Chapter 3: Talking to My Mom About Pastor Ken

After I went home after church I sat down and discussed it with my mom. Fortunately I was raised by parents with whom I have never been afraid to discuss anything and this was one of those times my mother’s counsel was needed badly. I remember telling her about how he had looked at me like I was a thing, like something in a zoo. My mom explained everything to me and tried to make me view it as compliment more than anything. She explained that men sometimes allow their lust to drive them to do things they can’t even explain themselves.

For now though she just advised me to flirt with them and pay them back by driving them crazy with their desire to have me - but yet never would which is the ultimate revenge! I took her advice to heart and to this day I count it as the highest compliment a man can give me when he gives me “that” look.

Well, Pastor Ken was certainly the master of “that” look and he gave it to all the hot teenage girls - even a few not quite qualifying for that title in my opinion. Naturally I told my mom about it and we agreed that so long as all he was doing was looking, what was the harm?

Of course the last thing our church needed was a pedophile for a youth pastor so I kept an eye on him. It was as good an excuse as any since keeping an eye on Pastor Ken was actually quite an enjoyable chore for me. As I said before, more than a few times I’ve returned from church only to quickly changed out of my clothes and lay in bed naked, fondling myself as I imagined being with him. My mom caught me once and teased me from the doorway.

“Hmmm, so let me guess, just home from church and horny as hell ... Pastor Ken wouldn’t be on your mind again, would he?” she taunted me.

My bed faced the door so I spread my knees further apart to allow me to see her between them while my fingers remained on my pussy.

“Oh Mom!” I whined and she laughed at my pitiful protest.

She continues to watch me from the doorway, allowing me to finish my latest fantasy about how he was fucking me on the church altar. That was how I always envisioned being with him - somewhere in the church, usually with something happening elsewhere in the church that we could hear going on as he fucked me. With my mom watching I came especially hard as I loved to show off for her and besides, I knew she enjoyed seeing me masturbate.