"Mom, can you tell me how the Mary experience came to be? No one else has ever heard of it. No other church even hints at the existence of such a thing. Yet, it is so beautiful. How can this not be shared with everyone?"
"Well, like I told you before, this is secret knowledge reserved by God for only the few. Most people can't handle something like this. Imagine the reaction if suddenly one day, you showed up at your old church and told people that God had actual sex with Mary and that the women of the church could do that too."
"Oh. That would not be good."
"You are right. It would not be good. Even at House of Love, the knowledge is restricted. This is much too powerful to just spread out to the masses.
I know that this hidden truth has been revealed to others. There are hints of it in different locations and at different times. Although it never became official doctrine accepted by that church, there was a Mormon elder who taught that God had physical sex with Mary. There are other reports of it in other places as well, but it is always severely repressed, so they are difficult to find.
As far as this line, or maybe this group, of Marys, it started with me. My father owned a horse farm out west. That's where I'm from you know. He was also a part-time preacher. He went to little churches that couldn't afford a regular Pastor. They gave him what they could, it was never much, but that is not why he was there. He had a genuine desire to help people and get then closer to God. He didn't know much of the Bible, and he didn't have much education, but he did have the love of God in his heart and people can tell that.
Well, Momma died when I was sixteen. It was real hard on Daddy. He took it bad. Sometimes he would just breakdown crying and sobbing for what looked like no reason. But I knew the reason. He was thinking about Momma.
I liked to read and there wasn't much else around, except Momma's old Bible. So I read that. Well, after reading a whole lot I realized, that God came to earth more than once in the Old Testament. And he looked and acted human.
Then I read about Mary getting pregnant with God's baby. Well, there's only one way to get a woman pregnant. God just showed up in human form once again and she gave herself to him. Mary had sex with God. If Mary had sex with her father, I know he was her heavenly father, but still, why couldn't I have sex with my earthly father?
It took a while, but I kept giving him a tease. Letting him catch glimpses of me not fully dressed. Wearing loose shirts unbuttoned enough that when I bent over, he could get a nice view. He had never been able to bring himself get rid of Momma's clothes, so I started wearing them. Especially the nighties I know she used to get him riled up. Lots of them were see-through and I loved showing off my body for him.
I began to tell him about what I discovered in the Bible about Mary and God. I told him that if Adam and Eve were the only two people on Earth, and they had children who then had children of their own, there was a whole lot of incest going on somewhere. And I told him about Lot, whose daughters got him drunk and they had sex with him, both of them. They took turns with him, one the first night, then the other the next, until he got them both pregnant. He fucked his daughters pregnant, but the Apostle Peter called him a righteous man. Then I talked about Tamar, who slept with her father-in-law Judah. He was one of the twelve sons of Jacob, so he was the start of one of the tribes of Israel. The one that Jesus came from. Tamar became a prostitute so that she could seduce Judah get him to make her pregnant. So why couldn't Daddy fuck me?
I could see that it was working on him. He was resisting with everything he had, but eventually I was going to have him. One night I opened the door to his and Momma's bedroom. He was lying on his back with is eyes closed. He was lost in concentration and didn't hear me open the door.
Then I saw what he was concentrating on. He had his cock in his hand. It was hard and sticking straight up as he was slowly rubbing it up and down. I made a little noise and he looked over at me there in one of Momma's most sexy nighties. As he looked at me, I knew that he was finally ready. I took off the night gown to let him look at my completely naked body. He had never stopped stroking his cock the whole time.
I didn't know much about sex beyond the basic biology. I just knew that I wanted it with my Dad. I wanted to give him the love and comfort that he missed from Momma. So I walked over to him, moved his hand out of the way and took his cock into my own. I stroked it for him. Then I straddled him and sat down on that hard thing and took it in my pussy. Not much technique, but it was all of my love. I gave him my virginity and rode him until he came in me. I was two weeks past my eighteenth birthday."
"What happened then?"
"Well, we bought condoms, I think that it was a big fifty pack roll, and I moved into his bed. The roll didn't last that long and pretty soon we had to buy another. Well, we couldn't just fuck all day, we had a horse ranch to run. There were ranch hands to supervise, more in season when things really got busy. Lots of big, rough men who all wanted to dominate me and push me around, thinking I was just some little girl. Well, I wasn't going to take that. I had lots of stallions that needed breaking and I set about breaking them.
Now when you break a stallion you don't want to break his spirit. Who wants a wimp-ass stallion? You just want to break him to your will, so that you can get the bit in his mouth, take the reins, mount him, and go for a long wild ride. Girl, riding a just-broke stallion is as fun as it gets. You climb on that thing, take off and let him gallop. The bouncing up and down pounds your pussy and your clit get pushed on over and over. Oh, dear Lord, orgasm after orgasm until I was so tired, I thought I would fall off. I'm telling you girl, I had to break in a lot of stallions over the years. But not a damn one of them was a horse."
Sheila thought Mom was funny, the way she told the story, but tried hard not to laugh. It hurt, she was still too sore for this. "So what does this have to do with Jack?"
"Jack was one of the stallions. I liked him well enough, he wasn't as bad as the others. He never disrespected me. But, honestly, he wasn't the sharpest pencil in the box. That was OK with me, as it suited my plans. Ranch hands are crude and if they ever learn something embarrassing about you, it will be all over the county by that afternoon. So, one thing I knew about Jack was, he couldn't have children. I heard some of the other hands poke at him about it. Not that he couldn't get it up, but that he didn't make enough little swimmers to get the job done. That was better. I needed a plan to cover my sex with Daddy, so I picked Jack.
One night he was alone in the barn, all the others had gone into town to get drunk. Jack didn't drink, another point in his favor. I went in, pushed him down on the hay, and fished his cock out of his jeans. I stripped and straddled him. I told him that he'd have all of this he wanted, and more, as long as my bit was in his mouth and I had the reins. We galloped when I wanted to gallop, walked when I wanted to walk. We went where I wanted to go, and he could mount any mare he wanted, as long as I approved. If he messed up, he'd be a gelding. He agreed and I saddled up."
"What happened then?"
"We got married next week. I laid off any other hands I thought knew Jack couldn't get me pregnant. I threw away the roll of condoms and told Daddy I wanted babies."
"So your sons aren't Jack's?"
"No, my sons are also my brothers. Daddy made me pregnant both times."
"That is one amazing story. But somewhere, I missed the part about the Mary experience."
"Oh! I did skip that part, didn't I? OK, then. When I was reading the Bible and all those stories, I realized what God wanted me to do. He wanted me to bring love, comfort and happiness to my Daddy. Mom was gone and he needed someone to give him what he needed. He was getting depressed and he was going downhill. The ranch was falling apart and he just wasn't able to get things done.
God wanted me to have sex with my father. He wanted me to take that hard rod, put it in a warm, loving environment and bring happiness to the man I loved most. When I did that, in offering myself completely to God's will, I experienced being lifted up and found myself in communion with God. I learned that the artificial barriers bad religion raised, which prevented real love from being expressed, were just blown away."
