Epilogue 2

And Adam was not deceived, but the woman was deceived and became a transgressor.

---Colossians 4:15***ONE YEAR LATER:

It was a frosty December day in Naomi Florida. It got down to 30 degrees last night, and I was still in my sweats in the kitchen waiting for my mom to make breakfast.

My dad married my stepmom last year, and it has been a real adjustment to becoming a family. We aren’t exactly the ‘typical’ family unit.

I consider my step mom my “mom” now and her two daughters as “my sisters”. I know that my step mom Brittany thinks of me as a son and she dotes on me. As far as anyone outside of the family is concerned, we might as well be blood relatives.

I don’t look anything like my mom or my sisters. My mom has short brown hair, infectious smile and a lovely face. The first thing anyone notices about her is her enormous knockers. She had them surgically enhanced years ago when she was younger. She answers to Brittany Elizabeth, and she has the sweetest South Georgia accent that you’ll ever hear.

My mom and Dad are very dedicated Christians. My father is the local Pastor, and he preaches at a small church nearby to a flock of about thirty people. My entire family are always in the first row whenever he preaches. He gives traditional Baptist sermons, but mom and sisters were raised as Adamites.

Brittany’s family has owned the house we lived in for generations. They came to Naomi because it was out in the middle of the North Florida swamps where they could practice their faith without a lot of judgment. I suppose you could say that my father and I are the recently converted even though dad doesn’t preach the Adamite Gospel. It isn’t understood or accepted by everyone.

My mom is always bright and chipper in the morning, and she is usually the first one awake. She bounded down into the kitchen as she always did with a bright and bubbly good morning. “Good Morning, Oscar! I am just a goofy goober this morning! Sorry about that,” she sounded delighted that I was up already. “You are up awful early. Anything wrong?”

“I just wanted to get a start on the day, Mom,” I lied. I couldn’t sleep but I didn’t want to sound negative. There is something about Brittany’s optimism that is infectious and I didn’t want her to worry about me. She can get overly concerned about me if I mention I have a sniffle or a soar throat.

Mom was wearing a light blue pair of jammies that barely hid her mountainous tits. “It got so chilly last night, Oscar! I nearly froze my big old butt off!” she joked. Mom can be very optimistic but she is also quite self-deprecating. She is the nicest woman you’d ever want to meet, but she holds herself to an extremely high standard.

One of the tenants of Adamites is that women are responsible for the “original sin” of Adam and were created from the rib to serve man. They take it extremely seriously. They do not think virginity is a virtue for women. They are supposed to be fruitful and multiply.

“Do you mind if I get naked to make breakfast, Oscar?” she asked. Did I mention that Adamites believe in nudity whenever possible? “The natural state of the woman is to be naked” is engraved on a wooden shingle in the kitchen right next to the one that says “Live, Laugh, Love”.

“You know I don’t mind, Mom,” I shrugged. I’ve never told her no, and I am fairly used to it now.

“It never hurts to ask. You may not want to see my big old boobies bouncing around this morning,” Brittany jumped up and down a few times to make her tits bounce and jiggle for my amusement as she stripped.

“You look great, Mom,” I told her. I used to feel shy about watching her antics, but Brittany loves attention. She just doesn’t like praise. She considers it a vanity. I can’t help myself though. I feel it is just polite.

“Oh, don’t give me a swollen head, Oscar! I’ve already got two swollen titties,” she touched her nipples and tweaked them. Then she started breakfast by bending over deeply and getting something out of the cabinet. I could see her slit and her asscrack but she kept her legs closed. “I woke up feeling so frisky. It got so nipply last night that your father insisted that I wear jammies. You both spoil me! You know you that I appreciate it but I do not deserve it.”

Adamites also see the lustful desires of women as natural, but something to shame them for. They have a completely different standard for men. They think that we are victims of lust, and that we are the head of the household. My mom defers to me when my father is not around.

“Can I give you a blowjob this morning after I start the biscuits?” she asked casually as she stood up.

Adamites do not believe in monogamy either, but my mom has certain rules that she has to live by. The first is that any sexual encounter has to be approved by my father or me. The second is that she can only offer oral sex once and if I say no then she can’t keep asking. Adamites believe that the woman can ‘swallow’ the sin of the man and believe that by giving head they are naturally absolving us of our sins as they were meant to do. Once they swallow the cum, the sin will reside with them and they must be punished for it. I know it sounds weird, and at first I felt guilty that my mom would willingly get punished for something I did after sucking my cock but she considers it a privilege.

“I really haven’t done anything sinful, Mom,” I shrugged.

Mom seemed disappointed. She stroked my hair and let her tits rest in my face. “No sinful thoughts?” she asked hopefully.

“I’d like titty fuck you,” I admitted. I loved titty fucking my mother. She loved it too.

“Really?” she got excited, knelt down between my legs and pushed her giant tits together around my cock and began fucking my dick. She spit on the tip of my cock and smiled at me. She kissed the tip and began to lovingly titty fuck me.

Her daughters casually walked into the kitchen. They weren’t shocked when they saw their mother gliding up and down my cock with her big tits.

I used to look at them like perfect golden blonde princesses before I spent the night at their house. They were always standoffish at school and avoided me. We live in a small town and there aren’t that many kids in school so I assumed they just didn’t like me.

It turns out that they thought I didn’t like them either. I was painfully shy and I had just moved here. I assumed pretty girls like them wouldn’t talk to a skinny rail like me. They were super sweet to me now.

The oldest one is a little older than me, and her name is Heather. She has big boobs (not quite as large as her mother), but she is definitely shapely. She doesn’t share her mother’s sweet-as-peach-pie demeanor. Heather can be kind of sassy.

The other daughter is about my age, and she is flat-chested. Her name is Jayne. I’d say she is the cutest in the face. She looks like the All-American girl next door type with just the perfect number of dappled freckles on her cute button nose. She’s smart and sassy at times as well.

They were both completely naked. Their nipples were harder than diamonds and I could see the upraised goosebumps on their body. The air was still crisp and chilly. They had to sleep naked last night. Their main concern was seeing their mother’s neatly folded jammies on the back of the chair.

“You got to wear clothes last night?” Heather complained.

“I am going to be punished for it, later,” Brittany shrugged off her daughter’s complaints. “I begged to be naked but your father spoils me,” Mom said. She believes that the man is the head of the household and it is her duty to obey. She’d never question his orders. She also believes that any time permitted to indulge her own vanities or pleasures she must be disciplined as a means of purification. She also considers herself (and her daughters) as creatures of ‘temptation’ because they make men feel lustful, so it is her obligation to satisfy that lust.

“Likewise, wives, be subject to your own husbands, so that even if some do not obey the word, they may be won without a word by the conduct of their wives, when they see your respectful and pure conduct. Do not let your adorning be external—the braiding of hair and the putting on of gold jewelry, or the clothing you wear, Corinthians,” Brittany spoke the scripture to her daughters as she sucked my cock and slid up and down on my dick with her tits. She heard a buzzing on the stove and asked the girls to take the bacon out of the oven and check on the biscuits.

My Mom and Sisters don’t just believe in suffering for their sins, or when they swallow the sin of a man. They also believe in suffering in grace simply because it is part of their faith. “this is a gracious thing, when, mindful of God, one endures sorrows while suffering unjustly. For what credit is it if, when you sin and are beaten for it, you endure? But if when you do good and suffer for it, you endure, this is a gracious thing in the sight of God – Peter 1:10”

“Get the mop and broom and sit down on them after you check on the food,” I said to my sisters casually as I enjoyed being titty fucked by their mother.

“With our assholes or cunts?” Heather asked after taking out the bacon with an oven mitt. She used to be more defiant and challenge me when I first moved in. Now, she accepted that I could instruct her to do something humiliating and painful at the kitchen table. I am not a sadist, they were doing things like this to each other before we moved in but their mother feels it is a man’s job.

“Assholes, obviously! You can lube the tips this morning,” I said. I always liked it when the girls impaled their buttholes on broom handles. Heather and Jayne sucked the tip of the broom and mop handles. Then Heather slid the broom handle up her ass and sat back against it while spreading her bald pussy at the kitchen table. Jayne slid back on the mop handle and took a position next to her.

“Fuck yourselves slowly until Dad gets here,” I said.

Brittany glanced angrily at her daughters when they moved TOO slowly. They began to hump their butts into the broom handles slowly. They did this frequently at the dinner table.

“Would you like me to get another broom and sit on it, Oscar?” Brittany asked sweetly.

“You have to make breakfast. You can think of your own mortification after you serve it. Make me cum,” I demanded and I reached down and twisted my mother’s nipples. She smiled and began to hump my cock a little harder.

My father walked in just as I was spurting all over Brittany’s face. “I am glad you got the girl’s started suffering early,” he noted Jayne and Heather grinding their asses on the mop. He pulled Heather’s fat tits out by yanking her nipples and then slapped her pussy. “Wet? Only a brazen whore would be turned on by fucking her own ass at the table. You’ll lap up your drippings before going to school, Heather.”

“Yes Father, thank you,” Heather replied. She can be sassy but she is a true believer in her faith. She believes she is a harlot. She was dating lots of men before Dad moved in. Now, she needs our permission to fuck anyone, and she isn’t permitted to go on dates.

“May I swallow your seed, Oscar?” my mom asked politely as she pushed her tits around my cock and remained kneeling. She would have remained like that if I hadn’t told her to stand.

“No, stand daughter of Eve, and present your wicked face to your own daughters that they may taste the sin of their brother, and receive penance for his absolution,” Dad quoted one of the Adamite scriptures.

My mom smiled politely and stood in front of her daughters while they lapped my cum off of her face. I could tell she wanted to swallow it. The women of the house feel cum is sacred because it is the “seed of man” even though it is the vessel of their sin.

“You are a sodomite and a whore of Israel, daughter of Eve. You may now shove a carrot from the garden into your filthy anus, and dance around like a foolish whore while you serve breakfast,” Dad smiled. He wasn’t kidding though.

My mother pranced over to the pantry, removed a fresh carrot she had grown in her own garden. It was in a wooden storage box that also contains turnips, onions and potatoes. Without any lubrication, she spread her legs and inserted the carrot as far into her ass as she could leaving only the green stem and a little of the orange visible. Then she began to dance joyously as she prepared our breakfast. She took extra care to ensure that my father and I were served first. My mom is bouncy and bubbly naturally, and she loves humiliating herself so it doesn’t seem to embarrass her to act like a sexual jester foolishly bouncing around the kitchen.

“May we eat like pigs at your feet today, while you sit in grace?” Mom asked as she gave me a second helping of slow-cooked cheese grits. My sisters and mom frequently eat off the floor. Today, dad told them that would not be necessary.

“You can remain naked and repentant as you are,” Dad said.

“You spoil us, Jeff Buloni,” my mom leaned into kiss him while gyrating her hips and dancing. She stood to eat. Her daughters impaled their backsides and fucked their asses while eating at the table.

Dad and I are not ruthless or mean spirited. Dad disciplines the women of the house with love. It’s hard to explain but the girls feel a sense of salvation through suffering. After the pain subsides, they feel they accomplished something and as true believers they think that it is simply the natural order of things.

Dad told me not to feel guilty about whipping or spanking them, but the girls really aren’t poorly behaved, and even though they asked for it – I sometimes do feel a little sorry for them.

“When you get your enemas to clean your filthy assholes I’ll ask Oscar to dunk your heads to make up for it,” Dad assured them. The girls groaned a little, but Brittany glared at them and they stopped. The girls don’t particularly like having their heads dunked under water.

After breakfast, they cleared the table together and all three of them kept whatever they had up their asses the entire time. It was almost like watching two girls riding a broom around the house. The women feel that their pussies are sacred baby making machines but also a trap of temptation like Pandora’s box – full of demons of lust. As a result, they also think that whenever they feel sexual pleasure they must pay for it through punishment. Heather had to lick the floor with her tongue.

Once that was done, they crawled outside to the front of the house. The girls do this ritual almost every morning right out in front of the house.

We live out in the boondocks, and the closest neighbor is miles away. However, it is always possible that someone could drive past the house on this old dusty road. It was still very early in the morning so it is unlikely. I would be mortified by the possibility of being discovered if I were them.

We have three bellows like enemas that hold a gallon of water. The water is delivered by a black rubber tube that feeds into a penis shaped nozzle. The girls are expected to bend over, remove whatever is in their ass and begin sucking it while I come around and shove the dildo nozzle into their butts. The nozzle is always unlubed and a little painful looking, but the girls are used to having things crammed into their asses.

“Ooh, thank you Oscar!” my Mom said as I slammed the dildo up her ass. She shivered a little while sucking on the dirty carrot that had been in her butt. “I hope you do not mind, I have to really go poopie a lot today!” she apologized in a cutsie voice.

“Drink waters out of thine own cistern, and running waters out of thine own well. Let them be only thine own, and not strangers’ with thee,” I quoted an Adamite bible verse to my sister Heather as I crammed the dildo into her ass.

It’s her job to tell me what the name of that scripture is. “Proverbs?” Heather guessed. I have used this proverb many times because it has to do with her own impure enema water. She should know it. I pushed her head down into a bucket of dirty water that had been placed in front of her. I held it under and she struggled and gasped as I drowned her for a few seconds.

“Proverbs 5:15” I corrected.

“I am sorry, Oscar!” Heather pouted. “I knew that. Sorry!”

“And thou shalt eat it as barley cakes, and thou shalt bake it with dung that cometh out of man, in their sight,” I said as I slipped the dildo up Jayne’s precious pink asshole. She ground back on it.

“Disgusting,” she scrunched her pretty nose and made a funny face. She knew this scripture well. “Ezekial 4:12”

“No fair, she got an easy one,” Heather complained.

I dunked Heather’s face again. “Charm is deceitful and beauty is vain, But a woman who fears the LORD, she shall be praised,” I quoted Proverbs to her. I’ve learned a lot of bible quotations since my father married Brittany – most of them related to women’s envy, jealous, manipulation, and need to suffer in order to be given grace. Brittany likes to say that she’d rather suffer on the mortal plane than be tortured eternally in hell. However, sometimes I think she (and the others) actually would like that.

They smile a lot when I dunk their heads. They don’t have to get the scriptures wrong for me to dunk them. I just like to make a game of it. I dunked Brittany’s pretty face into the water and held it under for 15 seconds while she struggled as the enema coursed through the tube and filled her bowels.

Their stomachs will get engorged almost like they are pregnant. Heather and Jayne’s bellies will balloon up so big that they touch the mud (Brittany’s tits are too big for that). They seem to take a joy in their suffering. I can even yank their hair and slap their asses, but I rarely do when it’s my turn to give them enemas and dunk their heads. My dad is much more harsh with them.

“You are too sweet, Oscar. You won’t break me. You can hold me under for longer,” Brittany offered as she gasped for air after I let her up. I pushed her back down under and she bucked as if she was trying to hump the air one last time before she drowned to give herself an orgasm. She can hold her breath for a really long time though and she was used to being drowned this way.

Sometimes my father will set up funnels and make them lay on their backs while they are getting enemas and then pour water down their throats so that they are getting water in both ends at the same time. They have to control their breathing and swallow steadily so that they don’t drown. They’ll end up swallowing so much water that they will vomit it up at the end.

That’s a bit much for me. It takes a full 15 minute cycle for the first enema. I set my watch so that I can remove the dildos. As Brittany assured me, she splashed brown water behind her. “Ewwww ... nasty, filthy Brittany water ... I am so sorry I am so stinky!”

She really isn’t that bad, all things considering. The girls take an enema like this every morning. It’s helpful because they are going to end up shoving a lot of things up their asses. I shoved the dildo into Brittany’s mouth and she sucked on it while I unplugged her daughters.

Then I pour some of the water from the bucket I was dunking their head into their enemas and do it all over again so that the water runs clean.

The girls will hose down the front yard after it as all done and clean up their mess. At first, I was disgusted and thought that I was being really cruel. They’ve been doing this for years before we moved in and actually appreciate that a man does it to them. In the past, they had to do it to each other.

My father will usually sit on the porch and drink coffee and observe. He might read his bible and offer an occasional bible scripture. “I heard the sound of You in the garden, and I was afraid because I was naked; so I hid myself.” And He said, “Who told you that you were naked? Have you eaten from the tree of which I commanded you not to eat?”

“And the man said, The woman whom thou gavest to be with me, she gave me of the tree, and I did eat,” the three of them replied in unison as if admitting to guilt for tempting Adam themselves to fall from God’s grace.

“And the man said, The woman whom thou gavest to be with me, she gave me of the tree, and I did eat!” Dad replied to them before adding ““Because you have done this, Cursed are you more than all cattle, And more than every beast of the field; On your belly you will go, And dust and mud you will eat, All the days of your life;”