A widower receives a visit from two Mormon girls.
This story is fictional which means that reality is not a factor here. This story includes Mormon characters, but is not intended as a criticism of that religion. Tags include May-December, spanking, light bondage, pregnancy, dub-con, and forms of sex intercourse. If these tags offend you, don't read this story! This story could have been put into a few categories, but I decided that due to the ages of the three characters, Mature would be the appropriate category. All characters are at least 19-years old. All story rights belong to Bebopper99 and may not be reproduced without his permission.
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It's Halloween night, and I'm watching a lopsided college football game. The bagged candy are in a huge plastic pumpkin on the porch so the little kids can help themselves, and I don't have to keep answering the door. As a widower who retired early at age 41, there can be moments of boredom. My wife and I got had a June wedding after high school graduation. We had an "Ooops" baby in January. We successfully raised a family.
The plan was for the wife and me to live our Golden Years together, but my wife's fatal illness terminated that happy plan. Since my wife Joanne's death, I have been pretty much a recluse. My son Davy and his family live up North, while my daughter Jenny and her family live a state over from me. We do get together during holidays.
The door bell rings, and I sigh at the intrusion into my solitude. Figuring the pumpkin needs a candy refill, I get up and open the door. I stood amazed at the two lovely young ladies, both dressed as Mormon missionaries holding books. They both looked around 15, but the porch light was off, and they were lit only by the flashing orange lights.
"Wow, Mormon missionaries!! Girls, those are nice costumes. Original too. Never seen that before. All praise aside, aren't you too old for a candy scavenger hunt?"
The nearest girl was a cute and petite, about 5'4" with maybe C-cup breasts. She had an athletic body covered by a white knee-length dress, a blue cardigan, and ankle-strapped shoes with a 2" wedge heel. Her blond hair went down past her shoulders. She was the one who responded to my question. We stared at each other.
I was immediately attracted to her, and she seemed to be also similarly affected.
"Good evening, sir. Sorry for the mix-up. We really are LDS missionary sisters.
I am Sister Kylee, and this is Sister Megan. We are here to share our faith with you," the petite blond said with a shy smile.
Mormon missionaries? I was speechless and mildly annoyed by their visit. I had a game on my television. I looked at the other Mormon girl. She looked to be about 5'6" tall with brunette hair. She seemed to be embarrassed by her possibly D-cup hooters since she covered them with her book when I looked at her. She also had an athletic body encased in a light green blouse, yellow skirt, and ankle-strapped sandals with 3" inch heels.
"In that case, you seem too young to be missionaries," I said with a smile.
"It's okay, sir. I assure you we are both 19-years old."
I turned on the porch light and got a better look at them. They were the real thing and quite beautiful. They were LDS missionaries, then that meant they were both virgins. I hadn't enjoyed a virgin since my wedding night.
Bad thoughts now flooded my brain such as deflowering both girls and making them my permanent house slaves. Uh, I actually meant house guests. Sort of! I stared at Kylee's blue eyes with a big smile, and she smiled back. I sensed that a deep attraction between us.
I straightened up my 5'11" muscular body. Megan looked on with a concerned look on her face. I didn't want her to panic and have them leave, which meant I needed to moved this indoors quick.
I knew that Mormons girls were raised to be obedient, respectful, and submissive as part of their holy roles as future wives and mothers. I decided to tap into that tap into that Mormon female psyche.
"In that case, welcome to my home. I look forward to learning everything inside and out about the both of you," I said in a light voice as I put my hands on Kylee's shoulders and slowly drew her in. She stood on my entry rug. I pointed at a couple of pairs of my shoes next to the door.
"Sorry Kylee, you will remove your shoes. I assure you that the floor is clean."
Blondie stood there unsure at my strong request. I put my hands on her cheeks and moved my mouth next to her left ear. Now she was trembling at my touch.
"It's okay. You're safe with me. I think I have love at first sight. You are so beautiful. I want you as my woman," I whispered into her ear. She giggled as I moved my lips with an inch of hers. We stood there for 20 seconds, then she lightly kissed me! She bent down to undo her ankle-straps and slipped off her shoes.
"Good girl, Kaylee. Please come in," I said softly. She responded with an uncertain smile and stood beside me. I put my arm around her shoulder. We faced Megan who looked like she wanted to bolt.
"Well Megan, are you coming in too? Don't leave Kaylee alone to preach to me."
The brunette entered, and I locked the dual-deadbolt and pocketed the key. When I did that, Megan stood petrified. Her Mormon book was over her nice rack again as if to protect her virtue from me.
I pointed to her feet and said, "Shoes off, please!"
Megan just stood there like a statue, so I knelt down to remove her shoes. As I removed them, I briefly and gently caressed and massaged her feet. The pretty brunette gasped, then giggled ed at my touch. I took the girls' shoes and put them in the entry way closet.
"Kaylee will sit with me on the sofa. Megan sit across from us in that chair."
The girls complied and as I sat closely next to Kaylee, she moved away from me.
I moved next to her again so our legs touched and my right arm went around her shoulders so she couldn't move any further.