****** The Happy Gang of Us by John Wood ******
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The Happy Gang of Us


This is a true story that happened 15 years ago when I was a boy of 15. My
father, who was a softhearted miller that got his bankruptcy because of
improper management, took his life on a stormy night leaving only my mother and
me behind. My widow mother who was then only 37 decided to live on because she
considered herself to be capable of dealing with the debts. Taking some
relative's advice she took to raising pigs. She figured that we could profit
quite a lot from raising and selling many piglets to meet the growing market
demands as then many rich folks in this backward area of ours began to turn to
"roast piglets" to ease their "weird appetites."

Mom began with only two sows and a boar with her very limited money left, in a
self-built straw mat shed at the edge of the village. I lived with Mom there as
there was none other left back home. I attended school by day and often had to
help in the evening.

Soon summer came and I had no school and had to help work all day. By then both
two sows had had many piglets which of course we decided to keep for
reproduction. We separated the piglets to let the mother pigs have a rest.

One day, about ten day after the separation, while I was feeding the sows I
found one of them got very uneasy. I had given her the usual fodder yet she
kept raising her head as if asking for more. I gave her more but she neglected
it. I ran to tell mother that our pig was ill. When mother heard that she just
smiled it away, saying that we were going to have another litter of piglets. It
was sometime later that I got to know she was in heat.

My mother of course knew how to deal with a sow in heat. But she wanted me also
to know about it so the next day she asked me if I would love to help her breed
the sow. I said I would be glad to.

Before the boar was brought in, Mother went to the sow and pressed her hind
half. The sow stood still. She gave another push and the sow even backed a
little. It was time Mom said. And we brought in the boar. He smelt the buttocks
of the sow and became very excited. He jumped suddenly and mounted her, his
pointed red cock thrusting like an arrow. Mother gently pushed the cock a
little upward to help with the penetration. All went on so smoothly and
naturally except that something went wrong with me. I got a very hard on. I
knew what the scene meant. And it seemed that I had a kind of desire. I wanted
to be the boar! I fixed my eyes upon the erotic performing animal couple,
thinking about how to get a chance sometime later.

And the chance did come two hours later when mother told me that she was to
carry home some fodder from the nearest town. It would take her two hours so I
figured I had plenty of time.

Immediately she left I sneaked into the pen, directly rushing at the sow. I
examined for the first time her pussy which was now swollen like a huge red
strawberry. I loved it dearly and got off my shorts at once and pointed my iron
prick at the strawberry. Funny when I touched both flanks of my lady pig she
happily backed to meet me. My prick split the red strawberry without difficulty
and now I had to tell you how I felt. A 15-year-old as I was I had never had
any sexual experience, not even a masturbation. My only relief was the one or
two wet dreams per month, imagining sleeping with mom who was beside me in
another bed.

The over heated tunnel together with the seemingly pleasant response from my
lady pig almost drove me mad. Each time she knocked backward it caused me to
shudder like my penis was being milked. I tried to stay still savoring the
heavenly pleasure but my bride under me didn't seem to like that. Her tunnel
began to suck me like a cupula. This gave me another wave of fantastic wallop.
About one minute later I felt my fluid being violently sucked into the flesh
cupula. This lasted for only a few seconds and a mixture of extreme pleasure
and a little bit of fear overcame me. Soon I fell from heaven back to earth,
finding both legs almost give out under me. I left my lover reluctantly and
returned to my normal being.

I had a most refreshing feeling for the rest of the day. Towards evening,
however, my problem came again, this time more urgently. I knew my fluid was
full again and needed to be sucked. Luckily between 8:30 and 10:00 there was a
period that I could take advantage of : My mother used to be out on her routine
business. I was then able to date with my dear silent lover. I tried to get the
key but it was not there. Still I went to the pen to try my luck.

The gate was not locked. I pushed it. It didn't open. It was latched from
inside! Who could it be there? I peeped from a hole in a mat and the sight
almost made me faint away: In the dim light of a torch the boar was copulating,
not with a sow, but with a human! The familiar figure beneath the boar made it
clear to me that it was my mother! This was my mother's routine business! And
she was dedicated to it without missing even once! I would have screamed but I
was sensible enough not to do that.

Very soon my understanding prevailed over the shameful feeling and I began to
feel guilty. Yes. If I myself could show my love towards a female animal, then
why not my mother towards a male one? She had been a widow for so long and
might need comfort a hundred times worse than me. I turned and left the sty for
my sleeping place.

My tense between the crotch by then had not been reduced, instead it increased
sharply. What I should do to ease it I didn't know. I was being tortured by a
burning anxiety inside my body when I heard the gaggle of one of our old hens.
She sure had just laid an egg. "Do you have a pussy too, dear hen?" I thought.
I examined the henroost, touched a wet warn egg but put it aside and reached
for the hen's cloaca with a finger. Goodness me it was warm and wet and loosen.
I took off my shorts in no time and fixed the cloaca onto my cock. I did get
in. I was in heaven but the hen puffed her wings desperately and gaggled like
mad. She hurt I thought. I immediately let her go. But a few minutes later my
primitive lust together with curiosity drove me to try again. This time she did
not struggle but penetration was out of the question. After busy searches my
dick found her cloaca. It felt so good. But from the very beginning the cloaca
sucked the tip of my dick like a vacuum valve, rather more violently than the
sow's vaginal tunnel. In a few seconds I was completely drained. I got relieved
but was not too satisfied. Yet I was relieved enough to go to bed now. Mother
came back after a bath in the brook and slept beside me. We shared one room but
not the same bed. As I got completely drained I slept a night without my
routine series of incestuous fantasy.

I slept till eight in the morning when mother came in shouting that we had got
something interesting to do again. Our other sow was also in heat. After
breakfast we did the breeding and mother said she was to be away for half the
morning. She asked me to do my holiday assignment carefully and tend our sows
from time to time since they are now most liable to get hurt. You can imagine
how happy I was then and I waited patiently doing my homework till she left
before stealing into the sty again.

My second lady pig was far bigger and rather plump. I loved it better and
considered I should take time to enjoy her. I got some warm water to wash her
clean. Then I applied some lotion to make a lot of foams. I did the same to my
crotch and then hugged my willing lover passionately. The feeling was marvelous
which I savored again and again. Meanwhile my dick busily circled around the
swollen pussy, not bothering to take any action. Surprisingly, however, my
female animal partner must have got impatient with this because she knocked
back rhythmically again and again, till at last her half-open pussy took in my
ready cock automatically. The pleasure was beyond comparison. I pushed in and
out, and wave after wave of pleasure spread from my flesh tool to very cell in
my spine and brain. It lasted fifteen minutes without my coming. That was a
real treat, I tell you, unlike my first hurried virginity losing sexual
intercourse with the first sow. I lowered both hands to touch and feel the
nipples of my lover and almost at the same moment I cum! I had never touched a
human nipple and now the sow's nipples, with lotion bubbles to lubricate and
without hair, felt so wonderfully soft and smooth that I could no longer
control myself.

When we returned to feed the pigs at noon, mother smelt the lotion and said
laughingly to me, "If you have the filial piety to clean a pig mother, I wonder
could you do the same to a human one? " I had a flush first, then after tasting
what Mom had said I got very excited. Wash Mom! May I? Must I? Shall I? I
thought wildly.

That evening at half past eight mother's bathing time came. While allowing me
to use the water from the tank beside the hogpen she herself would go to bathe
in the brook. But this time I thought I would have to do my duty as a filial
son. I offered to go and help and mom just nodded with a smile. Lotion and
towers in hand we headed for the brook.

It was a place of wild beauty and tranquil. The couchy banks separated a small
patch of sands from the then not too noisy outside world. We both washed our
hair first. Then when I took off my T-shirt, to my great surprise Mom took off
her blouse too. In the silver moonlight I witnessed Mom's plump body for the
first time. And the bouncing of her breast almost made me cum. In a tremble
voice I asked mom if she needed some lotion and she said she did and asked me
to give her a hand. I applied some to her back but she said she needed some in
the front. I did so but I was almost defeated by the fatty velvet mammas of
mom's. By then I didn't think I liked any foreplay so I hugged her immediately.
Good heavens it was so slippery that we both fell to the shallow water.

I rode on top of mom, my both arms closed round under her armpits, my chest
rubbing against her breasts lecherously. The lotion bubbles made us as slippery
as two eels. This made me so wildly excited that my dick began to bump against
the secret part of mom's. "This way," Mom said, and she grabbed my dick with
one hand to guide it into her. It was easy. But the wet and the heat caused me
to scream. I felt I was going to explode, to burn, and above all I had a desire
to be drained. Had I not had the first few experiences with the sows I would
have come right away. But I managed to control myself. Then mother suggested we
move out of the water to a dry place. She spread a bath tower on the sand
between the bushes of couch and we lay down again. This time mom rode on me.

"How do you feel?" speaking into my mouth she said.

The feminine scent from her mouth almost made me cum but I said, "Marvelous."

"Anything different?" she asked again.

"What anything? I don't understand."

"The sows."

"No!" I protested.

"Never mind, dear. You were not doing anything wrong. Guess what? I caught you
doing that thing to our sow that day."

"I am sorry, mom."

"I am sorry too. But I hadn't meant to do that. I just returned to get our
wheel cart and I saw you. And remember the next day? I gave you another time on
purpose. and I watched from beginning to end. "

"Oh, no!" I protested again.

"That's all right, son. It is human that errs, the rather that you aren't doing
anything wrong. Tell me, son, was that your first time?"

"Yes."

"I figured it was. Because the first day you were so soon lost to her. It is a
pity you didn't lose your virginity to me."

At the remark I was almost mad with excitement and "I love you mom" was all I
could utter. Meanwhile mother became violently erotic too and kept bumping
against me like mad, shouting and crying and groaning and howling for a solid
minute or two. At the same moment, with a slow but steady lustful intensity
built up around my public region, I began to shoot load after load of my
incestuous sperm into my dear beautiful lascivious mother.

We lay face to face hugging tightly, enjoying the tranquil of this deserted
brook shoal. No one was there to disturb us, except the full moon which was
shedding its gentle light upon us. Miss Lunar now covered her face with a thin
cloud. Was she feeling shameful to see an incestuous pair of mother and son in
their incestuous spree? Don't do that, Miss Lunar. For we are the happiest
couple in the world now! I said to myself.

We returned to our shed and had a good sleep, sharing the same bed for the
first time since I grew up. Before that I asked mother to teach me to kiss and
we valued every bit of incestuous saliva from each other.

By dawn I had a scorching hard on again and wanted to have another ride. But
mom advised me to calm down and wait until after breakfast because by then we
would have something even more exciting to do. I agreed, but that was another
story.

(The End)