Chapter 3

“I’m goin’ to town for supplies. Leaving in five minutes so y’all best get ready,” Pa announced after breakfast.

“Not me, I’ve got baking to do,” Ma said.

“Well, we can’t miss that, that’s for sure,” Pa laughed.

“Boy, how ‘bout you? Want to see those purty town girls?” Pa asked, laughing harder.

“Nope. I’m going to fix that harrow.”

“What? No one wants to go to town.”

Ma and I both shook our heads.

“Farmers,” Pa laughed. “Well, make me a list. If there’s money left over, I’ll get it.”

Ma started making a list for Pa and I went out to the barn to work on the harrow. I heard him drive off about twenty minutes later but stayed focused on the task at hand because we really did need the harrow fixed. It was hours later that I stood up and stretched to ease the crick in my back. Hungry and thinking it must be near lunch time, I walked over to the house. I wasn’t prepared for what I found.

The counters were covered in flour and bread dough. Some loaves had already been baked and were cooling on the counter, others were formed and ready to put into the oven. Ma was rolling dough out on the wooden kitchen table where we usually ate our meals, her back to me. She was wearing a white apron that covered her from her neck to her knees but underneath she was only wearing what must have been the nightdress she’d worn under her robe last night. I could see the dress she’d worn this morning neatly draped over the back of one of the chairs and the white underdress on top of it. Ma wasn’t wearing any shoes, she was barefoot.

Ma was rolling the dough back and forth. I could see almost all of her legs and her luscious bottom wiggled and tensed with each push and pull. I stood quietly, knowing I should back out but not quite being able to force myself to do so. Standing slightly to one side as I was, I could see her breasts filling the apron each time she leaned forward to roll out the dough. She must have forgotten I had stayed home to fix the harrow.

In the midst of my quandary, Ma turned her head. She saw me but instead of screaming and grabbing her dress to cover herself, she simply smiled and turned back to her task. I couldn’t believe it.

I watched her for a moment longer, my cock hardening and making a tent on the front of my pants. I walked up behind her for a closer look. Ma paid me no mind and just kept rolling out the dough. She must have been making pies because she was rolling it out real thin, leaning far over the table to stretch it out. I could almost see the bottom of her ass, the nightgown was so short. She must know what I could see, so why was she doing this?

Ma’s words from the night before sprang back into my mind, the ones she had struggled with. — Your Pa hasn’t been a full partner... he hasn’t been his whole self —.

I looked down at Ma’s back and her flexing behind. I dropped my hands and delicately pinched the material of nightgown between my fingers. Lifting it up, I flipped it up onto Ma’s back, both horrified and thrilled by my action.

Ma didn’t miss a stroke. She kept rolling the dough, back and forth, back and forth. I stared at her bare ass and remembered my dream of pressing my cock against it. I fished it out of my pants. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. Wack off on her bum? I pointed my cock at Ma’s ass and pressed it against her flesh. Ma kept rocking back and forth, as if I wasn’t even there. I pressed a hand onto her back, slowing her to a halt, then guided my cock to her fleshy pubes, rubbing it between her lips.

Ma let go of the rolling pin and pushed it away. It rolled over the dough and clunked against the wall. Ma grabbed the sides of the table and waited. I pushed my cock into her and she groaned out loud. She was tight, like a girl, I guess. I had never been inside a woman but I had heard from other boys at school that older women were supposed to be loose. I knew then that Ma had spoken the truth about Pa. He hadn’t been doing his duty, probably not for a long time.

I was all the way in. I ground it around in a half circle, then pulled it out and, slowly, shoved it back in. It was a little easier this time and I realized that Ma was lubricating. That excited me a lot. I was making her wet! I pushed it around in two full circles when I was all the way in and Ma groaned. I liked the sound of that. I pulled out and pushed back in three more times, then pulled out. I paused with the head of my cock barely inside her cunt, then slammed in hard. Ma cried out and her head flopped forward. I pulled out and lunged into her several more times. Each time pulling a reluctant grunt from Ma.

I pushed her down onto the table, pressing on her back to crush her tits into the dough, and started a raucous, rollicking fuck. Each time, the table banged into the wall. Harder and harder, faster and faster. She felt so fucking awesome, it was indescribable. Ma was still hanging onto the table. I grabbed her hands and pulled them back, holding onto them as I lurched into her, again and again and again.

After a while, I dropped her hands, leaned onto her back and, hunched over her like that, started humping against her butt furiously, my legs slapping loudly into the back of her thighs. I squeezed my hands under her and grabbed her tits, gripping them tightly as I frantically banged her, knowing I was close, ready, ready... “Ahhhhhhhhhhh,” I cried, spewing my spunk into my mother, crushing her beneath me as my legs grew suddenly weak and failed to support me. My body contracted as my juices jerked out of my cock. Gasping and not quite finished, still spewing sticky white cum, I pulled out and watched my slimy, snake-like cock pull out of Ma’s cunt with a wet plop.

Ma was panting, struggling to breathe. Her eyes were closed and I was glad she stayed on the table and didn’t turn around to look at me. I didn’t know if I could handle her looking at me after what I’d done. I put my cock away and hitched up my pants, then walked out of the kitchen like nothing had happened.

An hour later, Ma called me in for lunch. She was wearing her dress.

The table had been washed and was set out with two bowls of soup, two glasses of milk, and a big plate of sandwiches in the middle. We sat down and ate. Nothing was said about what had happened. Ma asked me how I was coming with the harrow and I complimented her on her bread. I felt like we were eating lunch in dream.

When we finished, I was about to go back to the barn when the news came on the radio. Evidently, things were starting to happen. The Germans had launched a surprise attack and had caught the British and French off guard. The enemy had charged through a forest and were swinging around behind. The Germans were racing for the coast, potentially trapping the Allies in Belgium, and they were also heading for Paris. Things looked dire.

Out of the blue, Ma said, “Why don’t you leave the harrow for now. I don’t think your father will be back for a couple of hours yet.”

She walked out of the kitchen into the living room. She looked strangely more shapely even though she was wearing one of the same old dresses she always wore. Was that because I knew what her body felt like now? The thought of her lying on this very table, pounding her cunt with my cock, made it get hard again. Suddenly, Ma’s underdress flared into my vision. It was still draped over the back of the chair but I hadn’t seen it until now. Ma hadn’t put it back on.

I got up and followed Ma into the living room. She was kneeling on Pa’s overstuff chair, facing the wall. I walked over to the chair and stood behind her. Ma leaned forward and braced her hands on the back of the chair. I got my cock out of my pants and lifted her dress. She was naked under the dress and her ass was bare.