The Education of Susan Madison's Niece
Chapter 1, An Unusual Request
Father Charles Dodson, the thirty year old pastor of St. Joseph's Catholic Church, was seated at a small dining table in the rectory kitchen, waiting patiently for his lunch to be served to him. He was wearing comfortable form fitting running shorts, stylish running shoes with short socks and a loose fitting light colored t-shirt that he'd pulled up, revealing his hairless chest that was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. It was a very warm and glorious summer day, and choosing to avoid the oppressive heat that was forecast for the afternoon, the priest had gone for his daily run in the early morning.
His middle aged widowed housekeeper, Mrs. Susan Madison, was humming a tune while she watched four slices of smoked bacon gently frying in the cast iron skillet on the stove in front of her. Crispy bacon was the principle ingredient of the handsome priest's sandwich, but chunky peanut butter and thinly sliced bananas would comprise the other ingredients, nestled between two lightly toasted slices of nutritionally challenged white bread.
She chuckled to herself, "Father Charles eats like he's still a little boy," as she turned the slices over in the pan.
Mrs. Madison could see that Father Charles was relaxed and in a very good mood, and she was happy for him. She considered him to be 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 today.
She took a few moments to admire his well toned body. Father Charles was very attractive, and to be truthful she would describe him as "beautiful" rather than just "handsome", and...she loved thinking about his genitals! She has seen his privates numerous times over the five years she has worked for him. Father Charles' penis was a thing of beauty when it was fully erect, seven to eight inches long and at least two inches thick. It was perfectly straight and the skin was flawless, like it was made of flesh colored porcelain. There was a thick blue colored vein that ran two thirds of the way up his shaft. Several smaller veins branched off of it, resulting in noticeably raised ridges that she loved to feel by running the tip of her index finger or the tip of her tongue over them, and... she simply loved watching his semen spurt out of his slit when he climaxed; typically shooting out several inches through the air and then landing on his chest; but sometimes the cleric's white cream landed on Mrs. Madison's bountiful bosom, throat, face or hair, which gave her a sense of accomplishment.
Susan Madison and Father Charles had a very unusual relationship, not like a normal employer/employee; it has developed over the years. When he was a newly ordained priest his first assignment was as the assistant pastor at St. Joseph's. Father George was the pastor at the time, but he was getting on in years, and the bishop thought that Father Charles might make a suitable replacement when Father George finally retired.
At that time Father Charles was tormented with guilt due to his constantly having "unclean" thoughts about women and their bodies, which led him to continually "spill his seed." He felt powerless to stop his "disgusting" behavior, which caused him to be extremely depressed. Mrs. Madison noticed how troubled the young priest was. She confronted him one morning in his office and he reluctantly confided in her. She suggested he confess his sins to Father George and ask for forgiveness from God. He was so wracked with guilt that he felt he couldn't confess to the elder cleric. It would simply be much too embarrassing for him to stand, but thankfully, Mrs. Madison provided a solution; she offered to hear his confession, absolve him of his sins, and give him a simple penance. She explained that the sinner is making his confession to God, and that the priest is only an observer. It is God who does the forgiving, not the priest. She also shared that she'd been hearing Father George's confessions for years.
But her method for hearing his confession was a tad unusual, in that she required Father Charles to be nude when he told her his sins, as this made him less inhibited and broke down his resistance, which resulted in a more heart felt and honest confession. For his first penance, besides the usual prayers, Mrs. Madison ordered him to wear her soiled white cotton panties for a week, and this was when he first discovered he had a fetish for woman's underwear! Since then he'd been wearing panties every day. He felt extremely fortunate and grateful for having her in his life. He knew he could tell her all his secret thoughts and desires, no matter how unusual or disgusting they were, and that she wouldn't judge him; she would love and admire him unconditionally.
The priest was daydreaming, 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" 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 were meant to attract Father Charles' attention, and his eyes were automatically drawn to her pleasingly 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 housedress past her buttocks revealing the backside of her white cotton panties, while slowly separating her thighs. She wanted her priest to have a full view of her panty gusset
Father Charles leaned forward so he could blatantly ogle his housekeeper's fat ass, and felt his penis stirring to life inside his pretty panties. He could smell the dampness wafting from Mrs. Madison's panty crotch. She held this most unladylike position for a full minute while making a few feeble attempts to retrieve 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 to its fully erect state, she looked over her shoulder and smiled mischievously at him.
As she lewdly shook her buttocks she looked him in the eye, "You men are such simple creatures. Throw them a bone and you can make them do anything you want. Isn't that right, Father Charles"?
Now it was Mrs. Madison who was staring...at the growing bulge in the priest's running shorts!
Father Charles looked down 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.
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 her finger tips up and down the length of his swollen shaft through the thin material of his running shorts. After a few more seconds of sensuously rubbing his member, she pulled her hand away. Father Charles could not hide his disappointment, which only amused his housekeeper even more.
She kissed him lightly on the lips, "There, there, don't pout, dear" and returned to assembling his sandwich.
As she set his lunch down in front of him she whispered in his ear, "I know you so well Charles, and what you really need," and then she licked his lips lightly with the tip of her tongue!
Just as Father Charles started to respond to her tongue in earnest, the telephone in the living room rang.
Mrs. Madison pulled away, "I'll get that, dear. Sit here and eat your lunch like a good boy"
Seconds later he heard Mrs. Madison's voice coming from the living room, "St Joseph's Catholic Church. This is Susan Madison, how may I help you?"
For the next ten minutes Father Charles was unable to discern the flow of the conversation, as Mrs. Madison was only whispering and giggling over the phone. But...he had a suspicious feeling she was talking about him! But after a bit his thoughts started to wander elsewhere, that is...about his housekeeper's nipples and how he loved sucking on them.
After the call ended she reentered the kitchen, and Mrs. Madison immediately noticed that Father Charles looked odd, because he wasn't making eye contact with her, and he was struggling with a mouthful of food. She just stood there calmly watching him, and after a few seconds the priest began to blush.
