16 comments/ 81514 views/ 16 favorites In the Shadow of the Mountain By: In the Shadow of the Mountain I drove the buckboard to the back door of the house but before it came to a stop, I spotted the fresh splinters of bullet holes around the door frame and a shattered pane of glass in the one window. I went flying off the wagon seat and hit the back door rolling and calling, "Miz Thompson? Nettie? Jack?" All was quiet for a few seconds and then the cellar door opened and the three of them walked in tentatively. I noted the old buffalo rifle in Miz Thompson's hands and the look of determination in her eyes and knew that she had every intention of using it to save her family and home. What really surprised me though was that all three of them hurried over and hugged me, talking at once about what had happened and how glad they were that I was back home. Hmmm. I realized that ... it did feel ... like home. We sat down around the kitchen table and Miz Thompson poured coffee for us while Nettie fixed hot chocolate for Jack and herself. Miz Thompson said, "There hasn't been a shot in probably an hour or more but right after noon a bullet broke the window and sent us diving for cover. We heard somebody shout that this was R-Bar-S land and we'd better be gone in three days. While they were yelling, we all crawled into the cellar. As soon as they quit talking, they started shooting. There must have been two or three rifles, maybe four. I suspect they weren't aiming to kill us or they'd have caught us outside. But it was pretty scary anyway." After I drank my coffee, I told the family to go back to the cellar while I scouted around. I figured the shots had come from a grove of trees out beyond the barn and sure enough, there were tracks of three horses and three booted men. Two of the horses would not be difficult to identify because of unusual hoof trimming. However they were long gone ... didn't even bother picking up their shell casings. I went back to the house and sounded the all clear, then began to unload the buckboard. The two five-gallon cans of kerosene went into the barn for storage and while I was there, I found an old bottle that I filled with some of the fuel and left near the door along with a couple of extra ropes. A plan was beginning to develop in my mind. After dinner, I told the missus that I'd be riding out early in the morning to check on things and planned to be back by sundown. She had no problem with that. I headed for the bunkhouse to turn in. I was still puttering around with plans for the next day when there came a light knock on the door. I called, "Come in" but was still surprised to see Miz Thompson come in, a shawl wrapped around her shoulders against the cool night air. I jumped up but she bade me sit back on the mattress so I did. For a few minutes she stood just inside the door staring at me, a musing sort of look on her face. It made me a bit uncomfortable. "Can I help you with anything, Miz Thompson?" Finally she walked over and sat on the bunk with me, making me really nervous. When she put her hand on my knee, I almost jumped out of my skin. Very softly, she said, "You can start by calling me Lottie, Mr. Dancer. I would like that." I looked up to see the most lovely pair of clear blue eyes I'd ever seen. I started to speak but the words got caught in my throat. I cleared it and started again, rather huskily. "Would you call me Allan, ma'am?" "I'd like that, Allan. But you've already forgotten." "Oh, no, ma'am...uh, I mean, Lottie. It would be my privilege." Again silence reigned and I turned my attention to the pigging strings I was preparing, acutely aware of her hand still resting on my knee, although my imagination made me believe that her grip was tightening. "You're going after them, aren't you?" "Wh...what?" "You're planning to go after those men who shot at the house, aren't you?" "Well, I ... uh, yes, ma'am." "Lottie, Allan. Don't forget." I looked at her and she shook her head, "I don't want you to go, Allan." "Ma'am? Lottie, excuse me?" "I don't want you to get hurt, Allan. I don't want you to go." "I'm sorry, ma'am...uh, Lottie. This is something I've just got to do. If I don't do it now, they'll eventually kill us all. I can't let them kill my family." Her arms snaked around my neck and she leaned against my shoulders. I'd said something wrong, I knew, because the tears were flooding down her face, soaking into my shirt. Awkwardly I put my arms around her and hugged her to me. She just seemed to melt into my body. For a long time she cried, her body shuddering against my own. Try as I might, I couldn't help but be aware of the soft curves, especially with her large breasts pressed into my chest. My jeans began to be uncomfortable as my erection pushed out the front of them. Finally the quaking stopped and she gradually composed herself. Leaning back, but not removing her arms, she said, "I'm so sorry, Allan. I didn't mean to throw myself at you. But...well, I know my husband's dead and it has been sooo long since a man cared enough about me to do what you're going to do. Allan, will you hold me tonight?" "Yes, m...Lottie. Anyway you want." She stood and turned in front of me, letting the shawl drop to the floor. Slowly she began unfastening buttons on her dress. As I watched the top leisurely opened, revealing creamy skin above the mounds still covered with another, smaller garment. However, the buttons kept opening, down to her waist and then lower, to the hem and then she shrugged out of the dress, letting it ball to the floor. I licked my lips. Less than 24 hours earlier, I had bedded another woman and yet this was so much different. This was a woman I knew ... and respected ... and lusted after, although not openly, until now. She reached behind her and unfastened the upper garment, letting it join the others on the floor, letting two huge soft, smooth globes sink slightly, a concession to the force of gravity. Her nipples were taut, a pair of dark red pebbles in a sea of crimson bumps. I couldn't help but lick my lips. Then she eased the bloomers down her legs and uncovered her lower region and I was beside myself with anticipation. "Are you going to take off your clothes?" she asked. Hastily I stood and shucked everything, not caring where it went but just sent it flying. When I turned, she was lying naked on top of my blankets, moved over far enough that I could lay beside her. I lay facing her, carefully working an arm under her head to hug her to me. Our lips met in such a sweet kiss I felt my body and spirit floating along on a puffy white cloud. I ran my top hand down her side and around to the small of her back and gently pulled her to me. I mumbled an apology for poking her in the stomach with my cock but she simply pushed her hips closer to me and shot her tongue further into my mouth. My mind was inflamed with the pressure of her enormous tits on my chest and the curve of her hip down to the roundness of her bottom. When my fingers slipped between her legs, she was soaking wet and whispered in my ear, "Make love to me, Allan, please make love to me." Oh, but I wanted this to last, not be over in a few hasty minutes like I knew it would be if I climbed on top of her like she expected. I broke our embrace and began kissing my way down her neck and shoulders to her tits. I licked all around her huge mounds, nipping and lapping at the stiff little nipple, sucking hard when Lottie begged me to. Once she shivered so hard I lost contact with her tit. She was moaning loudly when I licked down to her navel and all around her stomach. I soon continued down into the heavy thatch of curly, reddish brown hair. She seemed surprised when my tongue dipped into her crease, a little reluctant to spread her legs but, with my tongue running up and down the outer lips of her pussy, she must have decided it was okay and her legs slowly spread apart. Her pussy was shaped kind of like an upside-down heart, all lacy flesh that stood up from the surrounding area. It was swollen and the color of angry red blood but she was both sweet and tart to the taste. As my tongue sank into her opening and searched for her clitty, her legs started swinging wildly back and forth behind my head. Her moaning had gotten louder and louder until I was afraid the kids would come from the house to see if I was hurting their mother. But it wasn't hurt that she was expressing. It was the pent-up sexual frustration of being without her lover for more than three years. I sank my tongue deep into her opening and nearly drowned in a rush of cum pouring from within. Lottie went limp with exhaustion. I crawled up her form, my cock leaving a wet trail of pre-cum on her thigh every time it touched her. She had the strangest look on her face, sort of a cross between too tired to care and the cat that ate the canary. I paused over her with my still throbbing hard-on poised at her entrance. She whispered, "Yes, Allan, do it, please. I need to feel you inside of me. Please." I eased forward but met no resistance. There was heat, plenty of heat and lots of slick juices. Her pussy was tight from disuse but otherwise very accepting of my offering. I supported my weight above her but with my hands under her head I held our mouths together for long minutes at a time as my hips slowly worked my implement in and out of her storage shed. It was an incredible experience. Before I could go not further without shooting my sperm into her warm and inviting body, she shuddered several times, seemingly achieving a certain satisfaction from our coupling. Finally, spent and my flaccid member having plopped softly out of her pussy, I rolled over beside her. She turned to face me, her arms going around my neck and pulling our mouths back together. Lottie whispered, "Allan, we need you. Please be careful. No matter what else happens, remember that we need you to come back home whenever you can." I kissed her again, nodded and then drifted off to sleep with Lottie in my arms. At midnight with only a few hours' sleep, my internal clock woke me. I carefully disengaged from Lottie and got dressed. I had already packed my saddle bags the night before so all I had to do was saddle up, tie the bags behind the saddle, load my rifles and hang the other gear from the saddle horn. I walked my horse out of the yard and, when we reached the soft grass that would muffle his steps, lifted him to a mile-eating canter. I figured there were still more than an hour of darkness before first light when I arrived at the headquarters of the R-Bar-S. I tied my horse in a grove of trees a ways from the house and took stock. There didn't seem to be any activity although the cook might be moving any time now. Taking my extra ropes and can of fuel, I hurried quietly down to the yard. With only one door into the bunkhouse, I tied the door securely closed with the ropes going all the way around the shotgun style building. There was dried grass all around the building except for the path that led to the door so I poured a steady stream of kerosene right next to the base of the building, all the way around, dropping a few soaked handfuls of grass at the doorway. Quickly I retreated to a low spot up the gently sloping hill ... probably an old buffalo wallow ... trailing a thin line of kerosene all the way. It was near first light and I knew the cook had to be stirring somewhere so I settled down, arranged my two rifles at the ready and waited. I didn't have to wait long. A light appeared in a back window of the main house. I picked up my Sharps Buffalo gun and sighted on the light, just as a shadow appeared in the window. I waited until the shadow had moved on and slowly squeezed the trigger. The explosion was extremely loud in the still of the night, especially in my own ears. The lamp went out immediately but in seconds the light was coming from a different source as the fuel spilled over the kitchen and the fire ignited it. I could hear yells of three or four voices from the main house and a whole cacophony of voices from the bunkhouse. The streaks of light from the east let me see the bunkhouse door shake as the cowboys tried to boil out of the room. I shifted the Sharps and aimed at the top of the door. The big bullet took a piece out of the plank and sent it sailing inside, a vicious weapon if it found flesh inside. Instantly the shaking of the door ceased and so did the riot of voices. I struck a sulphur match and dropped it on the tiny trail of kerosene and watched it progress like a ghost down the hill, into the yard and up to the bunkhouse, where it divided and spread around both sides of the tinder dry building. The flames devoured the grass quickly but it would take a few minutes to catch the old building on fire, I hoped. And by then, I wanted to be on my horse heading home. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and turned back to the main house. They had been able to put out the fire apparently and now three men appeared, one with a hand gun that would be totally ineffectual but a bigger, older man with a rifle. I'm sure they spotted the lingering smoke from the kerosene wick and looked up to where I was. The old man shook a fist in my direction and yelled, "You coward! Come down here and fight like a man." I stood up, Sharps in hand, and shouted back, "If you want a piece of the Running-T, you have to come through me. Only cowards fight women and children." He brought the rifle up and tried to center on me. At the same time, I brought the Sharps up, steadied it, and squeezed off the trigger ... just after I spotted a puff of smoke from the rifle. But he missed. I didn't. I had the satisfaction of seeing the rifle fly up, heard a 'ping' sound, and watched him jumping around shaking his hand which had been stung sharply when the heavy bullet contacted the metal of the rifle. Bet he couldn't fire that one again. I picked up my can and the Winchester, which I thankfully hadn't had to use yet, and sauntered toward my horse just as someone cut the rope around the bunkhouse and the men began boiling out. Some had guns but one of the guys from the ranch must have told them to put them away and form a water brigade to save the bunkhouse. I got back home by lunch time and pulled the bailer out. I was hitching up a team when the whole family came boiling out of the house and threw themselves at me. The weight of them, Lottie in one arm, Nettie in the other, and Jack holding onto my legs, almost pushed us all into a heap on the barn floor. They were laughing and crying and all talking at once so that I couldn't make sense of what they were saying. Finally they slowed down enough so I could understand that they were happy to see me back. To my surprise, both Lottie and Nettie kissed me ... on the lips ... more than once. Jack got tired and ran off to play somewhere but the women kept hugging me, pressing their bodies into mine. The kisses kept coming and I didn't tear myself away from them. I didn't want to tear myself away from them. Finally Lottie ordered me to come inside and tell them what had happened over a hot lunch. When I sat down at the table, both women brought on a whole feast of hot dishes, more than any man should eat when he has work to be done. But I tried my best to do justice to it, while both women hovered over me and devoured my every word. I gave them a short version of what happened but Lottie saw through me, I guess, and demanded to know the details about my whole trip. So I told her as much as I could remember. The end of the tale brought more hugs from both Lottie and Nettie. When I finished eating, I hurried back to the barn, hooked up a team to the bailer and headed out. It turned out that the bailer was pretty simple to operate, although it got clogged a few times and had to be cleared. However, it sure beat trying to fork that hay onto a wagon and transfer it to an unkempt pile in the barn. Lottie came to my bed that night after the family had retired and we fucked until we both were exhausted and fell asleep together. When I woke up in the morning, she was gone. She greeted me at the breakfast table as if she had not seen me since dinner the night before. She still referred to me as Mr. Dancer and of course I called her Miz Thompson. I worked at bailing hay for the next week before running out of the cut and dried stuff. Every night Lottie came to me and we made passionate love together before falling asleep. Unfailingly she was gone when I woke up and we kept up the appearances of being the boss lady and cow puncher employee. I took another patrol around the fences the next three days and didn't find any new breaks. The cattle seemed to be doing as well as could be expected. I, on the other hand, really missed my nightly sessions with Lottie. Back at the house, I began to gather the hay into the barn. Lottie insisted that it would go faster if she drove the wagon and I stacked the bales on it and it did make it go faster. Jack and Nettie wanted to help but the bales were too heavy for them either to toss about so the two of them worked as a team to stack the bales in the barn after I tossed them up to their level. I could see that, while we had a goodly amount put up, it wouldn't be enough to get us through the winter so I went back to cutting and raking some more meadows Every night except during her "time," Lottie came to my bed when the kids were asleep. We would make passionate love and go to sleep, but without fail she would be gone before I got up. I began to wonder about her capacity. I'd never heard of a woman who wanted so much sex...not that it bothered me. I figured I was the luckiest man alive, since it looked like Mr. Thompson was dead! The nights began to turn cooler and I had to make several forays to the groves of trees around the ranch, cutting downed trees and selecting certain living ones to harvest for firewood. It figured to be a long, cold winter in this part of the country. This was a task that Jack and Nettie set to with a vengeance. It gave me a number of opportunities to get to know the shy Nettie better. One evening I came in from the fields and noticed a strange horse out front. I dropped my reins and went in the back of the house and through to the front. An older man was standing at the top step talking to Lottie. I heard him say, "Ma'am, this is the best offer yore gonna get. And there ain't no way you kin make this place profitable. You can't keep no hands, your husband's gone and you and the kids can't run it by yourselves." Lottie said hotly, "We'll make do, Mr. Riker, just as long as you don't shoot us down in cold blood. I'm not accepting this offer or any other offer you come up with, Mr. Riker. Now I'd thank you to get off my property." I was bursting with pride at Lottie's gumption. I pushed the screen open and stepped out beside her just as Riker tried another bluster, "You'll be sorry, Miz Thompson. I cain't be held responsible if somethin' happens to one of yore family members." I'd heard enough. I took another step forward, my right hand close to my side, intent perfectly clear. I said, "Riker, you've been told to get off this ranch and leave us alone. Either do it or pull that gun you got on your hip ... if you're man enough." He started to bluster about not being a gunman, turning and hurrying down the steps. As he swung into his saddle, I moved to the top of the steps and grabbed the reins of his horse, saying, "Listen to me, Riker. You may not hold yourself responsible but I will. If I find one more cut fence, one more head of cattle killed by your hands, any shenanigans at all ... I'm coming after your hide. You don't have enough guns on your place to keep me from getting to you. And if any member of my family gets harmed or shot at, you'd better dig a hole and pull it in after you because I'll be coming to kill your sorry hide. Understand?" In the Shadow of the Mountain He tried to look me in the eyes but couldn't. When he jerked at the reins, I let them go and watched as he spurred his horse into a gallop. He couldn't get away fast enough. I felt Lottie put her arms around me from the right and Nettie did the same from the left. I went to the bunkhouse after dinner and spent some time mending some of the old tack that Mr. Thompson had hung from nails around the barn. It really didn't take much to mend it so it would be usable. It began to get late but while I was working, Lottie knocked and came in. She seemed to be in a pensive mood and I watched as she sat beside me. I went back to work, waiting for her to spit out what was on her mind. In a bit she put her arms around me and leaned her head on my shoulder but the silence continued. Finally she whispered, "Allan, I love you." I put down my work and pulled her into my arms. I said, "I love you, too, Lottie." We kissed and there was a long pause. Then she said, "But you know what I want cannot be, do you not?" "Why is that, Lottie?" "Well ... first, I am so much older than you, it just wouldn't be fair." "I think you ought to let me be the judge of that and I say that's not a problem." She kissed me again, a smile on her face and in her eyes. She whispered, "The most important thing is that Nettie loves you too." "Wh...what?" I stammered. Lottie giggled, "Is that so hard to believe? You're only...what, maybe four or five years older than her. You came in here, the only man near her age that she's ever known, just like a knight in shining armor. Which is what you are in her eyes." "I'm not a knight in shining armor. I'm not a hero." "Oh, yes, you are, Allan. You're a hero to all of us." "Well...that's not my fault," I mumbled. She giggled again and kissed the side of my face. "It's not a fault, Allan. But now she's fallen in love. And I just can't stand between her and what she wants." She pulled her hands away and started to undress. "So tonight will have to be the last time for us. From now on, I want you to pay attention to Nettie. I know you can give her love, Allan. Please do it for me." As she was speaking, she sat on the bed, naked, her hands running across my chest, popping the buttons open and we were soon naked, writhing together as we made passionate love once more. How could I give up this woman? She was the first woman I had ever truly loved. Oh, I know I had fucked a number of women in the past but most of them were whores and the others were just for fun. Not for love. It had started that way with Lottie but it wasn't now. Our bodies entwined and we again made slow passionate love. In the next few days, Lottie seemed to have a lot of errands for Jack to take care of. She sent him to the creek to see if he could catch a mess of fish for a meal. She put him to work whitewashing one end of the house. When he finished what he could reach, she helped him with a ladder so he could reach to the eaves and then they began to work the other sides of the building. In the meantime, Nettie came out early every morning after breakfast, bringing a pail with enough food for the two of us, and then she would work with me all day. It was a long hard job but we gradually filled every available space in the old barn, even stacking some of the bales against the south wall and covering the top with a tarp. Of course Nettie and I talked and the more we talked, the easier it was to talk. She turned out to be a very intelligent woman, like her mother, and to my surprise I learned that Miz Thompson had actually conducted classes for the kids in times past, and still spent time with Jack so he would have a good understanding of math and reading. Apparently Mr. Thompson had hauled a number of books in for his own reading pleasure and made them available to his family also; that was a pretty rare thing in that neck of the woods in those days. One evening as I was putting the finishing touches on stacking our last load of hay, stuffing it into an opening in the back I had left as a stall for the bailer, I heard a noise and turned to see Nettie standing less than 10 feet away. She was holding her dress folded neatly on her arm and stood naked as a jaybird. She was a younger, slightly smaller version of her mother. "Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked breathlessly. "No," I replied. "No?" she echoed in a little squeak. "No, Nettie. Not pretty. Beautiful. That's a much better word. You are really beautiful." "Oh!" she exclaimed as a smile broke the worried look on her face. Haltingly, she took a couple of steps toward me. "Would you make love to me?" "Are you sure you want to do this now, Nettie? We could go to the bunkhouse..." "No, I wanted to do it here ... where I can smell the hay." She put her arms around my neck and I returned the favor, hugging her to me, feeling the press of her soft mounds into my chest, smelling the sweet fragrance of her that had been slowly driving me insane the last few days. My hands had a mind of their own, roaming freely over her soft, smooth young body while her fingers where neatly unbuttoning my shirt and opening my pants. When she grabbed my cock with both hands, a loud sigh escaped her lips and she had a look of wonder on her face. Then, after she had probed and stroked and fondled me for a while, the look slowly changed to lust. My fingers found her opening to be dripping with her juices. Kicking some of the hay around into a more bed-like shape, I tossed a couple of saddle blankets from the rail over the hay and Nettie sank onto them pulling me after her. She was in a hurry, not wanting to take more time for foreplay. Still I lay above her and kissed her face and neck and shoulders and her sweet young tits before finally letting her guide me into her soft pussy. Although she already had my brain inflamed with lust, I tried to remember that, almost certainly, Nettie was inexperienced at this and needed tender loving care ... at least this time. I worked the head of my sword into her sheath, getting it lubricated. Nettie was thrusting her hips upward, anxious for me to be inside of her. I pushed forward until I met a resistance and I knew that she was certainly a virgin. Again I planted my mouth on hers and our tongues dueled feverishly in her mouth. Suddenly I plunged my hips forward, splitting her purity lock once and for all. I felt her flinch under me and hold still for a few seconds but then her mouth went back to work on mine and I felt her legs relax again. I eased my cock in and out in ever-increasing strokes until my whole cock was inside her and our pubic regions were mashed together. Nettie's hand could not be still. They rubbed my chest, then my back, then my arms and then somewhere else. She seemed to be on fire with desire and it was my pleasure to slowly bring her to the crest of that desire and send her over into the abyss of ecstasy. As it turned out, that was just the first of many times she would have that experience before we left that bed of hay. When we went in for dinner, somehow Lottie knew. She didn't say so in so many words but it was in the unusually wide, knowing smile on her face when she looked at her daughter. It was in the little touches to my arms and my shoulders as she bustled about the table, putting the food on. There was something particularly warm about the way mother and daughter hugged before they sat down to eat. I could have sworn I saw tears of joy in the eyes of both women ... but what did I know? When I retired that evening, there came a knock on my door but it wasn't Lottie. It was Nettie and she threw herself into my arms. She was bubbling over with joy and words just spilled out of her mouth in a torrent of talk too fast for me to understand. There was something about me making her feel like a woman and loving the way she felt and how much she loved me! Loved me? Nettie actually loved me? I found it hard to believe. But what did I feel for her. Was it love ... or just lust. Even while we kissed and wrestled on my narrow bunk, my mind separated itself from the activity and I went into a deep introspection, trying to make sure of my own feelings. And, yes, I decided, I could safely say ... make that emphatically say ... that I loved Nettie. But I also loved Lottie! How could any man reconcile loving both a mother and her daughter? I didn't know but ... it was true. No doubt about it. And I loved Jack too but like a little brother. But my love for both of the women was ... it was not the love for a family member, but the love of a lover, a partner. I was confused. How could I live with this kind of conflict? Nevertheless, that conflict didn't impede my actions as I made love to Nettie. She was wild under me, for a while, until she found out that she could be in control by being on top, riding me like a horse. She had seen farm animals do it doggy style and loved it when I mounted her from behind. We went at it on our sides facing each other and later spooned together. Finally completely exhausted, we fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning, Nettie was still curled up in the confines of my form. At my first stirring, she awoke and asked if I would give her a "good morning" fuck before we got up. It was a quickie but she dressed with fresh cum oozing from her sweet pussy, a smile on her lips and some great memories in my mind. Lottie was already preparing breakfast when we walked in and again she displayed that knowing look. She immediately pulled Nettie into a fierce hug and kissed her first-born all over her angelic face. For the next few nights, Nettie came to my bed in the bunkhouse and we fucked like rabbits until we fell asleep from mutual exhaustion. She would spend the night in my bed and awake the first time I moved in the morning and she always requested a "good morning" fuck. It wasn't difficult for me to accommodate her ... it made me hard just to look at her sweet face, let alone to see her wonderful titties or her lush pussy or to feel her round ass. Then she told me that it was "her time" so we couldn't fuck for a few days. It was lonely but I got by, keeping myself busy during the day while the weather gradually moved toward autumn and the inevitable winter. At night Nettie would pull my pants down and suck my cock until I shot a load into her mouth. I contented myself with that and hugging my sweet Nettie to myself and kissing her until we slept. Jack had done a good job of whitewashing the house and I gave him a special reward from my bag of penny candy, sharing also with Lottie and Nettie. I asked him if he'd mind doing the same thing on the bunkhouse and maybe the barn and he said he didn't mind. I think he was feeling important to have a real assignment around the ranch. Although I had taken rides out to the range several times since the visit from Riker, there were no new breaks in the fence and the cattle were fattening up nicely on the late summer grass. We had quite a few cows that would be calving in the spring and with any luck, we'd have a decent number ready to drive to market next summer. Meanwhile Lottie and Nettie were harvesting the last of the produce from the garden and canning it for winter consumption. Jack and I pitched in when they went out beyond the barn to a small grove of fruit trees to harvest apples and peaches. Before the first snowfall that winter, I asked Lottie if I could ask her daughter to marry me. She smiled, hugged me and said that I had her blessing. The following night when I asked Nettie if she would be my bride, she jumped into my arms with glee and stuck her tongue down my throat before she said yes. We were fortunate that a circuit judge stopped by on his way to town and agreed to marry us on the spot. I told Nettie I would buy her a gold band from the general store just as soon as I could but she said that it wasn't really necessary. Although we had been having some great sex for weeks before we got married, that night we never even closed our eyes to sleep. That was the greatest night of fucking I've ever had. We hadn't been married more'n two weeks when Nettie told me that her momma was lonely. I asked her what we could do about it and she said that we couldn't do anything ... but I could. She said that her momma needed a man, just like she needed one herself.. And since there wasn't one within miles worth having, she thought it was only right if she shared me with her momma. I agreed to do whatever she wanted me to and she said that she thought that if I would fuck her momma two or three times a week, she'd be really happy. Five months later the women ganged up on me one night after Jack had gone to bed. Nettie was laying by my side just petting me when Lottie slipped in on the other side, surprising me but apparently not Nettie. "My husband," Nettie began, "I wanted to tell you that you're going to be a father." "Oh, yeah?" I kissed her square on the mouth. "Sweetie, that is so nice to hear." "Allan?" Lottie called softly from the other side. "There will be two babies." "Oh?" I queried, "Twins?" "No," they said in unison. I looked at Netttie, then Lottie, then back at Nettie in puzzlement. Nettie almost whispered, "Two mothers." Oh my, gosh! They were both pregnant. What had I done? Had I started a family feud? But no! They both were happy as could be. That night for the first time in my life, I was fondled and kissed, and squeezed, and fucked by two women in the same bed at the same time. It could hardly have been better. Seven months later, after sending the first of our cattle to market with a drover from Kansas, both women delivered my new babies. Nettie had a little girl we called Alana. Lottie had a son we called Alvin. They weren't the last of our offspring either. It turns out that we were destined to have a large family. Lottie and I had six children while Nettie and I had eight. Our little ranch prospered and grew and over time we added several plots that extended our acreage until we had a pretty nice spread, one that I was proud to be part of. Although Jack went back east to get an education and met a girl he married there, Nettie, Lottie and I lived in the big house together with our children, as if we were one big family. Of course we also had to add onto the original house several time to have enough bedrooms for the kids but it all worked out. As we grew, we hired hands to help with the ranch work and keep things going. Our oldest three daughters have filled out just like their mothers and I'm growing concerned about having to fight those cowboys off from them. Wouldn't surprise me none to come home one of these days and find out that one or all of them have been playing hide the sausage under the blankets and wound up with a bun in the oven. Well, I guess I can't be one to preach at 'em too loud, now, can I?