8 comments/ 76911 views/ 33 favorites Land Rites By: rufriter I yawned and tried to ease my cramped legs. It was a long drive from Dublin to the tiny hamlet in the south west of Ireland. The term 'hamlet' was a bit of an overstatement really, because it was more a collection of small farms, with a community hall which doubled as a church on Sundays. We had made this annual pilgrimage for as long as I could remember, to the birthplace of myself, my Ma and Aunt Siobhan. Normally we planned the trip for the summer, but this year being a leap year, Ma had arranged it so we could be there for the Week long St. Brigid's Day Festival, starting on the first of February, which was celebrated as the first day of spring in that part of the world. The festival was always fun for the children as well as the adults, being held at a different farm each time, and this year was the turn of Grandma and Granddad. This was the first time I had attended the first day, because in all previous leap years I and all the other bleary eyed kids had been herded before dawn into the community hall, under the friendly but no nonsense supervision of Father O'Brien. "Relax, Dermot." Aunt Siobhan cut into my thoughts as she glanced across from behind the wheel at my flexing legs. "We'll soon be there. It's your own fault for growing so tall." I grinned ruefully and studied her profile. Like my Ma Sinead, she was what I liked to think of as a classic Irish colleen, with her finely drawn features and shock of flaming locks. Siobhan had been ten when I was born, and neither she nor Ma had ever spoken of my Da. In fact my entire origins were a mystery to me. The only thing I knew for sure was that I had come into the world when Ma was barely a teenager, and any questions I wanted to ask were actively discouraged by the two sisters and their parents. Having me didn't seem to have had any adverse effect on Ma though, because she had never lost her love of the region or any its people. In fact there were times I thought she would sooner cut off her right arm than miss her annual chance to catch up with everyone she had known since she was a baby. I was raised more or less equally by Ma and my grandparents, until Ma was accepted into Dublin University to study commerce. She financed her studies by applying what she learned, going around car boot sales and selling what she bought over the internet. By this time Siobhan was into her teens, and began taking a keen older sisterly interest in my upbringing. This continued until she too gained a university place around the same time as Ma was graduating. Soon after graduation Ma found a job with a commercial bank, and rented a small three bedroom flat not far from the university. Her sister moved in with her, and soon afterwards I joined them. Looking back at the time I was growing up, I couldn't recall Ma or her sister ever having any men friends, or if they did they never brought them home. Even now that strikes me as strange, because they are both exceptionally striking women, so it was unlikely that they were short of offers. Of course it is more than possible that they had liaisons when they were at university, or maybe they were simply discreet. The change from country to city was a virtually seamless transition for me, because I was finishing my primary education, and after the summer holidays I started secondary school in the city. The only disconcerting thing for me at first, was the way Aunt Siobhan had a habit of going from her room to the bathroom and back in her underwear, but I soon got used to it, and never gave it a second thought. That was until I was in my late teens and I found a photo of her taken at a party in her first year at university. There was nothing deliberately indecent about the picture except that she was slumped on a couch obviously drunk. The photographer had taken advantage of a too good to resist opportunity, because her short skirt had ridden up to reveal her panties, and the faint outline of her slit was clearly visible. It wasn't anything I hadn't seen a thousand times around the house, and more clearly, but the fact that now I could take it out and study it as closely and as often as I pleased sent my blood surging. That was the moment I stopped thinking of her as a sisterly figure, and for the first time of many I sat on my bed, photo in one hand and cock in the other, jerking frantically until a thick blob of cum splattered directly on to her crotch. When she first started work my Ma had kept on with her rounds of car boot sales at weekends, taking me and Siobhan with her to look for bargains, but as her career took off she started leaving it to Siobhan and me. My Aunt dropped out of her arts course at university to concentrate on the business, cleaning and photographing her purchases for Ma to post online. I looked forward to our weekend outings, because when there were just the two of us it was easy for me to fantasise that we were boyfriend and girlfriend. Ma could be very assertive and single minded, so it was no great surprise that by the time she was thirty, she had worked her way up to being deputy chief accountant, on a salary that made what she had considered a good income from internet sales - before her sister took over and expanded it - seem like petty cash. Since we no longer needed to be close to the university, Ma gave up the lease on the flat and made a down payment on a house that was more befitting of her status as a bank executive. Her only involvement in the internet business now was posting online, keeping a meticulous record of how much each item was bought and sold for, and ensuring sufficient was set aside for taxation purposes. I didn't see any real sense in worrying about taxes, after all what the taxman didn't know about he couldn't chase us for, but she was insistent, pointing out that her entire banking career depended on keeping above suspicion. Her sister and I used the shed behind the house to clean and store the merchandise. By this time Siobhan had invested in a small van, so we could buy and transport items that wouldn't fit in the car. I was in my element working so closely with her, because it gave me frequent opportunities to admire the delightful roundness of her bottom, and sneak glances down her neckline at her sometimes braless breasts. Not that I could ever see much, but my imagination filled in the blanks. There was one time though that I will never forget. It was after our first foraging trip since the Christmas and New Year break, and I was sitting on an upturned bucket sorting through a carton of stuff we had just bought, as she checked out what she thought could be an antique dressing table with a large mirror. She was wearing a pair of ragged jeans and a loose oversize tee shirt. I just happened to look up as she bent forward away from me to try to open one of the drawers, and her shirt sagged giving me two memorable views, one up under the tee shirt from where I was sitting, and one down the front reflected in the mirror. This was one of her braless days and her creamy pink tipped boobs wobbled gently with each movement of her torso. She stayed like that for several seconds, and when she straightened up I had the biggest hard on I could ever remember having. That night and every night for the next couple of weeks I lay in bed, stroking my dick as I relived that wonderful moment, and in my imagination I eased down her jeans and panties, thrusting deep into her slit as I reached up under her shirt to fondle those superb tits. A couple of days before the end of January we piled into Ma's company supplied Toyota Corolla, and headed south west. We had left early to beat the traffic, and after a couple of stops to rest and switch drivers we arrived about an hour after lunch. Grandma and Granddad gave us the usual warm welcome, and despite our protestations that we had not long eaten, Grandma sat us down at the kitchen table with plates that seemed to be piled two feet high with sandwiches. After we ate our fill, we sat around catching up on what had happened since our last visit. I made several attempts to raise the subject of the upcoming festival, but Grandma merely shook her head, finally declaring, "Have patience Dermot lad. We will see what we will see." Her tone made it clear that there was no point in further pursuing the matter, so reluctantly I let it drop. The rest of the day until bedtime was filled with idle chatter, and just simply getting to know each other again. The Saturday morning dawned bright and cool, and before long people began arriving from around the district to set up for the start of the festival. Along with the men I was put to work clearing out the clutter from the main shed. As we worked I tried to pump some of the others about what was to happen, but all I could glean was that the festival would begin at dawn on Sunday, with a ceremony as old as time. With so many willing hands work went quickly, and when we were finally done I was surprised how much room there was. Before I could give it too much thought we broke for lunch. Seated around the large makeshift table, I began my usual game of trying to guess which of the men was my natural father, despite the fact that I had learned over the years that I was setting myself a futile task. There were at least four other men working alongside me, plus women and girls, who like myself and my grandparents and their daughters, all had varying shades of the red hair which was so prevalent in the area. Once the meal was finished we set to work again in the now cleared shed, whilst the women busied themselves elsewhere. With two of the other younger guys, I was given the task of stacking peat and bags of charcoal beside the heavy iron braziers set out around the shed, about five feet in from the walls. When Granddad declared himself satisfied with the setup, the makeshift table was brought inside, and arranged against the end wall farthest from the doors. The final task was left to him and one of the other older men. A narrow padded bench about hip high and measuring eighteen inches wide and six feet long, with a thicker pad at one end was set up in the middle of the floor, and meticulously adjusted, with Granddad constantly looking up at the top of the wall above the door. I tried to follow his gaze, but unable to see anything, I returned my attention to puzzling about the odd angle at which the bench was positioned. When both men were agreed on the positioning, two shorter benches were placed at the thickly padded end of the first, like an inverted 'Y' with the open ends towards the door. This appeared to end the involvement of the men, and the womenfolk took over. Intricately woven garlands and wreaths of wheat and wildflowers were hung around the walls. Lastly, ornate pedestals holding small burnished copper bowls were stood at the extremities of the 'Y' shaped benches, and all preparations were pronounced complete. It was still only early evening, so everyone dispersed to their own homes to get what sleep they could in preparation for tomorrow's ceremony. It was still dark when Grandad woke me. He was wearing a coarse brown ankle length hooded robe, fastened at the neck and waist by ears of wheat twisted together and threaded through loops. Laying a similar garment across my bed along with a pair of crudely crafted slippers, he told me. "This is all you need lad. Don't worry, you'll find it plenty warm enough." Eyeing them dubiously I climbed out of bed, and with a towel around my waist I headed for the bathroom to freshen up. There was no sign of the women, so after drying off I dropped the towel on the floor and headed back to my room. I felt a bit silly pulling on the robe, and the rough fabric itched like hell on my bare skin, but I figured that if others could put up with it so could I. Fidgeting with the unusual fastenings, I slipped my feet into the slippers and headed outside. I swear my balls shot up under my lungs when the freezing pre dawn air hit me, and pulling the hood over my ears I scurried to the shed before they dropped off. To my relief the braziers in the shed were glowing red, and although it was still fairly cool it was at least ten degrees warmer than outside. The table against the wall had been repositioned at an angle across one corner and was loaded with fresh baked bread, succulent roasts of meat, and seasonal fruits and vegetables, but nobody seemed to be helping themselves, and I didn't want to be the first, even though I hadn't eaten breakfast. The other corner had been curtained off with blankets. The shed was well lit with burning torches hanging from the roof beams, and copper bowls atop the pedestals had been filled with a heavily scented oil with a lighted wick floating on the surface, giving off an almost head spinning aroma. It appeared that I was the last to arrive, for directly I entered all the hooded and robed men formed a circle around the precisely positioned benches. Someone started to beat a slow rhythm on a bodrhan – a sort of flat Celtic drum not unlike a tambourine, but played with a short double ended stick – and the women filed in from behind the curtain to take up positions between, and slightly in front of the men. In direct contrast to the heavily robed men, they each wore a diaphanous cloak the colour of ripe corn. These were fastened in similar fashion at the neck, waist and hips but with wildflowers, and did absolutely nothing to conceal their breasts and pubic areas. The women were of all ages, shapes and sizes, but one thing they all had in common was that their nipples were stiffened from the chill air. In addition to the hoods they all wore masks symbolising the moon and stars. I scanned each as she moved into place, in an effort to determine which of them was Ma or her sister, but it was impossible to tell, so I contented myself with trying to make out the outlines of their pussy lips behind their concealing bushes. Bringing up the rear was a stately figure in a cloak the colour of the spring sky, and with her face concealed by a shimmering silver veil. The bodrhan went quiet until they had all taken up their positions, and then the drumming started again. There were three loud raps on the drum, and a heavily veiled figure dressed in a sheer cloak of grass green emerged, escorted by two slender figures clad similarly in a lighter shade of green. The veils of all three bore representations of the sun, and like the masks of the other women completely concealed their features. The blue cloaked woman stepped forward and bowed. "Tuatha de Danaan, Goddess of Spring welcomes Danu, the Earth Mother and her handmaidens." She announced gravely. Despite her mask I recognised the voice of my Grandma, and I did a quick double take. For a woman in her fifties, she had surprisingly firm breasts with large brown nipples, and her bush still retained some of the flame of her youth. Matching her words to the rhythm of the drum, she spoke again in a reverent tone. "The Lady shall circle, once, twice, and again, Seeking to choose who shall be her swain." The Earth Mother and her escort moved slowly around the circle of men, and as she paused in front of each he folded back his hood. When she had completed a full circuit, she laid a hand on the shoulder of one. One of her handmaidens took his hand, and led him to stand at the side of the bench arrangement. With her remaining handmaiden, Danu started at a different point in the circle, and began to move in the opposite direction, finally stopping to place her hand on the shoulder of another man, who was led to the other side of the bench. The third and last circuit she made on her own, and I was startled when she stopped in front of me and laid both hands on my shoulders, moving me to stand at the open end of the 'Y'. It was then that I understood the careful positioning of the benches. A single ray of sunlight shone through a tiny hole in the roof near the top of the wall, casting a small circle of light onto the ground between my feet. The sound of the bodrhan reduced to a soft murmur, and Tuatha/Grandma's voice rang out again. "Springtime has freed this land that was frozen, Danu has wakened, her Ploughman is chosen." The drumming resumed as the two handmaidens helped the representation of Danu onto the bench, positioning her parted legs along the corresponding extensions. As the circle of light inched slowly towards the apex, the handmaidens removed the wildflower fastenings and folded the cloak back to fall to the floor. I drew in a sharp breath as her flawless figure was revealed. Her perfect breasts stood firmly from her ribcage, each tipped with a dusky pink areola and a hard rosy nipple. The cushion under her buttocks elevated her hips, and her fiery bush was sprinkled with golden pollen. "Here on this Altar Her Children prepared, Danu's offerings are laid that they may be shared." As I gazed in awe at her pouting slit, trying to will my cock not to rise, the handmaidens turned to the two chosen men who were staring as raptly as I was. With quick tugs, the wheat fastenings were removed, and their robes were pushed from their shoulders to fall to the floor. It was clear that neither of the men was as reticent as I was, because each was sporting a full erection. Taking a firm grip on the hard cocks, the maidens urged the men forward and laid the stiff shafts on Danu's breasts. Taking one in each hand she pressed the tips against her puckered nipples, as she stroked to the increasing rhythm of the bodrhan. Raising her voice above the drumbeat, Grandma resumed her intonations. "That Her bounty and gifts be permitted to flourish, Her earth must be nurtured, watered and nourished." As the drumming became more frantic, Danu's hands flew up and down the throbbing tools, until first one, and then the other they spilled their seed over her breasts and nipples. A collective sigh went up from the watching throng, and as she relaxed her grip I looked down and saw the circle of light move up and over her raised pubic mound, causing the dusting of pollen to sparkle like diamonds, and the beads of moisture seeping between the pouting lips to shimmer like the surface of a brook. Fingers plucked at the fastenings of my robe, and it fell in a pool around my feet. Under normal circumstances I would have felt self conscious about being naked in front of so many people, but the heady scent of the burning oil, and being caught up in the occasion dispelled any misgivings. Grandma allowed herself faint smile as she looked down at my swollen cock, then handed me a small pair of scissors, before taking up her chant again. "Her land that was fallow, now shall be mowed, Her furrow shall be ploughed and the seed shall be sowed." I stepped closer and began to snip carefully at the resplendent bush, the clippings falling into a crudely fashioned earthen bowl held by a handmaiden. When the enchanting slit had been denuded, the second handmaiden took hold of my cock guiding it to the inviting entrance. Grandma moved behind me, and with a sudden push on my buttocks, she forced me forward until my length was buried in the exotic wetness as the handmaidens placed my hands on The Earth Mother's semen coated tits. Ordinarily the idea of touching someone else's cum would have repelled me, but the feel of her hard slippery nipples pressing into my palms was irresistible, and I eagerly massaged the sticky goo into the pliant flesh of her heaving mounds. As the patch of sunlight passed over the sun image on Danu's veil, the chant resumed. "Now that The Earth Mother's pact has been sealed, Her veil shall be lifted, full glory revealed." Taking a pace forward, Grandma pulled away the veil, and I stared in shock into the smiling lust filled eyes of my mother. As I hesitated, she thrust her hips and smiled warmly. "Welcome My Son." I couldn't be sure if she was speaking as my Ma, or in her role as Danu The Earth Mother, but either way it was clear that she had deliberately chosen me to be her 'Ploughman'. So often I had fantasised about fucking her sister Siobhan, but the same thought about Ma had never even entered my head. Now that I was buried to the hilt in her warm willing cunt, I could think of nothing more exciting. Hardly able to credit that I was actually fucking my own mother, not only with her approval, but with the approval of all who were watching, I put as much power into my thrusts as I could muster. Land Rites "Ploughman, plough Earth Mother's furrow, Plant the seed to grow tomorrow. Plough, Ploughman, plough." The last three words were taken up by the watching throng, and to the rising chant of "Plough, Ploughman plough," I drove in and out, desperately seeking fulfilment for us both. As she began to tremble in approaching orgasm, Ma/Danu /Earth Mother added her voice in a barely audible whisper. "Plough Ploughman, plough. Plough Dermot, plough your Ma." She pressed my hands tighter against her tits as her climax hit, "Plant your seed to grow tomorrow." Seconds later my cock erupted, spewing a thick stream of cum deep inside Ma's cunt. There was a roar of approval from those watching as I withdrew my slippery rod, and helped my still gasping Ma from the Altar. Taking my hand she led me around the circle, solemnly kissing each forehead. When we had completed the circuit I thought that the ceremony was finished, but we returned to the Altar, where Grandma waited hand in hand with the man who had helped Granddad align the bench. The pair bowed deeply as we approached. "My Lady, Your servant Tuatha de Danaan, Goddess of Spring and Her Consort seek the blessing of Danu The Earth Mother on our joining on this day." With a serene smile, Ma replied equally formally. "My blessing be upon you both. May your joining be joyful." As Her Consort helped Tuatha on to the Altar, Danu plucked the flowers from her cloak and folded it open. Grandma looked even better nude than she had in her transparent cloak, and I have to admit that the only reason the sight of her big nipples and moist pussy didn't give me a raging hard on, was because I still hadn't recovered from emptying my balls into her daughter. Turning to the Consort, Ma undid his robe and pushed it from his shoulders. For whatever reason, be it age or the circumstances, he seemed to require a little help, but Ma took it in her stride, stroking him to full erection before guiding him into The Goddess's slit. It felt weird watching my mother's naked mother being fucked, even more so since it wasn't Grandad that was fucking her, but Ma just smiled serenely. Now that he was inside her, Her Consort began to thrust as powerfully as any man half his age, and when Danu lifted Tuatha's shimmering silver veil he grunted with triumph and pumped his cum into her waiting hole. This seemed to be a signal, because one by one the other women each selected a man and brought him forward to seek the blessing of The Earth Mother. One of the first in line was a hugely grinning Granddad, his hand in the death grip of woman who, judging by the firmness of her massive tits, couldn't have been older than thirty. Squeezing my hand, Ma whispered in my ear. "It looks as though I shall be busy for a while. Why don't you see if you can find another furrow to plough?" I hung around for maybe half an hour, hoping to catch sight of Siobhan and watching as the men spread their cloaks on the floor, wherever there was a clear space. Looking at the various couples who had linked up, I began to get an inkling of why there was such a prevalence of redheads in the region. Having been born and raised here for the first ten or so years of my life, I had a fair idea of who everyone was, and I couldn't see many, if any who were with their recognised partners. Certainly some of the now fully matured girls of my own generation I would have given my left ball to sink my cock into, but they all seemed to be occupied. Whatever was planned for the rest of the festival, it struck me as obvious that it began with an anything goes fuckfest, where everyone hooked up with whoever they chose, be it parent, sibling, friend's partners or just plain friend. Under the circumstances it seemed inevitable that some of the pairings would result in pregnancy, which, I felt, could pose real problems for some as time passed. After a while the sight of all these tits cocks and cunts started to wear a bit thin, so I made a sandwich, and wrapping myself in the nearest discarded robe I headed back to the house. I was shivering again by the time I got inside, so I stood in front of the banked up fire to warm up. The puzzle of where Siobhan had got to was solved when I heard the faint sound of humming from upstairs, so I headed up. As I approached her room I detected a vaguely familiar scent, not exactly the same as the oil burners in the shed, but similar. Her door was ajar, and she was sitting on the edge of her bed staring down at the sun veil in her hands. Although I hadn't recognised her, it was clear that she had been one of the handmaidens, because she was still wearing the light green costume. Scented candles were burning in saucers on the floor at each corner of her bed. She turned her head when I tapped on her door. "Come in Dermot. I knew you would come. I knew the candles would bring you." She patted the bed beside her and I sat down. I didn't contradict her. "I wondered where you were so I came looking." I looked at her, taking in the swell of her breasts, her hard pink nipples prominent beneath the sheer fabric, then stated the obvious. "You were one of The Earth Mother's handmaidens." She nodded in reply, and I continued. "When Danu came into the shed I thought it might be you." "I wish I had been, but it was impossible. I was born at the wrong time." In response to my unspoken question she shrugged ruefully. "Only those born or conceived in a leap year are chosen as Danu. It's supposed to be more auspicious. The best the rest of us can hope for is to be a handmaiden." I didn't know how to respond, so I forced a short laugh. "It looks like developing into a full blown orgy out there." She shook her head. "No, it's not like that at all. Each woman chooses one man, and they are usually together for the entire festival, although sometimes some of them share. They don't all fuck, but most of them do. For this one week every four years, there are no husbands or wives, no brothers or sisters, no fathers or daughters, mothers or sons. There are only Children of the Earth." "OK," I said, trying to take it in. "But what happens if someone gets pregnant?" "Well then, if she is married her husband accepts the child as his own, and if she isn't then she raises the child with the support of her family, just as you were." "Fair enough, that rules out any complications I guess." I remained silent for a short time, then asked the question that had been on my mind since I had returned from the shed. "How come you aren't out there choosing a man?" She smiled faintly. "I chose my man a long time ago. I've been saving myself just for him, and waiting for him to notice me." It was then that I asked what had to be the dumbest question ever, because even as I asked I knew that her reference to the candles had given me the answer. "Oh. Who is he?" She took my hand, and her eyes were like liquid green fire. "Can't you guess?" I plucked out the wildflowers fastening her cloak, and as I leaned in to kiss her I filled my palm with her warm soft breast. When we finally moved apart, she sighed. "This is the first time I have really resented not being able to be Danu. I knew Sinead had been chosen, and she had told me she intended to choose you to be Her Ploughman." She reached under my robe for my cock, slowly stroking the stiffening length. "You have no idea how jealous I was when I was putting this into her pussy, wishing it was her putting it into mine. Wishing it was my furrow you were ready to plough." I folded her cloak back, and she parted her thighs slightly, releasing the scent of her female need. "Oh, Dermot, the nights I've lain awake wishing you would come to me so I could give you my virginity. Now it's yours to take." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. All the times I had fantasised about fucking my Aunt, she had been fantasising about the same thing. That time I had looked up her loose shirt and seen her tits for the first and only time before today, and wished I could fuck her I could have done it and she would have welcomed it. And now to top it all she was telling me that at twenty nine years old she was still a virgin, and had been saving her cherry for me to pop. I brushed my palm lightly across her bush then touched a fingertip to her clit, and she jerked as though she had been stung. Pushing my robe aside she lay back and spread her legs wide, tugging my erection towards her fork. "Please Dermot, I can't wait any more. I need you inside me now!" I ran my finger up and down her slit, parting her lips, and there was no doubting her readiness. Moving between her thighs, I set the tip of my cock against her virginal opening and thrust quickly, bursting through her hymen. "Owwwwww! Ohhhhh!" She gave out a screech of pain, then clutched me to her. "Oh fuck! I didn't think it would hurt that much. It was a good hurt though," she added reassuringly. I lay unmoving with my length buried, giving her time to adjust, and when she smiled and nodded I began to move inside her. After so many unfulfilled fantasies I was finally fucking my Aunt. At long last my cock was where I had dreamed for so long of putting it, and it was a thousand times better than I had imagined. The unbelievably tight warmth felt like it was made for my cock, and I drove slowly in and out until she began to respond. Her hips rose to meet me, and I was taken by surprise at the suddenness of her orgasm. She pulled my mouth down to her puckered nipple, and I fucked her as fast as I could as she began to buck under me. Impossible as it seemed, the tightness increased as she began to cum, and the added pressure on my shaft was too great to resist, and my cock exploded, pumping a hot stream into my Aunt Siobhan's no longer virgin cunt. My prick felt so comfortable nestled in her slippery wetness that I wished I could stay inside her forever, but Mother Nature decided otherwise, and I slowly softened. Reluctantly I rolled off her and went to the bathroom to rinse off the crimson evidence of her sacrificed virtue. Returning with a wet facecloth and towel, and cleaned up the mess between her legs. Drying her carefully I knelt between her thighs and stared adoringly at her just fucked pussy. "God Aunt Siobhan," I whispered. "I've wanted to do that with you since I first realised what a pussy was for." "I wish you had. You were always the one I wanted to be my first, and I'm so glad I waited for you. The reason I seldom wore a bra was because I wanted you to notice me and fuck me. I used to try to spy on you, hoping to catch you playing with yourself, and hoping you were thinking about me when you did it. I never did catch you but I gave myself some wonderful orgasms thinking about you pulling your hard cock." The unexpected confession prompted one of my own, and I told her about looking up under her shirt and seeing her tits. To my surprise she nodded. "That's why I wore that shirt. I didn't know if you had seen anything, but just in case I stayed bent over hoping you would pull down my jeans and stick your cock in my pussy. That's how desperate I was to have you fuck me. You could have done me anytime anywhere." "I wish you'd told me." "You have no idea how much I wanted to, but I was worried you would be disgusted if you knew I wanted to have incestuous sex with my sister's son. That's why I tried to tempt you into making the first move." "I was too scared, and for the same reason," I admitted, "but in a way I'm glad we waited, because today was perfect." It didn't seem in the least bit strange to be discussing such intimate matters with my Aunt, because with only ten years age difference we had always been able to talk about anything. I had moved up to lie alongside her, and now I laid my hand on her breast, teasing the nipple and lowering my lips to its twin. There was no further need for words, and I moved over her again, sliding into her for the second time, sucking her tits as we fucked slowly and gently. When our release came, it was as slow and gentle and satisfying as the fucking. Her cum poured out around my cock as I spilled inside her, and she clung to me with tears of joy in her eyes. "Oh Dermot, I never dreamed anything could feel so wonderful." I smiled in agreement as I kissed away the tears. Fucking Ma had been awesome because it was so unexpected, and it made me feel good because she had wanted it and planned it. Fucking her sister had been equally awesome because I had dreamed of it for so long. Just knowing that the two most important women in my life had wanted me to shoot my cum into their cunts made me feel like the luckiest, most special man on the planet. The sound of music came from the shed, and Siobhan pushed me away and rose from the bed. "Dance time," she giggled, wrapping her cloak around her and dragging me to the door. When we re entered the shed most of the people were fully clothed, dancing to a lively jig, whilst others emerged from the curtained section after dressing. Ma was still naked, watching a couple who were still fucking on an outspread robe in the corner, oblivious to the activity around them. As we approached, she smiled. "I wondered where you were." She glanced down at her puckered nipples. "I wish those two would hurry. The Earth Mother can't get dressed until the ploughing is finished. Why don't you change into something warmer and join the fun?" Siobhan headed for the curtained area, and eager to get out of the itchy robe, I dashed back to the house where my clothes were. When I got back, Ma and her sister were standing at the food table, dressed in jeans and sweaters, and loading up their plates. The music stopped so everyone could eat, and then some of the men climbed into their trucks and drove off, returning an hour later with all the children. Father O'Brien arrive about 30 minutes later and conducted a shortened mass, followed by a tongue in cheek condemnation of "pagan rituals" of which he professed total ignorance, before giving the church's blessing to the upcoming festivities. That first day wound up soon after the evening meal because, having been awake since before dawn everyone – especially the children – was exhausted. The braziers were banked up, and those visitors who came from farther afield brought in bedding and settled down in the shed. I went to bed about nine thirty, and was just dozing off when my door squeaked open and a shadowy figure slipped under the covers beside me. A hard nipple was pressed against my lips, and a quiet voice whispered "No masquerade now Dermot, no symbolism, no veil. I'm not Danu any more. I'm just me, and I want you even more than I wanted you before I knew how good you would feel inside me. I want you to suck my nipples. I want you to stroke my clit. I want you to fuck me any way you want." She slid her hand down over my belly, but the nipple in my mouth and the urgency in her voice had me hard long before her gentle fingers curled around my shaft. All thought of sleep was forgotten, and for the next half hour or more, I stroked and sucked her soft/hard tits and fingered her pussy, bringing her to one climax after the other as she writhed and squirmed under my touch. When I finally moved between her legs and thrust into her, it was a total contrast from the first time. Before she had been calm and dignified, as befitted the role she had played. Now she was like a wild creature released from its cage. No longer was I some symbolic "Ploughman" ritualistically ploughing the furrow of a fabled "Earth Mother" of legend. Now I was just a horny son pushing his hard cock into the wet crack of his unbelievably horny mother. One thing that had been missing from our coupling during the ceremony was the way she was now crushing her tits against my chest, raking my back with her fingernails as we fucked each other without restraint. Her legs went around my hips, pulling me deeper, and she pressed her face into my neck to muffle her screams of pleasure. The old question 'Did the Earth move for you?' gained added meaning when she went into orgasm, because she thrashed about so violently I thought the bed would collapse. I started pounding her with every ounce of my strength, and the harder I fucked her the more she urged me on. Her cum was pouring out of her, soaking the sheets I would have to sleep on, but I was beyond caring. Eventually I couldn't hold back any longer, and I groaned as my Ma's clinging twat seemed to siphon every last drop of jizz out of my hard throbbing cock. When she dragged herself from my bed and returned to her own room, I was so exhausted that I passed out, oblivious of the huge wet spot I was lying on. I must have been more wiped out than I thought, because it was after ten the next morning when I was awakened by a pounding on my door. Siobhan came charging in then stopped with a huge grin on her face. "Jesus Dermot, you look like shit. Sinead must have fucked you to a standstill last night. I could hear you through the wall, going at it like a pair of cats in heat." She pulled off the blankets and pulled a face when she saw the stained sheet. "Christ, you two really went to town didn't you?" With a dirty laugh she rubbed her crotch. "I doubt if you'll be much good to a girl for a while," she leered, staring at my limp tool. She wasn't exactly dressed in the sexiest outfit – loose track suit pants, boots and an old oversize shirt of Granddad's – but if I could get her naked her outfit would sure as hell be sexy. "Hey, I just woke up." I protested. "Give me a couple of minutes and you might change your mind." "Not with you smelling like a brothel," she laughed. "Besides we have work to do so get cleaned up and I'll meet you in the shed." Twenty minutes later I came downstairs, saying a quick "Good morning" to Grandma and some other ladies who were busy baking, then went across to the shed where Siobhan was waiting. She indicated a large carton filled with numbered paper bags. "Treasure hunt time. You carry the sweets and I'll hide them." Picking up the carton I followed her out into the field, noticing that all of the bags were marked with age groups. Those for the younger children were placed where they could be easily seen, and as the groups got older the hiding places became more obscure. The number and location of each bag was marked on a rough plan of the field and its surrounds, so that any child who missed out could be aimed in the right direction. It took about an hour to empty the carton, and I sat on a log to watch as she stooped to hide the last few along the base of a rustic drystone wall. Instead of stooping to place the final bag, she bent forward from the waist, and I gawped like a schoolboy as I realised that her choice of clothes had been far from casual. From her position and the clear view I had of her tits as her shirt hung down, I knew she had deliberately recreated the scene of a couple of weeks ago at home. I guessed that her choice of track suit bottoms had been equally calculated, because the elasticised waistband meant there were no zippers or buttons to fumble with. My cock stiffened, and taking a quick look to make sure no kids could see, I stepped up behind her and hooked my thumbs into her waistband. Dropping to my knees I took her pants down with me, and she giggled when I realised she had left her panties off. Her giggles turned into gasps when I parted her pussy lips and pressed my tongue against her clit. For long delicious moments I licked up and down her musky crevice, teasing and probing until finally I stood up and dropped my jeans. Guiding my cock to her moist opening, I drove into her and reached under her shirt to grasp her tits. Our mutual fantasy of a couple of weeks earlier was now a reality, and my beautiful Aunt braced herself against the wall, rocking back and forth as I fucked her with steady unhurried thrusts. Grasping her hips, I leaned back to watch my stiff rod gliding in and out between the stretched lips of her pouting pussy. With each thrust her natural lubrication became creamy and viscous, giving my shaft a milky sheen that glistened in the strengthening spring sun. Her cum began to ooze slowly down the insides of her thighs, and my cock erupted, adding my juices to hers. Land Rites After I pulled out, Siobhan turned to face me. "That's one we can cross off our wish list," she grinned as she casually wiped her dripping cunt with the tail of her shirt before pulling up her pants. When she saw I was watching, she shrugged. "It's easier to explain a wet patch on my shirt than a wet patch on my crotch" I fixed my own clothing and picked up the empty carton, and we returned to the shed, where we were greeted by the delicious aroma of cooking. Steel mesh had been placed on top of some of the braziers to grill steaks, chops, and sausages for lunch, and people were lined up with chunks of freshly baked bread. When everyone had been fed the youngest children were sent out to hunt for the hidden sweets, followed in turn by the other age groups. The rest of the afternoon was taken up organising and supervising activities for the youngsters. After the evening meal, a bodrhan, a flute and a fiddle were produced, and between draughts of strong Irish porter, everyone danced long into the night. Not being much of a drinker, I nursed the one tankard of the strong dark beer all evening, which was just as well, because after I was in bed Ma came in as horny as the night before, but fortunately for me not as energetic. The next day was pretty much like the day before, as were the remaining days of the spring celebrations. Daylight hours were occupied with games, races, competitions and other diversions for the children, and the evenings were devoted to singing, dancing and drinking. I noticed that some of the younger girls had started seeking the company of boys in a similar age bracket, and although there was never any indication of anything even remotely improper, I couldn't help wondering for the umpteenth time about my own origins. Throughout the festival I was intrigued by the two faces of my Ma. Whilst Siobhan and I seized whatever opportunities presented themselves to slip away for a fuck, Ma took her appointed duties seriously. During the day and evening she was the dignified Earth Mother, but once everyone had retired for the night she became my very earthy mother. All too soon it was Sunday again, and shortly before lunch we all assembled in the shed for the last time. There were no exotic costumes this time, but symbolic of their roles as Goddess of Spring, and Danu The Earth Mother respectively, Grandma wore a plain blue dress, whilst Ma was dressed in a pastel green skirt and blouse. Grandma led us all out of the shed and into the field, and approached me and Ma, bearing the earthen bowl which had been used to catch Danu's pollen coated pubic hairs when I had clipped them on the first morning. Holding the bowl aloft for a few seconds, she handed it to Ma. "This feast that was opened, now shall be closed By Danu, Earth Mother, and the Ploughman She chose. That which did grow at the place of all birth, Now shall be scattered, returned to the Earth." As the last words were spoken, Ma tipped the bowl, and its contents glittered in the sunlight as the breeze carried them away. Dropping the bowl, she stepped on it, grinding it to dust in the dirt. Turning to face the throng, Grandma addressed them in a clear loud voice. "Friends, thank you all for gracing our farm with your presence, and making the Leap Year Spring Festival a successful and enjoyable occasion. The Duffys invite you all to gather again at their farm on the first day of Spring, four years from now for the next Festival." The entire final ceremony and invitation had taken no longer than twenty minutes, and then we all filed back into the shed for a lunch grilled over the braziers. When everyone had eaten, Father O'Brien conducted another short mass, after which the visitors began packing up to return to their homes. Ma, Siobhan and myself stayed chatting with Grandma and Granddad until the evening meal, and then Ma said we should leave because she was expected back at work next morning. Grandma held me back as Ma and Siobhan were getting into the car, and told me how impressed she had been with the Ploughman, and invited me to visit again when the weather warmed up. When I reached the car, Siobhan was behind the wheel with Ma beside her, so I climbed into the rear seat. Heading down the long dirt driveway to the road, what Grandma had said began to sink in. I wouldn't have thought anything of it except that she had stressed the word 'Ploughman', and in the same sentence invited me to visit again. The memory of her lying stretched out with her big brown nipples standing rigid, and her pussy aimed in my direction, made the beast between my legs twitch. Her parting remarks had more than likely been perfectly innocent, but that didn't mean I couldn't speculate. At the end of the driveway, Ma got out to open the gate onto the road, and when we passed through she closed it and climbed in beside me. "You know Dermot," she said quietly, "this past week you have given your Aunt and me some wonderful memories." Looking into my eyes, she laid a hand on my knee. "They don't have to be just memories if you don't want them to be. "I mean it doesn't have to end with the festival." Her hand moved further up my thigh, and I slumped back against the door with a grin. Taking this as agreement she quickly leaned forward to unfasten my jeans, and as I watched my hard cock disappear into my Ma's mouth, I knew that my future was going to be even better than I could have hoped.