Grandma and I go to the farm

The next few days went by smoothly. Grandma spent most of her time at the beach or shopping, when she wasn’t over at Mandy’s place anyway. I was able to concentrate on work during the day and in the evenings I hung around the house watching TV. I figured that Grandma was getting her sexual needs taken care of by Mandy since she hadn’t made any advances with me. I’m sad to have to admit it, but I was actually grateful she left me alone. I wasn’t completely rested from the other day.
Wednesday morning she borrowed my car saying Mandy was going to show her some of her favorite stores in town. I told her to have a good time then got to work. Since the thought of visiting Mom and Dad had popped into my head I was having trouble focusing on my assignments. Around noon I called and talked to my boss. Lying my ass off I told him there was a family emergency and wanted to take the rest of the week off. He said that wouldn’t be a problem as long as I took my laptop, in case they had to send me something that needed fixed right away. I had already discussed going with Grandma and she said it would be fine with her, since most of her clothes were there anyway. With that settled I began looking forward to at least a long weekend at the parent’s place.
With my back against the arm of the couch, my knees raised and my feet on the cushions, I was just about to bite into the pizza I had delivered when Grandma walked in the front door. Immediately I noticed that her hair had been done, it had more bounce to the wavy locks and the silver-blue color looked fresher. Sitting the two large shopping bags she held in her hands down, she walked over in front of me and asked what I thought of her new outfit. She was wearing a pale blue knee length dress that looked like it was made from pure silk, with a modest neckline that dipped just low enough to show off the string of pearls around her neck. Her legs were covered in sheer black nylons with a seam running down the back, spiked four-inch black heels adorned her feet. She did a slow twirl letting me get the whole effect. My appreciative cock began to expand, so it was a good thing all I had on was my robe. Don’t want any restrictions to get in the way.
“What do you think,” she asked, obviously pleased with how the dress subtly showed off her figure.
“You look absolutely gorgeous Elsie,” I complimented her.
“Wait till you see what else I got. Mandy took me to the most darling little shops,” she gushed before grabbing the bags and rushing to the bedroom.
Taking a swig of the beer I had been nursing I glanced at the cable box and saw that it was six-thirty. I chugged the rest of the beer and got another, then sat down in the same position as before waiting for her to return, the pizza completely forgotten about.
The next outfit she modeled took my breath away. She had on a sheer black nightgown with a plunging neckline that showed off the top swell of her ample breast. The front had ties that held it together; her unencumbered white breast and dark nipples were clearly visible through the filmy material. Underneath she had on red bikini panties with black lace borders at the waist, leg openings and running in a line through the center of the crotch. I could see her large clit peeking through the slit in front. The seamed nylons were held up by a black and red garter belt strapped around her hips while the spiked heels made her leg muscles stand out proudly. I killed off my beer in several large gulps before saying anything.
“You…look…so… hot Grandma,” I stammered.
“Why thank you boy. I thought you might like this little number,” she purred.
“Oh, I like it very much,” I said, absently reaching between my legs and fondling my dick.
“I guess you do,” she chuckled, and then added, “You need another beer sweetie?”
I just nodded my head and watched her strut her stuff toward the fridge, her ass bouncing and swaying hypnotically. I popped the top of the beer she handed me, took a long pull on it while she sat on the opposite end of the couch, in the same position I was in. Her nylon clad knees parted as her free hand slowly crept down over her breast until it reached the junction between her thighs. With her index finger gently manipulating her hardening clitoris she sipped her beer and calmly stared into my face. I stared back as my hand rubbed lightly on my rapidly stiffening member.
“I’ll let you watch if I can,” she whispered.
“I would love that,” I said, keeping my eyes on her face.
Untying my robe I folded the halves to each side so Grandma could look at all of me. My ball sack rested on the cushion and spread out under my now hard cock, my hand circled the shaft and casually stroked back and forth. Taking her fingers off her clit she undid the ties on her nightgown and pushed each front section over to the sides. Her dark brown areolas, sitting against the starkness of her milky white tits, stared at me as she dropped her hand back onto her mound. Once again her finger teased the engorged clit. We stayed in this position for some time calmly sipping our beers, playing with ourselves for the enjoyment of the other to witness.
When her hand moved further down on her crotch I was unable hold her gaze. Looking between her legs, I watched as her middle finger slid between the gap in the panties and sank into her cunt. Trapping her pussy lips with two fingers she pulled and stretched them out through the opening. Gently she brushed each meaty petal to the side with her fingertips until they lay over on the hair covering her puffy outer lips. This gave me a perfect view into the opening of her moist tunnel. The pink muscles at her entrance were clenching and unclenching repeatedly, as if seeking something to suck on as her finger returned to rubbing her stiffened bud.
Sitting the beer on the floor and pushing my robe off, I knelt between Grandma’s knees close enough to touch her. Reaching out with one hand I slid a finger gently into her contracting pussy, while my other hand worked furiously along the shaft of my cock. She took her thumb and forefinger and began to masturbate the nearly inch long clit like a dick. I stuck another finger into her well-lubricated snatch and started finger fucking her tunnel in rapid jabs, as the tempo of my own strokes increased. Pre-cum leaked from my penis while her juices thickly coated my plunging fingers. I looked up when I heard her beer slipped from her hand and hit the floor. Her eyes were tightly shut and a very long moan poured from her open mouth. I felt her pussy clamp down on my fingers and a flood of wet hot cream flowed past them. My first rope of sticky white spunk landed on her left nipple before I forced my rod down and pointed the head directly at her huge clit. I shot the rest of my load over her clit and finger until they were a gooey mess.
Spent, I sat back on my feet and watched Grandma take her free hand and scoop the jizz off her tit with her fingers. She opened her eyes and stared at me as she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked the cream off them. Her other fingers continued to spread the rest of it around her clit while some trickled down into her slit and leaked into the crack of her ass.
“Mmm…tasty,” she said as she licked her fingers clean.
Looking at the mess I’d made I told her not to move and got a warm washcloth from the bathroom. Using the damp cloth I cleaned off the spunk from her fingers and then wiped as much as I could from her sodden crotch. She began to undulate her hips forward slightly when the washcloth circled her still erect clit. Without thinking I dropped the cloth on the floor and smothered her cunt with my mouth, sucking both her labia and huge clit in at the same time. Feverishly I lapped and sucked, digging my tongue deep into her cleft before taking her clit and massaging it with my lips. I could taste the salty mixture of our juices on my tongue as her furry box bucked against my mouth faster and faster.
“That’s it boy. Lick that pussy,” Grandma whimpered.
Eagerly I punished her cunt with my lips and tongue as I reached up and pinched each of her nipples repeatedly. Taking my other hand I placed two fingers on her long clit and stroked up and down on it, at the same time plunging my tongue deep into her hot hole.
“OHHH…SHIIIITTTT!” she screamed when her orgasm exploded.
My face rode her bucking and trembling center until she gradually brought herself under control. Scooting upwards I lay my head on her heaving chest between her soft breasts, the tip of my semi-hard penis gently touching the flaps of her juicy pussy. When the palm of my hand rolled her hard nipple she clasped it in hers and held it still.
“No…more…too sensitive,” she whispered.
Content with just holding her in my arms listening to her heart thump in her chest, I savored her warmth radiating into me. The drumming of her heart slowed and she kissed the top of my head, before softly running her fingers through my hair.
“Goddamn boy. You sure know how to make this old lady feel good,” she eventually said.
“I love making you feel good, Elsie,” I whispered back.
We must have fallen asleep like that, because when I looked at the cable box it was showing almost 10pm. Careful not to wake her, I put the pizza in the fridge and the spilt beer in the sink. She was snoring softly when I returned. Not wanting to leave her out here I managed to carry her to the bedroom without waking her up. It was quite a struggle, but I removed her nightgown and damp crotchless panties, then somehow got her under the covers. As soon as she was covered she turned away from me and lay in a fetal position. Already naked I crawled in and spooned up against her; my cock nestled under her ass and against the heat of her fur-lined pussy. Blood filled my rod and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to sleep in this position. I thought about turning over to my other side but changed my mind. Instead I scooted down till the angle was right, worked the head of my dick up into her slick tunnel before scooting back up. With half of my rigid cock being held comfortably in the tight confines of my Grandmother’s wet cunt, I put my arm over her and quickly fell asleep.
I woke up early but Grandma was already out of bed. Not finding my robe I padded naked to the front room, after a much-needed stop at the toilet to relieve my aching bladder. My robe was still on the couch so I put it on and fixed a cup of coffee. Grandma was at the table talking on her cell phone dressed in her short white slip. Taking my coffee I joined her there and ease-dropped on her conversation.
“So you understand what you have to do,” she asked whomever she was talking to.
“Okay. The boy’s up now, so we should be leaving shortly,” she told the other person.
“Remember to charge the batteries in that fancy camera I got you,” she said into the phone, before saying goodbye and hanging up.
“That was Doris, in case you’re curious,” she told me.
I was, but didn’t want her thinking I was being nosey. What her and Mom had been talking about did have my curiosity up though. And what about this fancy camera Grandma was talking about? The only camera I remember Mom ever owning was an old instamatic that I’m sure has seen better days.
“What’s this about a camera,” I asked.
“I bought her one of those ones that records on a DVD for her birthday last year. But I don’t think she has even taken it out of the box yet,” she answered.
“Cool,” was all I could come up.
Grandma made us a nice breakfast and then I helped clean the dishes, making sure to rub up against her soft ass whenever I stood behind her at the sink.
“We don’t have time for any Tom-Foolery boy. We need to get ready and hit the road,” she said, swatting my hands from her ripe tits.
With our bags packed, and some of Grandma’s new purchases in my extra suitcase, we hit the road. My car, a 1969 Buick Wildcat complete with a big bench seat in front and lousy gas mileage, was an absolute joy to drive. It cruised down the road with ease, and being so big, most other drivers steered clear of it. Dressed in loose jeans and faded pocket t-shirt, Grandma wearing the white blouse and maroon long skirt she had arrived in, we settled in for a comfortable trip. Just over three hours later, and one of Grandma’s hummers that nearly got us killed at 70 miles an hour, we turned into the quarter-mile dirt road to my parent’s house.
As we got closer to the house my heart sank. A large wonderful part of my childhood was no longer there shading the left side of my old home. Probably nothing left of the old oak but firewood I mused as we parked near the large maintenance shed on the right. Mom’s car and Dad’s beat up truck were parked there, so I knew they were home. Being a gentleman I went and opened Grandma’s door for her. Reaching in to help her out I saw she had hiked the long skirt up to her waist. When she spread her legs to get out I was pleasantly surprised to see she was wearing the crotchless panties from last night.
“I like a cool breeze down there when I travel,” she remarked smiling.
“You’re such a tease old lady,” I shot back with a big grin on my face.
“Get my bags boy,” she said, then slapped my ass before saying, “I’ll show you who’s old later.”
It took two trips to place our bags on the wide front porch before swinging the front door open.
“Mom? Dad?” I called out, but no one answered.
My parent’s house had two huge bedrooms upstairs, a large living room, with the kitchen and laundry room off toward the back. Two armchairs sat across from the big leather couch with a hefty coffee table in front of it. I remember it taking two people to move that table because it had been built so sturdy. A large flat panel TV sat where every seat in the room could view what was playing on it. There were also two full bathrooms, one downstairs in the master bedroom and the other one separating the bedrooms upstairs. Each upstairs bedroom had a door leading into the bathroom, so if you wanted any privacy you had to lock both doors. I took our bags and placed them in the bedrooms before hunting for my parents.
Grandma went to the kitchen to make us some coffee while I searched the house and back yard for Mom and Dad. Not finding them I headed to the maintenance shed. The big overhead door was closed so I let myself in through the side entrance. Once my eyes adjusted to the dimness I could make out all the equipment Dad used to keep things running on the farm. A quick search revealed no one there so I stepped outside and was headed back to the house when I spotted them. Coming out of the walnut orchard holding hands, their faces a little flushed, they didn’t see me right away. When Mom did spot me she let out a squeal and ran the thirty yards to where I stood. It was a delight to watch her small boobs bouncing under her flapping housedress as she approached. Giving me a tight motherly hug and a peck on the cheek we waited for Dad to catch up. He shook my hand, clapped me on the back, and told me he was happy to see me.
“How did you and my Mother get along,” Mom asked.
“Splendidly,” I answered with a sly smile in her direction.
“She did come with you, didn’t she?”
“Yeah. She was making some coffee when I left to find you two,” I told her.
“Coffee sounds good,” they said in unison.
We found Grandma sitting at the big dining table in the kitchen waiting patiently sipping on a cup of coffee. We joined her after fixing our own cup. Dad kissed her on the cheek before sitting down. They have always gotten along, so it was no surprise to see this kind of affection from my father.
“I put our stuff in the bedrooms upstairs,” I informed no one in particular. Dad shot Mom a funny look, so I asked, “Something wrong?”
“Well honey, it’s just that your Aunt Marcy is coming later today and there’s only two bedrooms up there,” Mom said apologetically.
“No problem. I can sleep down here on the couch,” I assured her.
“Nonsense,” Grandma chimed in. “If the boy doesn’t mind bunking with an old woman, he can stay with me in my room.”
“Wouldn’t that be a little weird for you, Elsie,” Dad asked.
“Of coarse not. He’s my grandson for Pete sakes. Besides, those beds are big enough for three people to sleep comfortably so I don’t see a problem,” she answered with an air of finality to the matter.
“Well son? It’s up to you,” Dad looked at me.
“I don’t mind, as long as Grandma promises not to hog all the blankets,” I laughed.
“Then it’s settled. You two can share, and Marcy can have the other one,” Dad finally said.
“Is Bill coming with Aunt Marcy this time,” I asked.
“No. He’s off on one of those hunting trips with his buddies again,” Dad answered sarcastically.
Aunt Marcy and Bill Rodgers have been married only eleven years but it seemed like forever. Dad was not fond of Bill at all. Since they had gotten hitched Bill took every spare moment he had running off with his pals, doing God knows what, always telling Marcy that it was a guy thing and she couldn’t come. Why she hadn’t dumped the bastard yet I couldn’t figure out. After two failed marriages, maybe she just didn’t want to be alone.
While Mom and Grandma set up the bedrooms, I helped Dad sort out and move a few things around in the shed. With harvest time behind him he had more time to relax and enjoy himself. The down time seemed to agree with him, he actually looked better than the last time I saw him. Finished in the shed Dad suggested we have a cold one on the porch, for which I readily agreed. Dad liked his beer and had an old fridge in the shed that was stocked at all times. We took our beers and settled into two of the four wicker chairs on the porch overlooking the main road and driveway.
“Your health doing okay Dad,” I asked after a spell of sipping my beer.
“I’m good. Better than good actually,” he replied.
“How so?”
“Doctor has me on some new medications. I’m back to my old self, if you know what I mean,” he said with a wink in my direction.
‘That’s awesome news,” I told him.
“You’re Mother thinks so. Want another brew?”
“Sure,” I said, fighting back a ping of jealously.
I sat there and watched him stroll over to the shed for refills. I was struck by how much alike him and I were. He was just as tall as me but had a slimmer frame, and his short brown hair was a tad thinner than mine. Working hard all his life had kept him in reasonably good condition for a man of forty-nine years old. He returned with two more beers just as a bright red pick-up turned into the drive.
“Your Aunt’s here,” he told me.
The truck rolled to a stop next to my Wildcat with the cab in a direct line from us. The driver’s side door swung open and a long bare leg stretched out toward the ground. This position allowed Dad and I a quick look up the loose leg opening of a pair of white short shorts. A glimpse of pink cotton panties flashed us before the other long leg reached the ground and Aunt Marcy stepped from the truck. Smiling at us, she lifted her arms above her head and stretched the kinks from her nearly six-foot tall slender frame. I found it hard to believe that she was two years older than my Dad. Her sparkling baby-blue eyes radiated a certain vitality, and her flaming red hair didn’t have a single gray strand to be seen. She took after Dad’s Mom in the red hair aspect. Probably dyed it I thought. I could just make out the low-cut white bra encasing her apple-sized breasts through the white tank top she had on. I was at a loss why she would wear all white with her pale complexion, but I wasn’t going to complain as she stepped onto the porch.
“Hey little brother,” she said to Dad, giving him a hug and an affectionate kiss on the cheek.
“And look who we have here!” she exclaimed turning to face me. “Come give your Aunt a hug.”
Standing, I moved into her outstretched arms and received a warm bear hug. Her perfume smelled like honeysuckle, one of my all-time favorite scents. Dad grabbed her suitcase from the truck and we went inside. Mom and Grandma were huddled on the couch looking like the cat that ate the canary. When all the hugs and kisses and hellos were finished, Dad said he would take Marcy’s bag upstairs.
“I’ll go with you Tom. I need to freshen up a bit,” Marcy said, then followed Dad up to the bedrooms.
Both Mom and Grandma had smirks on their faces as they watched Marcy’s tight ass climb the stairs. I sat on the couch next to Mom and asked what was going on with the two of them. Snickering, they told me not to worry about it. Knowing they weren’t going to tell me what they were up to, I opted to broach the subject of Dad and Marcy.
“So you’ve known about Dad and Aunt Marcy all along Mom,” I asked her in a hushed tone.
“Yes. I’ve known since right after your Father and I were married,” she quietly answered.
“But…” I tried to get my thoughts together.
“Listen Tommy. I love your Dad and I know he loves me. So if something makes him happy, I can look the other way,” she said, as if that was all the explanation I needed.
“But Mom! He’s been cheating on you all this time. And with his own sister no less,” I persisted.
“Yeah. And now I’ve done the same. With my own son no less,” she countered.
When I said I was confused, she told me that in the twenty-five years they have been married Dad has always been a loving and supporting husband to her. A claim not too many women could make nowadays she stated. Just look at Marcy she reminded me. A smile appeared on Mom’s face when I changed the subject to what Dad had said about being back to his old self. With the new medications Dad was able to perform just as good as before she informed me. It wasn’t something I wanted to hear, but her happiness was all that mattered to me. Besides, she could always come visit I told myself. As though she could read my mind, she reached over and gently rubbed my crotch.
“Don’t worry baby, I can take care of my men,” she said.
“If she can’t, I know someone who can,” Grandma said with a chuckle.
“Oh Mom, you’re incorrigible,” Mom laughed.
“Got that right sweetie,” Grandma shot back.
Dad’s footsteps let us know he was coming down; having been up there longer than I thought would have been necessary. Grandma excused herself, saying she forgot something in Marcy’s room and headed up the stairs. Mom said she would finish dinner and went into the kitchen. With the women busy Dad and I decided to have a couple more beers out front. A couple turned into a few and I was getting a nice buzz going.
“Dad?”
“Son?”
“I was just wondering why Aunt Marcy’s marriages didn’t last,” I said, and then added, “She is a sweet and beautiful woman after all.”
“Yeah, she is that,” he stated in a far off voice.
“Her first two husbands wanted kids, but Marcy got sick when she was very young and can’t have children. The dick she’s married to now hates kids,” he explained bitterly.
“Oh. Okay,” I said.
Late afternoon swiftly turned into evening when Mom called us into dinner. Going inside, we found all three women at the dinning table waiting for us. After washing up, we had a nice meal of pot roast with all the trimmings. Talk around the table was genial, everyone wanting to catch up with everyone else. When we were done we all pitched in and cleaned up. The women said they were going to change into something comfortable and left Dad and I in the front room watching TV, him on the couch and me in one of the armchairs. Mom returned first, dressed in her white lace-topped slip and sat next to Dad on the couch. The creaking of the stairs made us look as Grandma and Marcy came down them. Grandma had on a dark blue slip that covered her modestly, while Marcy wore a mid-thigh length black one. Nothing tantalizing was visible on any of them, but it didn’t stop me from imagining. Dad just smiled, as if this was an everyday occurrence around here.
“When in Rome, do as the Romans do,” Marcy offered as an explanation for dressing like Mom and Grandma.
Since they had gotten comfortable I decided to do the same. Rushing upstairs I pulled my pajama bottoms out of my suitcase. With just them and my t-shirt on I went back downstairs. When I returned all four of them were on the couch. Marcy was on the end closest to the TV with Dad sandwiched between her and Mom. Taking my seat in the armchair I became aware that I had a good view up all three slips. Mom noticed too, and without hesitation she opened her legs and flashed me a look at her pussy, before quickly closing them again. When Grandma smiled broadly and did the same, I knew they had planned this. My cock twitched and began to slowly swell.
As usual Dad was completely engrossed in his favorite comedy, oblivious to what was going on right next to him. Marcy was a different story however. Each time Mom or Grandma flashed me; Marcy would look over at them with a puzzled look on her face. It didn’t take long for her to figure out what was going on. I saw the flash of understanding cross her face as she glanced from them toward me. When her eyes landed on the tent in my pajama bottoms she blushed deeply, then glued her eyes to the TV without another glance in my direction. I continued to receive pussy flashes for another forty-five minutes, until Grandma said she was tired and headed up the stairs after saying good night to everyone. I did the same; only I gave Dad a pat on the shoulder and Mom a kiss on the cheek. Dad didn’t even turn in my direction, but Marcy took one long last look at my tent before I left.
When you open the door to the bedroom I was sharing, the first thing you see is the big bed. Grandma was on it with the blankets pulled up to her chin, her slip a crumpled heap on the floor. There was a soft yellow glow from the lamp on the nightstand casting enough light to see clearly, without being too bright. Closing the door behind me I walked to the side of the bed but was uncertain if I should get undressed or leave my pajamas on. Grandma answered that question by pushing the blankets down her naked body to her hips and turning her back to me.
“Spoon me boy,” she said, patting the bed near her back.
Naked I crawled in and scooted up against her back, putting my arm over her after pulling the blankets up. She lifted her top thigh enough for mister stiffy to snuggle into the warm cleft of her hairy pussy, before relaxing her leg and trapping him in her warmth.
“Like the way you did last night,” she whispered, and then pushed the blankets to one side of us. I guess she hadn’t been asleep last night after all.
Sliding down I held the shaft of my cock and began rubbing the head into what was already a very wet slit. Apparently all that teasing downstairs hadn’t just got me aroused. Pushing upwards my dick slid past the hairy outer lips and into Grandma’s snug tunnel. I continued to push until the whole seven inches of hard cock was buried, then slowly began to move in and out in short strokes. Wanting to use both hands on her I held her waist and rolled onto my back. She rolled with me until she was lying on top of me with her legs spread to the outside of mine, my cock still embedded in her cunt. It was not a position for deep penetration, so I settled into a short rocking of my hips, moving my rod in and out mere inches. Pinching her nipples with one hand I used the other to roll her big clit between my thumb and forefinger, alternating the tightness of my grip until it became fully erect.
Somehow we had not heard the door open but a soft moan drew our attention in that direction. Mom was leaning against the door jam. She had one hand rubbing her chest; the other one was under the hem of her slip as she watched our coupling with lust filled eyes. Stepping into the room she silently shut and locked the door, her eyes never wavering from where my dick pushed into her Mother. Moving Grandma’s legs wider apart Mom climbed on the foot of the bed over my legs and leaned forward. I let out a little gasp when I felt her tongue run up the underside of my cock. She went lower and licked my balls briefly before her hot tongue traveled up my shaft before she latched onto Grandma’s clit with her lips. Grandma’s hips started bucking wildly, her cunt spasmed around my cock forcefully as Mom continued her relentless attack on her engorged clit. I could feel my seed bubbling toward the tip of my dick when Grandma’s orgasm erupted. She thrashed about so violently my cock popped from her juicy hole and I had to cover her mouth with my hand so no one would hear her screams. Mom immediately covered the head of my cock with her mouth and rapidly stroking my shaft with her hand. She gagged a little as I shot a mass amount of spunk down her throat, but she did manage to swallow all of it.
I lay panting with Grandma’s trembling body still on top of me, the head of my shrinking cock nudged between her slick meaty cunt lips as Mom climb off the bed. She walked to the side of the bed, bent down and gave us both a kiss on the forehead.
“You kids try and get some sleep. Tomorrow might be an interesting day,” she said, then unlocked the door and disappeared.
As usual, I awoke to an empty bed. Half asleep I stumbled to the bathroom and opened the door, the major piss hard-on I was sporting screaming for me to relieve myself. Sitting on the toilet, the sound of her urine trickling into the bowl was Aunt Marcy, her wide eyes staring at my bobbing penis. All she had on was a pair of white cotton panties that were pulled down around her knees. The light brown areolas and pointy nipples sitting proudly on her remarkably firm breasts were crinkled and hard from the morning chill. Futilely I tried to cover myself, as I backed out of the room apologizing profusely. Her jaw hanging open as she sat there in stunned silence was the last sight I had of her before I shut the door. Forgetting about underwear I threw on some jeans and a t-shirt, bolted downstairs and straight out the front door. I still had to piss like a racehorsy. When I was a couple yards deep in the orchard I yanked what could no longer be called a piss hard-on out and watered at least three trees for the week.
Not wanting to return to the house but desperately needing my morning coffee, not to mention a pair of shoes, I reluctantly went back. Everyone was at the dinner table except Marcy, who I imagined was still sitting on the toilet too shocked to move yet. Fixing myself a cup I joined the group and half-heartedly tried to listen to their banter. My mind was definitely somewhere else. Twenty or so minutes later Marcy came down and joined our little gathering. She was wearing blue silk-like jogging shorts and an oversized blue tank top with large armholes that showed a good portion of the sides of her braless pale boobs.
“I’m so sorry Aunt Marcy. I should’ve knocked,” I apologized again.
“It’ okay. It was my fault really for not locking the door,” she said as she sat next to me.
When everyone gave us a quizzical look I explained what had happened without going into any details. Both Mom and Grandma found it funny and Dad just gave me a shit-eating grin. Even Aunt Marcy said it was kinda funny so I figured she wasn’t mad at me. After I finished a couple cups I went up and took a shower, changed back into what I had taken off and joined the group at the dinner table again. I was awake enough now to notice that Mom and Grandma had on drab looking brown housedresses that buttoned all the way down the front. Dad was wearing his usual work attire, jeans and snap-buttoned shirt with boots on his feet.
No one wanted breakfast so we just traded gossip for another hour, then Marcy said she wanted to walk around the place. Dad, all too eagerly I might add, volunteered to go with her. As soon as they were out the door Grandma went upstairs and came back down with a bulky cloth purse. Without asking if I wanted to go the two women shared a glance and went out the door too. With nothing to do I went and parked my ass on the porch, sipped more coffee and watched what little traffic zoomed by on the main road.
I had been sitting here for about thirty minutes when out of the corner of my eye I saw Dad and Marcy emerge from around the side of the maintenance shed. When they reached the house both gave me a cursory hello before going inside. A few minutes later Mom and Grandma came around the shed in the same place as the other two had, but instead of going inside they sat on the porch with me. Grandma reached into her bulky purse and pulled out a nice looking DVD camcorder, handed it to me and asked if I knew how to hook it to the TV. She told me that there were some cables and a remote control unit that had come with it, so I said sure I could hook it up. When she heard that Grandma went inside saying she would get the cables. Looking over at Mom I noticed she had a gleam in her eyes.
“What are you two up to,” I asked.
“Nothing sweetie, just thought we could watch a home movie is all,” she answered.
“Home movies huh?”
“Sure. I also thought it would be nice to have a barbecue today,” she continued.
“That actually sounds great Mom. Does Dad have any propane for the grill?”
“Come with me,” she instructed, taking my hand and leading me around the side of the house toward the backyard.
I use the term backyard loosely. Mainly the yard consisted of more bare dirt just like the rest of the farm. When we got there I was surprised to see a new rock walled barbecue pit and large wooden picnic table, complete with sturdy benches on both sides of it.
“Your Dad built the table and benches with wood from the old oak tree,” she said.
I told her he had done a fantastic job. The table had been sanded down to a very smooth finish and looked as if it had several layers of varnish covering it. Walking over to it I sat down; it felt like being with an old friend once more. Mom came up behind me and hugged me to her breast.
“I thought you would like it,” she whispered in my ear.
We sat out back for a while then went inside and told Aunt Marcy and Dad about the barbecue. Both loved the idea and I could tell Dad was especially happy about it since it gave him an excuse to suck down brews all afternoon. I helped him set up the pit and got it fired while the women prepared more food to go along with the chicken we would have. We also filled a couple coolers with ice and beer so we wouldn’t have to make trips back and forth to the shed.
With Dad working his magic at the pit I popped the top on some beers, handed him one then sat at the table. The women soon joined me, each grabbing a beer before sitting down with me between Mom and Grandma. Aunt Marcy sat sideways on the bench across from us with her elbow resting on the table, giving us a good view of the side of her pale tit. When she leaned just right we would get a flash of her perky nipple too. We stayed outside long after we ate, drinking and chatting as if we hadn’t seen each other for a long time. Dad and Marcy out drank the rest of us by quite a bit, their speech becoming more animated with the passing of time. I became a little worried when Mom and Grandma’s free hands began to rub my thighs up and down, sometimes all the way to my crotch. I was pretty sure with Dad sitting next to Aunt Marcy he couldn’t see anything, but that didn’t lessen my anxiety any. About four o’clock Mom asked if we wanted to watch a movie.
“What kind of movie,” Dad asked.
“A home movie. I’m sure you’ll like it,” Mom answered.
Dad and Marcy said that sounded like fun. With fresh beers all around, we piled back inside the house. While I set up the camera so it would play on the TV, Mom and Grandma closed all the curtains casting the front room into a slightly darker light. Grandma had Dad sit in the middle of the couch with Mom and Marcy at his sides; her and I sat in the armchairs across from them. After making sure everyone was ready Mom tuned the TV on then hit play on the camcorder’s remote. A menu appeared on the screen and Mom scrolled down to where it said play disc and pressed the button.
It was a few seconds before the image on the screen showed Dad and Aunt Marcy entering the bedroom upstairs. I could tell it was recorded at the time that Marcy had arrived because she was dressed in her white tank top and short shorts. Not knowing what was on the disc I stared wide-eyed as they reached the center of the room. Marcy turned around and Dad scooped her into his arms planting small kisses up and down her neck before locking his lips on hers. His hands cupped her firm ass and he ground his pelvis into hers, as their passionate kiss grew more intense.
“OH MY GOD!” Marcy shouted.
“What the FUCK is this,” Dad hollered, starting to stand before Mom placed a hand on him and told him to stay seated.
“I think I’m gonna be sick,” Marcy whimpered.
“You two just be still and enjoy the movie,” Grandma told them.
For some reason that seemed to take the wind out of their sails and they leaned back on the couch with horrified expressions on their faces as the scene played on. It showed Marcy reach down and stuffed her hand into Dad’s pants as we watched his fingers dig deeper into the cheeks of her butt. This went on for several minutes before they broke their embrace and started talking. Unfortunately there was no audio so we were left in the dark as to what they were saying.
“Shit. I forgot to turn on the mic,” Grandma uttered to herself.
Mom hit the pause button, then turned to look at the two mortified people next to her and bluntly asked, “So Marcy, how long have you and your brother been fucking each other?”
I was sure Aunt Marcy was going to faint. Her already pale complexion became a few shades paler as she sat there just stammering incoherent words. Dad didn’t move. He kept his gaze pointed at the floor and in a low voice spewed out apology after apology. Reaching over and pulling Dad to her, Mom told him she had known about it for a long time. Both Marcy and Dad looked at her dumfounded.
“I don’t know how you two got started, but I do know how some things can happen when you least expect it,” she said looking directly into my eyes.
“I’m sorry Doris. It started when we were young, just messing around and somehow it escalated into what we found to be a highly enjoyable pass time,” Dad tried to explain.
“We tried to stop but it just felt so right, even though it was incest. We’ve only done it a few times in the last couple of years,” Marcy pleaded.
“Calm down, I’m not mad at you two. If anything your love for each other has made my marriage stronger,” Mom told them.
“How is that possible,” Marcy whined.
“Tom could have cheated on me with anyone, but he didn’t. With you Marcy, it’s like I’m sharing my husband with a sister. One I also love,” Mom replied.
With tears streaming down her face Marcy said, “I don’t know what to say.”
“Don’t say anything. Let’s just watch the rest of the movie,” Mom told her.
“There’s more,” Dad groaned.
“The best is yet to come,” Grandma piped in as Mom hit the play button again.
The picture resumed with Marcy and Dad still talking for a short time before they both left the room. A minute later it showed Grandma enter and reach for the camera before the screen went blank. So that was what Grandma had left in the room I thought. Her and Mom must have set this whole thing up. I had to give them credit for being so devious. The screen came back to life showing Dad and Marcy as they headed deep into the orchard. Now I understood the drab brown housedresses Mom and Grandma still had on, they would have blended into the orchard quite nicely in those colors. My admiration for their sneakiness grew.
In the orchard Dad and Marcy stopped walking and turned to face each other. He stroked her hair while her hands went down and undid his pants. Slowly she sank to her knees and pulled his jeans down as she went. His hard manhood swung free and she wasted no time capturing the head of it in her mouth while she fondled his hefty ball sack with one of her hands. I was starting to feel like a pervert spying on my father while his sister slurped up his dong, at least until Marcy inhale the whole thing into her mouth. As hard as it was to take my eyes off the TV, I wanted even harder to see Marcy’s reaction to what we were watching.
“Is it getting hot in here,” Mom asked, hitting the pause button once more.
Stunned, we watched as both her and Grandma stood up and started unbuttoning their dresses slowly. When the last button was freed, they casually pushed the dresses from their shoulders letting them flutter to the floor. All three of us gasped in unison. Mom and Grandma stood in front of us in sheer white negligees that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Mom sat back down next to Dad, picked up his hand and placed it on her bare thigh, while Grandma slid in next to a startled Aunt Marcy. I just watched the whole thing in slack-jawed wonder, my cock making his presence known. The screen flickered again.
What I saw on the couch made me forget about the TV. Grandma had put one arm around Marcy’s shoulder and she had put her other hand through the arm opening of the oversized tank top. I could see her fingers pinching and pulling on Marcy’s nipple through the fabric. Unmoving, her hands in her lap, she watched herself suck Dad’s cock down her throat. Glancing over I saw that Mom had gotten Dad’s dick out and was gently tugging it up and down, while his middle finger massaged her clit between her spread legs. They too had their eyes fixated on the TV. The sound of breathing getting heavier was all I could hear in the room.
Grandma nodded her head at me like she wanted me to come over there. When I got there she told me to kneel in front of Marcy. As I did she pushed the tank top over Marcy’s tit, bent over enough to suck the nipple into her mouth and used her free hand to gently spread Marcy’s legs. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mom slide off the couch and kneel in front of Dad. Her mouth closed around his cock while she struggled and finally pulled his pants down to his ankles.
“Oh God Doris, that feels good,” he said, leaning his head against the back of the couch and closing his eyes.
Marcy shifted her focus from the TV to watch Mom suck on Dad’s tool. With a strange look on her face she placed a hand on Mom’s head and gently stroked her hair. Her other hand found Grandma’s naked thigh and began working its way up to her huge clit. Grandma increased the amount of tit she tried to suck into her mouth the closer Marcy’s hand got to her excited pussy. Everyone had forgotten the show on TV. I stood up and removed my clothes then grabbed the camera. I began recording the group action in front of me. First I filmed some close-ups of Mom swallowing Dad, then switched to Grandma arousing Aunt Marcy’s hard little nipple with her tongue. I was pretty sure I would be jacking off to this video for years to come.
When Marcy noticed me standing there she stretched her hand out and snared my rod in her fist. A dreamy look came into her eyes as she worked her hand up and down my throbbing shaft. Grandma slid off the couch, wiggled in-between Marcy’s legs and pulled one side of the jogging shorts over before plunging her tongue into her wet pink slit.
“UUUUGGGGHHHHHH…” Marcy moaned loudly when Grandma’s tongue landed on her wet folds.
I couldn’t take any more. Throwing caution to the wind, I dropped to my knees behind Mom’s sweet ass and gently worked my dick into her slippery cunt. She met my forward thrust with backward pushes of her own. The rocking of our movements caused Dad to lift his head and look down at us. Puzzlement filled his face when he saw me behind Mom. I had one hand on her bare hip, the other holding the camera as my steel hard pole burrowed deep into her juicy cunt. Mom pulled her lips from Dad’s dick and looked up at him.
“Remember Tom. What’s good for you is good for me,” she said, before resuming the blowjob she was giving him.
The pleasure she was giving him made it impossible for him to argue. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the couch. Between watching Mom sucking Dad’s cock, and the wet slurping sounds Grandma’s tongue was making on Marcy’s pussy I didn’t last long. My spunk shot out of me forcefully, splashing deep into Mom’s clinging cunt.
“OOOOHHHHH FUUUCCCCKKKK!!!” I cried loudly.
Spent, I pulled out and filmed my seed slowly drip from my Mother’s gapping hole. Mom ripped Dad’s shirt snaps open and practically dragged him off the couch and onto the floor. Moving toward Grandma so they had more room, I filmed Mom stand over Dad before quickly lowering herself onto his burgeoning pole. Her cum filled cunt sank down and easily engulfed all of his stiffness until her small round ass was sitting on his balls. The fact that my Father was getting sloppy seconds from his own son perversely excited the hell out of me for some unknown reason. Whatever the reason was didn’t matter; my cock lurched back to a full-blown woody as I watched my spooge leak out of Mom onto Dad’s hairy sack.
“Trade places with me boy,” I heard Grandma call out.
Gladly, I thought, as I replaced her between my Aunt’s trembling legs. Grandma took the camera from me and placed it near the TV at an angle that would capture all of us at the same time. She then went and stood over Dad’s face. His eyes grew large as he saw what was right above him.
“Ever see a clit this big Tom,” Grandma asked as she sat on his face.
“That’s beautiful Elsie,” came his muffled reply.
The sounds of wet squishy sex had Marcy and I staring with rapt attention as Mom bounced up and down on Dad’s dick, while Grandma assaulted his mouth with youthful vigor. Without taking her eyes off the action, Marcy lifted her legs together in the air and slipped the jogging shorts off. Turning I was greeted with the sight of a neatly trimmed firecrotch. When her top joined the shorts on the floor my hands automatically went to her firm round tits and began tweaking the already stiff nipples. She sank lower on the couch bringing her ass near the edge, with her long slender legs spread out on either side of my kneeling body.
“Fuck me Tommy. Fuck me right now,” Marcy implored me.
Her eyes were locked onto the threesome as I moved close enough to slide my mushroom head into her slick wet cleft. The red-haired covered puffy outer folds expanded around me as I slowly pushed my way into her scorching hot cunt. Her pussy tunnel massaged my hardness like a tight pair of gloves before opening up enough for my cock to fill her completely. Aunt Marcy was by far the tightest of the three women in this room. I found the grip she had on my cock was making it difficult for me to establish a rhythm of any kind. When she wrapped her legs high up on my back her pussy opened a little more, allowing me to start pumping in long deep strokes. My strokes stopped and I turned to watch as Grandma reached her peak.
“Yes…YES…YEEESSSSS!!” she screeched, furiously mashing her box on Dad’s red face.
As Marcy and I stared captivated by the sight, Mom increased her tempo and began to violently slam her pussy up and down on Dad’s rigid shaft. His balls tightened and soon semen spewed down his shaft and mingled with what was left of mine. Mom tensed briefly, then went into a frenzy of forward and backward movements until she shuddered and let out an ear-piercing scream.
“OOOOHHHHH TOMMMMMMM!!!”
Dad’s cries were muffled by Grandma’s quivering cunt as the last of her orgasm rocked her twitching body.
“My God. I’ve never seen anything so erotic in all my life,” Marcy said right before thrust her cunt harder on my raging prick.
Before I turned my attention back to my Aunt, I saw the three of them untangle and stare in my direction. Each had a look of satisfaction and amazement plastered on their faces.
“Fuck your Aunt son,” Dad encouraged me.
“Do it baby,” Mom added.
“Yeah Tommy, fuck me till I can’t walk,” Marcy joined in.
Grandma didn’t say anything. Instead she put her head in Dad’s lap and swiftly sucked his limp cock into her mouth while inserting two fingers deep into Mom’s cum drenched pussy. Spurred on by that I started slamming into my Aunt’s tight pink slit, bouncing my balls off her firm round ass with each stroke. Faster and faster I pistoned into her smoldering pussy, pushing her deeper and deeper into the cushions of the couch. Sweat began to drop off me as Marcy fought to keep up with the ruthless pounding I was inflicting on her. Her cunt milked my rod with an increasing tightness around my shaft and fluids flowed out in a wave as she bucked against me. The slickness eased the effort of penetrating into her steaming canal and I was moving in and out faster than I’ve ever done before.
“Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” she whimpered.
My balls were coated with her juices and made splashing noises as they slapped against the supple flesh of her butt. I could feel myself reaching the threshold of my own orgasm when her eyes rolled back into her head and she shuddered violently.
“I’M CUUUUUMMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!” she screamed, just as my balls emptied and saturated the inside of her pussy.
“FUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!!!” I groaned loudly, then fell onto Aunt Marcy’s heaving chest.
My groans of pleasure were followed by Dad’s softer ones as Grandma’s hummer worked it’s magic on his exploding dick. Mom’s moans of delight swiftly echoed Dad’s as she clamped her thighs tightly on Grandma’s hand, stopping the plunging fingers in their tracks.
“OH MY GOD,” they both uttered at the same time. Grandma was all smiles.
Reluctantly I backed my softening penis out of Marcy’s still tight pussy. A loud sucking sound filled the still air when the head freed itself from the tight confines of Aunt Marcy’s well-fucked cunt. Her fire-red pubic hair was matted and covered in the slime from our combined fluids, which was slowly dripping onto the floor in a small puddle.
“What do we do now,” Dad asked no one in particular, after we had rested for several long minutes.
“What do you mean,” Mom asked him.
“What I mean is, we’ve all crossed a line. A very taboo line. So my question is, where do we go from here?”
“I can’t speak for everyone. But as for myself, I like this new freedom to express my love with my family,” Aunt Marcy said.
“I do to Tom. And yes, we crossed a line. But if everyone agrees, I don’t see why we shouldn’t embrace our love for each other. Lord knows I’m tired of having to sneak around about it,” Mom said softly.
“You’re saying it wouldn’t get you mad if Marcy and I, or even Elsie if she wants, decided to have sex here in the house,” Dad asked uncertainly.
As an answer Mom crawled over to me and stuck her tongue down my throat while one hand fondled my worn out cock. Dad looked at each of us until we all agreed that we wanted to continue with what we started. Satisfied, he gazed at Grandma and told her he was in.
“And if you don’t mind Elsie, I’d sure like to eat that meaty pussy of yours again,” he added.
That brought the rest of us to tears from laughing so hard. Naked we headed out back and drank some more beer. After an hour or so of relaxing at the picnic table, talking candidly and drinking, Mom came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me. She whispered in my ear that I had been a bad boy for making Dad take messy seconds. When I asked how I could make up for it, she whispered that I should take sloppy thirds. With everyone watching she lay on top of the table length-ways, spread her legs wide and beckoned me to get between them. For the next thirty or so minutes I gently and lovingly made love to my Mother on my old friend. Everyone else lovingly touched and kissed us everywhere until we peaked and came together.
We spent the rest of that weekend having sex without any hang-ups. Sometimes it was one on one while the others watched with loving eyes, and sometimes in a group. Dad couldn’t get enough of sucking on Grandma’s huge clit, and Mom seemed to like helping Aunt Marcy and I fuck while she sat on my face. We all knew that life was never going to be the same anymore. We had one last group session before Dad drove Grandma to the airport for her plane ride home. Aunt Marcy said she was dumping Bill, and with Mom’s blessings, she was going to move to the farm. As for me, I packed my shit into my Buick Wildcat and headed back to my empty home. When the farm was a distant speck in the rearview mirror a question popped into my head. I wonder if Mom, Dad and Aunt Marcy would like to meet Mandy?