

   CHAPTER THREE <br><br> 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.  <br><br> "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?" <br><br> "Shifts?" asked Cathy. 
<br><br> "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?" <br><br> 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.  <br><br> "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?".  <br><br> "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.  <br><br>
"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."
<br><br> 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." <br><br>
"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." <br><br> "What exactly does that mean?" asked Chance.  His
cock was already stiffening.  <br><br> Dee blushed furiously.  "You know
I've never cheated on your father." she said.  <br><br> "Yes, of course"
said Chance.  <br><br> "And you know I wouldn't if there was anything I
could do about it." She wasn't looking at him.  <br><br> "So you ...  um
... lost control." he said, trying to spare her the shame of admitting what
she was beating around the bush about.  <br><br> "I don't have any idea how
I'm going to explain this to your father." she said glumly.  <br><br>
"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." <br><br> They
walked on while Dee processed what he'd said.  <br><br> 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.  <br><br>
"Maybe if you talked about what you're doing it would make it less ...  you
know ..  exciting." <br><br> "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.  <br><br> 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.  <br><br> Chance said "You OK?" <br><br> "I'm
hornier than a sixteen year old virgin in a dildo factory" said his mother.
"Let's do another one." <br><br> 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
mother.  "Maybe we need to take a break." he said.  <br><br> "Maybe you
need to give your mother a hug." said his smoky-eyed mom.  <br><br> 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?" <br><br> "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." <br><br> 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."
<br><br> 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.  <br><br> There was noise from across the stall and
they looked.  The stallion was mounting the mare again.  <br><br> 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.  <br><br>
"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.  <br><br> 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.  <br><br> "I'm sooo hot!" she moaned.
<br><br> "Take your pants off" he panted.  <br><br> 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.  <br><br> 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.  <br><br> "Yes I can." he grunted.
<br><br> 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.  <br><br> 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!" <br><br> "Noooo Baby you can't
cum in meeeeeee" she squealed, but her pussy milked him relentlessly. 
<br><br> 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. 
<br><br> 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: <br><br> 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.  <br><br> 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.  <br><br> 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.  <br><br> Not knowing he was already the father of
twins, Chance pushed harder and kept serving up his raw milk to his mother
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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.  <br><br> He looked up at her.  "So you don't want to do that
any more." he said.  He sounded sad.  <br><br> "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?" <br><br> "I don't know.  What did they
think when you got pregnant with me?" he asked.  Teenage rationalization is
like that sometimes.  <br><br> "They knew that your father had knocked me
up, silly." his mother smiled at him.  <br><br> "So why wouldn't they think
Dad knocked you up again?" he asked.  <br><br> Cathy sat, dumbfounded. 
"You mean you WANT to make a baby in me?" she asked incredulously. 
<br><br> "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?  <br><br>
"Well, sure they would.  Except for your father.  He knows I always wear a
diaphragm with him." she explained.  <br><br> "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." <br><br> "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." <br><br> 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." <br><br> His mother
smiled.  "You masturbate BEFORE a date?" <br><br> "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." <br><br> 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.  <br><br> To be fair, it was
fully Cathy's intent to go to the bedroom and rub herself off in private.
She expected Bobby to do the same.  But Bobby's world had changed, and
something he wouldn't even have admitted doing to his mother two days ago
was now small potatoes in his mind.  In fact, doing it with her watching
would make things happen even faster.  He too had been thinking about the
women, not having squirted in one since the day before.  So he stood up,
unbuckled his jeans, dropped them and grabbed his cock.  He was jacking on
it before Cathy could even respond.  <br><br> 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.  <br><br> "Let me see you do it Mom." panted her son. 
<br><br> 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.  <br><br>
"You're pussy is so pretty." he panted.  <br><br> "You've probably seen
lots of pretty pussies." panted his mother.  <br><br> "No, Mom.  Before
yesterday I'd never seen any girl's pussy." he huffed.  <br><br> "You were
a virgin?" she asked, feeling the lust racing through her veins.  Had she
gotten her own son's cherry?" <br><br> "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. 
<br><br> "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.  <br><br>
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.  <br><br> 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.  <br><br> 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.  <br><br> 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
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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.  <br><br> 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.  <br><br> "You're not mad at me?" he
asked when she drew back.  <br><br> "I could never be mad at you." she
said. "Next time, though, I want you in bed." <br><br> "Next time?" he was
amazed.  <br><br> "Next time." she said firmly.  "But right now we'd better
get dressed.  Cathy and Bobby will be wondering what's going on." <br><br>
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.  <br><br>
"You filled me up." she said, feeling the crotch of her jeans getting wet
as his spunk seeped out of her into the cloth.  <br><br> "I was excited."
he said.  <br><br> "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.
<br><br> "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."
<br><br> "Oh my" she said.  "What am I going to tell Tom when he finds out
I'm pregnant?" <br><br> "You're pregnant!?" asked an astonished Chance. 
<br><br> "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." <br><br> "What about Bobby and Aunt Cathy?" asked Chance.  <br><br>
"Based on what happened yesterday ...  and just now ..." she said.  "I
expect Bobby will be doing that a lot too." <br><br> "With you?" his voice
rose a little.  <br><br> Dee stopped and kissed her son hotly, slipping her
tongue into his mouth.  When she broke the kiss she asked "Are you
jealous?" <br><br> 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."
<br><br> "And did you think about getting into your Aunt's pussy then too?"
asked Dee.  <br><br> "Yes ma'am I did." he admitted.  <br><br> "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.  <br><br> 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. 
<br><br> 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.  <br><br> "What have you two been doing up here?" she asked.
<br><br> Cathy blushed, but didn't say anything.  <br><br> Bobby was
sharper.  "You guys have sure been gone a long time.  I thought you were
only going to do two stallions." <br><br> 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." <br><br>
Cathy turned then, her eyes wide.  "Really?" she was breathless.  <br><br>
"Ohhh yeah." said Dee with a satisfied smirk.  <br><br> Cathy looked at the
floor.  "It didn't even take being around the horses for me." she
confessed. <br><br> 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." <br><br> "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.  <br><br> "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.  <br><br>
Cathy couldn't believe she was saying it, but out of her mouth popped "OK,
I agree!" <br><br> 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." <br><br> 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." <br><br> 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.  <br><br> 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?" <br><br> Cathy nodded, along with the two
boys.  <br><br> 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.  <br><br> "It's a little weird, but yeah, I'm not
freaked out or anything, if that's what you mean." <br><br> 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.  <br><br> Bobby
squeezed his mother's hand.  "We thought it would be more comfortable than
the hay." He grinned at his mother's shocked look.  <br><br> Then she
smiled and kissed him.  "What am I surprised about?" she asked
rhetorically. "You're so sweet to think of that." <br><br> 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.  <br><br> 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.  <br><br> "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?"
<br><br> "I can think of another use for those lips you're flapping at me."
said Chance, grinning even wider.  <br><br> 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.  <br><br> By the time
they got back, both of them were naked too.
