Oliver, my son (closed)

[wickedpen]

"Your fucking father" I hissed as we sat in the church, taking shelter from the rain.

"Excuse me?" a young man's voice called from behind me. I turned to confront whoever it was but when I turned the most angelic face was smiling at me with curiosity from his black robe and white collar.

"I am so sorry Father." I said betting my eyes down submissively as I leaned towards him opening my bare chest for his eyes. Had he been a man, and not a priest I would be much more effective.

"Please try to keep it down. People are praying." he said softly waving his hand over us as though blessing us. He continued down the stone aisle as I looked over at my sniveling son, Oliver. Always on his phone. The tiny man, five four last checked with greasy black hair he slicks back or worse to the side. His pointy features making him all the more repugnant.

"How did I come to this?" I said to myself as we sat with all our worldly possessions in these two suitcases and about five hundred dollars in the bank. I looked up and even the grandure of St Luke's could not bring me solace.

Oliver was playing something on his phone and snuggling into my arm. He was a lot of things, this creature I was cursed with eighteen years ago. I remember it like it was yesterday but it was also another world, one where my father was alive.

Glancing at Oliver's phone as he seems to be either shooting a few million bad guys or, yep, the screen is a naked woman spanking a man and Oliver was rubbing himself under his long coat.

"Stop it Oliver!" I shouted forgetting again we were in church. I ran my fingernails into his thigh and we repelled from me but his greedy squint eyes looked at me lustily. "You are a bad boy from a bad seed." I told him, nearly every day of his life and he lived up to it everyday of his life.

 

[Homerun2611]

I had no friends, my one year in school had been horrible, picked on by every child until my mom "agreed" to homeschool me, not so much for my benefit but so she wouldn't have to keep coming as I was disciplined for acting out. I guess pushing the kid who nicknamed me black squirrel and had the kids throw nuts at me was acting out.

Now I was 18 and had only one person I could even talk to, and I hated the cunt. I giggled at my pet name for mommy dearest. She was a bitch, treated me like shit...and I loathed myself tha matter how much I hated her, every time I thought about or saw her, like just now when she clearly flashed the stupid priest, and he didn't even seem to notice. I had, I had looked down tha blouse, inside her bra and watched as her nipple hardened just looking at the young man.

That was the only thing my Mother and I seemed to have in common, lust. The only positive thing I inherited from my dad apparently was an abnormally large cock. I know it was absurd, but with my little short legs, I truly was a human tripod. My cock was throbbing as I looked at my phone I tried to hide the screen. I did not want my mother to see the film, particularly the actress who I had chosen because of how much the actress looked like her.

"Stop it Oliver!" I shuddered at her scream. Her nails dug into me. "What, this is boring...why don't you go fuck the priest you flashed" I thought, but I could never talk that way to my mother. Suddenly the dipshit priest was back and my eyes immediately went to my mother's breast, checking her nipples. But then the disgustingly eager, nice man, asked the seminal question. "I see you have suitcases with you, do you have any place to spend the night? We only have a single room, but it has a double bed you could share?"

 

[wickedpen]

"We have traveled far." I begin as I lean over and up towards the priest. "You must have more needy people for that room?" I said playing down the offer, although laying down on a clean soft bed was a fantasy.

I tried to move so I hid the little beast but he just kept pushing and I could feel him jerking off.

"Maybe if it is not trouble?" I said making a face like I do need a little help. "I don't have any money but maybe there is something else I could do to earn my keep? Something I might provide?" I said as the young man's eyes were for the chronic masturbater behind me. I raised my head to meet him. "The room?" I inquired as he was nearly lost over mu shoulder.

Walking with priest I held Oliver close with his skin punched between my fingers and I would make his cry if he did anything out of line. It would cost me later but that would be on a soft clean bed instead of the grassy hill beyond the church when he gives in to his true nature.

At the door I turned and faced him as Oliver scurried inside.

"So Father, what would these accommodations require in the way of payment?" I said trying to lure him towards Oliver. Although that usually ended badly.

 

[Homerun2611]

I watch the woman but can't help notice the boy, the man, the whatever it is? I sense souls hurting and needing healing. I like to think the Lord sought me out for exactly this purpose. The woman is beautiful, stunning in fact, but that matters little to me. Physical beauty, the temptation of flesh is just one more opportunity to prove my commitment to God. I do a quick sign of the cross, and recite a silent "Hail Mary" as I assess the situation.

"We have traveled far...You must have more needy people for that room?" The poor woman is so tired she must not realize how the top of her dress opens, and her full breasts almost pour out. "The house of the Lord has room for all of its children, you and your son will need to share a room, and bath, but it is clean and safe."

I look at the boy, is it possible, is he...pleasuring himself? I understand how invigorating the House of the Lord can be, I have so indulged myself, but never in so public a forum. And at the mention of sharing a room, a bed, a bath, his hand seems to work a bit more frantically. This is a family that needs the hand of the Lord, and I can be that hand.

"Maybe if it is not trouble?...I don't have any money but maybe there is something else I could do to earn my keep? Something I might provide?" She is so sweet and sincere, and I am ashamed as my mind briefly flickers with pleasures of the flesh, I will need to seek confessional forgiveness as soon as I show them to their room. "I am sure you can be of help around here, there are many ministries that need assistance, but the primary thing is for us to help you find the guidance from God that can put you on the path to ultimate salvation...you and your young son here."

Truth be told, I was only 4 years older than the boy, yet I still believe I could be the shepherd to lead these two lambs back into the Lord's gracious and nurturing light. "The room?" I nodded, "Yes, please follow me and I will take you to your accommodations." I could feel her striding next to me, I could smell her perfume, and it was hard to ignore the spark as our hands and arms touched. This was truly going to be a test of my dedication and vows, and I welcomed the challenge.

I had lived my life as a virgin, since the age of 14, I had dedicated my life to becoming a priest, a marriage with God. My time in Seminary school had its challenges, but I was finally ordained. This was my first parrish, and I was only in my second week, trying to find my place from the kindly older priest, and the stern and, admittedly a bit stern head nun. However, I knew nun was supposed to be joining us in the next week, and with our new guests, I felt things were finally coming into order.

I unlocked the door and opened it to the simple room. The room was 12x12 a double bed with white sheets and a simple light blue velour blanket. A bedside table on each side with a lamp, a four drawer dresser, a small closet, and a bath with a tub/shower, pedestal sink and toilet. I was about to leave. "So Father, what would these accommodations require in the way of payment?"

I reached out and took her hand in mine. "Do not worry about that now, I just need you to be ready to accept God's will, let me be the hand to guide you and you son. I want you to feel the glory of God's mercy and benevolence, you will find the time it is right to show your appreciation for all God has given you, given all of us." There was more implied in my statement than I meant at the time, but not than I would come to mean in the future.

As I walked away I heard the boy, it sounded almost a snarl, "Okay Mother, can I take it out finally...." I was gone before he finished his statement, "...would you like to watch me?"