Chapter 3

Gladys and I spent the rest of the afternoon busying ourselves with work around her cabin. I gathered and chopped firewood, got some more water from the creek and just generally tried to make myself useful. Though she didn’t say or do anything obvious to show it, I could tell she wasn’t fully at ease with a man’s presence around her house. But, little by little, I could see that her unease was drifting away.

Early in the evening, she made a very simple but fine supper of fried chicken, potatoes and snap peas. After helping her with a quick clean-up of the dishes and kitchen area, we sat on the porch and talked about our lives to that point; “How old are yew, Jim?” (I was 29 at the time). “Why ain’t yew married?” (I had dated several women, but never found one I wanted to spend my life with). “Where’d yew grow up?” ... and so on. I answered her questions truthfully and plainly while smoking a cigarette and savoring the early summer evening breeze.

Soon enough, Gladys said “I ‘on’t drank much, but I got me a hankerin’ fer a sip o’ shine. Yew want some, sugar?”

“I’m game, sweetie-pie” was my reply. She walked inside, grabbed a Mason jar from the cabinet, spun the top off and sat on the couch inside. Now that the sun had fully dropped below the horizon and the moon showed her face above the trees, the damp night air was carrying a slight chill, so I was happy to head inside and join her.

“This come out o’ my momma’s ol’ still, over by Sherry’s place. It ain’t th’ smoothes’, but it shore packs a punch. So be careful there, handsome” she grinned before taking what I thought was a very healthy swig, straight from the jar.

“Whoo! Tha’s some pa’erful stuff!” she yelled after - and handed me the jar.

Based on her warning, I took a cautious sip and as soon as that liquor hit my throat, it felt as if someone had punched me in the gut. I couldn’t breathe! For a few seconds, I sat there gasping, probably looking like a six foot tall goldfish on her couch. She just chuckled, “Told ya, didn’ I?” I just nodded as my breath returned enough for me to cough a few times.

Gladys and I were both still a little sore around the genitals so we decided it would be best to just have some more moonshine and relax the rest of the evening away. At some point, she turned on the TV (no cable or satellite in this area back then) and we watched some movie-of-the-week pablum while continuing to sip from the jar – though the sips became less frequent as the night wore on.

I don’t know what time it was when she declared, “Honey, I’m plum tuckered. I’mma hit the hay. Yew can join me in bed, if ya like...” She offered.

“I’ll gonna have a smoke on the porch, and I’ll be right behind you.” I assured her.

“I was hopin’ yew’d say ‘at” she said, and gave me a kiss. Then she stood, pulled her dress over her head to remove it and walked to the bed before flopping down. Less than a minute later, I could hear very faint snoring sounds from her.

I stepped out and had a quick cigarette. Then, true to my word, I went back inside, got undressed and joined her. Rather quickly, I felt myself drifting toward sleep also.

I woke the next morning to the crisp mountain air of daybreak sifting through the window screens and the warm aroma of coffee percolating. Gladys had started the day before me again. I rolled over to see her naked in the kitchen, already working up a fresh batch of biscuits. As she was pushing downward and rolling the dough, her arms pushed her magnificent melons together and then allowed them to drop with a dick-stirring wave of jiggling. “‘Morning, beautiful” I said with a smile.

She smiled back, “‘Bout time yew started a-stirrin’, lazybones. Yew better get down t’ the crick and wash up ‘fore I finish yer breakfas’. That-a way, I can do the same while’s yer eatin’ – yew know we ain’t gonna get no cleaner if’n we both go down there t’gether” and her smile broadened.

“Another wise idea from my favorite, beautiful, big-titted biscuit-maker” I quipped. “I’ll head down there just as soon as I get my good morning kiss.”

She sighed and blushed, “C’mon over here, sugar – and I’ll give yew some sugar.”

So I padded over to meet her in the kitchen and turned her body to press into mine, face-to-face. She took her flour-covered hands from the biscuit dough and slapped my ass with both palms, startling me, then she kissed me. Soft at first, but gradually with more passion. My dick began to harden and climb up between us, caressed by the bottoms of her massive jugs.

She pulled back and slapped my ass again, causing me to yelp, then said, “Yew better git to it. If’n we keep ‘is up, we ain’t never gonna git no food in ya.”

So I grabbed a bar of soap and took my turgid rod down the short path to the creek, all the while dreading the cold water bath awaiting me.

The icy experience, much like the previous day’s, was not pleasant. But as I stepped out of the water and began the walk back up the hill, I began to think I could eventually get used to it. Plus, I figured, it was a guaranteed method of cooling off a hard cock, easily proven by my pre-bath rigitity and current softness. Before the creek, my dick stood out iron-straight. Now, it softly slapped against my thighs while I trudged up the slope.

As soon as I stepped through the back door of the cabin, Gladys tossed me a dry towel and said “Don’ bother gettin’ dressed, we’re gonna eat nekkid.” And she pulled a tray of piping-hot biscuits from the oven.

Per her instructions, we remained fully nude while we ate a small, but filling breakfast of coffee, biscuits and homemade preserves. She wolfed hers down quickly and headed out the back door to the creek for her morning bath.

I finished and began cleaning the dishes just as she came back in and began toweling off. “Jim, honey, I need yew t’ do sump’n fer me. I need yew t’ fill that promise yew made yesrerdee ... y’know... ‘bout lickin’ my pussy? I got a’ awful itch down ‘ere right now and I could really use some hep.”

I walked over to her, telling her “Sweetie, all you have to do is ask. Get your ass back on that bed so I can scratch that itch for you.”

She giggled as she quickly moved to the bed. “I ‘as hopin’ yew’d say ‘at, Daddy. I cain’t wait fer yer tongue in my pussy, ‘specially now, since I shaved her fer ya’.”

She lay back on the bed, letting her thighs fall apart and revealing that shaved paradise to my eyes. Idly rubbing my once-again inflating cock, I moved between her legs and began kissing along her calves, then the inside of her thighs. Slowly. Higher, then a bit higher still, and finally all around her vagina. But purposely avoiding her sacred spot – teasing her.

“Daddy, yew ain’t gotta tease me t’ get my pussy wet. C’mon, Daddy. Put yer mouth on me.”

I rumbled a small groan of satisfaction and began tonguing her outer labia, then her inner labia. Then, while inserting two fingers in her boiling pussy, I latched my lips onto her clit. I happily kept my face buried in her snatch for a while, sucking away on that clit and using my fingers to rub her g-spot.

“Oh, Daddy. Tha’s jus’ what I needed.” she whined. “Keep a-goin’. Don’ yew dare stop now. I’m almos’ there, Daddy. Yer gonna make me cum so hard.”And she did.

Another surprise for me; she squirted! I had heard stories, of course, of women who squirted during orgasm. But this was a completely new experience for me. Her first squirt hit my bottom lip and chin with enough force to make me back up few inches, my mouth open in surprise. Then, her second squirt hit my open mouth ... I was amazed. Somehow, my dick got harder as I savored the mouthful of pussy juice she’d gifted me all at once. Again, I began rubbing my hard dick without thinking.

“Oh no, sir! Yew ain’t gonna be jerkin’ that thang while I’m around. It’s my job an’ my play-zure to get Daddy’s cum out. So c’mere and push it in my cooch, Daddy.”

I stood and began inching my aching rod into her. Once again, she gasped as it separated her outer pussy lips. And once I was fully inside her, she once again stopped me to take a minute to acclimate to my dong’s erect size. But after just a few moments, she nodded to me and I began pounding into her with all my strength, plowing in and out of her drenching depths. This time, I focused only on my own need to cum. So I continued using my cock to punish her pussy – over and over again. Her huge boobs jiggled, rolled and wobbled across her entire upper body. On several occasions, I tried, unsuccessfully, to capture one of her nipples in my mouth while I hammered into her. Even using both of my hands, I couldn’t steady her tits enough to succeed. But that still left me licking all over the rest of her gigantic breasts. So, y’know, no complaints.

Too soon, I reached the breaking point and told her so, “I’m gonna cum, sweetie. Do you want me to cum inside you again?”

“Yes, Daddy! Yew gotta keep shootin’ yer cum in my litte pussy ‘til yew put a baby in ‘ere.” And I did just that, unloading everything my balls could manage – straight into her heavenly pussy.

I fell atop her, resting on those glorious fun bags, both of us panting. After a few minutes, my cock began to soften and I pulled out of her. Another gush of our mixed fluids oozed from her well-fucked gash and dripped onto the bed.

“Jim, thank you. The itch was hittin’ me sump’n paa-er’ful and I jus’ didn’t wanna play by my own sef if’n I didn’t hafta. Plus, yer big ol’ cock shore scratches it better’n I ever could, honey.”

“Well, sweetie, I told you yesterday that Daddy would be happy to put his cock in your pussy didn’t I? It’s Daddy’s job to help his girls with their pussy itch.” I smiled and kissed her.

Gladys broke the kiss, “Wait. Whadda yew mean ‘hep his girls’? What other girls d’yew got in mind?”

“Well, based on my limited time here, I know that your sister and her daughter are also plagued with these ‘itches’. And while I know they’ve been helping each other, I have this sneaking suspicion that they’ll be looking for more help from me too. Am I right?”

“Hmm”, Gladys reponded, “you’re prolly more right than yew know. I didn’t thank of it, but I bet yer right.”

“So if that situation arises, how would you like for me handle it?” I asked.

“Aw hell, honey-bunch. I don’t care if yew fuck Sherry. If yew ‘member, I watched ya’ll fuck yesterdee. Ya’ll can lick and suck and fuck all yew want. But DO NOT shoot yer cum inside her. I know I said ‘fore, an’ yew agreed t’ folluh my rules. But I’mma say jus’ this one more time; don’t yew give her a baby ‘fore you gimme one.”

“I remember the rules, sweetie” I said. “Do you want me to get some condoms, just in case?”

She looked completely baffled “Get what now?”

“Condoms. You know ... rubbers?” I answered her.

“Naw. Yer a grow’d-up man who knows howta shoot where he’s ‘sposed to. Rubbers is jus’ fer them stupid teenager boys that caint control themsef. ‘Sides, I don’ know if we got any rubbers in town that’d fit on yer big pecker.”

I began blushing slightly.

“And no fuckin’ Shawna’s pussy! Not ‘less me or her momma says it’s ok. She’s just a horned-up teenager so she’ll prolly try to convince yew otherwise. But she dunno what’s best fer her own sef, ‘least not yet.”

“I remember.”

“Alright, let’s git t’ movin’, handsome. We gotta get dressed and stop over t’ look in on Shawna. I also need t’ go by the grocery sometime t’day, if tha’s alright.”

“That’s all perfectly fine to me, sweetie.” I answered, and we both get dressed, loaded into the truck and hit the road.

As we motored up Sherry’s driveway, I noticed Angel sitting on the front steps, combing through her wet hair. Clad in a plain, white t-shirt and simple overalls that the pant legs had been cut off to imitate shorts. When she heard the truck, she looked up, beamed a smile and began waving. She didn’t stop waving until we had stopped the truck and I began to get out.

“Hey, Aint Gladys! Hey, Mr. Jim! I was hopin’ ya’ll’d come back today so’s we can catch bugs later!” she joyfully shared.

As I reached the other side of the truck and opened the door for Gladys, Angel continued. “I shore hope ya’ll can stay ‘til the bugs come out. Shawna used t’ hunt critters w’ me, but she don’ no more on account o’ her pussy itchin’. Ever-time I wanna do sump’n, she says “My pussy’s itchin’. Yew go on ahead’n I’ll catch up to ya’.” But she never does.” the girl moped.

Gladys gave the child a hug and said “Well, sugar pie, we’ll have t’ see how the day goes. We might be able t’ stay later, but I dunno yet.”

Angel continued pouting. “Anyhow, Momma’s ‘round the back, dryin’ ‘er hair from the crick. She prolly ain’t got no clothes on yet, so Mr. Jim can stay with me while yew go an’ talk to Momma. ‘Zat a’ight, Mr. Jim?”

“That’s a very good idea, Angel” I said. “Maybe you could sit with me on the porch and tell me all about the animals you’ve caught here. Does that sound alright?”

“Why shore, Mr. Jim!” With that, she took my hand to lead me up the stairs, pointed to a rocking chair for me to sit in and plopped her butt down in the chair to my left.

“What’s the biggest animal you’ve caught, Angel?”

“We can catch ‘coons and possums real easy like” she answered. “My Daddy useta shoot deers and sometimes even bears! But Momma won’t let me use the shotgun, so I cain’t shoot nothin’” and her bottom lip poked out again, like she was gonna start a new round of pouting.

“But mos’ times, I jus’ catch frawgs an’ bugs an’ stuff. They’s real tricky an’ small an’ fast, so yew gotta be smart like me if yew wanna catch ‘em.”

Angel continued regaling me with her exploits of captured bugs, spiders, racoons and opossums while I smoked a cigarette.

Then, I felt her hand on my left arm. “Mr. Jim, my Momma tol’ me I need t’ ‘pologize t’ yew. I shoulda never asked ‘bout yer stiffie yesterdee. I’m sorry.” And she looked up at me with sincere, almost wet eyes. “Momma sez mos’ fellas don’ like t’ talk ‘bout stiffies, ‘specially w’ girls like my age. It makes ‘em get all jittery and ner-vus.”

I tried to gather my thoughts before speaking. “Angel, your Mom is right. But what happened yesterday wasn’t your fault. Having said that, I will accept your apology because you’re a very brave girl for being honest and talking to me yourself, instead of your Mom having to do it for you. You should feel proud of that, young lady.”

Her smile beamed again. “Thanks, Mr. Jim” and though I was still seated, she leapt into my arms for a hug, almost toppling us both from the rocking chair. I put my arms around her to return the hug just as Gladys rounded the corner of the house, coming back toward us.

“Angel! What’d I tell yew yesterdee? Yew leave Mr. Jim ‘lone, now!” Gladys barked.

“But Aint Gladys, I...” Angel began.

I cut her off. “Gladys, everything is fine. Angel was just giving me a hug after apologizing for making me uncomfortable yesterday.”

“Yeah, Aint Gladys. Momma tol’ me that some fellers don’ like to talk ‘bout their peenus and stiffies and whatnot. She said I should ‘pologize to Mr. Jim an’ I did.”

Gladys’ demeanor softened quickly. “I’m sorry, Angel. I should’n o’ assumed. Yer a good girl fer ‘pologizin’ like a grow’d lady.”

“I was jus’ doin’ like Momma said. I didn’ figur’ Mr. Jim’d care t’all. ‘Sides, Momma said Mr. Jim don’ have a peenus.” Angel said.

“What?!” I begged.

Angel had clearly become bored with the conversation, so she hop-stepped down the porch stairs toward her bicycle. “Tha’s what Momma said. She said “Jim don’ have a peenus, he’s got a big ol’ swangin’ cock. Momma said only fellers tha’s special don’ have a peenus. So I reckon yer special huh, Mr. Jim?” she smiled.

With that, Angel got on her bicycle and started riding down the gravel driveway. “Momma knows I’m a-goin’over t’ see Jenny! See ya’ll later and we can catch bugs, Mr. Jim!” she yelled over her shoulder.

I turned my befuddled eyes to Gladys, who suddenly had an expression that was half-rage, half-smile, and she immediately began heading back around the side of the house.

“Sherry!” Gladys bellowed. “Dammit, girl! I’mma jerk a knot in yer neck!”

I knew from life experience that getting between two arguing women was a dumb idea, so I chose to sit back in the chair, light another cigarette and try to stay out of the way as long as possible.

Though I could no longer make out what what being yelled, I could tell Gladys was still trying to find her sister. Then I heard the back door slam. Then I heard what sounded like a plate breaking. Then, two women shouting. After some more shouting and at least one more dish breaking, I heard footsteps approach the front door from inside. When Gladys opened the door, she seemed calm again.

“Jim, honey. Can yew come on inside, please?” Gladys asked.

I rose and entered the house, where Gladys motioned toward the kitchen table. Once my eyes adjusted to the darker interior of the house, it became plainly obvious to me that Sherry still hadn’t put on any clothing. I once again looked to Gladys with a questioning glance.

“In case yew ain’t figur’d it out yet, Jim, Sherry don’ never wear no clothes inside the house. Matter o’ fact, she don’ put nothin’ on, ‘cept when they’s company over – or when she’s gotta go int’a town.”

Sherry nodded “That’s right, Jim. Aint none of us wears nothin’ in the house, mos’ times. Angel still wears hers all’time ... but I reckon she’s gettin’ sef-concious ‘bout her body ‘s all. Tha’s normal fer a girl her age, ya know? But me an’ Shawna don’ never put on no clothes ‘cept to go out front o’ th’ house or int’a town. Or, like Gladys said, when they’s comp’ny over.”

As the blood began rushing to my cock, I dumbly replied “Hm’kay. Well, it’s your house. I suppose you get to make the clothing rules, don’t you?”

“Anyways,” Sherry continued, “Gladys tol’ me I made yew uncumfter’ble, talkin’ ‘bout yer cock in front o’ Angel. I shore am sorry, Jim. That girl was talkin’ a blue streak, askin’ s’many questions ‘bout boys an’ peenuses an’ then she tol’ me she thought yew was getting’ a stiffie yesterdee ... I guess I wadn’t thankin’, s’all. I’m real sorry, Jim.”

My mouth began moving, but no words came out. I was still too stunned by the fact that anyone would talk about my dick to anyone else, especially one of her offspring!