Chapter 33

Lunch turned out to be a couple of sandwiches and a beer. I grabbed it and took it up to the barn to eat. I didn't want to be around when the alien women were brought back in. It was bad enough that we couldn't understand their language, but it pissed me off that they acted like I was some kind of monster that needed to be kept away from them. Sitting in the barn gave me the opportunity to relax and cool down. It also gave me the opportunity to try and understand what was happening about us. I knew something had changed overnight, but I wasn't sure what.

Eventually, my mother came up to the barn and joined me with her own lunch. She sat down beside me and ate it, keeping silent while I sat and stared off towards our fields, sipping my beer and thinking about things in general. My thoughts about the alien women had faded as more important issues came to mind. Thoughts about the farm and the fact that we'd done so little in the time that we'd been here. This time I didn't get pissed off. Instead I spoke to my mother.

"Sally," I said to her thoughtfully, "I've been sitting here staring at the farm and wondering what we've been doing."

"I've been doing the same Adam," my mother replied, putting her plate aside as she turned her attention to me. "All morning, I've been standing up here looking about and wondering why we hadn't put in more of an effort to get the farm going. We've got a ton of chickens, both layers and breeders, and we've got baby chicks a plenty running about, but we don't have much else. We've got no real stock and certainly no work animals. While we've ploughed fields and tilled the soil, we really haven't planted a thing. By Sarah's calculations, we're in early to mid September here. If we planted this week and had a few months of good weather we might get a crop in. It would depend on a lot of 'if's' but it is possible. At worst we could get in our winter crops for harvesting next spring and early summer."

"We should be doing that," I agreed wholeheartedly, turning my gaze to the fields again.

"I listened to Emma and Linda and the others this morning after the chores had been done," Sally informed me, "It became clear that we really haven't done much of anything around here besides producing babies. Now it was fun doing it and I'm not complaining, but in seven months time we're going to be in trouble and if our 'benefactors' decide to not help us anymore, we're going to be in a world of hurt."

"True," I said with a nod.

"If Emma and Linda's plan works," my mother stated, catching my attention, "I want to try the same thing up here on the farm."

"Which plan?" I questioned, "I didn't know that they'd gotten to a plan yet. I thought they were still debating what to do next."

"Well," my mother said with a grin, "Emma and Linda have a plan for now and most of the others are in agreement with them. There's still debate on whether we should continue building the permanent dwelling like our 'benefactors' want us to do or to pick different building materials. A couple like the idea of the shipping containers and a few think we should use adobe bricks instead of the tires, and there are a couple who want to say 'fuck it' and stop wasting time on the building project all together. As they see it, if our 'benefactors' provide us with mobile homes to live in and house that brood of kids that you've fathered, why should we think about moving out?"

"Why indeed?" I replied absentmindedly, my mind whirling with a myriad of thought. I had doubts that our 'benefactors' would actually coming through and help us in doing something that wasn't in their agenda. If they didn't help, I had a lot of work ahead of me and I wasn't looking forward to it.

"Well," my mother continued, ignoring my less than attentive attitude, "there are pro's and con's to all the ideas, but the point is that if our 'benefactors' come through for Emma and Linda, I want to start bugging them for more animals and definitely seed for planting. We really need to get that part of things moving along."

I agreed with my mother wholeheartedly. Given what we knew about the climate and what we'd learned growing our vegetables, there was a good chance that we could plant more corn or some heartier strains of winter wheat or given the time of year that we were moving into oats. What we'd do with that crop once it was grown was another issue, but it was possible, and if we got some horses and cattle it would help out. I'd have to sit with my mother tonight and make a wish list. I expected it to be quite long.

"You know what else would be nice son?" my mother asked after a second or two of silence. I looked over to her when she didn't go on. My mother smiled and said, "Your cock stuck up in my pussy."

I gasped at that and gazed wide eyed at my mother, my mouth open and not knowing what to say in reply. I didn't have to reply. My mother just chuckled wickedly at the knowledge that she'd shocked me and then went on.

"Don't be so surprised boy," she said to me, patting my knee. "It was the best thing you did, getting us off those patches. The second best was instituting family night. The way you've taken charge in the bedroom has been fun. I hear that Bethany goes around dripping wet full time now ever since you had you're way with Betty and her three girls. Betty told me that you made Bethany wait until the very end before you even touched her. She also told me that you had Bethany working as your surrogate the whole time, licking and sucking pussy and cleaning up your spent from Betty's and the other girls pussies. It sounded like fun, although it isn't some thing that everyone is comfortable with, at least not every night of the week."

"Oh," I responded, feeling my face redden with shame. "I'm sorry if I upset someone. You know that I'd never hurt anyone or force them to do something that they didn't want to do."

"Yes son," my mother responded patting me on the arm this time, "so don't get upset. I wasn't telling this to you to make you stop. Some of us like the 'knuckle dragging, chest beating caveman' routine and some of us don't. Most of us know that if we said stop that you'd stop. They know you love them and they love you back. It's one of the reasons nobody has said anything to you about 'family night' and your behaviour. They're willing to let you have a little fun and they're confident that you wouldn't hurt them. Still, some of us aren't into that kind of thing. In fact, there real reason I'm telling you this is because it isn't exactly the kind of sex I like and since I'm feeling the need to have an itch scratched, I thought I'd tell you how I want it scratched."

My mother's bluntness stopped me only for a second. I teetered on apologizing again and pushed past that and responded to the last of my mother's words. It was the twinkle in my mother's eye that did it for me. Boldly, I asked her directly, "What kind of sex do you like, mother?"

"Well son," my mother replied with a great big grin on her face, "I like it long and slow and with the man on top at the end. I'm a little woman and I like feeling the man press into me at the end. Your father used to do that when we made love. It was nice. To be truthful, I enjoy the rest, but a nice slow fuck is the best."

"So would you like to go up in the hayloft," I asked with a sparkle of playfulness in my eye, "and see if I can do what my Daddy did to you?"

"Oh son," my mother chuckled back at me, "you've already done what your Daddy did to me. That big old cock of yours filled me up with baby makers and planted one in me. Still, I'd like to feel that thing spurting away in me again. It feels real nice."

That's what we did. I took my mother up into the hayloft and helped her strip out of her clothing. Then I stripped out of mine and we spread them out on the bales of hay to protect my mother's backside. Then I made love to her. We lay side by side and kissed for a while, with me caressing her back and her ass and then I rolled her over and worked my way down her marvellous, youthful frame, kissing and licking as I went, until I reached her pussy. Then I licked her furrow to get it nice and wet and teased her clit to excite her. My mother laid there and moaned, going on and on about how good it felt. I didn't give her an orgasm with my mouth. I got her close but I didn't let her go over the edge. She grumbled with frustration when I pulled away. She stopped grumbling when I slipped my cock into her.

Mom was wet and warm and inviting. My cock filled her with ease. Still, her inner muscles were strong and they squeezed me as I hit bottom. For a moment I was held tight as my mother teased me back with her pussy. Then she let me go and I started fucking her. Like she'd asked, I kept my strokes long and slow and it drove her wild.

"That's it son," she whispered to me through gasps of breath, "nice and slow is the best. It kindles the fire and stokes the flames. Oh god Jack, I'm burning up for you. Just don't stop!"

I didn't. I kept at it for another half hour before it got too much for my mother and she begged me to finish her off.

"Faster!" she cried out, "Oh Jack, do it faster!"

I kept my strokes long but I did pick up the pace. My belly started slapping her clit and she started to groan. My mother had one orgasm after another. It was fabulous. Her pussy convulsed about my dick and her fingers racked my back. Eventually, she had enough. She reached down and grabbed my ass, pulling me into her. As my cock sank its full length into her warmth, she put her pussy to work milking my seed out of me. My mother didn't need to do much. My cock started to spew enthusiastically within seconds.

"Yes," my mother cried out, "oh yes! That's even better than your father."

That certainly helped my ego. I just groaned my gratitude as my cock spurted again.

We returned to the company of the rest of the family a short while later, still glowing with the pleasure that we'd both experienced. We were happy and content and feeling good. Regrettably that mood didn't last. As we approached the dining hall with our dishes, one of the alien women spotted us or to be more specific, she spotted me. They were sitting crouched in the shade of the medical unit. The instance she saw me, she started shrieking again. Her outburst was immediately reinforced with the outraged hissing of her companion. I groaned aloud with disappointment.

"Don't let them bother you son," my mother muttered teasingly, pulling me in for a peck on the cheek as she spoke. "They might not like you, but I certainly do. Let's just get inside and out of sight. They'll probably settle down again in a few minutes."

I did what my mother advised. I followed her into the dining hall and went with her to drop off our dirty dishes. I grabbed a coffee and she grabbed a tea and a biscuit. With that we went and joined Emma. She was sitting at a table removed from the rest of the family. With her were Rebecca, Angela, and Vicky. They all fell silent when I sat down amongst them.

"So what's the problem with them?" I asked grumpily, glancing about as I did. There were a lot of long faces at that table. Rebecca decided to reply first.

"We don't know Adam," she replied sympathetically, "but we do know that they don't like you. When you're about, they start screaming and when you're not about, they calm down. In fact, they're quite inquisitive and friendly when they're not screaming. While you were gone they explored everything down here in the settlement, including the bathrooms."

"That sounds just grand," I grumbled aloud letting everyone know that I wasn't happy about the situation. "We risk our necks to save them and they don't like the only male in the group. Wonderful! That's just fucking wonderful!"

"Adam," my wife chided me, "let it go. Right now we don't know anything about them and they don't know anything about us. It's going to take time to figure this out. You need to be patient."

"No I don't," I said back, not wanting to give in on this issue. "The aliens that put us on this planet sent us to rescue these women. We've done that. They're in the safe zone and nobody can get to them. If they don't like me they can leave."

"Adam," my mother said raising her voice and giving me a look, "that's enough. I know this is annoying but you're a bigger man than this."

"I might be a bigger man," I shot back angrily, "but I'm pissed and I'm frustrated and not just with those women out there. Unfortunately, they're the straw and I'm the camel and my back is hurting right now. Our 'bloody benefactors' have wasted four months of our lives and then saddled us with alien women who we can't communicate with and who hate me. I risked my life and the lives of several women that I love and care for to rescue them and I'm not happy with the end result, so if you want me to stop griping, give me something to make me happy and I'm not talking about sex. Does anyone have an idea how to communicate with them?"

"I've tried," Angela said in reply, looking a little uncomfortable, "but other than figuring out that 'Neh-Neh-Neh' means 'no' I haven't gotten very far. Their language isn't like anything I've heard before. It's going to take me a while to figure out how to communicate to them and then to teach English to them."

"Well," I suggested, "what about a universal translator like they usually have in all those 'Star Trek' movies. What about getting one of them?"

"Will the aliens give us one?" Angela asked, looking at me with surprise. "It would certainly make our lives easier."

"I've put off asking for anything," I sighed in response, "until you ladies came to a decision on our housing issues, but I think this problem has become a priority. We can't live with these women if they keep shrieking every time I walk by. It's just too annoying and it's leaving me irritable."

"Well," Emma piped in, "don't let our discussions stop you from asking. We're actually done talking about the dwelling and how we're going to live out the coming winter and the baby boom. We still haven't resolved whether we're going to finish off the original dwelling or not but if our 'benefactors' are obliging, we want mobile homes to live in for the immediate future. We'll sort out the rest as needed if we get the mobile homes."

"All right," I replied enthusiastically, feeling positive about something at last, "that sounds like a plan. I'll try for the universal translator first and if we get that, I'll ask for the mobile homes."