copyright ©2009 by A_Satori. All rights reserved.
[Author's note: This is a story based on the excellent series of stories by Charles Petersunn:
Jasons and the Johnsons
,
Jason and Mrs. Johnson
, and,
Jason Comes to the Back Door
. Since what follows is a sequel story, it's suggested that those three stories (at least
Back Door)
be read prior to reading the story below, which is "a" not "the" sequel to
Jason Comes to the Back Door
. This story should be viewed as a tangential or alternative sequel to Charles Petersunn's series, NOT the "official" continuation of his storyline. The only official/true sequel to the "Jason" series will be written and posted by Charles Petersunn, and I for one look forward to reading it in the future. My thanks to Charles Petersunn for consenting to the reprinting/revision of the last few paragraphs of
Jason Comes to the Back Door
.]
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She sat down with Bridget and began having a heart to heart, mother to daughter, even what one would call a woman to woman talk. Bridget's eyes grew wide as her mother calmly stated she was well aware that Bridget and especially Jason, were having the usual incessant desires most engaged couples had, to rush things and have sexual intercourse before their wedding night when Bridget would properly lose her virginity to the young man she loved.
Madeline took a deep breath, then resumed speaking, saying there was a simple solution to the irksome urges they were having. Bridget's eyes grew wider in surprise and then shock as her mother explained the benefits that oral and anal sex offered in relieving their healthy sexual passions yet would still allow Bridget to be a virgin the night of her nuptials.
Bridget's mouth was open and speechless, and then her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as Madeline continued, reassuring her daughter by adding that if Bridget had any questions or uncertainties regarding these alternative sexual activities, she would be quite happy to instruct her, to even be there with her when she explored the pleasures of oral and anal with her future husband, literally lending a hand if need be.
Madeline Johnson bolted upright in bed. NO! She was terrified, her eyes wide, her heart racing, her breathing quick and shallow. Her sweat dampened flannel nightgown was clinging to her body. She blinked and glanced at Jim snoring. Wait... wait. It was a dream! She hadn't really told her beautiful Bridget to do back door and oral play with Jason! Her fear lessened for a moment, then instantly returned. She
had
told Jason he and Bridget might do it! OH NO!
She must have been crazed by the lusty pleasure Jason had given her to have suggested it to him! Her idea that she actually be there with them had been so titillating too, watching, maybe participating herself.
How could she have even entertained such a thought?! She had lost sight of why she was seeing Jason! She was teaching him the ways of love for
Bridget's
happiness, not her own! And he shouldn't be with Bridget, not yet! If they started oral and anal, they wouldn't be able to stop themselves from doing it the regular way! And... and his instruction wasn't complete! He had much more to learn! She had to talk to Jason as soon as possible, tell him again to only kiss and hold hands with Bridget! Only that until their wedding night!
Madeline realized she had been bad, wicked, horribly sinful! Her own pleasure had made her lose sight of the good, responsible, and necessary lessons she was giving Jason. She was enjoying it too much!
That
was the sin, not the important lessons she was giving Jason. She wanted Bridget to be a thousand times happier in her future marital bed than she herself ever had been. That was why she was taking the time with Jason, and all of that was good, any loving mother would ensure her daughter's future happiness! She was just enjoying it too much, and getting too crazy sometimes, that's why she said something so insane to Jason! She had to tell him not to mention a word about oral or anal to Bridget! He needed to keep that nearly constant stiffy under control until their wedding night! She herself would continue taking care of it for him!
She looked at the clock. It wasn't yet 4AM. Jason was coming over in the morning to pick up Bridget to drive to the Templeton campus, they both had morning classes today. She'd get him aside and tell him not to suggest
anything
to Bridget! And then she'd have to figure out how to correct her sin and lack of self-discipline regarding the lessons she was giving Jason. She had been sinful enjoying it so much! The lessons should continue, those lessons were very necessary, she just needed to discipline herself not to lose sight of the reason for the lessons! That was why she had been feeling guilty about it lately! She had sinned by enjoying it so much! She blinked. Discipline. Sin. She blinked again. Discipline! That was the answer! She had to resume the lessons with a clean slate and a rededication to her goal-- Bridget's and Jason's happiness!
Madeline quietly slipped out of bed, put on her chenille robe, and went downstairs to the kitchen. She had heard things now and then over her life. She thought most if not all of what people had told her was true. They had all that rigmarole. All those silly costumes. It had to be true! She pulled out the big yellow pages for the city from a cabinet, and hurriedly opened it up to "Churches."
* * *
Madeline Johnson felt very odd being in the old, large, Catholic church. It was so different than her own church, so many statues, paintings, and plaques on the walls, very ornate and interesting, as if it were some spooky overly artistic version of a church. In fact with all the flickering flames of the votive candles, the icons, the statuary, the soft, dim, filtered light coming through the stain glass windows; it was what she would have thought the den of Lucifer would look like, except have different paintings and statues, and be blazing hot of course.
She also couldn't shake the sensation that just below the surface, there was a current of eroticism. Maybe it was the realistic, nearly naked, bleeding figure nailed on the cross, and some sculptures of female saints were of quite beautiful women, bare feet showing, the angle of their necks quite attractive and sensual. The church was named St. Teresa. In one of the alcoves there was a statue of the saint which she thought was almost pornographic. The little bronze plaque at the base of the marble figure read: "St. Teresa in Ecstasy." The plaque had said it was a half size copy of the original statue in some church in Rome. There was also a Cupid with a bow and arrow hovering above her to the side. It was the oldest looking Cupid she had ever seen, a teenage Cupid grinning at the saint. Madeline had wondered what kind of ecstasy the woman saint had been experiencing.
She knew her husband, Jim, would be furious with her for just being here, let alone what she had been waiting to do for the past forty minutes. A priest or reverend or whatever they were called, was listening to people confessing sins in a three door closet set against the wall. She hoped she had figured it out correctly. He was behind the middle door with the little red light above the door and the brass name plate that read, "Fr. Phillip Kalinowski." When one of the Catholics wanted to confess, they went into the one of the other two doors, and she had seen them kneel down before the door closed, and a little white light turned on above the door when they did, she guessed to show it was occupied, like those little "occupied" signs on airplane bathrooms.
She had been waiting for more people to leave. There hadn't been any lines for confessing. When she had first walked in, there were about eight people scattered around in the church, and the two confessing closets had been occupied. Most were older persons kneeling in the pews, some holding those beads Catholics had, only one teenage girl had come in and gone into the confessing closet. The girl didn't hang around very long after she came out of the closet. She hadn't been as pretty as her beautiful Bridget.
The handwritten, taped up sign on the middle door read: "Confessions - 4PM to 6PM." She had now been the only one in the pews for the past five minutes. She glanced at her watch. 5:23PM. She had told her husband that she had to do a couple chores for the Ladies Club at church, which really hadn't been a total lie because she
was
in a church. The bigger lie was that she also told him a few of the ladies had talked about going out to dinner together afterwards. She hadn't known how long this would take here, plus the drive time to and from the city. Bridget was ordering a pizza for their dinner which her daughter had been happy about, although Jim hadn't been very pleased. Jason was coming over later to watch TV. She didn't worry about him tonight, Jim would keep an eye on him. The thought reminded her to replace the nearly empty bottle of hand lotion in the kitchen.
Madeline glanced around the cavernous church and figured it was now or never. She took a deep breath, stood up and vaguely heard the large front door of the church open and then clicked closed again. She stepped to the confessional, gave a last look around the large space and didn't see anyone. Maybe someone had just left. She opened the door to the right, and entered the "confessing closet." She knelt on the plastic covered foam kneeler, just as she had seen other people do. Before the door shut behind her, she saw a decorative metal grill over a rectangle of muslin cloth in front of her. The door closed and the latch made a metallic sound. She was kneeling in total darkness.
Her heart raced. She wasn't sure what to do. Did she have to knock on the wall or something? Maybe the minister was sleeping on the other side. She got scared. She suddenly decided it had been a very stupid idea and was about to get up and leave when she heard a wooden panel slide and the rectangle of the grate became softly illuminated. She couldn't see the pastor behind the muslin screen, just light. Then a shadow moved across it. The pastor was moving his arm in some rigmarole. Papists were so weird! She heard a male voice mumbling something but she couldn't make out the words. She froze wide eyed still not knowing what to do. The mumbling stopped.
Fr. Kalinowski waited a couple moments, frowned then spoke softly, "How long since your last confession?" He figured it was a 'fallen away" who had forgotten the prescribed lines he or she should say.
Madeline swallowed. Her heart kept thumping like a scared bunny. "Oh... um... well, never, um... Father... Reverend-Pastor, because, um... well, you see, I'm not a Catholic." Madeline heard a sigh.
