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Wheat Country

By: Borntolust



Many thanks to tangentjoker, who edited this story.

All characters are older than 18. This story is about an incestuous relationship.




We live in a large, three-story, neo-colonial farmhouse. It is wheat country so the farms tend to be large. The nearest neighbor is almost 2 miles away. The closest town is 7 miles away. It isn't very large but has a grocery, bank, post office, along with a few farming related businesses. It is almost 30 miles to the nearest Walmart. Our house is two miles off the highway on a gravel road. Our family consists of my paternal grandmother, my mother and myself.

Grandma just turned sixty. Her name is Vera. She is about 5' 4" tall with a slim body. She has nice breasts and butt. The breasts are about the size of large grapefruits. Her hair is gray, but she dyes it a light brown. She always dresses neatly, but does not care much about fashion. She usually wears a dress or a skirt, but occasionally slacks. I never saw her in a pantsuit. She has many friends and is very active in church and community affairs. She is often the leader in organizing events. Looking at her, one would think she is a formidable woman, but she has a wry sense of humor. She can be quite entertaining.

Mom, Susan, is forty-one. She is 5' 2" with a firm, compact, body over a very shapely butt. Her perky breasts, about the size of large oranges, look good on her. She has very nice hair. It is silky, dark brown, cut just above shoulder level. Mom has more fashion sense than grandma but way out in the country, like we are, she usually wears jeans or a housedress. Her face is pleasant, but not pretty. She uses makeup expertly; that compensates somewhat. She is a very feminine woman, attractive to men despite her homeliness. So far she has shown no interest in a romantic relationship. She is very intelligent; reads a lot and keeps up with the news.

My name is James, but I'm usually called Jim. I'm 6', 180, well built and in good shape. My sex life isn't anything to brag about. I have had a couple of flings with the class slut, but not much experience otherwise. My high school is small, so there aren't a lot of girls to chase. Whatever sex I have these days, I take into my own hands.

My grandfather and father ran the family farm together until both were killed in an accident. I was twelve. Grandma and Mom were grief stricken. They did their best to explain how such a thing could happen, but I was devastated; nothing could make me understand how I could lose them both.

Eventually realizing both women were as distraught as I, I resolved to help as much as I could. Noticing my efforts, they began to call me "The Man of the House".

My parents and I had lived in a separate house, about a quarter mile from Grandma and Grandpa's house. About four months after the tragedy, at Grandma's urging, we moved to the main house.

We were in very good shape, financially. Both My father and grandfather had good insurance. About six months after their deaths, Grandma and Mom auctioned off all the farm equipment. They made arrangements to rent the farmland. Some good investments brought in additional income.

The way the wills of my grandfather and father were written, Mom and Grandma shared everything equally. Fortunately, they got along well together so they were able to pool funds instead of having to split everything. Even after expenses, plus a good chunk set aside "for rainy days", we were very well off. Mom and Grandma both drive late model cars.

Grandma had never, at least in my hearing, said anything to Mom about my upbringing. Doing whatever I could to help the two women, included doing what Mom said, I soon learned running to Grandma did no good at all; she would not contradict my mother.

My mother is a firm believer in work. So I got paid for chores I did around the house (There were a lot of them). Once I turned sixteen, I had set aside enough money to buy an old pickup. I was expected to get a summer job. I did; pumping gas in town. The pickup was my transportation.

When I was eighteen, starting my senior year in high school, the two women made a trip to Omaha to do some shopping. It is a three hour drive each way, which is a long day.

Bored, while they were gone, I did a little exploring in their bedrooms. In both their closets, I found sexy nightgowns. I checked their dressers, too. In Grandma's I found several vibrators, including a "Rabbit". There was also one with double heads. Mom had some toys too, but with even more variety, from a small egg to a rabbit. One or two bent in the middle. Mom also had nipple clamps. I was a bit surprised at both of them, but terribly aroused. I jerked off three times before they got home in the evening.

I fixed them a light supper then sat with them while they ate. I had trouble keeping my cock under control. Every time I looked at either woman waves of lust flashed through me. I managed to get through until bedtime without embarrassing myself. I had no idea what the supper conversation had been about.

After my exploration, my masturbation sessions changed. I would jerk off, fantasizing about a girl from school, but she would morph into either my mother or grandmother. A couple of times they were in my illusions together. I noticed something else. Whenever either, or both, of the two women were in my mind, my cock seemed to get harder than when I fantasized about girls I knew. My orgasms were more intense too.

I thought back over a couple of incidents to which I hadn't paid much attention. Once I had walked in on the women, in the sitting room, hugging each other tightly. Mom's head was on Grandma's shoulder and, thinking back, it is possible Grandma's hand was on Mom's tit. Another time, I had gotten up late at night to go to the bathroom, was about to step into the hall when I saw Mom going into Grandma's room.

These two incidents didn't bother me; even after I figured out there might be more to it than I first thought. Instead, they intrigued me. They worked their way into my jerk-off dreams. Into my sleeping dreams, too. I woke up one night humping the mattress dreaming it was Grandma. The same thing happened a couple of nights later, but I was with Mom.

Shortly after the shopping trip, I noticed Grandma wearing her robe a little looser in the mornings; open a little at the neck. Every once in a while, I'd get a flash of leg or thigh. A couple of times, she wore low cut dresses showing cleavage, something she had never done before. The displays continued all summer, becoming more obvious as fall began.

Mom was displaying more flesh, too. She wore house dresses of a thin material, without a bra. Her perky tits didn't need one. The sight of her nipples poking through the cloth was often repeated in my nightly jerk off sessions. Sometimes Mom would wear tight, very short, cutoff jeans; often with a shirt, the top couple of buttons open and tied at the bottom. Other times, she wore a halter top. With either, her nipples poked through the fabric like little bullets.

Both women were hugging me a lot. My mother would somehow rub her body against mine. It was done so subtly I was never sure it was real, but it did make me aroused. My grandmother would press her tits into my chest. Between the two of them, I was in an almost constant state of arousal.

Sometimes it was hard to hide the bulge in my pants. I was pretty well endowed, not huge, but a comfortable seven inches with a proportional girth. My cock was topped by a bulging red tip. I had been circumcised so had no foreskin to hide it. A few times, I saw the women looking at my tented pants. Once I saw Mom look at Grandma, with a slight smile, after she spotted the swelling at my crotch.

Winter that year was the worst in several years. A couple of blizzards snowed us in for several days each; until the plows came. Rural gravel roads are not a high priority.

During the first blizzard, I was wandering around looking for something to do. Walking by Grandma's room, I heard a giggle. The door was closed, but I put my ear against it. Listening hard, I heard the hum of a vibrator. Then a moan, followed by, "Oh, yes, Vera. Yes, yes. So good." It sounded like my mother's voice. I listened some more, but there were no more words I could understand. Only the humming sound overlaid with moaning. When I thought they were finishing their fun, I snuck away to my room. I jerked off to visions of the two of them tangled together, naked.

It was shortly after the second blizzard I saw my mother and grandmother playing with each other.

When the plow finally cleared our road, I was sent to town to grocery shop. We were low on several things. My errands didn't take long. I was back in less than forty-five minutes. I went in through the garage. There was no one in the kitchen. I walked into the sitting room. My mouth dropped open when I saw Mom and Grandma on the floor naked. Grandma lay on her back with a pillow elevating her butt. Mom knelt beside her, using the double headed vibrator, pushing it into Grandma's pussy and ass. Grandma was pushing a rabbit vibrator into Mom's snatch as Mom leaned over, kissing Grandma's tits.

Engrossed as they were, they didn't see me. I stepped back into the kitchen, removing my boots and shoes. I didn't know what to do, but my raging hard on needed to be dealt with. The sounds of orgasm from the sitting room increased my lust. I only knew two hot, naked, women were pleasuring themselves in the next room. That they were my mother and grandmother didn't matter.

I stripped down and looked into the room again. They were in the 69 position with Grandma on top. I walked in and knelt between Mom's wide spread legs. Her knees were drawn up. Grandma was licking my mother's cunt, right before my face.

I fucked my mother first, after pushing Grandma off her. She was hot and ready. She saw my hard, pulsating manhood standing straight out. Mom mumbled "No, no," but her legs remained spread. The dark tangle of her pubic hair capped her swollen lips. They were opening to display the redness of her cunt, which was wet and ready. She was snug on my prick as I pushed my manhood into her, but the slickness caused by her needs eased the way for me. I fucked her hard and deep. She responded by thrusting her hips up at me. I was so hot, I couldn't last long, but Mom was ready to come again. Her body was quivering. Her arms tight around me, pulling my body into hers. I felt her orgasm starting, shivers running through her body, butt lifting. Her hands were pulling my face to hers, hot wet kisses, devouring each other. I felt shivers up my spine as my mother's pleasure added to my own. I let myself go, releasing my hot seed deep into her belly. As I lay on top of her, softening inside her, my mother's arms held me tight. Hugging me close to her without words.

I looked over to see Grandma watching us, licking her lips with her hand in her pussy. As my cock softened, I slipped out of my mother. Moving over to Grandma, I knelt next to her head. I found her vibrator and pushed it into her, pulling her face to my cock.

"Make me hard again, grandma," I told her. 

Mom was lying on her back, a few tears on her cheeks, but no complaints.

My grandmother sucked my cock, responding to the vibrator I was shoving into her. Her hips lifted. She put a hand over mine that was working the toy. Grandma got me hard again quickly. She gave my prick one last kiss, pushed away the vibrator and rolled onto her back with her legs splayed. She offered herself to me, wanting me. The gray delta of her pubic hair over the wet, swollen, red lips opening for me; inviting me into her depths.

She said to Mom, her voice hoarse. "Come over here by me, Susan." 

As I knelt between my grandmother's legs, Mom lay next to her and Grandma put an arm around her. Mom hugged her as I slid my hard cock into my grandmother's hot cunt. I fucked her hard and deep, as I had my mother. I could last longer this time. I pulled my cock back to press on her clit and drove it home again. Grandma was moaning, her mouth was slack and wet. She rose to an orgasm. Her legs clasped me tight and she raised her hips to meet my thrusting manhood.

I put one of Mom's hands on Grandma's tit. She played with one, I sucked and nibbled the other. Mom covered Grandma with open mouthed kisses growing more and more passionate. Grandma had her hand over Mom's ass with two fingers in Mom's pussy. Mom's hand darted to her cunt to cover Grandma's probing fingers.

The women were exchanging hot, open-mouthed kisses as they rubbed against each other, their hot cunts hungry for satisfaction. My grandmother soared on the heights of an orgasm as she mouthed my name and Mom's mixed with nonsense words.

My mother started to tremble as Grandma's finger fucking brought her to the verge of ecstasy. As I felt my balls drawing up, I pumped harder at my grandmother. I felt her body respond. I exploded then, my hot cum flowing into my grandmother's cunt. She was on a high that would not stop and Mom's body shuddered as she and Grandma came as one.

I lay next to Grandma with Mom on the other side of her. Now that my lust had abated, I wondered what would happen. No one said anything for a long time.

Eventually, Grandma said, "Come lie between us, Jim."

Mom didn't say anything, but moved over to give me room. I lay on my back between the two women. No one said anything. They both lay close to me. The scent of sex permeated the room. Our naked bodies were shiny with sweat.

My mother kissed me on the cheek. I was surprised. Both women gave me light kisses from time, petting me softly. We lay together for about an hour, then Grandma stirred as if to get up.

"I love you both" I said. Then we went to our own beds.

The next day, no one said much, but neither woman seemed very upset. Once, my mom hugged me briefly. She gave me that subtle rub of hers. Later, Grandma gave me a harder hug. The women went to bed early. I stayed up a short time, then went to my room.

Mom was in my bed waiting for me. She had on one of the short night gowns I had found in her closet months before. As I lay on the bed, beside her, she opened her arms to hold me tight.

Mom murmured in my ear, "Oh Jim. I want this."

She held me close for a few minutes. My hand went to her silk covered tit. As I fondled it, she popped it out of her nightie. I sucked her nipple as I rubbed my face against her sensuous softness. Our hands moved to each other's sex. She fondled my hard cock, as my finger slid past the swollen lips of her pussy to her clit. She was hot and wet with juices flowing from her. I kissed her body, working my way down to the delta of her pubic hair and the top of her thighs.

Mom pulled on my hips, hoarsely whispering, "Bring it to me."

I straddled her head, on my knees, positioning my hard manhood over her face. Her tongue flicked out, licking my glans, her lips tasted me.

I lowered my face to my mother's cunt, inhaling her exotic, musky aroma. It was intoxicating and arousing. Her lips were swollen and opening to the red of her sex. I plunged my face into her wetness, licking her, sucking her, drinking her essence. Sucking her clit, licking it, pushing my tongue into her hole, tongue fucking her and then back to the hard nubbin of her clit.

We rolled over, feasting on each other. Mom took my hard shaft deep into her mouth, sucking, licking, nibbling, rubbing it over her face. She quivered as she soared to a climax. Her fingers twisting in my hair when she was close, pulling my face into her pussy. It was a thrilling sensation, making me want to eat her even more.

My mother brought me to the verge and held me there; the blood pulsating in my rock hard manhood. Her lips and tongue and teeth were sending me to the heights on waves of pleasure. Her quivers became shudders. She clasped my head with her legs, her hands in my hair holding me a willing prisoner at her fragrant cunt. I exploded into her mouth. She never stopped sucking me, nor released her grasp on my hair.

Eventually, as I was going soft, she let go of my hair. I turned to lie next to her. We kissed, exchanging the tastes of each other's cum.

We lay together until I started getting firm again. Mom stroked my shaft, licked it and kissed it until I was ready. It didn't take long. At my young age, I was quite resilient.

Mom laid on her back. She pulled me close, speaking hoarsely in my ear.

"Make me yours, Jim. I am here willingly for you."

She pulled me on top of her, legs spread wide, knees drawn up.

"Fuck me, fuck your mother, Jim," she murmured, as I slid my throbbing manhood into her hungry cunt.

Her words thrilled me. I fucked my mother hard and she responded. Our bodies were slamming each other. My cock was sliding through the slickness of her womanhood; it was hungry for me, wanting to be filled. Mom came and came again with shudders wracking her body. She pulled my face to hers for wet open-mouthed 

kisses. I soared with her, shivers pulsed through my body. My mind was screaming, "I'm really fucking my mother." 

The thought exhilarated me. At the height of her orgasm, I shot my hot load into her. My cum flowing into her as her hips were thrusting into me. She was repeating unintelligible, mindless words. We were devouring each other with our kisses. I collapsed on top of her.

We lay together, spent. We kissed each other, hugged and petted. We slept together in each other's arms. I was naked, but mom still wore her nightie, bunched around her waist with one tit contained and the other exposed.

Mom woke shortly before me. I opened my eyes to see her, head propped on her elbow, looking at me.

"Good morning, Sweetheart," she said. "How did you sleep on our first night together as lovers?"

I spent the day shoveling snow. I had already done much of it, but the wind drifted some of it back. The plows had left a big pile in front of the driveway.

Mom called me into the house several times for hot drinks. She looked lovely. It might have been my perception had changed or maybe it was the "well fucked look". She hugged me every chance she got. I was more than happy to hug her back.

After dinner, I was sitting on the couch. One woman on each side snuggling up to me. All of us were ready for bed, wearing robes over whatever our sleepwear was. Grandma stood. She held out her hand to me. I looked at Mom, who nodded. My grandmother led me to her room and to her bed.

She stood back, slipped off her robe and let it fall to the floor. She stood before me proudly naked, except for a garter belt and nylons. Her slim body awakened my animal lusts. I felt my already hard cock responding as I looked at her. Her grapefruit sized breasts sagged only a little. Her nipples were prominent and her large areolas were dark with a slight reddish tinge. Her stomach was taut, not showing her age at all. Her mound was nicely rounded. I found it to be very erotic. The garter belt framed her gray pubic hair. Her nylon clad legs were lovely.

I dropped my own robe to the floor. I was left with only my shorts. Grandma stepped close and pushed them down. As I stepped out of them, she put a hand on each side of my face and brought it to hers for a kiss. She kissed me softly on the lips and I put my arms around her, pulling her tight to me. I pushed my tongue past her lips to twist around hers. As our kiss intensified, our mouths opened. Our lips ground against each other.

Grandma pulled her head back and told me, "Let's lie down Jim." As we lay facing each other, Grandma said, "Making love is much nicer if you don't get in a rush, Jim. Try kissing me more softly."

She guided me that night. She showed me how women like to be kissed. She steered my lips to her tits, to suck them, nibble them and caress them.

Taking my hand, she led me to her pussy. She taught me how to rub her clit, to fuck her with my fingers. I learned how to find her g-spot and how to excite her with a 'come hither' motion. I thrilled as grandma came. Her mouth on mine; open and wet, our tongues dancing. Her butt lifting, she held me tight with one arm. Her other hand on mine holding it into her cunt. She held me, thusly, until the orgasm had passed.


Wheat Country Ch. 02



Many thanks once again to tangentjoker who edited this story.

All the characters are age 18, or older. This story is about incestuous relationships.

For background I suggest you read the first part of Wheat Country.

*

During my second year at college, I still got home every two or three weeks. I still made love with my mother and grandmother. I still treasured them both.

Three very important events occurred that year, all within a few months.

The first big event was Constance, usually called Connie. She was a student at the same college I attended and the same age as me. We were both twenty. She reminded me a lot of my mother. Maybe that's what first attracted me to her. I have seen a few women like Mom in my admittedly short life. They are rare. They have very plain faces, in some cases they are even homely. Well built, usually nice tits, but they may not be real big. They dress well. Their makeup is expertly applied. They accent the better parts of themselves. They look neat and clean. The big draw of women like these is their femininity. It oozes from them. Men are attracted to them even without a pretty face, or big tits.

Connie was 5' 4" with a very compact body, and tits the size of large oranges. She had beautiful, and well-kept, auburn hair. She usually wore dresses or skirts. She had nice legs to show off. When dressed up, she looked great with nylons and heels.

We were both enrolled in computer related majors so we were taking many of the same courses.

I asked Connie out and she accepted. We hit it off from the start. She was friendly, with a great sense of humor, and intelligent. Like Mom, she kept up with the news.

We were in bed together within a couple of weeks. The experience I had with Mom and Grandma really helped out. Connie was no virgin, but she was lacking in experience. At least quality experience.

I wondered about taking her home to meet Mom and Grandma. She beat me to the punch. She invited me to meet her mother. There was another thing we had in common: Her father had died when she was twelve. That was the same age I was when I lost my father and grandfather.

Let me say something before you get the wrong impression. I love my Mom and Grandma. I didn't plan to leave them. We were lovers, but they had urged me to find a girlfriend, marry, and have children. It did kind of cause me a dilemma, but many insurmountable problems solve themselves. Maybe this one would too.

Connie's mother was a slightly shorter, blond, version of her daughter. Her name was Sonja. She was a little bigger in the tit department, and slightly overweight, but still shapely. A delightful sense of humor complemented an outgoing personality. We spent the weekend, but slept in separate rooms. Connie said she didn't think her mother was ready for more.

A couple of weeks later, we went to visit Mom and Grandma. Mom is named Susan. Grandma is Vera. They gave Connie a warm welcome and tried to make her feel at home. Mom told her flat out that she was welcome to sleep with me. 

"If you do at school, there is no reason not to do it here," was the way Mom put it.

Although we were lovers, we seldom got a chance to spend a whole night together, much less two. With more time than usual I was able to make love with Connie a little more thoroughly than usual.

I went down on her. It was not the first time I had done so, but I didn't often get the chance to do it right. Her pussy hair was trimmed, but just wilder parts. Her aroma was wonderful, I couldn't help comparing it to the other two women in my life. They were all different, but all wonderfully enticing.

She gasped as my tongue slid between the swollen lips of her pussy. Her taste was as wonderful as her scent. I laid beside her. Both of us laid on our sides. My cock was in front of her and she slid her lips over it. We sucked each other, ate each other, and brought each other to glorious orgasms.

We kissed to exchange the tastes of our cum. Connie held my head to her tits as I suckled on them, and nibbled then. She played with my dick and fondled him. She willed me hard again. We fucked then. She pulled me on top of herself, guiding my cock into her willing cunt. I lasted a long time, having just cum for her. I was able to last for her.

We fucked passionately. We switched positions: Connie on top; me on top. Hot, wet, kisses with arms clasping and legs gripping. We satisfied our desires and our lust. There were soft moans, gasps, and sighs. There were the sounds of love and the scents of sex. The rush of orgasms charged through her body. The feel of elation echoed as I felt her cum. We felt the overall sheer joy of pleasing each other.

We had a wonderful weekend. Grandma and Mom thought well of her. When it was time to leave, they hugged her and invited her back.

The women told me, privately, to come home the following weekend. 

"There is something we need to discuss." They explained. I thought it might have to do with Connie.

I was totally wrong. It was the second big event. Mom was pregnant, that was what it was all about. When Mom and Grandma told me the news it floored me. My emotions were jumbled. I was thrilled that I would be a father. Anxiety and worry overcame me as to how would we handle it. What would we do?

I asked the ladies. They were older and more experienced than I. 

"I'm excited about it," I let them know that up front. "I know you have discussed it between yourselves, what are your thoughts? Have you made any decisions?"

"Yes," Mom answered. "I will have to go away before long; probably to a warmer climate. We'll say that I am looking for a place to move to."

"We'll sell the houses, but keep the farmland for the income." That came from Grandma.

"We liked Connie," Mom said. "We are worried that this news will mess things up for you with her."

"How serious is it, with Connie?" Grandma asked.

"We haven't got to the point of telling each other we love them, but I think we are in love. We're not far from saying it.

"I can't help but remember how much I love the two of you. Otherwise, I might already have said something. This news changes everything."

"Don't let it change anything." Mom was emphatic.

Grandma chimed in, "We talked about this; your relationship with Connie. Let things happen. An answer may come to us."

We all slept together that night. Mom was extra horny. I didn't know if pregnancy did that to women or not. She wanted Grandma. She wanted me. She was hot and aggressive. Both women ate the other. I fucked both and ate both. We made a circle of joy. The sounds of ecstasy, the moans, gasps, and the cries of pleasure filled the room. The scents, the aromas of arousal, redolent of love, erotic essences filled the air.

The next night, Mom slept with me alone. She was still horny, even after the night before. I ate her. I fucked her. I made her cum. I fucked her face and filled her mouth with my hot cum. She sat on my face and rubbed her juices on me. I lapped at her nectar and inhaled her essences. We slept. In the morning, we ate each other sixty-nine. We came together. Then we kissed, tasting the cum on each other's face and tongue.

I knew Mom would be leaving soon. At least until after the baby was born. I would miss her, but I was quite sure I would be able to visit her.

That was in March. Most of the snow was gone, but there were still a few patches around. Summer vacation was coming. I could visit Mom then.

I had to leave, to drive back to school. I called Connie to let her know I was back. We agreed to go out for a pizza. I picked her up about an hour later. I was a little distracted, Connie noticed it. She asked me if the was a problem at home. 

"I'm not sure if there is a problem, or not. Mom and Grandma are planning on moving to a warmer climate. They don't know where just yet, but their minds seem made up."

I took Connie back to her dorm. My roommate was home. I shared a two bedroom apartment. We could have just closed the door to my bedroom, but I didn't like the idea of someone overhearing our conversation and lovemaking. Her roommate was in, too. That was even worse. It was only a dorm room. So, there wasn't much chance for sex. I don't know if I could have performed or not, considering the weekend just past.

Mom left about two weeks later. I went home to see her off. Grandma told us to spend the weekend together. 

"Your mother and I have already had our goodbyes." 

Mom was very loving, unlike the last time I had been home. A lot of our time was spent just cuddled together and enjoying the nearness of each other.

We did make love. I sat her in a chair and knelt in front of her inhaling the fragrance of her pussy, and the musky scents of her arousal. I wanted to imprint them on my brain. I tasted her. My tongue licked at her inner lips, her clit, and into her tunnel. It was for the same reason: To impress her flavor on my mind.

I loved to eat my mother's pussy. I loved it when she came. I always adored when she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me by the hair into her aromatic wetness. I loved her flowing juices; her nectar. I loved to fuck her; to plunge my hard manhood into her receptive cunt. I loved to meet her thrusts and to feel her body react to orgasms. I loved her moans, her cries of enjoyment, and cries of endearment. I loved to satisfy her need and her wants. I loved the feel of her naked body, beneath mine, on top of mine, our bare flesh rubbing.

Most of all, I loved it because she did. I love it still.

Mom told me that she was actually excited about the baby. She was even more excited that I was the father. She had done some research on babies born from incestuous relationships. She had come to the conclusion that the odds were pretty good he, or she, would be fine. That put my mind at ease, a little.

She also encouraged me to continue on with Connie. 

"If she's the one for you," she told me. "We were very much impressed with her. Of course, a weekend isn't enough time to really get to know someone. Still, first impressions mean a lot."

Mom planned to go to Nevada first, and check out a couple of other southwestern states. Then check on the Gulf States. Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama. She and Grandma weren't too keen about Florida. They didn't want to move someplace where there was a risk of running into people they knew. They thought that Florida, and possibly Arizona, might be the riskiest in that respect.

I left Monday morning to return to school. Mom got on the road shortly afterward. She had her laptop, so I could expect regular emails.

The next week, Connie and I decided we were in love. We told each other so. It gave me a nice feeling. I really did love her. A week or so later, she told me she had something important to discuss with me. My apartment wasn't suitable, and certainly not her dorm room. We went to a nice restaurant for a good dinner, then drove out into the country. We parked by a large lake.

This was the start of third big event. I was halfway expecting Connie to tell me she was pregnant. She had assured me she was on the pill so I was hoping that wasn't it. What she did tell me would have floored most guys. It didn't floor me.

It was hard for her to get it out. I held her and stroked her. I tried to make things easy for her. Finally, she just blurted it out. 

"Jim, my mother and I have made love together! We still do sometimes."

I was surprised. When I had visited her mother I didn't see, or hear, anything that even hinted at Connie's disclosure. 

I told her, "Connie, that doesn't change how I feel. I love you. That's what counts." 

"Jim, you're not disgusted?" She sounded surprised.

"No, Sweetheart, I'm not."

She threw herself into my arms. Holding me tightly, she covered me with kisses. She repeated, "I love you," over and over.

"I think I have some things to tell you too, Connie," I told her, "but I can't for a few days. Other people are involved. I have to talk to them first." I had to call Mom and Grandma. "Please don't get concerned about what it is about. Everything will be ok."

We got a motel room that night. We laid in each other's arms. We talked about our love and our future. Sometime during the night, we had decided we wanted to be married. We made love a couple of times. We made sweet, gentle love, until orgasms tore through Connie, then it got wild. 

The next day, between classes, I called Grandma. I then called Mom. Mom and Grandma talked. Mom called me back after my last class of the day.

"I'm heading home. I'll be there before the weekend," she told me, "We're not going to let anyone know I'm there. Why don't you arrange to bring Connie for a visit? All three of us can tell her about our relationship.

"I think that Connie should tell her mother that she told you about their relationship, but I guess that's up to her. We'd like to meet her mother, too, but that can wait."

Things were getting complicated in my life. I stepped back and decided to take things one at a time. First, I called Connie. We decided to have dinner again; pizza this time.

After we ate, we drove out to the lake again. 

"I talked to my Mom and Grandma," I told her, "They would like us to come to the farm for the weekend. My mother will be home for a few days."

"Did you tell them about my relationship with my mother?" Connie sounded worried.

"Yes, I did. They're ok with it." I didn't want to lie to her. "Mom did say you should tell your mother that you told me about it.

"I think you should tell her why if you do: That we're in love."

"Telling her will be tough, but I think you're right," Connie mused. "I'll take care of it tomorrow."

The rest of the evening was a lot of "I love yous". Connie straddled me on the car seat and we made love. 

We didn't see each other for a couple of days. We had to study sometime. We did talk every evening. There were lots of emails between us, too. Connie told me that she had talked to her mother. Things were ok. 

"I'll tell you all about it later," she told me.

Friday evening, I picked her up to drive to the farm. 

"I'm pretty nervous," she told me. "I'm afraid about what your folks think of me."

I tried to reassure her. "They know we're in love. They approve."

Connie told me about the conversation with her mother. 

"She was quite upset, at first. She said it was our secret and I had no right to tell anyone.

"I told her we were in love and planning marriage. I told her that I could not be anything but totally honest with you. She eventually came around to my point of view, but it took a couple of phone calls. She's ok with it now. In fact, she's happy you aren't bothered by it. That was her big worry."

At the farm, the two women greeted us warmly. They both hugged Connie warmly. They acted like they were really glad to see her.

Mom wasn't showing a baby bump yet. At least, not one that was noticeable. She figured she was about three months along. She told me that when Connie wasn't present.

"That is, if I'm counting from the right weekend." She laughed after she said that. "Actually," she said, "I don't think it will be long before the baby starts to show."

We had a great dinner. There is a lot to be said for home cooking. After the table was cleared and the dishes were in the washer, we sat at the table. Grandma served us all coffee. She started the ball rolling.

"I suppose we could go into the living room," Grandma said, "but most of the important things with farm families are taken care of at the kitchen table.

"We have a lot to talk about, Connie. Let's start with you. We are thrilled that you and Jim are planning marriage. We are not bothered by the fact that you and your mother have made love."

Mom reached across the table to put her hand over Connie's. "If Jim loves you, we do too. We don't disapprove of your mother, either," she continued, "We'd like to meet her before I have to leave again."

"There's more we have to tell you, Connie," Grandma said. "We're quite sure it will come as a surprise and, quite possibly, a shock."

Connie sat there with a bemused expression.

"I'll get right to the point," Grandma said, "Jim, his mother, and I have been in an incestuous relationship for about two years, since Jim was eighteen. Susan and I go further back than that."

"So, you see, Connie that is why we weren't shocked by your revelation," Mom told her.

I was watching Connie carefully, trying to gauge her reaction. She looked stunned at first. Then she turned to me and threw her arms around me. 

"Jim, I love you! I love you all, your family." 

It was not the reaction I had expected. She laughed and cried at the same time. She rained kisses on my face. I couldn't understand why she was so excited.

When she finally calmed down she explained her reaction. 

"I love Jim," she told Mom and Grandma, "I love him with all my heart. I can't live without him.

"Always at the back of my mind, however, there has been a whisper about, maybe, I really want a woman for a lover. I wasn't a very pretty girl. I didn't have many dates and never a boyfriend. My mother and I were lonely.

"A couple of years ago, when I was eighteen, we tried making love to each other. It was more a case of relieving each other than mutual attraction. It's a long story how we got to that point, but we both enjoyed it. Both of us agreed that we would prefer a man, but our times together were very pleasurable.

"So we kept it up, but only occasionally, until things got serious with Jim, that is."

"Why don't you call her, invite her to come here for a visit tomorrow." Mom said. "It's short notice, but it could be important. She can stay overnight, or longer if she wants to."

Mom ushered Connie into the sitting room, where she'd have some privacy.

Connie came back to tell us that her mother would be driving up the next day. "I had to tell her that it was very important to me. That I needed her here. I do, I think. I told her to be prepared to stay over at least one night."

Mom said to Connie, "There is more you need to know." Mom paused. "I am pregnant with Jim's child. I am excited about it. Both about having a child and the fact that Jim is the father."

Connie ran around the table and hugged Mom, "I'm so happy for you."

I'm still not sure I understood Connie's reaction to all the news, but I was certain now that she loved me and my family, too. I hoped her mother would get along. I thought she would. I had found her to be quite likable.

There was more talk, but mostly about our plans. Mom had found a place about an hour north of Las Vegas. It was far enough that tourists from our area were not likely to show up. It was a small city and Mom said she liked it. She already had a doctor. She was quite comfortable about the medical care she would get for the baby's delivery.

In the meantime, she had been making a few excursions looking for places we might like to relocate to. Her little trips usually lasted a week at the most. She had found several places that she thought were worth another look. 

"I am mostly looking at small cities, or fairly large towns," she told us. "If we find a location we like we can decide about town or country.

"There is one major concern we haven't addressed yet. That is a future for Jim and Connie when they graduate. I'm assuming Connie wants to work."

"I can work from home, I think," Connie answered. "I will probably do something like web design. If I'm good at it, I can set up my own company. I have done some already. I think I can make a go of it."

"It's a little more complicated for me," I said, "but will we be locked into one spot? Could we rent, with the idea of moving when I found a job I like?" I thought about it. "I think that I will have to take a job that keeps me in one spot."




Wheat Country Ch. 02



"You know," Grandma put in, "we have enough money and income that none of us, Jim included, needs to work."

Connie looked surprised. She didn't know that we were pretty well off. She had always thought that we were comfortable, but not to the point of not having to work.

"Well, we're not exactly among the super-rich, Vera," Mom said. "But yes, we could probably swing it as long as nothing went wrong. Don't forget Murphy's Law.

"Jim, this is going to require some thought. I have an idea, but it's kind of vague right now. Anyway, it will have to wait until Connie's mother gets here."

Connie and I went to bed a little early. It had been a big day for both of us. I had a good feeling. Things seemed to be coming together. There were still a lot of unknowns, but we were working on them. I felt closer to Connie than ever. I sensed a similar feeling in her.

She wore a short nightie to bed. She looked beautiful in it. As soon as we were in bed, we embraced. She kissed her way down my body to take my hardening cock in her mouth. She lifted her head to look at me. 

"I want to give you a blowjob," she said.

She licked my cock, sucked me, licked my balls, and behind my balls. She used her tongue, her lips, and her teeth. She took my hands and put them on her head. She grabbed my hand and closed it on a handful of her hair and twisted it. I guessed what she wanted. I wrapped my legs around her body and both hands twisted in her hair then. It was wonderful. It was amazing. When I felt the thrills pulsing through my body, I told her I was cumming. 

Her response was to suck me harder, as she moaned around my dick in her mouth, "Yes, yes, cum for me."

My cum gushed into her warm mouth. Her lips tightened on my cock, and milked me. As I softened, she licked me and cleaned the cum from my dick. She swallowed it all. She then moved to lie next to me, face to face, we kissed hungrily.

"When I get you in me I want you to last a long time," she said. "We need to get you hard again."

Connie fondled my dick, massaged him, and licked him. My hand on her hip urged her to turn so I could eat her. Her pussy was puffy. The lips gapped slightly to show a hint of the red depths. They hinted of that place of joy and of pleasure unimaginable. The pearly beads of nectar on the lips showed her desire, her want, and her need. I licked at them. I inhaled the aroma of her lust. With my fingers, I pushed apart the lips. I gazed at the beautiful pussy of the woman I love. I saw the swollen inner lips. I marveled at the hard little dick that is her clit. I gazed at the opening to her womb, which was ready for me to enter it. I licked at her. I sucked her. I made love to her pussy; to her beautiful cunt. She came suddenly. An orgasm ripping through her without warning. She pushed her hot, wet, muff into my face and rubbed it on me. She smeared me with her essences.

She flipped around to lie facing me, and rolled onto her back, 

"Get on top," she whispered urgently, "and fuck me now." 

I mounted her. My manhood slid into her. I plunged into the tunnel. Her pussy was snug on me. It felt beautiful, perfect, like it was made for me. She was close to another orgasm as I entered her, still on a high from my eating her. She pulled my head to her to lick her juices from my face and to taste the fluids of her lust.

We fucked for a long time. I was able to hold myself back a couple of times. We fucked with me on top, with her on top, with wet, hot, kisses, gasps, and cries of "fuck me." Her orgasms chased each other through her body. She was on fire.

I felt an orgasm building in my body again. There would be no holding it back this time. It was too urgent; too intense. An exhilarating thrill like an electric shock, only immensely pleasurable, tore through me. I shot my cum into my lover's cunt. I collapsed on top of her. She held me there with her arms and legs clasping me to her.

We laid together, closely, and were satiated. We regained our strength. We kissed. We hugged. We petted. We felt the love between us.

We were recovered a little when I said, "That was wonderful."

"It was," she agreed. Then she said, a bit saucily, "I have something to tell you."

"What?"

"When I first met your mother, and again today, I was attracted to her. She turned me on."

"That's hot," I told her, "We can set something up if you want to. How about Grandma," I asked her, "does she turn you on?"

"Yes, she does too. The idea of you making love to them should make me jealous, but it doesn't. When I think of you with them, I get hot. Maybe it's because your mother made me hot before I even knew about you and her and Grandma. When I think of your mother and grandmother making love, that makes me hot, too. Do you think I'm screwed up?"

"No more than the rest of us."

"I have something else to tell you," she said, still saucy.

"Go ahead," I told her, "I'm sure it's interesting. The first thing was."

"My mother was very attracted to you. You really turned her on."

"That's hot, too," I said. "Should I do something about it or maybe should we do anything about it?"

"Not just yet," she replied. "Let's wait a day or two. I think it will depend on how she gets along with your ladies."

I was hesitant to ask, but I was curious. "Do you think your mother would like to join our family?"

"I don't know. That's why I said to wait."

"Do you want to become part of the family with my mother and grandmother? If you don't, I'll understand. When I marry you, you'll be the most important person in my life. You already are."

"Oh Jim, I love your folks. I look forward to whatever develops. You need to keep loving them, too."

I was relieved. "I'm glad you feel that way Connie. They will try to make life pleasant for you." 

We slept naked together. We woke to the scent of sex. The aroma turned us both on. We ate each other sixty-nine style. I inhaled the delicious scent of her pussy, the musk stronger, overlaid with cum. I sucked her and licked her. She licked her cum from my hard cock. She took it in her mouth. She sucked me. She licked me. We came together while holding each other. Our hands twisted in hair. Our legs clasped. Our bodies surged.

We laid like that for a while, head to groin. Finally, we stirred. We dressed in bathrobes and headed for the kitchen. My mother's bedroom door was open. Her bed was still made. I assumed she was with Grandma.

We started the coffee. Then we sat at the table waiting for it to finish. 

"That was a wonderful night," Connie told me softly. "It was beautiful. I feel so content and satisfied."

It was about seven o'clock. I was usually up before six. Mom and Grandma were, too. Everyone was running a little late. Connie was expecting her mother to arrive about noon. The other ladies got up shortly after we did. I got them both coffee and started another pot.

All three women were chatting about a number of things, including the baby.

"Well I'm going for a shower," Mom said. Grandma went with her.

"Would you like to shower together?" I asked Connie.

"That sounds like fun," was the reply.

My shower was a bit more cramped than Mom's or Grandma's, but Connie and I didn't mind the closeness. We washed each other. I sucked her boobs. We dried each other with soft, fluffy, towels. I kissed her muff. She kissed my cock. We would have been back to the bed if we weren't expecting her mother.

Grandma and Mom puttered around the house, making sure everything was presentable. It looked fine to me. Connie helped them where she could.

Sonja, Connie's mother, showed up about eleven. Connie and she hugged like they hadn't seen each other in months. I got a hug from Sonja, too. Then, I introduced her to my ladies.

We all went to the living room. We used that for more formal occasions. The sitting room was where we usually watched TV; stuff like that.

Connie and Mom brought everyone coffee. 

There was mostly small talk until Mom said, "We have a lot to talk about, Sonja, but let's have lunch first." So far everyone seemed to be getting along ok, but Sonja seemed a little guarded.

The lunch was fine. The table was cleared. Everyone was served coffee or wine. Connie and I sat next to each other with our hands clasped. Mom started the ball rolling. 

"Sonja, we are thrilled that Connie and Jim want to get married. Vera and I both think she is a lovely young lady."

"I approve too," Sonja said. "I think Connie and Jim are a perfect match."

"There are some things you need to know about the family she is marrying into," This came from Grandma. "I'll get right to the point.

"Susan, Jim and I have all been involved in an incestuous relationship since Jim was eighteen. Susan and I have been involved longer than that. Since three or four years after we both lost our husbands."

I was watching Connie's mother. I noticed that Connie was, too. Sonja's first expression was one of shock, but it quickly changed to confusion.

Everyone waited for a response from her. 

"This is a real surprise, even a shock," Sonja said uncertainly, "I assume you know that Connie and I have been occasional lovers. So, I can't condemn you for loving each other. I wouldn't want to, anyway.

"My concern is Connie; her well-being, and her happiness."

"That is as it should be," said Mom. 

Connie squeezed my hand. We both stayed silent.

"There is another detail you need to know," said Mom. "I'm pregnant with Jim's child. I'm elated about it."

Sonja's mouth dropped open. She looked at me, then at her daughter. She didn't say anything for about a minute, it seemed much longer. 

Then, she spoke to Connie, "I assume you already knew all this, Connie. Are you ok with it all?"

Connie squeezed my hand again. 

"Yes, I am, Mom," she replied to her mother. "In fact, I'm excited about the baby, too."

Sonja turned back to Grandma and Mom. 

"Is there anything else?" she asked. It could easily have been a sarcastic question, but it wasn't.

"No," Mom smiled. "I think we have covered the main points. We should discuss the future, though."

"I agree about that," Sonja said. "I think I need to talk to Connie." She looked at her daughter and asked, "Why don't we take a short ride, Dear?"

Connie agreed, she gave me a hug, and joined her mother. 

"We shouldn't be too long," Sonja said, "If we get lost, we'll give you a call."

When they had left me and my ladies, we all looked at each other. 

"That didn't go too badly," Grandma said.

"I didn't think so either," from Mom.

"I hope it went well," I put in. "I don't think she could change Connie's mind about marriage. I'd be surprised if she even tried."

"I have a question. Do you want to make Sonja a part of our family group?" I asked. Both women looked nonplussed.

"I hadn't even thought of that," Mom said.

"Well," I told them, "Connie told me that she was very attracted to you, Mom. And you, too, Grandma, once she found out you and Mom are lovers; kind of by extension. I asked her about joining the family as part of our love group. She said she was looking forward to it.

"Connie also told me that Sonja had the hots for me. She implied that she wouldn't object to a three-way with me, her and her mom.

"I'm telling you this in confidence. I think you should know it."

"Things are getting complicated," Grandma said. "How do we put it to Sonja?"

"Maybe Connie will talk to her about it. We might not have to."

Connie and her mother were gone for about an hour. When they returned, both were smiling. They joined us at the kitchen table. Connie sat back next to me and squeezed my hand.

"Connie and I had a nice talk. I think I would like to know all of you better. She had some suggestions, but they will need to meet with your approval. First, I would like to know my future son better."

Connie squeezed my hand, then spoke up. "And I'd like to get to know my mothers better."

"If you mean what I think you mean, Sonja and Connie, we will be thrilled. I think I can speak for Susan, but I'll let Jim say what he likes."

Connie squeezed my hand again. I looked at her. She gave me a slight nod. 

I looked at Sonja and said, "I will be delighted to know Connie's mother better." 

Sonja smiled at me. Connie stood up, went to her and hugged her. She came back to me to hug me and tell me, "I love you."

That was the culmination of the third important event. We would all be one family, a family of love, and of lovers.

There was some small talk for a while then Mom said, "I have been thinking about something, I would like to know what everyone else thinks of the idea.

"First, keep in mind that I will have to leave soon, before anyone knows I'm pregnant. So here are my thoughts: If Jim and Connie got married right away... I mean as soon as possible... Probably within a week, or so... Vera can make sure all the local gossips heard about it and get it into the local paper. Of course, everyone would assume that a quick wedding means a pregnant bride. 

"I'd go back to Nevada until the baby comes. Then, we all come back here. Jim and Connie would let people think the child is theirs. This will give us more time to find a place to relocate to. The only problem I see is if Connie got pregnant before my baby came. Now what do you all think?"

I spoke first. "The sooner Connie and I get married the better I'll feel."

"I agree with Jim," Connie said, "It can't happen soon enough for me."

"Sonja?" Mom asked.

"Offhand, I don't see a problem."

"Vera?"

"I don't see any real big problems until the child gets to school age. We will want to be moved before then. I assume that you will put Jim's name on the birth certificate."

"I had planned to," Mom replied. "Let's all sleep on it tonight. If we decide to go ahead with the wedding, we can go with Jim and Connie when they go back to school. We can get the license, blood tests and all that, and probably have the wedding by the end of the week.

"Even if we don't do the rest of the plan we will have gotten our children married."

Grandma asked Connie, "Can you stay on the pill for another year or so, Dear? That would be essential."

"Yes," Connie replied. "I can do what's best for us all."

We left it at that until morning. Connie and I went to my room to take a nap. The ladies started hustling up dinner.

In our room, Connie said, "I'm a little nervous about tonight. I hope you and Mom get along ok. I'm looking forward to making love with your ladies. I'll like it even more when you're there with me. I know you will be, often, in the future. I'll be back with you tomorrow night."

"I love you so much, Connie," I told her. "You seem to be fitting right in to my family and your mother is, too."

"I'm so lucky that Mom and I found a family like this one. It makes me so happy. It will make my mom happy, too. She's been so lonely since Dad died."

We dozed off then and woke about an hour later. We were both filled with a sense of anticipation for what the evening would bring. There was a little nervousness too. We were venturing onto new ground.



Wheat Country Ch. 03



Many thanks once again to tangentjoker who edited this story.

All the characters are age 18, or older. This story is about incestuous relationships.

For background I suggest you read the first two parts of Wheat Country.

*

Connie and I dozed off. We woke about an hour later. We went to the kitchen for coffee and found our mothers and grandmother chatting like old friends.

Connie and I got coffee and went to the sitting room to leave them alone. "That was nice to see," Connie said thoughtfully. "They're really getting along."

We had all just agreed to unite our families. All of us would love, and make love, with all the others. Both our families had been in incestuous relationships. We were only expanding on love that already existed.

The women called us soon to a very nice dinner they had prepared. Afterward, we sat in the sitting room with wine or coffee. There was pleasant and friendly conversation. My ladies told Sonja and Connie more details about us. Sonja told them about Connie's childhood and herself.

I could feel the anticipation in the air. It was well before our usual bedtime when Grandma said, "I think everyone is anxious about tonight, so I think it's a good time to retire." We all agreed. Sonja stood. She walked to where Connie and I were just rising. She hugged Connie, then stood back. I kissed Connie hard, hugged her tight, then led her to Mom and Grandma. They both hugged her. Each took one of her hands and led her from the room. I held out a hand to Sonja. We went to my room.

With the door closed, Sonja turned to me and put her arms around me. We exchanged a long, but soft, kiss. 

"I haven't been with a man for a very long time, she said. "Since Connie's father died. Please excuse me if I act inexperienced." 

"I'll try to make it nice for you," I told her, "don't be shy about telling me if you want something."

"I won't be."

We sat on the edge of the bed for another kiss. I started working on the buttons of her blouse while she unbuttoned my shirt. We slipped my shirt off, then her blouse. She stood to open the zipper off her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and stood before me in bra and panties.

There are a couple of ways for women to be partially dressed that I find very erotic. One is wearing a skirt, or dress, with no panties. Another is to be clad only in panties and bra. Nylons are a nice extra in both cases, but not necessary.

I drew her to me. I moved to lay my head against the softness of her mound. Her hands gently caressed my head as I inhaled the scents of her body; her wet pussy; the aroma of her juices seeping through the fabric of her panties.

Sonja slid to her knees in front of me. She opened my belt and pants, tugging at the waist as I lifted my hips to help. She pulled them off me. She moved back between my knees. My hard cock was tenting my shorts. Sonja stroked it through the fabric. She hooked her fingers under the elastic of my shorts, to pull them down and off me, following my trousers.

"You're big," she said. She wet her lips and leaned forward to kiss him, her lips on the tip, her tongue licking at my glans. She rubbed my hard cock on her cheek then stood to lie on the bed with me.

"It's been so long," she said softly, "I want it in me, so badly."

I pulled her to me for a kiss that quickly turned hot and passionate. Our tongues danced and dueled. Our mouths were wet and mashed each other's. My hand searched for the snaps to her bra. I opened them and let the bra fall open. Her nipple was hard, erect, and wanted to be sucked.

Sonja pushed her panties down. She kicked them off her feet. She was holding me tightly. She showered me with kisses. 

"You feel so good. Just holding you is so good," she purred.

My hand on her snatch felt the wetness of her juices. I sucked her tits. I bit them. I pushed my finger through the lips of her pussy. I circled her clit; the hard nubbin; the tiny dick that is the center of her passion; her lust. Two fingers slid into her tunnel. She gasped and lifted her hips to me.

Her arms around me urged me. Her spread legs invited me. I knelt between them as she guided my cock into her hot, wet, and willing cunt. She was snug, almost tight. She held me closely and kisses rained on my face.

I was fucking the mother of my future wife.

I fucked her slowly at first. She was hot. She thrust her hips at me. She held me. She looped her legs over mine. Our bodies rubbed, flesh against flesh. She offered her tit for my lips and my teeth. I picked up her rhythm, moving faster, and joined her in her cadence.

Her lustful moans, cries of enjoyment, of fulfillment, rose as an orgasm tore through her body. Her senses honed. Her feelings were alive. The miracle of orgasm, born of lust, gave her pleasures unmatched by any other.

We rolled over. Sonja was on top. She knelt over my cock, straight up, to take it all. She leaned forward to kiss my waiting mouth. Hot. Wet. Sloppy. Kisses. Lips mashed. Tongues danced.

Her body slammed against mine as she slid down my cock. Her clit rubbed on my hardness; on my hard manhood. She rose, again, to an orgasm. It was a hot, intense climax. It was a mind blowing thrill. She cried out in ecstasy as I joined her in bliss, in immeasurable joy. Our orgasms met and fused to produce an exhilaration unrivaled.

My cum exploded into her. It shot into her belly and her welcoming cunt. She laid on top of me as I softened. I held her tightly. She is the mother of my love. She was a gift to me. She was a gift from my Connie. She was a forecast of things to come.

She rolled off me. We laid together holding each other tightly. Neither of us spoke. We exchanged kisses and caresses. The kisses soon began to have an effect on me. My dick began to stiffen as the kisses became open mouthed. Our tongues twisted. Our bodies reacted.

I kissed Sonja's breasts, her navel, and her mound. I kissed her thighs. Her legs parted. Her knees bent. She opened for me. Her hands on my head guided me; led me to her muff; to her center of joy; joy for her; joy for me.

I gazed at her snatch. I viewed the tangle of light brown hair capping it like a crown. The drops of dew on her puffy lips, on her hair, glimmered through the brown mane. Her hand was on her lips. She parted them. Sonja opened them to my gaze. I saw the red of her heat; the hot, swollen, inner lips. Her clit peeked out from behind its shield; unashamed and brazen. She urged my head towards her. I was moved toward her open cunt. It invited me, my tongue, and my lips.

I took in her wonderful aroma. It was a fragrance of lust and of arousal.

I plunged my face into her; her hot, wet, pussy. To lick. To suck. To taste of her juices. Her essences. To sup on the nectar of her desire. Her taste. Her divine taste.

Her hands twisted in my hair. Her legs were over my shoulders. Her heels were on my back. They pressed there. They held me there. I was a prisoner of lust. I was a willing hostage to want and desire. I was bound by my desire to please her, the need to bring her gratification, joy, and exhilaration.

There was a quivering in her body; an orgasm. It was a building orgasm. The quivers intensified with her moans and sharp intakes of breath. Her heels drummed on my spine.

She cried out, "Don't stop, don't stop." 

With incomprehensible sounds, the orgasms tore through her, pleasure unbound.

Even as her legs tightened on me, her hands twisted my hair to the point of pain. 

I heard, "Please stop," sounding faintly through my lust. I reluctantly backed away from the delightful repast; the fragrant banquet.

I moved to lie beside her. She laid with her legs splayed lewdly. She was sated. She closed her legs and turned to me. Her arms wrapped tightly around me. I could feel her exhilaration and her joy.

We laid together. My hard cock pressed against her belly as she recovered her strength. Her hand pulsed on my dick. She slid down my body with quick wet kisses. She lowered to my cock; my hard throbbing cock. She made love to him, my manhood. She kissed and sucked, using her lips, her tongue, and her teeth. She brought me quickly to a point where I could not stop. The electric excitement tore through my body. The exhilaration, the joy of the glorious sensation flowed in my cock. There was a thrill as my cum poured from me, shot into her sucking mouth; her greedy, wanting, receptacle for my hot cum.

She milked me, and licked my softening dick clean. Then Sonja laid beside me to kiss and exchange the tastes of our loving.

She woke before I did in the morning. I opened my eyes to see her looking at me with a slight smile. It was a smile I was happy to see.

She hugged me tightly. 

"Thank you for loving Connie," she told me, "and me too, for that matter."

We got up, then, showered together and dressed. We went to the kitchen. We were the first ones there. I turned on the coffee and found some pastries in the freezer. I popped them into the microwave to warm.

Connie entered. She looked radiant. She ran to her mother. They hugged joyfully. 

"Mom, you look wonderful," she cried out. 

Whatever went on with the women she had spent the night with, it certainly agreed with her.

Mom and Grandma followed soon after. I poured everyone coffee and started another pot.

I looked around at the four women in the kitchen with me. They all looked glowing, happy and well satisfied.

I thought to myself, "My God, I have a harem." Then I thought again. A harem implied each woman loved only me. We all loved each other, as individuals and as a group. "Harem" had connotations of possession, too. I didn't want to possess any of my lovers; only to love them and them to love me.

The talk turned to the night before. Neither Connie nor Sonja was shy about discussing it. Neither were Grandma or Mom.

Connie told her mother and me, "I had a delightful time with Vera and Susan. They are such beautiful ladies."

"And Jim gave me a lovely night, Connie. I feel like it was a gift from you and Vera and Susan. It was wonderful."

Grandma said, "Thank you, Connie, and thank you, Sonja, for those sentiments."

Mother added, "Sonja, if you will spend the night with Vera and I we will be another step towards integrating our families."

"I had hoped to," Sonja replied. "I'm looking forward to it. I get a nice feeling thinking about it."

It was Sunday. We had to make some decisions. Connie and I had to be back at classes the next day.

Mom and Grandma started breakfast. The rest of us retired to the sitting room to get out of the way.

Over breakfast we discussed Mom's idea. Nobody had any big objections. Connie and I were still excited at the idea of getting married right away.

Grandma called one of the better hotels in the college town to reserve a two bedroom suite and a separate room for Connie and me.

Connie's Mom had a job, but she said that she would take some vacation time. It turned out that her husband had left her sufficiently well off that she didn't really have to work. She preferred to, however. Connie's college was paid for out of a trust, but her Mom's job helped.

Mom and Grandma started packing right after breakfast. Connie and her mom cleaned up in the kitchen. I tried to help, but they chased me off. From the sitting room I could hear them whispering and giggling, but had no idea what it was about. I was glad to hear them being happy.

Sonja said she had enough packed for two more days. We ran our laundry and that gave her an extra day. I brought enough from the house to last me.

Connie and I rode in my pickup. On the way, she told me a little about her night with my ladies. She said that Grandma ate her first, then Mom. She ate both of them, combined with some vibrator play. Then they all ate each other in a circle. She was still excited about it. 

"I can't wait to make love with you and Mom together," she said. "We will soon. Before we get married, I think.

"Your grandmother is a really sexy lady. Your mother is too, but I already thought that.

"I'm so happy to be part of your family. Mom is too. She said you made her feel beautiful. She's looking forward to tonight with your mother and grandmother.

We all met at the hotel at about five o'clock. The three older women would be staying in the suite. There were two bedrooms, but it was obvious, from the way they were eying each other, that only one would be used. Connie and I were in the separate room. It was on a different floor.

We had dinner at the hotel restaurant. We all went to the suite afterwards. Connie and I stayed for a while then went to our room. We wanted to leave the older women alone to get acquainted.

Connie and I were shedding our clothes as soon as the room door closed. We were on the bed eating each other moments later. I think watching the three older women flirting turned us both on. We had a beautiful night.

I won't go into all the details of the sex that wonderful week. Although I may mention a few of the high points. Otherwise, I will simply say that there was a lot of getting acquainted. Connie and her mother continued to fit into the family. I could sense a feeling of unity between all of us. 

We went for our blood tests, the next day, after classes. Mom and Grandma arranged for a minister to do the wedding. They had left the choice of a church wedding or a civil ceremony up to us. Neither of us was very religious, but neither of us was an atheist, either. We decided on a church wedding, even though it would be lightly attended.

The church was the same denomination as the one Grandma and Mom attended at home. I think Grandma was figuring on the word getting back home. 

Grandma stayed with me that night. Connie was staying with Mom and her mother in the suite. I hadn't been with Grandma for quite a while. Not since the weekend they had told me Mom was pregnant.

It is the women who decide who is with whom and when. I seldom have a say. I don't know how they decide. I have never asked.

I was very happy when Connie told me that Grandma would be with me. We kissed. I brought her to Mom and Sonja. Then I took Grandma's hand. Instead of going to the room Connie and I occupied, we decided to use the second bedroom in the suite. I went to our room for a toothbrush and a change of clothes. When I got back, everyone was gone to one bedroom or another.

Grandma was waiting for me. She laid on the bed naked except for a garter belt and nylons. She knew how much it turned me on. We had a beautiful night together. We woke up snuggled tightly.

We were going for the license Wednesday, but first Connie and her Mom had to go home, Tuesday, to get her birth certificate. They packed some more clothes while there. They got back quite late. I was in the room with Mom when they got back. Connie came in and sat on the edge of the bed. She kissed both of us, open mouthed, with lots of tongue. Mom drew her down on the bed with us. Together, Mom and I got her clothes off.

Mom and I were already hot, we had been playing with each other while waiting for Connie. I don't know how much longer we could have waited. 

"This is your night, Connie," Mom told her. "You can tell us what you would like."

"Both of you!" was Connie's response. 

Mom and I both played with her for a while, kissing her tits, massaging her clit, and fucking her with our fingers. We exchanged hot kisses. She was soon wet and ready. It was another wild night. We ended in a circle. Loving. Being loved. Pleasuring. Being pleasured. The sounds. The scents of our bliss. The senses were on overload. Flesh was against flesh. Mouths were sucking, licking, and loving.

We fell asleep tangled in each other's arms and legs. I slept well and woke up to the delightful scent of sex, hot women, and cum. Mom and Connie were already awake. They were sitting closely together, naked, at the table and drinking coffee. I got up myself and joined them after a trip to the bathroom.

"We'll get our license today and, if nothing goes wrong, we'll be married Saturday," Connie said. "I hope you're as excited as I am," she said to Mom, "I love your son so much."

"I am excited," my mother replied. "So is Vera. We're also excited about you and your mom. You are both perfect fits for our family."

We went to the suite. Sonja and Grandma were there, waiting for us. They both had a well fucked look, although well loved is probably more appropriate. Sonja told Connie it had been a fantastic night.

We had to skip a couple of classes, but we got our license with no problem. Grandma and Mom were looking for an apartment for us. They couldn't find what they thought would be suitable, but they did find a small house in a nice neighborhood. We would be able to catch a bus to classes, even though we both had vehicles of our own.

Sonja was making the final arrangements for a wedding dinner. There was going to be a small reception at the church. We were inviting a very few friends; about ten. My roommate, for instance, was going to be my best man. Connie's roommate would be her bridesmaid. The dinner was going to be family only. Sonja also arranged for corsages for the women and a bouquet for Connie.

We were all together again for dinner at the hotel restaurant. The ladies were all chattering about what they had to do the next day. I just listened.

With dinner over, I took Connie on one arm, her mother on the other, and we went to the suite. Mom and Grandma went to the room. They had offered to switch with us at dinner.

Connie took some personal stuff to the women in the room and brought back a few things we would need in the morning.

While she was gone, Sonja and I undressed each other. It was down to shorts for me; bra and panties for her. She was wearing a garter belt with nylons. The sight of her sent a thrill through me. I knelt in front of her and pressed my head into her mound, absorbing the scent of her lust. My cock hardening with the thoughts of the upcoming night. I rubbed my cheeks against the nylon clad thighs, then I stood. I wanted to wait for Connie before we got too far along.

We sat, closely together, on the edge of the bed waiting for Connie to return. She wasn't long. We laid on the bed with me in the center. No matter how often it happens, I don't think the day will ever come that I am not excited by the feel of a hot, naked, woman on each side of me.

"It's been a while since you two got together isn't it?" I asked.

"Yes," Sonja said. "We thought about it when we went home the other day, but we decided that it wouldn't be a good way to start off with our new family."

"I've been really looking forward to tonight," Connie put in.

"I get really turned on watching two women make love," I told them, "especially when I love them both." 

"Oh, Jim," Connie said smiling, "that's wonderful." She climbed over me to her mother's arms. I slid over a little, out of the way. I watched as Connie and Sonja hugged each other tightly and kissed hard, open mouthed.

Sonja slid down to the middle of the bed and brought Connie with her. It was obvious that they had done this before. They kissed each other. They worked their way down, paused to nibble on the other's tits, and moved to the mound. They were both hot, horny, wanting each other, right there and then. They slid to each other's crotch, mouths opened. Tongues darted and licked. Lips sucked. They buried their faces in each other's hot cunt.

I watched them - mother and daughter - sucking, licking, and eating. I reveled in the moans, gasps and cries of satisfying sex. I stroked my hardening cock, but lightly, and slowly. I wanted to cum in them. I wanted to cum in them both, in their cunts, and their mouths. I wanted them hot, horny, and ready.

It was an erotic sight. Nylon clad legs clasped on naked bodies. I watched the hot women's bodies; hot desirable bodies. Heads were buried between clasping thighs with moans, gasps, and scents. Hands were in hair, pulling and twisting.




Wheat Country Ch. 03



It was another wonderful night.

The next day, Thursday, Connie and I went to classes. We met afterwards to buy our rings. I let Connie pick them out. She has better taste in jewelry than I do. The other ladies were buying furniture for the house. They insisted that it had to be delivered that day. Then they arranged things for us.

That night, Connie slept with Grandma in the smaller suite bedroom. I was with Sonja and Mom in the main bedroom. That made two nights in a row that Sonja and Mom were together. They really seemed to hit it off together, in bed or out.

I was at the table, the next morning, with Mom and Sonja when Connie came out of the suite bedroom. She looked beautiful. She hugged me tightly. 

"Jim, your grandmother is so wonderful,"

Connie and I had to make classes again. We didn't want to miss too many. The ladies went shopping for linen and kitchen stuff. Mom said we could get more from home.

The following day would be our wedding day. We all had dinner at the hotel restaurant and went to the suite afterwards. We were all sitting around in the living room area when Connie spoke up.

"I've been thinking about something," Connie said. "It seems to me that we are all marrying each other. Although the ceremony may be about Jim and me." She paused. "Suppose we all considered him and me as symbols. Symbols of the union of our families. We could all meditate on that concept during the service. In our eyes, it would be a rite of unity, of harmony, and of love.

"And yes, I mean marriage between me and Mom, and Jim and his Mom and Grandma. After the ceremony, you would no longer be Moms, or Grandmas, everyone would be called by their name.

"We will all be related by love," She finished.

"What a beautiful thought," Grandma said. "We would be truly one family."

"I love the idea," Sonja said.

"It feels so right," put in Mom.

"There is one thing more we need to do," Connie said. "The wedding night must be all of us together, celebrating our union. It must be a physical union as well as a spiritual one.

"Jim and I are serving as symbols, as much as I would like him all to myself that night, I must remember that the marriage is amongst all of us."

"Each of us wed to all. I think it is a magnificent concept." Mom said.

Everyone agreed it was wonderful idea. We prepared for bed. Connie and I were going to be alone together in the separate room. Our last night as single people. The other three ladies would be together in the suite.

Connie and I went to the room leaving the three older women eying each other and making suggestive comments. When we got to the room Connie gave me a long kiss. 

"I think you need to keep your strength up for tomorrow night," she said, "but I want you to myself tonight."

"I guess I can survive on only one orgasm," I said, "but I can give you as many as you want."

"Umm, sounds nice," Connie said softly, "let me get my nylons on."

That was another great night, being alone with Connie. How I loved to eat her. How I loved to make her cum.

The next morning, our wedding day, we met the older ladies at the suite. We had a breakfast planned at the restaurant. 

We were having coffee when Connie said, "I've been thinking about something. During the ceremony, when we get to the part about 'I take thee for my lawfully wedded' and so on. We each could say silently, 'I take all of you for my lawfully wedded spouses.' We can follow along with the ceremony as it goes along, substituting the words we want, in our minds.

"Later, we can all make a vow together, silently. In fact, I think we could do it before we left the church. Others will think we're praying. We would be, in a way."

My usually pragmatic grandmother said, "That is a beautiful idea, Connie. I'm for it. How about everyone else?" 

We all agreed. 

Sonja said, "Let's all say something like, 'I hereby bind myself to all these others. To love, honor and cherish, etc.'"

Connie thought that sounded good. If we all didn't get the words quite right the meaning was still there.

We all agreed. It was time to dress for the wedding. Sonja and Connie had brought their outfits back with them when they went home for the birth certificate. All the women were dressing in the suite. I was banished to the separate room.

Mom had rented a limousine to transport wherever we had to go. I met the ladies back at the suite. Connie looked lovely in a simple white dress. The other women all looked nice, too.

The ceremony went fine. We all silently thought the words we had composed for our group wedding. At the end of the ceremony, while Connie and I kissed the other women came forward. We all joined hands and took a moment to say our silent vows.

At first, I thought it all sounded a little hokey. It really didn't work out that way. Especially since we all took our union seriously. As I said the words to myself I realized what a great step it was we were all taking. I did take our union seriously. The others did, too.

The ceremony was over. We adjourned to the church basement where some of the church ladies had laid out a nice lunch. We spent a couple of hours there. We talked to old friends and basked in congratulations from them. I saw Grandma, excuse me, Vera slip an envelope to my former roommate. I found out, later, it was enough money to cover my half of the rent for the rest of the year.

Once the reception was over, we took the limousine to the restaurant for the wedding dinner. It was in a private room at one of the town's best restaurants. We all overate, but no one drank very much. Then it was the limo again, and back to the hotel.

Vera paid for the limo along with a very good tip. The driver had done a good job. Back in the suite, we sat in the living room area with coffee (or wine) talking about the events of the day. There was a sense of anticipation in the air, much like the previous Saturday evening when Sonja and Connie had first joined our group.

Susan, Vera and Sonja stripped the beds in both bedrooms, using the blankets to set up a large sleeping area in the suite living room. They found more blankets in the closets and added them to the bed. There were a couple of quilts that added a little softness. The whole thing was covered by a couple of sheets.

Looking at it brought back memories of the first time Vera and Susan had taken me to bed together. I don't count the first time when I had caught them making love.

Vera dimmed the lights in the suite. We all undressed. All four of the women wore garter belts and nylons. Vera set out a collection of vibrators.

It was a wonderful night. The first time all five of us had been together for sex. It got a little confusing at times. The night started with the four women making a circle of love around me. They ate each other until all had several orgasms. I was in the middle, with my dick hardening. I noticed that none of the women were eating a member of their original family. Connie was down on Susan, Susan's face was buried in Sonja's crotch, Sonja was eating Vera and Vera closed the circle sucking at Connie's clit.

The sight of four almost naked women, except for garter belts and nylons, was almost more than I could take. Not to mention the sounds of orgasm, gasps, moans, squeals, and muffled cries of "Don't stop." There was the scent of hot woman times four. The sight of nylon clad legs, bare tits and beautiful bare asses was overwhelming.

When the circle broke up, a couple of the women were ready to faint from incessant orgasms. Each of the women took a couple of sucks on my throbbing cock. Then Vera straddled me to impale herself on my manhood. She leaned down to let me suck her tit. When I wasn't sucking her boobs, we were exchanging hot, wet, kisses.

I noticed Connie and Susan played with vibrators. Sonja laid on her side, rubbed her clit, licked her lips and watched Vera and me. If I hadn't cum with Connie, the night before, I wouldn't have been able to keep from cumming while watching the women in a circle. As it was, I didn't last long with Vera. She did cum, though. She was all ready to when she started to ride me. I shot my load into her hot cunt before I really wanted to. She rode me until I was too soft to stay in her.

Vera and I laid closely, exchanging kisses, as Sonja moved up next to me on the other side. Vera and Sonja both played with my cock and brought me back to a rigid state.

As I started to get hard, Vera rolled away from me to lie on her back with her nylon sheathed legs splayed. Susan went down on her. Susan laid between Vera's thighs. Susan's tongue licked at my cum which seeped between the puffy lips of Vera's cunt. Connie laid next to Vera. The two exchanged hot kisses. Connie used one hand to thrust a vibrator into her pussy.

When Sonja was satisfied with my hardness, she straddled me. She took my cock into her snug pussy. I lasted a lot longer with her. We rolled over a couple of times. She had several orgasms as I pumped my manhood into her.

The room was perfumed with the orgiastic scents of hot women. It smelled of the perfume they had worn for the wedding, of the pheromones we were all putting out, of hot cunts, fresh sweat, man cum, women cum, and pussy juices. It was a delightful erotic blend of aromas.

When I shot my cum into Sonja, she rolled off me. Susan moved up on the opposite side and they both fondled my cock.

That's the way the night went. It was late when I fucked Connie. It took me a long time to cum. She had several wonderful orgasms before my cum finally gushed into her welcoming cunt. When she finally rolled away from me, Sonja was waiting to eat my cum from her pussy.

I dozed off for a while. I think the women were still pleasuring each other in no particular order. I woke up later. Connie and Vera were sleeping, but Susan was awake. I crawled over to her. She spread her legs lewdly. Susan guided my head to her hot pussy. I laid on my belly, eating my mother-groupwife, as she shuddered with orgasms ripping through her body.

When I woke in the morning, someone had put on a pot of coffee. It was quite late, but there was a "Do not disturb" sign on the door. We wouldn't be interrupted by the housekeepers.

The scents in the room were strong, much like the previous evening, but more intense. No one got dressed, but a couple of us put on bathrobes. We made a light lunch with food we had brought.

After lunch, we all laid on the mat we had made. There was still a lot of sex play but not as much as the night before. I ate Connie. I loved it when she wrapped her nylon clad legs over my back with her heels drumming on my spine. Her scent had a strong musky tinge. It was a stimulating fragrance signaling her arousal; her heat.

I ate Vera too. She has such a beautiful pussy. It is warm, wet and inviting with a very alluring scent.

Sonja was the last one I ate. She, too, had a couple of magnificent orgasms. Her aroma was very strong. My tongue reveled in the tart sweet taste of her juices. I could taste a tiny tinge of piss. It all made a delightful blend. 

It was getting to be late afternoon when we decided to wrap things up. We tore our big bed apart and made the beds. We all had showers. It was a nice big walk-in. Connie and I showered together, then the three older women.

We all went to the hotel restaurant for dinner. The three older ladies decided to stay in the big suite bedroom. Connie and I would be alone for the night. We opted for the separate room. We had no good reason except that was where most of our stuff was. Connie and I, for the first time, didn't have sex when we slept together. We were both completely sated.

The next day, Connie and I skipped classes. We all went to our new house and set things up. Vera said that the rent and utilities would be paid by the united family. We could move in anytime, but decided to stay at the hotel for a few days, until our folks were ready to leave. We did move out of the separate room to the suite.

We had a business meeting after dinner. We were all so excited about uniting our families that we hadn't discussed finances in any depth.

We (Vera, Susan and I) were pleasantly surprised to find that Sonja and Connie were quite well off. Even better, they were willing to pool their funds with ours. Sonja said she thought she would sell the house, but would probably wait until the baby was born. That money, too, would be part of the united family's finances.

We also agreed that the support for any children born to the family would come out of the combined funds. That left the question of money for the individual members of the family. Susan explained that there was a steady income from farmland rents, and other investments. She offered to look over any investments that Connie and Sonja might have. The general idea was to pool all our money. Invest it for income to distribute among family members; after a portion was reinvested.

We also discussed setting up a corporation for our investments. Susan thought it might be the best plan. She said she'd look into it.

The bottom line, as Susan put it, "We should be at least as well off, probably better." She continued, "We need to make long term plans. I think any home we buy, when we decide where to settle, will cost considerably more than what we will get for the farm houses. Sonja's house is probably in a better location."

We stayed at the hotel a couple of more days. Susan was preparing to go back to Nevada. She gave us a package of pictures, with notes, of places she thought might be prospective areas for our new home. She promised more as she found them. She told us that we should start narrowing the list down and suggested visiting some of them we thought we might like.

Sonja was going back home. She still had her job to consider. She planned to visit the farm on weekends or Vera would visit her. Connie and I would join them wherever they were.

Summer vacation would be coming up in a couple of months. We would use that time to visit Susan and look over prospective areas for relocation. 

So you see, sometimes big problems solve themselves, if you let them.



Wheat Country Ch. 04



Many thanks once again to tangentjoker who edited this story.

All the characters are age 18, or older. This story is about incestuous relationships.

For background I suggest you read the first two parts of Wheat Country.



Connie and I both finished our second year of college with good grades. We had enjoyed our almost honeymoon in our little rental house. It had two bedrooms. One of them was on the small side. We set that one up as a computer room and study area. We also set up a couple of desks in the living room. We were able to fit a couch and two chairs in there, too. We were keeping the house through the summer so we'd have it again the following school year.

We had spent most weekends at the farm or at Sonja's. It was usually four of us, but about once a month Vera or Sonja was off visiting Susan. A couple of times, Vera and Sonja went together.

Susan was still in Nevada. Her pregnancy still wasn't very obvious, but it was definitely showing. Her doctor said everything looked fine. She still had no real problems traveling to scout out possible relocation areas. It was on those trips where some of us would meet her. Connie and I only met with her once. She made a little detour to Oklahoma City. We met her there. It was a beautiful weekend.

Sonja had given notice at her job. We were all free to travel. To visit locales that Susan thought were likely relocation prospects. The plan was that we would make two teams. We thought we would be able to meet often and, if the mood took us, to change partners. We could even stay as a group for a while.

Connie and I wanted to visit Susan in Nevada before we did anything else. Sonja and Vera would be joining us there after a few days. Sonja had a few things to wrap up before they left.

Our goal that summer was to narrow down the selection. Some areas we could probably eliminate immediately for a variety of reasons.

Connie and I traveled to Nevada to visit Susan. She had rented a nice house in a good neighborhood. She was renting some of the furniture but most she had bought used.

Susan is my mother, but was no longer "Mom". We were now members of a group marriage. Our united family. Still, I couldn't help the feeling I had for my mother. There was a little more love than for the other members, except Connie. Not sexual love, lust, or whatever you want to call it. Although that was part of it. What I'm talking about is more like a spiritual love. She, Susan, was carrying my child. It was even more of a reason for the love I felt.

My love for Connie had much of the same spiritual aspect. We were legally married, and I had fallen in love with her. That said, I must emphasize that I tried to have equal love for all the members of our united family. I didn't mention the extra feelings for Susan and Connie, not even to them. 

It was midafternoon when we arrived at Susan's. She was very glad to see us. She covered us both with kisses and couldn't stop hugging either of us. We finally ended up in a three-way group hug. She served us coffee. We caught up on things, then brought our bags in from the car. Susan was hot and horny. 

"I've been thinking of your arrival for days," she said. She took our hands and led us to the bedroom without waiting for us to unpack.

Susan changed into a negligee that had both Connie and I drooling. Connie stripped down to bra and panties. Not to be outdone, I disrobed except for shorts. Susan laid between Connie and me and opened the negligee to show us the baby bump. My baby. I couldn't help feeling a touch of pride.

I leaned down to kiss the baby. She caressed my head as I did. Connie was kissing Susan's tits and nuzzling her neck. I let my hand drift down to Susan's twat. 

"I missed you all so much," she said.

"Connie," she said, "I haven't had a man since the wedding. I really would like Jim to take care of me. Is that ok with you?"

"Of course it is," Connie replied. "But why don't you let me warm you up first?"

"That sounds nice," Susan replied. "I hope I don't monopolize Jim."

"Susan, you can have Jim all you want, any way you want," Connie told her. "Me, too, for that matter. I'm all yours any way you want, all you want. We have missed you so much."

Connie leaned over to kiss Susan. She started working her way down Susan's body. I knelt behind Connie as she nibbled on Susan's tits. I unhooked her bra and let it fall open. Next, I pulled her panties over her hips and off. Even with Connie cooperating, it was a little clumsy but we managed to get them off.

Susan put a pillow under her butt, to raise her hips and position her muff for easier access. Connie was between her splayed legs. After inhaling Susan's scents, she licked at the drops of dew on the swollen lips. Her tongue slipped into Susan's pussy. A gasp from Susan showed her satisfaction and her pleasure.

Connie's bare ass looked very inviting. I could see her pussy between spread thighs as she half kneeled and half laid on her belly. It wiggled delightfully as she ate Susan's cunt.

Susan held out her arms to me. I moved up next to her. She was showing signs of an oncoming orgasm as her arms pulled me to her for a kiss. She was shuddering in ecstasy as our wet mouths ground against each other with our tongues twisting.

Her legs were clasped on Connie holding her, gladly, at Susan's pussy. One hand that had been holding me was now wrapped in Connie's hair. Susan was rising to another orgasm. The sounds of orgasmic bliss muffled as she pulled my face back to hers for more hot, wet, kisses.

As Susan's orgasm neared a peak Connie pulled away from her. 

"Now Jim," she said.

Connie got out of the way, letting me take her place between Susan's thighs.

I didn't have much experience, think not any, with pregnant women. I didn't know if I could hurt her or our baby if I lay on top of her. Or, how much pressure she could take. Susan wrapped her legs around my waist, raising her hips enough to let my hard manhood slide smoothly into her ready pussy. That beautiful, hot, wet, pussy.

Connie laid next to her. They kissed, sucked each other's tits, and kissed again. Susan held one arm up to me. The other was around Connie. I leaned down to her and she met me with wet kisses. Connie next to her, both women rained kisses on me. Hot women and hot kisses. It was wonderful. I plunged my hard cock into my mother as she raised her hips further for me. My hot cum gushed from me and filled her receptive pussy; her hot receptacle for my love and our lust.

As I softened, I moved back. Connie was there, ready to take my place. She went down on Susan again. She licked my cum as it seeped between Susan's lips.

I heard a gasp from Susan as Connie's lips slid between her labia to her clit. She licked and sucked, excited Susan's clit, and kept her aroused.

Susan and I kissed; a hot, open mouthed, wet kiss. Our lips mashed together. 

"Do Connie," she gasped.

I flipped over and reached for Connie. She responded eagerly, even while keeping her mouth at Susan's muff. Susan turned on her side to give us all access to each other. My cock was in front of her, far from hard. She pulled me to her and licked the blend of her cum and mine from my flaccid dick. She started me back toward a new hard-on.

I buried my face in Connie's wet, hot, snatch. My tongue pushed its way between the lips of her pussy. I licked at her clit, her inner lips, and into the tunnel to her womb.

With Connie and Susan both cumming, the sounds of orgasms soon had me completely aroused again. Susan's lips on my hard shaft had the blood rushing to my cock. She pulled back, saying, "Fuck me again."

Connie heard her. She ceased her lapping at Susan's twat. She got out of my way and I knelt between Susan's thighs as I had earlier. This time, Susan pushed another pillow under her butt to raise it a little higher.

Connie laid next to her. They were exchanging hot kisses as my manhood slid into Susan's warm cunt. Connie rose and straddled Susan's face. Susan's hands clutched her hips as she brought her face to Connie's pussy. It was much as Connie had done for her.

As I plunged my cock into Susan, Connie leaned back against me and into my arms. Susan lifted her head further to stay with Connie's muff. Connie put a pillow under Susan's head for comfort. My hands were caressing Connie's tits, tweaking the nipples, and pulling them. Connie's hands held Susan's head. One on either side, and guided her. They lead her to where Connie wanted to be sucked and licked.

As Susan neared an orgasm, she was becoming more enthusiastic eating Connie. The thrust of her hips into me was stronger, too. Soon, I had two women experiencing orgasms. The sounds alone aroused me more, even as my already hard dick plunged into Susan. I felt the onset of another climax.

My hard cock in Susan, she eating Connie's pussy, Connie's body nestled against mine. It was more than I could stand. I couldn't hold myself back. I shot my cum into Susan's pussy as she pushed her face harder into Connie's hot muff.

As I softened, I backed away. Connie flipped around and went down on Susan. They ate each other, sixty-nine style, as I watched. I would have liked to bury my own face in either of their hot, wet pussies but I loved watching them almost as much.

When both were satisfied, they broke apart. We all exchanged kisses and laid together as we dozed off.

When I woke, I was alone. I put my shorts on and headed for the kitchen. I could hear laughter and women's voices before I got there. Connie and Susan were seated at the table catching up on events.

"Jim. Get some coffee and sit down," Susan said.

"Vera and Sonja will be here in a couple of days," Connie said. "Susan wants to go shopping to make sure we have enough food."

"We can do it tomorrow," Susan said. "For now, why don't you take your bags upstairs? Put them in the main bedroom for now."

Susan and Connie got together to make dinner. While we were eating, Susan told us about something she had run into on the internet. 

"I was looking up sites about incest, trying to find one with some factual information. About things like raising the children, things like that.

"I ran across a veiled reference to something called Merged Families. I haven't had much luck tracking it down. You two are computer experts, or at least you're studying about it. Maybe you can find out more." We told her we'd give it a try.

Susan went on to talk about places she'd been on her trips to scout for our new home. 

"I've found several places I like more than others," she said. "But I still haven't seen one that I really fell in love with. I thought I'd like to travel some more this summer, while I still can. I'll probably travel with some of you. We'll talk about it when the others get here."

Connie laughed, "Speaking of the others, if we're going to have a family love-in we need to cut Jim back to once a night or day."

Susan laughed too. "But you and I don't have to cut back, Connie. Starting tomorrow you're on a sex diet, Jim"

We went to the living room where Susan had her computer set up. She showed us the Merged Family reference she had found. It was rather vague, but it was on a site that covered incest as well as a few other sex and family related subjects. 

"We'll see what we can find out," Connie said. "It may take a few days, or even much longer."

We all sat on the couch. I was in the middle with the women on either side of me. We were watching TV, but not with a lot of interest, when Vera and Sonja called. Susan put it on the speaker so we could all hear. They were leaving in the morning. The trip would take two long days but, with both of them driving, it wouldn't be too bad.

"We have a lot to talk about," said Susan, "I hope you can stay for a while." They assured her they would. Everybody said goodbye with a chorus of "Love you."

We went to bed shortly afterward. The women put on nylons, laughing together. We all ate each other in a circle of love. It was delightful. I inhaled the scents of hot pussy, reveling in the fragrances of lust. I shot my cum into Connie's warm mouth. Both women came as Susan ate Connie and I ate Susan. I had already cum twice that day. I didn't feel up to trying for a fourth time, especially with a big night coming up.

We all fell asleep after that. I was the first to wake in the morning. I went to the kitchen, started the coffee, and then headed for the bathroom. I was brushing my teeth when Connie came in. She hugged me from behind. She didn't say anything. She didn't have to. Her hug indicated her love.

Susan woke a half hour later. We ate a light breakfast. No one felt like cooking. Then we showered and dressed. The shower in the master bedroom, where Susan slept, was a nice big walk in. It was plenty big enough for three. Four might have been a little crowded. The shower in the other bath was a tub/shower combo.

We went to a local supermarket and bought enough food to last a week, or more, for five of us. Back at the house, we unloaded and put everything away. I laid down to take a nap. Susan and Connie were puttering around the kitchen.

I woke up about an hour later. We had a late lunch then went to one of the local casinos for the afternoon. I played some five dollar blackjack. I won a little. I lost it back. I ended up a bit ahead. Connie played blackjack, too. She did a lot better than I did. Susan played slots, but the low limit ones. None of us appeared to be big time gamblers.

We had dinner at the casino. Then we went home pleasantly stuffed. Connie and I had a drink together while Susan drank herb tea, then went to bed early. Unusual for all of us, but we were not in the mood for sex. We were feeling warm love towards each other. The other members of our united family (groupwives?) would be arriving the next afternoon. We were all looking forward to that. Maybe we were saving ourselves for them. We fell asleep snuggled together.

When I woke in the morning Connie was gone, but Susan was still sleeping soundly. I followed the smell of coffee to the kitchen. I got myself a cup and found Connie at Susan's computer. She was trying to find something about Merged Families.

"I've only made a little progress," she said, "but it does seem that incest is more common than is generally thought. I'll send what I've found to our laptop so we can follow up after we leave."

Susan appeared, coming from the kitchen with a cup of coffee in her hand. We told her what Connie had found so far. We spent most of the day catching up with laundry from our travels. We got things ready for the arrival of Vera and Sonja. Susan remarked that they would be too tired for a love-in when they got here. So we shouldn't figure on it the first night.

Sonja and Vera arrived in late afternoon. There were lots of hugs and kisses. We all sat at the kitchen table catching up on things. Connie and I went out to their car to bring their bags in. They had brought two big quilts from the farmhouse, too. I didn't have to ask what they were for.

While I was getting the bags, the sleeping arrangements were decided on. Connie told me she and I would be in the second bedroom. She said that I should put Sonja's and Vera's bags in the master bedroom and then move our stuff. That made sense. Susan hadn't been with Vera and Sonja much since the wedding. They did have occasional weekends, of course, but it had been a while since one of those.

Susan said that there were lots of things to talk about. She said that we should all sit down together for at least several hours. But we could do that anytime, as long as we were all there. In fact, Susan thought it would take more than one day to go through everything. Sonja and Vera agreed. They had a couple of things to discuss, too.

I made everyone drinks and tea for Susan. Vera and Sonja relaxed on the couch while Connie and Susan fixed supper. I went to the bedrooms and got more things that Connie and I might need that night.

Connie called us when supper was ready. 

While we were eating, Vera said, "Sonja has been discussing something with me. I'm in favor of it, but we need to hear from the rest of you."

Sonja spoke up, saying, "What it is about is, I think I would like to have another baby. A child for the family. I am still fertile, and now is about the right time in my cycle to get pregnant. I quit taking the pill a month ago.

"If you are all in favor, that means I will have to have sex with Jim regularly for the next few days."

Connie clapped her hands and said, "That's wonderful."

Susan also agreed. "I think my baby would like a sister or brother."

Everyone looked at me. "The only problem I see is whether, or not, we can afford it. I get the impression we can."

Susan replied, "Yes, it won't be a problem. I've already included provision for more children in my projections. We'll be going over them this week."

"We might as well start right away," Vera declared. "Sonja can go with Jim and Connie tonight." She looked at Susan who nodded. Connie and Sonja indicated agreement, too. I didn't get a say. That was one of the few times I ever saw the women decide who was with who and when. Even then, it was really only an adjustment and not the full process.

After dinner, Sonja and I moved her suitcase to the second bedroom Connie and I had moved our stuff to earlier. Sonja was acting excited, although she didn't say anything about the upcoming night.

We went back to the living room for a while. There was some small talk for an hour or so. Connie said she was ready for bed. Everyone else agreed. I took Sonja by one hand, Connie by the other, and we went to the bedroom. Vera and Susan went to the other. It was a long time since Susan and Vera had been alone together. They appeared to be looking forward to it.

Sonja and Connie had both laid out sleepwear. Connie and I undressed Sonja. She put on a short, very sheer, nightie. Then she and I undressed Connie. Connie stayed naked. Both women turned to me. Connie was working on my shirt, while Sonja knelt and opened my pants. She pulled them down and helped me step out of them. Connie had my shirt off at about the same time. Sonja reached for my shorts. They followed my pants.

I was rock hard. Sonja stroked my hardness and gave me a couple of sucks. She stood up and laid on the bed. She pulled me down with her and Connie followed. Connie and I laid on opposite sides of her mother, Sonja. Both of us caressed Sonja's tits.

Connie reached across Sonja and pushed me onto my back. My hard dick was standing erect. Sonja straddled me and lowered herself onto the steely rod with a sigh of satisfaction. Connie straddled my face. I buried my face in her fragrant cunt. She leaned back into her mother's arms. Sonja's hands covered her tits.

I ate Connie's succulent pussy with relish. My tongue licked at her aromatic essences, drank them, relished them, and loved them. Sonja rode my cock and nuzzled Connie's neck as she tweaked her nipples.

Connie rose to an orgasm first, with both Sonja and me working to gratify her. She was rubbing her pussy over my face as her hands twisted and pulled at my hair. 

Sonja was speaking into her ear, "Get off. I want him on top." 

It took a while for her words to register with Connie but, when they did, she rolled off me. Sonja leaned down on me and rained wet kisses on my face.

"Get on top. Make my baby," she panted. We rolled over. Her hips lifted to me. I thrust hard into her. She met my thrusts. We found each other's rhythm. Our bare flesh slapped as we fucked passionately.

My entire body was feeling the thrill of an oncoming orgasm. The excitement flowed to my cock. It focused there. More exhilaration flowed through me. My body burned with excitement and the ecstasy of sexual climax. I shot my cum into Sonja's eager pussy as she shuddered with passion and with orgasmic pleasure.




Wheat Country Ch. 04



Afterwards, Sonja laid between Connie and me. 

She explained to Connie, "I have a very strong feeling that Jim will make me pregnant when he's on top. That's why I wanted him that way. But I have to say it felt great. I haven't had enough of this lately. A man, I mean. I love Vera and Susan and you, Connie. And we have great sex, but there is a lot to be said for a stiff prick."

"Especially when it's Jim's," Connie said as she leaned across Sonja to kiss me.

We fell asleep after that. The women had me on a ration for the night. At least as far as cumming was concerned.

The next morning, Susan suggested that we all take a ride around the surrounding area. 

"It is an area we should consider for our new home," she said. We took Vera's van. She and Sonja had driven from Wheat Country in it. It could comfortably hold all of us. Susan drove since she knew her way around.

Susan had asked us all to take notes so that we could refer to them when it came time to make a final decision. I liked the area. The people we met were friendly, but it wasn't quite what I thought of as a place for our home.

We had lunch at one of the casinos. We played for about an hour, then headed for home. The anticipation was building by the time we got to the house. We were all a little stuffed from our lunch, so we just laid around for a couple of hours. Sonja and I went to the second bedroom. The other women all went to the master bedroom. We all dozed for a couple of hours. I woke up before Sonja and went to the kitchen. Vera was there but everyone else was still sleeping. I got a cup of coffee and sat at the table with her.

Sonja showed up next, then Connie. Susan slept for another half hour. Sonja suggested that we just have sandwiches for supper. That was ok with the rest of us.

We all ate lightly. The sense of anticipation was building. After supper, we prepared the living room for the group loving; for the time when the United Family really was united. The furniture was pushed back to the walls. The blinds were closed and the curtains, too. The quilts that Vera and Sonja had brought were laid on the floor. Another one that Susan had was added to the pile. It was covered with sheets. All the pillows in the house were scattered around the area. A couple of wedge shaped pillows that Vera had brought were added. There were a few blankets in case they were needed later when we slept. Several nightlights scattered around the walls provided dim, but sufficient, light.

All the women except Susan were wearing nylons. Susan went to put them on. She was back in a matter of minutes wearing an open bathrobe. She let it slide to the floor to display her naked beauty. The other women were getting undressed, as was I.

I got to eat Susan first. She sat in one of the chairs along the wall with her nylon clad legs over my shoulders and her heels pressed on my back. I relished her hot scent as I brought my face close to her wet pussy. I tasted of her liquors, her flowing nectar. 

How I loved the feel of her body as orgasms ripped through her. They chased each other until they seemed almost continuous. The feel of her heels drumming on my back was exhilarating, as was the friction of her nylons as her legs moved over my naked flesh.

Connie was waiting for me when Susan was satisfied for the moment. She took my arm and we crawled to Sonja, who waited with splayed legs. Vera ate her pussy, preparing her for me. Vera moved out of my way. She and Connie went to Susan. They made a threesome on the floor. It was a circle of love and lust.

Sonja held her arms up to me. She was ready, as was I. I mounted her sliding my manhood into her warm cunt. I slid into that snug receptacle for my seed. She was cumming almost as soon as I entered her. Vera had prepared her well. She pulled my head down to hers. We devoured each other. Hot, wet kisses, sloppy, hot, lips mashed. Tongues danced. Our thrusts met. We were together in our rhythm. Our bodies joined in harmony.

She mouthed incoherent syllables as I pumped my hard cock into her. I understood an occasional "Fuck me," but little else she was saying. At the height of an orgasm for her, I felt the thrill of my own oncoming climax. That wonderful sensation that makes loving a woman so fantastic. The indescribable joy when a man's cum is released into the body of a woman he loves.

The rest of the night is a jumble in my mind. When surrounded by four hot, naked, women, all of them putting out pheromones my mind easily loses track of things. I do know that I fucked Sonja twice more. Both times with me on top. At least, at the end. I recall eating all of the women. And I recall watching lots of women on women love fests. It was a fantastic night. A wonderful night.

I woke with Sonja cuddled up to me. Connie, Vera and Susan were all tangled together. Sonja opened her eyes. 

She smiled, saying, "It happened last night, I feel it. The new baby."

I kissed her. "That's beautiful," I told her.

"We probably should make sure, though," she said, flirting. "Later today, maybe tonight. I think you're probably pretty used up right now." She kissed me then.

Sonja and I got up. Vera got up about the same time. We met in the kitchen. Vera started the coffee and we all headed for one of the two bathrooms. Connie and Susan slept a little longer. We ended the group loving sooner than the first time we had done it. We all would have liked for it to go on for days, but there were some constraints about time.

At breakfast, everyone looked beautiful. The women, that is. They all had a satisfied look, a glow, to them. Sonja looked especially radiant. I thought that she may have been right about being pregnant. Connie, Vera and I straightened up the living room. Sonja and Susan started breakfast.

We all sat down to a big breakfast. We all overate. Susan told us all that we needed to have a meeting after lunch. After breakfast, we all laid down for a nap. Susan, Sonja and I were in the master bedroom. Vera and Connie cuddled up in the other one.

We all napped for several hours. Connie and Vera woke first and started coffee in the kitchen. The rest of us joined them shortly. We had a light lunch and cleared the table. Then we sat around it for a business meeting.

"The first thing I have to tell you," Susan started, "is about the baby. It is a boy. I've known for quite a while, but I wanted to tell everyone at the same time." We all congratulated her. She continued, "The doctor tells me that everything looks ok. All the tests are good.

"By the way," she added, "I think Brian would be a nice name for him." That had been my grandfather's name, Vera's husband. He had been killed along with his son, my father, in an accident. I was twelve at the time. No one objected to the name, so I assumed that my son would be named Brian.

"On finances," Susan continued, "we look in good shape. We will have more to add to the pool when we sell the houses, but that is some time away just yet. Sonja and I have already discussed integrating her funds with ours. She is planning on selling her house soon. It will bring a much higher price than ours because of its location. That money will be added to the joint funds when it becomes available. We'll have to figure out how to handle Connie's trust but, that too, will eventually be added to the family funds.

"We will be investing our money for income with a portion invested in growth opportunities. It looks like we can set up a corporation, with all of us equal shareholders. All living expenses could be paid by the company, with an allowance for each individual member. The allowance will be quite generous, by the way. We'll have to see how to handle that.

"The corporation will be a real business. It will be an investment company. I think that our income from farmland rental is one we want to keep and maybe increase. When we get back to the farm, we should look for more land to buy. We will be looking for other good investments, too.

"Speaking of investments. We need to come up with a policy about outside income. Connie and Jim will be working in a couple of years, when they finish school. What about money they make and the family allowance? Let's lay out a fair policy now.

"I have been checking around for a good lawyer that is well versed in this type of thing. There are a couple in Las Vegas. We can stop and see one when we leave for our travels. I don't want to use one from home.

Susan continued. "There are some more places I want to look at. As I told Jim and Connie, I haven't seen a place yet that I really fell in love with. So I'll want to be going along on our travels. We can figure out the details later."

There was a lot more talk about the financial end of things. It turned out that Sonja and Connie would be contributing a fair amount to the money pool. It was agreed that Sonja and Susan would work out the details. Sonja would put her house on the market and move to the farm.

The meeting ran quite late. It was agreed that we would have to meet again the following day.

We had supper, watched some TV, and then went to bed. Sonja and I were alone that night. She wore a short nightie for me, looking very sexy and desirable.

I went down on her almost as soon as we got in bed. She popped one of her tits out of her nightie for me to suck on. I kissed it, then bit it. I slid down to lie between her legs. I gazed at the beauty of her pussy. I used my fingers to spread open her lips, to view her swollen inner lips. Her hard nubbin of a clit pushed her way past her shield. She was peeking out, ready for my tongue.

I flattened my tongue. I licked her from bottom to top. I circled her clit. I sucked it. I reveled in the gasps of enjoyment from Sonja.

I don't know if I can eat the women's pussies as good as the other women do or not. I kind of suspect not. But I love to do it. I love the scents and the tastes. I love to bury my face in their essences. I love to drink of their nectars. Even if the women are better at it, they all seem to enjoy it when I eat their cunts. 

As Sonja soared from an orgasm, I pulled away from her ready muff and mounted her. I pushed my hard cock into her warm, willing, pussy. I thrust into her. I slid on the film of her juices. She never stopped cumming. As my cum gushed into her, she was shuddering with orgasmic pleasure. As I softened, she held me tightly. Arms and legs clasped me.

We fucked again a little later. Sonja wouldn't let me eat her after the first time. She said she wanted to keep my cum in her pussy where it needed to find the egg. Even though she was confident she was already pregnant. 

"Just in case I'm wrong," she said.

The next day was another business meeting. Most of the discussion was about relocating. There wasn't a big hurry, but we wanted to be moving on it. Several possible areas were eliminated for one reason or another. Itineraries were set up for two sets of checkers. The plan was that we would meet up often. We would meet to exchange information and, maybe, partners. Since I was the only male, it was felt that all the women should get their time with me. I didn't see a problem with that.

The first groups would be Me with Sonja and Vera and Connie with Susan. There were about a dozen places that hadn't been eliminated. The idea was to give all of them a more thorough check out. Usually, it was more of an area to check than a specific town. The first order of business would be to check out a couple of lawyers and get one to set up our corporation.

Near the end of the meeting, Connie brought up her researches on Merged Families. It was the first Vera and Sonja had heard of it. We hadn't mentioned it to Susan since she had told us about it.

"There is definitely some kind of an organization of families involved in family-wide love. Like ours is. Incest, if you will," Connie told the group. "I mean whole families and not the incest that occurs between two members. 

"They call themselves Merged Families. I haven't made any attempt at contacting them. That may turn out to be a complicated procedure." 

This information was quite a surprise to the group. We discussed it in detail. The general consensus was that Connie would make tentative attempts to contact them. If she could get in touch, she would try to get information about the group. She would not give them any information about us. 

One other subject came up before we broke up. That was whether we wanted to provide for any way to expand our family. Again, there was a consensus. Although there was a concern with wearing me out, expanding outside the two united families was not something any of us wanted. We could bring new members in through marriage. That didn't seem likely, and it was risky.

The meeting ended when we decided to leave after three more days.

Vera called a plush hotel in Las Vegas to reserve a two bedroom suite. It was a little off the strip, and did not have a casino. It was highly recommended by some of the local people Susan had met.

Susan also called the lawyers we wanted to check out. She explained enough about the nature of our business that they were able to find time for an appointment with us. 

That left us three more nights together at Susan's place, then a couple of nights in Las Vegas, before we began our travels. 

I was with Vera and Susan that night. I couldn't help but think that this was how it all started. Maybe Connie was thinking similar thoughts as she made love with her mother.

That night it was Vera who was hot, more so than Susan. Susan was in more of a loving mood. Both women were in short nighties. They set a couple of vibrators on each of the bed tables. The two women started the night by making love to each other. I was a fascinated spectator as Susan slid down Vera's body to lie between her nylon clad thighs and bury her face in Vera's pussy.

My cock was rock hard after only a few minutes of the erotic scene. I knelt beside Vera's head and pulled her mouth to my cock. She opened greedily, to engulf my cock, to suck my hard manhood.

I straddled her. I fucked her face as Susan made her cum by eating her. My cock muted the sounds of her pleasure. My hands twisted in her hair. She sucked me harder. Both of us soared to the heights of orgiastic pleasure. My cum gushed into her mouth, filling it with slick creaminess. As Susan licked her cunt, she sucked me dry. She kept my cock in her mouth even as it softened.

I rolled off Vera's face, reaching for one of the vibrators as I did. I slid down behind Susan. When she felt my presence, she lifted her ass and spread her legs. Her nightie rode up over her butt. 

I thought to myself, "What a beautiful ass." 

I pushed the vibrator into her pussy as she continued to lick at Vera's cunt. Her face was buried in the muff.

I turned the vibrator on high as I stroked it in and out of her pussy. It was hot. Both women came gasping their pleasure. Orgasms took over their thoughts. There was no room for reason, only the gratification, the joy of lust and love.

They were both sated when Susan pushed my hand away and rolled away from Vera's twat. We laid together, loving, satisfied, and relaxed. I kissed Susan's baby bump - our baby's bump - and we all slept.

The next two days were spent getting ready to leave. Food was put in the freezer. Everyone caught up on their laundry. Bags were packed, or repacked for most of us. Vera made some calls and got tickets for a show while we were in Las Vegas.

Susan and Sonja left early. They would be meeting with lawyers morning and afternoon. The rest of us went to the casino for a big breakfast. Then we laid around for a few hours. We left at noon and went directly to the hotel.

We got checked in. We went to the coffee shop for a snack. We had skipped lunch after our big breakfast. Then we went back to the room to wait for Susan and Sonja. Vera and Connie started getting ready for the show. Susan wasn't going to go. There was a remote chance that she would run into someone who knew her and who would realize she was pregnant. I wasn't interested in the show they had picked out, so I wasn't going either. That wasn't a last minute decision. We had decided that before the tickets were bought.

When Susan and Sonja arrived, we all had coffee together while they made a brief report. They were going to see one of the lawyers again the next day, and also see another one for an initial visit. We went to dinner together then returned to the suite so the show goers could finish getting ready.

When everyone had left, Susan and I laid on the bed. We mostly talked. She was in a nightgown with me in shorts and t-shirt. It was a somewhat rambling conversation. Sometimes as lovers. Sometimes as mother and son. Sometimes as the mother-to-be of our child. Sometimes serious. Sometimes flirting. Susan spoke of her hopes for our group home. She spoke of how pleased she was with the united families. We nestled together, like the lovers we are. We kissed. We made love gently and sensuously. I ate her cunt. We fucked. Susan was on top. I was still afraid of hurting the baby. She told me that I couldn't make love properly if I was afraid of hurting someone. That's why she rode me. It was nice sex. With very satisfying climaxes for both of us. 

We were asleep when the others got back. They let us sleep. I woke first in the morning. They were all sleeping in an erotic tangle of naked women.

Sonja and Susan had another day of visiting lawyers. The rest of us went sightseeing. By mid-afternoon we were back at the hotel, stuffed from the lunch we had eaten at a casino buffet. We all laid together on the bed and napped.

Sonja and Susan returned about the time we were starting to stir again. Vera made coffee and we sat at the table to listen to their report. They had settled on a lawyer to use for the initial work we needed done. 

"Everything is wrapped up here. Any further business with the lawyers can be handled by phone or email," Susan told us. "I don't see any reason why we can't leave in the morning."

That night, Connie and I were alone together. We would be apart for a while. She would be traveling with Susan and I with Sonja and Vera. I ate Connie's delightful pussy. I buried my face between the wet folds of her labia. My tongue probed for her clit. It reached into her tunnel. It slavered over her inner lips. I licked her. I sucked her. I sent her to heaven. 

Dimly, her voice penetrated my mind. "Let me suck you. Get on top."

I swung around and straddled her. She sucked my hard cock. I was hard from the thrill of eating her cunt. I was hard from the scents; the tastes of her pussy; from the mere nearness of her; her overwhelming femininity. I was hard from her innate lust, her desire for me. For my body; my manhood.

We came together in an explosion of bliss and joy. We slept together, holding each other's naked body.

The next morning, we sorted out luggage. We checked out and got on our way. We searched for our new home. Sonja, Vera and I were going to check spots in the southwest, working our way east. Susan and Connie were going to go further east and start checking the Gulf States.



Wheat Country Ch. 05



Many thanks once again to tangentjoker who edited this story.

All the characters are age 18, or older. This story is about incestuous relationships.

Thanks also to anonymous who sent me information about the laws concerning incest in all the states.

For background, I suggest you read the first four parts of Wheat Country.




Vera, Sonja and I traveled around the southwest. Starting in Nevada, we checked several places in the southern and central parts of the state. We moved on to Arizona next. On to New Mexico. We checked the places on Susan's list, but found only one that we thought nice enough for our short list: our list for the final selection.

We stayed at motels at night. If anyone got curious we were grandmother, mother, and son. We always got a room with two beds, or adjoining rooms. We had some great nights. I would eat both women every night. Then fuck one or both of them. Often they would make sixty-nine style love after we fucked and sometimes a ring of love.

We stayed in constant contact with Susan and Connie. After about ten days on the road, we decided to meet and take a break for a couple of days. We were in the San Antonio area by then. The next area we planned to check on was around New Orleans. We decided on Gulfport. Susan and Connie had to backtrack a little. We had to skip a couple of areas someone would have to come back to.

We decided to stay at an upscale motel. It was north of the city, near the interstate. We met there on a Thursday afternoon. We had two adjoining rooms with two beds in each. They were large rooms with microwaves, coffee makers and refrigerators. Each room had a large table with four chairs, a desk and computer hookups. We would have no problem staying three or four days.

There were a few hours before dinner time, so we sat around one of the room tables. We compared notes on areas we had checked so far. Each of the initial groups had only a few areas on their short list. We felt that the fewer areas there were at the end of the trip, the easier our final decision would be.

Susan said she wanted to check out an area further east than she had been so far. She thought that we could tack it on the end of our itinerary. No one saw any problem with her idea.

Sonja announced that she was pretty sure she was pregnant. 

"I checked with a drugstore kit. It came up positive." Everyone congratulated her. I felt a stirring of pride. She leaned over and kissed me. "Thank you, Jim."

Connie brought up her search for Merged Families. 

"I have contacted them," she told us. "They are very close mouthed about their organization. We will have to give them some information about ourselves before they will tell us anything."

We all sat thinking about it for a few minutes. Vera asked, "Connie, what kind of feel do you get about them, from contacts you have had with them?"

"There has been very little contact,so far," Connie replied. "I got an email address, sent an inquiry and got back a brief message telling us they would need more information about us. I printed it out." She passed a copy of the message around.

I noticed that they used MF Society for their organization name. The information they wanted was about our situation. It wasn't spelled out, but it was obvious to us that they wanted to know if we were a family or only two family members. They stated quite plainly that their organization was only for families. There was no mention of incest.

Vera spoke first. "I think as long as we don't give away family names, or locations, we can keep up a correspondence. What does anyone else think?"

"Is there any way they can track the computer?" Sonja asked.

"Either Jim or I can handle that," Connie answered.

No one seemed to have any other questions, so Connie said, "I'll follow up then. No family names, no addresses. Just basic facts. I can probably get something off to them tomorrow."

"The lawyer has finished most of the work," Susan said. "I expect a package from him. I told him to overnight it to the hotel. Sonja and I should be able to handle anything that needs to be done with it. We'll let you know if we need other's input. It's mostly a matter of reading it over and making any corrections. Some signatures and we will be incorporated within a few weeks."

By then, it was dinner time. We all went to the hotel restaurant. It was a very good meal and we were all pleasantly stuffed when we got back to the rooms. I would be with Connie and Sonja. Susan would be with Vera. We sorted our bags out. Then Connie and I sat down at the computer to start a reply to Merged Families.

Connie didn't really need my help. She composed a message that included a chart of the family relationships. She wrote a short letter along with it. She made it a point to write. "We consider ourselves to be in a family marriage. We think of ourselves as a united family. To be more specific, each of us considers himself/herself as married to each and all of the others."

There was more to the letter, including the fact that we were traveling at the present time. We both read it again, asked Vera to look it over, and sent it on its way.

Even though it was still early, Connie, Sonja and I headed for the bedroom. I was already getting aroused. There was a feel of excitement in the air. I hadn't been with Connie since we left Las Vegas. Connie hadn't been with her mother, Sonja, since Las Vegas, either. Sonja's pregnancy was something else to be excited about.

Susan and Vera headed for the other room. We left the connecting door open. That had started to become the normal routine for us. Open bedroom doors. It had never been discussed. It just happened.

We were all three cuddled together. The kisses were getting hotter. Connie was lying between Sonja and I, dividing her kisses between us. She was starting to squirm as her body reacted to her arousal. Her legs were parted in an invitation.

I slid down to lie between Connie's legs. She and her mother exchanged hot kisses and played with each other's boobs. I wanted to eat Connie. I had missed her for the time we were traveling apart. I knew she was one of the united family, but I still could miss her even as I had missed Susan.

I relished the fragrance of her muff. I gazed at the beautiful swollen lips of her excited pussy. I did not want to wait. I could not wait. I needed to eat her. I needed to suck her juices. 

She and her mother were hot. Connie's body reacted to Sonja's loving, to their hot kisses and caresses. The lust revealed itself in the motions of her body. Her hips lifted. Her legs widened. They demanded attention. They commanded me to bury my face in her fragrant cunt. Her hand was on my head. It guided me. It urged me.

My tongue licked. My lips sucked. I brought her already awakened body to an orgasm. As her legs spread wide I rubbed my face in her juices, her nectars, inhaling the bouquet of lust.

Sonja straddled her. Connie sucked at her mother's cunt. I was only dimly aware, my consciousness concentrated on the wonderful pleasure I was bringing to a woman I love. Her body reacted to the erotic stimulus.

At one of the peaks, I pulled my head away. I moved to kneel with my hard cock erect. I lifted her hips and plunged my throbbing hard cock into her. I thrust into the pussy I had prepared. Her gasp of delight was muffled, her mouth buried at her mother's cunt. She wrapped her legs around my waist to hold herself there. I grabbed pillows to stuff under her butt.

Sonja leaned back, to rest against my chest. I nuzzled her neck as I thrust my dick into Connie's wet pussy. Connie welcomed him. As she felt him filling her excited pussy she licked harder at her mother. She buried her face between the folds of Sonja's snatch.

The feel of two women's bodies, the scents, the sensation of hot pussy enveloping my manhood. It was more than I could endure. I shot my load into Connie. I poured my hot cum into her cunt.

We all laid together recovering our strength. I was between the women. Their hot, naked, bodies pressed against me. I loved the feel of their naked flesh. I soon reacted to it. I could feel the faint stirrings of arousal in my dick. The women seemed to somehow sense it. They both started to fondle my still flaccid cock.

Sonja was more interested in Connie than me. She and I had been together for ten days, but she hadn't been with Connie for just as long. I whispered to her to climb over me to get next to Connie. She did, leaving Connie in the middle between us.

We both made love to Connie. With hot kisses, touching, caressing, and fondling. Sonja's head was on Connie's mound. Her face was just above her daughter's pussy. She enjoyed the scents, the aromas of past sex, of new arousal. She was licking Connie's flesh just above the pubic hair capping her fragrant muff.

She swung around and laid between Connie's legs. She licked Connie's thighs. Her tongue searched, explored, and found the spots that Connie liked. It was a sensuous scene. Sonja was in no hurry. She was making love to her daughter. She was not just eating her.

Connie's hands were on her mother. Felt. Touched. Caressed. I sucked Connie's tits. She reacted to both of us. She was being loved by two people she loved.

Her mother buried her face in the folds of her cunt. As she did, I knelt next to Connie's head.

Her legs over her mother's shoulders, she turned her head to me. She made love to my cock as her mother, and lover, ate her cunt.

She rubbed my manhood over whatever bare flesh she could reach. Her face, her neck. Licking and nibbling, she roused my already hard manhood. It was throbbing when she took it in her mouth. Deeply into herself, into her hot wet mouth. Her lips pressed on him. Her teeth gently scraped him.

As she sucked my cock, she came from the ministrations of her mother's lips and tongue. As she came again with stronger, more intense, orgasms she sucked me harder, until I exploded into her wet mouth. Even as my cum poured into her, she was in the midst of almost continuous orgasms.

She gently pushed her mother away from her pussy. She turned her head from my softened cock. She laid there with legs splayed lewdly. Sonja moved up to lie next to her. I continued kneeling by her head.

I watched her face. I could see her tongue feeling the slickness of my cum. She savored it, the flavor, the smooth velvety texture. I leaned down to kiss her and she let some of my cum flow between us. She turned to kiss Sonja and shared some with her.

"My God," she murmured, "My God, that was wonderful." She still had some of my cum in her mouth. Her tongue played with it. Her tongue slid through its thick creaminess. She finally swallowed. She pulled me down for a kiss, then turned to Sonja to kiss her. She laid back then with a look of contentment. Her beautiful hair spread on the pillow.

Sonja and I laid next to her. We fell asleep until morning. We woke, in the morning, greatly relaxed.

The coffee pot was set up, so all we had to do was turn it on. Susan and Vera had got up a little before us. When I looked into their room, they were already on their second cup. We all took our coffee and joined them there. They both looked radiant. I couldn't help but wonder what they had done to each other.

We had a lot to do that day. We needed to catch up on our laundry. Susan was expecting papers from the lawyer. We thought we would get the cars serviced while we were there.

We all showered, Connie and I together. The other three ladies as a group, although it must have been quite crowded. We went to breakfast. The hotel had a very good buffet. We overate and didn't feel like doing much for an hour or two. I took a nap. I woke to find Susan and Connie lying next to me, both asleep.

Everyone got moving again. Connie and I took the cars for servicing. The other ladies took care of the laundry. It was late morning when we got back with the cars. The laundry was all done and folded. The package from the lawyers had arrived. Susan put it aside until after lunch. Everything was caught up, so we decided to have lunch.

The hotel breakfast had been pretty good, so we decided to try the lunch. Afterwards, Susan and Sonja started on the package from the lawyer. Connie turned on the laptop. I laid down for a nap. Vera laid down with me.

We dozed off for about an hour. We woke to find things as we had left them. Susan and Sonja were finishing up the lawyer's papers. Connie was at the computer. She looked a little excited. She appeared to be cycling through a bunch of websites, looking for something.

Susan and Sonja had a few things they needed Vera to look at. I sat down with Connie. 

"We heard from the Merged Families Society," she told me quietly. "I'll tell everyone about it after dinner. Right now, I'm just surfing. I'm looking for anything serious on the subject of family incest."

By dinnertime, everything was done. We asked at the desk about local restaurants. They directed us to a good one. We returned to the hotel after dinner and all sat around one of the tables. The itinerary was the first subject. I would be going East with Sonja and Susan. Connie would be with Vera. They would go back to the areas they had missed to come to Gulfport. Then they would turn back east, checking areas that my group had thought worth another look.

Connie brought up the subject of Merged Families. Everybody knew there had been a response, but none of the details.

"There is definitely such a group, and it appears to be composed of more than a hundred families, more or less like us. They are very careful in their correspondence. You really have to read between the lines.

"To be eligible, there must be at least four members in a family. They may be related by marriage, but at least two must be from the same immediate family. It must be a group thing. Both genders must be included, at least at the start of membership. It must be a true family union, like ours. 

"There are yearly dues, about twenty-five hundred; and an initial application fee of five thousand. It's not cheap, but not out of sight either. They offered to give us references, but only after they have checked us out.

"That check out process involves a visit by a couple of their representatives, one of each sex. It may involve several days.

"So, where do we go from here?"

"I think that first we need to decide if we're even interested," Susan said. "Second, we need to know what they can do for us."

"I can ask about that second item," Connie said. "Does anyone else have a comment?"

Vera spoke up. "I don't think we want them coming to the farm. There has to be a better way to check on us than a home visit."

"Anyone else?" Connie asked. "I won't reply until tomorrow evening. That way, if you think of anything we can put it on the list."

I was with Vera that night. The other three women were together in the other room.

We kissed. We played with tits, cocks, and clits. We got each other ready.

I knelt between Vera's lewdly splayed legs. My cock was hard and erect. When Vera felt him at her pussy, she grabbed him to guide him into herself. I slid smoothly into her. She held her arms up to me. She pulled my face to hers for hot, wet, kisses.

We rolled over so she was on top. She rode my cock. She leaned forward to let me suck her tits and for more wet kisses. She slid her clit along the hard shaft of my cock as she brought herself to an orgasm.

My hands on her hips, I pulled her off my cock and to my face to lick and suck her cunt; to feel her juices on my face. Then, back to my cock to slide into her pussy again. Our bodies slammed into each other, our rhythms together. We came together as I filled her with my cum. It poured into her hot pussy as her body shuddered from the excitement of orgasms tearing through her.

We laid side by side. We kissed and held each other until I was hard again. We ate each other then. I buried my face in her fragrant cunt. I licked her juices. I savored her scents and tastes.

Her lips slid over my cock. Her mouth slid down my hard shaft. Her tongue licked at me. Her lips sucked.

She was cumming before I was. Each orgasm was more intense, stronger than the one before. When my cum gushed into her mouth she was rubbing her wet pussy on my face, marking me.

I turned to lie next to her. I watched as she relished my cum. Then as she pulled my face to hers we exchanged each other's cum. Both of us enjoyed the flavors and the bouquet.

As we fell asleep in each other's arms, I hoped she would be with me again the next night.

The next day we didn't do much. We did tour the area. We liked it, but not well enough for our short list.

We planned to leave the next day. That evening we went out to eat again. Afterwards we sat at the table in our rooms and discussed things.

Connie asked if anyone had anything to add to her reply to Merged Families. No one did.

I would be traveling East with Sonja and Susan. Vera and Connie were going back west and check out a few areas they had skipped when they came to Gulfport. There were several likely places, in the New Orleans area, and southwest Mississippi, that Susan said not to miss.

Vera and Connie were with me that night. It would be my last for a while with them. There was a lot of play between us. We ended in a ring of lust, with Connie sucking me. I ate Vera, and Vera was licking at Connie's muff.

Vera and Connie got along very well in bed and out. It was always a bit of a mystery to me, considering the difference in their ages.

The next day we had breakfast at the hotel. After lots of hugs and kisses we got on our way. Sonja, Susan and I headed east towards Biloxi and Mobile. We wanted to check those areas. Susan had thought them worth a second look when she was doing her preliminary checks.

We spent the night in the Biloxi area. It was my first night with Susan since we had left Nevada. Sonja offered to leave the two of us alone. Susan said no, that she should stay with us.

Sonja went down on Susan. I watched, fascinated as she brought Susan to orgasm after orgasm. I got a chance to eat Sonja while she and Susan exchanged wild kisses. I ate Susan, too, before she pushed me onto my back and impaled her pussy on my cock. Sonja watched us while fingering her pussy.

They ate each other after I had cum. I laid there watching them, fascinated. My dick getting hard already. I fucked Susan again when I was hard. She shoved a couple of pillows under her butt to raise it for me. Her legs around my hips held me tightly as I thrust my hard shaft into her. Sonja lying crosswise to us was covering her with kisses again.

We went on to Mobile the next day. Then we worked our way north, crisscrossing Mississippi and Alabama, up into Tennessee. That was Susan's goal. We started exploring eastern Tennessee and Kentucky. Over into the western Carolinas.

We found an area we fell in love with. 

Susan said it best. "This is where I've been looking for. We drove around exploring. We called Vera and Connie. They were just finishing up around the New Orleans area. They said they could leave in a day or maybe two. It would take them two more days to meet up with us if they pushed it. We agreed on Chattanooga as convenient.

We continued our explorations while we waited for them. There were several good sized cities close to the area we were looking at. So accommodations weren't a big problem.

The area was cooler than what we had in mind originally, but it was still warmer in the winter than our farm up in wheat country.

Traveling down a country road Susan saw a sign, "Hotel for sale." We turned down a paved county road that skirted a mid-sized lake. There were a few houses around it, but it wasn't big enough to attract many people wanting vacation homes.

We found the hotel for sale. It looked like it had been closed for a few years. We walked around it and didn't see any broken windows. The roof looked sound. It was more like a country inn or a large bed and breakfast than a hotel. It was two stories, but had a large area. There were three wings off a central part. The property appeared to run down to the water. We weren't sure of the total acreage.




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We called the number on the sign and made arrangements to look at it the next day. 

We drove around some more. It was mountain country. There were lots of woods in the area. We found a small village and passed a few smallish farms. Small, that is, compared to the farms back in wheat country.

We drove back to our motel. It was about a two hour drive. We were all excited by our find. Back in our room, after dinner at the motel restaurant, we called Connie and Vera. Our excitement must have been contagious over the phone. They sounded just as anxious as us to see the place. 

"We'll get a preliminary look tomorrow," Susan told them. "Don't get in too big of a hurry. You'll be here soon enough following the schedule you have planned."

Connie got on the phone then. "I've heard more from the MF Society," she told us. "But it can wait until we get there."

The excitement followed us to bed, too. Both the women were hot and horny. They laid on opposite sides of me and showered me with kisses. All the way down my body. Then they took turns at my cock. First one then the other. They licked at my glans. They tongued the length of my shaft. They took me between their hungry lips.

Sonja reached across me, pulling Susan to her for a hot kiss. Susan climbed across me, pushed Sonja onto her back, pushed her legs apart and laid between them. She dove into Sonja's welcoming pussy. Sonja's legs looped over her shoulders. Her heels were on Susan's back. Her hands tangled in Susan's hair.

Susan's ass was elevated, beautiful and inviting. Her legs spread for access to her pussy. I knelt behind her, to push my cock into her wet cunt. To fuck her. To fuck her hard from behind. My flesh slapped against her bare ass as I thrust my cock into her. Her squeals of gratification were muffled by Sonja's pussy.

Sonja, though, was mouthing her own sounds of lust, of desire. Cries of "Don't stop," directed at Susan. Gasps of fulfilment as orgasms followed orgasms. Both women cumming.

I shot my cum into my mother, Susan. Thrills of excitement raced through my cock, through my whole body. As I softened, I slid down on my belly behind her and licked at the cum seeping between the lips of her hot pussy. Even as she continued to eat Sonja's cunt, I pushed my tongue into hers. I licked at the petals of her inner lips, absorbing her scents, of lust, of satisfaction. The aroma of her cum, of my cum, blending delightfully into an exotic essence.

Sonja was fully satisfied and the two women laid alongside me again. We all rested for a while. But it wasn't long before the fact that there were two naked women lying molded against me started getting me aroused again.

I felt Sonja's pussy. She was wet and ready. She slid lower to suck my cock back to full hardness, while Susan was kissing me on the lips. Hot, open mouthed, kisses. Lots of tongue.

Sonja crawled over me to go down on Susan. She spread her legs open. An invitation to Sonja. The scene was a reversal of the previous time. Now it was Sonja's pretty butt that was offered to me with opened legs.

Susan was already making satisfied noises as Sonja's lips and tongue worked their magic on her pussy. I knelt behind Sonja and slid my cock into her, my way eased by the juices pouring from her.

I fucked her slowly, watching Susan's reactions. She wasn't long in cumming the first time. Sonja brought her to more orgasms until Susan was squealing with gratification. I pumped my cock harder into Sonja. Susan's satisfaction spurred me on.

Between my thrusting dick and Susan's orgasms, Sonja rose to a climax followed quickly by another. My own body was on fire with lust. The indescribable thrill that races through one's nerves, the feel in one's balls as they send their seed on its journey. The explosion at the head of one's cock as cum gushes forth, to fill the reservoir of the receiving cunt.

As before, I slid down behind Sonja, to lick my cum from the lips of her aroused pussy. Sated, I rolled aside. Susan turned to Sonja's pussy and they ate each other sixty-nine. Their tongues probed for my cum in each other's cunts and brought each other to more orgasms as they did.

Eventually, they had enough. I had been watching them spellbound as their bare asses and tits swirled in front of me. They broke apart. Both laid on their backs to recover. We slept, then, and woke in the morning well rested.

We showered together. We had breakfast at the hotel dining room. We drove to the lake to meet the realtor.

We were a little early and looked over the grounds while we waited. The agent arrived right on time. I introduced Susan and Sonja as my mother and mother. No lies there.

We were shown around the interior. It looked in good shape, structurally, but I'm not an expert. Susan and Sonja were more interested in what could be done to the building to make it a home for us.

The agent told us the asking price. We thought it to be high, Susan said so. We got all the information about the site we needed for the present. There were a little over twenty acres, most of it wooded. A respectable lake frontage was another advantage. The real estate agent confided that an adjoining property was also for sale. There were no buildings on that property.

We thanked the agent. We told him we were interested, but we would want a full inspection of the property.

We arranged to get another look when Connie and Vera arrived. Then we said our goodbyes and left.

We had no sooner got out of sight than Susan and Sonja started talking about all the possibilities the place had. They were enthusiastic. It was catching. I found myself getting excited, too.

At the hotel, we stopped at the desk to change our accommodations to a two bedroom suite and extend our stay by at least a week. Then we called Vera and Connie to report on what we had found. We told them to come to the hotel we were in, instead of Chattanooga.

At dinner, the ladies were still excited. They were talking about apartments for each branch of the family. They were thinking ahead about children. We went back to the room. We would change to the suite the next day. We sat at the table talking about the new place. We had started to call it that or, sometimes, the lake place.

They were super horny again that night. Both of them had moved their chairs close to mine and were rubbing my thighs even as we discussed the new place.

I finally stood and held out my hands to them. We went to the bed. Sonja and Susan kissed each other first. Then Sonja rolled over me to lie on the opposite side from Susan. They were both kissing me and fondling my dick. It didn't take me long to be fully aroused.

I hadn't gone down on either of the women in a while. I was starting to miss the excitement of a woman cumming as I ate her cunt. I asked Sonja to get the little egg vibrator from our bags. She was closest. She jumped out of bed and ran to get it. I watched. I admired the grace of her naked body as she moved to the bags and back. She brought back the egg and a plain vibrator.

I ate Susan first. We kissed hotly. I kissed and licked my way down her body to lay my head on her baby bump. Breathing the familiar, but always pleasing, fragrance of her pussy. She was hot and her scent telegraphed her arousal. She was letting the world know of her need.

I laid between her legs as she spread them for me. Her hands were on my head. They coaxed me toward her lovely pussy. They urged me, gently, but persistently. I tasted her, her flowing nectar. I pushed the egg into her pussy and turned it on. I pushed it with my tongue. I moved it around her cunt. I slid it to her clit. I pushed it to the petals of her inner lips. I pressed it into her tunnel. I pushed it deeply inside, hoping to hit her g-spot.

Susan went wild from the moment she felt the vibrator. Her hips gyrated. She rubbed her pussy against my face. She smearing me with her essences. She cried out in ecstasy. Her legs clasped me. They held me at her sex. Her hands twisted in my hair. The pain goaded me to greater efforts.

Susan pushed me away when she couldn't take any more. I looked at Sonja. She laid beside us pushing a vibrator in and out of her wet pussy. Every few strokes she pulled it out to run across her clit. She was cumming too. Watching us had animated her.

I moved over to lie between her already opened legs. She tossed the vibrator aside and guided my head to her flowing pussy, much as Susan had done. Her bouquet was different than Susan's, but just as delightful. She reached for the egg and pushed it into herself. She turned it on as she did so. Then she raised her hips to show me what she wanted. Her glorious pussy waited to be eaten, licked and sucked.

Sonja went wild, too, as I pushed the vibrator around her pussy with my tongue. She had already brought herself to several orgasms and she was ready for more. I pushed the toy as deeply into her tunnel as I could. Then leaving it there, on high, I sucked her clit between my lips. I was mouthing her, letting my teeth grate along the top of her.

She, too, pushed me away when she had more than enough. I had two very satisfied women and a raging hard on. I laid on my back and stroked myself. Both ladies rested their heads on my chest and watched as I jerked off. I hadn't done that in a very long time. Not since my jerk off days and fantasies. That was before I had first fucked my mother and grandmother.

I came as the women watched. They both seemed rapt as my cum gushed from me, flowed over my hand and onto my belly. They both slid down to lick at the creamy cum. They each sucked up the larger globules with pursed lips, and a slurping noise. They cleaned me with their tongues and lips. Then they laid beside me to sleep.

The next day, we had to move to the suite. Except for packing, it wasn't a big job. After we had completed the room change, Sonja and I drove around the area of the new place. Susan stayed at the motel to start working on the purchase, if we went through with it. There would be a lot of preliminary things to do. There was also the fact that she was obviously pregnant. She didn't want to be seen too much in the area of our, possible, new home in that condition.

We stopped at the little village. There was a store and gas station combination. It was also the post office. We bought some snacks and drinks and talked to the lady behind the counter. She became very friendly when we told her we were thinking of making a home of the place rather than try to run a hotel. She introduced herself as Judy. She was quite talkative and had lots of information about the new place. She told us that the hotel had never been a success. Some people from Charlotte had built it but had kept it going for only about five years.

She introduced us to a couple of customers that came in as we talked. The fact that Judy thought we were ok smoothed the way with the locals. We gleaned more information from her. We told her we would visit again.

We drove around some more and decided that we really liked the area as much as we had first thought. It was hilly country, not what we were used to, but that may have made us like it more. The area was somewhat isolated, but there were some large towns within a two hour drive. Decent medical facilities were only fifteen miles away. Judy at the store told us a lot of that kind of information.

We drove back to the hotel. It was better than a two hour drive. Susan was waiting for us. She had just got off the phone with Vera and Connie. They were on their way. They thought they would arrive the next day. It would probably be in the early evening.

We only used one room of the suite that night, but we mussed up the unused beds so the housekeepers wouldn't have anything to talk about. It was another great night together. Sonja and Susan rubbed their pussies on each other and against each other. They rubbed on thighs, on knees, and pussy to pussy. I witnessed gyrating hot, naked, bodies. They pushed me onto my back. Susan impaled herself on my cock while Sonja rode my face.

The next day, we decided to check out a couple of larger towns in the area of the new place. That took up most of the day. We got back to the motel quite late. Vera and Connie arrived about an hour later.

There were lots of kisses and hugs. I was very happy to see both of them.

Vera and Connie were both very tired. They had put in a couple of long days driving. Even so, they were anxious to look at the new place. I slept with Connie and Vera that night. Tired they might be, but horny too. I fucked them both before we all fell asleep.

The next day, we took Vera's van to tour the area. We took them to the new place so they could see what the location was like. The following day, we met the realtor again and they looked over the inside.

Back at the motel, we sat at the suite table and discussed things. The bottom line was that we all liked it better than anything else we had seen. There were a couple of other places that were close runners up, but this place had a building that could be remodeled into a home for us.

Susan and Sonja had already been going over our financial picture. We would likely want to take a mortgage if the rates were low enough. We all decided to leave the purchase in their hands. They were both very capable. Vera would help, as needed.

Next, we discussed near term plans. It was finally decided that Vera and Sonja would rent an apartment in the town where we had been staying. We would use it as a base whenever any of us were in the area. Susan, Connie and I would go to Nevada. Sonja would find a local doctor to check on her pregnancy, but she planned on moving to Nevada before she started to show too much.

I made love with Vera and Sonja for the next few days, although one afternoon I ate Connie's pussy. She came magnificently but made me save my horniness for Vera and Sonja. So, when I laid down with those two ladies that evening, I was more than ready.

Connie caught us up on the latest from the Merged Families group. We decided to put that on the back burner until we were back in Nevada.

Susan, Connie and I left within a couple of days. By the time we reached Susan's place in Nevada, a lot of the preliminary work had been done. The corporation was set up. Most of the work had been done before we left on our quest. The papers Susan and Sonja had received in Biloxi were the last step needed. The farmland and other assets, including cash, were being transferred to it. It would take a while longer to get it all done. 

We were going to stay with Susan until school started in the fall. We all slept together. We made love together. We missed the others, though.

Communication started again with the MF Society. They told us a little more about the group. We learned that they had been in existence for over a hundred years. Their purpose was to do anything they could to help the members.

They advised other members about things like raising children in a family environment like ours. They taught members how to maintain their lifestyle while keeping it unseen by the children, until they reached a legal age. There were tips on keeping their relationship secret from others who would be quick to condemn them. They made it a point that the advice they offered was based on the experience of the members and not on theories.

They also had lawyers who were available to us. They were members of the group. Initial advice was free, and they were willing to do legal work at a discount for other members.

There was also a certain amount of socializing between families that belonged to the group. The advent of the internet had made communication much easier between member families. The internet had also resulted in a big increase in membership for the society.

We had a phone conference with Vera and Sonja. We agreed that it might be worthwhile. We sent our application fee the next day.

Things were progressing for the purchase of the new place. Inspections had been done, financing arranged, offers and counteroffers made. Eventually, the purchase was complete.

We had a home for our united family. I won't tell you where the place is. I will only say that it is in the Appalachian Mountain area.

Susan, Connie and I made passionate love the day we got word that the deal was made. Susan sat in a chair in the bedroom. It was one we had bought with sex in mind. Her legs draped over the arms. I knelt with my face in her glorious cunt sucking and licking her.

I stood as Susan shuddered with orgasms to let Connie take my place. As she buried her face in Susan's aromatic muff, I straddled her so that Susan could suck my rock hard cock. She was cumming hard when I shot my load into her eager mouth. Susan told me once that it is a thrill for her to suck my cock. That she enjoyed it almost as much as being eaten. That the taste and feel of my cum are an erotic and exhilarating pleasure.

I stepped back from Susan. She slid from her chair to her knees facing Connie. They embraced and kissed. They exchanged my cum and her juices. Both of them savored the blended piquancy.

We went to the bedroom then. I watched, entranced, as the two women laid next to each other and masturbated for me. It was still as exciting as it had always been to observe them playing with their pussies.

I got hard as I watched them. Connie spread herself open with her fingers. She showed me the beauty of her inner petals, her hard nubbin, and the dark tunnel that led to her womb.

I fucked Connie first. Susan laid close to us with her vibrator. Her flesh was against ours. One leg laid over us. I filled Connie with my cum. She and Susan both fondled, kissed and sucked me to a new hard on.

I fucked Susan, then, with Connie lying closely in contact with us. She had the vibrator now. She pushed it into herself as I thrust my hard cock into Susan. I filled Susan's belly with my hot cum. She and Connie went down on each other. They ate my cum from each other's cunt. They sucked it out of their tunnels, licked it up, and savored the flavor.

We were awake late that night. The next morning we showered together. Susan's baby bump was becoming quite prominent. 

Connie rubbed it and commented, "I can hardly wait until it happens to me."

Connie and I discussed our plans, too. We decided that it might be possible to set up a computer related venture of our own. One we could work out of our new home. We thought we could build up a profitable business although it might take a little time.

We told Susan to make sure that ample office space was designed into the new place when they started on the renovations. Just what we wanted to do with our new home was going to require a family meeting. 

We got more good news that same week. Sonja's house had sold. The price she got was pretty good, a little more than she had thought it was worth. That money would be added to the corporate funds. Vera and Sonja planned to go home for the closing. Before they left the new place they would start the process of buying the adjacent property the realtor had told us about. 

They would stay at the farm for a week or two, then come to Nevada. Vera was going to look for farmland to purchase. If she found any worthwhile, she would buy it. 

They would be here for several weeks before Connie and I had to leave. I could see some fine times ahead.



Wheat Country Ch. 06



Many thanks once again to tangentjoker who edited this story.

All the characters are age 18, or older. This story is about incestuous relationships.

For background, I suggest you read the previous parts of Wheat Country.




Susan, Connie and I were at Susan's place in Nevada. Vera and Sonja were in the east finishing up the details from our purchase of the new place. They were getting ready to travel to the farm for the closing of the sale of Sonja's house. They would stay there a couple of weeks, looking for farmland to buy. Susan and Vera were the knowledgeable ones in the family about farmland. Sonja's family had been town people. It was mid-July. Most of the wheat had been harvested. Vera thought that she might be able to pick up a few smaller parcels at a good price.

Our old bank would be happy to provide any short term financing we might need. Even though our money had been changed to a corporate account, we still had a considerable amount deposited with them.

It was decided to keep our apartment in the east. Someone would have to be there to handle the renovations. First though, we needed to decide what we wanted. 

Susan's baby, my son, was due in late September or early October. The date was supposed to be October second. There had been no change in the name selected for him: Brian. He would be named after my grandfather. Vera's late husband. He and my father, his son, had been killed in an accident when I was twelve. 

Susan would be staying in Nevada until the baby was born. The plan had been that Sonja would move there once her pregnancy started to show. She now thought, however, that she could stay with Connie and me at our rental house for school. That way she could be closer to everyone. She took a "so what" attitude about someone recognizing her. 

"I'll be gone from the area before too long and there is no one else who matters," she said.

Vera decided that she would make a trip to the farm, then return to Nevada to stay with Susan. It looked like our united family was going to be spread out again. We were not dispersed as much as we had thought, and we would have a few weeks all together before school started.

The Merged Families group came up again. Our application had been provisionally accepted. There would still have to be a visit from a couple of their representatives. We talked to Vera and Sonja. We all thought that the only good window was after they arrived in Nevada and before we returned to school. 

Connie and I would have to leave about the third week of August. The soonest Vera and Sonja would get here was the first week of August. We gave the MF people a window of August seventh thru the fifteenth. We explained that we would only be together for a few weeks. 

Our love lives ran smoothly. Most nights I slept with both women. Sometimes, though, one of them would leave me alone with the other. When Connie was having a period, she often went down on Susan and me. At other times she would leave Susan and me alone to make love. Just as often, Susan would leave Connie and me alone. There didn't seem to be any pattern to those times. I think they arranged it between themselves.

Anyway, as I said, most days I made love with both women. We had "love all day" days a few times, too. I always liked those. I would watch Connie and Susan go down on each other. They would masturbate themselves or each other. I found that to be hot. I guess I have a voyeuristic side for watching women. They played a little game, trying to keep me hard, but not cumming. Sometimes I would get so hard I hurt. I would usually force Connie then, at least she would act like she was being forced, when she wasn't laughing. It was usually Connie because I was afraid of hurting Susan's baby. 

We watched porn movies about once a week. Sometimes they gave us ideas. Other times, they just made us hot. We always had good sex after watching. We also looked up websites about sex during pregnancy. They helped me some.

We were in touch with Vera and Sonja almost every day. They had arrived back in wheat country and were staying at the farmhouse. Vera looked up friends and picked up on all the gossip. She was especially alert for possible land sales. She also told everyone that she would be a great grandmother soon, and introduced Sonja around as the soon to be grandmother. 

Everyone already thought they had been gone on a search for a new place to live. There were a few questions about that. Vera answered they hadn't found the right place yet.

The closing for Sonja's house was shortly after they arrived at the farm. They attended it. Everything went smoothly. They stayed in wheat country for another week, negotiating for some farmland. They were able to pick up a couple of quarter section. That's 160 acres. They already had renters lined up for both.

They left for Nevada on the first of August. It was a two day drive with both of them driving. They arrived in the late afternoon. They both were very tired. After hugs and kisses and a chorus of "I love you," they both laid down for a nap. They woke after an hour and we all sat down to a light supper.

After dinner, there was coffee or wine. It was herb tea for Susan and Sonja. I had coffee. We sat in the living room while Vera and Sonja hit the high points of their activities.

"Now that we have the new place," Vera started, "we need to decide what to do with it."

"I have some ideas," Susan responded, "but they are very tentative. I was thinking about apartments for each branch of the family. That would be Connie and Jim, Vera and me, and Sonja. The idea is to raise the kids with their mothers.

"By the way, Sonja said, "I did go to a clinic to get a checkup. The doctor said that everything looked ok. The baby is due about mid-march.

"Do we intend to tell the children that Jim is their father?"

"I don't know, Sonja," Susan answered. "The Merged Families' people said they have some information on that. Perhaps we should wait for them. It won't be long.

"Sonja, you and I should sit down and go over all the financial stuff tomorrow, if you are up to it. Then we can report to everyone."

"That should be ok," Sonja replied. "When we get everyone together, let's get some ideas about the new place, like how we want to renovate it."

Connie spoke up, "We are expecting the Merged Family people on the seventh. That's next Wednesday. We will all need to be here."

"I assume they will be willing to answer questions," Vera said.

"They said that they will give us a very thorough orientation," Connie said. "I have already sent them copies of birth certificates and marriage licenses. So we will just have to show ID.

"They seem to be very obsessed with the idea that only people who meet the requirements join. They did tell me that some years ago there was an unpleasant experience, but they did not give details."

"Frankly I'm happy to see them being so strict. They will know a lot about us." That from Susan.

The conversation ran down after that. We eventually all headed for bed. Sonja, Susan and Connie were together in the master bedroom. Vera and I had the other one. We had a great night. Vera was already wet when we got to bed. She told me she had been thinking of my cock filling her pussy for days.

The next day, Susan and Sonja sat down to go over the finances. They reported to the rest of us in the afternoon. We were in very good shape. Our capital amounted to enough that we could be called rich. Most was invested in income producing assets. The plan was to reinvest a portion of the money and put aside another good portion for a rainy day. Susan and Vera had been doing that since shortly after they were widowed. That rainy day account was now quite large.

We probably had enough cash on hand that we could have paid for the new place, but we had chosen to mortgage it. We still had the cost of renovations to consider. We decided to pay for those out of our ready funds. We did agree, too, that the adjacent property could be paid for in cash. That deal had gone through. We were just waiting to close it. That would be near the end of August, but it could be handled by mail. 

We now had forty acres of land that was a mix of woods and open fields, although most of the fields were overgrown. There was not enough saleable timber on any of it to bother with. Vera said she had always thought that planting hardwoods like walnut or maple would be a good long term investment. She intended to look into it.

Before the meeting broke up, the ladies told me that they were concerned that they might be wearing me out. They said that they thought only one of them should be with me most nights.

"I don't feel worn out," I replied. "Besides, two women in my bed make for a real turn on. And I love to watch two of you making love."

Connie replied to that. "Jim, there is also the matter of intimacy. Although we all enjoy group sex, there are times when we want to be alone with you or with another of the ladies."

Susan added, "It seems to becoming more important to us, lately. It may be that the novelty of group sex has worn off. But, threesomes are still very nice and I still get a thrill thinking about all of us together."

Sonja and Vera were both nodding in agreement. 

"There will often be times when we will still enjoy our groups, but not as often." That was from Vera. "What it boils down to is that most nights only one of us will be with you. But there will be enough nights with two of us."

I thought that what they were talking about was as much, maybe more, for them as for me. I agreed. I would not make any objections. I was young and resilient, but I did feel overwhelmed on occasion.

Then I thought about it. I realized there were many times that I enjoyed the one on one lovemaking more. It seemed to bring me closer to the others. I loved them all. There was something different when we made love as individuals. I thought, too, that group sex would probably be more exciting if it was the exception rather than the rule. I came to realize that the women were right. For me, too, not just themselves.

I was with Sonja that night. She was very excited about our baby. 

"I'm so glad you're the father," she told me.

She was not too interested in oral, except as foreplay. Like Vera the night before, she wanted to feel me filling her. Even so, I enjoyed making her cum as I buried my face in her wet pussy. When she pushed me onto my back and straddled me, she was ready to cum again. Then she fucked me slowly and sensuously until we came together in a beautiful climax. We were both content afterward. We laid closely together in each other's arms and slept until morning.

That was how things went, except for one night when Connie and Vera were with me, until the time for our meeting with the Merged Families people came around.

A couple rang our doorbell about nine in the morning. They introduced themselves as John and Jane. They appeared to be in their mid-thirties. They were both pleasant looking people, but nothing exceptional about either. Jane was pulling a small bag on wheels and John was carrying a brief case.

We already had the living room set up. We had put some leaves in the dining table so there was enough room for all of us to sit around it. Coffee and cups were set out. John and Jane were introduced to all of us. They got right down to business. 

"First we need to verify our data," they said, "so we would like to see ID from everyone."

We knew this was coming, so we all had our driver's licenses ready. We passed them to John and Jane. They looked at them, checked the photo against the person, and then handed them all back.

"Thank you," Jane said. "We do like to be careful. Let us begin by telling you a little about ourselves. John is my brother. We usually pass as a married couple. We are part of a family that has been members of Merged Families for over seventy years, back when our group was in its infancy. We can talk more about families in the society later, but right now let's get started."

John spoke next. "We are returning all the items you have sent to us. There will be no record of your real identities in our files. You will be assigned a family name for our group purposes. In your case that will be 'Watson'. We normally don't change anyone's first name. Do you have any problem with 'Watson' for a name?"

No one did. So "Watson" it became, as far as the society was concerned.

Once the ID process was over, there was a noticeable thawing in the room. John and Jane were much more relaxed. We were, too. John opened his briefcase and pulled out a file. He handed it to Connie. 

"You, I believe, have been doing all the communication with us. These are your papers. We have not kept copies."

"We have a handbook for you." John continued. "It gives you a general overview of our society, and tells you about services and benefits. We also send out a newsletter, at least four times a year, maybe more. We request that you keep the handbook in a safe place. It is better for all concerned if it doesn't get out." He put a large loose leaf notebook on the table.

"A little history might be in order." Jane told us. "It all started when two families in the Columbus, Ohio, area became aware that they were both involved in incestuous relationships. They started to exchange ideas between themselves. At first, it was mostly about how to keep their lifestyle secret. Or about raising children in a family like ours.

"As children grew up, they were introduced into the family lifestyle. Some of the children moved to other areas for work or education. On a couple of occasions they went with siblings, posing as a married couple. The third member family of the society came from the Boston area.

"A son of one of the original families went there for college. He fell in love with a girl and asked her to marry him. He thought that he would have to abandon the family way. Instead, the girl confessed that her family engaged in incestuous love with all the family members participating, once they came of age. He convinced them to contact his family in Ohio.

"The society grew slowly for the first forty or fifty years. At first, a couple of members of the original families served as a clearing house. The society developed from that."

John took up the narrative. "There is a section in the handbook that deals with our history in more detail. Personally, I find it fascinating reading.

"As far as we know, we are the only group for families with an incestuous lifestyle. We are aware, though, of a number of groups for incestuous couples. Mother and son, siblings, father and daughter. We are in contact with several of them. There are areas where our interests overlap.

"One of the areas you specifically asked about was children. That is one of the main concerns of the society. We have put together a book on the subject." He put another, smaller, notebook on the table. "Everything in this book is from our experience. We all agree on many aspects of child rearing, but sometimes viewpoints differ. We tell you both sides so you can decide for yourself. You can always email us with questions on this or any other subject that applies to our society.

"We also have many professional people in our membership. Most of them will help out with small problems at no fee. For bigger problems, they will discount their services. It is understood that members will not take unfair advantage of these volunteer services. 

"There is more on this in the handbook. One area the society will take on for you is defense against any criminal charges brought against you for incest if there are no minors involved. This is one of the reasons our dues are high. We will throw every asset at any case for incest involving one of our member families. We have been quite successful."

"One question that often comes up is about a typical family in the society," Jane said. "There really is no single standard, but we have identified two different types of family. One is a compact group such as yourselves. It may grow through marriage or children.

"Another type of family is more spread out. The incestuous relationship starts with two, or maybe three, people in one branch of the family. Thens, aunts, cousins are brought into the group. These often introduce incest to closer members of their own family. It spreads like a game of dominoes. Often, though, the branches get together.

"A lot of families are a mix of the two. The compact families spread out as the children grow up and go off on their own. That is the situation for John and me. We do live as man and wife. We have two children. Our parents are watching them while we travel. We also still have relations with our parents and another sister. They live near us. Occasionally, we meet with families of aunts and uncles or cousins.

"If you track our family back you would find that it has been spreading like this for over fifty years. But there is still a core group, composed of four generations."

John took over the narrative. "There is some marriage between families in the society. It solves a lot of problems that could arise trying to integrate an outsider. It also avoids the problem of inbreeding. That is a problem, by the way. Not as much as is often thought, but it is there.

"Since the internet, there are many more such marriages. Families interact much more, and meet more often."

It was lunchtime, so Vera and Connie set up the table while everyone else moved to the living room chairs and couch.

"After lunch, we'll be able to answer any questions," Jane said. "I'm sure you'll have many."

We had a pleasant meal. The subject of Merged Families was put aside while we ate. Jane and John were interesting conversationalists. Both had a quick wit.

The table was cleared, and fresh coffee made. We all sat back at the table. Vera started the conversation. 

"I think it's safe to tell John and Jane about our future plans. Does anyone disagree?"

No one did, so she explained to the couple from the society about the new place. "We need to decide what renovations we need to make. We wanted to see what advice you had about raising children. We thought that might have some bearing on the subject."

"Let me see what we can find out," Jane said. She looked for something on her laptop for several minutes. Then she sent an email.

"I have sent an email about your expected children and your new home. We'll see if any of our correspondents have any suggestion. That may take a few days. I'll stay in touch with you about it."

John had been searching for something on his computer as Jane talked. "I have been checking on the laws about incest in the state you are moving to. They don't seem any more onerous than those in the state you are leaving. The main thing will always be to maintain secrecy.

I think we can help out in another way. There is a member family not far from your new place. Two of them are both architects. If you like, I'll email them about working on your renovations."

Vera looked around at the rest of the family. We all nodded. 

"Go right ahead," she told John. 

The question came up about how other families handled their finances. 

"Much like you are already doing," Jane answered. "The compact families usually have a central business. In your case, it would be investments. That could include making investments in businesses started by family members."

"I think you can find some information on investing within the family structure, and how to centralize finances," John added. "Once again, it is about the experiences of other families."

Jane continued. "You might find families that are bankers, or lawyers, maybe farmers. The architects we just contacted for you are from a compact family that started with a construction business. It now has several companies specializing in different areas of construction. The architectural business fits into the family nicely.




Wheat Country Ch. 06



"The spread out families are far more diverse, but even they often tend toward most members working at similar occupations. A lot of engineers, for instance, or bankers."

John added, "Most of our member families are quite prosperous. Especially the ones that have been members longest. One of the original families, for instance, has become extremely wealthy in the manufacturing business. It could still be classified as a compact family, but a couple of branches have split off and become member families in their own right."

The conversation continued through most of the afternoon. Then Sonja asked about what kind of interaction there was between families. 

Jane answered, "More now that we have the internet, but there has always been some socializing.

"Most of the families do not have strict rules about socializing outside the family, only if it would impact their security. Socializing between families is encouraged. For instance, John and I will occasionally visit another family or a few of them may visit us. Our parents are often there, too. These visits often lead to marriages or children."

"Was Jane hinting at something?" I wondered. I looked at Vera, she had a thoughtful expression. It looked like she was having similar thoughts.

"One of our children comes from such a visit," John told us. "I think of her as my own."

From the expressions I was seeing, I got the impression that the other ladies were starting to get the same message.

Shortly after that exchange, Jane announced that she thought they had covered enough for the day. 

"I'm sure you will have much to discuss between yourselves. Tomorrow, John will need to sit down with whoever is going to be doing most of your communication with us. That will take three or four hours. I can answer more questions while they are doing that." 

"If you like, we can get together for dinner," John told us.

"Why don't you come back here?" Vera told them. "We have already prepared dinner. It just has to be put in the oven. Lasagna. Sonja is very good at it. And fresh bread."

"That sounds too good to pass up," laughed John. "About six-thirty ok?"

"That's fine," answered Vera.

It was about three o'clock when John and Jane left. They were staying at a motel. We all sat down around the table to discuss the day's events.

"Let's decide something," Vera said. "Do we invite them to spend the night with us? Was I wrong in thinking they wouldn't be averse to doing so?"

Connie spoke up. "I don't want to make love with any man but Jim. I don't need another man to make my babies."

"I'm not too interested in another man, either," Susan said. "And I'm quite satisfied with the women in my life. But I don't care if some of you want to get together with them."

"I don't either," said Connie. "Not even Jim."

"I might be interested in a night with John," Sonja said. "But everyone would have to approve. I mean really approve, not just say so."

Vera looked around the table. "What Sonja said."

"I approve Sonja," Connie told her. "I approve of anyone else having a go at John."

"But what about Jane?" Susan asked. She looked at Connie.

Vera stepped in then. "I think whatever we decide must be unanimous. And, as Sonja said, it must be a real approval."

They all looked at me. The only man in the group. I had been the only man any of them had sex with for quite some time. My thoughts were racing. Jealousy was not part of my make-up, nor was possessiveness. But how would I really feel about another man fucking one of my women? But they weren't my women. They were their own.

I appreciated what Connie had said. We had a special bond. One we rarely talked about, although we were both aware of it.

I could only have one response and remain true to my own values. 

"I approve. I very definitely approve of any of you making your own decisions."

"So do I," said Connie. "I also approve of Jim spending the night with Jane. Though I'd like to be there, too. The fact is that watching Jim with one of you ladies excites me. I think watching him with Jane would, too."

Susan said, "You can put me down as approving also.

"We still have to be sure we not reading something into what they said. They may not have meant what we think, at all."

"We'll know soon enough," Vera said.

It was still a couple of hours until dinner time. Sonja said she'd make sure the meal was ready on time. Some of us decided to take a nap. Connie and I went to the smaller bedroom. The other women to the bigger one.

As we laid on the bed together, Connie told me, "I really meant what I said, Jim. I think it might be exciting to watch you making love with Jane." She thought for a moment then added, "I remember, too, how exciting it was to make love with Vera and Susan when my only experience was with my own mother. I can't help but wonder if Jane would like to make love with both of us."

"We'll know soon enough," I told her as I held her tightly. "And thank you for what you said, about me being the only man you want."

We dozed off and slept until Sonja called us to get ready for dinner.

We had about a half hour to wait. Connie and I had coffee in the living room while the other women finished preparing dinner and setting the table. I noticed that Susan was starting to waddle a bit.

The bell rang promptly at six and Connie answered. When John and Jane entered, we were quite surprised at the change from when they had left. When they had arrived that morning they had been dressed quite conservatively. Now John wore casual slacks and shirt. Jane, however, was a knockout. She wore a short skirt with nylons and heels. Not porn star heels, but they did nice things to her legs. Her blouse was low cut, showing just a bit of cleavage.

"Wow," Connie said as Jane entered, "You look lovely."

"Thank you," Jane responded.

Both our visitors refused a drink, but they did have wine with dinner. Everyone but Susan and Sonja had wine also. The dinner was a success. The lasagna was delicious. And the fresh bread was a delight. The conversation was light and friendly. There was almost no mention of the society.

Someone asked what Jane and John's occupations were. It turned out that they were self-employed accountants. They had a small firm with several employees in a mid-sized city. They made several trips a year to meet with prospective society members.

"By the time we get to an actual meeting, most of those not eligible have been eliminated," John said, "We rarely have to reject anyone. Usually, that is because of minor children being involved. That is rare, by the way."

After dinner, over coffee or wine, Vera asked them, "Would you like to stay with us tonight?"

"Thank you for asking," Jane replied. "I think we would both be delighted."

"Yes, we would," John said.

"Now there is the question of who is with whom?" Vera said.

"We'll leave that up to you," Jane responded. "We haven't been with anyone outside of family in over a year. We're excited by the prospect."

"Well, we have some thoughts, but we don't know your preferences," Vera told them.

"Other than the fact that John likes older women, we don't really have many." Jane said. "I like men and women both. John is only into women." 

It was decided that Jane would stay with Connie and me and that Vera and Sonja would be with John. There was some talk about going to the motel with John, but Susan wouldn't hear of it. She said she could sleep on the sofa bed.

That seemed ok to everyone. Connie and I made the bed up for Susan. While we were doing that, John brought in two small cases from their car.

Then, taking Jane's hand, we went to the bedroom. Vera and Sonja, leading John by the hands, were right behind us.

In the bedroom, Jane held her arms out to both Connie and I. We responded and all three of us hugged tightly.

We all stepped back then and stripped. I had to admire Jane's body. It wasn't as firm as Connie's but, for a woman in her mid-thirties with two children, it was in good shape. Like Connie, she had nice legs which were accented by nylons. As she pushed her panties down her legs, she exposed a lacy garter belt.

I compared her naked beauty to Connie's. Connie won, but Jane was new and appealing.

We laid on the bed with Jane in the middle. She kissed both Connie and me. Connie was first with a deep, long, kiss. Then me. It was a little hotter than her kiss with Connie had been.

"What would you like, Jane?" Connie asked her.

"I'd like another baby," Jane said softly. "It could happen tonight, the time is right."

"Oh," Connie hesitated, started to say something, but remained silent.

"You're worried about the baby not being yours, aren't you?" Jane told her.

I was being left out of this conversation. It was between them.

"Yes, I guess so," after a pause she continued. "A baby of my Jim is a baby of mine. At least it feels that way to me."

"I understand," Jane told her. "If you approve, I can tell you that the child will be loved and treasured. We can remain in touch if you like, but the child will be brought up thinking that John is his father."

"It's just hard to accept," Connie said. "I'll try to, though. You and John seem like nice people. I think you'll make good parents for our baby."

They hugged each other then. I was still being left out. Their hot kisses were for each other. They formed a bond. They slid down to the middle of the bed while kissing and fondling each other's tits. They worked down their bodies to bury their faces in the other's pussy. They began to lick and suck and bring each other to a climax.

The scents of hot women were strong in the air. The musky fragrance had my cock throbbing with desire. I watched the two women eating each other. The sounds of their satisfaction muffled by the folds of the other's cunt. It was stimulating and erotic. I watched bare asses and backs. Beautiful hair cascaded against the white background of the sheets.

They turned. One was on top, then the other. They went on their sides, legs upraised. I knelt beside them rubbing my pulsating cock against bare flesh as they turned before me.

When they broke apart I was so hard I hurt. They rested only a moment before Connie stood. Standing next to the bed, she held out a hand to each of us. We both rose with her and she led us to a chair.

It was a chair that we used to eat each other. There was a similar one in the other bedroom. Connie indicated that I should sit in it. I did, with my rock hard cock standing erect. 

Connie stood behind Jane. Her tits pressed on the bare flesh of the other woman's back. Whispering in Jane's ear, Connie caressed the other's tits. One hand drifted downward to rest on Jane's vulva.

I could not understand the words Connie was whispering to Jane. By her actions, she was urging Jane to kneel. Connie pressed down on her and impelled her. They went to their knees together. Connie was still at Jane's back. She still fondling her. She still whispered. She pressed Jane toward me and toward my raging hard cock.

Jane didn't need much encouragement. Her hands reached for my throbbing shaft, holding it as her lips parted to slide over it. Her hands went around my hips. Her fingers danced in the crack of my ass.

Connie moved back to watch. She gazed raptly as I got a blowjob from another woman. 

Jane's lips, her tongue, her teeth, and her fingers brought me to an explosive orgasm. The electric thrill of cum gushed from my prick. My hands on her head held her as I thrust my cock into her eager mouth. She took me all, deep into her throat, loving the hardness as he slid through my hot fresh cum.

Connie moved behind her again. As I softened, she grabbed a handful of Jane's hair. She pulled Jane's head back. Off my cock. Back for a kiss. Hard. Open mouthed. To share my cum. A wet, sloppy kiss. Cum flowed from mouth to mouth. Jane's arm grasped Connie. She returned the kiss. Cum dribbled from their lips.

They broke the kiss. They licked each other's face, cleaning my cum from each other. They embraced then. They hugged each other and kissed, but not like lovers. It was more like sisters or, maybe, close friends.

"He'll last for you now," Connie told Jane.

She told me about it afterward.

"I was cumming when she sucked you. My juices were running down my leg, I was so excited. I was exhilarated. To watch her hot mouth on your cock. To see you thrust yourself down her throat when you shot your cum into her mouth. 

"I felt very domineering, I rarely have felt that way before. I didn't want to hurt her, but I wanted to make her please you. She was submissive, at least then. I don't think she always is that way. 

"It was strange. I kept thinking that she wanted my baby. It was irrational, I know. I felt tenderness for her afterward."

The women stood then and, taking my hand, led me back to the bed. They laid on either side of me, pressing their bodies to mine. As their hands fondled my flaccid dick, I felt the early stirrings of a new hard-on. I had an arm around each of them. They were taking turns kissing me. Between kisses, they would nuzzle my neck and nibble my ear.

I was soon hard again. Jane straddled me. Guiding my manhood to her pussy, she lowered herself onto me. Sliding down my hard shaft, she sighed as it filled her. Her pussy was snug on me. It was pleasurable for both of us.

Connie straddled my face. Her cunt was wet. It flowed with the juices of her lust. I had never seen her so wet. 

Connie's essences flowed onto my face as I buried my face in her cunt. Her hand grasped my hair and held me there. She leaned back into Jane. Jane's arms went around her and held her. Connie turned her head to kiss Jane as Jane's hands caressed her breasts.

Connie was already hot. She was cumming soon. Jane picked up her excitement and rose to her own orgasm.

Jane met my thrusts. Getting in sync with me, our bodies slammed together as we fucked each other hard. The sounds of hot women cumming were vague to me. I was engrossed by the scents and tastes of the pussy rubbing over my face and by the warm, snug, feeling of another pussy stroking the length of my cock.

I was exhilarated. I was sent to heaven by two hot women making love with me. I think the orgasm started in my toes, or maybe my scalp. Wherever it was, it soon raced through my body. It converged at my cock. It exploded at the tip with the gush of cum into Jane's willing pussy. My hot seed poured into her. It sprayed into her willing cunt.

I was spent. I laid in bed with a naked woman, again, on either side of me. This time they, too, were replete. We kissed all of us. Soft, loving, kisses. We slept.

I woke about four in the morning to the delightful feel of someone sucking my cock. It was Jane. She sensed that I was awake and moved up to lie facing me. We kissed. Hot, wet, kisses. She rolled onto her back and pulled me on top of her. 

She whispered, "Fuck me."

Connie was still asleep, breathing deeply, as Jane guided my cock to her slit. Her legs looped over mine and her arms held me as I slid into her warm, snug pussy. She lifted her hips to me. I thrust into her. My cock slid through the fluids of her desire. I fucked her slowly. She felt soft and sensuous. She drew my head to her tits. Then she pulled me to her lips to kiss wetly, sloppily. Our tongues danced and twisted.

I felt Connie next to us. She had awakened. She snuggled her naked body next to ours. Her arm was over us. A leg looped over us, too. Her bare flesh was against ours. She moved with us with her finger on her clit and then into her tunnel. I was elated. I felt like I was fucking both of them together. Their orgasms were together, too. I lasted a long time. Every minute a thrill. When I shot my cum into Jane's belly, both women were at the height of an orgasm.

Again I laid between the two women, feeling content. I was pleasantly tired and soon fell asleep. I woke with the sun shining through the window and the sound of running water in the bathroom. I was alone but heard the soft laughter of women in the bathroom. Jane and Connie were showering together.

I had to pee. I went in the bathroom, just as they were getting out of the shower, reaching for towels. 

"Go ahead and Pee, Jim. We don't mind," Connie told me.

Jane gave me a big smile. "Not at all," she said. "We would have invited you to shower, but you were sound asleep."

They were drying each other. I watched. It was a very sensual scene. They let their bodies contact each other often. They caressed each other's boobs and twats. When dry, they embraced and kissed. They kissed me then. Both of them.

"Everyone else is already up, Jim. We'll meet you in the kitchen." Connie told me. "Don't be too long, we have a lot to do."

I got a quick shower, dressed and went to the kitchen. Susan handed me a bowl of cereal. The rest of the family was in the living room. Jane was answering questions. I heard her talking about legal defenses. 

"As I said yesterday, we have been quite successful with the few cases there have been in recent years. That said, we can't emphasize secrecy enough."

John was waiting by the computer with Connie. The rest of the morning, he went over codes and procedures for contacting the society as well as correspondence with other families.

John showed us the society website. It was pretty well protected. Whoever had set it up knew what they were doing. I told John so. He replied that a couple of members had set it up. He told us that members do most of the work the society needs. 

"It's all about secrecy," he said.

John had finished everything he had to show us by ten o'clock.

We rejoined the group with Jane while John went to the motel to check out.

I had one last question as Jane was wrapping up. "Are Jane and John your real names?"

Jane laughed. "Yes," she answered. "They really are."

John was back soon after. We had a nice lunch together. There were lots of hugs all around. I shook hands with John. They left for their drive home. It was about a six hour drive. We knew their society family name and the general area they live in. Both of them indicated that they would like to meet with us again. Perhaps, they hinted, with other members of their family.

A couple of days later, we made contact with the architects. They seemed very interested in the project. It was decided that Vera and Sonja would go back east for a few days to meet with them. They would stay at the apartment.

Connie and I left for school a couple of days after that. We were in our third year now and getting into the subject matter for our majors. We arrived back at our apartment and started to make arrangements for Sonja's arrival. There was the baby to be thinking about, too. He would be with us often. We called Susan and suggested that we get a bigger house.



Wheat Country Ch. 07



Many thanks once again to tangentjoker who edited this story.

All the characters are age 18, or older. This story is about incestuous relationships.

This is an ongoing story. For background, I suggest you read the earlier chapters of Wheat Country.

It was early October. Connie and I had settled into our new place. It was bigger than our previous house. There were four bedrooms, a large living room and a separate dining room. The dining room was large enough to use as a second master bedroom. We used one of the bedrooms for a study room. Another one would be a nursery. We would be needing the room when Sonja came to live with us. We could also expect to be caring for the baby at least part of the time. The new place was big enough for the whole family, whenever we could all get together.

Sonja and Vera were in Nevada for a while, staying with Susan until our baby arrived. That could happen any day. They had been quite busy since our time all together in Nevada. They had gone east to the new place to get the renovations started. After they had things lined up with the architects, they went back to Nevada to be with Susan.

Sonja's pregnancy was coming along fine. She was very happy and excited about it. The rest of the family was, too. Our family was growing. It excited all of us, along with her.

So, Connie and I were alone together for a while. We couldn't seem to get enough of each other. Even though our studies were getting a bit harder we found plenty of time to make love together. We did make it a point, though, to study before we got wrapped up with each other. Fortunately, we both had breaks between classes when we could do some studying. We also had several classes together.

Connie had started to wear slips around the house. Often with nylons. She had learned that they turned me on. She liked me to wear only my underwear around the house. She thought that it was sexy, especially when I showed the bulge of an incipient hard-on. I thought it just as sexy when Connie's nipples would show through the nylon of the slip, like little bullets. The friction of the slip fabric would excite them. She might, or might not be wearing panties, but she seldom wore a bra. I loved to lift the slip to see if she was wearing panties; whether she was, or not, by this point she would always be ready and wet.

If she was wearing panties, I would see the wet spot from her juices seeping through. I would rub my face on it. Lick it. Suck it. I would savor the scent of her arousal, my dick hardening from the exhilaration. I would use my tongue to push the fabric of her panties into her slit, causing her juices to flow even more.

If her pussy was bare, I would take a moment to contemplate the halo of light brown hair crowning the swollen labia. I would gaze in rapture as her hands on my head urged me toward her. To eat her. To suck her ready cunt.

I loved the scent and taste of Connie's pussy. I loved to lick it, to suck it, to make her cum. I loved it even more because it excited her so much. She loved to suck my cock, too. She loved to feel the heat of my cum as it gushed into her hot mouth. We ate each other often. We fucked. We kissed to exchange the tastes of each other. We loved to fuck. My hard cock filled her willing pussy. Her soft cries as I stretched the walls of her vagina. We loved the closeness afterward when we held each other tightly.

It was while Connie and I were making love that we got the call that the baby had arrived. He was healthy and, of course, beautiful. It was a Wednesday. October 12th. About ten days later than expected. We put the call on speaker so we could both hear. Vera and Sonja were both excited. We got to say a few words to Susan. She sounded a little groggy, so we told her we'd talk more the next day.

We hardly got any sleep that night. Connie was extra horny. I think it was the news about the baby that did it to her.

The next day, she brought up the subject of her birth control pills.

"We need to decide something, Jim." She stated. "When do I get off the pill?"

"We need to think about it," I replied. "The only reason I see not to is your education. A child would certainly interfere with your schooling."

"I know," she replied. "I'm torn about which to put first. I think, maybe, we should ask the other women what they think."

"Let's go to Nevada," I said. "We can leave tomorrow morning. With both of us driving, we can be there by midnight."

Connie was all for it. "That should work. I don't have any tests coming up, do you?"

I replied that I didn't. We left for classes. When we got home, we called the ladies in Nevada to let them know we were coming. They told us that Susan would be bringing the baby home the next day. We got a good night's sleep and were on our way very early the next morning, Friday.

It was a long drive, but we got to the Nevada place about ten at night. Everyone was still awake waiting for us. Everyone but the baby, that is. We tiptoed into the bedroom, they had a crib set up in the master bedroom, to get a look at him. I felt a swell of pride as I looked at his red, wrinkled face; his eyes squeezed shut.

Back in the living room, the women were all exclaiming about what a beautiful baby he was and congratulating me.

I slept with Susan that night. Connie went with Sonja and Vera. Connie and I were both beat but, even so, we were delighted to be with the rest of the family again.

Susan wouldn't be ready for sex for a while yet. But it felt nice to have her body next to mine. She let me taste her milk, but said she had to save most of it for the baby. 

"He's a greedy little thing," she told me. She had to get up a couple of times during the night to feed Brian; I watched raptly as he sucked her tit.

The next day, we all got together to talk things over. Susan mentioned that she would have to switch Brian to a bottle before she went back to the farm. She thought that would be in a month to six weeks. The plan was for Sonja to move to the college house. Susan and Vera would stay there for a short while until Susan was pretty well fully recovered. Then they would go to the farm, for a short visit, before heading to the new place to check on progress. They didn't expect that trip to take more than a week or ten days. The baby would stay with us while they were gone.

Connie was thrilled with the idea of having the baby with us. That brought up the question she had about getting off the pill. There was a lot of discussion among the women. I stayed out of it. Vera summed it up quite well. 

"Connie, you should finish college. We all appear to agree on that. Our advice is to wait until you are almost finished with school before you get pregnant."

The subject of the Merged Families Society came up. Susan and Sonja had been in touch with them quite often. Mostly about raising children in an environment like ours. They said that their advice sounded good. It was based on the experiences of other families in the society. They didn't go into much detail, but did say that they would pass it on to the rest of us.

Our night with Jane and John, the Merged Families representatives, was brought up by Sonja. She was feeling a little guilty. She thought that she may have violated her oath to the rest of us. Vera said she had occasional twinges of guilt, too.

"We all agreed it would be ok," I spoke up. "I suppose I should feel guilty, too, but I don't. Connie shared in my pleasure. We felt happy for you when we saw how you looked in the morning. You had the glow that comes from good loving."

Susan chimed in. "Even though I didn't participate, I approved. I was happy to see that glow about you, too. I think the way I see it is that we all participated; one way, or another. Even if it was only through our approval. That makes it a family-group thing as far as I'm concerned. It's like we were all together for the event. Something we all did together."

"I agree," Connie said. "I think that if anything like this comes up again, we need to be very sure that we all approve as we did that time. Personally, I'm not sure if I would participate again or not."

"I think so, too, Connie," Vera said. "I think that at least four of us have to participate, and everyone must approve. There is another, related, subject we should talk about. Do we want to actively look for additions to our family? I'm thinking of others joining our group marriage."

"That's a toughie," Susan said. "Actively look, I'd say no. At the same time, I am not averse to new members on a marriage basis. Let's hear what Jim has to say."

"I'm really not sure," I replied. "It's something I'll have to work out in my mind. I do know that a lot will depend on the people we are considering. Especially the men."

"I don't want another man besides you, Jim." Connie was quite emphatic.

"Neither do I," added Susan.

"Let's table it for now," Vera said. "But we should all give the subject some thought. It could come up at any time."

We all sat down to a nice family dinner. It was nice to be all together, even if it was only for a day. Connie and I would be leaving in the morning. We couldn't afford to skip too many classes.

I slept with Susan again that night. I felt very much in love with her. She was my mother and the mother of our child. We held each other close and fell asleep together. Until we woke to feed Brian.

I watched as she fed Brian again. When he had enough, she gave me her tit to taste. I got a little more that time. I felt a thrill run through me as Susan, my mother, held me to her tit like a nursing baby as she had when I was a baby.

When we woke in the morning Susan hugged me hard. 

"I love you," she told me softly. "Thank you for sleeping with me. I have really missed you." 

After a light breakfast, and lots of hugs and kisses, Connie and I got on the way. It was mid-morning when we left. We planned to stop overnight. 

It was early afternoon when Connie whispered in my ear, "I'm horny."

We started looking for a place to stop.

*********

It was late November before they were ready to close the Nevada house. There were a few things they would want at the new place. They shipped those east to put in storage.

Connie and I drove down over Thanksgiving to help. We took my pickup. The weather was good, so we were able to go through Colorado. It was a great drive through the snow covered mountains. We left early again and made it in one, very long, day. Both of us took turns driving. We arrived late. It was almost midnight. Both of us were very tired. We crashed that night as we had the last time. Connie with Vera and Sonja. Me with Susan.

Susan kissed me softly and told me to get some rest. "You and I will be together tomorrow night, Jim. I've been waiting for you."

The next day, we woke rested. It was a huge thrill seeing how much Brian had progressed. Susan showed her pride. The other women seemed almost as proud as she was.

We spent the day loading excess baggage into the pickup. Susan had made a deal with the landlord to take the furniture. We didn't need it any longer. We had already taken care of the things we wanted to keep for the new place.

Our dinner that night was pizza. We had it delivered. Sonja took the opportunity to make an announcement. She told us over pizza that the baby would be a girl. Her pregnancy was starting to show. Everything was going well for her so far.

Susan was waiting for me that night. Brian was with the other women. He was being bottle fed now so they could take care of it. They wanted to give Susan and me a few nights alone. We both appreciated their thoughtfulness. I came into the bedroom from my shower to find her on the bed with a short nighty, nylons and garter belt. I experienced an instant hard-on as she held her arms up to me.

"My son, my husband, my love," she murmured in my ear as I laid next to her in her embrace. My arms held her tightly in return.

"And you are my wife and mother," I told her in return. "The mother of our son. And I love you."

"You are the first since Brian came," she told me. "My libido was back to normal two weeks ago but I wanted you before anyone else."

I responded by kissing her. A soft lingering kiss. I wanted to show her love, not heat.

The heat came soon, though. She pulled one side of her nighty down to expose her tit. As I sucked at it, my hand drifted to her snatch to feel her the lips of her pussy already wet with lust.

Her hand was on my cock, fondling me, as my finger slipped into her to rub the nubbin of her clit before sliding into her tunnel searching for her G-spot. When I found it, she gasped and her hips lifted. Her kisses were wet, wild, mindless. I pushed another finger into her and massaged her clit with my thumb.

When I started to slide down her body, to eat her, she grabbed my hair. 

Pulling me on top, she told me, "Later for that. Fuck me now. It's been so long. We have lots of time for other play."

I knelt between her legs, rubbing the tip of my dick against her hard clit. My cock slid into her on the film of her juices. She smiled as she felt him enter her. Her arms clasped me, her nylon sheathed legs looped over mine. The friction of the fabric sending thrills through my body. She was hot and ready. 

"Fuck me hard," she cried out.

I pumped my cock into her. She responded, meeting my thrusts as we picked up each other's rhythm. Susan reached an orgasm after only a few strokes of my hard cock. She had been almost ready to cum when I slid into her. With a sharp intake of breath, she pulled my head to her. Wet mindless kisses, open mouthed, hot, sloppy. Her hips lifted to me. Her legs clasped on my back. Muffled cries of "Fuck me." I pumped into her hot cunt.

Susan was cumming almost continually when my cum exploded into her hot cunt. The electric sensation at the tip of my cock was exhilarating. It had been quite a while since I had been able to fuck my mother. I thought that it was as thrilling as our first night together. I told her so. 

She hugged me tightly with a soft, "Thank you, my darling."

We lay together kissing lightly, both of us playing with her tits, as we recuperated. As our kisses heated up, I let my hand slide down her body to her pussy. I followed my hand, kissing my way down her body as my fingers played in her.

Her breasts, to fondle. Her nipples, to nibble and suck. Down across her belly; kissing my way. Pausing to lick at her navel. Her mons; I rubbed my face on that beautiful sexy mound. Her legs opened for me. I lay between them. Her hands guided me, pressing my head to her pussy. I devoured the lovely sight of her aroused cunt with its halo of hair crowning the swollen labia. She was opening slightly, to the redness of her heat. To the glisten of her juices, the product of her lust and desire; beckoning to me, calling me, inviting me to bury my face in the wet and warmth of my mother's cunt.

The scent. The wonderful musky fragrance of an aroused woman. I inhaled the aroma, delighting in it. My tongue licked at her, tasting her nectar seeping between the lips. I relished the wonderful blend of her juices mixed with my cum. I pushed the tip of my tongue between the lips, tasting, treasuring the delightful mingling.

When Susan felt my tongue slip between her labia, she gasped. Lifting her hips to me, she twisted her hands in my hair and pulled me into her pussy; into the warmth. She wanted the feel of my wet mouth on her. The sensation of my lips on her clit; licking, sucking. My teeth nibbling. She wanted my tongue licking at her, salivating over her inner lips. 

She screamed in ecstasy, exulting in the thrill of an orgasm as she clasped me with her nylon sheathed legs. The juices of her pussy flowed as she came again and again. I licked them up. I drank of them as I would a fine wine.

"Stop," I heard, dimly. She was gasping out the word, even as her body shuddered from an orgasm. I pulled back, reluctantly. She lay with her legs splayed lewdly as I slid up to lie alongside her.

We held each other, exchanging soft kisses as she recuperated again. My hard cock was against her snatch. Her tits were out of her nightie. Susan brought my head to them to suck and nibble at her hard nipples. She held my head like she would a baby suckling on her. It brought back memories of when I drank the milk from her; pleasant memories.

Susan pushed me onto my back and straddled me. Positioning herself over my hard cock, she lowered herself. Her hot pussy slid down my shaft, gliding on the juices of her desire. She leaned forward to me to give me her tits to suck and to let her clit slide along my hardness.

She fucked me slowly, sensuously. It was more like an act of love than lust. We kissed.

"I love you," she whispered. I watched her as she fucked me. Her trim body still a little out of shape from childbirth, but rapidly regaining its former firmness. I watched her face, joyful, elated at the feeling of my hard cock filling her. She had still more orgasms. I was amazed at the number that had thrilled her already; yet she was enjoying still more.

I was a while cumming. I was always able to last longer with the woman on top. I had cum once already, too. It was when Susan was just starting a climax that I felt the chill run up my back. The thrilling chill that foreshadowed a robust orgasm. The thrills tore through my body, through my every cell. Exploding through the head of my dick as my cum gushed from me. Poured into the ready receptacle of my mother's cunt.

She welcomed it. Leaning forward, she held me tightly as I softened within her. She rolled off me. I hugged her tightly. 

"I love you so much, Susan," I told her.

"And I love you," she replied.

We fell asleep in each other's arms.

We were late starting the next day but we were on the road by midmorning. We had a caravan. Connie and I led in my pickup. Susan and Sonja next in Susan's car with the baby. Vera followed with her car. Vera had called ahead for motel reservations. We had two adjoining rooms lined up for the night.

It was quite late when we stopped but, after a good dinner and showers, we all felt pretty good but tired. Vera slept with me that night. We both fell asleep without any sex. We both woke up early, though. After heading to the bathroom to pee and brush our teeth, we hopped back into bed to eat each other.

We heard sex noises from the other room, too. So we figured they were having morning fun also. Eventually, Vera and I got up for a cup of coffee. Sonja peeked in from the next room. Seeing us awake, she joined us with her coffee. Susan and Connie soon followed.

We got on the road a little earlier than the day before. It was a long day, but we arrived home, at the college house, in the evening. We didn't unload any more than we needed to. We were all very tired. 

Connie stayed with me that night. We had a quicky before we fell asleep in each other's arms, glad to be home. We had classes again the next day so after a breakfast with the rest of the family, we were off to school. We both went in Connie's car. My pickup was still loaded.

We got home in the afternoon to find that the women had unloaded everything. They would be taking some of it to the farm, but had made it a point to leave the quilts that we had used, in Nevada, for our family love fest.

They had the baby set up in the nursery. The remaining bedroom was set up for anyone to use. When the whole family was there, the two master bedrooms would be the ones used, unless someone wanted a night alone.

We had a conversation that night at dinner about our future as a family. Our finances were in good shape. The new place would probably be ready in a year or so. The renovations would be costly, but they were affordable for us.

Connie brought up the idea of a group loving. "It's been a while since we were a united family," she said. "I think it's time for us all to be together again."




Wheat Country Ch. 07



The rest of us agreed. We decided on the coming weekend. I think we were all looking forward to it. These group lovings tended to bond us closer together. At those times we truly were a united family. Each of us in love with the others.

Susan and Vera would be going back to the farm soon. They would stay there for a short while, then go to the new place to check on progress. Work had not started yet. The architects had sent us some sketches for us to look at. There were several different concepts that they put forward. We would have to decide which we wanted. Connie and I hadn't gotten too involved with the project, although we had looked at the sketches. They had been emailed to us. We looked them over but we were busy with our schooling and we thought that Susan, Vera and Sonja could do a good job of it without our help.

The architects were a father and daughter team from one of the Merged Families. So far, everyone seemed quite satisfied with their preliminary work. Vera and Susan would be sitting down with them to make some final decisions about what we wanted.

Sonja was with me that night. It had been a while since we were together. I kissed her baby bump. Our baby. She was just starting to show her pregnancy. She was proud of it as she lay on her back, nude except for nylons, hands on the bump.

"She's doing fine," she told me. "You'll love her when she comes."

Her arms went around me then. We were kissing hot, wet, kisses. 

"Being alone with you is nice. I have missed you so much," she told me. "The feel of you inside me. The beautiful feeling I have when you fill me." 

The women of the family had decided that, most nights, I would only have one of them with me. They felt that it gave them the intimacy they craved. Truthfully, I liked it, too. Watching two, or more, women make love was a huge turn on for me but being alone with a hot and horny woman was just as exciting. I trusted the women to make sure that my sex life stayed interesting and that theirs did, too.

Sonja was fondling my cock as I felt the lips of her pussy. She was already wet. She wanted my cock. Foreplay was secondary. 

"I've been horny all day," she whispered. "My panties have been soaked since lunchtime. Just fuck me."

I was still nervous about pregnant women, afraid I'd hurt the baby. Sonja wasn't, though. She pushed me onto my back and straddled me. She impaled herself on my rock hard cock. She slid it into herself; into her slick cunt. She was horny and aggressive. She rode me hard. She twisted around to ride me in reverse. With my hands on her hips, I watched her ass bobbing in front of me. She swung around to face me again. She leaned down to kiss and to let me suck her tit.

I grasped her hips and pulled her off my cock to my face to lick, suck and make her cum. She was mindless in the heat of her orgasm, rubbing her juices on my face as her hands gripped my hair holding me tightly to her fragrant pussy. It was an exotic scent; one I loved. The taste, too, was delightful. Musk with traces of sweat and piss. Sonja had been having minor bladder problems as a result of her pregnancy. To me, it added a pleasing tartness to her flavor. I rubbed my nose against her clit as my tongue lapped up the juices flowing from her. 

She pulled herself away from my face, back to my cock. She lay on my chest as she pumped herself on my shaft. Our kisses were wild, wet, and mindless. She moaned, incoherent syllables as orgasms tore through her with an occasional "fuck me" being understandable.

I don't think I had ever seen Sonja so wild. It infected me. I tried to hold back. In fact, with the woman on top I was usually able to last much longer. Even so, there was a point past which I had no control. My cum exploded into her, deep into her hot cunt.

She lay on my chest even after I had softened. We kissed occasionally, but it was more of a comfortable feeling for both of us. We were content together. Eventually she rolled off me.

Lying next to me, she said, "I'm supposed to ration you tonight. The other women want to make sure you are charged up for the family loving."

I laughed. We cuddled together and fell asleep. During the night, she got up to make a bathroom visit. I was partly awake when she climbed back into bed. 

I heard her whisper, "I love you."

I don't think I was supposed to hear it. When we woke in the morning, she kissed me warmly. "That was a nice night," she said.

Connie and I had to get back to our studies. Even with the house full of family, we had to take a few hours every evening to ourselves. We could study together in the room we had set up for that purpose. The other women helped by doing the cooking and a lot of the cleaning. 

Things went normally for the rest of the week. I was with a different woman every night, but none of them would let me cum more than once. "Keeping me charged," as they put it.

I got home from classes Friday afternoon before Connie. She had a later class than I. I found the women finishing up the preparations for the group loving. They had set things up in the living room. Lots of nice thick quilts, they had bought a couple more, covered with sheets. Folded blankets handy in case we got cold while sleeping. Pillows strewn around, including a few of the wedge shaped ones that someone had acquired for our last loving in Nevada. I could feel the anticipation in the air, a sense of excitement. I think I could already sense female pheromones wafting through the house.

There was a chair in the middle of the room. It was the place of honor they told me, but they wouldn't tell me who was being honored. There were a couple chairs on the edge of the area, too. It wasn't hard to guess what they were for. Several small tables around the area held a variety of vibrators. There was a small refrigerator stocked with cold water, soft drinks and wine.

Connie arrived about an hour after I had. She looked into the living room and nodded in approval. She and I showered together, dressing afterward in bathrobes. We had a light supper, prepared by Susan. There was wine with the meal. Everyone seemed quite excited about the upcoming event. There was a definite scent of musk in the air, stronger than it had been before.

The baby's crib was set up in the next room, the second master bedroom. He hadn't been waking up at night the last week or so. We hoped he would sleep through that night, too. He did, by the way, not waking until about six in the morning.

The ladies all disappeared to dress for the event. I sat in the kitchen waiting. Vera was the first to return. The others showed up over the next ten minutes. They were all wearing robes. We sat at the kitchen table, chatting for a few minutes. Vera and Susan had another glass of wine. Sonja demurred because of the baby. I declined, too. Connie sipped some of Vera's. The air was thick with anticipation. The heat of the women was palpable. My cock was hardening in response to the pheromones in the air. I think they were affecting the ladies too. After all, they did make love among themselves.

When everyone was ready, Vera stood and led us all to the living room. We all shed our robes as we entered. I was nude, but the women were all dressed in short nighties, or baby dolls, with nylons, garter belts and heels. It was a lovely sight. My dick hardened even more in the presence of so much beauty, raw sexual beauty. Hot women in the mood for loving. I could see the glisten of pussy juices on the thighs of a couple of them.

Vera and Sonja led Susan to the chair in the center, the place of honor. She was the new mother in the family. Connie took my arm and we followed. Susan sat in the chair, Sonja and Vera stepped aside. Connie led me to Susan.

Susan held up her arms to me. Her knees parted to show her pussy and I knelt between them. I rubbed my hand along her nylon clad thighs. I rubbed my face on them. The feel of the nylon over her bare flesh was exciting and erotic. She slid forward on the chair. Bringing her pussy to the edge, I was drawn to it, to the lovely swollen labia wet with the liquors of her lust. Her light bush was growing back now. She had shaved it while pregnant. I rubbed my face on it. Her hands on my head brought me to her slit. My tongue licked at it.

My mouth opened to cover her vulva as I licked at her juices. I pushed into her to her clit to lick and to suck. I pushed into her hole, fucking her with my tongue then back to her clit to gently nibble it.

I was beyond thought. My whole being was centered on my mother's pussy. To taste it, to savor the scents, to lose myself in the sensations, the sounds of Susan's satisfaction. The feel of her hands in my hair. Twisting as she pulled me into her wet warmth, as she spread her juices over my face, as her nylon sheathed thighs pressed on my head, as her high heels drummed on my back, at her cries of "don't stop."

A shuddering orgasm tore through her. She screamed out her lust, and her satisfaction. Twisting my hair until it hurt, she held me there, clasped by her legs. A prisoner, a willing hostage, to her lust.

I felt Vera kneeling behind me, a vague sensation of her presence. She pressed her tits into my back, one hand around me stroking my hard cock. She pulled me back as Susan recouped from her glorious orgasm.

Vera laid on the mat with me as Sonja took my place between Susan's knees. Connie laid down on the other side of me. They were both snuggled up to me as we watched Sonja eat Susan's pussy. 

Connie got up after a bit to kneel behind Sonja. Her arms were around her mother, fondling her boobs. One hand slid down Sonja's body to her pussy. Connie was kissing the back of Sonja's neck, even as Sonja's face was buried in Susan's cunt.

Vera was hugging me as we watched. Her hand fondling my cock. 

"Can you hold back?" she asked. "Susan wants you first, if you can."

"Not if you keep playing with me," I told her. We were talking in whispers.

We heard Susan moaning with orgiastic pleasure as she came from Sonja's ministrations. It sounded like Connie was making Sonja cum, too.

Vera was next at Susan's snatch. Sonja came to lie next to me. Connie knelt behind Vera as she had with Sonja. Her tits rubbing on Vera's back, her hands at Vera's tits and pussy. Kissing her on the neck, nibbling at it and her ears.

Sonja was cuddled close to me. We kissed, but she was holding back a little. I think all the women wanted Susan to have my cock first. It was getting hard for me to control myself. We heard Susan's orgasms. They were becoming more frequent. Her hands in Vera's hair pulled her into her cunt. Her legs were over Vera's shoulders and Connie's, too, behind her. I watched Connie rubbing her face against Susan's nylon clad calves. It was a wild and erotic sight. I think Sonja, lying in my arms, was just as excited by it as I was.

Vera backed away and Connie took her place. Susan looked over to me and motioned for me to come to her. I stood and approached her chair. Connie's face was buried in her snatch. Susan had a hand in her hair, twisting as she neared another orgasm.

I straddled Connie. My rock hard cock stood erect in front of me. Susan leaned forward, grasping it with her free hand, as her lips parted to take it into her hot mouth. I heard a muffled moan as an orgasm roared through her body. She released Connie's hair, but kept her close with her legs clasped on her body. She had both hands on my ass pulling me to her, taking me deep into her mouth.

I was so hot I couldn't last long. Susan felt me tense. She knew I was ready to cum. She pulled back, just a little, to make room for my cum in her mouth. Even as she was at the height of another climax, I exploded into her. My hot cum gushed into her, into my mother's hot mouth. I continued to fill her mouth to overflowing. Some of my creamy cum seeped past her lips to slide down her chin.

My legs could hardly hold me. I stepped back and slid to my knees alongside her chair. Susan gently pushed Connie back. She slid out of the chair to kneel facing Connie. They kissed, Susan sharing some of my cum with her. Connie seemed to delight in licking the cum that had overflowed from Susan's mouth off her face.

Susan crawled over to Vera and Sonja next. They were lying together. She kissed both of them. Feeding each of them some of my cum. Then it was my turn. She crawled to me, kissed me letting the last of my cum flow into my mouth. 

Susan and I both had to recoup a little. We laid together as the other three women made a circle to eat each other. It wasn't long, watching them, before my cock started to stir again. I kissed Susan and moved over to the circle of women. They saw me and Sonja broke away from the circle. I was glad it was her, the mother of my wife; and soon to be the mother of my child.

Our arms held each other tightly. 

I whispered to her, "I want to eat you."

She laughed, rolled over onto her back and splayed her legs lewdly. In the circle she had been eating Connie. Now she reached out to Vera. As I laid between her legs, she and Vera were exchanging hot kisses. I was dimly aware of Connie joining Susan.

I gazed at Sonja's pussy, the labia swollen and starting to part, inviting me. Her clit, swollen with lust, peeked out at the top of her slit. I parted her lips with my fingers to view the redness of her inner lips. Puffed and ready; ready for my tongue, my lips. Her hole anxious for my cock, but it would have to wait.

Her hand grabbed my hair leading me to her hot cunt, her beautiful, warm, wet pussy. She gasped as my tongue licked her from bottom to top, twirling around her clit before lapping at the inner lips. Her other hand urged Vera to straddle her, to sit on her face as I ate her. I was entranced by the sight of Vera's bare ass flashing in front of me capping her gorgeous legs and nylons. I buried my face in Sonja's warmth. She clasped me with her legs. Her spike heels on my back urged me to greater effort. Cries of lust from two women having their cunts eaten. The tastes and scents overwhelmed my senses. The flow of juices bathing my face. It was a wonderful experience.

My jaw was getting tired from eating Sonja. I pulled back slightly to rest. I pushed my finger into her, massaging her clit. Vera was satisfied about then, too. She rolled off Sonja. They exchanged a deep kiss.

Sonja turned and went down on my cock. Sucking me hard, her lips, her tongue, her teeth, she soon had me hard again. Hard enough to fuck her. She wanted it from the back. I knelt and shoved my hard cock into her. Pumping into her even as she came and came some more. I poured my cum into her hot cunt. Then I laid behind her. I licked at her pussy as my creamy cum seeped from her.

Connie was there beside me. 

"Let me," she said.

I moved aside. Sonja rolled over and Connie dove onto her pussy eating my cum from her mother's cunt. I looked for Susan and found her and Vera together. Susan hadn't moved much. She was still getting over her session in the chair. Her almost continuous orgasms, while we all went down on her, had left her sated. She and Vera were lying closely together, in each other's arms, but they were not doing anything sexual. Only an occasional light kiss. I moved over to them. I laid next to Vera. Susan looked at Vera and pushed her toward me.

Vera rolled over. Her arms were around me as we held each other. Vera is my grandmother, the lady who taught me much about making love with a woman. When, as an almost virginal boy, I had first fucked her and my mother. She had taken me in hand. She showed me how to enjoy sex more, by letting your partner enjoy it, too. She had shown me how to please a woman. How to show one's love. I have always been grateful for her lessons and her patience while I was learning.

Now we lay together as I regained my stamina. Vera was lightly stroking my flaccid cock. We both knew he would be coming back to life soon. She was very patient. 

"Rest a while," she told me. "We have all night."

I was aware of lustful sounds from Connie and Sonja. I looked in that direction to see Sonja climaxing with Connie's face buried in her cunt. Susan stirred on the other side of Vera. She crawled over to the other two women to lie next to them. Connie looked up, as Sonja's orgasm faded, smiling at Susan. The three women rearranged themselves with Susan between Connie and Sonja. Connie went to one of the tables to bring back several vibrators. 

I laid on my back, with Vera's head on my chest, savoring the scents in the room. The aroma of sex was strong. The cum, the hot juices, the fresh sweat, the pheromones; male and female. All blending into a delightful orgiastic meld. A strong fragrance that acted like an aphrodisiac on me. It seemed to affect the ladies the same way.

I was sucking on Vera's tit, through her nightie. Susan had told me that she often enjoyed having her tit sucked that way. She said that the friction from the sheer fabric against an already sensitive nipple multiplied the sensation. As Vera held my head to her breast she was rubbing her clit with a finger, alternately pushing two or three fingers into her hole. She had brought herself to a climax when she felt my cock beginning to stir. She kissed her way down my body. Starting by nuzzling at my neck, nipping at my earlobe. She sucked and bit my nipples, tongued my navel. Her hand cupped my balls as she licked at my soft cock. She quickly had him firming up. Using her tongue, she lifted him to let her lips close over him.

My hand was on her hip urging her, wanting her to bring her pussy to me. 

"Give me your pussy." My voice was husky, a sign of rising desire. She swung around, straddled my face, her pussy, in front of me, was already dripping with her juices. I could see the glisten of moisture on her thighs where they had seeped from her. I buried my face into her warmth, her beautiful warm, wet cunt.

She was cumming again almost as soon as my tongue entered her. The thrill of her orgasms on my face caused my dick to harden quickly.

My cock was rock hard when Vera rolled off me. She grabbed one of the wedge pillows, shoving it under her ass. As she lay on her back, she held her arms up to me. I lasted a long time with Vera. She had multiple orgasms. At the peak, they were almost continuous. The pillow pushed her ass up so that I was fucking her deeper. She loved it. She loved it, too, when I came in her. My cum gushed into her hot cunt.

I laid beside Vera again. Looking at the other women, I saw Sonja seated in a chair. Susan was eating her. Connie was on her back, with Susan straddling her, Connie's face buried in Susan's pussy. Connie was fucking herself with a vibrator.

Vera looked at them and commented, "That looks like fun."

I dozed off, I guess. I opened my eyes to find Susan and Connie lying on either side of me. Vera was seated now, with Sonja eating her; sucking my cum from Vera's hot cunt.

Susan and Connie were both snuggled up to me. Each with an arm over me. 

"Rest for a while," Susan said. I dozed off again.

I probably slept about an hour. I woke to a vivid dream of Connie sucking my rock hard cock but it wasn't a dream. As soon as she realized I was awake, she straddled me and impaled her pussy on my shaft. We fucked for a long time. She had multiple orgasms. I had already cum several times that night. The position, too, was one that allows me to last longer. By the time we were finished, Connie was almost screaming in her heat. Our mouths pressed together in a mindless mixing of flesh and saliva. My hand was at her tits kneading, tweaking nipples, and occasionally breaking our kiss to bite her. She was at the height of an orgasm when I felt the thrills rushing through my body. Those wonderful thrills that invade every cell in my body with a feeling of pure pleasure. Bliss afterward, Connie lay on top of me as I softened. 




Wheat Country Ch. 07



She whispered, "I love you."

Connie laid beside me again. Catching Susan's eye, she motioned for her to lie on the other side of me. I looked around for Sonja and Vera. They had dozed off. From their positions, I assumed they had been using vibrators on each other. The toys were still lying on the mat next to them.

I slept again, too. It was after midnight. Everyone had lots of sex. Brian woke me and Susan. She started to get up, to get him a bottle, but Connie said she wanted to feed him. Susan agreed. She laid back down next to me with a hard hug.

It wasn't long before I had to pee. I got up. Susan said she had to go, too. We both headed for the bathroom. We laughed as we each used the toilet and we brushed our teeth. Susan was still wearing her short nightie, nylons and heels. They had held up ok through the night. I was naked except for slippers I had slipped on.

"Let's get some breakfast," Susan said. After looking in on Connie and Brian, I got my robe from the living room. We went to the kitchen. She got started with the cooking. I sat at the table watching her as she moved about the kitchen. It was a lovely sight.

Connie joined us after feeding and changing Brian. 

"I can hardly wait for my own children," she said as she sat next to me with a hug.

Susan gave her a cup of coffee, smiling at her. "We'll all look forward to that."

After breakfast, we went back to the living room. Vera and Sonja were still asleep. We had left some breakfast warming in the oven for them.

I was struck by the scent when we walked into the room. It was erotic to an extreme. I think some people might find it offensive. I thought it alluring. I know Connie and Susan did, too. Connie turned to me. 

With her arms around me, she gave me a deep kiss then whispered to me, "Take care of Susan."

That had been my intent anyway. I took Susan's hand and we found a spot to lie down together, after gathering up several pillows. Connie laid down next to Sonja and Vera. She picked up one of the vibrators to rub over her tits.

I was a little full from breakfast to jump right into lovemaking, but I relaxed for a half hour or so and felt my cock rising. Susan's body close to mine was all the stimulus I needed. We started out with light kisses that soon turned hot. She didn't want me to go down on her. She'd had plenty of that already. She wanted my cock. "To suck, or to fuck," is the way she put it.

She sucked me hard. Then straddled me to ride me like a cowgirl. She swung around to ride me in reverse, then back to the front again. We rolled over so I was on top. Back to her on top. Susan was cumming hard. Gasping and moaning as orgasms ripped through her. Once again, I was a long time cumming. When I did, it was exquisite. My body was on fire as my cum gushed into my mother's cunt. I kept pumping into her, wanting to stay inside her forever. But it was not to be. I softened and fell out of her. We lay together for a long time after that. Connie came to lie with us and kissed us both. We were dimly aware of Vera waking up and going out. Sonja followed her a short time later.

Vera and Sonja returned after they had coffee and a bite of breakfast. We all lay together. All five of us, we slept for an hour, or so.

Connie was awake when I opened my eyes. She smiled at me, motioning toward the kitchen. I crawled out from between the others and we went to the kitchen together. Before anything, she threw her arms around me and kissed me lovingly. 

She stood back and said, "I'm so glad I found you," a pause, "and your beautiful family."

We decided to make a lunch in case anyone was hungry. We cooked some more bacon then made a tray with meat and cheese for sandwiches. The other ladies woke up one at a time and joined us in the kitchen.

Everyone was sated. Sonja put it best. 

"I am so satisfied," she said. "I could probably cum again, but it would be superfluous. I feel like it has been a perfect experience."

"How does Jim feel?" Vera asked.

I looked around the table at four lovely women. All had the glow from resulting from great sex. 

"I feel great," I said. "I feel loved. Loved by four beautiful women."

We mostly slept the afternoon away. Dinner was an extension of lunch. We ate when we got hungry. There were sandwich makings in the refrigerator. 

Susan and Connie slept with me that night. I didn't think I'd be up for sex again for a day or two. They seemed quite content to cuddle with me.

Sunday was another lazy day. We did straighten up living room. Connie and I had to study in the afternoon. We had let it go until then. Sonja and Susan cooked a good dinner for us. We all ate as a family.

Wednesday, Susan and Vera left for the farm. Sonja went with them to get her car. She had left it there before traveling with Vera. She would be back in a few days.

We would be settling down to a routine for a while. I was looking forward to time alone with Connie and Sonja. And Brian.



Wheat Country Ch. 08



Many thanks once again to tangentjoker who edited this story.

All the characters are age 18, or older. This story is about incestuous relationships.

This is an ongoing story. For background, I suggest you read the earlier chapters of Wheat Country.




Susan and Vera were at the farm. They were visiting with their friends, showing everyone pictures of Susan's grandson. Vera was strutting around like a proud great grandmother. None of it was quite true of course; but almost. 

They were letting it be known that they would be leaving soon. They tried to be a little vague about where they were moving to. They hadn't put our two houses on the market yet. That wouldn't happen until the new place was almost ready. Probably a year or so.

Sonja, Connie and I were at the college house, along with the baby; Susan's baby. Brian was doing fine. Both women doted on him. I guess I did, too. After all, I was the proud father. We, all three of us, slept together most nights. I had two hot women, who loved me, in my bed; and I loved them. They loved each other, too. Most nights, I only had sex with one of them. Once a week or so, we would have a threesome.

The extra woman in the bed wasn't a problem. Both of them got a thrill watching the other being fucked or sucked. The vibrators got a pretty good workout.

The sex was great but I noticed something about myself. I thought I would discuss it with Susan and Vera when we visited the farm.

We decided that we all would go to the farm over Christmas break. Susan was missing her baby. We would bring him to her. Vera wanted to go over the ideas the architects had for the new place. She felt that we all should have a last chance for input.

Finals were coming up the week before break. Connie and I were hitting the books in preparation. We didn't cram, just reviewed, but there was a lot of material to cover. Sonja took care of most of the cooking; more than her share of the house cleaning, too. Connie and I both appreciated it.

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Finals over, with both of us doing well, we prepared to leave for the farm. Sonja's car was the biggest, so we decided to take it. The weather looked good so we left the first day of the break, Saturday. Christmas was coming on Wednesday. We arrived in the early afternoon. Vera and Susan were overjoyed to see us. Brian got the most attention by far. His mother was overjoyed to see him again.

We had already done our Christmas shopping. We had brought all the presents with us, already wrapped. Susan and Vera had a tree set up, but a small one. They hadn't done anywhere near the decorating they did in other years. 

"We'll be leaving soon," Vera said. "It will all have to be put away before we go. There was no sense getting too much out."

We brought our bags in and unloaded the car. Vera made coffee for us while Susan sat in the kitchen cooing over Brian. We all gathered around the kitchen table for coffee and pastries. 

Susan told us, "Brian looks fine. Thank you for taking such good care of him."

"We're more than happy to," Sonja replied. "After all, he is family."

"We'll take him to meet the local ladies next week," Susan told them. "Connie should come along as the mother."

There is a custom among the ladies in the area where the farm is located. Some of them, by no means all, will get together two or three times a week for coffee. The local ladies met Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. The meeting place was the community center. Attendance varied widely. If it was someone's birthday there might be quite a large group. A lot of the towns and villages surrounding our area had similar customs.

It was to such a get together that Susan and Vera were planning to take Brian. To show him off. Vera had already told the ladies they would be bringing him.

"We really would like to go over the plans for the new place," Vera said. "We have some estimates from the architects that we can look at, too."

We had already seen the sketches. Connie and I were too busy to really get into them. Sonja had studied them in detail. She had some ideas to bring up.

The architects, by the way their Merged Families name is Johnson, had sent us three different concepts. Susan and Vera were going east to meet with them and make the final decisions. We had kept the apartment near the new place so they would have a place to stay.

Connie and I put our heads together. We decided it would be a fairly easy job to wire our big screen tv up to one of our laptops, so we could put the sketches on the screen where everyone could view them easier. We had a full set of the sketches downloaded.

We relaxed the rest of the afternoon. Connie and I took a nap in one of the bedrooms. It was my old room, as a matter of fact. Sonja, Susan and Vera sat talking over the kitchen table and fussing over Brian. Vera and Susan had gotten my old crib down from the attic and cleaned it up. They had it set up and ready for Brian in one of the bedrooms.

They had bought new baby blankets as well as a few other baby needs. There were plenty of diapers, formula, stuff like that. The idea being that we would need double everything when Sonja's daughter was born. Also, there were going to be many times, until our new place was ready, that Brian would be visiting at the farm.

Vera and Susan prepared a nice dinner. Afterwards, we sat in the sitting room talking about our future. Susan and Vera already knew that Connie and I were thinking about starting a business. We expanded on our plans a bit. We wanted to do something we could run from a home office. We thought we had some good ideas, but we'd have to finish our schooling before implementing them.

Bedtime rolled around. Susan took my hand and led me to the master bedroom. Brian's crib was in the next room. Vera led Connie and Sonja to her old bedroom.

Susan had been exercising to get back in shape after her pregnancy. She really looked great. I was glad to see her. There was something I needed to talk about. She could bring others into the conversation if she thought it necessary.

I told her I needed to talk. She suggested that we go downstairs where we'd have more privacy.

I thought that might be best. The family left the doors open when having sex. Any one of us could look in on any of the others, but we seldom did. The habit of leaving the doors open had just developed. It was never discussed.

We put on robes. On our way to the kitchen we passed the bedroom where Vera, Sonja and Connie were. We could hear sounds of lovemaking, but the light was too dim to see more than vague shapes. At the kitchen, Susan found an almost full bottle of wine in the refrigerator. She poured for both of us as we sat at the table.

I was trying to figure out how to tell Susan what was bothering me. Shit, I didn't even know for sure what was bothering me.

"I don't think I have a problem yet," I told my mother, "but I am starting to feel as though my sex life is becoming a little tedious. I do enjoy it, and I love all of you, but I am starting to feel as if I'm lacking something.

"Even worse, I get the feeling that I'm not performing as I should with the women I love. Like there's something I'm not giving you."

"I can tell you, Jim, that you haven't shown me any lack of interest. At least not the last few times we've been together."

"I haven't lost interest yet," I said. "Far from it. It's just that I feel a sense of developing ennui.

"I love you all too much to let this turn into a problem. I don't want to give any of you less than my best."

Susan looked thoughtful. "We, us ladies, thought this might happen. That's why we started limiting you to one of us a night.

"Two things," Susan said. "First: do we bring the other women into the discussion? Second: I would bet that there are people in the Merged Families Society that have experience with this same problem."

"As for the first," she continued, "I think we should definitely get the others in on the discussion. In the morning will be soon enough.

"As for the second, we can start looking on the website." 

We brought up the site and Susan entered our family password then her personal code.

She was soon checking categories looking for answers. She did find a few posts from people who had similar experiences.

Susan marked some of the ones that seemed to fit our situation best. She sent an anonymous post describing our potential problem asking how others handled similar situations.

Once the post was made, she took my hand and led me towards the stairs. 

"Let's go to bed now. I want to be sucked and fucked. And you're the man to do it." 

By the time we got to the bedroom, I had a raging hard-on. She dropped her robe and waited as I shed mine. She pushed me onto the bed and straddled me. Ignoring my hard dick, she sat on my face and rubbed her juices on me.

I responded instinctively. My arms looped over her thighs. I pulled my face to her pussy inhaling her scent, her juices, her musk. The scents of desire, the taste of lust.

My tongue slid between the swollen lips to circle her clit. To tongue fuck her tunnel. To lick at the puffy inner lips. To lick and suck and savor her taste. To revel in the feel of her hands in my hair. 

Susan's orgasms played a song on her body. She rubbed her pussy over my face, scent marking me for her own.

Susan pulled away from my sucking lips as she passed the high point of a strong orgasm. She flung her body back to slide her hot wet cunt onto my throbbing cock. She leaned forward to mash her mouth against mine. Wet kisses, mindless.

"Fuck me, fuck me," she repeated over and over. My mother pleaded for me to thrust my hard cock into her hot body. 

"Fuck me, Mom, fuck me." My cries were muffled when she pushed her tit into my mouth. My mouth opened wide. I tried to engulf it. My tongue licked at the hard nipple.

I was loving it, the orgasmic thrills of Susan cumming. On my face, on my cock. Her gasps and cries of desire and satisfaction. The scent of her arousal. The excitement of an incipient orgasm building in my body. Building until it could no longer be contained. My cum burst from me, in an uncontrolled burst, to fill her embracing cunt. I thrust hard, as I came, plunging my cock deep into her.

She was mindless, as was I. Mouthing unintelligible words. Moans, gasps. She squeezed her pussy on my cock when she felt me cum. She milked the cum from me.

As I softened, she lay on top of me and held me tightly. Telling me how good it had been. About how good my dick felt inside her. I told her how beautiful and sexy she was. How much I loved her. She hugged me tight when I told her that and said it was no more than she loved me.

We laid together with lots of kisses and fondling until Susan sensed my dick stiffening again.

She kissed her way down my body until she could take my cock in her mouth and bring me to a full and rigid hard on. I pulled at her arm to bring her back to lie face to face. We kissed and I pushed her onto her back. I knelt beside her my hand at her pussy. She was wet already.

Susan looked up at me wondering what I had in mind. I pushed a finger into her pussy. Deep into her searching for her g-spot. She gasped when I felt the spongy spot of flesh that gave such pleasure. I rubbed it hard. 

She went wild with unbound lust. My hard cock was next to her head as I knelt beside her. When she turned her face toward me it was there for her to take it in her mouth. 

She was mindless in her heat. Her body wracked with shuddering orgasms. She would be sucking me wildly one moment and her mouth slack on my cock the next. Her hips bucked wildly as I continued the massage of her g-spot. She drooled, she shouted obscenities muffled by my cock. And collapsed in what I thought was a faint, but it wasn't. Not quite.

She weakly pushed my hand from her pussy. And lay on her back looking at me. It was several minutes before she spoke. 

"I love you, Jim,"

"I love you, Mom," I replied.

"You didn't cum," she said.

"I will later. Don't worry about it. You took good care of me earlier."

"Thank you. I'm glad I did." She smiled.

We slept after a few kisses and caresses. I woke before Susan in the morning. I went to the bathroom and on my way back to bed met her going.

She came back to join me and made her desires known. She turned to suck my cock and threw her leg over me to bring her pussy to my face. We ate each other, sucking and eating each other's cum and juices. She came and came again. I filled her mouth with my cum. She turned to lie face to face. She opened her mouth to show me the creamy slick cum as she rolled her tongue through it. She kissed me open mouthed and let our juices mingle.

We got up and showered together then went downstairs for coffee and breakfast.

Susan and Sonja cooked breakfast. As usual it was a good meal.

Susan spoke while everyone was at the table: "Jim has brought something up that I think we all need to discuss. I think we should get together in about an hour. We need to go over the plans for the new place today, too. I would suggest that we leave that until this afternoon. We can continue it tomorrow if we need to.

Nobody had any problems with either meeting. Our Christmas shopping was done, even for the food.

Connie was giving me a strange look. As if wondering what was going on. I thought I had better tell her what it was all about. I motioned to her and we went upstairs to one of the bedrooms where we'd have some privacy.

I told her what I had told Susan. 

"I think I know what you mean, Jim. But I'm your wife, couldn't you have confided in me?"

I realized immediately that she was right. I tried to apologize. 

"Don't be too concerned. I'm not mad, just a little hurt. I know all boys expect their mothers to solve their problems."

I wasn't sure how to take that so I kept my mouth shut. We went back downstairs. Susan was at the computer. She waved us over.

She was on the MF website. There were a few answers to her post. They all suggested that we contact one of the psychologists that belonged to the society. They had a committee. If we described the problem to them they would assign it to one of their members who was familiar with our type of problem.

After reading the answers I got the impression that our concerns, they weren't a problem yet, were not unusual. Several posters gave us high marks for becoming aware of it early.

Susan started typing. Describing the problem as we saw it. She emphasized that it was just starting to show up.

She let Connie and me read what she wrote and sent it off to the committee. She finished just in time for the family meeting.

Susan started the ball rolling: "Jim told me about something last night that I think we all need to know about and possibly discuss. He feels like he may be losing interest in sex, but he is not near that point yet. He is just afraid that tedium might be beginning to set in.

"Does anyone have any comments?"

No one said anything for a moment then Vera asked, "Why do you think that, Jim?"

"First," I said, "I want to assure all of you that I have not lost interest in you or in having sex with you. I still love every one of you and feel no diminishment in that love.

"But I am feeling a bit of ennui. It's not serious yet but it's there."

"I haven't noticed any difference," Sonja said. "And I've been with you and Connie for quite some time. Every time we've been together I've been well satisfied. There is one thing, though. I'm not sure it has any bearing on the problem but I don't think we express our love often enough."

"That may very well have a bearing on the problem," Vera said. "And I'm inclined to agree with you. I think if all of us said, 'I love you,' more often it would make us even closer than we are."

"I think I know what Jim is talking about," Connie put in. "It's hard to explain, but much of our sex has become repetitious. Not all by any means, but sometimes."

"How about between us women?" Susan asked. "Are we having similar problems among ourselves?

"To be honest, I think we may be. Myself, at least," Susan continued. "Especially when a couple of us have been together for a time. I find myself having to think up new ways to make lovemaking interesting. It's not always easy."

The conversation continued for another hour. At the end, we agreed that a problem might be developing. For the women as well as me. We also agreed to see what advice MF had to offer. And Susan suggested that we ask for short term solutions as well as long term. In fact, since Susan had already started the discussion on the MF site we all thought it was logical for her to continue with it.

Susan got back on the computer to see if there were any new posts. There was a message from the psychologist committee. They told us that someone would be in contact within a day but that it might be hard to complete their assessment as speedily as usual because of the holidays.

We had sandwiches for lunch then gathered in the sitting room to go over the plans for the new place.

That meeting took all afternoon and was continued to the next morning. The main thing Connie and I were worried about is that there was enough office space. Sonja and Susan wanted to be sure there was plenty of facilities for children. Connie got into that, too. She planned on having children as soon as she graduated.

We looked at the proposals the architects had sent us. They all followed our basic plan. Apartments, family living area, work area, children's area.

We finally decided that we would make a central living area. One area would be for apartments. Another for offices. A third would serve as a school area for the children as well as a large play area. We could do all that and have room left over. Mostly on the top floor. The second floor of one of the wings would contain three large bedrooms with baths. We wanted all the baths to be have extra-large showers. We also planned a nursery in that area so that mothers could be close to their babies.

One of the architect's proposals came close to what we decided on. Only a few revisions would have to be made. It was dinner time when we finished and there were still a few details that would have to be decided on in the morning. The costs were one of the things that still had to be discussed.

After dinner, everyone sat together in the living room. Susan checked the computer for anything new from the MF Society. There were a few posts. One was from a family with a composition similar to ours. One male with four females. They had run into similar problems.

The post told us that the committee member assigned to their case had made some suggestions that solved their problem. But the suggestions took time to implement. They had got through the interim period by having the women take turns for a week at a time. During that week sex was not considered mandatory. In other words, neither participant considered themselves obligated to perform. The sex itself became much more relaxed and often spontaneous.

Another post said that it was a solution that MF families had been using for years and that it usually worked, with varying degrees of success.

Susan asked if that would work for me. I thought it would and looked at Connie to see what she thought. She considered it for a while then nodded. 

"But I'd like to know what longer term suggestions they might have," she said. "In the meantime we can try it on a trial basis."

"Vera and Jim are together tonight," Susan said. "Maybe we should just let it continue for the week. We'll all have to decide that together."

So we all got together again in the kitchen. That's where farm people made their decisions: At the kitchen table.

Susan told the other women about the posts on the MF website. Her own thoughts were that it was worth a try. She asked for comments from the other women.




Wheat Country Ch. 08



They all seemed to agree but Sonja commented that because we were so often split up, schedules would be hard to maintain.

Vera spoke up: "There is a little over a week before Jim and Connie have to be back at school. If we start the new system right away Susan and I can split the time remaining here at the farm."

The women all agreed to Vera's suggestion. It was decided that they would start the new schedule right away.

"I think," Connie said, "that we're all going to have to be flexible. Since, as Sonja pointed out, we are so often apart. We always have been able to adapt, though. It's one of the nice things about our family."

"Yes it is," Susan said. "One more thing that might come up. What if both Jim and the woman he is with want a threesome?"

"That could be a sticking point," Sonja said. "I think if it was too often it would defeat the purpose. By the same token, it can add excitement."

"Can we limit threesomes to once per week?" Susan asked.

"I'd say let's start that way." Sonja said. "In fact, that is just about what we found to work well when Connie, Jim and I were together."

"Will we have any difficulty arranging our ladies' schedule?" Susan asked with a smile.

The women all laughed. I didn't get the joke.

"I don't think so," Connie said.

By the time the impromptu meeting broke up, it was nine o'clock. No one had asked me what I thought. I could have been insulted, I guess, but it wouldn't do any good. Besides, I had found that the women usually worked things out quite well.

Vera and I went to the master bedroom. The other three women disappeared into one of the other rooms.

Vera and I came together for a long kiss. We hadn't been together for quite a while. We came up for air and she rested her head against my shoulder. 

"I love you," she said softly.

"And I love you," I responded.

She kissed me again and we started undressing. 

She was down to her bra, panties and nylons when I said, "You look so sexy like that."

Vera smiled and stepped close to me. 

"Would you like me to stay like that?" Her voice was a little husky.

"Yes, we'll get more off you later."

She was caressing my chest, my body. Her arms went around me and she pressed herself to me. She lifted her face for a kiss. It started soft, but slowly turned hot. Her tongue probed for mine inviting it to dance. Our lips mashed and our mouths opened to a hot wet and mindless kiss.

We almost ran for the bed when we broke the kiss. She fell on it, with her legs over the edge, and pulled me down on top of her. "Get them off," she gasped.

I slid off the bed to my knees and reached for the waist of her panties. She lifted her hips to help. I yanked them down with a minimum of finesse and tossed them away.

Vera's beautiful pussy was in front of me. Her glorious triangle of hair crowning her pussy and framing her swollen labia. I leaned forward to kiss it but she grabbed my hair. 

"Fuck me, Jim. I want your hard cock. I need it."

I stood and she scrambled back to the center of the bed. Her legs were splayed in an invitation. She lifted her arms to me. She was wet and hot and ready. I was hard and hot and ready. There was no foreplay. I slid smoothly into her snug cunt. Her arms and legs clasped me, holding me to her. She covered my face with quick wet kisses.

Her hold loosened. 

"Fuck me now," she said.

She had her first orgasm quickly. It was followed by another as I pumped my hard cock into her. She lifted her hips and her legs were over my back. I was fucking almost straight down into her hot cunt.

Her mouth was open in a silent scream, saliva dribbling from one corner, unnoticed. My mind, too, was away in the land of lust. My being centered on the breathtaking feel of my cock in her hot wet pussy.

I felt the first twinges of a coming orgasm. It roared through my body without pause. Born strong and gaining strength until it shot my cum into her welcoming cunt.

She cried out as she felt my hot cum fill her pussy. I softened as she held me. I rolled off her when I sensed that my weight was becoming uncomfortable for her. We laid together kissing often. Telling each other, "I love you."

"That was fantastic, Jim." Vera told me. "As much as I love your mother and as much fun as I have with the other ladies, I miss your hard cock when you're not around."

"You can have it all you want for the next four nights," I told her.

"I'll let you use some toys to help out if you need to," she smiled.

"Ok, but I hope I won't need any."

"Don't feel bad about it, Jim. There is one I want you to use on me. Maybe two."

"Okay, just let me know."

"Let's rest first," Vera said.

I lay next to Vera about half asleep. Just her nearness started me on the way to a new hard on before long. She felt it and her hand fondled me to help it along. She flipped herself around to suck it. I pulled at her hips to bring her pussy to me, to my face and lips and tongue and teeth.

She came for me as my cock filled her wet mouth, as she brought me to a state of throbbing hardness.

She lifted her head from my cock. 

"Let me get my toy." She was hoarse with lust.

She ran to the closet and returned with a box. I admired her naked body as she crossed the room. Still firm after sixty plus years.

She climbed back onto the bed. 

"Remember our first time?" she asked.

"How could I ever forget?" I answered.

"I never will, either," she smiled. "It changed all our lives. Do you remember the vibrator I was using?"

"Yes," I answered. "I sure do. I never saw it again." It was a dual penetration vibrator that my mother had been using on her.

"Because I never used it again. I used to like it when your mother would use it on me. But after you came into our lives, I put it away. There was no good reason to do so and Susan has offered several times to use it on me again. I could have used it by myself, but it was never as good as when someone else did it to me. 

"I was going to ask you to use it tomorrow, but I got so hot I couldn't wait. Please use it on me now.

"Again," she said after a pause. "It would be again, wouldn't it? You did use it the first time."

"I did, didn't I? And I'd love to do it again." 

She opened the box to show me the remembered vibrator along with a couple of others. The other ones were smooth straight toys. One a little bigger than the other. She took the vibrator and a tube of lube out of the box.

"I put new batteries in it yesterday." She was sounding a little breathless. She rolled to the edge of the bed and got one of our wedge shaped pillows from the bottom of the bed table.

"We never use these as much as we should," she said. 

She laid belly down on it and handed me the tube of lube. "Use plenty, Jim, it's been a while."

She pulled her knees forward to spread her cheeks. I put a good dollop of the jelly into her ass. Using my finger to spread it around her sphincter. She turned back over then and positioned the pillow under her butt. She watched as I spread lube on the anal part of the vibrator.

"I like it best when you start at slow speed, Jim. You can turn it up later." She held up her arms to me. "Lie on top of me as much as you can," she said. "I want to hold you. Do you mind if I am selfish, just this once?"

"No, I want to watch you cum. To feel the orgasms in your body. Besides you've already made me cum magnificently."

She helped me guide the vibrator into her. As she had asked, it was on low speed. It slid into her easily, the jelly easing the way. She kept her hand on mine as we stroked the toy in and out. 

"Slow and easy," she said.

She held me where she wanted me. My upper body was on hers, my hips on the bed my hand manipulating the vibrator. 

She sighed when we were settled it had been a bit of a learning experience for me. The next time would go a lot smoother.

"It feels so good," she whispered. "So nice."

I turned up the speed a little and she gasped, a quick intake of breath that indicated her pleasure. She was soon rising to an orgasm. She was kissing me wildly. Then she pushed my face to her tit and then kissed me again as if she wanted both.

I turned the speed to max and she went wild, her hips were off the pillow, her arms tightened about me. Her kisses wet, sloppy, mindless.

Cries of lust, "Fuck me, Fuck me."

Guttural, feral sounds. Mouth open wet lips devouring my face in a wild kiss. Body bucking as orgasms chased each other through her body in waves.

She pushed my hand away, the one plying the vibrator. She could take no more pleasure.

I turned the toy off and took it out of her. I wrapped it in a towel and dropped it to the floor. I grabbed some tissues and cleaned the excess lube from her ass.

Vera was curled up in hugging herself. "So good," I could hear her repeating softly. 

She stayed that way for what seemed a long time. Then she lifted her head and reached for me. 

After a long, soft and loving kiss she said, "Thank you, thank you so very much."

She snuggled up to me then and was soon asleep. I dozed off soon afterwards.

Vera looked good the next day. We got together later in the morning. Not for sex, just a nap. I asked her if she had ever considered anal.

"Yes," she answered. "I think I might like it. But I think there might be a hygiene problem with four of us woman sharing you."

"I can understand your concerns," I told her. "I was just curious about it."

"I'm not the least bit reluctant to play with my toy again. But I think only with you, for now."

Susan had checked the computer that morning. She told us about it over lunch. Someone had posted a link to another section of the MF Society site. This one was about ways to liven up sex within the family.

"I knew it was there," Susan said, "but I had never looked at it in depth. I think we should all look at it for ourselves. That includes you, Jim." she added.

We all had access to the Merged Families site. In fact, we each had our own username and password.

Connie and I looked at the MF 'Fun in Bed' section together. There were lots of ideas that people had tried. Variations of oral sex were common. Anal was another popular subject. Group sex yet another. There was an extended discussion about vibrators. The consensus seemed to be that they should be used sparingly and only as an aid to regular sex. There were some exceptions. A couple seemed to be non-vibrating dildos and, surprisingly, butt plugs.

There was a same sex section. The women's part talked a lot about strap-ons and other vibrators. Seeming to contradict what was said in the mixed sex part.

One poster made a significant point about the group sex ideas, "Group sex is most exciting when it is rare."

It all got very confusing.

Later that same day, there was a message from a Dr. C. The message didn't tell us if the doctor was a man or woman, so we'll use 'he' when talking about him/her. 

The message told us that he had been assigned our case. The doctor said that his personal practice would be closed the following week, so there would be plenty of time to work with us on our problem. There were a number of questions for us to answer.

Susan said that she and Sonja could answer most of them. Sonja agreed and they started work on an answer.

There was a discussion about the 'Fun in Bed' section after dinner Tuesday evening. Everyone seemed to have gotten something out of it. Sonja brought up something Connie and I had noticed. 

"They seem to preach moderation as a path to enjoyment," she said.

"I think they may have a point," Susan said. "Actually, I think overload could become if problem for us if it's not already started to be one."

"There wasn't much on there we haven't tried except anal," Connie put in. "And a few exotic positions."

"We've always avoided anal," Vera said.

"Yes," Sonja said. "In fact, I've never heard it discussed."

"Maybe it's time to talk about it," Connie put in.

"Well," Vera said. She was hesitant. "It's probably a kind of personal thing. And a lot depends on Jim. We haven't heard from him."

"And you won't," I said. "I will not tell anyone if one of you wants anal. And I won't tell anyone if I had anal with any of you. I won't even tell you if I'm willing to try it."

Vera laughed out loud. The other women smiled.

"Vera's right," Connie said. "It's personal. But we all have to worry about hygiene. The individuals involved would have to be responsible for that."

The women all nodded. They seemed to have decided something. As usual, I didn't get it. I would find out when the time came.

It came soon. Vera came to bed that night wearing a baby doll with nylons and garter belt. Her pussy was bare and her bush beautiful. Just looking at her made me want to eat her.

I buried my face in her wet pussy, rubbed my cheeks against her mane, licked her and sucked her and made her cum. She pulled me around to straddle her face to feed my cock to her while I licked her hot cunt.

She didn't make me cum. She pushed my head away from her pussy and patted me on my hip as a signal to roll off her.

She reached to the table for the tube of jelly. She squeezed some into her hand and liberally coated my dick. 

"I think it's the first time for both of us, so we should be careful," she said and handed me the tube.

There was no doubt what she meant. She rolled over onto her belly and presented her ass to me. Her knees pulled forward to spread her cheeks. I squeezed a generous dollop onto her ass. With my finger, I pushed some inside her like I did with the vibrator.

My cock was throbbing in anticipation. I pushed into her slowly. I met some resistance a little way in. I expected it. It had happened with the vibrator. But I was much bigger than her toy. I passed the resistance with a pop and slid my cock into my grandmother's tight ass.

I heard a sharp intake of breath as if from sudden pain. She was tight on my cock. I pumped her slowly. My finger under her played in her pussy, rubbing her clit, exploring her tunnel. She was tense, at first, but relaxed and loosened up as I fucked her.

"It's good," I heard her murmur. Then louder, "Fuck me." 

I rubbed faster at her clit after her words. I could feel her body quivering through the cheeks of her ass.

As she relaxed and loosened, I pumped her harder. She responded with cries of orgasmic pleasure. She came in a rush, with sobs of joy, with incoherent moans. With slurred cries of "Fuck me."

And I came, too. With a shout of wild ecstasy, I pumped my cum into her ass. She cried out yet again as she felt the wet heat of my cum inside her.

I softened, replete, I could no longer stay inside her. I pulled away, and knelt back on my heels. She didn't move for a few minutes. Then she reached for a box of tissues. She handed them back to me. I took a handful and cleaned her ass, mostly of lube and cum. I cleaned my cock with another handful. 

"We need to shower," I heard her say.

I got off the bed, reluctantly, and found a trash can for the tissues. What I really wanted to do was collapse. That was my usual response after an explosive orgasm like that I had just experienced.

Vera joined me beside the bed. She took my hand and we went to the shower. We washed each other, asses, pussies, cocks, and did it again. The water cascading over us made me a little more alert. We laughed as we washed, happy that we had both enjoyed a new experience. We dried each other hugging and kissing often.

Back in bed, we were both spent. We slept until the sun woke us in the morning. Most of the others were already awake and had finished breakfast. We got our robes and joined the family in the kitchen.

Our family always opened gifts Christmas morning. So after everyone had breakfast, we all dressed. Vera and I went to the master bedroom together, for our clothes. 

"My ass hurts," she said. "Thank you, I love it." She laughed.

The rest of the day went smoothly. Brian watched everything with wide eyes. He had more presents than anyone else and was probably wondering what it was all about.

We had a fine dinner. Everyone overate. Later everyone had a drink or two. We all relaxed and enjoyed the company of our family.

Vera and I were too stuffed for sex when we went to bed. We kissed and held each other and fell asleep.

The next few days drifted by. We, all of us, read the 'Fun in Bed' section several times. It was quite extensive and I felt it could use some editing. But, despite that, we all got some good out of it.

The day after Christmas was my last with Vera. She was still sore, so we didn't repeat the anal sex, but she did say she wanted it again. We ate each other, then fucked, then ate each other again, before we fell asleep.

Susan was with me the next day and night, Friday. She would be with me the rest of our stay at the farm. Connie, Sonja and I had to leave New Year's Day. Registration started on January second and we wanted to be among the first, so we could get the courses we wanted.

Our first night together, Susan talked to me about anal. She had nothing against it, but had never tried it. She knew that Vera enjoyed it. After all, she had been with Vera while Vera played with her toy and Susan had often used it on Vera.

"You're big, Jim. I'm not sure I can take you."

"Let's just play with it a little to see if you even like it before we go that far," I told her. 

When I was eating her, I played with her ass and pushed a finger into her. She told me it felt good and we went on from there.

The next day Vera, Susan and Connie bundled up Brian and took him to show off to the local ladies. Connie, of course, was posing as his mother.

Sonja and I were home alone. We cuddled on the couch together. I rubbed her baby bump and told her I loved her. She hugged me tight when I said that. She told me she loved me, too. We didn't have sex. It was nice just being close to her and alone together.

The weekend was more of the same. It was a restful time. We were happy together. Everyone was saying "I love you," more often.

Monday afternoon, we got a message from Dr. C.

First he said that it was not the first time he had encountered a problem similar to ours in the Merged Families Society. He did commend us for seeking help early.

He endorsed the week at a time schedule we had already instituted. He went on to say that it usually worked on a short to medium term basis. Probably it would work for several years as we worked on longer term solutions.

The gist of the problem, he said, was the unbalanced ratio of four women to one man. The solution would be to bring another man into the family. But he went on to say that it would be better if any man who joined the family brought one, or possibly two women with him.

Dr. C went on to say that the refusal of Connie and Susan to make love with any man but me could complicate things, although their willingness to make love with any of the other women alleviated the problem a little. He strongly suggested that at least one of the two reconsider their position.

He made note of the fact that we considered ourselves married. He was very much in favor of such arrangements. They add stability, he said. Any new members to the family should be through marriage, although that brought up other problems such as compatibility.

He suggested that new family members be chosen from MF members or one of the allied incest groups for couples or threesomes. For instance: mother, daughter, son; or husband, wife, mother. Almost any combination would work.

Lastly, he suggested that we visit one of MF's resorts over the spring break. There was a yearly get together at that time that was unofficially a place for members to meet members. For instance, a foursome may have lost one of its members. They might be looking for someone to replace the lost member, or for another small group they could merge with.




Wheat Country Ch. 08



There would also be carefully selected couples and threesomes from the allied incest groups.

Dr. C said he would be there. He tried to make it every year since there were usually people attending he had counseled. 

"I took the liberty to check on available accommodations," he wrote. "There is a two bedroom suite available. They will hold it for a week. I highly recommend you attend. If you don't meet anyone there are three or four other get-togethers throughout the year."

That gave us a lot to think about.

We all got together at the kitchen table. 

"I think the doctor is only saying what we already knew," Susan said.

"You know, this is not something we haven't discussed before," Sonja said. "We always said we were willing to expand through marriage."

"Jim?" Connie looked at me.

"I'll say the same as I have before. It depends on the guy. I don't want to set up any rivalries where we stalk around with hackles raised."

"You're right, Jim." Vera said. "None of us want that."

"Let's make the reservation," Susan said, "in the morning, after we sleep on it. Connie and Jim have to go back to school and there is much to talk about. We'll have to do most of it by email or when we can visit."

Susan told me in bed, that night, that she was willing to make love to another man besides me as long as it was within marriage.

I could accept that. In fact, I had no problem with it. I thought it would be better for her in the long run.

In the morning, everyone thought the same and we made the reservation. We sent a message to Dr. C that we would see him there.



Wheat Country



My grandmother was breathing hard when she lay on her back, her legs splayed, telling me, "Lie between my legs, Jim."

I lay on my stomach inhaling the fragrance of my grandmother's essences, the musky scent of her desire. Her lips were swollen and puffy, opening to the redness of her cunt. Her clit was large and peeking out between the lips. The tangle of her pubic hair capped it all.

"Use your tongue like you did your fingers," she said, hoarse with her desire. "Suck me on the clit. Fuck me with your tongue."

I twisted my tongue around my grandmother's clit. I tongued her as deeply as I could. Back to her clit, I sucked it between my lips and mouthed it as the nectar flowed from her. She was thrashing about, as orgasm followed orgasm. I swung around and straddled her face. My pulsating cock was poised over her gasping mouth. She grasped my hips. She raised her face; her wet mouth hungry for my manhood. Her nylon clad legs tight on my head; the friction of the fabric sending pulses of lust crashing through my body.

I came fast. All the foreplay had left me in a state of extreme need. I exploded into her. I filled her mouth with my hot cum as she sucked the last drops from me.

We lay head to groin, sated. My grandmother turned after a while and we kissed, tasting our come. Licking each other's faces clean.

"That was so good," she told me.

We lay close together, enjoying the feel of each other. My grandmother fondled my dick as she showered me with kisses.

"We need you hard, Jim," she murmured. "I feel empty, I need you to fill me. Fill me with your hard cock."

Such talk got me hard fast. I played with her pussy. I felt the wetness, the flow of her juices as strong as before.

Grandma straddled my loins and impaled her hot, wet, cunt on my manhood.

I grasped her hips and, as she leaned forward, I said hoarsely, "Fuck me Grandma, fuck me." 

She brought her tits to my mouth to suck. I kneaded her boobs as our bodies joined in the age-old rhythm of love.

My grandmother's mouth was on mine with mindless wet kisses. Our bodies meeting, she shuddered as an orgasm crashed through her. As I put one hand on her butt, to play with her ass, she came again. She was panting as she rode my cock. Shivers were running up my spine with the thrill, the feel of her pussy sliding on my rock hard cock. When I came deep in her belly, it was like an explosion. An explosion that went on and on. My whole body was thrilling as if by an electric shock. I pumped her as I came, leaving as much of my seed in her body as I could. She was sobbing with lust, orgasms still crashing through her body.

Over and over, I heard someone cry, "Oh my God, Oh my God." It may have been both of us.

My grandmother lay on top of me. Both of us were breathless. Our lusts were satisfied, for now. I kissed her. She rained kisses on me.

"Oh, Jim," was all she said.

"Thank you, Grandma," I told her.

She rolled off me and we lay facing each other sharing tight hugs, kisses and caresses. We fell asleep and slept in each other's arms; me with my sixty-year-old grandmother.

The next morning, at breakfast, my mother said, "You really are the man of the house now."

Then she told me I had school. It was Monday and the roads were cleared from the blizzard.

Mom went on, saying, "Jim, you have had a lot of new experiences and we have all enjoyed them." She paused before telling me, "But I want to make something clear. If your school work starts to suffer, it will all stop."

She paused again. My mom was being Mom. There was no arguing with her when she took that tone. Then she surprised me. "We both need you now, Jim," she said.

I was ready to leave in plenty of time. Both women hugged me and kissed me goodbye. The school day went slowly, but I did manage to learn a little.

Monday evening, after dinner, I showered then went to the sitting room wearing a robe over my underwear. I was already half hard, wondering what tonight would bring.

My mother appeared carrying a very large quilt she spread on the floor. Grandma was close behind her with a load of pillows and blankets. Working together, they soon had a bed.

My mother was wearing a filmy negligee, over a garter belt and black patterned nylons. I could see the dark patch of her pubic hair and the circles of her areolas showing through the sheer fabric. Grandma wore an open robe over a pale blue bustier. The gray of her pubic hair was outlined by the attached garter straps hooked to thigh high nylons. Both women were wearing heels.

My mother loosened the sash on her negligee, letting it fall open. My grandmother let her robe slip to the floor. It was a beautiful, highly erotic sight, like Aphrodite doubled. The two women walked toward me, hips swaying. Each took one of my hands. When I stood, they quickly stripped me of my robe and shorts. They led me to the bed and I lay between them.

My cock was already hard and throbbing. Both women were caressing it as they took turns kissing me on my lips, my neck and my nipples. They licked my ear and nibbled on it.

Sliding down my body, kissing their way, they lay on either side of my dick. Taking turns; kissing it, licking it and sucking me. In my aroused state, I couldn't control myself. I felt the electric thrill of orgasm as I came in my mother's mouth. She let it run out of her mouth coating my shaft as she used her lips to smear it evenly. Then she reached across to Grandma pulled her close. They kissed open-mouthed. She let Grandma taste my come with her tongue and lick it from her lips.

They licked me clean. One on each side of my now soft dick. They caressed it, kissed it and stroked my balls. They brought me back to an aroused state, hard and throbbing. The air was redolent with the scent of sex, with wild pheromones, arousing lust in all.

They kissed me and kissed each other. My mother straddled my loins and guided my cock into her warm, wet, cunt. My grandmother knelt over my face and I saw the redness of her pussy behind her open, swollen, lips; the tip of her clit exposed for sucking. I could smell the muskiness of her arousal. I brought her to my lips, to my tongue, to taste her. I licked at the fragrant juices as they flowed from her.

My mother rode my cock; her negligee hanging open, framing her naked beauty. The snug walls of her womanhood were rubbing on my hard shaft. Her arms clasped Grandma from behind. Her boobs pressed on grandma's back. She had popped my grandmother's tits out of her bustier. She kneaded them, tweaking the nipples, as she kissed the back of Grandma's neck.

As my mother approached an orgasm, she lifted herself higher - almost to the tip of my cock - then slammed her body down on me. I thrust back at her meeting her body with thrusts of my own. She twisted Grandma's nipples. The kisses on Grandma's neck turned to bites. My grandmother responded by twisting her hands in my hair, holding my face to her cunt as she rubbed her essences over me, her body gyrating wildly. I thrust my hard manhood into my mother. My wide open mouth covered my grandmother's cunt, sucking the nectar from her. My tongue was lashing at her clit.

My grandmother's orgasm came on the heels of my mother's. Both women were wild with orgiastic pleasure. Another orgasm followed the first for both of them. My mother's bites to Grandma's neck became wet, slobbering, kisses. Her hands were mindlessly groping grandma's boobs. Grandma's mouth was slack. Her face vacant, she mouthed mindless sounds.

It was wild sex; the moans, the panting, the scents of orgasms. I felt my balls contract. I had no control. My cum exploded into my mother's cunt. Both women were mindless; fucking and thrusting even as I softened. Mom was rubbing her snatch on my softened dick even after I fell out of her. My grandmother twisted her wet pussy on my face, wanting more. My mother rolled off me, pulling Grandma with her. She spread her legs. My grandma dove on her cunt; licking my cum from my mother's cunt.

My mother's hand on her hip caused her to swing around to the 69 position. They ate each other, rolling over often to change position. Both women were having orgasms; often together. The scent of sex was overwhelming. The aroma of the juices from two women overpowering sense with lust.

Grandma pushed my mother's head away from her cunt. She couldn't take any more. The two women collapsed next to each other, head to crotch; sated, replete and exhausted.

I dozed for a while. I think the ladies did too. I opened my eyes to see my mother looking at me. When she saw I was awake, she crawled over to me and nestled into my arms.

"That was hot," I told her.

"It's never been so good," she replied. "I have never felt so satisfied."

Grandma woke up and crawled to the other side of me. They held me in their arms, both of them petting me, caressing me and loving me.

We fell asleep with me naked between my mother in an open negligee and my grandmother in a bustier. Sometime during the night, someone got a couple of blankets to cover us.

We all showered together in the morning. It was a big walk-in shower, but even so it was a little crowded with three of us. Nobody seemed to mind, though. I dressed for school. Mom and Grandma, both in robes, hugged me. I got to school in time, but just.

The two women must have worked it out, between themselves, about who slept with whom and when. They never seemed to be in conflict over it. There was never another threesome on a school night. Those were limited to Friday and Saturdays, but were more frequent during summer vacation. On a few memorable occasions, we had "love all day" sessions. Sometimes, Mom would be with me two nights in a row; other times, Grandma would be there back-to-back nights. Usually not, though.

I soon realized what a treasure I had with the two women in my life. They were different, but they both loved me. I loved them in return. I had much to learn, but they were patient and able teachers.

I'm in college now. I have never felt the need to find another woman, but the last time I was home, Mom and Grandma told me that they thought it was time that I started to think about marriage. They hoped for grandchildren, or great-grandchildren.

Maybe I can find a girl who likes foursomes.