The Farmers' Daughters
Copyright© 2025 by Lubrican
Chapter 1
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Two brothers farmed potatoes together. One had two daughters and, because Covid prevented them from dating, he felt it was his duty to prepare them to be good wives. His own wife agreed. The other brother had a son and a daughter, and whey they found out what their cousins were doing, they felt like they should participate in getting ready for marriage, too. The result was two families engaged in a taboo lifestyle, which worked as well as the farming did. And the farming worked very well indeed.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Incest Mother Son Father Daughter Uncle Niece Nephew Orgy First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Sex Toys Size
‘“Mamma?” Reggie queried.
“Hmm?” Emma was making biscuits while the bacon and eggs cooked on the stove. There would be six mouths to feed this morning, not including her own.
“How come Daddy never tucks me in bed?”
“He does. I’ve seen him kiss you on the forehead and wish you sweet dreams,” said Emma.
“It’s not like he does with Tawny. He kisses her on the mouth. He does some other things, too, but I don’t know what it is because it’s dark and his back is always to me and it blocks my view of what they’re doing.”
Emma paused, her hands covered with sticky dough, and looked at her eighteen-year-old daughter. In her hand-me-down clothes Regina was so slim and boyishly shaped that she didn’t look like she was becoming a woman. Tawny, her older sister, had crashed into puberty like a Mack truck into a brick wall. Her hormones had gushed and measures had to be taken to make sure she didn’t get some pimply-faced boy’s brat in her belly. Not yet, anyway. When the pandemic had hit, the silver lining was that suddenly, Tawny didn’t have access to a multitude of boys her age, most of whom would have given their left nut to see the girl naked.
“Your sister is older than you, Sweetheart,” said Emma.
“That’s not fair!” yipped Reggie. “That’s what everybody always says!”
“Because it’s true,” said Emma, calmly. “Do you have a roof over your head? Are you fed every day? Do you have a soft bed to sleep on every night, and blankets to keep you warm when the cold wind howls?”
“Of course I do,” groaned the teen. “But I have to work my fingers to the bone to have all that.”
“Hah!” barked her mother. “Your father almost always puts you on the tractor, which is air conditioned, I’ll remind you. And during the winter time all you have to do is sit and watch as he pulls potatoes out of storage and spot the ones that aren’t good enough to sell. And you only have to do that once a week, or so. As for right now, the planting is finished and there hasn’t been enough time that hilling up is required. And when it comes time for that you’ll probably drive the tractor with the Lilliston cultivator on it while the rest of us lay down drip lines. We’ll be the ones working our fingers to the bone. After we run the tine weeder over everything and hill the spuds one more time, you won’t have to do anything until harvest, when Daddy will probably have you in the tractor again. So don’t whine to me. We all have duties and we all share in the benefits. Sometimes I think your father is spoiling you.”
“Geez, Mom. All I asked was why Daddy doesn’t tuck me in like he does to Tawny. She make noises that make me feel itchy.”
“Itchy? Where?” asked Emma.
Her daughter flushed red.
“Never mind. I’m going to go get ready for chores.”
“You’re already dressed,” Emma pointed out. “What else is there for you to do?”
“I have to pee,” said the girl, who turned and rushed out of the room.
Emma knew her daughter didn’t have to pee. Itchy. She said she got itchy when she heard Tawny moaning. Emma had heard the moans, too. They made her itchy, but not for Bob. When they got married they didn’t know Bob would be too big for her vagina. Her pelvic bones were abnormal and it hurt her if he got all the way in her. The doctor said an operation could solve the issue, but they didn’t have money for an operation. As a result, they only had sex once every couple of weeks and even then she never had an orgasm. He got in her, squirted, and then kissed her, moaning about how sorry he was that he’d been born abnormal. Emma had several adult toys Bob had gotten her; one that was slim, clear, hard plastic and another called a “rabbit” that was battery operated. That’s where she found her own orgasms. She loved those orgasms and almost always had one while Bob was “tucking Tawny in.” He often took fifteen minutes to do that, and fifteen minutes with her Rabbit could garner her three orgasms, if she was especially horny.
So, Emma was pretty sure she knew where Reggie was getting itchy when she heard her sister having an orgasm, even if poor Reggie didn’t know what was happening. Why did they grow up so fast? Bob had only been teaching Tawny how to be a good wife for a year. And she’d been eighteen when that started. They’d caught Donny Hillsdale with his hand down her pants while he was kissing her good night after a date. Dates stopped, and Bob’s lessons on how to be a good wife started.
Tawny had only complained one time after that. She was a lot calmer during the day, too.
Was it time for Reggie to jump on that wagon? She hoped not.
But she’d have to talk to Bob about it.
“Honey, we need to talk,” said Emma.
“What about?” her husband asked.
“The girls,” she said.
“What about the girls?” he asked.
“Reggie is feeling left out. When she hears you tucking her sister in she gets horny.”
“She said that?”
“She didn’t admit she gets horny, but she did say it wasn’t fair that Tawny gets to do things that make her moan and you don’t do the same things with her.”
Bob looked at his wife.
“You’ve never wanted to know what I was doing with Tawny,” he said. “After she said she wants to do wrong things with boys and you decided I needed to tuck her in at night and help her calm down, you never asked what I was doing to calm her down.”
What Bob was thinking about were all the times he “tucked Tawny in” when she wasn’t in bed at all. If they were in the barn, alone, she loved to have his big prick slicing in and out of her teenage pussy, which had no problem taking his size at all. His finger had been enough for a while, and then his finger while he sucked her nipples. But then she wanted to know what the real deal felt like and he thought she’d be scared away when she saw his member.
He was wrong.
“You put that in Mamma and made me and Reggie,” she sighed.
“It’s painful for your Mamma,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ll tell you when it hurts,” she said.
So, he slid it into her one day up in the hay loft.
She didn’t have the same affliction as her mother. He stretched her, but it was the kind of pain she said was good. She had two orgasms that day, up in the hay loft, and Bob blew his brains out through his cock as he fertilized his daughter.
He’d been fucking her ever since, but only when he was as sure as he could be that she wasn’t in the fertile part of her cycle. He got her off every night with his fingers and mouth and she slept like a baby.
Now Reggie wanted the same thing?
“I know Tawny loves you,” said Emma. “I can see it in her eyes. So, she loves whatever it is you’re doing and that’s all I need to know.”
“It has been challenging to try to keep her quiet in her bed, while we both know Reggie is listening,” he said.
“Well, now Reggie can find out what the moans are about and make a few of her own,” said Emma.
“Will you tell her when I’m ready to start?” he asked.
“No. When you’re ready, just go from Tawny to her. It will be fine. She might be a little worked up, at first, but I know you can handle that. Tawny can help if Reggie is scared.”
“Okay,” he said.
“And Bob?”
“Yeah?”
“Try not to make me a grandma for a few more years.”
“You think we do that?” he gasped.
“I wash her panties,” said Emma. “I know what semen smells like, and her panties are soaked with it every so often.”
“Oh.”
“I understand,” said Emma. “You’re a hot-blooded man and I can’t do my wifely duties to help you.”
“Honey, you help me a lot,” he objected. He was referring to the nightly blow jobs he got.
“Yes, and I’m not a man, but I imagine there’s a big difference in how a mouth feels compared to a hot pussy.”
“I love your hot pussy,” he moaned. “I just don’t want to hurt you.”
“Does it hurt Tawny?”
It was silent for a long time before he answered.
“No.”
“I’m glad. I’m so glad she’ll get to be a good wife. I’ll feel relieved when I know Reggie is trained, too.”
Bob was hulking over his older daughter. His big, bloated cock was pushed deep into her adolescent pussy. He was rubbing her clit with the base of his cock and she’d already had two orgasms. The big boobs she had initially hated were squashed, now, and her nipples were happy.
“Your Mamma thinks Reggie is ready to take lessons, too,” he panted.
“No! I want you all to myself!”
“Tell you what. I’ll squirt a baby in your pretty belly and while you’re all fat with that and don’t want to even think about sex, I’ll teach Reggie.”
“Daddy!” moaned the girl. “I don’t want to have your baby, yet.”
“Yet? What does yet mean, Tawny?” he growled.
“It means I like dating boys, but I don’t want any of them to make me a mamma. If you made me a mamma some day I’d be real happy to let that happen, just not yet.”
“I’m going to start tucking Reggie in at night, after I tuck you in,” he said.
“Okay. Now that I’ve thought about it, good. I like it.”
“Well, that was a quick change of mind. Why?” he asked, suspiciously.
“Because now you can fuck me on my bed. Before this we couldn’t do that because of Reggie. But once she is included, then I don’t have to lie on that itchy hay to get my jollies.”
“You want me to fuck you in front of your sister?”
“Once she finds out how delicious it is to get porked by that baseball bat between your legs, she’ll want to be fucked while I watch, too. She won’t care who sees it, as long as she gets to feel it. That’s how I feel.”
“You’d let people watch me fuck you?”
“Only if it was the right people,” she said.
“Like who?”
“Oh, I guess Andie, or Uncle Chuck would be okay.”
“Andrea is pretty shy. I don’t think she has done any of the things we’ve done.”
“You’re right, but she wants to. She told me.”
“And when did this come up in conversation?” asked Bob.
“We were sorting potatoes and I saw one that looked kind of like your dick, except lots smaller. I said, ‘Look! A penis!’ without thinking about it first and she said it did look like one and then she wanted to know how I knew what a penis looked like. And I wanted to know how she knew what a penis looked like and so I said I’d seen yours and she said she’d seen her brother’s. Somehow we got to talking about that and I found out she watches him jerk off. When she told me that I kind of admitted I let you put yours in me. And she said she wished you could put it in her, too.”
“That’s hard to believe, Tawny,” said Bob. “Andrea hardly even talks to me, she’s so shy. And I’ve known her all her life!”
“I know, but she talks to Reggie and me. We chatter like Magpies while we’re sorting spuds or getting the seed potatoes ready to plant.”
“And she wants me to do to her what I do to you?”
“All I told her was that you put it in me one time so’s I’d know what it was like and not want to do it with boys. She said she wished she knew what it felt like, too, and I asked her what boy she might want to do that and she said no boys, only you.”
“Well, if Reggie starts getting lessons, all my time will be taken up by you two.”
“Reggie and I could find times for you to be with Andie. I know I would and once Reggie finds out what it’s like I know she’ll want that for Andie, too. As much as I’d like it, I don’t have to have you every single day, Daddy.”
“Well, if Reggie climbs on board, I’ll have to alternate between you. One day will be yours and the next Reggie’s.”
“Daddy, I know you can go more than once a day. Remember that day I said I thought Todd Wilkins was handsome and wondered what his cock looked like?”
“Yes,” he growled.
“You fucked me four times that day, and every time you said my pussy belonged to you and if Todd Wilkins wanted any pussy he could go talk to his mamma about it.” She giggled. “I loved it so much that you got jealous like that.”
“I did not get jealous. I just wanted to make sure no sperm got near any of your eggs except mine.”
“Mmmm. Are you gonna sperm me pretty soon? We have work to do.”
“Don’t you sass me, girl,” he said, starting to pound her. “You sass me and I’ll fuck you when you’re ripe. I’ll breed you like you were born to be bred if you sass me.”
“Oooo, I’m so scared. Cum in me, Daddy. Practice for when you breed me.”
That pushed his buttons and he slammed in to deliver his daddy cum as close to her young womb as he could.
“Hey, Sis,” said Chuck as he came in through the kitchen door. “You look good enough to eat, today.”
“You know, one of these days, your brother is going to hear you saying things like that and he’ll beat you bloody,” said Emma.
“Not for saying you look good enough to eat,” said Chuck. “Now, if he heard me say your titties looked tasty, or I asked you if you were commando under your skirt, he might get riled up, but I don’t say those things to you very often.”