Forgive Me Father DAVID
He kissed her gently

He kissed her gently

David had been in his new job at the hospital for 2 years when Kathleen became pregnant with their first child. He had only visited Joan and Mavis twice in the last year, they had sort of drifted apart. Monica on the other hand had become firm friends with Kathleen and was frequently in the house and often slept over. After he had made love to Kathleen she would tell him to see if Monica wanted him, she always did. The only thing he did not like was his job. A large part of the hospital was a hospice for terminally ill patients so he spent a lot of time giving the last rights, and then praying with the relatives as they sat by the bed waiting for them to pass.

One of the nursing Nuns he really liked was Sister Vincent, her mother had sent her to the convent when she was 15 and starting to take an interest in boys. At 18 she had taken her vows so they had that in common. But this evening he had given the last rights to old Ruth Lieberwitz who had been found almost dead on the street 6 months ago and the NHS had discovered she was terminally ill and transferred her to the hospice. As far as anyone knew she had no family and Sister Vincent had started to spend more and more time with her, she thought of her as the grandmother she had never had and had grown to love her.

Now Ruth had passed over and Sister Vincent and David were by her bed praying for her eternal salvation. After a while they sat there, and Sister Vincent started to cry, at first quietly to herself then she was crying out loud. David walked around the bed and pulled her to her feet, putting his arms around her as she lay her head on his shoulder. After a while he tipped her head up with his hand and was looking into her eyes.

They seemed to be pleading to him, his head tipped forward and as his hand held her face up to his he kissed her gently on the lips, her reaction was immediate her arms were around his neck as she returned his kiss with many kisses. His hand found it’s way onto her breast which was full and firm, she made no effort to stop him but her kiss became harder and faster. ″Sister not here″ David said, ″Alright, but my name is Patricia, every one used to call me Pat″.

Taking her hand he led her into the next room and as soon

as the door was closed she was in his arms in no time at all she was bent face down over the bed and her dress was pulled up to her waist as his erect cock found its way inside her virgina as for only the second time in her life she was being fucked. He pulled out as he was coming and holding it in his hand walked to the wash basin to clean himself. Afterwards Pat looked at him her eyes sparkling, ″I don’t want to leave this here, you’ve woken something up inside of me and it’s not going back to sleep″ she said and then she was gone.

Later that night he told Kathleen what had happened, he expected her to be annoyed because it was a Nun, but she only asked ″Do you love her?″ ″No, the only one I love is you″ he replied. ″That’s alright then, I have to go for a scan tomorrow are you coming with me?″ asked Kathleen, ″Yes I would like too. I don’t want to know the sex though, do you? He said smiling, and secretly hoping that he will be granted a son. ″If you can be patient so can I″.

The following day he saw his baby for the first time, a little face, hands and feet. They took some Polaroids for Kathleen and once back home they sat with a cup of tea as they looked at them. ″Do you want me at the birth?″ asked David ″What do you want? It’s up to you, I think you might hate me if you see me like that″ she laughed. ″I will never hate you, I love you far too much. Kathleen can I ask you some thing?″ ″Yes of course″ she said confused. ″You don’t seem to mind who I sleep with, is there anyone you want to sleep with?″ he asked, feeling rather guilty ″Yes″ she said, ″I want to sleep with you, stupid″. ″Do you really? You are far to good for me″ David replied. ″I love you totally, goodness has nothing to do with it. In fact I want you now″ she said, hinting to him to take her upstairs.

Ten minutes later she was lying on the bed, they were both naked and his lips were sucking on her breast as the lactation fluid filled his mouth. As his hand squeezed her other breast he watched it flow out of her nipple which had grown fatter and longer. She rolled onto her side away from him as he entered her from behind which was now the most comfortable for her. Afterwards as she lay there contentedly he got dressed, made her a sandwich and a coffee and he took to her. As she ate and drank they talked about baby names and what the baby would mean to them.

She could see the love in his eyes for her, and she was happier than at any time in her life. The phone went and Kathleen answered it. Dave heard her say ″I will tell him, he will be there″. She looked at him ″Duty calls. Mr Williams needs the last rights″. ″OK I had better go″ he said with a deflated tone in his voice, he leaned over and kissed her good bye. At the hospital he went straight to the room Mr Williams was in to find his wife and two sons by the bedside.

He went over, Mrs Williams thanked him for coming as he stood by the bed and started the sacrament. Afterwards he left the family alone as he went to his office. Sat at his desk he offered up a prayer for the Williams family.

There was a knock on the door which opened to admit Sister Vincent, she closed it behind her and he indicated a chair which she sat in, ″Father I need to talk about what happened″. ″Yes I understand that. First Pat I want you to know I blame myself not you″. ″No Father you don’t understand, I loved it and need to do it again, it made me feel alive for the first time in years″ she explained. ″So what are you saying?″ he asked. ″I can’t leave it here I want more″. David looked surprised ″It’s not safe here anyone could walk in″ he said. ″So where then?″ ″My home″. Sister Vincent hesitated ″But your wife?″ ″She is very understanding. At any rate we can’t talk here. Come and see me at home″ he said.

David had come home to find suitcases and boxes sitting on the front porch. He had found the door locked, and after ringing the bell and knocking a few times, his mother peeked through the front glass, unlocked the door to let him in, and then re-locked the door. David went into the living room, sat down, his eye caught the film on the TV. “Any plans this afternoon?” his mom asked , “Nah, just going to hang.” he said, not taking his eyes off the screen. There was a sigh from her that he barely heard, and a moment of silence before she spoke again. “Dave, put on your swim suit and meet me at the pool.” Mary told him. “What...why?” he didn’t understand. “You heard me” her exasperated voice was behind him. “And because I asked you too. Now please meet me at the pool.”

Before David could answer, she was gone. He thought about ignoring her request, but there had been something in her voice. He shut down the TV and changed into his swim trunks, then headed down the stairs.

Passing through the kitchen he saw her at the counter, her back was to him, he only caught a glimpse of the white terry cloth robe she was wearing when he headed out the patio doors.

Next to the pool Mary had positioned two of the loungers with a small table between them. There was a towel draped over each chair so Dave stretched out in one, feeling the warm sun on his skin.

He looked up when Mary slid the patio door shut and started walking towards him. She was carrying a small tray with what looked like two ice teas, and if he didn’t know better her cooking timer. ″What the hell was going on″ he thought.

He couldn’t help it, his eyes dropped to her long tanned legs as she walked, he could see her thighs and calves ripple with every step. ″She’s my mom you pervert″ he thought to himself, he chastised himself, as he ripped his eyes away. While David wasn’t a virgin, he wasn’t exactly Don Juan either. He had been with girls in the past, but he was no stud

Mary set the two teas on the small table beside them then sat on her lounger facing David.

“Look son” she said softly. “Things have been a struggle, and to be honest life in general has been a struggle for me.” She sighed. “I think...well I think that a little family therapy might help us.” She looked up at him. “Mom, the last thing I want to do is sit and tell some stranger about my personal life” he said. “I find that statement insulting” Mary tried to smile. “As a person, I actually understand.” She said. “So, instead, I have a proposal.” She reached out and picked up the timer, quickly turning the knob. “For the next hour it will be Family Therapy. It’s going to be one hour of truth and honesty; no judgements from either of us.”

She released the timer and relaxed back on her lounger, pulling her terry cloth robe off as she leaned back. This had to be some kind of joke, he thought at first. But the timer softly clicking between them made Dave realize his mother was deadly serious about this.

“How do you propose we start?” he asked her. Taking a deep breath, Mary stared off across the pool. God, watching those twin globes rise and fall, captured by the bright red bikini top was enough to give a dead man a hard on, and David was far from fucking dead.

“My name is Mary” she spoke softly. “I am a widowed woman. I have buried myself in my work” her voice was soft but clear. “I have ignored my friends, ignored my son.” Dave felt a pang at her admission. “And every time I look in a mirror I hate what I see.” There was a soft sob with her last words. He was dumb founded at her words. She had literally opened her heart and just poured it onto the table. David sat silent for moment thinking, just who and what was he.

“My name is David” he tried to keep his voice calm. “I love my mother.” Mary sat and watched him silent. “I barely made it through my last year of high school; I failed at sports because I gave up and really couldn’t care less.”

He had honestly said it; it was like a weight had lifted from his chest. He looked over at Mary, who sat staring at him.

“Well, we have something in common” she smiled briefly. “It seems we both left our old lives behind.”

For the next forty-five minutes they just sat in the warm sun, and talked. I mean really talked. For the first time he said not just what he felt, but what he thought. Mary did the same, sharing her pain, her anger.

It was amazing and exhilarating at the same time, especially when they realized just how much they had in common. They both had abandoned their old lives, but had no direction for their new ones. They both had a deep seated hatred. “You have no idea David” Mary said in a hushed voice.

At that moment the timer chose to ding. David hated for the session to be over, but Mary insisted. She rose from her lounger and gathered her empty tea glass, towel and the timer.

“So, once a week or twice?” she asked. “I think twice” he told her. “Once a week is to long between.”

“I agree” Mary nodded. “Shall we say Wednesday at 4pm?” she asked.

“That sounds perfect to me Mary.” She looked at him when he used her first name. Then a smile spread across her face.

“Thank you David” Mary said softly; leaning down to kiss him on the cheek.

David could feel her full breasts press against his arm as she kissed softly. They were encased in her bikini top, but every hormone in his body went on fire. He watched her walk back to the house, his eyes locked on that ass as it swayed with every step.

″Now that is one cougar I wouldn’t mind trying to tame″, he thought. He felt blood surge in his cock at the thought, and try as he might he couldn’t rid himself of the hunger growing in his balls. ″God, I needed to jerk off a good one″.

The following day they met again at the pool, this time Mary was wearing a pale blue bikini, the style matched her red one. She must have bought two or three, he thought. As they settled in, he figured just pick up where they had left off.

“What about you Mary?” David asked. “Why don’t you date?”

“Pfftttt” she took a sip of her tea. “Who would date this old body” she scoffed. “Besides, it’s been so long I wouldn’t know how to...well...”

“Finish it Mary” he pushed at her. “You were the one who said, an hour of truth without judgement. Say it.” he told her. Mary turned and looked into his eyes. “It’s been so long” her voice trembled. “I wouldn’t know how to suck a cock if one was in front of my face.”

“Isn’t it kind of like riding a bicycle” he smiled.

Mary laughed, relaxing. “God it was good to get that out.” She sighed.

He saw her eyes flicker to his suit bottom for a second, and then back up. There was no way he could hide the now raging boner inside his swim trunks, and honestly he didn’t want to.

“As far as being old, that’s a matter of opinion.” David reassured her. “You need to listen to what the guy says, not put words in his mouth.” he told her.

“Are you a virgin” she asked out of the blue.

“No, I’m not as a matter of fact.” he told her honestly. “Are you?” he smiled.

Mary turned and looked at him, and then a smile crept across her face. “At least we can share the same perspective.” She said softly.

The session steered away from that topic, and they spent the next time discussing how they both preferred to be left alone.

“Two minutes, we need to wrap up.” Mary said, glancing at the timer. There was something that had been eating at him to say, ever since their earlier discussion. But he needed to do this right. He reached out his hand and held the timer, keeping it from advancing.

“I am going to say this to Mary” he said softly. “Because if I said this to my mom, I would either get slapped or shit my trunks” he looked at her face.

“Don’t ever think you are old or undesirable” he said softly. “Where you are concerned, the word hot does not even do justice.” he watched her eyes grow bigger at his words.

“In fact,” somehow he held his voice steady. “If you wear that suit next session, I swear to God I will pull mine off and jack off looking at you.”

Before she could answer, he lifted his hand and the timer softly dinged. He didn’t know how but he had timed it perfectly. “The session is over.” he rose from the lounger. “Now if you will excuse me there is something I need to take care of.”

David woke with a bolt, a loud bang bang bang on the door. He had been dreaming, again and woke up just as the dream was getting interesting. Kathleen opened the door to see a Nun standing there. ″Won’t you come in Sister?″ ″I’m sorry this is a mistake″. ″It’s Sister Vincent isn’t it?″ said Kathleen ″Yes″. ″Well come in Sister, I need some one to talk to″ as she reached out and took her arm, guiding her into the house and on into the kitchen, ″Sit down Sister″ she said as she picked up the tea pot and two cups. She sat down next to Sister Vincent as she poured the tea. ″It’s Patricia isn’t it? ″Yes″. ″Good so Patricia I am Kathleen, David told me what happened″. ″I am so sorry″ the sister felt a sense of guilt. ″Don’t be it shows you are human, you know I love sex but with David I have sex with love that’s the best kind. So I don’t mind if he helps other women out.

Do you always wear the habit?″ Kathleen seemed to ramble on. ″Yes some times I wish I could wear nice clothes″. ″Oh that’s easy, bring your tea″, as she got up and led the way to the bedroom. ″We’re about the same size, take the habit off″ as she went to the wardrobe and started throwing skirts, blouses and dresses onto the bed.

Kathleen looked at her underwear, went to a draw and took out a very pretty bra and knickers ″Here try some of these″. Patricia took of her bra to expose a fine pair of breasts. She picked up a bright red set and slipping her knickers off onto the floor to put on the red ones then she put on the bra. Kathleen looked at her and said ″Patricia you are very beautiful. I can see why any man would want you″ as she bent down and picked up a white see through blouse and a bright yellow skirt. ″Try these″, Patricia put them on ″Now sit down″ as Kathleen picked up a comb and hair brush and began to brush her hair.

Once the hair was done she used some make up, ″Now look in the mirror″. Patricia looked in the full length mirror and was stunned at what she could see. She was no longer a Nun but a beautiful woman. ″How does that feel?″ ″I don’t know, funny, as though it’s not me″ said Patricia. ″Well it is you, the real you. You have unwrapped the woman inside and I think you like it. I have to lie down so you can wait for David or come and keep me company″ Kathleen said with an invitation in her voice. ″I’ll come and talk to you″. Kathleen went to her room with Patricia and once there she took off her dress and bra and laid down ″God that feels good, can you get me a towel from the side please?″

Patricia handed her the towel and she started squeezing her breasts to express the milk she was carrying. They sat for over an hour talking before Kathleen dropped off to sleep. Patricia covered her

with a blanket and went down to the Kitchen where she found David putting the kettle on, ″Hello Father″ ″Hello I don’t think we have met″. ″Father it’s Patricia, Sister Vincent″. ″And it was only today I was told there is no God, Sister you are beautiful″. David responded taking in the beauty of this woman.

″Your wife said that when she lent me these clothes. She also said she did not mind our sleeping together″. ″Really? What else did she say?″ he asked. ″As long as you only love her″ she said, her tone had lowered as though she was disappointed. ″I do only love her and will always only love her″ said David, making his comment sound more like a statement of fact. ″That’s OK, it’s your body I want not your heart″. She put her arms around his neck and pulling herself up kissed him on the lips.

″Oh God the baby is coming″ said Kathleen, panicked. The baby was due in a weeks’ time. David hesitated, ″Where’s the bag, it should have been by the door, where is it? He found it on top of the shoe rack. He took Kathleen’s hand and went to the car as Patricia tore of the blouse and skirt and put her Habit on, rushing to the car. She sat in the back with Kathleen timing her contractions. Patricia was a fully qualified SRN and in her own right, a ward sister trained in emergency medicine, midwifery, and as a theatre sister. As soon as they reached the nearest NHS hospital Patricia rushed off and returned with a trolley helping Kathleen onto it, then with Patricia pulling and David pushing they ran into the casualty. David searched for a nurse or Doctor whilst Patricia continued timing Kathleen’s contractions which were now coming thick and fast.

David arrived with a staff nurse as Kathleen went into the first stage of labour, the contractions gradually opening up Kathleen’s’ cervix. Patricia had her sleeves rolled up as she washed her hands, she looked at the staff nurse. ″Get me a delivery pack″, the staff nurse looked at her. ″Who are you?″ ″I am Sister Vincent, a fully qualified midwife and a nursing Sister so do as I tell you″. Pre labour changes took hours, Kathleen hadn’t noticed anything happening until the start of the contractions which now was ranging in intensity even though labour has yet to get going properly.

The nurse arrived with the pack just as Kathleen entered into the passive second stage. She was having urges to push the baby out, and could feel the pressure of the baby’s head low down in her pelvis, and with each contraction, she could feel strong urges to bear down. ″Listen to your body, and push if you have that urge″ said Patricia. ″Now, take a few breaths between pushes if that’s what feels right″ she added.

With every push, the baby moved further through the pelvis, Patricia explained that at the end of the contraction, the baby will probably slip back a little again. ″This is normal, it gives the muscles of your pelvic floor time to stretch gradually. As long as your baby keeps gradually moving down, you’re doing fine″ she added, which put David and Kathleen more at ease. ″Your baby’s head is visible, it’s crowning. Now, listen to me carefully. Stop pushing and blow out your breaths″. This helped Kathleen to resist the urge to bear down for two contractions, so that the baby was born gently and slowly. Kathleen could feel a hot, stinging sensation, as the opening of her vagina started to stretch around the baby’s head. After one last contraction, Kathleen had delivered the baby, the midwife wiped the baby with a clean towel and then placed her on Kathleen’s chest for a skin-to-skin cuddle.

Once mother and baby was settled on the ward, David and Patricia left them to sleep and went home to the house. Patricia

went into the spare room, removed the habit and was unhooking the red bra when she saw David looking at her from the doorway. She stopped and he walked over to her, her arms were by her sides as he reached behind her undid the last hook and dropped the bra on the floor. She stood looking at him as his arms pulled her to him, his lips met hers, she had no recollection of him undressing or her knickers coming off. She woke up with him on top of her as his cock rammed into her cunt like a piston. He seemed bigger than before and really filled her as she reached her arms around him and pulled his head to hers. She kissed him with a passion totally unknown to her, her orgasm when it came was the most mind shattering experience she had ever had. At that moment, she knew she would never be a Nun again.

The following morning she asked David if he could drop her at the convent, she chose some pale blue underwear and a red dress of Kathleen’s with some matching shoes and left her long hair down. She put the habit in a bag and got into the car. David looked at her. ″You look beautiful, but if I am taking you to the convent why are you not in your habit?″ he asked, ″I can never go back to that life but I do need to tell them″. ″Where will you stay, what will you do?″ questioned Dave. ″I will get a job nursing so I have to go back to collect my certificates and medallions and some other bits, I was hoping I could stay with you and Kathleen for a couple of weeks until I find some where and get a job″. ″Of course you can″. Patricia got out of the car and rang the bell, the door was opened by a Nun who looked stunned to see her standing there. ″Good morning Sister Mary″ as she walked in. She knocked on the mother superiors

door and without waiting walked in. Sister Francis sat and looked at her. ″Sister Vincent where is your habit?″ Patricia placed the bag on her desk ″In here Sister. I have returned to tell you, I am leaving the order today and I will not change my mind. I want a husband and children and I won’t get them if I stay here″. ″Where will you go?″ asked the sister. ″I have some where to stay for a few weeks until I can find some where of my own and get a job″. ″Sister are you sure you are doing the right thing?″ ″Yes sister I want the love

of a man, over the last few days I have experienced the joys of being with a man and I will not change my mind. Sister, my name is Patricia please use it″. ″Patricia I know the joys of being with a man, Oh yes I was not always a Nun, but I found inner serenity in the order, you might want to return one day″. Patricia said good bye and with that she left, went to her cell picked up the things she wanted and left the order for good.

That night when David got home Patricia had dinner on and they sat at the table eating as he talked about Kathleen and the baby. He was bringing them home in the morning all being well.

David spent the morning buying a cot and pram and all the other things a new baby would need, then after putting the cot together in the babies room, David set off to the hospital to pick up Kathleen and their daughter. When they came home Kathleen laid the baby in the cot, and laid in bed to rest. David brought the tea and sat on the bed with her ″We still need to choose a name. What about your mothers name and mine?″ suggested David. ″Katherine Mary Johnston, that has a kind of ring to it″. ″Yes but I was thinking of Mary first. Mary Katherine Johnston?″ said Kathleen. ″No it’s better the other way″. ″OK you win, Katherine Mary it is″.

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