

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

Version Alpha:  Incest between the boys and their mothers.  
Version Bravo:  Incest between the boys and their sisters.  Sex
between in-laws.   Version Charlie:  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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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 in his mind his mother, with her
long brown hair, arching eyebrows, and baby blue eyes put most of
those models to shame.  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.  The 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 that would be processed that day in their assigned
stalls.   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.   lShe 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
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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.   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 strted 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.

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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 rand 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.

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As they walked toward the breeding pen Dee looked over at her
handsome son.  "How much have you helped with this before?".   "I
helped dad a couple of times.  He always worked under the horses.
 I couldn't bring myself to ... you know." he said as his boots
kicked the dirt.   "I have to tell you Chance, prepping those
stallions does things to me." said his mother.  "I may act a
little different than you're used to."   Chance stopped and
looked at his beautiful mother frankly.  "Look, Mom, you're a
beautiful woman, and I have to say I've noticed that in the past.
 But I promised and I'll do my best to behave myself.    I can't
lie to you, though, and say I've never noticed you as a woman.  I
mean I know you're my mother and all, but sometimes I see you as
a woman too."   "Well, you certainly know how to say nice things
to a woman.  But it's important that we ... um behave ourselves.
I Know we got a little carried away yesterday."   "What exactly
does that mean?" asked Chance.  His cock was already stiffening.
 Dee blushed furiously.  "You know I've never cheated on your
father." she said.   "Yes, of course" said Chance.   "And you
know I wouldn't if there was anything I could do about it."  She
wasn't looking at him.   "So you ... um ... lost control." he
said, trying to spare her the shame of admitting what she was
beating around the bush about.   "I don't have any idea how I'm
going to explain this to your father." she said glumly.   "Well,
then ... don't." said Chance.  She looked over at him and he went
on.  "Look, something happened.  It was weird and beyond your
control.  You didn't mean for it to happen.  If you tell him
about it, it will just eat at him, and you can't undo it.  So
just don't say anything."   They walked on while Dee processed
what he'd said.   They got to the pen and Dee took out the list
of which mares and stallions were to be mated.  As they started
on their first set, Chance made a suggestion.   "Maybe if you
talked about what you're doing it would make it less ... you know
.. exciting."   "We tried something like that yesterday and it
didn't work ... but OK" said Dee, sitting on the stool and
staring at the first long thick cock she was going to have to
touch today.  "OK" she said, taking a breath.  "Well, this one is
spotted.  It's kind of mostly white, with splotches of brown on
it."  She dipped her hand in the bucket and came out with the
rag.  She began washing the spotted penis.  "It feels silky
smooth and it's harder than it looks."  She ran her fingers along
the column of stiff horse flesh, leaving it mostly dry.  "OK, I
think he's ready." she said and she backed up off the stool.  
Chance took the stallion to the hobbled mare and stood back as
the horses completed their act of copulation.  Dee and Chance
watched as that long penis slid effortlessly into the mare.  Dee
sighed.   Chance said "You OK?"   "I'm hornier than a sixteen
year old virgin in a dildo factory" said his mother.  "Let's do
another one."   For Dee it was a contest of her will.  She didn't
want to stop after two sets, like they had talked about.  She
wanted to keep going to prove she could keep going.  They were on
their fourth set when Chance had to make Dee stop stroking the
horse before she jerked him off.  He pulled the stallion to one
side as his mother gave a little sound of unhappiness that the
hard cock was pulled from her hands.  Chance led the stallion to
the mare and let them go.  He turned and walked toward his Aunt.
"Maybe we need to take a break." he said.   "Maybe you need to
give your mother a hug." said his smoky-eyed mom.   Chance hugged
his mother, feeling her grind her breasts and groin into him. 
She looked up at him.  "And a kiss Chance, just one kiss?"   "If
I kiss you I might want to do some other things too." he said. 
"When I got here this morning I looked into your room to see who
was in there.  Your T shirt had sort of ridden up over your hips.
 I appreciated the view and I'm not sure that kissing you right
now is such a good idea."   Dee stared up at her handsome son. 
"You saw my ... pussy ... Chance?"  Her hands went to his sides
and she slid her hands around to his back as she embraced him. 
"That's OK sweetie.  I'm sure that if you just kiss me I'll be
OK."   Chance wanted to kiss her.  He wanted to strip her naked
and ram his cock into her.  He kissed her long and hard and they
both acted like they were dating teenagers.  Her hands slid to
his buttocks and his flitted all over the place, touching her
everywhere as she wiggled and made herself available to touch.  
There was noise from across the stall and they looked.  The
stallion was mounting the mare again.    Working in the pen had
affected Chance too.  Seeing his mother stroking the huge horse
cocks and seeing those cocks being screwed into vaginas, or
dripping with cum, had gotten to him just as much as it had his
mother.  As he saw what was going on, his last vestige of self
control slipped away.   "Watch them" said Chance as he pulled his
mother's ass into his erection.  He slid his hands up under her
shirt, over her smooth belly skin, to her naked breasts.  He
cupped them and found her nipples with his finger tips.  He
squeezed her nipples and she moaned, her hand darting between
them to feel his hard cock.   The stallion jumped, his hooves
landing on the mare's hindquarters.  Chance's hands dropped to
the fastening of Dee's jeans and he unbuttoned them, then
unzipped them.  He slid his hand down, between her legs and
immediately slicked a finger into her pussy as she writhed,
pressing back against him.   "I'm sooo hot!" she moaned.   "Take
your pants off" he panted.   Dee kicked her boots off and then
reached down and pulled the legs of her jeans off her feet.  In
the process she showed her naked butt to Chance, presenting
herself like a mare to a stallion.  He grabbed a horse blanket
and draped it over some hay bales and then pushed her onto it,
pressing her breasts into the blanket.  She was still facing the
mating horses.  He approached from behind, just like a stallion
and put his hands on her naked hips.  His cock hurt and he tore
his own jeans open, freeing it as he shoved them down to his
knees.   Dee craned her neck.  "Noooo Chance you can't put it in
meeeee." she whined, but she wiggled her ass at him, reaching her
hands back and pulling her ass cheeks open.  He saw her pussy
hole and it was wet.  He nosed his prick tip into her slick pussy
mouth and leaned forward, impaling her on his tool in one lunge.
  "Yes I can." he grunted.   Both of them let out a groan of
satisfaction.  Dee wormed one hand down to her pussy and began
diddling her clit as Chance started making long slow strokes, his
flesh slapping on her jiggling buttocks.   Dee had her first
orgasm about thirty seconds later.  She started working on number
two immediately and told Chance that he was doing just
wonderfully.  Seven minutes and three more orgasms later Chance
gave a long sigh and said "I can't wait any more Mom ... gonna
cum!"      "Noooo Baby you can't cum in meeeeeee" she squealed,
but her pussy milked him relentlessly.   He leaned into her,
pinning her to the hay bales, and the tip of his long, thick cock
went off, parked right next to his mother's cervix.   When it
comes to a man's normal issue of semen, it comes in varying
strengths.  Some writers (like me, for instance) occasionally use
silly terms like "man milk" to describe or identify what comes
out of a man's cock in this kind of situation.  If you were to
take that idea to extremes, it would work like this:   Some men
produce the equivalent of skim milk, runny and almost clear. 
Then you have your two and four percenters, whose sperm count is
respectably higher.  Those guys you see with six or seven kids
and a wife who smiles all the time?  They shoot whole milk ...
vitamin D fortified milk, and a woman who lies down with one of
them had better want her belly to bulge if she's not using
protection.   Now some of that is genetic, but a lot of it
depends on diet and exercise, and the general health of a man. 
Chance Brooks was in the prime of his life, healthy as a bull in
the prime of ITs life, with bulging muscles and a body fat index
of about seven percent.  Chance didn't produce four percent or
even whole milk.  Chance's balls were filled to overflowing with
raw milk, straight from the cow, cream still in it, thick and
rich and just brimming with perky, interested sperm cells just
aching to fertilize something.   And when Chance's cock provided
a conduit from his balls to his mother's cervix, what gushed
forth into and through that cervix and into her womb was the most
potent stuff her womb had ever been exposed to.  That womb
happily sucked in as much as it could hold and then gave a little
squeeze, pushing it up the attached fallopian tubes, to the egg
that was carelessly descending at the time.  That egg didn't have
a chance ... no pun intended.  It was punctured by a viable sperm
that fertilized it with ease.   The egg, predisposed for some
unknown reason, began to split, which would eventually result in
Dee giving birth to multiple live young.   Not knowing he was
already the father of twins, Chance pushed harder and kept
serving up his raw milk to his mother who was shaking hard in the
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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 thm 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.

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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.".

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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 cuckolded, 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.            The End














