with fiery in his eyes, he quoted scripture to me as well. "Proverbs 22:6 Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it."
At the time I was still too young to stand-up to my powerful preacher Father, but that was the moment when I started questioning everything. I just remained silent as my Father lambasted my lack of effort and how in his day blah blah blah as I tuned him out, like I had become gifted at doing over the years from the lectures of how I was not good enough.
Two years later, I was ready to explode myself. Two more years of watching my mother be a door mat to my Father and I was at the point that I resented my mother just as much for having no backbone, just as much as I did my Father.
With dad gone for a month, gone down south to be a guest preacher, mom and I were home alone. The first day dad was gone, I came home late drunk out of my mine and was startled to see mom waiting up for me.
"You are in such big trouble young man," she said, her facial expression a mixture of relief that I was home and anger that I had kept her up worrying.
"Sorry, I lost track of time," I apologized, with a slight slur.
"You are grounded," she said.
"I am 18, Mother," I countered, stating the obvious.
"As long as you live in this house you will abide by our rules," she said, showing a strength she never showed to daddy dearest.
Wanting to get off the hook, I racked my brain for ideas. Maybe it was my drunkenness combined with years of bible study, but an idea formed. Using the same authoritative voice as my Father, I said "Matthew 11, all things have been committed to me by my Father. No one knows the Son except the Father."
"What?" Mom asked, clearly confused by my quoting of scripture.
"Well, in modern terms, when dad is gone, the son is the man of the house," I explained.
"But...."
Cutting Mom off like my Father would do, and encouraged by the shift in power, I continued the scripture assault. "Titus. Remind them to be submissive to rulers and authorities, to be obedient, to be ready to obey the son." I reworded the last few words but was confident mom wouldn't catch on...she didn't.
"Well, I suppose you are right," she said, her tone changing from the earlier anger to her usual obedient tone with my Father.
"Good night, Mom," I said, kissing her on the cheek and heading to bed pondering how well that went.
In bed, drunk and horny after not getting any, I began jerking off. My eyes closed, I began fantasizing about Mom sucking my cock. Mom was a very pretty woman, with large breasts, and great legs. As a preacher's wife, image was everything and she always looked amazing whether in public or at home. She worked out every day, always dressed professional, and always wore pantyhose which was probably why I had a major pantyhose fetish. I convinced Carrie to wear pantyhose for me at prom, but otherwise she just thought my fetish weird. As I pumped my cock faster a naughty plan suddenly popped into my head. Originally I thought I would just use scripture to get a later curfew or out of chores, but a much more subversive idea popped into my head... I was going to seduce my mother. Imagining my mother obeying me was too much and I shot a load all over myself. As I drifted into slumber, I tried to remember which scripture included instructions of worship.
*****
The next morning, well almost afternoon I slept in so late, I recalled last night, and I smiled at my devious thoughts. My cock instantly became stiff in my underwear and instead of getting dressed like I usually would when I went for breakfast, I sauntered downstairs in only my underwear which did not remotely hide my current state of arousal.
Mom was in the kitchen reading the newspaper in her usual long skirt, beige pantyhose her stocking-clad feet only making my erection flinch begging for release. "Good morning, Mommy," I greeted, using the more ludicrous term of endearment.
Mom looked up and her mouth dropped. "Jack what are you doing? Get dressed this instant."
I noticed she took a double take down below at my erection which only assisted in building more confidence for me to proceed with my plan.
"Mom," I smiled, "Genesis 2 and they were both naked, man and woman, and were not ashamed." I changed his wife to woman, but I was confident such a small change wouldn't be noticed by Mom.
"Yes, but," Mom began, again rattled by the scripture defense.
I continued, "If anything Mom, you are probably overdressed. Do you think God ever really intended us to cover ourselves so fully. If anything he suggested the bare minimum. Genesis 3, then the eyes of both were opened and they realized that they were naked; so they sewed fig leaves together and made coverings for themselves. As you can see Mommy, our bodies were meant to be seen as the beautiful things God created." I was amazed at how much scripture I had stuffed in the hidden crevices of my brain...I guess after 18 years of listening to my Father and Bible study I retained way more than I thought.
Clearly she was overwhelmed as she tried weakly to argue. "But, that was two...."
"Mommy, you are not questioning our Lord are you?" I questioned, confident this would end her resistance.
"No!" she exclaimed, as expected.
"Good, Mommy," I said, moving to her and massaging gently her very tight shoulders. "Mom you are tense. Clearly not having Father home to make your decisions for you has brought a heavy burden on you."
"It's not that," Mom began to protest my assessment.
"It's ok Mom. With Dad gone, I will replace him in the role of man in this household. Is that understood?" I asked, my hands gently massaging my stiff as a board Mother.
She whispered like the obedient woman she was. "Yes, Jack."
"Good, Mommy," I said, trying to reward her with approval each time she was good...like a puppy per say.
