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Denise Moves Back to the Farm Ch. 01

By: Momstheboss



There's nothing like being on a farm in the springtime. Things are beginning to turn green again and farmers are preparing the fields for planning.

I had left my husband and two boys, 11 and 10, back in Chicago. I was going to spend three weeks on my father's farm in Illinois hill country helping my father until his old woman cook returned from her father's funeral. He had been hundred and one.

As my husband is a drunk and can't hold a job, I was hoping this visit would make up my mind as to whether to move back to the farm permanently or stay in Chicago.

My name is Denise and I am a 32-year-old black woman. My mother passed away seven years ago, leaving my father devastated. Life had become difficult for him after mom died and he always looked forward to my visits. I had grown up on the farm and loved coming back, if only for a couple of weeks at a time.

This day was sunny and bright with temperatures in the high sixties; just cool enough for a light sweater. Finishing my kitchen chores, I was walking down the two-rut vehicle and tractor path that led towards the back of the farm. I was hoping to see a deer or two. 

There were numerous buildings along the path and I was approaching one of the small houses that immigrant workers lived in during the harvest. As I approached I heard noises that I could finally distinguish as I moved closer.

"Give it to me, damn you!" Whheee! Ohhhh!" I heard a female voice exclaiming. "Deeper! (Woofing like a woman having a baby) God damn it's good! Fuck me with that big black cock!"

Edging closer to the building and peeping through a window, I recognized a white woman as the wife of the farmer adjacent to dad's farm. By road, a fair distance, but cutting through the back of the farm it was no more than a 15-minute walk.

I recognized the man as my father, who had the white woman on her knees on one of the cots, pounding her ass for all he was worth.

How in the hell could something like this happen, I pondered. Did he know what kind of trouble he could cause should they be caught? 2012 was a new era in interracial sexual matters, but that did not nullify the fact that the woman was married. You could get yourself shot on that count alone.

They apparently had not been at each other for very long, cause soon my father pulled out of her, maneuvered her to her back and dropped down on his knees to eat her pussy. She had her knees pulled back to her chest, spread wide, with her head lifted, watching dad eat her.

I was in a quandary as to what to do; sneak away leaving them to do whatever, storm in on them and ask my father what the hell he thought he was doing, but in the end my hand went down the front of my jeans.

You see I was quite fascinated by it all! My father was a tall, handsome man of 50 years and I had always had a crush on him, having stayed on the, somewhat isolated, farm until I was 23. At 19, it could even be said that I had led dad on a little bit. He had kissed the on the lips and fondled my breasts and backside. But mom had been observant and wise and knew something was amiss. She threatened to be the truth out of me. She told me I was a naïve girl child, to stop wagging my ass about and threatened to shoot dad if he ever put his hands on me again. 

Then and now, I understood how important sex was to a man, hell, even a woman.

How my father had managed to snag a white woman was anybody's guess, but she was a fair looking woman and dad was treating her right. She appeared only slightly younger than dad. 

"You like that white pussy?" I heard her ask. "I can never get that dumb ass husband of mine to eat my pussy. But, you don't mind eating it do you? You scratch my itch and I'll let you stick that big black cock in me anytime you want."

Her banter, and her moaning, was having an effect on me. My forefinger and middle finger was scrubbing at my clit, which was difficult with the tightness of my jeans.

"YES! YES! RIGHT THERE!" She bellowed as she came. "Aahhhhhh! FUCKKKKKK!"

As her orgasm abated, dad was on her in an instant, setting her legs on his shoulders, gripping his cock and pushing into her, making her yelp. 

I could now see for the first time the length and breadth of dad's cock. Looking closely, I could see the veins popping out along the lengthy shaft. Dad was a dark, black man as was his cock except for the domed head, which was a light cream color. I could tell this because he repeatedly pulled completely out of her only to insert his cock back into her well lubricated hold.

I could not contain myself any longer and dropped my head against the wooden shack as the orgasm gripped me.

"Give it to me! Don't you dare pull it out!" I heard her exclaim.

I heard my father moan loudly as he emptied his load into her.

I gather my wits and backed away in the building. When I put sufficient room between us, I turned and took off like a banshee down the trail towards the house. I was exhausted but safe from detection inside the kitchen looking out toward the building.

The white woman came out first throwing a kiss back into the building before walking briskly towards the back of the woods. About five minutes later dad came out and walked towards the house.

"Hey, Denise!" He said, coming up behind me and kissing me on the cheek, causing me to tighten my shoulders. "Something wrong, sugar? You don't like your dad kissing you no more?"

"Of course not, dad!" I replied, ignoring the double negative. "Your breath is a little stale. Smells a little fishy. Maybe you should brush your teeth."

At dinner, I sat across the table from dad, studying him. He ate like he was half starved.

"I haven't been here for a while." I broke the silence. "Do you still have Clara coming around trying to get you to tie the knot?"

"Nope. She wouldn't give me no poon-tang so I had to cut her loose." He answered. So, have you made a decision to go get your kids and bring them back here?"

"Not yet, dad." I answered. "I bet if you put a ring on Clara's finger she give you all the poon-tang you can handle." I added with a smile.

"She's too old for me, girl!" Dad chirped. "I need a woman who can keep up with me!"

I sat there eating, watching dad shoveling the food in.

"What you need is a woman who can help you on the farm." I suggested.

"I would like very much to be that woman! But if I move back on the farm I won't be getting any poon-tang either. And, I take after you dad! I need my poon-tang!"

"You got your mouth and your attitude from your mother!" He retorted. "100 years ago, when your mother died, you might have been expected to take her place."

"Now, you know damn well your blowing smoke through your ass!" I snapped back. "You tried that shit before and mama almost put a hole in your ass!"

"Well, Rachel is not around anymore and I don't think you can shoot all that well!" He replied with humor in his tone. "If you remember, back yonder I wasn't completely at fault."

"You want to bet your ass on it!" I said, shooting him a look that would kill but wondered if I had not jumped out of the skillet into the fire. He was fresh from wetting his cock in a white woman and feeling his oats.

The old man had a large beautiful home with every updated feature a person could want. He had built it for my mother but she had not lived long enough to really enjoy it. The bathroom was huge and I spent a long time in the shower after supper enjoying the steaming water.

I stepped out of the shower, toweling myself off. I studied myself in the mirror.

5'10" tall and 176 pounds made me a big girl. My belly was relatively flat but my hips were wide. My color was more of a cocoa, more like my mother's, and smooth as silk. I considered my legs my best asset and my bubble butt an eye catcher. I left my mound untouched and it was quite bushy. My breasts were ample and my nipples large.

I was still ashamed that I gave my lovely body and my virginity to the first guy who offered to get me to a big city. It had all been a mistake and I was terribly unhappy and, at the moment, missing my boys.

Two nights later, I was taking my usual shower when I heard the door open and dad told me he had to pee.

"Can't you wait a few more minutes or go out the back door?" I questioned, in an annoyed tone.

"No! I'll just be a second!"

I was facing the faucets but I've felt that sixth sense telling me I was being watched. I looked back to see dad standing behind me holding the curtain open.

"You remind me of your mother." He said.

In the blur of the moment, my left arm went across my breasts, and my right hand covered my mound, needlessly, as he would not have seen my pussy or my breasts. But not having more hands, my ass was there for the viewing.

"DAMMIT, DAD!" I shouted "CLOSE THAT CURTAIN AND GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!"

"Okay! Okay." He replied, moving quickly. "I couldn't help myself. You are a hellva of a pretty woman."

I gave him the cold shoulder and the silent treatment for the rest of the evening though he tried to make conversation in a way of an apology, I suppose.

Inwardly, I was smiling, wondering what the old man was thinking after having seen me naked.

I'd been on the farm 2 weeks. I was in my room after my morning shower, standing in front of my mirror with just white panties on. Always vein, I was appraising my body, its attributes and flaws, but, as always, mostly finding it to my liking. I was looking forward to bed later on as I planned on masturbating.

"You haven't changed a bit!" I heard my father say. "Your mother was always shaking her head at you for studying yourself in every mirror you passed. But, you got every right to! You've always had a great body and those long smooth legs of yours are enough to give a man a stroke."

I had not heard the door open, which meant I had left it partially open and was beating myself up for doing so.

I turned around covering my breast with my crossed arms. He was standing there stark naked with the beginning of an erection.

He was closing on me and I could have shouted and hollered and ordered him out but instead;

"I thought you would be out in one of those shacks fucking your white bitch!" I spat at him.

If I was hoping to shock him, it didn't work and he never missed a beat;

"If you know about her, then you know what I've got to offer." He replied. "And do I hear a tone of jealousy? Now, drop them arms and let me look at those pretty tits."

I didn't drop my arms but that did not stop him. I resisted but he pulled my arms away and I eventually dropped them to my sides. I got a slight whiff of alcohol. It was unusual that dad would drink this early in the morning.

"I'm not that naïve little girl of 19 anymore." I informed him. "I've learned a bit you know! I don't need what you have to offer! Don't touch me!"

Dad did not listen and he cupped each of my breasts in his hands and thumbed my nipples. Try as I might, I could not keep them from becoming hard and erect.

He leaned down, taking one in his mouth and suckling on it softly, sending tremors through my body. Still;

"I want you to leave! " I protested. "I need to fix your breakfast and I have chores that need doing. That white bitch can take care of anything else you need."

"You think I haven't seen that rubber cock you keep in the drawer by the bed." He informed me, releasing my nipple. "You know as well as anyone that I can't keep messing around with that bitch. I need you to come back home and take care of me."

"You're insane! I can't do that!" I protested. "I won't do that!"

"We can talk more about that later," he replied. "But right now you're going to give me what I want!"

He was maneuvering me backwards towards the bed and I was fighting, ineffectually, not to be guided to my undoing.

I knew what he had to offer and I needed it badly, just not from him, my father.

A lot can flash through your head in moments like this. As strong as I was, I was no match for his strength. I knew he was going to get me to the bed.

I wondered why he had never forced himself on me before. Now, I knew, in an instant! We had never been alone together in the house before. My mother never left me alone with him! Maybe mom before passing had warned the old cook? Had the old cook or my kids been here, I would not be in this predicament. I pondered why he had not acted before now.

"You're drunk and....................." my words were cut short as the back of my knees came in contact with the bed and buckled, dropping me firmly onto the bed with dad on top of me.

"I'm far from drunk, sugar!" He assured me. "Now, why don't you just stop resisting and let's have a good time!"

I was jerking my head this way and that preventing him from kissing me. He gave up and returned to my nipples as I tried desperately to push him off of me. I thought of grabbing or kneeing his nuts but was afraid that that would get me smacked or worse!

He reached to grab my legs behind my knees and shoved my legs back against my chest. He pushed his face into my panty-protected crotch, his nose pushing into the crack of my pussy. I managed to push and kick myself onto my belly. He began to attack my ass with his nose, lips and tongue.

"Let me up dammit!" I bellowed. "If you expect to fuck me, you're going to have to hurt me! Is that what you want?"

"You're going to have to give me something!" He demanded. "Let me eat your pussy and I'll leave you alone."

"You expect me to fall for that shit!" I retorted.

"Let me taste your juices!" He continued. "I'll go to my room and jerk off!"

I kept trying to get up and he kept pushing me back down. I was tiring quickly.

"I'm not taking off my panties!" I exclaimed. "You do it that way or nothing!"

"All right! All right!" He replied. "Just stop your damn fighting!"

I let my body relax and allowed him to position me long ways on the bed. With no footboard, he maneuvered himself to lie between my legs, his feet hanging off the bed.

He began to nose my pussy again as I lay staring at the ceiling doing my best not to get aroused. But, it was no use! My pussy was in desperate need of attention and I began to focus on the pleasure my father's nose was creating.

"Pull your crotch to one side." He directed.

"Fuck you!" I replied angrily. "I know what you're trying to do and you can forget it!"

My comments only made him chuckle. I felt his finger slide under the crotch of my panties. I became alarmed instantly!

"I'll do it!" I snapped. "Dammit! I said, I'd do it!"

Dad withdrew his hand and I pulled the crotch of my panties aside with my right hand.

I felt his warm tongue slide up the inside of my pussy lips, gliding over my clit, causing me to jump, my open mouth gulping for air. I knew there was no way I was going to retain a passive attitude. As he centered the tip of his tongue on my clit, I melted.

He placed his hands under my ass and I reluctantly lifted my feet to place on his shoulders. I lost myself in the pleasure for long minutes.

"No! Get your hand away!" I demanded. "Now! Don't even think about sticking your finger in me! You son-of-a-bitch!"

His attempt to finger me snapped back to reality and it took a number of minutes before I could make my mind surrendered to the pleasure again.

I was not anticipating further intrusion as he lifted my ass and shoved his tongue into my hole. I was too far-gone to resist to the point where my ass began to push against his tongue. I desired it to go deeper and tried to put it there!

The incestuous, eroticism of it all was having its affect and had he tried to fuck me right then I could not have prevented it.

"AAAAhhhhhhhh! Push it deep!" I cried. "Deeper!"

I did not get enough of his tongue fucking before he moved back to my clit. I don't think that I could ever get enough of that kind of stimulation! But, I was too far-gone to care one way or the other. His tongue was back lapping on my clit and it was intense.

My clit was on fire! My pussy was on fire! My whole body felt like it was going to explode! But it didn't!

In an instant, dad was between my legs. I just as quickly released the crotch of my panties and his cock was abruptly blocked from penetrating me. The head of this cock only pushed the wet cloth between my pussy lips.

I was huffing and puffing and my mind was trying to focus. I had been denied and now dad was trying to have his way with me........ To penetrate me.......... To fuck me!

"You son-of-a-bitch!!" I bellowed like a wild animal, fighting like one to get him off of me. "You let me get so fuckin' close and then leave me!!"

I felt his hand wedge between us as he gripped his cock pushing and stroking it over my cloth protected pussy. My mind shifted between madness and desire. I wanted to rip dad's throat out but I also wanted to keep the sensuous feeling between my legs that the head of his cock was providing.

Again, I released my anger and concentrated on the pleasure of his cock stroking and poking, but knowing my pussy was protected.

I was so close to orgasm but it just wouldn't come. I knew my pussy needed more direct contact but I just couldn't bring myself to allow it.

"Harder, dad!" I directed. "Right there! No! Go back!"

I could not take it anymore! I wedged my right hand between us, pulling the crotch of my panties to one side. I didn't care about anything except reaching climax. Dad was going to win!

Dad did not penetrate me but continued to stroke the domed head of this cock over and through my pussy lips, flicking my clit, causing my ass to jump every time he touched it.

Dad was tormenting me with feather-light strokes of his cock.

To my fury, it finally dawned on me what he wanted! He wanted me to consummate our union and I fought him with every fiber of my body, while still trying to achieve orgasm.

Finally, I did not care anymore! As the head of this cock past over my hole I shoved my ass and half of his shaft penetrated my pussy. With another quick shove of my ass, I felt his balls tap my ass.

We began to fuck passionately!

"(Huffing and puffing) DO IT! FUCK ME!" I demanded. "You got what you wanted! Now fuck me. HARDER DAMN YOU!!"

His cock felt so good in my neglected fuck hole. I felt relieved that I had kept my birth control pills up to date. I had hoped to find someone near the farm to fuck me; a f\arm hand, anyone would do. I surely did not expect to end up on my back, spread eagle, with my father's cock in me, but here I was and it was good.

"YESSSSSSS! YESSSSSSSS!" I shouted triumphantly as the orgasm gripped me. "FFUUCCCCKKK YESSSSSSS!"

The orgasm melted away but I continued fucking just as aggressively, my ass meeting my father's thrust with determination to send his cock into me as deep as possible.

Dad was a wise lover he did not lose himself in lustful determination to fill me. He continued to fuck me until I was once again climbing the ladder to orgasm.

"(Huffing and puffing) Don't stop." I begged in a labored whisper, my hands gripping my father's ass, my heels beating rhythm against his buttocks. "I'm close. I'm soooo closeeeeee!"

He was above the now, straight armed, and pounding my ass into the bed. I spread my legs and pulled them as wide and high as I could. He had full access to my incestuous pussy. His huffing and puffing and moaning now mixed with mine.

"You like my pussy?" I asked breathlessly. "Is it tight?"

"Yes, baby!" He replied, just his labored. "You fuck like your mama!"

"Hammer it." I directed. "Show me you like my pussy as much as mama's.

My father put a fucking on me. He wore my ass out for many minutes before I reached the top rung on that latter and toppled over in climax. He followed close behind me groaning like a wounded animal as he flooded my pussy.

I lay in his embrace, his exhausted breathing in my ear, my body being cooled by the heavy perspiration as it sleep evaporated.


Denise Moves Back to the Farm Ch. 01



I stared at the ceiling agonizing over my weakness, amazed at my father's stamina and the firmness of his cock.

"You're good, sugar." He said, as he pushed himself up off of me. "Real good. You get cleaned up and dressed and I'll go start breakfast."

During the remaining week that I was there, he pursued me passionately whenever there was time; morning, afternoon or night. I resisted good-naturedly, allowing him a sense of conquest. I'd seen mama do it lots of times. In return, he fucked me real good! 

On the bus ride back to Chicago I pondered my choices.

I could stay in Chicago, working and losing all control and decision-making concerning my two boys and fight with my drunken, jobless husband. Leaving him amounted to the same thing, except no regular cock. Strange cock was not my cup of tea.

Or, I could bring them and myself back to the farm. The more modern times and good schools would create a good life to raise the boys.

And, cock, be it my father's, would be regular.



Denise Moves Back to the Farm Ch. 02



I'm drinking coffee at the kitchen table of my farmhouse looking out the back door at the tall corn. It is going to be a bumper crop. It's going to be a beautiful warm day.

I call it "my" farmhouse because when you're fucking your dad and you're the only woman in the home, I suppose, that gives you the right to consider it yours.

Ten years earlier I had made the decision to leave Chicago with my two boys, 10 and 9 at the time, and move back to my daddy's farm. That decision included continuing the incestuous relationship dad and I had started.

It was very tedious to conceal our relationship from the boys. In the beginning, dad and I rearranged the house a bit, putting my bedroom downstairs on the opposite side of the house from the boy's room, which was upstairs. This arrangement allowed dad to visit me at night without much concern of being caught our heard.

The old cook, who had been on the farm for what seemed like forever, lived in a small house about 100 yards from the big house.

She had not been so easily fooled, but we had had a long talk in the kitchen one day and I got her to agree and somewhat understand that my decision was made for the boys and not myself. Still, she became somewhat distant to my father.

Within the first year of my return, we retired her to her little house. The boys delivered her food and did whatever was necessary to make her life comfortable. They would sit and talk to her for hours, gaining the knowledge of the old days and ways.

A year later she was gone and we suggested that the boys take possession of her house. Still in their youth, they jumped on the chance, making them feel more self-sufficient and free to come and go as they wished.

My bedroom was returned upstairs, using the excuse that it was much closer to the full-bathroom.

I became so accustomed to the incestuous relationship that I would often visit dad, rather than wait for him to come to me. When it came to sex I was high maintenance and dad, with all of the work it took keeping things in order on the farm, would sometimes make humorous remarks about me draining his energy.

"It's what you wanted! What you made me do! Now, you can damn well take care of me like you do the rest of the things on this farm." Is just an example of some of the things I would say in reply to his remarks.

So, here I sit drinking coffee 10 years later. My dad is three days buried next to my mother and the old cook, within a fenced in area where dad's mom and dad are buried. It is where I will likely be buried.

My two grown sons are out in the fields. Having learned the art of farming from their granddad, they were doing a fine job. Their only need now is to find a girlfriend and eventually a wife, but they are scarce in the hill country of Illinois.

A few days later;

My boys, 20 and 19, love to eat and I love to watch them eat.

They always thank me for my cooking and spend time with me watching TV before retiring to their beds.

The 20-year-old, Durbin, is it his granddad's bedroom now, while the 19-year-old, Devin, remains in the old cook's house.

It was near 11 o'clock before we shut the TV off and went our separate ways.

I had not had my shower yet and as always I was enjoying standing under the steaming water.

"I've got to pee, mom!" Durbin said, entering the bathroom.

"Boy, you sure do take after your granddad." I exclaimed. "A woman can't get any privacy in this house."

That old sixth sense spoke to me again but I was still taken aback when I glanced around and saw my son holding the curtain open studying my rear in.

"What in damn hell are you doing?" I shouted. "Have you lost your damn mind looking at me all naked. Close that curtain and carry your ass out of here."

He shut the curtain quickly enough but I saw his shadow sit down on the toilet seat.

"Ma, I need to tell you something." He began. "Granddad told me I should take care of you.......... sexually."

"Say what! "I exclaimed. "That son-of-a-bitch! What did he tell you about me and him? And, when did he tell you?" I questioned, standing perfectly still, in shock, underneath the water.

"About a week before he passed." Durbin replied nervously. "He said you are..... I mean........ were....... like a wife to him. You had separate bedrooms but lots of times ya'd.............get together. He said you were needy in that way."

"And he asked you to take his place!" I retorted. "Well, you can forget about that because it's not happening."

"He also said that you would be very upset." He replied. "But I'm supposed to remember that you need sex and don't be put off.... no matter what."

I had stood under the water so long that is beginning to become chilled. I cut it off and stood there thinking.

"Have you ever been with a girl?" I queried, already knowing the answer. "How are you supposed to make one happy when the first naked one you'd seen is me?"

"I've looked at girls in magazines and read on the subject." He offered. "And granddad said you would help me."

"Get your ass in bed!" I demanded. "Right now!"

I heard the door shut, pulled the curtain back and stepped out. I was pissed off royally, thinking that my dad would put such a notion into Durbin's head. I hated dad even more for putting the notion in my head. Damn him! He had no right to hand me down like I was written into his will.

Toweling myself off, I studied myself in the mirror as usual. At 42, I was still a fine looking woman, but what good was it doing me on the farm.

I lay in my bed staring at the full moon. I was still mad as hell and wondering how I was going to diffuse the situation. There was no way in hell I was going to allow my son between my legs no matter how much I needed the attention.

Sleeping naked, as I had become accustomed to, my right hand slipped easily to my mound. I began to finger my pussy and was soon quite aroused.

My hand froze when I heard by door open.

In the soft light of the moon, I watched Durbin as he tiptoed to my bed. I let him get right to the edge.

"Durbin, what the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked, in a calm tone.

"Granddad told me how to go about..... seducing....... you." He told me if I managed to get in bed with you, you would melt like butter."

"Did he now!" I retorted. "Well, I'm sure he would applaud your effort. Now carry your ass back to bed!"

Durbin quickly lifted the bedding jumped under and on top of me. I averted his attempt to kiss me but I was not expecting his instant fondling of my breasts. He was naked also.

"For Christ's sake, Durbin." I exclaimed strongly. "Your granddad is in hell right now for putting such nonsense in your head! Get off of me! Now! Dammit!"

"Your naked!" He said, stating the obvious. He stopped his sloppy attack.

"I've always slept naked." I replied, again in a calm tone. "What! Granddad didn't tell you that too!"

There were long moments of silence as he lay on top of me. I could feel his erection on my right thigh.

I quickly reached a decision. There was no way I was going to let him fuck me. Maybe, it was my state of arousal that fogged my judgment, but I figured there might be a way to make the situation work. I was certain the situation was not going to go away. My dad had brainwashed by son, which would not have been hard to do to a horny 20-year-old male, but Durbin was still innocent enough to mold.

"If I'm going to let you do as granddad asked," I began. "You listen to the directions and then you do. Understood? Kissed me on my lips and then around my face and neck. Slowly and softly."

Durbin began the task much to my liking and I let him continue for long, long minutes.

"Now," I continued. "Kiss your way very slowly down my front, my shoulders first, then my arms. Let your hands cup my breasts. Squeeze them softly while your kissing on me. When you get there, and take your time getting there, take one of my nipples into your mouth and suckle like a baby."

I did not wish to stifle my soft moans as he did as directed.

When his mouth finally took my nipple, my right hand lightly gripped his rigid cock. I appraised it being a good, ample cock.

"The other one." I directed him to the other nipple. "Let your right hand slide down the middle of my belly until you feel hair. That's it. Now, let your middle finger slide down between my legs. Very gently, I want you to explore my pussy."

Switching hands on his cock, I maneuvered him to my right and spread my legs more to give him full access. I was very much aware of his soft groans as I toyed with his cock.

"Does that feel good?" I whispered.

"Yes!" He replied.

"Do you like my pussy?" I queried.

"Oh yes!" He moaned.

"You got a nice cock." I said. "That's good, sugar! You're finding your way around real good!"

It had been some time since I had had my dad's hands on me. I missed a man's hand on me. Now, I was able to teach one to take their time and give me exactly what I wanted, which was like the song; a slow hand.

"You're wet down there." Durbin observed.

"That means that the woman is turned on by what you're doing to her. The lubrication is good for intercourse." I replied. "I will not allow you to have intercourse with me but if you're determined to do is granddaddy asked, there's still a bit of satisfaction to be had by both of us."

"This is not intercourse?" He queried.

"No. What we will be doing is considered heavy necking or petting. Your cock in me would be intercourse."

I guided his finger a bit more, finally focusing it on my clit.

My lustful moaning and my excited yanking of his cock caused him to ejaculate all over my thigh, arm and hand. It broke the mood but for a few moments.

"I bet you've done that before?" I queried. "But not with someone else's hand on it?"

"Yes mama. No mama." He sighed. "It's never been that good."

"Now, let's concentrate on mama's itch."

I directed his finger and how to manipulate my clit in a number of ways until all I could do was moan and groan. I wondered later if it was disturbing or joyful for young man to listen to, for the first time, a woman rising to and having an orgasm. Mine was most always strong and appeared violent the way my body bolted and shook.

"DON'T STOP! RIGHT THERE! YES! YES! YESssssssssssss!"

The release of my orgasm brought me back to reality. It was the reality of a darkened bedroom not the stark, unforgiving reality of the light of day.

My rise to orgasm had created a fresh and strong erection on my son. I felt it on my thigh and I reached with my left hand to grasp it again. I began to stroke it.

"You've seen the farm animals mating." I directed. "Hump my thigh just like you've seen them humping."

I suppose, it came quite natural. He needed no more direction and he was soon groaning as he shot his semen onto me once more.

I lay holding him for long moments before telling him to clean up and go back to his room. I listened until I heard his door shut and then I to went to the bathroom to clean up.

I spent the rest of the restless night tormented again by the guilt of the old, and now the new, incestuous relationship.

The months wore on and Durbin and I spent two or three nights of the week together. I developed different tells, keeping his brother in the dark, to let him know he was welcome to visit me. 

I taught him how to eat my pussy and the many positions to do it. I had resisted strongly when my father wanted me to suck his cock. I protested on the grounds that no respectable woman would do such a thing. Durbin did not ask for it but I threw my respect out the window the night I sucked his cock for the first time. As I was not allowing him to fuck me, I thought it only fair.

It was dead of winter now and with less work to do on the farm the boys and I stayed up later watching TV. More likely than not Durbin and I spent every late night in sexual play. Of late, at his suggestion, he must've been reading, I allowed him to place his cock in the crack of my ass and hump me while he or I fingered my clit. 

He had tried to slip his finger into me occasionally, but stern resistance and a few days of cold shoulder promptly stopped his attempts. I suppose, it was my fault as I had taught him how to tongue fuck me.

I had told the boys during dinner I was feeling a little tired and thought we could make it an early evening. Catching Devin looking a way, I lifted my eyebrows up looking at Durbin with a slight smile on my face. I was feeling especially horny.

After cleaning up the dinner dishes, I kissed each one of them, for show, as I headed upstairs to take a shower. I was certain Durbin would find a way to send Devin to his little house.

I'd been lying there waiting for what seemed like a long time. I must've dozed off.

When I drifted back to consciousness, I was unfocused but aware that I was completely uncovered, my knees high and wide, a head between my legs and a tongue on my pussy.

I rolled my head to the right to see a head, feeling my nipple being sucked.

'OH HELL!!' My mind screamed. "WHAT HAS HE DONE!!"

I sensed the uneasiness of the suckling on my nipple and figured it must be Devin. It could only be Durbin between my legs. I lay there trying to figure out what to do, how to handle an impossible situation.

My older son had betrayed me in a similar fashion that his grandfather had betrayed me. I could almost rationalize Durbin's thought processes. He had a woman and his brother did not. It made sense to share.

Durbin was undoubtedly figuring if he had me aroused I would be less likely to resist.

If he was that smart, it was working.

"Have you two lost all sense of reality?" I queried, in a very controlled, calm tone. "I can't believe you've brought your brother into this."

I resisted the strong urge to use the word "betrayed", though that's how I felt. I was already searching for a method of payback.

I lay passive letting the two of them have their way with me, but the longing and warmth in my crotch was having its affect.

Devin was now fondling my other breast while his hand rested on my lavishly, bushed mound. Durbin had slid his hands under my ass and I knew a tongue fucking was imminent.

"I suppose I should feel fortunate to have the attention of two young studs."

Then, moments later.

"Mama is a lucky lady to have two handsome, strong young men to take care of her." I whispered in a lustful tone. "You like your mother's tits?"

I heard Devin moan affirmatively.

"Your brother has his tongue stuck in mama's pussy." I whispered lustfully. "I'm going to have to teach you how to do that."

Durbin, lifting my ass, had indeed put his tongue in me as I groped for the only cock within reach. Devin maneuvered to his knees, sensing what I was looking for. With the head of this cock pointed towards my arm, I began to squeeze and pull on it. His suction on my nipple increased.

I had recently returned to my birth control pills, knowing it was only time before I allowed Durbin's cock in me. It was inevitable.

I now had payback in my hand, literally.

"Durbin come up here and lets show your brother how I suck your cock." I directed.

Durbin was quick to displace Devin. I maneuvered Durbin's legs to straddle me and I took his cock into my mouth.

I picked up Devin with my peripheral vision and directing with my hands I motioned him down. As I lost sight of him, I kept my legs lifted and spread wide, giving him incentive in the darkness.. I continued pantomiming with my hands hoping that nature would take its course. It did!

"OOMMmmmmmmmmmmmm!" I moaned as Devin's cock pushed into me. The vibration on Durbin's cock alerted him to glance behind him.

I felt Devin's cock pumping into me with a quick, stabbing rhythm.

"Dammit, mom!" Durbin exclaimed. "The first time was supposed to be mine!"

I had given Durbin his payback by allowing his brother to be the first to fuck me.

Devin, without the refinement I would teach him, was like a bunny rabbit and he ejaculated into me quickly. His moans were intoxicating. He moved away from me. My legs straightened and I saw him come into view again.

I spit Durbin's cock out and pushed on his belly to maneuver him down. I lifted my legs again, fumbled with his cock, putting it to my hole. With disgruntled desire he slammed it home, making me yelp.

"Don't be upset, sugar!" I chirped. "Mama's sloppy seconds is better than anything else you'll ever get!"

I could see Devin standing by the bed stroking his cock as his brother gave me a frenzied fuck. In this instance, he too ejaculated quickly. He rolled to my left huffing and puffing.

"Come here, sugar. "I whispered, my hand outstretched taking Devin's hand.

"Your mama hasn't got hers yet. Your brother is not up to it right at the moment. Durbin, go cut on the over head light."

Durbin did as he was asked, returning to his place on the bed. He began to fondle my breast nearest him.

Devin maneuvered between my legs again and I guided his renewed firm erection to my hole. We pushed together as he entered me.

"UMM! Now, let mama show you how it's done." I said, wanton lust in my tone. "If you want mom's pussy, you'll have to learn how to make mama happy."

I proceeded to guide him, showing him how to vary his rhythm and how to pound my ass without mercy and how to stick it deep and hold it in me. I instructed him on how to monitor my, the woman's, moans and body actions and respond appropriate. Eventually, I showed him how to ride up on me to allow his shaft to compress my clit and when it would be most welcomed.

All of this was done in the stark illumination of the overhead light. It was all very animated and descriptive with practice. I really enjoyed him hammering my pussy and let him practice for long minutes.

"Have you been paying close attention, stud." I directed the query towards Durbin. He nodded reluctantly. "Your brother Durbin already fucks me good, but you two need to learn that while you may have the privilege of my pussy, I'm still mama and don't you forget it. Cause if mama's not happy ain't nobody going to be happy! Now, Devin, let's see if you can put my instructions to use."

With a bit of ass wiggling, he finally got the gist that we were going to do some real fucking. We soon forgot that Durbin was lying next to us, pumping his cock and waiting his turn.

Morning after

I'm setting here drinking my coffee. The boys ate their breakfast like they were starved, both giving me a peck on the cheek on their way out the back door.

I tell you, I'm sore as hell! My body and my cunt! The two of them fucked my ass off last night before I sent them packing. When I finally got up, I dribbled cum from the bed to the bathroom.

I don't think I can take both of them on, on a regular basis. There will have to be a schedule worked out and rules of respect to follow. I'm their mother dammit!