Culvert Mozart Lane
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete
Chapter 5
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 5 - In this true story a mostly good man does a few horrible things; including infidelity, incest, and murder. Starts with Bruce deciding if he should join the Marines or Army near the start of World War 2. Names of the people involved have been changed for obvious legal and privacy reasons.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual True Story Farming Historical Tear Jerker War Cheating Sharing Incest Brother Sister Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Slow Violence
After the death of my first wife, it took maybe a month for life to return to mostly normal. I helped my stepson’s family with the dairy farm a little, but they had things well in hand and didn’t really need me. My culvert business was slowing down. Over twenty years, I’d replaced about half the culverts in the county. Only five or so people a month needed my stormwater management services, unless I wanted to expand my business area and drive an hour or more each way. Jobs more than twenty miles from home weren’t very profitable, since I needed to fill my fuel hog of a truck much more often and pay my workers for the travel time.
I taught my step-grandsons to hunt and fish, but still felt an emptiness, a need to be needed. Instead of monthly, I started visiting Nora’s chicken and hog farm several times a week. I talked with her and the kids a lot, helped butcher a boar, and gave Nora’s son Roger a hand building a new chicken coop. He was twenty-four and still hadn’t found a wife, or even a serious girlfriend.
His younger half-brother, my secret son Mark, was twenty-one. He made a naughty mistake with a girl Catherine, and agreed to marry her when they discovered she was with child. He wanted to move in with her family and get a job in town, but Nora and Roger still needed his help. Sally was my youngest child with Nora. At almost nineteen she was still a cutie, but even more sullen than before. I assumed it was just the stress and anxiety of puberty and the social pressures of being a teen girl.
After I ate supper with their family one evening, Nora and I sat on the porch swing and watched the sunset. She held my hand and matter-of-factly said, “It would make sense if you and I got married.”
I smiled and agreed, “I guess it would.”
“I don’t want a big ceremony. That’s for youngins and first times. Something small.”
“Just family and a few friends sounds about right. I need to get you a ring. When were you thinkin’?”
She chuckled, “Hehehe! You didn’t even ask me yet!”
I lightly kissed her cheek. “I’m askin’.”
“Follow me to the machine shed.” We held hands on the short walk. She kissed my lips for the first time in a decade, and said, “I’ve loved you over half my life, and want to be with you for the rest of it.” She reached in a box and held up an old piece of wire. She wrapped it around her finger saying, “I love you, so this will do.” I gave her a firm hug and a kiss. She continued, “We do have a problem, though. Sally’s been even stranger than usual, sad half the time but angry a lot. She gets sick every morning, so I think...”
I asked, “PREGNANT? Did you talk to her boyfriend?”
“She won’t say who he is. She went to a party with that neighbor boy Jonny a few months ago. I think he knocked her up.”
I felt intense anger and clenched my fists. “I’ll talk to him! Nobody abandons my little girl!”
Nora grabbed my arm. “Shhh! Wait a minute! Everybody thinks Jake was her father, and you can’t go beat up a kid if there’s a chance he didn’t do it!”
“Well...”
“It might be hard, but things will work out. With God’s help, they always do.” I felt terribly guilt, knowing God didn’t approve of how my first marriage worked out. She naughtily commented, “I’d invite you to my bedroom for the kind of fun we used to have, but that would be adultery.” She kissed me and polished my teeth with her tongue. “My heart and body are all yours once we’re married, though. Always and forever!” She pulled the top of her blouse and brassier down, revealing a large breast and nipple. I gave it a quick kiss.
“DAMN, woman! I love you so much!” I kissed her again before I left for home. That night was the last time in my life I masturbated. On Sunday three days later, we married at the end of the regular church service.
In the car, I stomped the gas pedal and zoomed double the speed limit to her farm. Age had tamed our bodies some, but she let me in all three of her holes that afternoon and night! We made love at least twenty times the first month we were married, in every position I could think of! On the days she didn’t want me inside her, Nora was happy to lick and wank me to full satisfaction. I kissed her kitty often, too. We were lovers, soulmates, spouses perfect for each other!
One night we had an unpleasant interruption, though. Sally opened the bedroom door, asking, “Mom, can I...” She saw my meatrod in her mother’s mouth and froze a moment. We hurriedly covered ourselves. Sally vomited, then ran out crying. I thought her reaction was very strange, but at least the awkwardness was over quick.