Chapter 9

Abigail came out of her bedroom wearing a boy’s long-sleeved shirt and trousers. She found Wyatt still in bed.

“Why are you dressed like that?” Wyatt asked.

“We said we’d fix the leaks in the barn roof today. Easier to climb a ladder with trousers. But why aren’t you dressed?”

Wyatt, still wearing his long johns, looked down.

“Well?” Abigail asked.

“I thought you could help me like last night ... with my hard penis.”

“Again? So soon?”

“When I woke up I was thinking about what we talked about and what we did and it got hard.”

Abigail checked. Sure enough, she saw the shape of his hard cock inside his long johns. She hadn’t expected to have to take care of her son’s need so often, but she had promised to help him when he needed it. That was their agreement.

Abigail was about to go back into her bedroom to change into a dress so that she would have some modesty when her son fucked her. But that seemed like wasted time. The barn roof was waiting. Anyway, Wyatt had already seen her almost naked through the wet chemise at the lake.

Resigned to get it over with, Abigail trudged to the table where she had been last night and opened her belt and then pants. She let the trousers drop to her feet, leaving her in only the pantaloons she wore to protect her skin from the course material of the trousers. The shirttail of the boy’s shirt she wore covered her rump, but she knew the crotch of the pantaloons was open and, when she would bend forward, she didn’t know how much of the back of her shirt would ride up. How much her son would see? But Abigail shrugged and grabbed the edge of the table as she bent forward while spreading her feet as far as the trousers would allow.

“Stay right there until I’m ready,” Abigail said.

She reached between her legs and used her fingers to get wet like her mother had taught her all those years ago. Without looking, she knew her son was watching her. But she wasn’t mad. She remembered that Wyatt’s father had enjoyed watching her masturbate and that kind of excited her. Her relationship with her son had evolved. Of course she loved him as a son, but she was doing things with him she had only done with his father. In no time she was ready.

“Okay, Wyatt, get behind me and let’s do it.”

Abigail closed her eyes and waited with her forearms on the table and her forehead pressed to the tabletop. She heard the padding of her son’s bare feet on the wood floor and then sensed him behind her. She reached between her legs to guide his cock into her like the night before, but her hand froze when he flipped the bottom of her shirt up onto her back, exposing everything for him to see. How could he have blatantly done that? Had he lost all sense of modesty?

But those thoughts were put on hold when Wyatt’s index finger and thumb pressed into her labia and spread her open. Her breath caught. And then his hard cock poked her hole, entered it, and slid in all the way. That meant he saw his target clearly. Any thought of modesty was replaced with a shiver running through her body at the thought of her son seeing her naked ass and pussy. She immediately pushed back against him. His hands moved to her hips. Feeling his strong fingers through the thin pantaloons added to her pleasure. A soft moan escaped her parted lips.

Wyatt fucked his mother from behind. He had removed the bottoms of his long johns like the night before, but it was different today. There was no skirt between them. His bare thighs slapped her exposed buttocks, skin on skin. They both might as well have been naked. And with the window shutters open, the room was well lit so Wyatt could see everything.

Abigail imagined her son looking down at her bare ass. At her hairy labia showing between her spread thighs. At his hard cock sliding out and disappearing into her. A cock glistening with her copious juices. She thrust back harder and her pussy clenched around his cock. Her eyes were closed as she chewed her bottom lip. Her son’s grunts spurred her on more. This wasn’t simply jerking him off to get rid of his erection. They were fucking. Like husband and wife.

Wyatt’s frantic movements and grunts signaled that he was close. Not wanting to be left frustrated, Abigail reached between her legs and strummed her clitoris. Sparks shot through her loins like sticks of dynamite exploding one after the other. She felt his thrusting cock rub the sides of her fingers. She was feeling his cock going in and out of her. Fucking her. Each thrust was better than the last. She attacked her clitoris with urgency. And then she pinched her clitoris when she climaxed. Her pussy spasmed around Wyatt’s cock. That finished him off. He blasted hot semen into her.

Abigail was folded over the wood table with Wyatt draped on her back, both mother and son panting hard. His hard cock remained buried inside her twitching pussy until it softened and slipped out. Even then Wyatt didn’t get off her back. The two luxuriated in the afterglow of the fuck.

“Get off,” Abigail said after she had caught her breath, “the barn roof won’t fix itself.”

When Wyatt stood, Abigail reached down and yanked her trousers up, but she didn’t fasten them. She held them up as she scampered to her bedroom and shut the door behind her with a flick of her hip. She went to the basin of water and allowed her trousers drop to her feet. Bending her knees outward and hunching her hips forward, she looked down to see the white froth in her pubic hairs and the lines of semen on the inside of her thighs. She cleaned herself with a wet sponge, spending a lot of time inside her pussy.

You’re going to get pregnant, Abigail thought. Then what?

After Abigail tidied her clothes, she went to the front room and made breakfast. Not much was said as they ate. She didn’t know what Wyatt was thinking, but her mind was in turmoil. Abigail had thought using her hand on her son to keep him from having sex with an animal was acceptable, but now they were fucking. And she knew it wasn’t going to stop. She didn’t even think she wanted it to stop. Having a dick inside her ignited feelings she had forgotten. But Wyatt was her son? That was immoral. However, Wyatt was more than a son. He was her best friend, her companion. And she loved him more than life itself. She thought of him as an equal when it came to running the ranch, a partner. Like his father had been her partner. Back then it had been only the two of them. And now it was also only the two of them. Was Wyatt more than just a son and friend? Was he as much a partner as a son? A companion. Someone like her husband had been. Had feelings for him changed over the years without her realizing it? She admitted that she enjoyed his cock inside her, but that was only sex. Or was it?

They had lived as mother and son, but as Wyatt grew into a man, they had been living just as much as husband and wife. Except for the intimacy. And now that last barrier had been breached.

The two did their morning chores and then fixed the barn roof. While working, Abigail kept staring at the man her son had grown into. At only fourteen, he could run the ranch without her. What was his future going to be? What was their future going to be? For the first time, Abigail was jealous of the woman yet to be in Wyatt’s life. Until now, she had never thought of losing her son to another woman. But now she wasn’t thinking of Wyatt only as a son.

After the roof was repaired and the ladders and everything else returned to the barn, the two stood outside the barn. Wyatt stared up at the bright sun and wiped his brow with his sleeve.

“It was hot up there,” Wyatt said.

Abigail saw the dark sweat stains at his armpits and the front of his shirt. She knew hers was no better.

“I think it’s a good day to take our baths,” Abigail said.

“We could go swimming.”

A swim sounded good, but after what had happened the last time Abigail didn’t think that was a good idea. Especially with the way Wyatt was eying her. Or was that her imagination?