It lay beside my place at the table when momma called us to breakfast. I saw the little smile on her face as I sat down. Daddy asked me if I wanted my...present and the little girl rose up in my 19 year old self and squealed excitedly that I did. I grabbed it, untied the string, unwrapped the paper, and there it was, a perfectly shaped, completely shelled corncob. Daddy had found some blackberries and made a dye to color the end of it so that it had a "head", and he'd whittled the kernel beds. Her dress came off again and she got down on my rug with her ass up in the air again. She said, “Feel free to use me again. I am the Chosen Vessel. I have been appointed by the church to be the mother of the coming Christ.”I said, “So why are you letting me fuck you? I’m not even religious.”She replied, “I have been told to allow any exposed cock to attempt to impregnate me. Your cock was exposed. So I allowed you to impregnate me.”I asked, “Can anyone fuck you?”She replied, “Only if I see. I'll give you a haircutnow." As usual, there was no discussion, I was just told what to do.But she was nice about it, it was just her natural assertiveness; it waspart of her being, and I loved her. So I did as I was told.She splashed water on my hair to drown out my existing style, and I felther putting a central parting in place rather than my usual sideparting. But she didn't take it to my front hairline, instead she justcombed that part of my hair forward. Then she got busy with. I mean, whenever I go jogging, the teenage boys can't stop looking. Sometimes it is annoying but I love the spolight to be on me. Anyways,the skirt was another matter. It was black and so tight that it looked like latex, and barely covered my pussy, I knew straight away my dad wouldn't let me go like this. But why not try? I kissed my father goodbye like the usual, surprised that he didn't scold me and walked to my friend's gorgeous Ferrari. The music was loud, but the atmosphere was amazing..