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 Hog Creek was a slow moving muddy river deep in the Ozarks.  Families lived
along the river in squalor, run down shacks and filthy out houses.  It was
known for the cheap liquor from home made stills and catfishing.  It was
also know for rumors of incest and drunkeness.

   Grace was a product of this enviroment.  She was 28 years old but looked
older.  Tall, slender and unkept.  She wore a dirty thin worn out dress,
barefoot and nothing underneith.  The few people who ventured down to Hog
Creek didn't care how she looked.  She had a small still out back and sold
her strong home made whisky to anyone who stopped by to buy cigarettes and
food for her and her 12 year old son Peter.

   In her sober moments she remembered her childhood.  A filthy one room
shack.  One soiled bed for her parents and her to try to sleep in the heat
of summer.  Helping her drunken mother to the outhouse to piss after little
Grace had pulled the one piece dress off over her head.  She still
remembered her mother sitting there pissing, legs spread and pulling her
unshaved cunt lips apart and telling little 10 year old Grace that men just
wanted to fuck and get sucked off to keep them happy.

   Many nights she woke up to the bed shaking as her nude father's hairy
balls slapped her mother's bare ass as he pounded her cunt.  He seemed to
take pleasure in fucking in front of Grace and winking at her as she
watched her mother suck him off.

   After her mother died when she was 11 years old Grace woke from sleep as
her drunken father rubbed his hard dripping cock over her lips.  He told
her it was now her duty to please and satisfy him.  She actually liked
sucking him off because she liked the taste of cock and feeling grown up,
like a wife.  After she had her first orgasm riding his cum pumping cock
she fucked him regularly and she liked the feeling but wished he wouldn't
drink so much because his cock would go soft and Grace liked it hard.

   Then, disaster.  She got pregnant and he blamed her and kicked her out.
Little Peter was born, a perfect boy child.  She would stand and gaze at
his perfect little body with a cigarette in one hand and a drink in the
other.  She was now drinking anything she could find.  The more she drank
the better and hornier she felt.

   One day after having a few drinks she wondered at what point he would
like his little prick sucked.  She remembered what her mother had told her,
sucking and fucking.  She bent over and slipped his little prick into her
mouth.  She loved the taste a feel and she knew he must like it too because
he got stiff.  She finger fucked herself to orgasm as she sucked his baby
prick.

   From that point on they slept nude and she dreamed of the day he would
fuck her.  He never wore diapers and many mornings her nude body and their
bed was wet with piss.  This turned her drunken mind on.  She would lay him
on his back in the dirty tub, squat over him and he would watch and giggle
as she released streams of her piss on him.

   By the time he was 12 years old she felt him poking her ass with his
stiff prick as he squeezed her small tits in her sleep.  She slept on her
side, her back to him.  Of course they slept nude and she loved waking up
this way.  She had sucked him each night before they slept and she felt an
intense love and bond with her boy.  She knew Peter loved her too because
his cock was getting big and very hard in her mouth and he had started to
cum with powerful orgasms, nearly choking her.

   She told him he was old enough to drink and smoke if he wanted to.  That
night they smoked cigarettes and drank.  She asked him not to drink too
much because it had made her daddy's cock go soft and she wanted him hard.
He got drunk with her, stayed hard and blew a huge load down her throat.

   In the middle of the night she once again felt his erection, slippery
with pre cum poking her ass crack.  She lifted her leg a little and his
cock slid right into his mother's very wet cunt.  Since this was his first
time he didn't last too long and emptied his large load into her.

   She turned around and held and kissed him.  She said she loved him and
asked if he liked fucking her.  He said he did and wanted more.  She said
one of her favorite things was to have her cunt licked after she was fucked
if he didn't mind putting his mouth to her sweaty fucked cum filled cunt.

   Grace was so turned on as he put her on her back and spread her legs and
buried his face in her hairy fucked cunt slit.  He was rock hard again as
she felt his tongue lick her leaking slit.  She exploded when his tongue
found her hard clit and he drank his own cum and her juices as she
orgasmed.

   After she finished she kissed him and tasted his cum and her cunt juices
all over his face.  She asked if he was ok and he said he loved the taste
of her fucked cunt.  She said some guys didn't like to taste cum but he
said if they bottled it he would drink it and laughed drunkenly.  She said
the only way to get more was to fuck her or suck cock.

   They had more drinks and he fucked her again.  This time much longer and
then ate her out again.  Grace said he was a wild fuck for a drunk 12 year
old.  He giggled and asked when did he get to suck cock.  She said he could
fuck or suck anything as long as he loved and fucked her.

   One damp drizzly morning Grace woke, still a little drunk and more than
a little fucked.  Her little boy had a cock that just wouldn't quit and he
had learned how to use it.  Her well fucked cunt was open and leaking as
she staggered out from the sweaty cum soaked sheets.  She needed a drink
and wondered where Peter was.

   She stepped on an empty whisky bottle and almost fell.  She couldn't
find a clean glass in the stinking pile of dirty dishes in the stained
sink. Fuck it, she thought.  That can wait and she drank right out of the
bottle and sat on the little front porch and lit a cigarette.

   Then she saw Peter, leaning into the window of a nice looking pickup
truck with a boat in the bed.  She couldn't tell who he was talking to. 
She thought he was selling some of their whiskey, that was the only reason
people ventured down there.  She saw that his dirty old pajama cut offs
were riding low on his thin hips and about to slide down exposing his bare
young ass crack.  That was all he was wearing and, in her fog, wondered if
he was still drunk.  She tried to think clearly about dressing him better
but who the fuck cares as long as they buy their whisky.

   A well dressed and good looking man stepped from the truck and watched
Peter as he ran up the muddy dirt path to the shack.  Peter's cock was
bouncing in his pj bottoms, riding low over his thin hips and his muddy
feet kept slipping in the mud.  He either didn't care or notice that his
prick was swelling as it rubbed on the material.

   Grace asked what the fuck the man wanted when he came up the porch. 
Peter said he had bought a bottle of whisky that he was sharing with him
but wanted Peter to show him a good catfishing hole.  The man would pay
them one hundred dollars for the boy's time.  He said the man was very nice
and he wanted to go with him.

   Grace said do whatever you want and gave Peter a big drink and a
cigarette.  Running back, Peter slipped and fell on his ass into the mud
and his stiff prick poked out of the p.j.s.  Peter said he was sorry and
put his prick back in.  The man smiled and told Peter not to worry about
it, they were both guys.  The man said his name was Paul.

   They left the truck there and slid the small boat into the slow moving
water.  Peter could smell Paul's boozy breath as the man whispered that he
didn't want to get his dress up clothes wet and muddy and wondered if Peter
would mind if he stripped down to his shorts.  Peter said no one was ever
around and his mother had gone back inside so undressing would be fine. 
Peter giggled and said if he took anything off he would be nude.  Paul just
smiled.

   The man took his clothes off, folded them neatly and put them in the
truck and turned around.  Peter's mouth nearly fell open, the man was
built. Tall, blond hair cut saggy, wide shoulders, narrow hips and muscular
legs.  Peter had never seen bikini briefs before or the outline of the
fantastic fat shaved cock that was almost visible through them.

   As the small boat floated away they shared the bottle and Peter tried to
find a cigarette.  The man lit a hand rolled cigarette.  He handed it to
Peter and told him to take a deep drag and hold it in his lungs.  They
passed it back and forth and Peter felt warm all over and everything was
funny.  He noticed that Paul had forgotten his fishing pole and they both
laughed.  Peter had an urge to "accidently" show his hardening cock to Paul
again but wasn't sure about doing that.

   Paul laughed and said the fish could go fuck themselves while they drank
and smoked his special cigarettes.  Paul leaned back and smiled at Peter.
His cock was swelling in his shear bikini.  Peter decided to sit next to
Paul and got up.  He had never felt this horny or excited about a man.  His
cock was hard and making a wet spot but he didn't care.  He was totally
fucked up.

   He flopped down next to Paul and he gave Peter another special cigarette
and they shared the bottle.  Paul put his arm around Peter and Peter said
he smelled nice and wished he was his father.  He said he had no father. 
Paul hugged Peter and said he had always wanted a son to love, do things
with and sleep with.  Paul kissed him on the head and Peter saw that Paul's
large leaking cock was straining in his wet bikini.  Paul asked about his
mother.

   Peter said he always slept nude with his mother.  He giggled drunkenly
and said she slept on her side facing away from him and didn't mind when
his hard cock poked her ass crack.  He said one night she lifted her leg a
little and his prick slid right into her wet cunt.  After he fucked her he
would eat her cunt and drink his cum.  He said now she sucked him off at
night so he could sleep and he fucked her in the morning before they got
drunk.  Paul said that was so fucking hot that it made him horny.

   Peter leaned back to take a drink and when he looked at Paul he saw that
he was nude and his shaved cock was huge, at least 8" long and wet with pre
cum as he squeezed the base.  Peter dropped his shorts and showed Paul his
own stiff boy prick.  Peter said he would love to see Paul fuck his mother
and then he could suck up Paul's cum load.

   Suddenly Paul's strong hands were on Peter's head and his fat cock was
fucking Peter's mouth.  It was like a big snake in his mouth and down his
throat.  Somehow he didn't gag.  Their eyes locked as Peter sucked his
first cock.  Peter reached around and grabbed Paul's muscular bare ass.  As
soon as he fucked his ass hole with his finger he was rewarded with Paul
saying he loved him and pumped streams of cum down his throat as he
climaxed.

   As they kissed Peter belched up some cum into Paul's mouth and they
laughed.  Paul said Peter was a fantastic cock sucker.  The boat was
rocking a bit as Peter stood and spread his legs and presented Paul with
his stiff prick.  Paul grabbed his bare ass and pulled his cock into his
mouth and started sucking.  Peter humped his mouth, eyes closed and blew a
huge cum load down Paul's throat.

   Grace saw the whole thing as she sat on a log and drank.  It was dark by
now and she knew the good looking man and her son couldn't see her.  She
bet they were so horny and drunk that they didn't know the boat was up
against the bank.  Her cunt was swollen and wet with lust as she saw her
little boy suck his first cock.  And, the good looking man's cock was
shaved and bigger than she had ever seen.  She wanted to try it.

   Paul heard Peter saw hello to his mother and about shit.  Caught sucking
off a little boy.  Not good.  She commanded him to get out of the boat and
talk to her.  She said she saw the whole cock sucking thing with her little
boy.  Paul looked down and his bare cock was limp with fright.  She stood
right in front and close to him.  He smelled her boozy breath.

   She rubbed down his muscular chest to his flat stomach and rubbed his
limp prick.  She said Peter had wanted to suck cock so that was no problem.
She said she had fucked all the local men, including her father and had
never seen a body like his.  She said if he fucked her proper like with his
big cock he could do whatever with her son.

   His cock grew in her hand as she gave him a disgusting boozy tongue
kiss. He said his name was Paul as he helped her to the shack with Peter
following behind.  At the steps Grace said she had to piss.  Paul and Peter
held her as she started to piss down her legs and then squatted and
finished, splattering mud on her bare feet.

   They got her dress off and lay her on her back.  She mumbled something
as she spread her piss covered legs and opened her hairy cunt slit with her
fingers.  She cried out with pleasure as Paul pounded his huge cock deep
into her depths and flooded her with cum and she passed out.

   Peter sucked her fucked cunt and then sucked Paul's slippery cock hard
again.  Peter grinned and said his mom was a skaggy fuck but now he and
Paul could be together.