Breeding Season at the Rocking R Ranch - Version Charlie

by Lubrican

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Chapter Three

Again, supper was a subdued event. Dee had finally realized that not only was she not in very good control of her lust when she handled stiff horse cocks, she also hadn't been thinking about the consequences of her activities. When Tom was around she kept a diaphragm handy on the nightstand, but, of course, her recent orgasms with a man inside her hadn't taken place in the bedroom. So it was hitting home that her handsome and no doubt virile nephew had recently flooded her pussy with virile and active sperm ... twice. While serving up fried potatoes, salad and steak, she was trying very hard to remember when her last period was so she could figure out just how much trouble she might be in.

Cathy's problem was similar in some ways, but very different in others. Cathy hadn't had a cock in her after her experience. She had masturbated wildly in the bathroom, at one point sticking three of her long sculptured fingers into her pussy, but it hadn't helped much. And now she was horny in a way she hadn't felt since she was in high school. She didn't know what she was going to do, but she knew she couldn't sleep when she felt like this.

The girls were also thinking about sex. They remembered the stallion's long drooping penis, hanging what seemed like almost into the dust, and the feel of the next stallion's hard penis in their hands, and they kept stealing glances at Bobby because they remembered his long drooping ... and dripping ... prick too. Their masturbatory session had cooled the fires of their teenage libidos for the moment, but their hormone levels were building again quickly.

Bobby was probably the only one at supper who was completely relaxed. He'd busted two nuts in his beautiful aunt and both times it had been just indescribably fantastic. His hormone levels were actually down a bit from normal. Still, he was surrounded by lovely women, and it was impossible to just ignore them all.

Another thing had changed, and that was Dee's opinion of how innocent it was to have Bobby sleeping in a room with two teenaged girls, even though one of them was his sister. So, right after supper, she got everyone scurrying around, taking things out of Chance's room and putting them in the attic. Chance's bed was put back in his room for Bobby to sleep in. By the time they were finished, Dee felt like all of them were ready to go to bed, and tired enough they might actually be able to sleep.

Oddly, Bobby was in fact happy that he wouldn't have to endure seeing the girls almost naked again that night. He'd still think about them almost naked. Or, more likely, he'd remember what it was like to fuck his aunt. In either case, at least he'd be able to beat off in bed, instead of having to hide out in the bathroom.

In Molly's bedroom the girls stood and looked at each other. They had slept together in the bed the night before and hadn't thought anything about it. Now things felt different.

"So what do you think we should do?" asked Molly, unbuttoning her blouse.

"I don't know" answered Megan.

"Are you still ... you know ... horny?" asked Molly.

"Are you?" countered Megan.

Molly decided it was okay to tell the truth. She nodded "Yeah" she said.

Megan looked relieved. "Me too!"

Molly said "Why don't we just get in bed and do the same thing we did before?"

"You mean the kissing too?" Megan's eyes were wide.

"No, just the other," replied Molly.

Which was how both girls ended up, side by side, naked, their hands and fingers busy between their legs, which were touching. They both rubbed and pinched and again, came at almost the same time. And, in the afterglow of a nice teen orgasm, they rolled together and hugged.

Kissing each other this time just seemed normal.

So did doing that naked.

In the guest bedroom Cathy's fingers were again busy abusing her clit as she reached for a cleansing orgasm that would let her sleep. She rubbed a long time before she was able to get to that point.

In her bedroom Dee looked at a calendar and figured out that her period had ended exactly thirteen nights past. If eerything was on schedule, she wouldn't ovulate until tomorrow. If the excitement of having Cathy there, and having to do the breeding herself had changed something, then it was possible one of her eggs was either midway down a fallopian tube about now, or had just drifted into her womb. With a couple million of Bobby's sperm cells actively trying to find that egg ...

She put her hand on her stomach and told herself the opposite could be true. The excitement could delay things. It was possible this month's egg might not be vulnerable for as much as three more days. With a sigh she realized that meant nothing. They still had over thirty mares to get mated, and if she had to be the one to prep all those stallions they weren't the only females on the ranch that would end up pregnant. Maybe for the next three or four days she'd just wear her diaphragm all day. You weren't supposed to do that, but maybe she would anyway.

In Chance's room, Bobby didn't think about women after all. He dropped off to sleep as if he'd run four races at the Olympics.

The next morning Dee was up early as usual 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 thought you might need some help with the breeding ops so I told them I had to come home for a couple of weeks." 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. "You just have no idea how glad I am to see you." She was thinking that, perhaps, she might get out of this deal with the remains of her honor after all. "When did you get here?"

"Oh, probably an hour ago. I drove all night so I could get here in time to help today. I stopped along the way for a couple of hours of sleep, so I really feel pretty good."

Dee was beside herself with relief. "Well thanks for doing that. You're a lifesaver."

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

"Oh yes," she assured him. "They've only been here a couple of days, and we've gotten plenty of work done, but its been ... difficult." She couldn't tell him what had happened.

"Well," said Chance, thinking she was just worried about getting everything done with the help of amateurs, "I haven't ever done much in the breeding pen. I mean I helped Dad a couple of times, but he usually had me working the fields. Isn't Manuel helping you? He worked with dad a lot, as I recall."

"Manuel had to go back home to Mexico. His wife got sick or something, and he's not back yet. I don't even know for sure he's coming back," said Dee. She shuddered to think what she might have done with the fifty year old hired hand had he been there with her in the breeding pen. No, she would have done it, just like she had done it with Bobby. It had been a completely overpowering urge and she didn't think it would have mattered who the male had been.

"It's okay. I'm here and I'll help," said Chance firmly.

That, however, didn't do as much to reassure his mother as he might have thought. Dee looked up at her handsome son and had a horrible suspicion that she might lose control enough to even do it with him too, if it came to that. And she was pretty sure it would come to that, based on how she'd felt the day before. She would never in a million years have thought she'd almost rape her nephew. She'd just have to stay away from the breeding pen. Or at least find someone else to prep the stallions while she controlled their heads.

"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. Your aunt is in the guest bedroom. Bobby is in yours and Megan is bunking with your sister."

Chance hadn't seen his Aunt Cathy or his cousins for three or four years. He went to the guest bedroom which, since he'd left home, he knew had become full of old furniture and boxes of this and that. When he came home from time to time for a visit, he usually just slept on the couch while he was there. He opened the door to find his aunt still sleeping. She too had slept in a T shirt, though it wasn't an oversized one. Her breasts were clearly defined in it, and it had ridden up to her hips during her tossing sleep.

She wasn't wearing panties.

Chance stared at the soft mat of brown hair between her legs. It did little to hide her thick pussy lips as she lay with one leg straight and the other bent at the knee. He could clearly see her nipples defined through the shirt too. 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. Grasping 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. Hazel eyes opened, widened and he saw her pupils dilate.

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

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

"It's okay Aunt Cathy. I'm all grown up now and I've seen it before," Chance said 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 last night hadn't helped any more than her afternoon session had. She needed a nice, thick, stiff cock inside her while she had an orgasm, instead of her fingers.

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.

The next door he went through was his sister's. He was even less prepared to find two lovely and completely naked young women, legs and arms entwined in a lover's embrace. He stopped as if he'd hit a wall, and backed up, noticing that the girl in bed with his sister had a wonderful tight round butt. That couldn't possibly be Megan. He closed the door and knocked loudly. He heard muffled exclamations from inside the room and grinned. He opened the door a crack and said "Molly? It's Chance. I snuck home last night. Can I come in and see my baby sister?"

"No!" came the panicked screech from his sister. "I mean we're not decent Chance! Give us a minute. Megan's here with me."

So it was sweet little Megan whose lily white buttocks he had admired. He wished now he'd gotten a chance to see the fronts of the naked girls too.

"Mom will have breakfast on the table any minute. I'll see you there," he shouted into the crack. He heard bustling girls and closed the door.

The door to his old bedroom down the hall opened and his cousin Bobby's head poked out.

"That you Chance?" he 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 decided to come home and help with the breeding."

"Thank goodness," sighed Bobby, who wasn't completely at ease with the thought that he was fucking his aunt. He loved it, but wasn't at ease with it.

Again Chance heard tension in someone's voice when he mentioned the breeding operation. What was going on here?

Breakfast was much more animated than supper had been. Chance made it possible to talk about other things and forget the stresses they had all been under.

Until it came time to make work assignments for the day.

Unwittingly, Chance got them all in a panic when he said, "Okay, today I'll work in the breeding pens. Who else is going to help?"

His mother looked at the ceiling. The two girls giggled and looked at each other. Bobby looked at his plate. The only person looking at him was his Aunt Cathy.

Something in Cathy snapped. "I'll do it," she said.

Bobby's head jerked up, and Diedre turned her eyes to her sister too.

"Are you sure?" asked Dee.

"I'll do it," said Cathy firmly. "You did your turn yesterday. I'll do it."

"Maybe I should help," said Dee uncertainly.

"No!" said Cathy a little too loudly. "I made a mess of the baking yesterday afternoon. You just get your kitchen back in order and do some baking. I'll work with Chance."

"Okay," said Dee, again uncertainly. She turned to the girls. "Laundry today girls."

Both girls moaned at the idea of washing and hanging clothes out on the line all morning. But they nodded their heads.

"How about me?" asked Bobby.

"Can you change the oil in the tractor and my pickup?" asked his aunt.

"Sure" he said.

"Okay then, we all have our assignments. Let's go," said Dee.

As they walked toward the breeding pen Cathy looked over at her handsome nephew. "You've done this before, right?".

"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 got a little crazy yesterday. I only did one and it ... did things to me," said Cathy. "I may act a little different than you're used to."

"Different?"

"It affected your mother, too. I think she and Bobby got a little carried away yesterday."

"My mom was prepping yesterday?" asked Chance, a gleam in his eye.

"Yes and Bobby was helping her."

"You said they got carried away," he said. "What does that mean, exactly?"

"Don't make me say it out loud, Chance," said Cathy, not wanting to just admit that his mother acted the slut with his cousin.

So you think they ..." He put his hands out, gripping imaginary hips and gave his hips a couple of jerks forward and backwards.

"Uh ... yeah," said Cathy, blushing. "She told me it wasn't Bobby's fault," she added, worried Chance might seek Bobby out for a confrontation.

"Wow," he said softly. Cathy's eyes darted to the front of his jeans and saw a bulge there that suggested he didn't find that idea all that horrible. Chance stopped and looked at his beautiful aunt frankly. "Look, Aunt Cathy, you're a beautiful woman, and I have to tell you that if you start acting ... different ... I may start acting ... different too."

"That's not helpful, Chanced," she moaned. "It's important that we ... um ... behave ourselves."

"I promise I'll try," he said.

"Thank you. I'll try, too."

They got to the pen and Cathy 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."

"Okay," said Cathy, sitting on the stool and staring at the first long thick cock she was going to have to touch today. "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. "Okay, 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. Cathy and Chance watched as that long penis slid effortlessly into the mare. Cathy sighed.

Chance said, "You okay?"

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

They were on their fifth set when Chance had to make Cathy stop stroking the horse before she jerked him off. He pulled the stallion to one side as Cathy 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 kiss me Chance," said his smoky-eyed aunt.

"If I kiss you I might want to do some other things too," he said. "When I got here this morning and came into your room to wake you up, your T shirt had sort of ridden up over your hips. I appreciated the view. I covered you up before I woke you and then got to see you again. I'm not sure that kissing you right now is such a good idea."

Cathy stared up at her handsome nephew. "You said you were all grown up and that it was no big deal." Her hands went to his sides and she slid her hands around to his back as she embraced him. "That's okay sweetie. I'm sure that if you just kiss me I'll be okay."

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.

"Watch them," said Chance as he pulled Cathy'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. Somehow the fact that things had gone beyond "just a kiss" flew right over her lust-fogged head.

The stallion jumped, his hooves landing on the mare's hindquarters. Chance's hands dropped to the fastening of Cathy's jeans and he unbuttoned them, then unzipped them. He slid his hand 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.

Cathy kicked her tennis shoes off without untying them and then reached down and pulled the legs of her jeans off her feet. In the process she showed her naked butt to Chance, like a mare presenting 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. 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.

Cathy craned her neck. Her eyes were wild.

Something made Chance pause just long enough to say, "If Bobby did this to my mother yesterday, It's only right that I do it to you, today."

Cathy's response was similar. "Yessss, put it in me Chance," and she wiggled her ass at him, reaching her hands back and pulling her ass cheeks open. He saw her pussy opening 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.

Both of them let out a groan of satisfaction. Cathy 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.

Cathy had her first orgasm about thirty seconds later. She started working on number two immediately and told Chance that he was doing just wonderfully. Ten minutes and three more orgasms later Chance gave a long sigh and said, "I can't wait any more Aunt Cathy ... gonna cum!" He leaned into her, pinning her to the hay bales, and the tip of his long, thick cock went off, parked right next to Cathy'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. 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 Aunt Cathy'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 and sturdy swimmer which immediately fertilized the egg. That egg, affected by some unknown pedisposition, began to split, and before it even entered her womb Cathy was destined to have a multiple birth.

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

Neither one knew there were others watching.

Molly and Megan had gathered all the dirty clothes they could find and started the first load. They had found some clean, damp clothes in the washer, and they talked as they used wooden clothespins to hang these things up on the four wire clothesline in the back yard.

Molly spoke first about what they were both thinking about. "You think your mom and Chance will do anything in the barn?" she asked her cousin.

"No way," said Megan confidently. "My Mom's way too hung up for that kind of thing."

"I don't know, she was looking at Chance pretty funny at breakfast," commented Molly. "Maybe we should go down to the barn and see if there's any dirty clothes down there ... you know ... that need washing?"

Megan just grinned. "I want to see another horse cock too! Let's go!"

In truth, neither girl actually expected to see anything sexy other than a stiff horse penis, but as they approached they heard Cathy's moans and the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh and both girls perked up, looking at each other excitedly. Ever so carefully they snuck closer until they could peek between fence slats to see Chance's powerful buttocks slamming his rampant prick into his aunt from behind. And when he grunted and said, "Awwww gonna cum!" both girls knew that meant something a lot like that liquid Dee had splashed on them was being shot up inside Cathy's pussy.

"Shit" whispered Megan as she saw her mother's slutty welcome of all that jism.

The girls held their breath as the two lovers relaxed and Chance stood back. He helped pull Cathy up until they were facing each other. They looked comical, him with his pants around his knees, her with nothing on below her waist, and both of them fully clothed from the waist up. Both girls got to see his now only half hard prick as it dripped goo and Cathy hugged him fiercely.

"Thank you so much" whispered the woman. "I feel so much better now." She kissed her nephew. "Except for the fact that you're probably a father right now. You shouldn't have cum in me, Chance."

"I know, but I couldn't resist it Aunt Cathy," he said, kissing her back. You really think that could have happened?"

"I'm at the perfect time of the month for it," sighed Cathy. "And don't feel bad. I wanted to feel that thing spurting in me more than you wanted to spurt."

"I hope this doesn't get you in trouble with Uncle Rudy," he said.

"What Uncle Rudy doesn't know happened won't hurt him," said Cathy. "Now, we need to get another one done before lunch. Then this afternoon I think our goal should be to get four done before you do that to me again."

The girls looked at each other and wiggled backwards, taking their time, getting away without being caught.

"They were doing it doggy style!" said Megan, unable to match that up with her mother. "And they're gonna do it again!"

"I have to rub my pussy right now," said Molly.

"Yeah, your brother is a hottie. He's lots more handsome than mine," said Megan and she unbuttoned her shorts.

"You're crazy. Bobby's a hunk!" said Molly.

Soon both girls had fingers stuck firmly in their pussies as they talked about what they'd seen.

"You'd let Chance do that to you too wouldn't you" squealed Molly, pushing her shorts down to her ankles so she could squat and get another finger in her pussy.

"Maybe" huffed Megan. "And you'd let Bobby stick his peter in you too wouldn't you Molly?"

"I think I would" gasped Molly as she added a third finger to the ones already stroking her clitty. "Do you think your mom was telling the truth about Chance making a baby in her?"

"A baby! Ohhhhhhhhhh," moaned Megan and flicked her clitty faster.

The smell of aroused pussy was heavy on the air as the two girls creamed on their fingers.

Lunch was quick and informal. Cathy and Chance arrived to find the others already eating sandwiches and potato salad. The smell of baking was on the air. When Chance and Cathy sat down Dee noticed that the smell of sex was on the air too. She looked over at them. Had they done what she and Bobby had done? Cathy looked way too relaxed and comfortable to have been stroking hard horse cocks all morning. She looked at Chance and felt a mother's pride in how strong and handsome he was. She looked at Bobby and felt her pussy get wet.

As soon as lunch was over everyone scattered back to their tasks.

Bobby had changed the oil not only in the pickup and tractor, but also in the lawn tractor and the push mower too. He liked working with his hands and the tool shed, where he performed this work was quiet and peaceful. He thought long and hard about what had happened with his aunt. Neither of them had actually intended for anything to happen, and he was still amazed at how much he had needed to shove his stiff cock into her, and at how delighted she was when he did so.

He was on his back under the pickup, just about to remove the oil drain plug when he heard someone come into the shed.

"Bobby?" came his aunt's voice.

"Under here" he said.

"Oh there you are," said Dee. "I just came to check on you to see if you needed anything. How are you getting along?"

"Fine," he said. He wiggled out, toward her and ended up splayed on his back, looking up at her. Sunbeams cut the light dust in the shed and highlighted her curves. "You're so beautiful," he sighed, not really meaning to say it out loud.

Dee's face softened. "You know how to win a girl's heart, I'll tell you that Bobby Tanner." She squatted. "You make me horny Bobby," she said bluntly.

"Me too," said the boy. "I mean I can't stop thinking about it."

Dee looked over her shoulder. "We can't right now. Maybe Chance will stay up and talk and I can come check on you tonight ... in your bedroom. Okay?"

"Promise?" asked the teenaged boy.

"I shouldn't ... but oh yeah," she said, her voice low and sultry.

By suppertime Cathy and Chance had finished six more mares and Cathy was a wreck. She had tried to force herself to keep from giving in to her lust, but she knew it was a lost cause. Her breathing was shallow and rapid. She felt hot and flushed. Something fundamental had happened inside her brain. She loved Rudy and would never have thought seriously about cheating on him before this. But she wanted Chance to breed her again. She told him so in the most plain of terms.

"I need that beautiful cock of yours in me again," she said bluntly, turning to embrace him.

Less than three minutes later she hung, impaled on his cock as he notched it in her and stood up while they kissed. Both were primed to blow and within another two minutes she shuddered in orgasm as he grunted and spurted deep inside her.

"That was too quick," she panted, clinging to him.

"I wish we could go longer, too, but we don't really have time," he said sadly.

"Tonight then!" said Cathy. "We'll find a way to get together tonight."

"I'll be ready," said Chance and he kissed his aunt deeply.

Supper that night was a little more toward normal. Dee had baked pies and fresh bread, which, combined with green beans, fresh corn and steak, everyone tore into with gusto.

"So how did it go in the pens?" asked Dee, looking toward her son and her sister, who were sitting side by side.

Cathy blushed. "We got six more mares done."

"Really, so you were hard at it," teased Dee.

Chance looked up at his mother seriously. "Yeah, and I think we got just as much done as you and Bobby did."

Now it was Dee's turn to blush. She was thinking about what she hoped she would be doing with Bobby in a few hours.

"Maybe it would be better if all of us worked in the breeding pen together," said Dee, half to herself.

"What do you mean?" asked Cathy.

"Well, I mean look what it does to us. I just thought that maybe if we were all down there ... you know, sharing the ... duties ... that maybe that would help." Dee looked at her sister helplessly.

Cathy was at that same uncomfortable place her sister was. Both of them had cheated on their husbands, and with their nephews at that. They felt guilty about it. But both of them were looking forward to cheating on their husbands again in an hour or two, and weren't about to put a halt to that. On the other hand, if they were all together, it would be impossible to break down and fuck like rabbits.

"Maybe you're right," said Cathy.

"Okay then, we'll all turn out in the morning for breeding duty," said Dee.

There was more chit-chat, though everyone except the girls seemed to yawn a lot and talk about what a tough day it had been, and about how good bed would feel. Still, Cathy expressed an interest in hearing about what Chance had been doing, and he said he'd stay up with her and fill her in. Again, no pun is intended. The girls wanted to stay up but Dee insisted they go to bed.

"You're both going to have a long hard day tomorrow, and you need your rest," she said, firmly. "Besides, either Bobby or Chance has to sleep on the couch and won't need your noise making it hard to sleep."

Both girls giggled when she said "long hard day", but they went to their room. As they got undressed Molly said, "I know I'm not a lesbian because of how I felt when I saw my brother doing it to your mother. So I'm not wearing a nightgown tonight."

Megan looked at her and dropped her top. "Okay, me neither."

The two girls got into bed naked. Molly turned to her cousin. "We're gonna get to feel hard horse cocks tomorrow!" she said. "That makes me hot just thinking about it."

"Me too," said Megan. "I'm so hot I could kiss you again."

"Really? Me too" whispered Molly.

In seconds the two girls were kissing and pressing their nubile teenaged bodies up against one another. It wasn't long before Molly's finger was in Megan's pussy and Megan's finger was in Molly's pussy. And it wasn't long before they both came hard, lips pressed together, tangled up in the covers.

An hour later yhrough half-lowered lashes, Cathy looked at her nephew.

"It's bed for me," she said.

"Me, too," said Chance.

"I got the bed last night, so you can have it tonight," said Bobby, thinking it would be easier to get to his aunt's room from the couch.

"I'll get some sheets and get Bobby settled on the couch," said Dee.

Chance paused at his room, waiting ten minutes for his mother to get finished with Bobby and go to her bedroom. Then he tip-toed to the guest bedroom. He opened the door and slipped into the dark room. She moved in the bed and the reading lamp on the nightstand came on.

She was naked.

By then he had on only briefs and those dropped to the floor before he took two more steps. He was hard as stone and her eyes glittered as he approached her. He stood over the bed, drinking in her breasts, with their hard nipples, and the patch of brown hair he'd seen the morning before. Her legs spread as he looked there and she whispered, "Hurry."

He kneed up onto the bed and settled between her thighs as her hand came and found him. No foreplay was needed.

"Ohhh yes," she hissed, bringing the tip to her pulsing pussy.

With one long thrust Chance bored in as Cathy cooed her appreciation for him and thrust her hips up to get all of him in her she could.

He soaked for a while and then rubbed her with his body, his pubes mixing with hers as he flattened her clit and she whined. five minutes later her pussy pulsed and squeezed as she came and clasped him to her. She buried her mouth in his shoulder to muffle her cries of completion. He let her catch her breath and moved in her again. He gave her little kisses on her cheek and neck and then whispered, "Can I cum in you again Aunt Cathy? I'm ready to shoot. You want my cum?"

"Ohhhh yeessssssss," she hissed again and he let his nectar flow into her in long pulsing jets that made him sure his whole body was being sucked through his prick and shot into her body.

When it was over Chance was surprised ... and delighted ... to find that he was still mostly hard. He began to fuck his aunt again.

Dee had, in fact, gotten a sheet to put on the couch, and a blanket. "Give everybody time to settle down and then come to my bedroom," she whispered, giving him a quick kiss. As he obeyed her instructions, Bobby heard noises and paused. He tip-toed on to his aunt's door and slipped in. She was standing, dressed only in panties. She turned to look at him. She was already panting and her nipples were stiff. She came to meet him and held the door open, looking out of it.

"Do you hear that?" she asked. "I knew something happened between them today. You hear them?" she whispered as she dropped her panties and knelt to swallow Bobby's cock whole. She pulled her head back off his cock, precum strung between her lips and the tip of his prick. "That's your mother and my son," she whispered, going down on him again. She came up and smacked her lips. "Your cousin is in there fucking your mother."

"No!" said Bobby, unable to picture in his mind his mother, doing the same things he did with Aunt Dee.

"Trust me," said Dee as she climbed pulled him to the bed and pushed him down on it. She was up on top of him within seconds and sank down on his stiff rod. "Mmmmm I need this," she moaned as she began to rock on him.

"My mother?" gasped Bobby as his prick suddenly spat sperm into his Aunt's pussy.

"Mmmm, that turns you on Bobby?" smiled Dee, soaking up all his jizz and continuing to rock and rub her clit on his pubes.

Bobby pulled her down to suck on one of her nipples. "I can go again in a minute," he whispered.

"I know sweetie ... I know," said Dee.

In the other bedroom Chance was also nursing his aunt, sucking at her nipples like a starving baby as he slithered his rod in and out of her sopping pussy. He'd shot off in her twice now, and was getting ready for a third round as she trembled under him.

"What are you going to do if I knock you up?" he whispered just before he kissed her lips.

She kissed him back hotly. "I'm going to have a beautiful baby, that's what I'm going to do."

Meanwhile Bobby stuffed his Aunt Diedre's womb chock full of sticky, gooey sperm. There was now an egg in that womb too, and Bobby's sperm was just as active and excited and dangerous as Chance's was. By the time it took them to catch their breath, nuzzling and kissing softly, there were two pregnant women in the house.

The boys slept with their aunts the rest of the night. Both women had decided that it was silly to try to pretend about something that everyone knew about. Or at least the lovers knew about. The girls were expected to sleep late as usual. And the boys really did wear out their older lovers.

Making love is strenuous, though, especially when you spend hours doing it. In fact, the two teenaged girls were the first ones up in the morning, bouncy and happy from their orgasm induced sleep. They left the room together after putting on T shirts and panties and went to the kitchen.

"Wow, where is everyone?" commented Molly.

"Your mom's usually up by now," said Megan.

They went looking, first to the couch. The sheet and blanket were all that was there.

"It doesn't look like anybody actually slept here," said Molly.

"Maybe he's outside," said Megan.

"Then where is everybody else? If Mom was up, breakfast would be on the stove," said Molly. "Wait! You don't suppose ..." she said excitedly.

Together the girls snuck down to Diedre's bedroom door and opened it quietly. There, in a tangle of sheets were the naked bodies of Molly's mom and Megan's brother. The room smelled musky and the girls got their first good sniff of the smell of sex!

"Should we wake them up?" asked Molly. "I don't think Chance would approve of this," she went on worriedly. "If he found them here like this he might blow his stack!"

"Let's go ask my mom. She'll know what to do," said Megan. And off they went, only to find the man they'd been talking about lying on top of Cathy, recently awakened and about to give her even more of his slippery baby batter as she urged him on. The two girls backed out of the room, their eyes wide as they stared at each other.

"Everybody's fucking everybody!" squealed Megan, not believing what she'd just seen.

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