When I decided to post the stories of my life, I felt there were 3 things which might make my life interesting and somewhat unique to most people's experiences. The first was the amazing playground at our park, where men came to pay kids for play sex. I couldn't imagine something like that existing in very many places. The second was growing up playing sex with my dozen wonderful nieces who were so close to me in age. The third was the cultural environment into which I was born which I've come to think of as the Nelson culture.

Other things like fucking my sister, I have spent my entire life assuming everybody did. That's the thing: you go through life unable to discuss these things even with friends, and so you make assumptions. A brother and sister, both about the same age, both wanting to learn about sex, why would they not learn from each other? They live together in the same house where there is ample opportunity to experiment with each other, they know each other inside out so there should be no embarrassment over each other's nudity, so why in the world would anyone not take advantage of that? Even today when I know my assumption was wrong, I still don't understand why. I stopped fucking Joy when I began squirting real cum. That makes perfect sense to me. To have not fucked her at all makes no sense that I can find.

My assumption that kids growing up in the post-war years all played sex with men has proved basically accurate. About 30% of the people corresponding with me are women, many who were little girls in these post-war years, and I have yet to hear from one who was not played with as a little girl. None were raped because kids didn't get raped back then. When a man felt lust for a kid, all he had to do was pick a little girl up, carry her behind a bush, and use the little girl to relieve his lust. The experience was good for both, and afterwards the little girl could run off to tell her friends while the man was able to go on about his business.

One assumption I never made was that most people had been born into a family quite like mine. That there were families which began having babies before the Depression, knocked off during the Depression, and then resumed having babies after the Depression, that I knew existed. For me as a child, my family structure was wonderful. My grown and married siblings began producing all my wonderful nieces for me to play with at just the right time when I was a little boy. They made me feel like the luckiest kid who had ever been born.

But the men who came to our house to play sex with us little kids, I was pretty sure not many people had experienced that growing up. Other kids may have grown up in a home place like mine, playing at home alone on a secluded country road outside of town where they were fair game for any man who wanted to come get them, but I could not imagine that many men actually found and played sex with them. The men who found me and my sister Joy knew where we were and knew they were free to do what they wanted with us. They were our father's cousins from his mother's side of the family, a family with a family culture of playing sex with kids.


Our father moved the family back to Our Town, the place he had grown up, in 1938, the year Joy was born. He was a long distance truck driver, and in those days a trip coast to coast and back could take weeks, sometimes longer if any serious problem like throwing a piston in the engine, not uncommon in those days, was encountered. The reason for the move, he told us, was in order for us to have family nearby in case needed while he was out on the road.

With the help of his Nelson cousins, father found the perfect place for us to live, a mile or two west of town in the direction of the Nelson farms on a small country road that only extended to serve maybe a half-dozen farms beyond us and thus had almost no traffic whatsoever.

I say the perfect place in retrospect, because now I know what our father and his Nelson cousins were really looking for when they selected it: seclusion and privacy, a place where those Nelson men could come after my mother and sisters and no one would know.

The place had been a dairy farm but father managed to carve out only the living quarters part of the farm, a few acres facing the road outlined on three sides by tall poplar trees adding to the privacy of the place. The front unfenced yard had several large oak trees, and beside the house was a detached car garage while the outbuildings of the farm lay behind the house. It was pretty rundown when we moved in, but with the help of his grown sons father had the place fixed up and painted in no time.

Again with the help of the Nelsons, mother found a job in town at the bank, and by the time the war ended she was well established with Our Town's leading realty agency, a nice job for a lady in those days. The older brothers worked with dad driving trucks or were put to work on the Nelsons' farms.

With mom and my brothers out of the way and father out on the road, the Nelson men were free to come after the girls, 12-year old Abby, 8-year old Hazel, and 4-year old Fran, who were now home alone. They came with gifts, pretty things for little girls, and treats, exciting things in 1938 when the family had so little, they came laughing and joking, having fun, and the seduction was easy. Gorgeous Abby was the only one to put up a fight, Abby always put up a fight, but they held her down on the bed and took turns fucking her. Then they took her into town and bought her pretty clothes, lipstick and perfume. When they returned home, Abby let them fuck her all they wanted. Two years later when Hazel turned 10, she was begging to be fucked. By the time my earliest memories begin, my pretty sister Fran was 11 or 12 and fucking. Fran dearly loved fucking and I recall times of a half-dozen Nelson cousins surrounding her bed gang-banging her all day. When she became pregnant at age 14, one of the Nelson cousins married her and my niece Carolyn was born soon after, my 4th niece after Lexi, Cheryl and Laurie.

The Nelson men were always happy, and happy to do what they could for the girls. They pampered the girls, taking them shopping and buying them nice things. They took them to the movies and out to eat, and they took them on outings like swimming and boating. They brought them home with them to play with their kids, and the girls came to see play sex and fucking as a way of life.

That's the way the Nelson men were, and we loved them for it. Even when I came along, as a baby they would stick their cocks in my mouth and let me suck them off while little Joy screamed and clapped with delight. This was the world Joy and I were born into, and we both thought it was the most perfect, wonderful world there had ever been, and so did our older sisters.


Out past our place were the four main Nelson farms, one where Uncle Hubbard and Aunt Clemmie lived, one where Uncle Claude and Aunt Mazie lived, one where Uncle Jesse and Aunt Nattie lived, and one where Uncle Clifford and Aunt Margery lived, all of them within walking or biking distance for Joy and me. In addition there were farms scattered all over the countryside belonging to cousins and sons-in-law of the Nelsons.

There were 16 sons of the old uncles who still lived in the area with their families, but there were also the families of the daughters and we were fair game for the men of all these families, as well. The Nelson family was everywhere, and they all knew who we were and that we were available to them. By the time Joy and I came along, many of the children of the original Nelson sons and daughters, most of whom were the age of our older siblings, had grown up, and they too came for us.

The huge extended Nelson family was full of kids; it seemed like there were hundreds of them and maybe there were, and so there were plenty of kids available to take care of all the Nelson men and I don't think our house was targeted any more than any of the other Nelson homes. Joy and I played with many of these kids and we saw that they, too, were sex toys for the men. I have a vivid memory of us going to play with Hap Lane's kids, Billie Jo and Patricia, because it was fun to watch their two teenaged brothers fucking their mother. We witnessed a number of boys fucking their mommies, and it made us feel like our family was a bit of an outcast family because ours wasn't like everyone else's.


My father Joe was one of the happiest and funniest men I've ever met, and it is strange now to think he once fucked Grandma Sally, his mother, and my 4 aunts, his sisters Clara, Maggie, Codie, and Stella (named after the daughter of Grandpa Nelson). I have an old photo of the 4 sisters hanging in my living room taken in 1901 and they were really pretty girls. I suspect dad had fun when he was a boy.

Joe moved away from the Nelsons when he married Laura, daughter of the fire-breathing Baptist preacher. With her upbringing he knew she would never accept the Nelson way of life, so he and Laura settled near her father to begin their family. The Nelson men were constantly on Joe to bring pretty Laura back along with his pretty daughters, but he resisted for a long time, knowing the preacher's daughter would never accept the Nelson culture.

Our mother was one of those women you cannot imagine ever saying the word, "Damn," in her life. That would be blasphemy. She prided herself in her uprightness, her demeanor and morality. She was the very seat of respectability, careful never to say anything that might possibly be misconstrued as off-color or, heaven forbid, sexual. She was a pretty woman, beautiful in her youth, but she would lower her head and blush if even a lady friend said, "You look lovely today, Laura." That was part of her upbringing in the home of her hell-fire-and-damnation Baptist preacher father.

The Nelson family was highly religious, good fundamental Baptists as mother was, so I should reiterate that. She had that in common with them. It was the sexual permissiveness stemming back to Grandpa Nelson, something he fully believed was sanctioned by God Himself, which concerned our father because Laura's father taught the antithesis of that belief, that sex was sinful and women were the root of man's sinfulness.

My thought today is that father would never have moved the family back unless he already had the plan for our mother's seduction in place in his mind along with an agreement from his Nelson cousins as to how the plan was to be executed. I can't imagine otherwise because our mother was hardcore in her beliefs which aligned perfectly with those of her preacher father. Our father would never have risked bringing her back to his Nelson family unless he had a plan he believed would work.

For us kids, moving back was the greatest thing our father could have done. We dearly loved the Nelson men, absolutely adored them. The Nelson men may have enjoyed having sex with kids, but they also loved kids, truly enjoyed being around kids, playing and laughing with them, doing things for them. It was the Nelson men who taught me how to hunt and fish and bought me my first ball glove. They took us into town and on fun vacation trips, they bought us toys and clothes, they took us camping and swimming, they did everything with us kids and we dearly loved them. It was fun sucking their cocks because it felt like the least we could do for everything they did for us.

And of all the Nelson men, Hubert was our favorite, a big, handsome young man who worked as a traveling salesman, driving around our area of the country selling medical supplies to doctors' offices and clinics. When he would come driving into our yard, Joy and I would drop what we were doing to go running into his arms, squealing with joy as we kissed and hugged him as he carried us laughingly into the house to take off our clothes. Hubert was a big, handsome, happy man who everyone, men, women, and children, loved to see coming because he was an absolute delight to be around.

Our home, secluded out there on a small, barely used country road, was originally a small farm house which had been added to, room by room, until it sprawled all over the place. The original house consisted of a living room in the middle front with a bedroom along with its own bathroom on the right side. That's where mother slept. On the left side was the kitchen and dining area, and behind the kitchen two bedrooms had been added, stacked such that you had to go through one bedroom to get to the other. That's where the sisters slept. When they grew up and got married, Joy moved into the first of these and the back one was basically shut off, used for storage. A long hallway ran alongside these bedrooms culminating in a large room with a bathroom and separate entrance which we called the bunkhouse. This was where the brothers slept, and when they moved away I had the bunkhouse all to myself.


That sets the stage for me to describe what I now believe was our father's plan when he chose to move the family back to his mother's family, the Nelsons. Earlier I described the place he and his Nelson cousins found for us to live as the perfect place, and the layout of our house which I just detailed added to that perfection: even the bedrooms were isolated.

A few months after our family moved into the house and got settled in, late one night while everyone was fast asleep in their various bedrooms, cousin Hubert slipped into the house through the front screen door and entered mom's bedroom to the right where she lay sleeping. Stripping off his clothes, he slipped in beside her, and with his hand covering her mouth to muffle any screams, he pulled up her gown, rolled on top of her, and rammed his cock deep inside her pussy. Then he held on while mom came awake fighting and struggling and trying to scream. "Calm down, Laura, it's me, Hubert," he kept quietly repeating until at last she got her wits, looking up at him in total bewilderment. Once she recognized him, Hubert took his hand away so she could speak.

"What are you doing, Hubert?" she demanded. "Have you lost your mind?"

"I'm so sorry, Laura," Hubert said softly. "I couldn't help myself. I had to have you."

Mom was in her late 30s, back then, some 10 years older than Hubert, a pretty, full-bodied woman who prided herself in her figure and appearance. She was the preacher's daughter so she dressed conservatively, but nonetheless she took pride in how she looked.

"What?" she said, still trying to clear the sleep from her head. "What are you talking about, Hubert? What are you doing?" pushing and trying to wriggle out from under him. "Get off of me!" she demanded.

"I can't," Hubert said, holding her in place, "I'm so sorry, I'm so embarrassed, but I can't help myself. You're driving me crazy."

"Driving you crazy?" she asked, still fighting against him. "What are you talking about, driving you crazy?"

"You're just so beautiful and sexy, Laura," Hubert said, "and the way you dress fills me with lust. Your body is so sexy, your full breasts, your narrow waist and those wonderful hips, that body of yours fills me with lust for you, and your beautiful face is so perfect, the way you do your eyes and cheeks and those hot, sexy lips of yours. I look at you and I go crazy, I want you so bad. I have to have you. I am so sorry, Laura." He sounded like he was about to cry, but his cock stayed rock hard inside her pussy.


This was the brilliant strategy my father had come up with. Our mother had grown up listening to her hell-fire Baptist preacher of a father saying exactly the same thing. Women were the tools of the devil, luring men into sinful lust with their seductive faces and sexual dress showing off their siren bodies. Who can blame a man for falling into a woman's clutches when she seduces him like that? How can a man keep himself from fornicating with her when she fills his heart with lust? It is women who are the root of men's sinfulness. Our mother grew up listening to her father preaching this same message she was now hearing from Hubert.

And mom fell for Hubert's story, hook, line and sinker. She felt shame. Her father had been telling her this exact thing since the day she was born.


"Oh, Hubert, oh Hubert," she said, finally relaxing her body as she reached to touch his sad, embarrassed face. "You poor man. I had no idea I was doing that to you. I'm so sorry."

Hubert had her now, and he knew it. "I don't know what to do, Laura," he said, gently beginning to fuck her. "You are the devil's temptation. I want you so much I can't help myself. I'm so sorry. I feel awful."

"No, no!" mom insisted. "It's my fault, not yours. I'm the one who should apologize to you. I know it's my fault."

"Oh Laura," Hubert said, beginning to slam his cock into her. "Look what you're making me do," he said, pounding his cock into her. "Can you feel that? I'm going to cum in you, Laura. I can't help myself. I have to get the lust out of me. I'm so sorry."

"That's okay, Hubert," mom said, the fingertips of both hands now touching Hubert's face. "You do what you have to do. I understand."

"Oh God, your pussy feels so good!" Hubert groaned, tensing into orgasm. "I'm cumming now!"

"That's good, Hubert," mom said, her eyes on his straining face as she felt his cum gushing into her. "Get all that lust out of your body. Get it all out."

Finally, he collapsed down on her, his face lying next to hers, his hot, gasping breath against her ear. "Oh God, that felt so good, Laura," he said softly, his breath panting. "I've wanted to fuck you for so long. I've dreamed of this moment, lying on top of you with my cock inside you. I am so wicked."

"No, you're not, Hubert," mom said, her hand on the back of his head comforting him. "You're a good, Christian man, I know that. I'm ashamed of myself for leading you astray like this."

"I don't know what to do, Laura," Hubert said, bringing his hands up to caress the full breasts beneath the thin cotton gown. "I look at these," he said, squeezing his fingers into the breasts, "and they drive me crazy. You're such a hot, sexy woman."

"It's the way I dress," mom said, "and I know better." She shook her head, getting mad at herself as she thought about it. "I buy brassieres to show off my bust and tight girdles to show off my waist. I wear dresses to show off my figure." She shook her head more violently. "I am so full of pride and vanity, God forgive me."

"I don't know what to do, Laura," Hubert pleaded, egging her on as his hand slipped down her side, feeling of her hips before returning to the other breast. He kissed over her neck and on to her face as his fingers kneaded into the breasts. "You're so beautiful, such a hot, sexy temptress."

"I wear too much makeup," mom said, continuing her self-criticism, "I know I do." She shook her head yet again. "I've been so sinful."

"Oh, Laura," Hubert said, lifting his head to look down over her face. He felt his cock pulsing harder again. "I am so full of lust for you, I don't know what to do. Can you feel me growing inside you again? I'm such a wicked man." He looked like he would burst out in tears.

"Oh no, Hubert," mom said, her hands cupping his face. "You poor, sweet man. It's me who is wicked, me leading you astray. Don't blame yourself!"

"I can't help myself, Laura" Hubert said, as his hips slowly began to rotate and pump his cock into her. "Lust overwhelms me. I'm so ashamed. Please forgive me, Laura, I have to get the lust out of me."

"I understand, Hubert," mom said, her hands resting on his shoulders as he pumped harder into her, "I promise I do. Don't blame yourself, blame me."

"Sweet lady," Hubert said, lowering himself back down on to her and kissing her cheek. He was thrusting hard and deep, his hot breath heavy in her ear. "I feel so wicked," he said, speaking softly into her ear. "Can you feel my wickedness pumping into you?"

"I feel it," mom said, her arms curling around his neck, "and it's okay. You do what you must do, sweet man."

"It feels so good," Hubert said, "so very good." His fingers squeezed into her breasts. "Can you feel it, Laura? Can you feel it?"

"I can feel it," mom said, lifting an arm to encircle his neck.

Hubert could feel her breathing harder and he worked to suppress his orgasm. "Help me, Laura, help me get all this lust out. Please help me."

"Oh, dear man," mom said, "of course I will help," wrapping her legs around his as her breath came harder and faster. "Empty your lust out, sweet man," wrapping her other arm around Hubert's neck, her hips rotating upward into the thrusting cock.

Hubert was on fire as he felt mom's heat. "Oh Laura," he whispered into her ear. "Feel my cock inside you. Feel it fucking you. Feel how good it feels. Fuck it for me, Laura. Fuck all the wickedness out of me."

As he continued, mom's hips bucked up into the cock as it slammed into her, bringing small grunting sounds from deep inside her throat. She could feel her body flushing, beginning to orgasm. "Give it to me," she gasped, digging her fingers into his back. Her breath came hoarsely, and she felt the electric wave of orgasm coursing through her even as she fought to control it. Her body trembled and shook with the pleasure of the huge orgasm. "Oh God, give it to me," she pleaded, her legs wrapping his jerking upward, driving the cock deeper into her.

With a tremor, Hubert tensed into orgasm. "I'm cumming, Laura," he said, starting to shake. "Feel my cum in your pussy. Feel it."

"I feel it," mom moaned, her eyes squeezed shut as the waves of orgasm flowed through her. "I feel it," she moaned again, "give it to me."

Hubert's body stayed tense as he fought to get one more drop of cum into mom. And then he collapsed, rolling to the side of mom as both of them gasped for air, their bodies wet with hot sweat.

As soon as mom was able, she asked, "Do you feel better now?"

"No," Hubert said through his heavy breathing. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to do it again, Laura. I hope you don't mind."

Reaching over to lay a hand on his cheek, mom smiled, saying, "Do what you have to do, sweet man."

The next night, mom woke as Hubert slipped back into bed with her, and she helped him strip off her nightgown and toss it aside.


As luck would have it, Hubert's wife Cora was mom's best friend, and Cora came to the house to ask, "Laura, why have you been avoiding me?" Mom's face blushed a crimson red as it fell down into her hands and she began sobbing uncontrollably, unable to look at her friend. "There, there, Laura," Cora said, taking mom into her arms. "You should have just told me," soothingly stroking mom's back as she sobbed into Cora's chest. There was no need for mom to explain why she was upset because Cora already knew.

"I know how men are and so do you," Cora said. "They can't control themselves. I'm not upset with you and I'm not upset with Hubert. You're a beautiful, alluring woman and of course he wants you. There is nothing you can do. That's the way men are. It doesn't hurt anything if you let him into your bed. That's what we women are supposed to do. That's why God made us as He did, to satisfy man's lust. So don't cry, sweetheart, you only did what God intended for you to do."

Once again, this ploy worked well. If there was one thing mom wanted, it was to serve Almighty God. As mom's sobbing came under control, Cora said, "Laura, let's go right now out to talk to Aunt Nattie." Aunt Nattie, short for Natalie, was Uncle Jesse's wife and most respected of all the uncles' wives. "Aunt Nattie can explain things better than I can, so let's go see her right now, okay? I can't stand seeing you so upset."

Aunt Nattie was another part of the setup for mom. When they arrived at the farm, Aunt Clemmie was there (short for Clementine), who was Uncle Hubbard's wife, Aunt Margery, who was Uncle Cliff's wife, and Louise, who was the pretty wife of Will Nelson, one of the sons. 3 elderly sages, the wives of my uncles, and one more wife close to mom's age to join with Cora, 5 ladies who sat down to have a discussion with mom about men. Aunt Nattie led the discussion, explaining God's plan for women as the objects of men's desire and their duty to satisfy that desire. "Jesse," she called to her husband, "get up and come over here." (Uncle Jesse and his brothers would have been about 65 then, as would their wives.) As Jesse came walking up, Aunt Nattie asked, "Jesse, look at Laura. Do you have lust in your heart for her?"

"Oh, God yes," Uncle Jesse said, reaching down to grasp his cock through his pants as his lustful eyes traveled up and down mom's face and body. Mom blushed beet red, seeing him grab his cock, and turned her head.

"Do you see what I mean, Laura?" Aunt Nattie asked. "God made you a beautiful, seductive woman on purpose. He gifted you with your alluring beauty to better do His bidding, to take men's sinful lust out of their body and into yours so God can wipe it away and leave us all clean in Spirit. That's His plan for us women, to take a man's sinful lust into our body so He can wipe it away and make us all, men and women, clean again. Can you see that now?"

"Yes, I can see it now," mom said, feeling better about herself.

"And when you withhold your body from a man," Aunt Nattie continued, "you violate God's intention for you, you leave the man dirty with his sinful lust still inside. When you withhold yourself, you sin in the eyes of God. Can you see that it is a sin for you to withhold yourself?"

"Yes, I can see that it is," mom answered, sitting up straighter in her chair.

"Now Jesse," Aunt Nattie said, addressing her husband again, "you say that you have lust in your heart for sweet, beautiful Laura?"

"Yes I do," Jesse answered, "I want her bad." His cock had swollen hard in anticipation, standing out clearly as it pushed against his pants. Mom tried not to look.

"Then take Laura into our bedroom and relieve your lust into her," Aunt Nattie commanded. "Get it out of your body," and turning to take mom's hand into hers as she looked lovingly into her eyes, she added, "Sweet Laura is ready to receive it."

"Oh no, I can't!" mom cried, suddenly trembling and frightened. Her eyes looked toward the front door, wanting to run for it.

"It's okay, dear," Aunt Nattie laughed, standing in front of mom to take her hands and help her stand, "I'll go with you. Remember you are doing God's Will. Always remember that." All the women accompanied mom and Jesse into the bedroom to watch him give her the first fucking. Then they retired back into Aunt Nattie's kitchen for coffee and cake as Uncle Jesse kept mom in the bedroom pumping out his lust into her several times.


The following morning, mom was in her house dress when a knock came from her kitchen door. Opening to see Will, Bud, Clarence, Uncle Claude and Uncle Cliff standing there, it only took a second for her to realize why. "Oh no," she said, shaking her head as she backed away.

Cliff burst out laughing as he entered the door. "What in the world?" Laura, he said, reaching for her hand. "You look like a ghost showed up!" He was laughing so hard she relaxed a little, thinking she must have misinterpreted the men's intent. "We just stopped by for a cup of coffee," he laughed. "You wouldn't begrudge us a cup of coffee, would you, Laura?"

Now mom was embarrassed over her reaction, her face blushing red. "Of course not," she said. "Please come in," turning to walk to the stove where the coffee pot sat.

As she reached for it, she discovered that Will and Bud had come up on each side of her. "Let me do that," Will said, taking her hand from the coffee pot.

"No, no," mom said as their hands seized her arms to begin pulling her back toward the kitchen table. "No, no, you can't," she begged, tears coming into her eyes as the two men backed her up against the table. "Please don't." She was starting to cry now.

"I don't know what you're getting all upset about, Laura," bandy-legged Cliff chuckled as he stepped up to her, his hands surrounding her waist. "Have a seat, sweetheart," he said, lifting her bottom up on to the table.

Bud and Will held her arms firmly to the sides as she fought to free herself. "Please don't," she begged, tears flowing down her face as Cliff began unbuttoning the front of the house dress.

"Laura, Laura!" Cliff chided, continuing to undo the buttons. "I swear, I don't know what you're getting so worked up over." He looked up at her frightened, tear-streaked eyes as his hands continued their work. "Look at that pretty face of yours, girl, getting all worked up like that."

Mom was boohooing, crying hard as Cliff finished and spread her house dress wide. "Look here, boys," Cliff said, bursting out laughing, "she's naked as a jaybird underneath. Tell the truth, Laura, did you know we were coming?" He was laughing as he stepped back to begin undoing his pants while the men began pawing over her body.

"Please don't," mom cried. "In God's name, please don't."

"Hold her legs, boys," Cliff said, lowering his pants and underwear while Clarence and Uncle Claude wrapped their arms around her lower legs, lifting and spreading them. "Look what your Uncle Cliff brought you, pretty girl," he said, pulling at his throbbing cock.

"Oh God, oh God!" mom screamed, turning her face away a she twisted and tugged, trying violently to break free.

"Now, settle down, girl," Cliff said, moving up between the legs and pushing her hips down against the table to still the squirming. "All us boys have been dying to do this since we first laid eyes on you, Laura," he laughed, fitting the head of his cock into her slit. "I'd think a pretty girl like you would be honored to have so many men hankering after her," he laughed, taking her hips with both hands as he carefully positioned himself closer to maximize his thrust into her.

"Mmm, mmm," he chuckled, "I've sure been looking forward to this, honey," and with a powerful upward thrust of his hips, Cliff rammed his cock deep up into her pussy as mom screamed and the men hurrahed.

"You got her stuck good now, Uncle Cliff!" Bud called out enthusiastically, his arm wrapped around mom's to hold it as his fingers clenched into the flesh of her breast. "Give it to her, fuck her good and proper."

"Yeah, and hurry up," laughed young Will, holding her other arm. "Give us boys a chance at her."

"Now, settle down, boys," Cliff laughed. "We've got all day to poke her, and then you can come get you some more anytime you want." With his cock buried in her pussy, Cliff took her face in both hands to hold it toward him. "Now, you relax and enjoy it, darling. We're going to be fucking you all day long, aren't we, boys?" He smiled at her. "We're going to fuck you a few times here at the table first to settle you down, and then we're going to take you into the bedroom so we can have at you proper." He laughed as he began pumping his cock into her. "Now, tell me you're not going to love it."

Mom was already exhausted by the time she was carried into the bedroom, but she continued to fight the urge to relax and let it feel good. Despite herself, when Will with his magnificent cock crawled on top and began to fuck, mom began to orgasm. "That's my girl," Cliff said, petting her face as he held her head between his legs. She had stopped fighting entirely when Bud mounted her, and orgasmed yet again.

As the men sat eating their lunch, mom found herself wanting them to hurry so they could get back into the bedroom. She was having the best day of her life, rejoicing in God's sweet love and the feel of five hard cocks pumping into her. From then on, she was a Nelson woman.


Mom made herself available to the Nelson family, but she chose to shield her participation from her children and the Nelson family agreed to observe the restriction. Even now, knowing that I lost the opportunity to fuck my mother, something I would have loved to have done, I think it was the best decision under the circumstances. Doing otherwise had the potential to tear our family apart. So inside our family nothing changed: our mother remained the very proper preacher's daughter we had always known.

Mom must have known the Nelson men were using her children sexually. We went to great lengths to shield our sexual activities from her, and now I know that she knew pretty much everything Joy and I were doing. As youngsters, Joy and I knew she spent much of her free time with the Nelson women. Every time we turned around she was driving off with one, which was fine with us because it left us free to do what we wanted. Now I know Hap's daughter Billie Jo's two brothers whom I used to love watch fucking their mother were also fucking my mother.

Things like that are strange thoughts, but I feel glad for mom. Joy and I used to worry about her: our father was gone constantly, leaving her with no one to sleep with. Because of her upbringing and the way she was religiously, we could not imagine her masturbating so we thought she must be a terribly sexually frustrated woman. Little did we know our preacher's daughter mother was regularly getting her brains fucked out. Good for her.

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