3 comments/ 48593 views/ 14 favorites Red-headed Hitchhiker By: Momstheboss Morgan, the 28-year-old lass was named after her grandfather, stood staring down at the open suitcase. Her eyes were red and moist from crying. For the third time, she mentally went through the items she had packed. Last and most importantly were the $30 in quarters, the $10 bill in her pocket and the five condoms, with one in her back pocket. She knew it was going to be cold hitchhiking in November. Her dungarees were lined and baggy. She wanted to hide her three best assets, her wide hips and overly ample ass. She picked up the cap off the bed and placed it snugly on the third, her shoulder length, curly and vibrant red hair. Morgan was not going looking. She just wanted to get home in Oklahoma. Oscar, the sailor she had been living with in Norfolk, the one responsible for her sore shoulder and abdomen would not come looking for her. He was deathly afraid of her mother who had threatened to put buckshot in his ass and bury him in a field if she ever saw him again. She was tired of men, especially the ones who beat up on women. She pulled the top down on the suitcase, snapping the closures, picked it up and walked out of the apartment. She caught a bus, which would let her off near a junction of highways and interstates headed west. Day two found Morgan sitting under the large canopy of a gas station just off I-40. It was 3 o'clock and it would be dark by 6:30. The three rides to get her this far had cost her one hand job and a condom-protected blowjob. The third had been a nice, older, gentleman who asked nothing of her, confirming that there were still a few decent people left in the world. But, in truth she very seldom attracted good people. She now carried a cardboard sign reading, Oklahoma. She sat on a picnic table dozing, when an older woman approached her. "My dad and I are headed up near Little Rock." She said, snapping Morgan back to consciousness. "That will get you a little bit closer." "Thank you! Yes. That will help a lot." She said jumping up and grabbing her case. She followed the woman back to an obvious antique truck restored with loving care. But, the cab of the black model A-Ford, she would learn presently about both, was tight. She briefly studied the very tall old man across the truck in bib-overalls pumping gas. The woman held the door for her and she entered the truck positioning herself in the middle. The woman followed shutting the door. When the old man lumbered into the truck, Morgan felt she knew how a sardine might feel. "I'm Carla." The woman announced. "This here is my old man..... my father....... Hank." "Good to meet you two. I'm Morgan." Father and daughter were not very talkative. Morgan asked about the truck, which loosened up the old man for a bit, but soon everything was quiet again. They showed no interest in her, where she was coming from or where she was headed. Morgan again dozed and fought her claustrophobic feeling. "Sugar, we live about an hour off the interstate." "What! Excuse me." Morgan snapped back to reality. Carla repeated her first words and then continued, "if you prefer not to be on the road in the dark you could stay with us and Hank or I will get you back to the interstate early in the morning. After a good breakfast of course!" "Thank you. I would like that." Morgan replied. In the dark cab of the truck, Morgan did not see the slight smile cross Hank's face. An hour off the highway and through many hills and dales........ mountains actually, they pulled into a driveway and in front of a seemingly run down, unpainted slat-board, smallish house. "Let Hank take your suitcase sweetie." Carla and Morgan walked to the house and climbed the three wooden steps, crossed the small porch to the door. Carla unlocked it and they went in leaving the door open to the cold night air. A blast a very warm air welcomed them but was overwhelmed by the cold air from outside. Hank soon arrived carrying both arms full of bags and Morgan's suitcase. He closed the door and the small space became quite warm again. "We haven't had supper yet." Carla said, as she unloaded the groceries. "I'm sure you must be hungry." "Yes ma'am. I am." "Good. I'm going to run in and take a quick shower as soon as I put our leftover ham in the oven to warm." Morgan sat alone at the small kitchen table. Hank had disappeared. Carla was showering. Not too many minutes passed before Carla returned to the kitchen wearing a heavy robe, her short salt-and-pepper colored hair damp. "Run on in there, sugar, and take a shower." Carla said. "Hank won't be back until I call him for supper. You can't possibly have a robe in that small suitcase. I hung one on the door for you. It might be a little long." Morgan welcomed the opportunity to take a shower and hurried to do so. Going through the obvious bedroom, she noted a dilapidated full sized bed against one wall. She wondered what was behind the other two doors off the kitchen. After her shower, she thought about putting on panties and bra, but knowing she had only two clean pair she declined, figuring that the robe on the door was heavy enough and it had a belt. It was certainly warm enough, even if she wanted to go to bed naked. She found three glasses of iced tea, plus plates etc. on the table when she returned to the kitchen. "We should I sit Carla?" "Right where you are will be fine." Carla replied. Morgan reached for her tea and downed the entire class. Seeing the tea container on the counter she took the liberty to refill it. She sat down. A few minutes longer, then, Carla pushed a button on a small white box sitting on the counter. "Hank, supper is ready." She barked into the box. Hank came through one of the doors a few minutes later, his arms loaded with firewood. He carried the small logs like they were nothing to him. After carefully sitting the wood in a corner near the stove, he moved, lumbered really, to a chair at the table and sat down. "You girls cleaned up I see." He said in a deep baritone voice. "You're a pretty girl Morgan." "My dad as an eye for the ladies." Carla said. "He is nearing 70 and can still carry 100 pound sack of potatoes like it's feathers. "10 years ago I could carry two." He added with no tone of bragging. Morgan pondered what "having an eye for the ladies" and carrying a "100 pound sack of potatoes" had in common. Supper was soon finished. Morgan had deemed it delicious and helped Carla clean up. Hank had disappeared again, to shower Morgan figured as she heard the water running in the bathroom. The two women sat drinking coffee and talking, with Morgan doing most of the talking about her childhood in Oklahoma, her traveling around the country doing odd jobs, and her recent problems. Carla, not having a lot of people to talk to, was appreciative and listened attentively, asking questions and nodding her head when appropriate. Hank soon reappeared wearing shorts and a white undershirt. Morgan could not help but notice his strong muscular shoulders and legs. After drinking water at the sink, he stopped by the table. "You coming to bed Carla?" He queried. "Not right now dad." She said with annoyance. "Morgan and I are talking. I'll be in soon." Carla had her head lowered, her eyes lifting to look at Morgan, her mouth pulled tight. "The incestuous bastard." Morgan thought, and it must've showed, to Carla, in her face as the old man walked into the known bedroom. "Don't judge us too hard." Carla began, being her time to talk, "I married one of the hired hands back in the time. I've been on this farm all my life. Dan, my husband, passed away about sixteen years ago. Mom was able to keep dad out of my bedroom until she passed away 14 years ago next week. You would think the old codger wouldn't be able to get it up, but he gets it up just fine. Good genes I suppose. He came to my bedroom two months after mom passed. I tried to fight him off the first time. He was determined and I finally just let him take me. Dad was always envious of Dan's and my sex life. I guess I have dad's genes, cause after a bit, I did not mind dad coming to my bedroom, heaven forgive me, I still enjoy a good stiff one every now and then. After a bit, it just seemed natural. I share his bed most nights. Morgan sat dumbfounded and speechless. She understood the principle "you do what you have to, to survive". "He is almost 70. How old are you?" Was all Morgan could think to ask, hiding her amazement at the confession! "I'm just 52. I haven't aged well, I suppose." Carla replied, self-consciously rubbing the back of her hair, as if straightening it. "Your a lovely woman." Morgan lied, reaching to place her hand on Carla's leg in an effort to comfort her. They talked another hour. "We usually retire early around here." Carla finally said. "Come on and I'll show you to your bed." It was 9 o'clock. Carla led the way and opened the door to the other bedroom. She cut on a small lamp on a dressing table. Morgan immediately saw that the other full-sized bed was just as dilapidated, but it was warm and dry so it did not matter. Morgan was fully expecting Carla to say good night, but instead she moved to stand in front of her and reached to brush her red curls by her right ear. "You're a real cutie." Carla said, smiling at Morgan. "I bet under this robe I would find red hair between your legs. You don't shave it do you?" She asked with concern in her tone. "No ma'am I don't." "May I have a peek?" She asked, but did not bother to wait for an answer as she reached for the cloth belt. If anyone, Morgan was expecting Hank to make a run at her. She was not expecting Carla. A pessimist by nature, in the back of her mind she was wondering what the real cost of a warm bed was going to be. She watched as Carla began to untie the robe belt, let it drop, hanging in its loops. Still, the robe remained mostly closed and Carla pulled it open with both hands, just enough to reveal Morgan's frontal female attributes. Morgan remained motionless. Carla studied the young girl for long moments, her head raised slightly, a slight smile on her face. "We have had other guest but it's been maybe a year or more. You are one solid little lady. Perky breasts and pray tell nipples that are quite firm. Are you cold my child?" "No. Not at all." Morgan replied, annoyed with herself for not being uncomfortable with her situation, her hardened nipples showing obvious arousal. Carla untied her own robe, pushed it off her shoulders and stood naked, continuing, "no. I didn't think so. You understand the ways of the world." She gazed down. "And such a thick bush between your legs. I am no match for you child, but I have the same equipment and mine are quite sensitive, how about yours?" "They can be in the right hands." Morgan replied, saying what needed to be said. She truly did not know if she was in danger. At this moment, sexual arousal was taking the forefront of any other thoughts. Morgan had enjoyed a number of female sexual encounters in her past. Carla, in Morgan's view, literally, was quite correct. Her heavy large breast hung down considerably. Her large nipples showed little firmness though Morgan was sure the woman was aroused. She had quite a bit of tummy and her bush was thin. Her mound was puffy. Morgan slid her own robe off her shoulders and moved to make frontal contact with Carla, reaching around her to grip the woman's considerable and fleshy buttocks. Not that she was interested in feeling Carla's ass or any other part of Carla's body, but it was not in Morgan's nature not to give her all to sexual interaction. Carla did the same. She sighed a huge sigh of delight. "Your ass is very nice." She said seductively. Carla withdrew and walked to the right-hand side of the bed. When she entered the bed the bedsprings showed their annoyance, causing Morgan to flinch slightly, knowing any noise would clearly be heard through the walls. Which, asked the question, would Hank approve of his daughter and another woman having sex. Morgan entered the bed and accepted Carla's kiss as their bodies intertwined with each other. Carla could not be considered fat but she was definitely overweight and apparently the work on the farm had not toned her body. But, Morgan figured maybe Carla's workload was mostly defined to the home. They certainly seemed to eat well. Morgan returned Carla's passionate kisses and disinterestedly roamed over the woman's body. Morgan knew well the points of pleasure and sought them out, spending time making Carla moan and escalating the older woman's arousal. As time passed, Morgan was finding it difficult to contain her own arousal. It was not the first time Carla had teased her clit, but the present touch caused Morgan to lift her body up and over in a dominant posture partially mounting Carla. Morgan felt a finger push into her pussy. Morgan, giving as good as she got, shoved her middle finger into Carla's pussy, causing the heavy woman to lift her ass off the bed. In Carla's mind, Morgan was not the dominant one. To put the young girl in her place, Carla rolled Morgan off of her and onto her chest. She moved as quickly as she could to straddle the girl showing her who was boss. The bedsprings creaked loudly! Anytime they moved the bedsprings creaked loudly. Pinning the girl for a few moments, Carla began kissing her shoulders and neck. She slowly moved down Morgan's back until she reached her buttocks where she kissed and viciously nibbled on her ample buttocks. Morgan tried to subdue her yelps from the woman's nipping teeth. True to her redheaded roots and myth of tenacity, Morgan found her moment and levered Carla off of her ass. "You bitch!" She seethed, but kept her volume to a whisper. "I'll teach you not to bite!" Morgan jumped to latch onto Carla's right nipple. She gripped the large but not tall nipple between her teeth. She began to compress it waiting for Carla to cry uncle "Harder! You redheaded tart!" Carla taunted. Morgan felt if she bit any harder she would bring blood and eased the compression, then released the nipple, sitting tall above the woman and smiling at her. "Come here and snuggle!" Carla said humorously, smiling back. "You're a real game bird, you are! Put that pussy over my face. As Morgan maneuvered around, Clara slid further down into the bed. Morgan straddled her head. Carla reached to grab Morgan's buttocks. Clara stared up at the red bushed, thick-lipped pussy. "You've got one hell of a twat!" Clara declared, bringing the fingers of her right hand to toy and spread the pussy lips. She put her lips to Morgan's pussy kissing it tenderly, causing Morgan to moan. Clara began to pleasure the young girl orally. Known to one, unknown by the other, Hank pumped his cock as he spied through a rather large hole behind a picture of their homestead taken from a high vantage point, but was really a one-way glass. Morgan was not a cock sucker but had had her pussy eaten many times by a man and always lying on her back. Straddling Carlos face, her stance wide, her pussy unobstructed, the older woman was proving very adept at pleasuring a pussy. Morgan did not try to stifle her moans. When her eyes were not closed, she stared at the fussy mound of the 52-year-old woman. Morgan did not find Carla's pussy appealing at all, especially to put her lips to, but when one is consumed by lust what's appealing and what is not becomes blurred. Morgan soon had a burning desire to taste the woman's pussy so close to her face. She pushed her face between Carlos legs. When Morgan put her face to her crotch, Carla lifted her knees slightly and spread her stance considerably to give the young girl access. Hands gripped her ass and she felt Morgan's tongue exploring her pussy. Not knowing whether the young girl would join or not she was now overjoyed and put her lips over Morgan's clit sucking on it firmly. Morgan lifted her face from Carla's pussy to gasp loudly. Then she sought to return the favor, finding the woman's clit and sucking on it with joy. It was rewarded in much the same way and Morgan heard the woman gasp audibly. A hand smacked her ass hard. Both women are sopping wet as they scrubbed their faces into their perspective pussies. Morgan felt the tongue enter her, both, surprising her and fanning the flames of lust. Her nails bit into Carla's buttocks and she had to stop ravishing the woman's pussy, her breaths coming in labored gasps. Carla shoved Morgan's ass to the side, maneuvering from under her, surprising Morgan as she left the bed and rushed to the nearby dresser, pulling open a drawer and retrieving a rather long dildo tapered at both ends. Carla kneed herself onto the bed, spread her legs and pushed half of the dildo into her pussy, her body visibly shaking. Morgan needed no guidance or instructions as she maneuvered herself into place bringing her legs up high and wide. Carla placed the other end of the dildo to Morgan's pussy and slid it into her. She dropped down on top of Morgan and the two women embraced as their hips and ass began to do what came naturally. It was not perfect but at the moment neither woman cared. Hank was mesmerized by what he was seeing and was yanking hard on his cock. It was a handful. "Dammit! It's not working! I told him it wouldn't." Carla exclaimed, decoupling from Morgan and leaving the bed once more. Morgan looked around the room searching. Her attention went back to Carla coming towards the bed with a strap on dildo, trying to attach it. "Let me do that! " Morgan barked, leaving the bed and taking the dildo from Carla. "Get your ass back in bed!" She was mad at Carla's departure, leaving her shaking with desire. Morgan studied the strap-on for a brief moment. It took no time at all to get it strapped into place. She studied the rubber cock, estimating it to be rather average, maybe 6 inches but rather thin. Carla was waiting for her and assumed a most common position as Morgan moved in between her legs, put the rubber cock to her and rather roughly shoved it home. "You're not getting your ass up again anytime soon!" She said sternly. Morgan gathered Carla up in her arms like she herself had so many times been gathered up. She began to fuck Carla with a stabbing quick paced rhythm. "Oh! That's better. A whole lot better." Carla exclaimed. "You like that! Or, do you just like having a soft warm body to touch while you're being fucked." She hoped that Hank was indeed watching and able to hear. "Has he got a small cock? Maybe the old geezer tires out a little bit too quick or can't keep it up long enough?" "Morgan! Shut the hell up and fuck me. You're gonna............... The door opened causing both women to freeze and look towards the door. Hank stood there like a giant staring at the two women with a smile on his face, a smile and an erection that shocked Morgan. "Sweet Jesus." Her mind shouted. "It's got to be 10 inches long and as thick................. damn, it's thick!" Carla pushed Morgan from her and rolled out of the bed on the door side. "Hank, go back to your room! We are not finished in here!" Carla pleaded, pushing on a chest that would not budge. "She didn't mean anything! It was just sex talk." "Keep your ass in that bed if you know what's good for you!" Morgan heard his booming voice and pulled her feet back onto the bed. "And take that damn play cock off!" "Don't hurt her Hank! You made the last one bleed! She threatened to............." "All right woman! But enough of this lesbian shit. A man has come a calling." Hank said, then looked at Morgan. "Get used to the idea little lady." "You are one hell of a looking woman." Hank continued, as Carla made a beeline for the dresser again. "A hellva great ass!" Red-headed Hitchhiker Ch. 02 Carla pulled up near the ramp that dropped onto I-40. There was a light drizzle, soaking rain. "I appreciate everything Carla, the ride, the food, spending time with you and Hank in the sack. I haven't enjoyed myself that much in a long time." Morgan said, as she started to gather up her belongings and her sign. "You gave dad a real treat. I hope he did not hurt you with that huge cock of his? We are going to miss you." Carla returned. "You probably know the directions to our house should you get back this way, but how about I give you our number and you give me your mother's information?" "You have not told me if you enjoyed my visit?" Morgan asked as she searched for a pencil and paper. "I'll start crying if I tell you how much I have enjoyed your visit!" She replied, her eyes already beginning to tear up. "I'm going to miss you." Morgan shoved her stuff into the floor of the truck and pulled Carla to her, hugging her tightly. After long moments, they kissed. Morgan reached into the heavy pea coat to fondle Carla's left breast through the thin material of the dress, finding no bra, thumbing and pinching her nipple. "Maybe the rain will slack off if we wait a few minutes." Morgan suggested, smiling at Carla mischievously as she slipped her hands between Carla's legs going straight to her pussy. "Were you expecting this or do you always go around wearing no undies?" "The house is so hot that the less I have on the better." Carla replied, maneuvering behind the steering wheel of the truck to give Morgan access to her pussy in the tight cab. "Ahh FUCK!" Carla moaned as Morgan slipped her finger into her. No drivers passing by the old antique Ford pickup could see inside the frosted up windows caused by the poor heater and the heavy breathing of the two women. Carla was scrubbing Morgan's crotch as best she could with her right hand. She was having very little effect. She was soon wet with lust. Morgan finger-fucked her aggressively, soon putting two fingers into her. She stifled whatever arousal she was feeling knowing her pleasure would have to wait. After long minutes of finger-fucking the woman, Morgan placed her middle finger on her clit and quickly brought her to orgasm. Morgan had watched Carla's face, her eyes closed, through the whole process enjoying it immensely. "What about you sugar?" Carla asked with concern. "Tell your dad I'd like to try another inch of his cock should we ever get together again." Morgan replied jokingly as Carla straightened herself. "Now give me a kiss goodbye. I'll take care of my itch later." Carla cried off and on during the ride back home. She began to prepare lunch for her father as she sniffled moving around the kitchen. She had gained control of herself by the time her father walked through the door. "Morgan had a raincoat I hope?" Hank asked, taking his usual seat at the table. "It looks like it's going to be an all-day rain." "She had one of those poncho type, clear rain slickers." She informed him, coming to his right side to set a plate of food in front of him. She totally expected his hand going up under her dress. The real reason why she wore no panties was to humor him. Usually, she received a good amount of ass groping, but this afternoon she felt his finger push between the crack of her ass seeking to touch her pussy. "Behave yourself old man!" Carla chided. "I suppose you're missing the young redhead wanting to get your cock wet?" "You'll do just fine sweetheart." Hank replied. "But it will have to wait. Just get it in your head that I'm going to want a little sugar later on." Hank shoveled in two plates of food and 3 cups of sugar rich coffee before heading out the door again. It was 7 o'clock, already pitch black in the deep mountains of Arkansas. As most mountain folk, they had retired early. Hank lay on his back as his daughter lay next to his right side pumping his 10-inch cock. They were both naked and Hank's cock had no plastic washers as yet. Hank put his hand behind Carla's head and pushed it to his erection. Carla took about 3 inches of his cock into her mouth and began to suck on it, slowly at first, and then more aggressively. Hank rarely required her to take his cum but she sensed that tonight was going to be one of those nights when he would be upset if she spit him out. She also knew that afterwards she was going to get a lengthy fucking from the old man. She listened to his soft moaning as she cupped his balls trying to take another inch as she was becoming aroused herself. She blamed the redhead, Morgan, for her dad's prolonged and demanding sexual appetite. Even the slight movements of the bed were causing the bedsprings to voice their own abused resentment. She fought the gagging sensation as her father's cock erupted into her mouth. She swallowed the majority of it, the rest oozed out of her mouth and down her father's shaft. She reached to grab the wet washcloth she had placed on the table for just such an event. She continued stroking as she cleaned both of them a bit. "Give me the rings." She directed after long minutes of stroking her father's cock to get it hard enough to continue. Hank handed his daughter one ring at a time enjoying watching her place them on his cock, down his shaft. Just that act alone rejuvenated his cock considerably. "You keep that one Pa, I can take anything that redhead's cunt can!" She said declining the fifth ring, causing the old man to chuckle as they maneuvered, him atop her. Carla took hold of her father's cock and placed it to her. He pushed into her sending his cock, and another half inch, deep into her pussy. "Easy dad! Dammit!" He began a slow rhythm sending the bedsprings to singing. Hank loved the sound of the bedsprings and began to alternate his rhythm from aggressive to slow listening to their labored chorus. It was not long before his daughter's moans and grunts, and his own labored breathing, were added to the mix. The darkness outside, the darkened house, except the bathroom light escaping from the 1-inch crack of the door, and the father and daughter incestuously fucking on a crotchety old, noisy bed was all there were for miles around. Long, long minutes passed as father and daughter slipped into incestuous lust. Both were thinking of the sexy and promiscuous Morgan with the blazing red hair on her head and between her legs. "Right there! A little harder old man!" Carla declared breathlessly. "Right there! I'm close! Harder! Push it deep. Damn! Too many fuckin' rings!" Hank had his daughter's legs in the crook of his arms, pushing them back to bring her pussy to a near vertical position, as he held himself aloft, rigid on his hands and toes stabbing his cock into his daughter. Carla was now delirious as she struggled to reach orgasm. "YOU BIG COCK SON-OF-A-BITCH!" Carla bellowed, knowing there was no need to stifle her ravings. "YOU INCESTUOUS BASTARD! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeee!" Carla felt exhausted after her orgasm faded. Hank gathered her up in his arms and continued to fuck her aggressively. She lay passive. Her sexual desire depleted she turned her internal strife towards the man between her legs, her father, hating him. Hating the death of her husband. Hating the death of her mother and hating the redhead who had gotten everything out of kilter. It usually took weeks for the effects of a visitor to wear off, getting things back to normal. Normal was to lay with her father two to three times a month. If her father was as intoxicated as she was by Morgan's night with them it might take a month or more. She hated the fact that she liked sex and had accepted liking it with her father, though it always depressed her afterwards for a day or two. But she had little choice at her age and in the middle of the Arkansas mountains. After resting a bit, she began to do her duty as a sexual partner. Her ass matched her father's rhythm, moaning at the appropriate times and begging him to do what she rarely desired, to fill her belly with his incestuous cum. "GGGGggggggggeeeerrrrr!" Hank finally moaned deeply as he ejaculated into his daughter's pussy. "You like that don't you Carla?" "Yes Pa!" Carla responded with the appropriate loving tone she did not feel. Hank pulled out of her and Carla reached for the box of tissues. Morgan was correct, the old man came like a racehorse, abundantly filling her pussy. She knew from experience that if she did not contain it, it would be flowing down her thighs before she could make the few steps to the toilet. She waited for him to maneuver clear of her and she rolled off the bed holding the tissue to her pussy. She heard him chuckling. Sitting on the toilet, she could hear his semen plop in the water. Hank was right behind her to wash his cock in the sink. "You take real good care of your Pa Carla." He said in his deep baritone voice walking back to the bed. "You got good pussy." She knew by the time she cleaned up her father would be fast asleep. She sat in the kitchen drinking coffee and planning the next day's meals, injecting occasionally the memory of her being finger-fucked by Morgan in the truck. 200 miles to the west Morgan had walked the last 3 miles in the dark to her mother's large farmhouse. She had made the mileage with only two rides and no one had required her to do anything. During the ride, Morgan had opened the envelope and found $300. She smiled and thought it was definitely fun money. "Morgan, I have been worried sick about you!" Morgan's mother, Patricia, exclaimed as she opened the door and saw her daughter standing there. Pat was a large woman of 230 pounds at 5'8", with much of her weight around the middle. At 46 she was healthy as a horse and one could tell where Morgan had gotten her red hair. She was not at all bad looking either. Her usual dress was baggy jeans, as she had no ass to speak of, and a 3X shirt or T-shirt. "Damn! It's good to have you back home!" She continued. "You're soaking wet! Let's get them clothes off of you." They went upstairs to the full bathroom at the top of the stairs. Pat followed her daughter into the bathroom and began to undress her. "Mom I can handle this." Morgan protested but knew it was useless. "Shhhhh! Her mother comforted. "I know you can child but we need to get you a hot shower and warmed up. The sooner the better." "So how was your trip?" Pat inquired after her daughter had stepped into the shower and she stood at the edge of the curtain. "Not bad at all." She began. "Six rides altogether. One blow-ob, with a condom of course, one hand job and I spent last night with an incestuous father and daughter. I fucked the daughter with a strap-on and got fucked by the father with a 10-inch cock. He only gave me eight." "Hot Damn!" Morgan's mother yelped with glee. "Wished I could have been there!" You see ever since the Internet has come along Patricia, her husband long deceased, had become a virtual sex addict. Morgan did little to discourage her mother, actually, feeding her addiction with her own exploits like she just had. "A 10-inch cock! Now that's enough cock to get past my fat belly. I have to be choosy you know, but I can't find a field worker with a cock big enough to satisfy me. They usually end up eating my pussy and then fucking me like a bitch in heat. How do you know he just gave you 8-inches?" "He had some sort of plastic rings, like teething rings, that he put on his cock. He had 4 on with me. His daughter prefers five. And you want know the real kicker? You ready for this mommy dearest? He'll be 70 years old his next birthday! He's been fucking his daughter for probably 13 years. But I think she likes the ladies a bit more than a good cock." "Damn! I envy you and your youth. Your dad did right by me. He knew what I needed and gave me some cock three or four times a week........." "And twice on Sundays!" Morgan injected. "Told me y'all were taking a nap, but I wasn't stupid!" Without any hesitation, Morgan cut the water off and pulled the curtain open, looking to her mother for a towel. Pat chirped. "It's a wonder you didn't give that old man a heart attack! A 10-inch cock! I hate having to have my legs pushed back. A man could hold me tight and fuck me right with a cock that long." Mother followed daughter around the upstairs as Morgan went to her room and found her clothing where she knew it would be. She only needed a thin knee length gown. No panties. They then went downstairs and Pat fixed her daughter something to eat and they sat at the kitchen table drinking wine. They retired after midnight. "I need to shower before bed. Would you mind cleaning up the dishes for me?" Pat asked. Morgan lingered a few minutes more after hearing the shower turn off. She then went upstairs. Pat smiled at her daughter as she entered her bedroom. She reached to switch off the lamp by the bed and studied her daughter in the darkness as she removed her gown and slipped into the bed next to her. "Sugar are you sure you're not too tired?" Pat queried as she intertwined her body with her daughter's. "Not at all mom." Morgan replied in a whisper as she kissed her mother lightly on the lips. "It's been quite a while hasn't it? Way too long." Both women were well versed in what made each other feel good. Her mother had come to her bedroom two years after her father had passed away. She was 20 and was a confirmed farmer like her father. Though pretty, she knew her mother would never find another man to share her life with or one she could trust with her family's farm. She was the first woman to inherit it in its 100-year-old plus history. While preferring a man, Morgan had lovingly accepted her mother's advances on a cold January night. Together they learned the things that pleased a woman. Morgan was the first, this night, to kiss her way down her mother's large, maybe repulsive in the light of day, belly and put her tongue to her mother's pussy. She pushed her mother's legs back to get to her pussy, the way Pat disliked, but it was necessary. "It's been so long Morgan." Pat moaned. "Your tongue feels wonderful." Morgan slipped her hands under her mother's flat ass. She teased her mother for many long minutes, causing the woman to mutter and moan deliriously. Morgan rushed her mother to orgasm concentrating her tongue on her mother's clit. As her mother's orgasm faded Morgan continued to stroke her clit with the tip of her tongue, knowing her mother was good for two or three orgasms. She purged the juices from her mouth and the juices drained down her chin and neck. "You're so good to me Morgan." Pat moaned. "Don't stop." It took longer the second time - even longer for the third. Morgan's face and the bed was sopping wet with her mother's juices. Well into the third, Morgan reached between her legs, extended her middle finger and teased her own clit. As the third orgasm faded from her mother, Morgan began to maneuver up. Her intention was to straddle her mother's head as she had done so many times in the past. Pat, as she had often did in the past, reached to click on the lamp. She stared at her daughter's pussy. "You have a gorgeous pussy Morgan. Any man who get his cock into this should consider himself a very fortunate man indeed!" Pat slipped her hand between her daughter's legs and prodded and stroked her pussy long moments before putting her mouth to it. As she lapped, probed and teased with her tongue, Patricia's hands roamed over her daughter's ample bubbled buttocks. Morgan supported her weight by putting both hands on the headboard. She closed her eyes and lost herself in incestuous lust. She wished she were the one with a 10-inch cock to satisfy her mother. She would fuck her until she could not walk! Morgan had slipped back into farm work as if she had never left. The last week had been like a new lease on life. Sex with her mother every night had been marvelous, but she missed a good cock and she was not the type to mingle with the hired help. At this time of year, the foreman was about the only man around and he was married with children. "You haven't fucked the foreman, have you mom?" Morgan asked at Sunday morning breakfast. "He caught your eye did he?" Pat replied. "You know I can't fool around with a man who is going to be here on a regular basis." "He got those five kids by doing something right!" Morgan humorously said. "Good wife and mom, Dana is." Pat responded. "Ugliest as sin. You have to wonder how she nabbed him? She's probably fucking his brains out!" "More to the point." Morgan said as she leaned back, her mother placing a plate of food in front of her. "He says everything is pretty much ship shape. How about I call Hank and Carla and see if they would like a visit? It's only 200 miles away." "If you think the old man would be up to putting his cock in this cow of a woman, I think it's a grand idea." "I'll call after breakfast. And you're as pretty as all get out mom. You'll steal his heart and stiffened his cock like a steel rod." Patricia beamed a smile at the thought. Red-headed Hitchhiker "Here Hank. Take these. Please." Carla pleaded, handing her father what, to Morgan, appeared to be white teething rings about a half-inch round and filled with a proper liquid, maybe, 4 inches across. There were four. "Don't need four." Hank said belligerently, throwing one to the floor. He, one at a time, pushed the rings onto his cock. "That's not enough!" Carla exclaimed reaching to pick up the fourth one, attempting to put it on her father's cock. He let her. Morgan stared at what was left of his cock protruding from the four rings. She wondered if she could take what was left. If she had calculated properly, 8 inches was protruding beyond the rings. She had taken seven inches before with only slight discomfort. She had underestimated by a half-inch. "Let me suck it for you Pa." Carla tried another tact that sometimes worked when she didn't feel like being incestuously fucked. She always bitched until he put on five rings. Hank shoved his daughter aside and kneed himself onto the bed. Morgan excepted her fate and spread her thighs for the old man. Carla stood near the foot of the bed chewing on the thumb of her right hand. Hank had no need to contain the rings as he mounted Morgan. "Stick it in you girl." He directed sternly as she gathered her in his arms. A moment of thought reminded her she had taken her pill. Morgan placed the head of his cock to her. Much of her lubrication had dried up. When about 2 inches of his cock was in her she cautioned; "Easy old man! Easy or you might not wake up tomorrow morning." "You're spunky. I give you that Red!" He chuckled, but he slowed his progress of penetrating her. "And you're hung like a horse. EASY! I said." Morgan, between the length and thickness of Hank's cock, absorbed the abuse. She soon felt the rings touch her vagina. "Now, nice and easy until you break it in." Morgan directed. When Carla saw her father's ass begin to hump, she backed up to a chair against the wall. She sat down feeling and showing defeat in her demeanor. She could not take her eyes off of her father's ass humping in a slow rhythm. She listened to the methodical rhythm of the bedsprings. Over the years, she had witnessed are heard her father fuck a dozen or more women of various ages. She thought Morgan might be the youngest. Morgan dropped her legs, placing her heels on the back of the old man's legs. She tried to relax as best she could letting Hank have his rein. Long, long minutes went by. Hank was breathing hard and his rhythm had escalated considerably. Morgan's arousal had crept through her body like a thief in the night, actually, surprising her that her ass was in motion, matching the old man's rhythm. Her arms tightened around his back. She could not stifle her moans. Hank had become aware of Morgan's movements and began shoving his cock hard into her. Her moans echoed accordingly. She was shoving back, to his delight. Very few of the women he had fucked responded positively. Except for his daughter eons ago, he had never bodily forced a woman to lay with him, verbal threats of making them find their own way out of the Arkansas mountains generally sufficed. His daughter, seeking her own pleasures, often helped as she had tonight. Still, most were passive just lying there, suffering, yes, suffering, understandably, under his sexual transgressions and huge cock. Most sexual intercourse lasted less than 20 to 30 minutes. He never worried about their satisfaction. Carla's right hand was scrubbing at her pussy. She too having become intoxicated, not so much by her father's humping ass, but by Morgan's posterior returning her father's stabbing thrusts. She wanted desperately to be the one fucking Morgan. Her father's grunts, Morgan's moans and groans, and the bedsprings creaking loudly and rhythmically combined for a most erotic and lustful sight and sounds. Hank now had his hands wrapped over Morgan's head to keep it from being battered against the headboard. Her red curly hair, was not just moist , but, sopping wet, along the edges. A view of her pussy would have shown her pubic hair to be drenched. He made no effort to keep his weight off of her and her tits were compressed against his chest. Had Morgan not been in the throes of sexual lust she would have, no doubt, felt claustrophobic under the big man's body. At 5' 4", with robust hips and ass, to his 6' 5" and 240 pounds, the casual alien observer would have wondered if such a diminutive creature could survive the assault of such an overwhelming beast, though it fought back with zeal. The red lines on the attacker's hide showed the ferocity of the little one's struggles. Hank slowed his rhythm. Carla was able to hear his labored breathing. "Don't have a heart attack on me old man." Morgan chided. The verbal jab only caused Hank to rev up his rhythm again. On they fucked. On they moaned. And Clara scrubbed at her pussy, inserting her middle finger into her pussy quite often. "I'm right at the edge Hank. We can do this thing together." Morgan theorized verbally. "I know you're close. Tell me when you feel it coming." A minute or two later Hank moaned he was coming. His cock exploded into Morgan's pussy and Morgan followed him in orgasm a moment later. Hank virtually collapsed making it difficult for Morgan to breath. That little visitor from another planet would rightly determine that the smaller diminutive creature had triumphed over the larger. Carla did not hear Morgan's directions and was caught off guard when both moaned in orgasm. She lost hers. Morgan pushed against Hank's shoulders and the old man slowly lifted himself up, his cock plopping out of Morgan's pussy. He stood and moved as if partially intoxicated. "Come to bed Carla." He instructed. "She's staying here with me a while longer." Morgan told him, her tone implying she would not hear otherwise. "We have unfinished business so take your limp cock to bed. Leave Carla for me to take care of. " Hank exited the bedroom and Morgan rolled off the bed. "You got a rag or something I can use." Morgan asked Carla. Carla rooted around inside a drawer and handed Morgan a small towel. Morgan pushed it between her legs, taking one corner to wipe her thigh. "Damn man comes like a horse too!" She said with aggravation in her tone. Morgan cleaned herself as best she could. "Come back to bed Carla. We have unfinished business." "Maybe I should just go back to bed with Hank." Carla replied shyly creeping towards the door. "Get your ass in the bed! Does everything around here have to be so difficult." The two women intertwined and kissed and fondled each other's breasts a few minutes. Morgan, then, started her descent, kissing Carla's body lovingly as she went. Carla spread her legs and bent her knees up as Morgan's hands went under her ass. Morgan pleasured Carla for long minutes before the woman came to orgasm. Morgan was groggy as she left the bedroom after the call to breakfast. Through the kitchen window she could see the sun illuminate the far hill. Her mouth tasted as you might guess and she wasted little time getting the coffee to her mouth. Hank was shoveling in food like he was starving to death. He was already dressed for the day. "I should not be gone very long." Carla spoke to Hank. "After you shower Morgan, I'll drive you down to the interstate. Hank pushed an envelope towards Morgan. "A little something for your troubles Red." "Any of your other visitors ever come back to see you?" Morgan asked Hank. "Can't say they have." He answered. "If I ever get back this way, I might stop in to see you old man. Maybe I'll let you take off one or two of those rings. You be kind to her, you hear?" Hank took a sip of his coffee and nodded his head. "I wouldn't make it too long. I'm getting old."