It has been so long since I wrote anything that I decide to crank something out quickly.
It is also my first story written completely in the third person.
It also deals with an idea I have had about certain spinoff sects of a very well known religion, located in Utah. Got to love those spinoffs.
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I was brought up in a religious sect where the concept of 'Man of the house' was take very seriously. My father died and it was in the car coming back from the funeral that my mother explained to me how important this was.
She told me that there was only a limited time, perhaps only a few hours, for me to claim my inheritance. If I did not establish my claim quickly, my dad's brother would have a right to claim my father's property and both my mother and my sister would belong to him.
She told me that both my sister and her wanted to be owned by me but that church law required that I stake my claim. She said that by becoming a 'Man of the house' I would be recognized as a full male member of the faith, just like dad had been and that would be a wonderful thing. Women could only be property.
She said that I must 'plow the land' of both her and my sister as soon as possible when we got home.
I asked her what 'plow the land' meant since we lived in a suburban tract house and she told me that it was an old phrase left over from when the faithful came west and established the promised land. Most were farmers then and the church still used the phrase.
I asked her how I could 'plow the land' and she took my hand and placed it in her lap. She said that this was the land and it was the place that had to be plowed.
I know that it is hard to believe that I had grown up to be a 18 year old man in my faith and had never heard about this but mom explained that it was one of the most closely guarded secrets of the faith and that it had to be never spoken about or the outside world would come and destroy us and the wonderful life we had made for ourselves and all the others in our community.
Then she opened a small pill box and gave me a pill. She told me to swallow it. I asked her what it was and she told me it was one of my fathers Viagra pills and that it would help me fulfill my duty in the next few hours. I told her that I did not think that that would be necessary but the truth is that this was all such a new idea to me that I was worried about how well I would do. She smiled and said it would not hurt and then asked my if I had masturbated that morning. I was surprised that she would ask that but I told her the truth that I had been more interested in getting ready for the funeral and that I had not done that this morning. She smiled and said that that was good.
We reached home and parked the car. My mother and sister asked me to wait in the car for a few minutes while they got ready. She said that they had to assume the initial position approved by the church for this ritual. I did not know what that meant.
I heard my mother calling from the house and went in. The sight before me was more impressive than I had ever seen, and I have seen the Grand Canyon. Both mom and sis were laying on their backs on the dining room table. Each had their legs in the air and were holding their legs up by interlocking their hands under their legs. They were still dressed but had removed their pantyhose, panties and shoes. Their cunts were on display and I could see that they were very aroused.