The Farmers' Daughters
Copyright© 2025 by Lubrican
Chapter 5
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
Bob was pulling pans of biscuits out of the oven when Emma walked in carrying the quilted caddy that folded around her baking dishes and formed a handle that suspended the hot dish. She set it on the table but didn’t undo the straps of the caddy.
“The girls are still getting ready,” she said. “Where is everybody?”
“Chuck gave in and Andie is abusing him in the master bedroom. Julie said she was going to go wake Danny up, but she’s been gone quite a while longer than it takes to shake and yell.”
“Hmmm,” said Emma.
She walked toward the bedrooms. When she got to Danny’s door and looked in, what she saw was his teenage butt rising and falling at a frantic pace, and a woman’s long, naked legs wrapped around him. The sound of the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin filled the room.
“I’ll teach you how to go longer later,” gasped Julie’s voice.
Emma left the doorway and went on to the master bedroom.
Andie was lying on the bed, arms and legs akimbo. Her pussy was oozing thick, white cream that Emma knew was her father’s semen. Chuck was nowhere to be seen. She waited until Chuck came out of the bathroom, naked. He stopped, startled, when he saw her.
“Breakfast is ready, she said. “Nobody has time for showers. Just put on robes.”
“Got it,” he said. He glanced at his daughter.
“It had to happen, sooner or later,” said Emma. “Get her up and moving.”
She left just in time to hear Danny groan and grunt, making noises she wondered if were universal among men who were cumming. She stuck her head in and said, loudly, “Breakfast is ready. Finish up and get to the table!”
Danny looked over his shoulder at the same time Julie pushed him off of her and he flopped onto his back beside her. She sat up and the muscles she used caused most of his semen to gush out of her and onto the sheet. She reached to slap him on his thigh.
“Get moving. Just put on your robe.”
She had her robe back on in seconds. She knew her breasts would wobble and jiggle without a bra, but she didn’t care.
She detoured to the bathroom to use a wad of toilet paper to clean Danny’s cum off of where it was running down her thigh, and then headed for the kitchen.
“We’ll discuss the situation after breakfast,” said Julie. “Eat first and then talk.”
Nobody answered, but the bacon, biscuits, and quiche disappeared rapidly. They were used to getting breakfast out of the way and then going to work. Today they just leaned back in their chairs.
Julie, having appointed herself mistress of ceremonies, said, “Okay. We all know how strange the situation is. I am not detecting any panic or severe angst about any of it. Is that true? You can raise your hand if you’re unhappy, or worried, or afraid, and we’ll discuss it.”
They all looked around. Nobody raised a hand.
“All right, then. Some things have changed, and a whole lot of other things haven’t. We still have a farm to run and jobs to do. Breakfast is over. Let’s get to work.”
“That’s it?” asked Danny. “Just go to work?” He sounded dazed.
“Is there anything in particular you want to discuss?” she asked.
“What about ... you know?”
“Sex, Danny. It’s called sex, sexual intercourse, fucking. If you can’t say the word, then you probably aren’t ready to engage in it.”
“What about sex?” he asked, quickly.
“Love that is shared between consenting partners won’t be discouraged. The women are reminded that we are ultimately responsible for the state of our wombs. If we let one of the men breed us, then that’s on us, not them. They’re men. They can’t help themselves. Birth control will be made available to all the women.”
Danny blinked. He licked his lips and looked around. His sister was grinning and clapping her hands cheerleader style, without making sounds. His cousins just looked back at him. His father seemed to be interested in his dirty plate. Uncle Bob looked at Aunt Emma and gave a big sigh.
“Okay. Thanks for clearing that up,” he said.
Then they all got up and started preparing to do the chores each person was assigned on the farm.
In the days and weeks after that, an outsider wouldn’t have noticed any differences at all – unless that outsider had access to the barns or bedrooms of the houses. That would have been very different.
When Tawny and Reggie learned that Andie was being regularly serviced by her brother and father, they wanted to share.
While Chuck was ... sharing ... Andie went to her Uncle Bob and convinced him to let her try his oversized load. Aunt Emma helped get her ready and then coached her on how to be on top and slide down, ever so slowly, onto his prick.
It only took three sessions before Bob was able to be on top of the girl and long-dick her until she was happy.
Both mothers intended to get their daughters on the pill. It wasn’t unusual for a female voice to call out, “Don’t cum in me. I might be fertile!” That was usually followed by a groan, some grunting, and the same female voice chastising the male for cumming in her anyway.
Julie went off of birth control but by the time the girls got examined by their doctor, in July, Tawny was already pregnant. When the exams were over the doctor asked Emma to stay behind for a moment.
“That Tawny is pregnant is none of my business, other than the prenatal care I want to offer her. Since you also brought Regina, I’ll go out on a limb and assume she’s sexually active, too. I applaud your decision to protect her. Now, all I’m going to do is ask you if it is even remotely possible you may want to have another baby?”
“What an odd thing to ask,” said Emma. “Actually, I might. Why?”
“Because you’ve had two Caesarean sections and another could complicate things significantly. Something has come up, though, and I’m going to tell you about it. You can think about it and talk to Bob. Okay?”
“Of course,” she said.
“When the surgeon and I originally talked to you about fixing your pelvic girdle, your finances prohibited moving forward on that, remember?”
“Of course I remember,” said Emma.
“Well, a doctor who teaches at the medical school at Johns Hopkins has come up with a new technique to make repairs to a woman’s abdominal tissues after she’s had a C-section, that will enable her to have a normal, vaginal birth. It’s still in its infancy, but just as interesting, I sent them your X-Rays and he would like to use your case in a teaching session. Students would observe the operation.”
“We still can’t afford it,” said Emma. “And Johns Hopkins is practically clear across the country.”
“Your case has all the hallmarks he wants to address in a teaching situation. The school is willing to pay for your transportation, the operation, and provide after-surgery care until you can go back home. The only thing you’d be required to pay for is housing for anyone who accompanies you, like Bob. Even that’s reasonable. They have a university-owned apartment block just for that. The cost is thirty-five dollars a night, or something like that. You could end up fully capable of giving birth vaginally and safely.”
Emma licked her lips. She was thinking about how this would impact the farm. Granted, most of her duties were domestic, but she helped during harvest. If somebody got sick, she plugged in there, until health was restored.
“Just talk to Bob about it. If you decide not to have more children then this might not be appealing. You’re young, though, and I know how much you wanted a big family.”
“I’ll talk to him. Thank you for thinking about us when you found this information out.”
“I rarely get to talk to famous surgeons,” he said. “It was a treat for me.”
Back home, nobody was surprised that Tawny had caught. In fact, the surprise was that Reggie, Andie, Emma, and Julie weren’t pregnant.
That night, Emma told Bob what the doctor had told her. They discussed it and decided to table the idea until later. Harvest was imminent and that took up everybody’s time all day, every day, until the harvest was safely in the barns.
It was August, and there were other things for Reggie to do around the farm, like helping Emma and Julie can vegetables from both gardens. She also studied about pregnancy, childbirth, and what a newborn infant needed from its mother. Obviously, she was going to start raising her child at home. The future was unplanned, past the next year or two, other than how the farm always went.
The potato harvest started in August, though the exact date depended on when the spuds were ready for the abuse that harvesting them would cause. The skin of the potato had to be thick enough and tough enough before they were dug up, washed, and stored.
In years past it had taken two months to get all the acres on the communal farm out of the ground. Part of that was putting them in storage, which was labor-intensive because they didn’t have the kind of big machines and automation to do that like the big producers did.
It was while this was going on that Emma missed a period, in October. It was at this point Bob and Emma talked to Doctor Phillips, who enabled a remote conversation with Doctor Williams, the surgeon who wanted to use Emma’s case as a teaching “moment.”
“She’s perhaps four weeks pregnant,” said Doctor Phillips. “Will that make her ineligible?”
“Not if we do the surgery within the next month. The surgery itself will require her to recuperate for four months to be fully healed. The bones will need to knit and her abdominal tissue will have fully healed by the time the baby puts a strain on it. The surgery itself will not impact her uterus. It’s doable, but only if we move fast.”
Bob looked at his wife.
“Let’s do it,” he whispered.
“I can’t be down that long,” she said. “It will affect the farm.”
“I’ll handle the farm. I want you to be normal. You deserve to be pain-free.” He didn’t mention what could cause that pain, but she knew.
Bob and Emma talked to Chuck and Julie about the surgery.
“We’ll cover for you,” said Chuck. “Of course you should do this. You have to do this. Your health depends on this. Didn’t they say another C-section might cause you to be disabled?”
“Yes,” said Bob. “The list of possible side effects is long and ugly. It’s possible she could have more children that way, but the risks are already great because of Tawny and Reggie.”
“Then I say do it,” said Julie. “I don’t want you to have complications.”
As Emma was preparing to fly east, Julie missed a period. The joke was that it was the celebration that the harvest was over that got too much sperm in her womb. By this time any woman and man who felt the urge to get together did so. It was normal. It was also normal, if a bed was being used, for someone to breeze by the fucking couple and say, “Don’t mind me. I just need to get the dirty clothes to wash,” or “Carry on. I just need to put these clean clothes away.”
Emma’s trip to Johns Hopkins could be a book in itself. The down and dirty was that they opened her up and moved bones around first. Then, as they were closing her up, they used the new technique to embed a carbon fiber matte under the skin that covered the abdomen. The weave of the fabric would allow it to stretch, as the belly under it stretched. The idea was that the carbon fiber prevented her skin from rupturing or tearing as she went into labor. She would be followed closely as she healed, and her pregnancy progressed.
Emma was up and on her feet a month later, using a walker. With three pregnant women on the farm, there were two teenage girls who began to feel left out. Both mothers, recognizing the signs, checked their daughter’s pill containers every day, to make sure nobody “accidentally” skipped a few pills. Each was told, “You have to wait. Tawny got pregnant too soon. Learn from her.”
The problem was that Tawny loved being pregnant. She didn’t care who the sire was. She was born to be a mother and, as far as she and Mother Nature were concerned, she didn’t get pregnant too soon at all.
The younger girls got even more disgusted when they had to cover Tawny’s chores when she got too big, and then Emma’s and Julie’s as well.
When they complained, they usually got a stiff dick in them that gave them half a dozen orgasms.
Tawny delivered a happy little girl baby in April and named her daughter for that month. She had to stop classes for a while to get used to being a mommy. She decided to breast feed, and did so without shame whenever and wherever her daughter was hungry.
Bob was the first, after April, to taste Tawny’s milk. It was when April was eight weeks old and Tawny was riding him. She began to leak and the cloth she usually used to soak up that milk was in another room. So, Bob tugged and when she leaned forward Bob licked and sucked until she stopped leaking. Tawny drove the tractor during planting that year, and Emma babysat her month-old granddaughter.
It was almost identical, three weeks later, when Tawny was riding Chuck and the same thing happened. She leaned over and pushed a leaking nipple against his lips. He’d never tasted breast milk before and had thought that would be gross. But the sweetness he tasted overcame his reluctance and he emptied her breasts while he filled her womb with his own milk. Later he would suck from Julie’s breasts when her milk let down, but that wasn’t until September of the next year. Julie had a baby boy on August 15th, who she named Sylvester.