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.

   Codes: mF 1st teen cons caution reluc inc mother son aunt neph het cheat
oral pett preg

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   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. 
Verson 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 beastiality, per se.  However, since
this is a story that involves horse breeding, there are elements of light
beastiality 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.

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

   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 hardon 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 will 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 squeegeed 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.

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   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 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 horses 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 hardon.  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 soemthing 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 unkown 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 cuckholded, 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.
















   
