Hiya, this story has incest, religious trauma, and gentle femdom. It's also my first time writing so please forgive any grammar mistakes. I edit myself.
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Marilyn Mae Hughes, preferably just Mary, is a good Christian woman mother of two, fraternal twins named Abraham (Abe) and Sarah. She's forty-one and lives in the small town of Churchill, Tennessee.
Her two children were born out of wedlock and have an unknown father. Mary was a wild child in her late teens and early 20s. She used to have a different man or woman every night. Some nights she'd have multiple of either. Her favorite sexual activities were playing with the chests of large muscled men, flustering those men with teasing and flattery, sitting on their faces, spit roasting them with a friend and some strapons, telling them to pound her tight little pussy with their massive cocks, holding hands while walking, smacking big juicy asses, getting her tits sucked on, eating other women's pussies, spit roasting those women with a friend and some strapons, and much much much more.
Her children were conceived on an especially depraved derby week bender in Louisville. Mary found out she was pregnant with her twins a week later back in Nashville and had no possible way to find out who the father was.
Her life understandably changed after this. She was disowned by her religious parents and kicked out. She lost any and all contact with the rest of her family.. Faced with the threat of homelessness, Mary tried to seek help from her friends, but they didn't want some pregnant women dragging down their party lifestyle. This left Mary lost, but luckily, relatively at least, was saved by the one family friend who was willing to have anything to do with her, Ms. Debra Boyce.
Ms. Boyce is an older godly woman who was a former close friend of Mary's mother and is the owner of a small salon in Churchill about an hour east of Nashville. She felt it was her duty to save those who strayed from the path of the righteous and to help guide the children. "They shouldn't be punished for having a sinful mother." (A phrase she'd often repeat to Mary.)
She very much did not like Mary, but helped her all the same with a few catches. Mary must become a godly woman too. No partying, no drinking, certainly no sex, and Mary had to get all of her tattoos removed since they were unbecoming of a mother. That last one was especially painful. Mary was too desperate to say no so she followed every condition Ms. Boyce laid out for her children's sake.
Ms. Boyce felt a woman should be a homemaker so she taught Mary everything from cooking to cleaning to sewing and whatever else she felt was under that umbrella. Useful skills for the most part if not a little sexist reasoning. These however were the only kindness Ms. Boyce would give Mary.
Not a day would go by without some passive aggressive comment about Mary and her children. Saying she'd hope the children won't end up like their mother, calling Mary a harlot, a floozie, a slut, any other variation she could think of, telling her she hopes the children learn their morals from someone else, that even Mary doing her best won't replace a father, and many more that would weigh incredibly heavy on Mary.
Mary had to endure living with Ms. Boyce for 6 years. Juggling beauty school, child raising, and working at Ms. Boyce's salon. Once Mary had enough saved up she immediately moved out, despite Boyce's protests of "those children needing proper guidance," to a house on the other side of town. She had to stay in since her new job as a hair stylist was unfortunately in Ms. Boyce's salon. Only having to deal with 40 hours of torment a week was much preferable to the 24/7 she was dealing with before.
Mary spent the next twelve years caring for and raising her two children. She'd Go to church with them, a place Mary never felt welcomed but never had confidence enough in herself to teach them what's right from wrong, she'd always make time to make sure they had home cooked meals, she'd go to Abe's football games, Sarah's academic decathlon, and would try to chaperone any dance she could. Was she perfect? heaven's no. She would unfortunately follow too many lessons from Ms Boyce and teach them to be ashamed of their sexuality, at times could be overbearing, a little controlling and maybe would come down too hard with punishments, but unquestionably and unconditionally Mary loved her children.
Abe and Sarah left for college at the end of summer last year and Mary has been unfathomably lonely at home by herself. The children were her world and now she's just aimless. When she's not working at the salon or doing her duty for the church she's home alone and sad. She harbors a tinge of anger towards her children for making her feel abandoned again, but mostly misses them.
In her solitude she's been finding it harder and harder to store away her carnal desires. More and more she finds herself drifting away in fantasy. Imagining herself taking a strapping young man and turning him into a flustered pile of arousal ready to do whatever she bids, imagining taking a bratty girl and turning her into an obedient little slut for her to use, or just imagining an endless flood of fat dicks and big tits for her to play with.
There were countless Saturdays where she spent the whole day in her underwear masturbating to the thought of having some hot young thing in her control. Sometimes she'd even guiltily watch porn. Especially indulging in one's with taboo themes, mothers and daughters, mothers and sons, and sisters and brothers. Each time cuming in total bliss and being racked with guilt immediately after, deepening the cycle. Mary's repressed self is coming back to her in her loneliness.
Just in time for it to end. Her beloved son Abe is finally returning from his first year at The Southern University of Baptists. Her daughter Sarah still has another week at her school, Bailey Randolph's Academy of Theology, the all women's sister school to the South Western Institute of Theology and Humanities. Abe's school is in southern Georgia, about a 6 hour drive from his poor lonely mother in northern Tennessee. Sarah's is in northwestern Missouri 6 hours in the opposite direction.
"Least they both went to gendered colleges like I told them to. They sometimes know who's the boss around here." Mary mumbled to herself as she aggressively shaked raw buttermilk soaked chicken in her bag of breading. This was by far the longest she'd ever been apart from her children. Neither were even able to come home for Christmas or Thanksgiving. Indiscretions that Mary won't be quick to forgive. "They better be goin' to service at least" Mary mumbled as she tenderly laid the dinner for her son on a baking sheet.
"God I miss them." Mary breathed out solemnly while washing her hands of chicken juice. The prep work was done. Now she just has to wait for him. The second she sees him she intends to give him the biggest hug her smaller frame would allow.
Abe was a massive 6'4" and 225 lbs of muscle last she saw him, but judging by the pictures he'd sent her she thinks he's put on 20 or 30 more lbs of muscle. Pictures Mary Mary would stare at often. Telling herself she just missed him.
Mary is a much smaller 5'4" and more petite 138 lbs. A weight she maintains with some morning yoga, an occasional walk, and not overeating.
Last time she got to hug her son was almost nine months ago. A memory she thinks about often. Treasuring the amazing feeling of burying her head in his massive chest and feeling all his muscles. Mary feels her heart rate increasing thinking about hugging her son again, not an uncommon occurrence.
"He is the perfect height to give his mama hugs at least. God made him to be mine all right." Mary said to herself as she chuckled. A habit she formed over the last 9 months alone. "I'll prolly need to break this soon. Don't want them thinkin' their mama is fit for the looney bin." Mary chuckled again.
Mary was beginning to grow impatient. Abe was supposed to be here at 6. It's nearly 7. "Oh heavens, That boy's always late. No wonder his sister came out first.." Mary began to pace around her house trying to kill the growing anticipation within her waiting for son. "If he don't show up soon I'm going to beat the hell out of his chee-" before she could finish the doorbell rang.
Mary rushes to the door with her heart racing. She swings it open with eager anticipation to see her baby boy. Abe standing on the other side tries to greet his mother but is immediately bombarded with a very aggressive embrace from his mother. Abe happily drops his two suitcases to hug her right back. He does so with a big dumb toothy grin.
Mary feels every newly developed muscle across her boy's body.
Heavens he has been putting it on
Mary thought to herself as she buried her face in his incredibly firm chest.
