Literotic asexstories – Lot's Incestuous Children Pt. 02 by Mr_Brady,Mr_Brady This is part two of my expanded series, Lot’s Incestuous Children. This story was first published in November of 2022. And even though those who read my work seemed to like it, I had to face facts and be honest with myself that I wasn’t happy in the way I originally presented it. Folks, there’s more to this erotic tale than what the readers saw when first published.
As is always the case, this is a work of fiction, and all characters in this story engaging in anything of a sexual nature are age eighteen and above.
I can’t go on until I thank Kenji Sato for his expertise in helping to proofread and edit my work. It is much appreciated!! That doesn’t mean that this story written by an amateur is perfect, but it does come from the mind of someone who loves good erotica.
If you’ve been one who’s read this story previously, I want to invite you to give it another go over. There’s intricacies in this newer one that you didn’t know about before. And as this is part two, I hope you’ve read the first part of the redux version of…
Lot’s Incestuous Children Part 2-Redux
Some nineteen years later…
When Iris walked into the vestibule of the church, she was greeted by at least five different people. They all looked to be genuinely happy to see her, and asked her if this was her first time visiting?
“Yes, it is. My son’s also with me and he’s parking our car right now. I told him I’d wait for him just inside this door here.”
“Oh, that’s fine. We want you both to know how happy we are that you decided to visit with us here at the Creekside Bible Church today. If you like, one of our ushers can help you and your son find a seat where you’ll be comfortable, or you can feel free to do it yourself.”
Iris was just about bowled over by the hospitality from those she’d talked to. After a few minutes, she was joined by her son Jesse, as he entered through the door near where she was waiting for him.
“Honey, they’re all so very nice. This is really more than I expected. I figured a few might say hello, but wow, they’ve all been so very friendly.”
“Yeah, mom. I had three people talk to me out in the parking lot, after I’d parked the car. Are you sure they’re not some kind of cult here or something. It’s almost like they’re too nice, sheesh!!”
Just then, they heard a woman’s voice speak to them from behind…
“Hello, and thanks for coming to be with us this morning.”
Iris, first, and then Jesse, upon hearing her speak, both turned around to see a strikingly lovely looking woman approaching them with a younger man who appeared to possibly be her son.
“Hi, my name’s Jane Fleming, and this is my son, Logan.”
As Jesse and Logan finally saw one another, they both started laughing.
“Oh wow, Loge, is that you? You don’t look the same dressed up with a suit on.”
“Yeah man, every now and then, they dress me up just to see if I’ll blow up into flames if I look hot enough to make the girls smile.”
Iris spoke up. “It looks like you guys know each other?”
“Oh hell yeah, uh…I mean heck yeah, mom. Logan and I are on the swim team together.”
“Don’t you mean senior swim team, Peterson? The coach told us we both worked hard enough to win that position. And I’m dang proud of what we’ve both done to earn those spots.”
“Yeah, no shi–…uh, no kidding Loge. I practiced and swam enough laps to get that spot. And I know you did, too.”
“Well, that’s great for the two of you. But how about right now, we get our friends a seat in the sanctuary before the service starts?”
“I guess I need to introduce myself. I’m Iris Peterson, and it looks like you’ve already met my son, Jesse.”
“I’m glad Logan’s got a friend of his here. Is your husband going to be able to join us this morning, Iris?”
“I’m not married. Divorced actually. I’m not sure if that’s a problem…”
“Oh, forgive me for asking you that…I just figured…because of the ring on your finger…oh, sometimes I can be so stupid!”
“Ha-ha, no worries Jane. It’s from someone I love…given to me before they died.”
Iris could tell that Jane was not happy with herself for asking too personal a question. She knew she wasn’t always the best judge of people, but from what she’d seen of Jane, and her son Logan, she certainly had no reason to dislike them.
As the worship service started, Iris and Jesse were seated about half the way back in the auditorium. The congregation sang three songs and then they had what they called communion. That’s when a man got up and spoke about when Jesus gave the meal to His apostles, the unleavened bread, and the wine. It was after that, the whole congregation took of it, as men passed the emblems to all who participated in the communion service.
When they got to Iris and Jesse, they weren’t sure if they should take of them or not. But a memory came rushing back to her of the time that she was with her family and they were visiting their relative’s church. She and David were sitting next to each other during that church service. It was very similar to what was happening at this service, too. Jesse was sitting to Iris’ right, just like David had been years in the past. She remembered her brother telling her that they shouldn’t do anything offensive to their relatives, and so he encouraged her to take the emblems. Becoming somewhat emotional, she looked at her son and could see the strong physical resemblance between him and her brother. And she whispered to him…
“Jesse, we need to take this, too. Please don’t ask me why right now, honey, just do as I ask, okay?”
“Sure, mom, okay.”
As she saw her son partake of the unleavened bread, and then take a sip of the wine…he reminded her so much of her brother. And being moved by the memory, she began experiencing quiet and silent tears. She didn’t want to weep, but it was becoming even more than she found she could bear. As the memories of David steadily came back to her, Iris became more emotional than she had in many years. And she began sobbing and crying out loud, much to the chagrin of her son who was seated directly next to her.
Iris realized that she needed to get out of the sanctuary, before drawing even more unwanted attention to herself. As she briskly walked, and tried to make her way to the exit, she felt a hand reach out and lightly grab her arm from behind. In an almost stunned state, she turned around and saw the smiling and concerned face of Jane Fleming.
“Iris, is everything all right? I couldn’t help but see what happened. How can I be of help?”
With all the emotional weight that had suddenly pressed down on her because of the sudden remembrance of her brother, Iris’ tears came back, but they turned from raindrops to buckets, as the emotions shot through her again. She was faced anew with all the baggage of what had happened years ago.
“Come on, honey, let’s go to my office.”
Through her down-pouring of tears, Iris was able to ask, “Office? You’ve got an office here?”
Taking her by the hand, Jane told her…”C’mon, it’s right this way.”
As she led them to a room and through an open door, they both walked in with Jane closing and then locking the door behind them.
“Okay, we’ve no reason to stand out there, while you’re going through your sad experience, Iris. I promise I will not be as nosy as I was before with my question. But I want you to know that I’m here for you, in whatever way you’d like me to be. Okay? Can I get you some Kleenex, a bottle of water?”
“I guess this is a goofy question, Jane, but why do you have an office here?”
“The preacher is my husband Iris. Noel Fleming and I are married, and the elders of this church, because of my licensed counseling background, offered me a counseling position here should there be anyone who feels they’re in need of my services.”
“I’m okay now, Jane. I just had some memories come back to visit me from years ago, that’s all.”
“Yeah, I guess I don’t look all that convincing as a counselor-therapist do I, Iris, ha-ha!”
“No, it’s not that. I just don’t want people fussing over me, that’s all. When I look around and see what others have to go through in life. I guess I find my problems aren’t really all that bad. But thanks for your kindness, Jane. I can tell you’re for real, and not just some fake holy roller trying to make a fast buck on people.”
“There’s a real hot place waiting for people like what you just described. And nobody here wants to be ‘holy rollers.’ Is that how you said it?”
“Your whole church seems to be good people. I’ve sensed a lot of good feelings here today with everybody I’ve talked to.”
“We try, Iris, we really do. Hey, do you feel like going back out there and listening to the rest of Noel’s sermon? I’m thinking he’s probably more than halfway through it by now. He’s a very powerful speaker, and I’m sure whatever he’s got to say will be well worth listening.”
“You don’t think that people will want to gawk at the crying lady do you? Man, I’m feeling kind of embarrassed right now. I didn’t mean for that to happen…crying like a baby and all that.”
“Maybe that was a good reminder that sometimes it’s good to have a listening ear to what’s bothering you? Like I said, I want to be a help in any way that you think I could be. Tell you what…how would you feel about us exchanging phone numbers and if some time you want to talk, then that’s what we could do?”
“Oh Jane, I promise you, if you get me talking, it won’t be long and you’ll want me to shut the hell up. Besides that, the things I’ve done in my life…and even now some of my thoughts that I have running through my head…if you knew what they were…I’d be surprised if you’d even let me back through the door into this church.”
There was a long pause as Jane looked at Iris and processed what she had just heard her say. And then she told her something that she always tried to remember herself.
“My dear, all of us are sinners. Every last one of us. If God held all of us to the standard that you seem to be holding yourself to…then none of us would be allowed here. Or even more, to have a personal relationship with Him. John the apostle tells us that God is Love. And He wants us to know how much He loves us. Please don’t limit what He can do for you because of what you’ve done, or are doing right now.”
“Y’know Jane…I’m just going to say it. Even though I’ve just met you, I think you’re a hell of a woman. And if you’re willing to help me through my shit, then more power to you.”
After they traded phone numbers, Jane and Iris walked back out as the preacher seemed to be wrapping up his Sunday morning lesson.
“And that’s the story of Lot and his daughters. Even though Lot gave in to the temptation that his daughters put in front of him, he was still one of God’s children. What we’ve got to try and remember is that the sin of what they fell prey to, is much like getting caught up in sin today. We can’t allow the world to have an overbearing influence on us. We don’t want to become one of Lot’s incestuous children, like what’s happening today in the world.
“If there’s any way that we can be a help to you here at Creekside Bible Church, let us know. Call me, or call one of our elders. Or get a hold of my wife Jane, if you seek counseling of any kind. She’s a great source of knowledge, too. Let’s all stand together and sing as we get ready to be dismissed in prayer after our hymn.”
Jane and Iris talked for a few more minutes afterward. And it looked like Jesse and Logan were enjoying their visit together as well, as they talked over in the corner, away from being overheard by others.
“Damn, Logan, you never told me what a hot-fucking mom you had. She’s a babe in all the truest sense of the word. With the rack she’s got, I bet you’d love for her to show you those pretty tittties of hers, right?”
“Careful, Jesse, don’t say that too loud, please. There seems to always be somebody listening to the shit that people say around here. I’ve had to be careful because I don’t want to embarrass my parents because I’m not the goody-two-shoes that some people think I am. And you’re one to talk too, buddy, your mom looks to be a major cock-tease. How do you stand being at home with her staring at that sweet ass of hers every fucking day? If I had that temptation, I’d want to fuck her all the time.”
The two boys definitely found something that they could both agree on. And then, as Iris walked up with Jane alongside her, their conversation changed immediately.
“Yeah, we’ll see if Gibraltar High School can beat us like they say they’re going to. I think they’re just full of hot air, y’know what I mean, Jesse?”
“I sure do, Logan, hey buddy, I guess I’ll see you at school tomorrow, right?”
“Be there, or be square’s what I always say, dude.”
Jane rolled her eyes at what her son had just told Jesse. She wasn’t naive enough to believe that what her son and his friend from school had been talking about, before they walked up to them, was probably something they didn’t want her and Iris to hear, so she figured that was why they were talking the way they were. Or, she thought, those boys are two of the most boring young men she’d ever met in her thirty-nine years of life.
“So, can we expect to see you guys visit with us again, or have we scared you off with our crazy ways here?”
“I’ve really enjoyed being here today, Jane. Thanks for taking care of me when I had my ‘weak moment’.”
“We should just get together and talk sometime, Iris. That is if you’d want to do that. It doesn’t have to be about anything in particular. As a matter of fact, I need someone to let my hair down with, that I can talk to. Just because I’m a ‘counselor’ doesn’t mean I wouldn’t enjoy some good old girl time too. Y’know what I mean?”
“I hear ya, Jane. I can tell you that Tuesdays after about six, I’m totally clear for the rest of the night. Would that match your schedule at all?”
“It just might. I don’t think I’ve got anything going on then. If you want, you can come by our house. The address is printed on our church bulletin. Or if you’re feeling lazy, I’ll come by your place. Ha-ha.”
“Hey, I like that. Why don’t we set a date for your place around seven. I’ll come by around then, okay?”
“Sounds good, Iris. It was great meeting you today, and I look forward to our getting together Tuesday night.”
As they were getting ready to go their separate ways, Jane wondered if it would seem too forward, but then decided to give her new friend a hug. Whereas, Iris, noting the congenial camaraderie afforded to her by this good woman, gave her a sisterly kiss on the cheek.
Releasing each other from their hug, and smiling, Iris told her…
“Thank you for everything today. And I believe I’ve met a new friend, too. Wow, I hope I can be more like you, if I’m able to get to know you better, Jane.”
“Likewise, sister. I want you to know that I’m doing all I can to be better than I was yesterday. And I believe that I’ve met a new friend, as well. I couldn’t help but see your true self a little while ago. That spoke volumes to me as to who you really are. God loves you, Iris, and sees your value. Believe me, I see it, too.”
As they hugged once more, another kiss was shared by them, as well. And the second time it was a kiss on each cheek. Both of them sensed a comfortable amiability being formed between them. And the easy part of it was all they had to do, was be themselves.
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Later that evening, recalling the day’s events, Jane was doing some soul-searching. She wondered to herself, if she even had the right to be called a counselor. After all, because of all her own failings she was trying to deal with, how did she think that she could tell others how to solve their issues, or do better in living their lives?
As she mulled it over in her mind she was wondering to herself how long it’d been since she had been intimate with her husband? ‘Has it really been five years now?’ Yes, it had. Almost to the day, too.
Her husband, Noel, had gone on an out-of-town preaching convention that was being held in Chicago. While he was there, simply by accident, as he had confessed to her afterward…he had run into an old girlfriend of his. And because Jane had a close friend who was also there, and who had accompanied her husband who was also a preacher, on that outing, she noticed that Noel was spending an inordinate amount of time with another woman.
The friend of Jane had discreetly contacted her, informing her how she had noticed Noel’s suspicious behavior with the other woman.
Because of other questionable situations that had happened previously with her husband Noel, Jane had been suspicious for some time about whether he was keeping their wedding vows or not. So she asked her friend to take some pictures with her phone if she could.
And take pictures she did. She actually had on one occasion been able to get a shot of Noel exiting out of the woman’s hotel room in the morning.
After he had returned home, and Jane had the photos that were sent by her friend, she confronted her husband about his philandering. Realizing that he had no other choice but to be as truthful as possible, Noel confessed to Jane everything he had done, with not only his former girlfriend, but other women that he had carried on affairs with over the last few years.
The preacher’s wife was devastated, and she read him the riot act when he made his confession to her.
“How in the name of all that’s holy, could you do something like this to mess up our marriage? I trusted you. And then you go and…and fuck this woman that you knew before I ever met you!!!”
“Please give me another chance, Jane. I guess I’m just maybe some kind of sex addict or something, I don’t know. I’ll get counseling…I promise!!”
“You have a wonderful preaching career going for you. You’re invited by other churches to come and speak. You’re lucratively paid by them to do that. Your family’s devoted to you. I’ve been devoted to you…and then you go and just screw it all up!! I can’t stay married to a man who does stupid things like that. Not to mention I don’t want you bringing home some skanky disease from who knows what type of woman that would let you fuck her!!”
“Please, don’t do this. I’m begging you, Jane. Don’t do this to our family. To both our careers.”
“Isn’t it a little too late now to mention those things, Noel?”
The preacher, not wanting to give up his lucrative speaking career, tried to appeal to his wife’s vanity and fears in one last-ditch effort to not have his sins exposed to the outside world.
“We have a lot of money tied up in our home and what we’re doing here with the Creekside Church, Jane. Besides that, if you were to divorce me, it wouldn’t work out good for you, either. I’m sorry, but you’d be a marked woman in the religious world. Nobody would take you seriously anymore. Yes, I’m so sorry that I’ve done this to us. I admit it…it’s my fault. But if you’re not willing to give me another chance, what do you expect to do?”
Unable to deny the likely scenario of what her husband had predicted could happen to her, Jane told him she’d think about what he’d said and would give him her answer the next day. As she thought about it overnight, still angry as a hornet at how he’d seemingly messed up their up-to-then happy home, she had an answer for him that next morning.
“Here’s what I’m willing to do, Noel. Under no conditions whatsoever are you to think that we’ll ever share a marriage bed again. But, I’ll not divorce you, if you agree to stop this stupid man-whoring, that it appears you’ve been doing these last few years now. I’m going to take over the master bedroom and bathroom on the opposite side of the house, and you’ll take the guest room. Only in public will you and I speak to each other. But when we’re here at home, you’ll speak to me only when it’s necessary, and only then!!
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