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Breeding Season At The Rocking R Ranch (Version Alpha)
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

Diedre is trying to keep the ranch going while her 
husband is gone, and that means breeding the horses. 
She enlists her sister, nephew and son to help. For a 
bunch of amateurs they are amazingly successful. (Fm-
teen, inc, 1st, cheat, preg)

***

Author's Comment: This story is written in three 
versions. This is version Alpha. While there are 
similarities and shared text between the stories, they 
have been written to appeal to specific (different) 
tastes. All the versions are coded, but the main theme 
of each version is presented here to assist you in 
choosing which version you wish to read:

Version Alpha: Incest between the boys and their 
mothers.
Version Bravo: Incest between the boys and their 
sisters. Sex between in-laws.
Version Charley: More or less a free-for-all of incest 
between just about everybody, with a little husband 
sharing thrown in for spice.

Caution: This is not a story about bestiality, per se. 
However, since this is a story that involves horse 
breeding, there are elements of light bestiality which 
are necessary for the plot to develop. As a point of 
interest, the description of hand breeding is factual 
and was provided by a reader I'll just call Charles. 
His description of an event in his life led to this 
story.

***

CHAPTER ONE

Bobby turned his head for possibly the thousandth time 
and gazed out the window of the car as it sped through 
miles and miles of... miles and miles. He had grown 
bored with the flat topped little mountains and piles 
of house-sized boulders an hour ago. He and his mother, 
who was driving, had talked about anything and 
everything on the long trip, but they had been quiet 
for a while now, about talked out. Bobby, however, kept 
looking at her, because she was easy on the eyes.

He found it odd in a way that he thought his mother was 
sexy. Like any normal boy he had a few well-thumbed 
Playboys, some with a few pages stuck together, and he 
was quite familiar with Victoria's Secret catalogues 
and the like.

But his mother, with her long brown hair, and arching 
eyebrows, and baby blue eyes put most of those models 
to shame in his own mind. And her breasts...

Her breasts just about drove him crazy. They were big, 
and soft and she pressed them against him all the time. 
His mother was always hugging him and calling him her 
"little man". Like when he got home from school she'd 
say "How was my little man's day at school?" and hug 
him. And in the morning sometimes it was "How did my 
little man sleep?" followed by a hug. Most of the time 
all she had on in the mornings was a T shirt and 
panties. She got up and made breakfast for him and his 
dad and then got dressed later. She slept in that 
shirt. Once in a while she didn't have on panties under 
it. He had figured out those were the times when his 
dad and mom had sex the night before. And when she 
hugged him in the morning, those soft, warm breasts 
pressed into his chest and he could smell her... her... 
he could just smell "Mom". And mom smelled good.

Sometimes, when she got dressed, she didn't put on a 
bra. Bobby could always tell because her breasts sagged 
a little lower than when she had one on. And of course 
there were the nipples. He didn't know what they looked 
like - he'd have given a lot to find out - but they 
stuck out through her blouses. On days like today, when 
she was wearing a halter top, he got a double treat of 
being able to see all that lovely cleavage, as well as 
the bumps that were her nipples.

So Bobby watched his mother a lot on the trip. He'd had 
a hard-on for the last hundred miles. It didn't bother 
him though. He just pushed at it once in a while, which 
felt good, and looked forward to a nice beat off 
session when they got to his Aunt and Uncle's ranch 
later that day.

 He remembered the last few times they'd driven up 
there, but only parts of each visit. He remembered one 
time they'd gone when he was ten. He remembered that 
time because his Uncle Tom had taught him to shoot the 
.22 rifle. That was a high point of his life. Then 
they'd gone again when he was thirteen. He remembered 
that time because he got to ride the horses and...

He closed his eyes, remembering back to that night when 
he got back from a trail ride having to pee so bad that 
he was about to go in his pants. He was a city boy, 
though, and couldn't bring himself to just haul it out 
and let fly on the ground, like other men on the ranch 
did. So he had dashed for the bathroom, slamming 
through the closed door, pulling his zipper down. His 
cock was hard from holding it in and he pulled it 
through the open zipper just as he realized he wasn't 
alone in the bathroom. 

Aunt Dee was there. She had just stepped out of the 
shower and was reaching for a towel to dry off her 
dripping... naked... luscious... womanly... soft... 
pale body. 

He remembered how brown her nipples had looked, sitting 
on those compact firm looking breasts. He remembered 
her wide green eyes and the way her mouth went into an 
"o" as she looked at what was in his hand. He 
remembered his eyes dropping to where he expected to 
see golden hair, like the honey colored tresses on her 
head, and how there was nothing there but skin. And 
something else that hung down between her thighs. Pussy 
lips. At thirteen he knew what he was looking at, and 
if he hadn't had a piss boner he would have sprouted 
one immediately.

He couldn't remember the sobbing explanation he made, 
or what she'd said to him, exactly. All he remembered 
was being unable to get a stream of urine started 
because he was hard as a rock, and the pain in his 
bladder making him almost ill. Aunt Dee had wrapped a 
towel around her amazing body, kissed him on the cheek 
and said, "I'll just leave you alone to deal with 
your... problem." Then she'd kissed him on the cheek 
AGAIN, which did nothing whatsoever to soften the rock 
that was currently his prick. He DID remember he'd had 
to sit down, like a girl, to pee.

That was what he remembered about the last time they'd 
been to the ranch. Now he was seventeen, and a foot and 
a half taller, with broad swimmer's shoulders and curly 
dark hair. He glanced at his mother again. She was so 
different looking from her sister, Aunt Dee. 

Aunt Dee was blonde, and reminded him of some of the 
girls he loved to watch playing fast pitch softball. 
They were athletic and trim and tanned and just... 
healthy looking. Aunt Dee had smallish breasts, but her 
waist was very narrow and her hips swelled out into a 
pair of legs that were so long she ought to be six feet 
tall. But she wasn't. She was only about five feet 
eight. He remembered what Aunt Dee's naked breasts had 
looked like, all wet and glistening. Her nipples 
pointed up a little and had been sharp and long. He 
looked back at his mother's breasts. They looked 
bigger, rounder. He wondered if her nipples were pink 
or brown.

"Why are you looking at me so much?" asked his mother, 
turning her lovely head towards him.

He'd been caught and his mind searched frantically for 
something to say. Horrified, he heard his mouth spout 
"You're pretty."

His mother laughed. "Well, well, little man, you've got 
a silver tongue in that head of yours. Are you 
practicing for all those dates you have lined up?"

"I don't know," mumbled Bobby. He didn't know what else 
to say.

"Well thank you," said his mother. "A girl can't hear 
enough of that kind of talk, even if it is from her own 
son."

Two hours later they arrived at the big gate of the 
ranch. Bobby had always liked the gate, which had two 
tall poles on either side, with an arching metal sign 
between them. It had a big "R" on it with what Bobby 
had thought was a smile underneath when he was little. 
He always smiled when he went under that arch, like the 
smile under the R, because that meant he'd get to see 
his beautiful aunt. 

They turned up the long, straight dusty road that led 
from the blacktop to the house, with its attending 
barns, sheds and trees. The house was set back into a 
hillside that was covered with trees, and looked cool 
and inviting after all the dust and barren looking 
wastes they'd driven through. Everyone was ready to be 
out of the car, so they could stretch and ease tight 
muscles. 

Bobby stared toward the porch. There was a woman 
waiting for them. It was his Aunt Dee. She was tanned 
and muscular from all the riding she did. She had on a 
worn baseball cap that had a National Rifle Association 
emblem on it. Her usual pony tail hung through the back 
of the cap and dangled almost to her waist. 

Bobby sighed. She was the kind of woman who, when she 
walked in a room, got the attention of the men... and 
probably some of the women too, if they swung that way. 
She was just a ball of walking, talking sex. And the 
funny part was that she didn't seem to have any idea 
what effect she had on men OR women. She had a big grin 
on her face. He knew she'd hug him too, and ever since 
seeing her naked that time, just thinking about her 
caused him to get a boner. Since he already had one, it 
would only make it bigger and he was afraid she'd feel 
it.

"I'll get the suitcases mom," he said. She punched the 
button that made the trunk open and he went straight 
there. He got two of the four suitcases out and carried 
them in front of his lump.

Bobby watched his mom greet her sister. They hugged, 
and suddenly Bobby wondered what it felt like to a girl 
to have another pair of breasts pressed against her 
own. He began to wonder if there was something wrong 
with him. All he thought about any more was sex.

If he thought his aunt would go inside, leaving him to 
ferry things in and let his erection go down, he was 
mistaken. Diedre stood, hands on hips, one leg cocked, 
with the toe pointing out.

"You can carry that stuff in later. I need HUGS here!" 
she demanded.

Bobby tried to get away with just leaning in for a 
kiss, but Dee took the suitcases from his hands and set 
them down beside him. In the process her face was about 
a foot from the obvious and pronounced lump at his 
groin. She looked straight at it and raised an eyebrow 
as she stood up. She looked up at Bobby's face and then 
pressed her hard womanly body against him and kissed 
him soundly on the lips. "My, my, have YOU ever grown 
up!" she said, grinning. Then she dropped her arms and 
turned to her sister.

"What have you been feeding this boy? He's almost as 
tall as Chance!" Chance was her son, and he was 
nineteen. Chance was going to college to learn business 
so he could run the ranch some day.

"He about eats us out of house and home," said Cathy 
wryly. 

"Well, he's going to make some girl awfully happy some 
day and I bet it's pretty soon," said Dee. Come on 
inside and get something to drink. Chance isn't home 
yet. I begged him to come and I'm so thankful that you 
and Bobby could come too. With Tom gone there's no way 
I could get through breeding season alone and that's 
where we get most of our income.

Then, instead of going in, Dee went to the trunk of the 
car and got out more of the belongings they'd brought 
keep them going for the two months they planned on 
staying.

Bobby had gotten to read the letter from his Aunt that 
had arrived several months ago. Uncle Tom had been 
elected as State Representative for the Wyoming 
District at Large, and was going to have to spend a lot 
of time in Washington D.C. The biggest problem with 
that was that he'd be gone during the time of year they 
bred most of their prize horses. The ranch raised prize 
winning Quarter horses and Arabians, and people brought 
horses for hundreds, even thousands of miles to have 
them bred to the studs on the Brooks ranch.

They also had cattle and some goats, but those were 
mostly for feeding the family and trading to Mexican 
migrant workers, who loved to eat goat more than any 
other kind of meat. 

In their valley hideaway, surrounded by high hills and 
part of the Rockies, they had all kinds of weather and 
were able to raise crops as well as animals. Hired help 
dealt with all the crops and stock, except the horses. 
With very few exceptions, only the Brooks family 
handled them. And, with Chance, doing an internship 
between terms at school, and Tom off in Washington, 
that only left Dee, and the operation needed more than 
just her. So the Tanner family was invited to come and 
spend two months, to help during breeding season. 

Rudy ran his own business, but couldn't take that much 
time off. He could maybe visit once in a while and help 
out for a few days, but that was all. Cathy had decided 
to go and asked Bobby to go with her, since it would be 
nice to have a man around for the heavy work, if there 
was any. Bobby, not excited about spending the summer 
with nothing to do, agreed, and now, here they were.

The rest of the day and that night they sat around 
catching up on years gone by. Dee took Bobby and his 
mother on a tour of the immediate environs, showing 
them the stalls, where the milk cow was kept, the 
breeding pens, hay and alfalfa storage areas, oat bins 
and so on. 

Bobby couldn't keep his eyes off his beautiful aunt. 
She was wearing a man's short sleeve shirt with the top 
three buttons undone and the tails tied below her 
breasts. Her midriff was bare above pale blue jeans 
that were so worn they looked like they might actually 
fall to pieces at any second. She had pointy-toed worn 
cowboy boots on and she just looked... delicious. And 
then there was his mother too, who bent over looking at 
things. That caused her breasts to hang in that halter 
top and he could see clear to the bottom of her 
cleavage.

All in all, Bobby was getting eye strain from watching 
the two gorgeous women. He had changed into jeans, 
primarily because he could put his cock down the leg of 
those and it was under better control. It was 
uncomfortable, though, when it tried to stiffen, which 
it did all through the tour. He was looking forward to 
being alone in bed so he could jack his prick until it 
spurted all his growing lust out into a tissue or 
something.

He was disconcerted when during dinner, his Aunt 
apologized and said, "Bobby, honey, I didn't have time 
to clean out Chance's old bedroom. It's just chock full 
of junk, so You'll have to sleep on the couch for 
tonight. Maybe tomorrow we can clear out enough stuff 
that you can sleep in his room tomorrow night. He's 
coming back tomorrow some time, and we'll have to put 
you two together. I hope that's OK."

Bobby's face fell. He couldn't beat off on the couch. 
The hallway to his aunt's bedroom looked right at the 
couch, and if either his aunt or his mother came out to 
go to the bathroom they'd be able to see him. The look 
on Bobby's face as he realized he would NOT be able to 
release the pain in his scrotum must have been 
something to see. His Aunt sighed. "I'm really sorry 
Bobby. Honest, I just didn't have a chance. We'll make 
that the first thing we do tomorrow, OK? It won't be so 
bad, I promise."

And so it was that, when Bobby went to bed that night, 
he lay down on the couch. His mother came to kiss him 
good night and she had changed into her T shirt. Her 
nipples were prominent and as she bent over he could 
see down the neck of the shirt. He saw the insides of 
her hanging breasts and past them to her panties. 

Then it was his aunt, who wore a frilly panty and bra 
set with a diaphanous robe over it. She was just 
gorgeous and she kissed him on the lips. Then she 
whispered, "I shower in the morning, so you might want 
to knock before you come in there to... you know." She 
grinned, not realizing she had brought the incident 
back into his mind.

As soon as the bedroom door closed Bobby got up and 
went to the bathroom, where, as he beat his meat 
furiously, he tried to hit the water in the stool. He 
missed with four strong spurts of his teenage spooge as 
it blasted out of the tip of his prick, and he had to 
use a handful of toilet paper to clean things up.

The next morning at breakfast Dee explained that the 
breeding operations took two persons. Once Chance got 
home they could go in shifts, to spread the work out.

"So it's hard work?" asked Cathy.

"Well, not exactly," explained Dee. It's just that Tom 
always worked under the stallion before, but I know 
what he had to do and the thought of that... well, I 
have a feeling that whoever is under there will want a 
break now and then."

"I don't understand," said Cathy.

"Well, see it's like this," said Dee. "We don't want 
any stray bacteria from the stallion's penis getting 
into the mare, so we have to wash the penis with a 
solution that gets rid of it. But that solution is also 
a spermacide, so we have to leave as little of it on 
the penis as possible. It sort of involves... well... I 
guess some people might call it masturbating the 
stallion."

Cathy's eyes were bit. "Oh... you have to actually... 
touch the penis?" 

"Yes," said Dee. She looked at Bobby. "You think you 
could do that?"

Bobby felt a lump in his throat. Teenage boys just 
didn't give serious thought to handling a penis, horse 
or any other kind. "Not me," he said, holding up his 
hands.

Dee sighed. That's always been Chance's attitude too. 
Tom would do it, but he's not here. And that leaves 
just us women. How about you Cathy, could you do that?"

Cathy's eyes were a little unfocused. She didn't know 
exactly how big a horse penis might be, but she knew it 
would be bigger than Tom's, and she just loved playing 
with his. The question got into her brain finally and 
she shook her head. 

"Sure! I mean how hard could it be?"

"I'll help. We'll get through it just fine." Said Dee. 
She turned back to Bobby. "That means you have to be 
the hostler. Can you do THAT?"

Bobby's pride was stung. "I guess so," said Bobby, 
actually thrilled at the idea of working with horses. 
"What would I have to do?"

"Well, you'd be going to get the horses out of their 
stalls and bringing them to the breeding pen. Then 
there are some things that need to be done before we 
let them get together. After they breed, then you'll 
help take them back to their stalls. Sometimes the 
stallions get a little frisky when they smell the 
mares, but I think you can handle it. You're a 
strapping young man. I can't believe how much you've 
grown since you were here last."

"Sure, I guess I can do that," he said.

"OK then, that will be your job. I used to help Tom, 
and once you get the hang of it, it'll be easy."

After breakfast Dee took Cathy and Bobby to the barns. 
Mares had their own barn, as did the males. She showed 
them the lists that had been prepared, showing which 
stallions would be mated to each mare. There were both 
names and numbers on the list and she showed them how 
the stalls were numbered. She had already put the 
horses in their assigned stalls that would be processed 
that day.

Bobby's part of the operation was a no-brainer, really. 
All he had to do was control horses of one sex or 
another, and there were tricks he could use that helped 
him do his job. Like covering the eyes of the stallion 
so he couldn't see anything. He could still smell the 
mare, and that excited him, but he didn't know where to 
try to get to, so he just stood there... horny, so to 
speak. 

They brought in the first mare they were going to breed 
and hobbled her, putting her in a chute that surrounded 
the front two thirds of her body. That left her 
hindquarters exposed. Then Bobby brought in one of the 
three stallions Dee had chosen to breed this particular 
mare and held his head while Aunt Dee 'prepped' him to 
show Cathy how it was done. 

There was a little three legged stool that was usually 
used for milking the cow, and a bucket with a mild 
disinfectant in it, mixed in water. Dee sat on the 
stool and put the bucket under the stallion's penis. 

The stallion, having already smelled the mare was ready 
to go. Guys are like that. When we think about sex 
we're... just ready to go. So his penis was erect and 
extending from its sheath a foot and a half or so. The 
skin of a horse's penis has pigment in it just like the 
skin under his hair, so a penis could be all one color, 
or mottled. According to Dee they felt like velvet and 
were hard as a rock. 

Dee explained the process further as she prepped the 
first stud. 

"Thoroughbreds are valuable animals, and people bring 
their prize mares from all over to get them bred to one 
of the Brooks studs. They expect to get a pregnant mare 
back, with no side effects from the breeding. Here at 
the ranch we prefer to do what is called "Hand 
Breeding", which gives us more control over the 
process. We could just put them in a pen and let them 
do what comes naturally, but there's more room for 
error or injury. And when we prep the stud, it helps 
make sure he's fully erect and ready to go. With the 
mare's movements limited, she can't really get away 
from him. It just goes smoother." 

Watching his aunt prep the stallion was... well, he 
really didn't know the word for what it was. If he'd 
have had to describe it so someone (and he would have 
to... many times in the years to come) he'd have just 
told you what she did and you could imagine it. 

She reached out with one hand and grasped the penis. 
Then, with the other hand she got the rag from the 
bucket and used it to get the penis nice and wet with 
the sterilizing solution. Then she closed both hands 
around the penis at the back, by the balls, and sort of 
squee-geed off the excess fluid. The hands, circled 
around the erect penis, make a perfect squeegee. That 
caused the fluid to fall back into the bucket. That 
squeegee/stroking action also had the effect of making 
sure the stallion was completely hard, so when he 
mounted the mare everything went well.

But it also made it look a little like the horse was 
cumming in the bucket.

So, all things considered, Bobby watched his aunt 
jacking off the stallion.

Cathy watched too, her mouth open. She'd expected the 
horse cock to be big, but she hadn't expected it to be 
a foot and a half long, and as big around as her wrist. 
Dee was talking and... masturbating... the horse at the 
same time, and she was breathing hard. Cathy had a 
pretty good idea that her shortness of breath wasn't 
from the talking.

Oh sure, it only took one swipe from the base to the 
tip to effectively get all the extra disinfectant off 
the stallion's penis. It was obvious that Dee liked the 
feel of that silky smooth thing in her hands, because 
she gave it a few extra strokes before standing back 
and telling Bobby to lead him over to the mare's 
hindquarters. 

He did, and then he stood back and watched nature take 
its course.

Have you ever watched horses mating? It's something 
you'll never forget. That huge muscular male jumps with 
his front legs like he doesn't weigh a thing, and 
cozies up to the mare's rear. If she's ready, she moves 
her tail and, just like that, two FEET of hard cock 
slide into her. A couple of three humps and it's over. 
Talk about your premature ejaculation. A horse could 
never satisfy a woman, because he'd never last long 
enough. 

But it's an awfully erotic thing to watch.

Both Cathy and Dee were breathing hard when the 
stallion hopped back down, his penis drooping almost to 
the dust. It was dripping too, and it obviously wasn't 
the sterilizing solution this time.

Cathy moaned. "I'm not sure I can do that," she said 
breathlessly.

"Sure you can." said Dee, just as breathlessly. "Bobby, 
take the stud back to his stall and get the next one. 
I'll get the mare. That left Cathy to gather her 
thoughts and get ready for her first try at prepping a 
stud.

Bobby brought in a huge roan stallion. Dee had already 
brought in the next mare and had her hobbled and in the 
chute. The stallion pranced as he smelled the mare's 
heat.

"Hold him tight," warned Dee. "OK, Cathy, give it a 
try."

Bobby watched as his mom sat down on the stool. She was 
wearing another halter top, and as she leaned forward 
most of her breasts were exposed to his hungry eyes. He 
saw her reach under the horse and heard her intake of 
breath.

"It's so HARD!" she squealed. 

"They can sense your excitement, especially if you talk 
loud," warned Dee. Her hands twitched as she saw her 
sister begin stroking the big stud's penis. This one 
was all of two feet long.

"Ohhhhh," moaned Cathy as her hands played along the 
hard length of the satiny penis. 

"OK, stop now." said Dee. "You're done Cathy... you 
have to stop or he'll..."

"What?" came Cathy's dreamy voice.

"He'll cum Cathy... right in your hands," said Dee 
softly.

Cathy gasped and stumbled to her feet, backing up. 
Bobby led the stallion to the mare and soon those two 
feet of hard cock were buried in horse pussy. The 
stallion snorted as he bucked into the mare and she 
whinnied. Just as suddenly he was down. But he hadn't 
finished in the mare. His cock dribbled a cup or more 
of a mostly clear looking fluid, as if he were pissing 
into the dirt.

"Ohhh fuck!" exclaimed Cathy. She was panting now. 
Nobody thought to correct her language.

Dee did the next stallion, and when she stepped back 
her eyes had a glazed kind of look in them. 

It was then that the bell on the side of the barn began 
ringing. It was hooked to the phone in the house. Dee 
said she'd be right back and ran for the house, leaving 
Bobby and his mother to put away the last two horses 
and bring in the next pair.

They started on the next pair.

It was hot, and Cathy was sweating freely. Her light 
halter top was a kind of ivory color, and was so soaked 
that it was translucent. When she stood up to let the 
stallion mount mare number four, Bobby got an eyeful of 
her dark nipples through the shirt. His prick bloomed 
into erection. It was painful because his jeans didn't 
give it any room to move. It just balled up under the 
cloth and made it look like he had some horrible growth 
on the front of his crotch or something.

He was staring at his mother's luscious tits, and 
licking his lips when he glanced up and saw her 
watching him... watching her. 

Bobby brought in the fifth stallion, a big quarter 
horse that was restive and excited even before Bobby 
brought him into the breeding pen. He had to cover the 
big horse's eyes to calm him down. Bobby held his head 
as Cathy got under him and started in. 

Cathy was breathing fast, like she'd just run somewhere 
or something, and this time her hands just kept moving 
along that stallion's long hard penis. Her breathing 
got ragged. She was really squeezing that thing too, 
and the horse started to dance a little. She seemed to 
be in a kind of dream-like state, unaware of what was 
going on around her. Bobby had visions of her being 
stomped and was about to yell at her when, all of a 
sudden, there was this fire-hose kind of event from 
under the horse. She'd jerked that eighteen inch prick 
one too many times, and it was pointed right at her 
when it went off.

One thing Bobby learned that day was that horses 
produce a lot of semen when they ejaculate. 

Now the term "a lot" is relative in many ways. "A lot" 
of clothing might be the three shirts you wear, one on 
top of the other, in the winter time to keep warm. 
That's "a lot" of clothing. And if you sat down to a 
chicken dinner and somebody served you a whole chicken, 
that's "a lot" of chicken. And a virile man might 
produce "a lot" of semen when he ejaculates, and that 
might be three quarters of an ounce. In the real world, 
that's "a lot" of semen. 

Human semen, anyway.

Horses produce amounts of semen that are proportionally 
larger than their penises are to human penises. To 
follow the same analogies, if horse semen were 
clothing, you'd be so warmly dressed you wouldn't be 
able to move. And if it were chicken... Well, it 
wouldn't even BE chicken. We're talking more like 
Ostrich. That's why Bobby thought of it as a "fire-
hose" type of event.

She got hit so hard she leaned back on that little 
three legged stool, and horse goo splashed just every-
fucking-where. I mean it was like there was somebody 
under there with one of those 'Super-Jumbo-two-gallon-
backpack-mounted-summertime-for use only in the pool-
squirt-cannons' and they had just water-cannoned her 
but good. She was soaked. It hit her right about at the 
top button of where her blouse would be, if she was 
wearing a blouse. Instead it landed right in the 
cleavage of her breasts, where her halter top cut low. 
That cleavage directed a lot of it up, and it got her 
face, her hair, her halter top, her arms and the legs 
of Bobby's jeans just soaked.

She spluttered and her arms waved and she fell 
backwards off the stool onto the hay, like she was 
having a seizure or something and the horse - and Bobby 
would swear to his dying day this was true - the horse 
let out a big long sigh, stepped left and relaxed all 
of a sudden. It was a good thing Cathy had fallen, 
because the horse stepped right where she would have 
been. Now she was, more or less, under the horse.

Then round two rocketed out. It sort of drifted on the 
wind for a split second, a long thumb-thick line of 
mostly clear looking fluid that hung, suspended above 
his mother, who was lying on her back on the hay, her 
jeans-clad legs spread and up off the ground, like she 
was waiting for her lover but had forgotten to take off 
her pants.

Then it descended and the crotch of those jeans turned 
dark as they were soaked too. In a line from crotch to 
chin that second shot splashed on her already sopping 
body.

It was eerily quiet. Cathy went as limp as a sock full 
of marbles. Bobby looked down at his semen-splattered 
legs. He pushed the stallion to one side and bent over 
his mother to see if she was OK - you know, breathing 
and stuff. Her eyes opened and she looked at him, 
upside down. 

Then, in the most normal voice you could even imagine, 
she said "Bobby honey, I need a shower."

"Are you OK?" Bobby asked.

"You need a shower," she said, still looking at him 
upside down.

"Mom?" he said, trying to get her to respond to him. 

"I need a shower," she added, repeating herself. 

She sat up with his help and looked around, sort of 
dazed. "We need a shower," she said. "There's a shower 
in the bunkhouse." 

Bobby helped her stand up and she took his hand and 
pulled him toward the bunkhouse, which was closer than 
the big house. There wasn't anybody in there, but even 
if there had been it probably wouldn't have made any 
difference. She pulled him to the shower room, which 
was a big tiled room with three shower heads sprouting 
from the walls, and started taking her soaked clothes 
off. First the tennis shoes she usually ran in, and 
then she got her halter top off, baring the most 
gorgeous set of tits he had ever seen, Playboy 
included, and turned on one of the showers. Then she 
pushed her jeans and panties down and stepped out of 
them.

Like it was the most normal thing in the world, his 
Mother turned to him. She didn't tell him to get 
undressed. He was just standing there, his hands 
hanging limply at his side. In fact all of him was 
feeling a little limp. 

Well, almost all of him. There was one part of him that 
was as far from limp as it's possible to get. If you 
had looked in the dictionary to see the definition of 
the opposite of 'limp' there would have been a picture 
of his penis there as a visual aid.

Cathy undressed her son as she had when he was a little 
boy, taking his shirt off first. Her hands flitted 
across his muscular chest and she hummed. Then she 
knelt and unbuckled his belt, her face only inches from 
the lump that would soon be exposed if she continued to 
undress her 'little man'.

When she jerked his jeans down and the visual aid 
sprang forth like some too-perky cheerleader, she 
stopped everything and stared at it and said, "Mmmmm... 
Ahhhh!" 

Bobby was a big boy. He stood at six feet and an inch, 
and he swam a lot, so he was sort of wedge shaped, with 
wide shoulders and slim hips. He'd never measured his 
cock, mostly because he knew he'd feel stupid trying to 
do that. Besides, who do you tell once you've done 
that? It's not like you bounce into the kitchen while 
your Mom is fixing dinner and announce, "Guess what? My 
prick is seven and five sixteenths inches long! Aren't 
you proud of me?" 

And you wouldn't tell your friends either. They'd laugh 
at you, for one thing, and then claim they were an inch 
longer, whether it was true or not.

But Cathy had seen a couple of these things before, and 
she recognized a dyed-in-the-wool-MAN-sized phallus 
when she saw one. And she was looking at one that was 
bigger than any other she'd seen... on a man, anyway. 
That this man-sized prick belonged to her own son 
didn't seem to penetrate her lust-fogged mind.

She kept trying to get his jeans off over his tennis 
shoes, but that wasn't working and she apparently got 
frustrated because she shouted "Get the damn things 
OFF!". Bobby kicked off the shoes without untying them 
and then tugged the wet jeans off. His socks were wet 
from the water running along the floor toward the 
drain. 

So there he was, standing there, naked, with soggy 
white socks on, and his thoroughly wet but 
astonishingly beautiful mother was standing about the 
length of a horse penis away from him, also totally 
naked. 

She stared at him, wild eyed for a few seconds, and 
then tugged him toward the flowing water. She grabbed a 
bar of soap and pressed it to his chest, rubbing it in 
a circle over his hard pecks. She was humming again. 
Her hair was wet now, and it hung down in strings 
across her face. Bobby reached up and pushed her wet 
hair off of her cheek, and her blue eyes looked up into 
his. 

"I have to wash you," she said, panting. "I got stuff 
on you."

"Mom..." said Bobby. He wasn't thinking too clearly 
either. He'd wanted to see her breasts naked for years, 
and there they were, just inches from him. Her nipples 
were dark brown, set on lighter areolas and they were 
as big as his little fingertip. They were also standing 
at attention like an honor guard Marine. 

Cathy ignored him, and washed lower and lower, sinking 
slowly down to her knees. She stared at his erect 
prick. It was pointing up, like an anti-aircraft gun 
looking for a target. Her soapy hands slid closer and 
closer until suddenly, she was... prepping her own son. 
She heard him groan as the ecstasy of what she was 
doing flooded his brain and he unconsciously arched his 
back, shoving his prick closer to his mother's face. 
She whimpered as she stroked him.

"So long," she whispered. "So hard."

"I have to sit down," he gasped. "I'm going to fall 
down." His knees sagged as he said it. 

Cathy helped him to his own knees and then he sat, his 
legs straight out, as the water cascaded over his head 
and shoulders. In a daze Cathy pushed him backwards 
until he was lying on the cold tile. She stared at his 
clean, wet prick and licked her lips. She knew she 
shouldn't, but she couldn't control herself. Before 
Bobby could get his eyes cleared of water, his mother 
had scrambled over him, squatting until her pussy was 
right over his cock. She leaned over and fisted it one 
more time, notched it in her pussy, and sank down, 
filling her pussy with her little man's cock.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh," she groaned as the end of his prick 
kissed her cervix.

"Maaaaaaaaa," groaned Bobby, as his cock was enveloped 
in hot slippery pussy.

Bobby, despite all the lies he told his friends, had 
never actually done this before. He really didn't know 
what to expect. Even so, he was surprised. All he felt 
was heat. She was so slick that there was almost no 
friction. Then he felt the tip of his cock plunge into 
something rubbery and her hands came down on his chest. 
Her hips slid toward his face, and then reversed 
themselves with alarming violence, sliding back toward 
his feet. 

Again he felt the tip of his cock dig into something 
spongy and she wailed, howling like a cat in heat. Her 
hips were jerking so hard that her breasts were 
flopping up and down, in opposite to each other. Bobby 
watched in awe as her left one went up, while the right 
one went down. Then they reversed. He put his hands up 
to stop them, because it looked like it had to hurt.

"Yes! Squeeze my titties," she cried, and he mauled 
them, pushing them this way and that and squeezing them 
together. Then she leaned forward and her oily clit 
rubbed up and down his stomach. Now her breasts were 
rubbing all over his face and her mouth was right by 
his ear and she was gasping, "so close... so close... 
awwwww so close."

She leaned back a little and through wet hair she 
looked at him. It was her face, but when Bobby looked 
at it she seemed... not quite there, like some 
alternate personality had taken over her body. There 
was a hunger in her blue eyes that he'd never forget. 

Then she kissed him and he thought he might just faint 
from the pleasure of it. It snapped something inside of 
him and he felt his balls ache as they powered his 
teenage spunk into his prick. It swelled with its heavy 
load and his cock spat a long thick string of cum into 
his mother's pussy.

She felt it and screamed, "YES!" She strained to slide 
toward his feet, and his cock burrowed into that 
rubbery spot again. He felt something open for him and 
it sort of slid all around the tip of his dick, like 
two lips kissing it.

That was just in time for his next three ropes of sperm 
to rocket out of his cock and directly into his 
mother's fertile womb. She used a diaphragm at home, 
but since Rudy wasn't going to be here... well it was 
in her suitcase... where it wouldn't do her any good at 
all. 

She didn't care. Like the mares she had seen being 
fucked, she wanted only to mate, and this was the stud 
she'd been partnered with. She welcomed that slippery 
thick heat into her body with an orgasm of her own that 
locked her jaw and made her hands slide up her son's 
chest and to the floor as she fell helplessly on top of 
him. Her breasts squashed as she lay on top of her son, 
while his cock kept spitting shots of active, healthy 
sperm into her womb.

They lay there together, limp, the warm water still 
raining down on them. Cathy didn't want to move, but 
the civilized part of her brain knew that her sister 
would come looking for them. She couldn't be found like 
this.

"Oh Bobby," she said sadly as she began to push herself 
up.

His hands caught her face and pulled it to his and he 
kissed her deeply and hungrily, as a lover does. She 
almost fell back into the control of her lust at that 
kiss, wanted to suck his cock back to hardness so she 
could feel it going off in her pussy again. But she 
found some self discipline from somewhere and pushed 
herself up.

"Oh Bobby," she said again. "I'm so sorry baby."

"I'm not," he said more or less firmly.

"But we shouldn't have done that," she complained. She 
almost laughed. His cock was still inside her, still 
half hard.

"I'm glad we did," he said. "I love you, Mother." He 
said it as if there were nothing wrong with loving his 
mother... as a lover. Her heart strings twanged and she 
smiled.

"I know. And I love you too. But we aren't supposed to 
love each other THIS much. Your aunt will come looking 
for us soon. Do you want her to find us like this?"

That mind picture, in Bobby's brain, involved Dee 
finding them... and joining them... getting naked 
and... all the rest. His cock twitched in his mother's 
pussy.

Cathy's eyes got round as she felt that. "Men!" she 
huffed. "They're all the same!" But she leaned over and 
kissed him gently. "You might like that, but I 
wouldn't. We've got to get dressed. Come on."

Their clothes were soaked, but that's all they had. And 
they had no choice but to put them back on. At least 
the horse semen had been washed out of them. They were 
walking toward the door of the bunkhouse when Dee 
opened it, calling for them.

"I've been looking EVERYWHERE for you two! What in the 
WORLD are you two doing?" she sounded exasperated.

"We had an... accident," said Cathy.

"A horse spunked my mother," said Bobby.

"And it got all over Bobby too," said Cathy, blushing 
red. "And we had to get it off, so I just brought him 
here. I remembered the shower from when you showed us 
around."

Dee looked at them narrowly. Something was wrong here. 
But they looked normal, or at least as normal as two 
people can look while they're walking around completely 
soaked.

"Well, that was Chance on the phone. He'll be here in 
the morning. We've gotten enough done for this morning. 
Come on up to the house and get into some dry clothes 
and we'll have lunch."

She turned on her heel and walked out.


CHAPTER TWO		


Lunch was quiet. Cathy had put on a button up blouse, 
aware suddenly of how much cleavage her halter tops 
showed. Bobby was dressed in fresh clothes too. Cathy 
had difficulty deciding whether to look at her son... 
or NOT look at him. 

Bobby, completely convinced that the best thing in his 
whole life had just happened to him, had no problem 
looking at his mother. 

As a result Cathy's eyes darted all over, meeting 
Bobby's frequently, and then glancing away like a 
racquetball off a wall. Emotions were still raging 
inside of Cathy. She had never even contemplated sexual 
feelings for her son before. It just wasn't something 
she ever thought about. And what had happened seemed 
like some crazy dream where she left her body and it 
did things all by itself. But she knew it had been 
real. Her orgasm... the whole affair... had been so 
powerful that she couldn't put it out of her mind. She 
hadn't cum like that with Rudy in years. Already her 
pussy itched for another round of that loving. She 
tried her best to submerge it and act normal.

But Dee knew her sister, and those glances, and Cathy's 
general behavior, told Dee that something had happened 
between the two of them. She didn't know what it was, 
but curiosity about it niggled at her.

"So how did the breeding go?" she asked.

Cathy said, "Fine," at the same time Bobby said, 
"Really good."

"Ready to do more after lunch?" asked Dee.

The reaction in Cathy was astonishing to her sister. 

"NO!" Cathy looked startled that she had spoken so 
quickly and so loudly. "I mean... all that bending 
over. My back is complaining. I'm not sure I can do 
much this afternoon."

"Oh," said Dee, looking at Bobby, who was staring at 
his mother like she had grown another head. This was 
the first Dee had heard of a bad back in the family 
too. Then she thought about what had to have happened 
for the horse to spurt while Cathy was still underneath 
it. If it had gone on long enough to effect the 
stallion... it HAD to have affected Cathy. Dee knew 
what handling those hard cocks did to a woman, and she 
assumed Cathy needed a break.

"OK, after lunch, why don't you do some baking, and 
Bobby and I will finish today's schedule." Dee looked 
at them both.

Now Cathy looked guilty. But her only response was, 
"OK. Yes. That's a good idea. I'm sure I'll be OK by 
tomorrow."

Bobby just ate. He was awfully hungry.

***

When they got to the barn Dee went through two pairs of 
horses with little more than some increase to her 
breathing rate, and some pinkness around her neck. 
Then she brought out a beautiful gray Arabian mare and 
told Bobby to go get a stallion named Bruiser. 

Bobby came leading Bruiser and got him set up next to 
his aunt.

"I love this stud," said his aunt. "I love to ride him. 
He's a sweetie. Hold him tight" said Dee as Bruiser 
smelled the female horse and tried to prance. Then she 
sat down and prepped Bruiser. When she got up her face 
was red and she said. "OK," a little breathlessly. "Let 
him go." 

Bruiser knew exactly what to do, and Daisy was more 
than ready to let him. His front hooves landed lightly 
on her back and he hopped forward on his hind legs.

Dee made a sound in her throat as two feet of rock 
solid horse penis slid endlessly into wet sounding 
horse vagina. Once it was all the way in Bruiser humped 
three times, tensed and then fell backwards. His penis 
hung down, almost to the ground.

Bobby turned to look at Dee. One hand was over her 
right breast, squeezing. Her mouth was open and her 
eyes were bright. That she was excited was obvious. She 
glanced at him and didn't even bother to move her hand. 
She imagined that Cathy had been the same way that 
morning, and that Bobby knew it. It had probably caused 
some discomfort between them.

Dee said, "Let's get another pair." She turned to 
Bobby. "This has an effect on us Bobby. I know it's 
strange for you to see that, but we have to get these 
mares mated."

Bobby didn't know quite what to say. "I know. I guess 
we'll just have to... you know... just DO it." He 
didn't catch the double entendre... but Dee did.

She took a deep breath, which didn't do Bobby any good 
as her breasts filled her blouse out nicely. "OK, we 
can do this. I know we can. I don't suppose YOU could 
sterilize the studs this afternoon?" She looked at her 
tall nephew.

Bobby shook his head. "No way Aunt Dee." He felt bad 
that he couldn't bring himself to stroke a horse's cock 
for his aunt. "But I'll try to talk to you and keep 
your mind off of what you're doing, OK?"

She nodded tersely and told him to go get the next 
stallion.

This time, when Dee washed the long hard cock in her 
hands, Bobby talked to her like he was teaching her how 
to do it. He told her just how long to wash it, and 
then to put the rag back in the bucket. He told her to 
let go and he led the stud to the mare. The stallion 
mounted the mare and filled her with his cock, 
inseminating her and falling back down. Dee was panting 
again as she led the mare to her stall.

The next time Bobby had to pull Dee off the stallion's 
cock when she didn't respond to his repeated suggestion 
that she was done. The only way he could get her away 
from the horse was to reach through her arm pits and 
pull her back. There was just no way he could do that 
without ending up with his hands full of her breasts. 
She stumbled to her feet and pressed back against him, 
grinding her butt into his hard-on. The stallion found 
his way to the mare and bred her. Bobby held his aunt, 
his hands still cupping her breasts as they watched the 
mare get bred. Both pretended they didn't notice his 
hands on her aching tits.

The next time Bobby barely got Dee off the horse's two 
foot cock before it exploded. Again he had to pull her 
off and again, he cupped her full braless tits to do 
it. She turned in his arms and her eyes were wild 
again.

"I have to... do something," she panted. Her hands went 
to his shirt buttons. "I need... I want to... I know 
it's wrong, but I have to. Do you understand?"

"Yes," he huffed. He needed her too. His fingers went 
to her blouse and, together they undressed each other.

"You know what I want you to do," she said.

"Yes." He was a man of few words. This horse breeding 
was something he was suddenly thinking of going into as 
a life's vocation.

There was a stall nearby that was full of hay bales and 
Dee took him there, wearing only her jeans and boots. 
She spread out a tarp on the loose hay that was on the 
floor. Dee bent over to remove her boots and skin her 
jeans down, taking her panties with them. When she 
turned around, Bobby was already naked. She was treated 
to the same anti-aircraft gun his mother had seen that 
morning. It had been fully reloaded and was primed for 
trouble. She, too, knew a man-sized prick when she saw 
one, and her pussy salivated, dripping as she went to 
him and put her arms around his neck for a kiss. 

It wasn't until she had lain down and spread her legs, 
and Bobby was on his knees between them, his cock 
touching her sex, that Dee realized he was acting too 
normally for this situation. In a flash of intuition, 
as she grasped his thick stalk, she turned her hazel 
eyes to his and said "You did this to your mother this 
morning... didn't you?"

Bobby, feeling his cock where he desperately wanted it 
to be, shoved forward, impaling his aunt in one swift 
lunge.

"Yes!" he grunted.

Dee cried out at the ecstasy of being filled roughly, 
his weight pinning her to the tarp, making her helpless 
to resist, even thought she had no thought to do that 
at all. He stopped, deep inside her and her pussy 
clenched on him as thrills shot through her body. 

"But she can't know that you know," he panted.

Dee thrust her pussy up at her nephew. "It was in the 
shower... wasn't it?"

Bobby withdrew and then slid back in. "Yeah. She's 
embarrassed about it."

Dee could already feel her orgasm rushing toward her. 
"I know how she feels," she groaned. But I need this 
Bobby. You don't hate me do you?"

He leaned down and kissed her soft lips. "I love my 
mother. And I love you too." he said simply. 

Then, as if he had been doing it for years, Bobby 
started rodding his aunt's appreciative pussy out. He 
pounded her into the hay and she grunted, her breath 
exhaling each time he slammed in. Her legs spread wide, 
and then her heels came back in to her buttocks so she 
could try to shove her pussy up onto his prick. Then 
they sprang apart again as she reveled in the feeling 
of being thoroughly fucked by a nice stiff prong. 

"You mustn't cum in me Bobby," his aunt suddenly said. 

Bobby leaned down to one of her tight perky tits and 
sucked in a nipple. She swooned with pleasure as the 
hot streaks shot from her nipple to her pussy. 

"Why not?" he asked panting. "I came in my mom."

Dee, who knew her sister's birth control habits, and 
knew there was no way she had been wearing her 
diaphragm that morning, felt the thrill of the taboo 
flow into her pussy. Cathy had let this man's big prick 
spurt sperm in her belly!

"I could get pregnant!" she panted. "So could your 
mom." Her pussy shoved up at him as she felt her orgasm 
arrive. She whined. "Oh Bobby I'm there baby... don't 
stop... please don't stop."

Her pussy started milking his bone as she came. Her 
legs came up around his back and she strained to shove 
her pussy as far up on his stiff cock as she could. 

"I'm gonna..." warned Bobby. 

But Dee was too far into her own fabulous pleasure. Her 
brain knew his cock was swelling. She heard his warning 
and felt him trying to pull out of her. But her legs 
wouldn't let him go, and her lust craved feeling what 
her sister had felt that morning.

As Bobby groaned and his prick began spraying his aunt 
full of potent sperm, she screamed his name and her 
fingernails raked bloody lines across his buttocks. She 
knew she had probably ovulated the day before 
yesterday, and that her egg was, if not already in her 
womb, close to it. She knew that if his sperm got into 
her womb there would be millions of chances for her to 
be impregnated. The result was that her legs flopped 
wide open, opening herself as much as she could. If he 
pulled out, that was the best thing.

But he didn't pull out. He would have before that first 
strong stream of his cum rocketed into his beautiful 
aunt. But after that his subconscious intent was to 
breed his fantasy woman, like he had in his dreams, 
while he was beating off all those years. He bored in 
and fired spurt after spurt of his hot cum right into 
her cervical opening.

Dee's mood was like quicksilver, and slithered back the 
other way, to the side of herself that wailed with 
happiness as she was flooded with his cum. She reached 
for his face, kissing him over and over. "Thank you... 
thank you... thank you." she said between kisses. She 
couldn't believe she was saying it.

Ten minutes later Dee rolled her head to look at her 
young lover. He was staring right back at her, one arm 
under his head. His lovely penis was lying limply on 
his pubic hair. 

"I can't believe we did that," she said. "Are you OK?" 
She sounded like she was worried she might have warped 
him somehow.

"I've wanted to do that ever since you walked in on me 
in the bathroom," he said. 

"I believe it was the other way around wasn't it? 
Didn't YOU walk in on ME?" She smiled, and then 
frowned. "You know you might have made me pregnant... 
cumming inside me like that."

"How would you feel about it if I did?" he asked. This 
conversation was so outside his realm of experience 
that he didn't approach it with his usual teenage 
angst.

"I don't know," she said softly. "Part of me would be 
horrified." Her eyes locked with his. "And part of me 
will be sad if you didn't."

"There's always tomorrow," he said. He meant it as a 
joke, but her eyes widened.

"I think maybe Chance and I should work together 
tomorrow," she said, sitting up. She saw him staring at 
her bare breasts. She also saw the rejection he felt, 
in his eyes. To lessen the sting she added. "I'd be too 
tempted to let you try again."

"There's always right now," he said, grinning. 

Her eyes shot to his cock. It was moving, thickening. 
Young men were so virile. She felt the warning tingle 
in her pussy that told her to get while the getting was 
good. "Come on stud." she said standing up. "You've 
probably done more than enough damage today." She 
looked at him out of the sides of her eyes as she 
pulled him up. "You know your mother isn't on the pill 
either."

That got him. His jaw dropped. To tease him she said 
"What are you going to do if you knocked us BOTH up?"

He started to sputter and she could actually see his 
heart beating as the skin of his chest moved. 

"Hey," she said. "Don't worry about it. You probably 
didn't get either of us pregnant. Come on. Let's get 
dressed and go up to the house for supper."

But she wasn't nearly as sanguine as she pretended to 
be.

Supper was much more relaxed than lunch had been. Of 
the three of them, only Cathy didn't know everything 
that had happened. That didn't last long.

"How'd it go this afternoon?" she asked as she put 
bowls of food on the table.

Dee smirked. "It went the same as it did for you this 
morning."

Cathy colored up, not knowing that Dee knew exactly 
what had happened. "So the breeding went well?" she 
bluffed.

"The breeding went exceedingly well." said Dee, looking 
at Bobby. Now he blushed. Dee was having fun with this. 
"The stud performed admirably, and the quantity of 
semen delivered was more than enough for conception. 
Now all we have to do is wait to see if the... 
females... caught."

Now Dee turned her attention to her sister. "And how 
about you? Did you survive getting all that semen in 
you... I mean ON you?" 

Cathy's eyes snapped to her sister's. She saw the grin, 
and the twinkle in her eye. She knew her sister too. 
She could tell Diedre knew what had happened. 

"How did you find out?" she asked, her voice tight.

"Oh, it had something to do with the fact that, all 
afternoon I was handling stiff horse cocks, and then, 
when I couldn't take it any longer I was handling stiff 
Bobby cock. About the time Bobby stuck that beautiful 
boner of his way up inside me and squirted about a 
quart in my pussy I got him to admit that I wasn't the 
only woman he'd serviced today."

Cathy's face had grown more and more toward the 
appearance of someone who had seen a ghost, or 
something much worse and she WISHED she had only seen a 
ghost. Now her face was almost white as the blood 
drained from it. She hid her face in her hands, her 
shoulders shaking as she started to sob. 

Then her head snapped back up. "Inside YOUR pussy!?" 
she yipped. She knew her sister's birth control habits 
too, and she also figured, quite rightly, that Dee 
hadn't been protected when Bobby's sperm splashed 
inside her.

Dee reached for her sister's hand. "Honey, don't feel 
bad about it. It happened to me too. I couldn't help 
myself and I know you couldn't either. What's done is 
done. Tomorrow Chance will be here and we can take 
turns. Maybe that will help make things go a little 
better."

For Cathy, the phrase "take turns" brought what was 
probably a different picture to her mind than it did 
for Dee. What Cathy thought of was... Chance fucking 
her, and then Bobby fucking her. She had been horny all 
afternoon while she baked and got things ready for 
supper.

"I don't know Dee," she said. "It makes me SO horny."

Dee patted her hand. "We'll both be there tomorrow. We 
can lend each other support."

"OK," said Cathy uncertainly. She glanced over at her 
son, who was busy forking food into his mouth, trying 
not to be noticed. His mother had just found out that 
he fucked his aunt. He wasn't sure at all how she was 
going to receive that news.

Dee chuckled. "Though, if he was as good for you as he 
was for me... it might be better to put him on a bus 
for home. I could get used to that thing hanging 
between his legs."

Cathy's mouth opened and closed at the bawdy thing her 
sister had just said. But the rush of juice to her 
pussy as she thought of her own son's hard cock made 
her realize she felt exactly the same way.

Bobby objected, "Hey, I don't want to leave!"

Dee laughed, "I just bet you don't. Don't worry. I only 
said it would be better if we did it... I didn't say we 
were going to." She nudged Cathy. "Poor Romeo over 
there thinks he's out of luck. Poor boy."

Cathy couldn't respond. The terror she had felt at the 
thought of her son leaving her there alone... 
unsatisfied... had convinced her that she was in much 
worse shape than she had been willing to admit. She 
looked at Dee. "What are we going to do Dee? I don't 
think I can resist it."

Dee smiled a tight smile. "Then honey, you'd better 
find that diaphragm I know you brought with you, or 
else start thinking of names for a baby. You should 
feel lucky. I don't even OWN a diaphragm. And with Tom 
having such a low sperm count since he got kicked by a 
horse, I haven't had to take the pill for years. You 
may be a grandma right this instant for all I know."

Cathy shook her head. This was all too difficult to 
think about. She thought about what she wished she was 
doing right now... with her son.

"What are we going to do tonight?" she asked, anxious. 
"I mean just us three... here in the house... 
together..."

Dee thought for a minute. She had the same urges her 
sister did. "How about we go shopping and leave Romeo 
here to watch the place. We'll arrange to get back 
after he's gone to bed, and if we have a good enough 
time, maybe we'll be too tired to want to play."

Dee looked over at Bobby, who had been listening avidly 
and didn't look either happy or unhappy. "Can you do 
that for two old women? Be asleep when we come home? 
Stay on the couch where you belong?"

Bobby looked hurt. "I have complete control over my 
emotions." he said, his voice injured. "I would never 
force my attention on any woman who didn't want me to." 
He sounded so grown up that both women felt a rush of 
warmth in both their hearts and their pussies.

Cathy looked at Dee. "We definitely have to stay out 
late Dee." she said. Then they both laughed.

The arrangements were made and Dee opened a cabinet 
that was full of DVDs, suggesting that Bobby could 
watch some movies, pop some corn and go to bed. He 
agreed.

And, oddly, it worked pretty well for all of them. The 
two women had fun catching up on the years they had 
been separated by marriage. Bobby, pretty well sated by 
losing his virginity and powering his spunk into two 
women in one day, watched several movies he'd wanted to 
see, but hadn't yet, and then, remote held loosely in 
one hand, fell asleep. When the women came in, tip-
toeing through the living room, each kept the other 
from going over to kiss him good night, knowing that it 
would probably go further than that if they let it.

***

It was early in the morning when Chance Brooks drove up 
the long road to his parents' house. He'd driven all 
day and into the night to get there, stopping along the 
way for cat naps. He saw his Aunt Cathy's car parked in 
front of the house and smiled. He liked being around 
her. She was beautiful and sexy and she gave the most 
wonderful hugs. 

He knew everyone would be asleep, so he entered the 
house quietly. He didn't see Bobby on the couch, and 
bypassed his mother's room to head for his own. He 
opened the door and peered inside, seeing immediately 
that no one could be sleeping in there. It was full of 
extra furniture and boxes of who knew what.

He backtracked to his parents' bedroom and cracked the 
door gently open. Sticking his head inside he sucked in 
a breath. The dawning sun shone through the window and 
fell on his mother and Aunt Cathy, where they were 
lying in the bed on top of the sheet. The ceiling fan 
was on slow, suggesting that it had gotten warm in the 
night. Both had on T shirts that had ridden up over 
their hips in their sleep.

Neither had on panties.

He stared at his mother's bald pussy, looking like two 
fat lips wanting to be kissed, and felt a tightness in 
his groin. Aunt Cathy's right leg was cocked and thrown 
wide and he could see right to her pussy too. She had a 
tuft of light brown hair there. Her pussy lips were 
long and floppy and looked like they'd taste wonderful. 
The tightness increased in his pants. Man! The BOTH 
looked so hot and juicy.

He retreated to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.

An hour later Dee woke up and she shuff-shuffed to the 
kitchen in her slippers, still wearing the overlarge T 
shirt she had worn to bed the night before. She smelled 
coffee and wondered who had gotten up before her. There 
was a surprise waiting for her in the kitchen.

"Chance!" she squealed as she saw her son sitting at 
the table nursing a cup of joe.

"Hi Mom, I decided to drive straight through. I figured 
you needed the help, what with all those amateurs 
hanging around the place." He stood up grinning and 
held his arms out to his mother. She was five inches 
shorter than he was and it was like a weed waving in 
the wind and hitting an oak tree, but she rushed into 
his embrace.

"I'm SO glad you're home!" said Dee into his chest. 

Chance heard the tension in her voice. "What's wrong 
Mom? I saw Aunt Cathy's car outside, so they must be 
here. Aren't they helping?"

"Oh yes," she assured him. "They've only been here a 
day, and we've gotten plenty of work done, but its... 
difficult." 

"Why so hard?" asked Chance, getting a nervous chuckle 
from his mother. 

"You've never really helped in the breeding pen, have 
you?" asked his mother.

"Not really. I helped dad a couple of times, but he 
usually took care of all that with some of the hired 
hands."

"Well," said Dee. "It turns out that prepping the 
stallions... affects Cathy and me." She looked up at 
her tall son to see if he'd gotten the inference. It 
didn't look like he had. "What I mean is that when we 
handle the... um... organ... you know, to sterilize 
it... well we kind of get out of control. Our feelings 
get out of control."

Chance looked at his mother. "You mean you get horny?" 
he grinned. "My mother? Horny?"

"It's not funny Chance!" she said. "Yesterday I let 
Bobby... do things. I couldn't control it Chance, and 
neither could Cathy. I'm telling you it was crazy and 
we both did crazy things that we'd never have done 
otherwise. We both had to have an outlet or we'd have 
just gone mad. This is serious Chance." she said. 

He realized she was serious, hearing her confession. 
"So what is it you want from me?" he asked.

"We want to try to get some breeding done without... 
um... without anything else happening. I guess what we 
need you and Bobby to do is be strong for us."

Chance, thinking himself a man of the world now, put 
aside his own feelings. "OK. I'm here and I'll help," 
he said firmly.

"Good. We'll talk about it at breakfast. Why don't you 
go wake everybody up?" said Dee as she started thinking 
about what to put on the table for breakfast. She bent 
over to get a pot out of the bottom drawer of the stove 
and didn't see Chance look as the lower half of her 
naked butt was exposed.

Chance fully intended to do exactly what his mother had 
said they needed. He intended to control his own 
emotions. But when he went to wake up his Aunt, she was 
still lying there, her beautiful pussy exposed. His 
mother had said that they both let Bobby... do things. 
What things? Had he actually fucked them? Had he fucked 
his own mother? Had he fucked the pussy Chance was now 
staring at?

He looked at the rest of her now. The T shirt was too 
small. Her breasts were clearly defined in it, and he 
could clearly see her nipples defined through the shirt 
too. Her breasts were a lot bigger than his mother's. 
Her hair was mussed and she looked a little like she'd 
just been fucked. Chance felt his cock jump in his 
jeans as he stared at the lovely woman. Seeing the 
sheet she'd kicked off in the night he gently picked it 
up and covered her naked loins before leaning over and 
kissing her forehead. Blue eyes opened, widened and he 
saw her pupils constrict.

"CHANCE!" she cried. "When did YOU get here?" She sat 
up in bed and threw the sheet back, exposing herself 
again to him. She noticed her exposure about the same 
time he stood up and looked away.

"Oh my!" she gasped, pulling the sheet back over her 
lap.

"It's OK Aunt Cathy. I'm all grown up now and I've seen 
it before," said Chance in an attempt to lessen her 
embarrassment.

Cathy, however, found that her face was right at the 
level of Chance's zipper, and there was a most 
interesting lump behind that zipper. Her activity the 
day before had satisfied her immediate lust, for maybe 
a couple of hours, but it had also unleashed something 
in her that she hadn't known was there. She knew she 
should feel badly that she had let her son lie with 
her, much less put his sperm in her unprotected pussy. 
But the fact was... she didn't. She had to admit that 
to herself. She had enjoyed it so much it had startled 
her and changed the way she looked at the world. The 
Genie was out of the bottle, and it had given her one 
wish. Now she was looking at another wish, hidden 
behind that zipper.

Right now, Cathy Tanner wanted a nice, thick, stiff 
cock inside her. 

She flushed red, thinking herself a slut. He was her 
nephew, for pity's sake, and he surely wouldn't be 
interested in mating with an older woman like her.

Chance turned and said "Breakfast will be ready by the 
time you get there." as he walked out the door. He had 
to leave, because his cock was getting stiff again.

He found Bobby on the couch and prodded him on his 
shoulder.

"That you Chance?" Bobby said in a sleepy voice.

"Hey Bobby" said Chance. He was amazed at how Bobby had 
grown too. He wasn't as tall as Chance was, but he was 
only shorter by maybe an inch. Two at the most. And he 
had wide shoulders too. "I got here in the night. 
Breakfast is about ready."

"OK" said Bobby and he stood up. Chance could see what 
the women might have been drawn to in this almost man. 
The thought of Bobby lying on top of either of the 
women made Chance a little jealous. He pushed that away 
and went to breakfast with the rest of them.


CHAPTER THREE


At breakfast, Chance didn't mention that he knew about 
his mother and aunt "doing things" with Bobby. Of 
course neither Bobby or Cathy mentioned it either. And, 
for whatever reason, Dee didn't see fit to tell Cathy 
that she had told Chance that Bobby had done something 
with the women. Dee hoped that with both women and both 
boys present, things would stay under control.

"OK, so how do we do this, this morning?" she asked. "I 
told Chance that there were difficulties yesterday. I 
hope we can avoid those today. Should we all go down 
there together, or take shifts?"

"Shifts?" asked Cathy.

"Well, you know, like Chance and I do a couple of 
pairs, and then we take a break and you and Bobby do a 
couple of pairs. Maybe it won't be so... troubling if 
we don't have to go for such a long time. What do you 
think?"

Cathy's inner turmoil had her	quite ready to drop 
her drawers for her son this very instant, regardless 
of whether she had a horse cock in her hand or not. She 
could not, of course, say that. But she also knew that 
she shouldn't feel the way she did. And if Dee's idea 
worked, and she didn't get so horny that she lost 
control, maybe it would work.

"OK," she said. She looked at Bobby and he nodded. "Why 
don't you and Chance go first. Bobby and I will stay 
here and start something for lunch. I don't think it 
would be a good idea for us to watch. When you're ready 
just come get us and we'll go down."

***

As they walked toward the breeding pen Dee looked over 
at her handsome son. "How much have you helped with 
this before?"

"I helped dad a couple of times. He always worked under 
the horses. I couldn't bring myself to... you know." he 
said as his boots kicked the dirt.

"I have to tell you Chance, prepping those stallions 
does things to me," said his mother. "I may act a 
little different than you're used to."

Chance stopped and looked at his beautiful mother 
frankly. "Look, Mom, you're a beautiful woman, and I 
have to say I've noticed that in the past. But I 
promised and I'll do my best to behave myself. I can't 
lie to you, though, and say I've never noticed you as a 
woman. I mean I know you're my mother and all, but 
sometimes I see you as a woman too."

"Well, you certainly know how to say nice things to a 
woman. But it's important that we... um behave 
ourselves. I Know we got a little carried away 
yesterday."

"What exactly does that mean?" asked Chance. His cock 
was already stiffening.

Dee blushed furiously. "You know I've never cheated on 
your father," she said.

"Yes, of course," said Chance.

"And you know I wouldn't if there was anything I could 
do about it." She wasn't looking at him.

"So you... um... lost control," he said, trying to 
spare her the shame of admitting what she was beating 
around the bush about.

"I don't have any idea how I'm going to explain this to 
your father," she said glumly.

"Well, then... don't," said Chance. She looked over at 
him and he went on. "Look, something happened. It was 
weird and beyond your control. You didn't mean for it 
to happen. If you tell him about it, it will just eat 
at him, and you can't undo it. So just don't say 
anything."

They walked on while Dee processed what he'd said.

They got to the pen and Dee took out the list of which 
mares and stallions were to be mated. As they started 
on their first set, Chance made a suggestion.

"Maybe if you talked about what you're doing it would 
make it less... you know... exciting."

"We tried something like that yesterday and it didn't 
work... but OK" said Dee, sitting on the stool and 
staring at the first long thick cock she was going to 
have to touch today. "OK" she said, taking a breath. 
"Well, this one is spotted. It's kind of mostly white, 
with splotches of brown on it." She dipped her hand in 
the bucket and came out with the rag. She began washing 
the spotted penis. "It feels silky smooth and it's 
harder than it looks." She ran her fingers along the 
column of stiff horse flesh, leaving it mostly dry. 
"OK, I think he's ready." she said and she backed up 
off the stool.

Chance took the stallion to the hobbled mare and stood 
back as the horses completed their act of copulation. 
Dee and Chance watched as that long penis slid 
effortlessly into the mare. Dee sighed.

Chance said, "You OK?"

"I'm hornier than a sixteen year old virgin in a dildo 
factory," said his mother. "Let's do another one."

For Dee it was a contest of her will. She didn't want 
to stop after two sets, like they had talked about. She 
wanted to keep going to prove she could keep going. 
They were on their fourth set when Chance had to make 
Dee stop stroking the horse before she jerked him off. 
He pulled the stallion to one side as his mother gave a 
little sound of unhappiness that the hard cock was 
pulled from her hands. Chance led the stallion to the 
mare and let them go. He turned and walked toward his 
Aunt. "Maybe we need to take a break," he said.

"Maybe you need to give your mother a hug," said his 
smoky-eyed mom.

Chance hugged his mother, feeling her grind her breasts 
and groin into him. She looked up at him. "And a kiss 
Chance, just one kiss?"

"If I kiss you I might want to do some other things 
too." he said. "When I got here this morning I looked 
into your room to see who was in there. Your T shirt 
had sort of ridden up over your hips. I appreciated the 
view and I'm not sure that kissing you right now is 
such a good idea."

Dee stared up at her handsome son. "You saw my... 
pussy... Chance?" Her hands went to his sides and she 
slid her hands around to his back as she embraced him. 
"That's OK sweetie. I'm sure that if you just kiss me 
I'll be OK."

Chance wanted to kiss her. He wanted to strip her naked 
and ram his cock into her. He kissed her long and hard 
and they both acted like they were dating teenagers. 
Her hands slid to his buttocks and his flitted all over 
the place, touching her everywhere as she wiggled and 
made herself available to touch.

There was noise from across the stall and they looked. 
The stallion was mounting the mare again. 

Working in the pen had affected Chance too. Seeing his 
mother stroking the huge horse cocks and seeing those 
cocks being screwed into vaginas, or dripping with cum, 
had gotten to him just as much as it had his mother. As 
he saw what was going on, his last vestige of self 
control slipped away.

"Watch them" said Chance as he pulled his mother's ass 
into his erection. He slid his hands up under her 
shirt, over her smooth belly skin, to her naked 
breasts. He cupped them and found her nipples with his 
finger tips. He squeezed her nipples and she moaned, 
her hand darting between them to feel his hard cock.

The stallion jumped, his hooves landing on the mare's 
hindquarters. Chance's hands dropped to the fastening 
of Dee's jeans and he unbuttoned them, then unzipped 
them. He slid his hand down, between her legs and 
immediately slicked a finger into her pussy as she 
writhed, pressing back against him.

"I'm sooo hot!" she moaned.

"Take your pants off," he panted.

Dee kicked her boots off and then reached down and 
pulled the legs of her jeans off her feet. In the 
process she showed her naked butt to Chance, presenting 
herself like a mare to a stallion. He grabbed a horse 
blanket and draped it over some hay bales and then 
pushed her onto it, pressing her breasts into the 
blanket. She was still facing the mating horses. He 
approached from behind, just like a stallion and put 
his hands on her naked hips. His cock hurt and he tore 
his own jeans open, freeing it as he shoved them down 
to his knees.

Dee craned her neck. "Noooo Chance you can't put it in 
meeeee," she whined, but she wiggled her ass at him, 
reaching her hands back and pulling her ass cheeks 
open. He saw her pussy hole and it was wet. He nosed 
his prick tip into her slick pussy mouth and leaned 
forward, impaling her on his tool in one lunge. 

"Yes I can," he grunted.

Both of them let out a groan of satisfaction. Dee 
wormed one hand down to her pussy and began diddling 
her clit as Chance started making long slow strokes, 
his flesh slapping on her jiggling buttocks.

Dee had her first orgasm about thirty seconds later. 
She started working on number two immediately and told 
Chance that he was doing just wonderfully. Seven 
minutes and three more orgasms later Chance gave a long 
sigh and said, "I can't wait any more Mom... gonna 
cum!" 

"Noooo Baby you can't cum in meeeeeee!" she squealed, 
but her pussy milked him relentlessly.

He leaned into her, pinning her to the hay bales, and 
the tip of his long, thick cock went off, parked right 
next to his mother's cervix.

When it comes to a man's normal issue of semen, it 
comes in varying strengths. Some writers (like me, for 
instance) occasionally use silly terms like "man milk" 
to describe or identify what comes out of a man's cock 
in this kind of situation. If you were to take that 
idea to extremes, it would work like this:

Some men produce the equivalent of skim milk, runny and 
almost clear. Then you have your two and four 
percenters, whose sperm count is respectably higher. 
Those guys you see with six or seven kids and a wife 
who smiles all the time? They shoot whole milk... 
vitamin D fortified milk, and a woman who lies down 
with one of them had better want her belly to bulge if 
she's not using protection.

Now some of that is genetic, but a lot of it depends on 
diet and exercise, and the general health of a man. 
Chance Brooks was in the prime of his life, healthy as 
a bull in the prime of ITs life, with bulging muscles 
and a body fat index of about seven percent. Chance 
didn't produce four percent or even whole milk. 
Chance's balls were filled to overflowing with raw 
milk, straight from the cow, cream still in it, thick 
and rich and just brimming with perky, interested sperm 
cells just aching to fertilize something.

And when Chance's cock provided a conduit from his 
balls to his mother's cervix, what gushed forth into 
and through that cervix and into her womb was the most 
potent stuff her womb had ever been exposed to. That 
womb happily sucked in as much as it could hold and 
then gave a little squeeze, pushing it up the attached 
fallopian tubes, to the egg that was carelessly 
descending at the time. That egg didn't have a 
chance... no pun intended. It was punctured by a viable 
sperm that fertilized it with ease. The egg, 
predisposed for some unknown reason, began to split, 
which would eventually result in Dee giving birth to 
multiple live young.

Not knowing he was already the father of twins, Chance 
pushed harder and kept serving up his raw milk to his 
mother who was shaking hard in the throes of her own 
final teeth-gritting orgasm.

***

Back in the house, Cathy and Bobby finished in the 
kitchen and then went to the living room to straighten 
things up. There was a sort of nervous energy in their 
movements. Cathy shot furtive looks at her son. She 
caught herself staring at him, admiring the thickness 
of his chest, and his strong hands. 

He looked up at her. "So you don't want to do that any 
more," he said. He sounded sad.

"It's not that I don't want to at all. The problem is 
that I DO want to do it again, and we shouldn't. I'm 
not on any birth control honey, and it wouldn't do for 
you to get me pregnant. What would people think?"

"I don't know. What did they think when you got 
pregnant with me?" he asked. Teenage rationalization is 
like that sometimes.

"They knew that your father had knocked me up, silly," 
his mother smiled at him.

"So why wouldn't they think Dad knocked you up again?" 
he asked.

Cathy sat, dumbfounded. "You mean you WANT to make a 
baby in me?" she asked incredulously.

"No, that's not what I mean. But if you did get 
pregnant, wouldn't everybody think it was Dad's?" He 
was so calm about it. That calmness... his apparent 
willingness to father a child on his own mother made 
her knees weak. Instead of feeling horrified at his 
willingness to do that, she felt a ball of heat in her 
loins that she couldn't quite understand. She didn't 
want to be pregnant again. Or did she? 

"Well, sure they would. Except for your father. He 
knows I always wear a diaphragm with him." she 
explained.

"Well, all I can say is that, if something bad happened 
yesterday, you'd better manage to... forget... you 
diaphragm the next time you and Dad... do it."

"You're a deceptively smart boy, my handsome son," said 
his mother. "But what are we going to do about this 
horse mating business. I know good and well the same 
thing will happen today that happened yesterday if you 
and I are down there and I have to stroke those... 
things."

Bobby sat for a moment. He smiled. "I have an idea," he 
said. "Sometimes, when I'm going out on a date with a 
really hot girl, and I know she doesn't mess around, 
I... well I sort of take care of things before hand."

His mother smiled. "You masturbate BEFORE a date?"

"Well, yeah, and afterwards too, of course. But it 
helps. Maybe if we did that before we went down there 
it wouldn't be so bad."

Cathy, had she been thinking more clearly, would have 
remembered that masturbating only made her hornier. It 
solved immediate feelings, but nothing actually 
defeated her lust except a real live cock in her pussy. 
It had always been that way. The fact that she wanted 
to rub her pussy right this instant didn't help either. 
"Maybe you're right," she said. 

To be fair, it was fully Cathy's intent to go to the 
bedroom and rub herself off in private. She expected 
Bobby to do the same. But Bobby's world had changed, 
and something he wouldn't even have admitted doing to 
his mother two days ago was now small potatoes in his 
mind. In fact, doing it with her watching would make 
things happen even faster. He too had been thinking 
about the women, not having squirted in one since the 
day before. So he stood up, unbuckled his jeans, 
dropped them and grabbed his cock. He was jacking on it 
before Cathy could even respond.

Cathy couldn't believe the shock to her system that 
happened when she saw her son's rampant prick in his 
hand. It was pointed more or less toward her. She'd 
felt it the day before, but hadn't really had time to 
look at it... examine it. She'd felt it flushing her 
full of his seed, but she couldn't have described it to 
anyone... until now. Words like "Luscious" and "Yummy" 
leapt into her mind as she watched his hand slide up 
and down its hard length. She heard a little moan 
escape her lips as she undid her own pants and slid her 
hand between her legs.

"Let me see you do it Mom," panted her son.

Cathy stood up and shucked her jeans and panties at the 
same time. She sat back down and spread her legs, 
slicking one finger into her pussy. Ohhhh that felt 
good. Her eyes were locked on her son's prick. 

"You're pussy is so pretty," he panted.

"You've probably seen lots of pretty pussies," panted 
his mother.

"No, Mom. Before yesterday I'd never seen any girl's 
pussy," he huffed.

"You were a virgin?" she asked, feeling the lust racing 
through her veins. Had she gotten her own son's 
cherry?"

"Yes," he moaned. "You felt sooo good Mom." His fist 
flashed faster. A drip of something milky white flipped 
off of the tip of his cock into the air and flew away 
from him.

"Oh my baby," she cried. She put two fingers in her 
and, spread wide, she rammed them in and out. "I need a 
PRICK!" she yelled.

Bobby didn't hesitate. He let go his cock and walked 
toward his mother. She saw him coming and moaned "Ohhh 
pleeaase Bobby baby." It was music to his ears, even 
though he didn't know she was pleading with him NOT to 
fuck her. He sank down between her thighs and, despite 
her best intentions she moved her hand to grab him. 
Then she pulled him to her and he sank into her in one 
thrust.

Their coupling was wild and violent. Bobby loomed over 
her, his toes on the floor and his hands on the couch 
cushions on either side of her. She was spread wide for 
him and he fucked her mercilessly... just exactly like 
she needed to be fucked. Their endearments to each 
other came at the same times and as Cathy neared her 
orgasm she knew her son would once again spray his 
virile sperm into her womb. She gave up, her mind 
actually deciding that she WANTED his sperm in her. Now 
her pleas were for him to stay in her, shoot in her, 
fertilize her.

Bobby obliged. With a roar he pounded in and let his 
prick spurt over and over again, packing his mother's 
pussy with baby batter. Like Chance's sperm, down in 
the barn, his wrigglers sought to find an egg. Unlike 
Chance's sperm, there was no egg to find yet. Cathy's 
ovaries were just then preparing to release one. 

The only real difference between the couples was that, 
while Chance was impregnating Dee, Cathy and her son 
were fucking for the SECOND time that day. After that 
first quick release, as Bobby stood up and saw his 
sperm running out of his mother's pussy, his hard had 
bounced back. They moved to the bedroom, both stripping 
naked. Cathy had given up. She would now let her son 
bed her anywhere and any time he wanted. And she'd let 
him spurt in her too.

***

Dee felt her son's emission flood her womb and, rather 
than feeling depressed, she felt the elation of the 
completion of nature's way. Her own orgasm washed 
through her as her finger rubbed her clit and her son's 
prick rubbed her vaginal walls. She let her doubts and 
fears fly away as she felt fulfilled in a way she had 
only experienced with one other man, Congressman Tom 
Brooks. She felt the weight of another man named Brooks 
press on her back as he relaxed, pinning her to the 
bale of hay under her. She welcomed that weight.

A few minutes later Chance levered himself up and off 
his mother. He didn't feel so good about what had 
happened. He'd told his mother he'd try to control 
himself, and he'd failed. She'd told him no, and he'd 
fucked her anyway. She had a right to be angry with 
him. When she bounded to her feet and turned to face 
him, naked below the waist, he expected anger. He was 
surprised by a heartfelt hug and an even more 
passionate kiss.

"You're not mad at me?" he asked when she drew back.

"I could never be mad at you," she said. "Next time, 
though, I want you in bed."

"Next time?" he was amazed.

"Next time," she said firmly. "But right now we'd 
better get dressed. Cathy and Bobby will be wondering 
what's going on."

They dressed, stopping now and again for another kiss. 
They were like young lovers who have only just 
discovered the joys of the physical relationship. She 
took his hand as they walked toward the house. 

"You filled me up," she said, feeling the crotch of her 
jeans getting wet as his spunk seeped out of her into 
the cloth.

"I was excited," he said.

"How often do you think you can be excited like that?" 
she asked, glancing at him out of the side of her eyes 
to see his reaction.

"I don't know for sure," he answered truthfully. "This 
is kind of new to me. I could probably go again by the 
time we got to the house."

"Oh my," she said. "What am I going to tell Tom when he 
finds out I'm pregnant?"

"You're pregnant!?" asked an astonished Chance.

"I will be if we keep doing that," she said. She 
stopped and turned to face her son. "And I have a 
feeling we're going to be doing that a lot."

"What about Bobby and Aunt Cathy?" asked Chance.

"Based on what happened yesterday... and just now..." 
she said. "I expect Bobby will be doing that a lot 
too."

"With you?" his voice rose a little.

Dee stopped and kissed her son hotly, slipping her 
tongue into his mouth. When she broke the kiss she 
asked, "Are you jealous?"

It was impossible to bullshit the mother he had just 
fucked. "I have to admit I am a little," he said. "On 
the other hand, I saw Aunt Cathy's pussy this morning 
too. Both of you had naked pussies."

"And did you think about getting into your Aunt's pussy 
then too?" asked Dee.

"Yes ma'am I did," he admitted.

"I thought so," she said. "I don't know about Cathy, 
but you can put that thing in my pussy any time you 
want to," she told her son.

Both of them were so off balance by what had happened 
that neither of them thought it was strange they were 
actually talking about swinging with the other couple.

When they went into the house Cathy and Bobby were both 
in the kitchen rattling dishes. Dee's practiced eye saw 
what Cathy was working on, and the fact that it should 
have been much closer to being in the oven than it was.

"What have you two been doing up here?" she asked.

Cathy blushed, but didn't say anything. 

Bobby was sharper. "You guys have sure been gone a long 
time. I thought you were only going to do two 
stallions."

Dee laughed. "We did four. I think I was trying to 
prove something. All I proved is that the same thing 
can happen with my son that happened with my nephew 
yesterday."

Cathy turned then, her eyes wide. "Really?" she was 
breathless.

"Ohhh yeah," said Dee with a satisfied smirk.

Cathy looked at the floor. "It didn't even take being 
around the horses for me," she confessed.

Dee sat down. "Here's what I think. I think this 
breeding has warped us beyond repair. I think the 
breeding needs to be done, because we have customers to 
satisfy. I think we may as well admit that, along with 
the horses being handled, we're going to have to be 
handled too... or we're going to have to handle the 
boys... oh you know what I mean."

"So you mean... just do it?" asked Cathy, hoping the 
answer would be 'Yes' so she could just lay back and 
enjoy it from now on.

"We work together, taking turns. When one of us needs a 
break, there will be a... man... there to take care of 
our needs. While that's going on the other couple can 
breed horses. Between the four of us we'll get the 
horses handled. Sooner or later," she added.

Cathy couldn't believe she was saying it, but out of 
her mouth popped "OK, I agree!"

The two women worked together to get lunch ready. At 
one point Cathy turned. "Where are the boys? Oh! It 
feels so strange to call them boys. I guess they're men 
now."

Dee looked over her shoulder. "They had their heads 
together about something and left. Maybe they're 
cleaning out Chance's room. I have a feeling there's 
going to be a need for two bedrooms tonight."

Cathy couldn't get used to the idea of just talking 
about such a taboo thing so easily. She went back to 
work on the salad she was preparing.

Lunch was amazingly normal. There was no flirting, no 
innuendo, just casual talk between four people who 
liked each other. It was over relatively quickly. Dee 
looked up and asked, "Are we ready for this?"

Cathy nodded, along with the two boys.

Dee and Chance were walking ahead of Cathy and Bobby as 
they approached the barn. Cathy held her son's hand. 
"Are you OK with all this?" she asked him.

"It's a little weird, but yeah, I'm not freaked out or 
anything, if that's what you mean."

They heard a shriek of laughter from Dee, up ahead, who 
had turned a corner and saw what the boys had been up 
to. Chance and Bobby had indeed cleaned out Chance's 
room, at least partially. They had brought the bed from 
that room to the straw floor just outside of the 
breeding pen. It looked ridiculous, sitting there in 
the middle of the barn. It had flowered sheets on it, 
and two pillows, but that was all. Dee was still 
laughing.

Bobby squeezed his mother's hand. "We thought it would 
be more comfortable than the hay." He grinned at his 
mother's shocked look. 

Then she smiled and kissed him. "What am I surprised 
about?" she asked rhetorically. "You're so sweet to 
think of that."

They actually got through five more sets of studs and 
mares before anyone used the bed. The amazing thing was 
that the boys actually tried to get their mothers in 
it. When Dee was prepping a stallion, Bobby held the 
head while Chance kneeled behind his mother and played 
with her breasts, or kissed her neck. Then Chance would 
hold another stallion's head so that Bobby could 
unbutton his mother's blouse from behind and play with 
her naked breasts. By mare number three both women were 
topless and thinking about just working in panties.

The odd thing was, that rather than driving the women 
wild, it actually calmed them a little. The idea that 
the boys were "trying to seduce them" was humorous in 
one sense, and brought out the women's natural defenses 
against horny males. What destroyed those natural 
defenses happened while Cathy was prepping a stallion 
named "Rhubarb Pie". Bobby was pinching his mother's 
nipples from behind her, and bobbing her breasts up and 
down. Dee stood watching and saw her son grinning at 
the head of the horse. So she knelt in front of him and 
unzipped his pants, pulling them down.

"There!" she crowed as his boner flopped out for all to 
see. "You think it's so cute that we're topless. How 
does it feel to have everything YOU have waving in the 
wind mister smart guy?"

"I can think of another use for those lips you're 
flapping at me," said Chance, grinning even wider.

Dee thought to teach him a lesson. She planned on 
biting him... gently, of course... but when she slid 
her mouth onto him her pussy exploded. When she had to 
let go of him so he could stumble over to the mare with 
the now ready stud she wasn't happy at all. By the time 
he got back, and Rhubarb Pie's long and now sterile 
prick was embedded in a mare named "Wallflower", Dee 
was naked. She pulled her son to the bed and, in full 
view of her sister and nephew, let Chance mount her. 
Immediately the bed springs were singing as Chance 
scratched her itch. Bobby took Rhubarb Pie back to his 
stall, while his topless mother took Wallflower back to 
HER stall.

By the time they got back, both of them were naked too.


CHAPTER FOUR


As soon as Chance and Dee got off the bed, Cathy and 
Bobby crawled on. Cathy's cries of pleasure as her son 
pounded her pussy were so erotic that Chance's cock 
revived.

That was OK, though. Dee had wanted to finish him with 
her mouth the first time. And now she could take her 
time to taste her son.

They got a lot done, all things considered. The boys, 
young though they were, were about tapped out after the 
third time the women got the sperm out of their balls, 
whether it was with a sucking pussy, or a sucking 
mouth. When the final set of horses for the day was 
done and put away, they all trudged back up to the 
house carrying their clothing. Both women's inner 
thighs were runny with sperm clear to their knees, and 
both boy's pricks were limp and hanging.

"I really meant to put my diaphragm in this morning," 
said Cathy, not sounding particularly sorry that she'd 
forgotten.

"When was your last period?" asked her sister.

"A week ago Wednesday," sighed Cathy. "I should be as 
fertile as a turtle tomorrow or the next day."

"You're kidding," said Chance, coming up from behind.

"I am NOT kidding," said his aunt. "Why do you think we 
were trying to avoid... you know." she said.

"Mom?" asked Chance.

"Hmmm?" said his mother. She had been figuring in her 
head.

"When was YOUR last period Mom?" asked her son.

"I probably ovulated yesterday or the day before," she 
said.

"You're kidding!" he said again.

His mother turned around, her naked body glowing in the 
fading sunlight. "You're probably already a Daddy 
Chance," she said.

"But... but... but this is CRAZY!" said Chance 
heatedly. "If I'd have known that I'd have... I'd 
have... I..."

"You'd have what?" asked his mother.

"My dick is trying to get hard," said Chance, looking 
down at his well-used tool. "I cannot believe that the 
idea that I knocked up my own mother is making me 
hard." He flipped his cock with one finger. "Well it 
WOULD be making me hard, except that I don't think I'll 
get hard for a week after today.

"Thank you dear," said his mother. She blew him a kiss 
and turned to keep walking to the house.

Bobby had been silent. "So what exactly does that mean 
Mom?" he asked Cathy.

She turned her head. "It means, handsome son of mine, 
that if I'm not already pregnant, I will be in two or 
three days if we keep doing what we did today."

"Oh," he said. "Do you want me to stop?"

She stopped and turned. Then she put her arms around 
him and kissed him soundly. "Not particularly," she 
said after the kiss. "I think you'd make a wonderful 
father."

"You'd do that for me?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"The idea doesn't bother me nearly as much as it 
should," she grinned.

"What about Dad?" he asked.

"If he was here, instead of there, it would be him 
knocking me up," she said simply. "But he's not here, 
where he should be." She used women's logic, which 
simply disregarded the fact that he was needed in his 
business too.

They were eating supper when Dee approached what they'd 
probably all been thinking about. 

"I suppose that one of us should sleep in my room, and 
the other in Chance's room," she said casually, as if 
she was talking about which jeans to wear the next day. 
She had on one of her husband's shirts, with nothing on 
under it.

Kathy nodded. "I believe that would probably be more 
satisfactory than the present sleeping arrangements." 
She had put on a T shirt, also with nothing under it.

Chance looked at Bobby and he smiled.

What led to what, for the next three decades, would be 
known among the four as "the accident" was that Chance 
automatically thought that his mother would stay in her 
room, and that Cathy would come to sleep with Bobby in 
Chance's room. The problem was that Dee had been 
thinking about that and had a yen to get bedded by her 
son in HIS bed. So, when it was time for bed and the 
two women were undressing for the night's... 
exercises... Dee told Cathy to stay there and that 
she'd send Bobby to Dee's bedroom when she got there.

Cathy decided to wait for Bobby in the moonlight. She 
thought that would be more romantic, because her pale 
body would show up well in the lunar light streaming 
through the window. True, her face would be in the 
shadows, but that was no problem.

And, as Chance walked up the dark hallway, he passed 
who he THOUGHT was his aunt on her way to HIS room to 
sleep with Bobby.

When he walked into his mother's dark bedroom and saw 
her white body spread on the bed for him, his body 
proved that he could get hard at least four times a 
day. He was suddenly horny as hell, and leapt on the 
bed. In less time than it takes to write about it, he 
had his cock notched in what he thought was his 
mother's pussy mouth and bored in. 

Like he had the first time earlier that day, Chance 
didn't try to control himself. He figured he'd be able 
to get it up again, as hard as he was now. So he 
started pounding his 'mother' almost viciously, 
bouncing her off the bed. It wasn't until he leaned 
down to sample a nipple that he realized something was 
wrong. The breasts he was suckling at were too big to 
be his mother's.

As for Cathy, she recognized this wasn't her son as 
soon as he was hunched over her with the tip of his 
dick between her vulva. He was too big to be her son. 
She took a breath to say something and was then 
skewered with Chance's thick cock. The air rushed out 
of her and by the time she got another breath in he was 
pounding her so hard all she could do was hang on to 
his shoulders. His was only the third penis she'd ever 
had in her. Rudy was small by comparison to Bobby. 

Bobby was small compared to Chance, who she thought 
this had to be. And he was longer too. The tip of his 
cock dug into her cervix hard, almost painfully. This 
caused her to make very loud sounds of intense passion, 
crying out into the dark as she was ROYALLY fucked. 
Then, just as she was fully grasping the idea that this 
was Chance and not Bobby, he groaned and packed her 
womb full of nephew nectar. She felt the heat of it as 
he groaned and suddenly welcomed that too. It flashed 
through her mind that she was a slut, but she just 
accepted that fact too.

Chance collapsed on top of the woman he now knew had to 
be his Aunt Cathy. Her hands were running up and down 
his back and there came a whisper in his ear, "Don't 
you even take the time to find out who you're fucking 
before you fuck her?"

He moaned, "Ohhh Aunt Cathy I thought you were my mom." 
He started to get up.

Cathy hugged him. "You're not going anywhere buster. 
It's MY turn now. Roll over. I'm getting on top." As 
she settled down on Chance's still mostly hard prick 
and began rocking toward her own orgasm, she said, "I 
wonder what's happening in YOUR room?"

What was happening in Chance's room was similar to what 
had just happened in Dee's room, though it got there by 
a different route.

When Dee walked in and Bobby turned around, already 
hard, expecting to see his mother, she stopped. 

"Where's Chance?" she asked. 

Bobby looked at his naked aunt. She was so different 
than his mother, so much slimmer and athletic looking. 
She had a hard body. "He just went to your room." he 
said.

Dee and Bobby had just made it into the hallway when 
screams of passion came from Dee's room. It was 
obviously Cathy and she was obviously having the time 
of her life. By the time Bobby and his aunt actually 
got to the door and opened it, Chance was jetting his 
cum into Bobby's mother.

When Dee heard Cathy say she was getting on top, she 
pulled Bobby back into the hallway and closed the door 
quietly. She turned around and put her arms around her 
nephew. 

"I'm horny Bobby," she said.

Bobby slid his hand between her legs. "I know where 
there's a bed," he whispered.

Three minutes later Bobby's iron hard prick was buried 
in Dee's welcoming pussy and he lunged into her much 
like Chance had lunged into HIS aunt. The experience of 
fucking his beautiful Aunt Dee had him spurting in only 
a little longer time than it had taken Chance.

Once again, the couples were insatiable. Both women 
asked their lovers to stay with them all night, and 
both boys readily agreed. By morning both women were as 
cum-soaked as they had been just before supper the 
previous evening. Neither woman was used to that kind 
of treatment, and both stepped gingerly for an hour or 
two, if not a little bowlegged.

Cathy got to the kitchen first and put coffee on. As 
she was looking into the refrigerator for bacon Dee 
shuffled into the room. Cathy turned around and looked 
at her sister. 

"You know this is crazy," said Cathy.

"I know it used to be crazy," replied Dee. "Now it's 
insane."

"What are we going to do?" asked Cathy.

"I don't know about you, but I'm having the best time 
I've had since college," said Dee.

"Oh I understand that perfectly," smiled Cathy. Rarely 
does a woman of thirty-three have all the sex she could 
desire from two strong and virile lovers... and at the 
drop of a hat. "But it's going to lead to something I'm 
not sure we're prepared to deal with."

"You mean what are we going to tell Tom and Rudy when 
our bellies get big?" asked Dee.

Cathy just nodded.

"Well..." said Dee, "I think I'm going to tell him the 
truth. Or PART of the truth anyway. As far as I'm 
concerned, your son and I lost control of ourselves 
during a breeding session and things just... happened."

"You're not going to tell him about Chance?" asked 
Cathy.

"I think he might forgive me for Bobby," said Dee. "I 
don't think he would if he thought it was Chance."

"I think Rudy would react the same way. But won't it 
seem suspicious that we BOTH lost control and mated 
with our nephews?"

"I think that, if you can show Rudy what happens during 
breeding, and then show him how you FEEL during 
breeding, and then do with HIM what you did... once or 
twice" she grinned "with his nephew, he'll get the idea 
of what it must have been like. And, if they want to 
know why we didn't partner with our sons, we'll just 
tell them we DID and it got too close to losing control 
with THEM too."

Cathy thought for a minute. "You know, I never told 
anybody this, but Rudy has sort of role played a few 
times in bed, pretending to be a stranger and asking me 
to... let the 'stranger' seduce me. He gets wild when 
he, as the 'stranger' hears me say he can touch me 
where only my husband has touched me. If I handle this 
right he might even like the idea. I mean he'd kill me 
if I let a stranger between my legs, but his 
nephew...?"

Dee nodded. "You know, we haven't talked about just 
stopping."

Cathy barked a laugh. "I couldn't stop now if Rudy was 
right here. I've fallen in love with my own son and my 
nephew to boot. I understand completely those idiot men 
in other cultures who want to have multiple wives. 
Right now I want to have multiple husbands. Isn't that 
CRAZY?"

"It's NOT crazy. I was thinking the exact same thing 
last night when Bobby woke me up in the middle of the 
night. I wanted to be waked up every night like that, 
and not necessarily by the same man."

***

Five weeks later the breeding was done. All the mares 
had been bred three times, just to make sure, and each 
time was with a different stallion chosen for his 
suitability to produce the strongest, most valuable 
offspring.

Neither Cathy nor Dee had a period the entire time. 
Neither had bled since before breeding season. 

There were, indeed, some tense moments when the 
husbands found out they'd not only been cuckold, but 
that their wives lovers had impregnated them as well. 
Tom, being in Congress, couldn't afford the scandal of 
making an issue of it and, when he found out the man 
who'd gotten to his wife's womb was his nephew, he for 
sure couldn't make it public. Neither was a divorce the 
politically correct thing to do.

There was another tense moment when, after she 
delivered twins and Tom came in to find them suckling 
at her breasts, it was obvious they were NOT Bobby's 
babies. Their resemblance to Chance's baby photos was 
so close that he thought he'd been caught in a time 
warp. But, as he looked at his unfaithful wife, who was 
obviously in love with her new children, and he 
realized that they really were of his own bloodline, he 
choked down his anger. She had, after all, managed the 
production of not only the finest crop of foals the 
ranch had ever seen, but a mighty fine crop of Brooks 
babies as well.

As for Rudy, Cathy had pegged him perfectly. Once he 
found out it wasn't a stranger who had crawled between 
his wife's legs, he found the concept so exciting that 
he gave her permission to keep doing it... as long as 
he could fuck her afterwards. To give Tom a cooling off 
period, Chance was invited to come and stay with the 
Tanners until he had to go back to school. Then it got 
a little weird because once Chance went back to school 
they suddenly couldn't play the game he loved so much. 
Rudy was also secretly proud that his son had knocked 
up his sister-in-law (or so had been confessed) and, in 
the end, it was actually Rudy's idea to ask his wife is 
she'd consider letting Bobby take Chance's place in the 
fantasy.

Cathy acted horrified, but then hinted that, during 
breeding, there had been some uncomfortable attraction 
between them, and that they'd fought that off, but for 
him, for being so understanding, she would consider 
letting Bobby into her bed. But only as long as it was 
OK with Bobby. Of course she got to Bobby first and 
prepped him for the acting job that he then performed 
flawlessly.

In no time Bobby was once again lying with his mother, 
grunting as he powered more sperm into her swollen 
belly.

Cathy's little girl was born six and a half months 
later. She had dark hair, just like her "brother." She 
had a strawberry birth mark on her left heel... just 
like her "brother." She had green eyes like his, and 
her blood type was the same as his. 

Rudy, never the sharpest tack in the box anyway, was 
heard to say that Bobby and little Jennifer looked so 
much alike that they obviously both had the same 
father. He then hypothesized that he had impregnated 
his wife just before she went to the ranch.

Cathy just let him believe it.   

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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