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 �>�Author: GM Jack
Title: Sunday Morning Service
Summary: A young girl breaks a family rule and has to do sexual penance.
Keywords: MFmf, inc

   Mom looked at me sternly.  Then she got up from the pew and motioned for
me to come with her.  We went out the front door and around to the side of
the church.

   She stood in front of me and said, "You know the rules.  Let's see."

   Embarrassed, I asked, "Here!?  Right now? -�

   Right here and right now," She replied.

   I slowly pulled up my short dress revealing the white silk panties
underneath.

   Not even a print," She said with exasperation.  "So....what is the
rule?"

   With a sigh I said, "No underwear except for very specific
circumstances. But I thought that church would qualify."

   Without hesitating or looking around, Mom lifted her dress up past her
breasts revealing her tits and completely hairless pussy.

   "Rules are rules." She said as she stood there back arched, feet wide
apart.  She held this pose a while.  Her nipples began to harden in the
cool breeze.  She appeared to be enjoying her self.  After a while, she let
her dress drop.

   "Take them off," She said as she smoothed her dress.

   I knew there was no point in arguing.  I lifted up my dress and pulled
off my panties.

   "Drop them," She said.

   "Here?" I asked.

   "Unless you want to hold them in your hand through the rest of the
service," She replied.  "That might be interesting."

   I dropped them and started to walk back.

    -�Wait a minute," She said quickly.  "Let's see."

   I stopped and turned to face her.  I widened my legs and arched my back,
as I have been taught.  I raised my dress up to my chin, exposing my pussy
and breasts.

   She remarked, "At least you are keeping it shaved.  When you are older,
we will get you permanent hair removal.  Your hormones are just too active
at 14."

   She stood and looked at me for what seemed like an eternity.  There I
stood, dress up to my neck.  Fully exposed next to the church on Sunday
morning.  My fear and embarrassment began to turn into excitement.  I felt
my own nipples begin to harden.

   "You do realize that you will have to do penance for this infraction?"?
She asked.

   I nodded understanding.

   "OK then, you can drop it," She said.

   We walked back in to the sanctuary long enough to retrieve my 16 year
old brother Brian.  Then we headed to the basement.  I knew where we were
going.  There was a seldom used restroom on an old corridor.  We had used
it before.

   After we got inside, Mom pulled the old latch lock and began to set up a
small video recorder that she always carried.  As she did this, Brian
immediately took off his pants and shirt.  I watched as he did.  "No
underwear......  shit," I thought to myself.

   "Give me a number 5," Mom directed.

   Our family had recently begun to number some of the more unique ways
that we interact with each other.

   Brian turned and faced the wall.  He spread his legs, and leaned forward
a little.  With both hands he grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled them apart
to expose his asshole.

   "Get to it," Mom said.

   I knelt behind my brother and steadied myself with one hand on his leg.
I leaned forward and buried my tongue deep in his asshole.  "Mmmmm.  That's
it," Mom said, "Get in there deep."

   With my other hand, I reached through his legs and began to stroke his
cock.  I continued to thrust my tongue in and out of his ass.  Every now
and then I would press my lips around the opening and gently suck while
working my tongue in and out.  It was not my first time doing this.

   Mom leaned back against the wall and lifted her leg to put one foot on
the sink.  As she watched her daughter tongue fuck her sons ass and jerk
him off, she stroked and fingered her wet cunt.  Occasionally she would
pause to lick the juices off of her fingers.

   Penance was a good term for this, I thought as I worked his ass and
cock. I did not really mind it, it was just a chore.  Brain was not going
to cum quickly.  He had already blown a load on Mom's asshole that morning
as she bent over the breakfast table.  I knew this because it is my job to
clean all free cum.  Orally, of course.

   After about 15 minutes of working his asshole, Brian exclaimed, "I'm
about to cum! -�

   He turned around quickly.

   As taught, I clasped my hands behind my back, and wrapped my lips
tightly around his shaft.  Then I looked up and made firm eye contact.

   The Carter family women treat cum differently than others.  Even from
those who claim to like it.  In most "swallow porn", cum is spilled, spit,
or gulped like a strong shot of whiskey.  Not us.

   As I gazed into my brother's eyes, he began to cum.  I allowed it to
fill my mouth before I began to swallow.  I swallowed just enough to
prevent any from escaping around my lips.  The cum rolled around my tongue.
It coated my mouth, my teeth, and the back of my throat.  As I swallowed, I
savored the taste and texture as though it were a fine French meal.

   As he came, Mom did too, furiously rubbing her pussy and convulsing.

   Brian's convulsions slowed down, and I continued to swallow.  After he
stooped cumming, I continued to suck his cock, working out every last drop.
Keeping eye contact, I continued as his cock began to soften.  While
holding his cock in my mouth, I worked my tongue into the small opening at
the end, just to make sure I got it all.  When he was soft, I finally let
it drop from my lips.

   Having never broken eye contact, I smiled and said, "Thank you, -� with
conviction.

   "Let's hurry and get back to the service," Mom said as she grabbed up
the camera and stuck it in her purse.  "This will make a fine addition to
the website."

   While waiting in the greeting line after the service, Brian, Mom, and I
chuckled as we heard the old blue haired women in front of us say to the
Minster; "That was a great sermon pastor Carter.  And I loved the title:
Coming to Jesus On Your Knees."