Father Charles' Unusual Sunday Brunch
Chapter 1, The Invitation
Father Charles Dodson, the thirty year old pastor of St. Joseph's Catholic Church, was sitting at the dining table in the rectory kitchen waiting patiently for his lunch to be served. He was wearing skimpy but comfortable running shorts, tennis shoes with short socks, and a loose fitting light colored short sleeve shirt that he'd left unbuttoned, revealing his hairless chest that was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. It was a warm and glorious summer day, and choosing to avoid the heat which was forecast for the afternoon, the priest had gone for his regular run earlier that morning.
His middle aged housekeeper, Mrs. Susan Madison, was humming a tune while she watched four slices of smoked bacon gently frying in the cast iron skillet in front of her. The meat was the principle ingredient of the priest's sandwich, but chunky peanut butter and thinly sliced bananas would comprise the other ingredients, between two lightly toasted slices of white bread.
She chuckled to herself, "Charles eats like a little boy," as she flipped the bacon over in the pan.
To fill the time Father Charles decided to read through the mail on the table in front of him. What caught his attention immediately was a distinctive envelope with a return address indicating it originated from "The Office of the Very Reverend Thomas Francis Murphy, Bishop of the Diocese of San Francisco." Bishop Murphy was Father Charles' supervisor, and the young priest was terrified of him, as the bishop was known to harshly discipline priests who disappointed him.
The young cleric's hands shook with excitement as he made a clumsy attempt to open the envelope. He succeeded on the second attempt, and within it he found two pieces of paper. He quickly scanned the first document, which was a hand written letter of appreciation written by Daniel Sullivan, a well respected member of St. Joseph's parish, praising Father Charles for recently providing sound counsel to Mr. Sullivan and his wife, Molly, regarding a difficult problem in their marriage. There were no specific details given as to the nature of their marital problem, but what was very clear was how grateful the Sullivans were for the sage advice the young priest had given them. At the conclusion of the letter Mr. Sullivan wrote, "Father Charles led us from the black abyss of divorce, to a most unusual resolution and marital bliss!"
The priest took a few seconds to scan the second document which was written by Bishop Murphy. He congratulated Father Charles on the success of his marriage counseling and praised him for his wisdom and compassion. The final sentence in the bishop's letter struck home with Father Charles, "I truly wish I had more priests who are as dedicated to the spiritual well being of their flock as Father Charles Dodson!" The young cleric was over the moon with happiness!
The young priest decided to wait a day before replying to the bishop; he wanted to savor his success and to enjoy his good mood for as long as possible. He also wanted to reply very carefully to the bishop and stay in his good graces. In the past Mrs. Madison had suggested that Charles would make an excellent replacement for the bishop some day, and Cardinal Phillips was known to heed the recommendation of a retiring bishop concerning his replacement.
He took a few moments to reflect on the Sullivans and the "help" he had given them. Something in the back of his mind kept nagging him, "Are you sure you did the right thing, Charles?"
The nature of the couple's problem was as follows: as Mrs. Sullivan had grown older her vagina was no longer able to accommodate her husband's unusually large penis during intercourse unless it was swimming in her juices, and the only stimulation that would excite Molly enough was to have her buttocks physically spanked by her husband. It was also essential for her husband to discipline her while playing the role of her son! The problem was that Mr. Sullivan's penis wilted pathetically when playing this part. He loved it when his wife/mother was in charge, but not so when their roles were reversed. Father Charles' counseling consisted of taking charge of both of them and demonstrating exactly what Mr. Sullivan needed to do to his wife/mother. He instructed Daniel Sullivan, "Just as it's good for a man to honor and obey his wife as if she were his mother, there are times when it's proper for that son to use his mother as a husband uses the flesh of his wife."
Mrs. Madison could see that Father Charles was relaxed and in a very good mood, and she was happy for him. She thought of him as a really good man who cared deeply about his parishioners, but she also thought that he worried too much. It pleased her to see him so relaxed.
She took a few moments to admire his well toned body. He was very attractive, and to be truthful she would describe him as beautiful rather than just handsome. She loved thinking about his genitals! Father Charles' penis was a thing of beauty when it was fully erect, seven inches long and two inches thick. It was perfectly straight and the skin was flawless, like it was made of flesh colored porcelain. And she loved watching his semen spurt out of the slit when he climaxed; typically flying several feet through the air and landing on his chest...or on Mrs. Madison's huge tits.
The priest was day dreaming, staring straight ahead and not really focusing on anything in particular, with a contented smile on his face. Mrs. Madison thought it might be fun to tease him a bit. The bacon was cooked perfectly and she placed it carefully on a paper towel to drain the grease. Then she grabbed a ripe banana from the fruit basket on the counter top and placed it on a cutting board. As she was reaching for a French knife she "accidentally on purpose" knocked the banana off the cutting board and onto the floor. She reached down to retrieve it and moaned weakly while bending over, as if her back was troubling her, but this was not the case. Her movements attracted Father Charles' attention, and his eyes were automatically drawn to her wide bottom. Mrs. Madison was well aware that Father Charles could see her stocking tops, but she wanted to push the limits of propriety a bit further and placed one hand on the small of her back and rubbed it as if to ease her pain. Then she casually lifted the hem of her house dress past her buttocks revealing the backside of her white cotton panties, while slowly separating her thighs. She wanted the young cleric to have a nice view of her crotch. Father Charles blatantly ogled her fat ass, and felt his penis stirring to life inside the soiled panties that Mrs. Madison had given him to wear. She held this most unladylike position for a full minute while making a few feeble attempts to grab the piece of fruit, knowing full well that the priest would be unable to look away. After what she deemed a sufficient amount of time to arouse her employer's interest, and his penis, she looked over her shoulder and smiled mischievously at him.
"Men are such simple creatures. Throw them a bone and you can make them do anything you want. Isn't that right, Charles?" As she lewdly shook her buttocks for him.
Now it was Mrs. Madison's turn to stare...at the growing bulge in the priest's running shorts!
Father Charles looked downwards at his crotch and hastily crossed his legs, while at the same time his cheeks turned a pretty shade of red from embarrassment. He looked back at her and smiled sheepishly, "Of course you're right as usual, Mrs. Madison..."
She gave him a stern look which surprised him.
He stammered, "I mean...um...Auntie Susan."
Her warm smile returned, "That's better. When we have our special 'alone time' I want you to think of me as your favorite auntie, Charley my boy," as she reached down with her hand and rubbed the palm up and down the length of his engourged shaft through the thin material of his running shorts. A few more seconds of rubbing him ensued, before she pulled her hand away. Father Charles couldn't hide his look of disappointment, which amused his housekeeper. She kissed him lightly on the lips, and returned to assembling his sandwich.
As she set his plate down in front of him she whispered in his ear, "I know you so well Charlie, and what you need," and then she licked his lips lightly with the tip of her tongue!
Just as Father Charles decided to respond in earnest, the telephone in the living room rang. Mrs. Madison pulled away, "I'll get that dear. You just sit here and eat your lunch like a good boy."
Seconds later he heard her voice coming from the living room, "St Joseph's Catholic Church. This is Susan Madison, how may I help you?"
After a bit he heard, "Oh Molly, it's so nice to hear your voice. How are you dear?"
A few seconds later, "And how is your husband?"
After listening to Molly's reply she continued, "And what about your marriage problem?"
