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"Hey, what happened to the radio?" I yelled. There was no answer. "What happened to the radio?" I repeated, stomping into the kitchen.
"Your Ma fixed it," Pa replied cheerily.
"Fixed it? It's broken," I said.
"It's nothing to do with me," Pa waved me off, filling his mouth with toast.
I glared at Ma.
"We don't need to hear any more about that awful war, now do we?" Ma said.
I strengthened my glare but Ma didn't blink.
"No, I guess not," I conceded.
"I'd like to talk to you a bit about that. Do you think you can spare the boy for an hour or two around lunchtime, Harv?"
"Sure," Pa said. "He can bring the truck back."
It was a long morning because I kept thinking about how soft Ma's tone was when she asked Pa if he could spare me. All matter of things French woman could do for a guy filled my head. Once out of Pa's sight, I drove the truck hard over the field roads, tossing stuff all over the box. Skidding to a stop, I jumped out of the truck and hurried through the barn. Ma appeared at the back door just as I rushed through the barn door and turned around to go back into the house. As she walked into the kitchen, her fingers reached behind her back and started undoing the buttons on her dress. I broke into a run.
I burst through the doorway and almost tripped over the wash tub full of soapy water which was sitting just a few feet inside the door. The radio was playing strange foreign music. The woman was singing in French, I think.
"Get undressed and get in the tub," Ma ordered.
She was standing in the middle of the kitchen with her back to me. The back of her dress was undone and I could see skin from her shoulders down to the middle of her back where a white underslip started. It wasn't like the white underdress at all, being made of a more delicate, shiny kind of material rather than heavy cotton.
"Get in," Ma repeated. "You're wasting time."
I scrambled to get my boots and shirt off, then shucked my pants. Pulling off my socks and underwear, I stepped into the tub. It was hot, very hot.
"Sit down," Ma ordered.
I tried to but it was too hot. Ma started to push the dress off her shoulder but stopped when she saw I wasn't all the way down. I forced myself lower, wincing as the scalding water enveloped my balls. Gritting my teeth, I sank to the bottom, expelling a loud groan.
"Soap yourself," Ma said.
I picked up the soap and began scrubbing my chest and arms. Ma flicked the dress off her right shoulder, then turned her head to watch it fall off her other shoulder and catch halfway down her upper arm. Ma dropped her arms and shrugged, letting the dress shake down her back onto her hips. With a kink and twist of her hips, the dress fell to the floor. My scrubbing slowed almost to a stop as I became mesmerized with the vision in front of me.
The shiny white slip under Ma's dress covered her from her shoulder blades to just below her bum with a healthy dip into the middle of her back. There was a six inch flash of bare thighs before her legs were covered by white stockings. I had never seen a woman in stockings before, not a real live one anyway, only in pictures. My throat went dry.
Ma waved her bottom at me, moving it in a wide oval. Holy smokes, I wanted to stand up right then and fill her from behind like I had the night before against the counter. Ma pulled the slip up. She was bare underneath, exposing her bum and a glimpse of pussy hair underneath. She bent over farther and a pink slit appeared. My cock stood up out of the water like a badass stump. Ma sidled backward, her pussy waving an intoxicating greeting.
"Do you want it?" she cooed.
"Yes," I rasped, hardly able to speak.
"I don't just mean now. Do you want it enough to stay home?" Ma demanded.
"Yeah, definitely. I told you already."
My hand started stroking my cock. I had to do something because it was aching to be touched. Ma turned around. She pulled the slip up her body and peeled it over her head and arms, then tossed it onto the floor, shocking me with a never-seen-before disrespect for good clothes. Ma twisted her body before me like some kind of African voodoo dancer, accentuating the thrust of her breasts and the jut of her nipples. She pushed her hair up the sides of her head and let it drop. With a saucy pout, she asked, "What if I won't do any of those French things with my mouth?"
"I don't care," I answered truthfully.
"Is my body good enough for you then?"
"Yes, Ma. Absolutely."
Ma walked right over the tub, her feet straddling either side. She wiggled her pussy in front of my face.
"Do you really want me to be a hussy?"
I shook my head. "No," I said, and I meant it.
"I will if you want," Ma purred. "It might be kinda fun."
I didn't know what to say so I just kept staring at her pussy and her tits hanging above me. Ma stepped into the tub and bent down until her knees were beside my chest.
"Maybe you can show me some of those things you want me to do with my mouth," she said.
"What?"
Ma grabbed my head and pulled me forward, then moved one foot out of the tub and behind me.
"I hear French men kiss their women in special ways. Show me," she said, lifting the other foot out of the tub and lowering herself until the back of her knees rested on my shoulder. Ma was almost sitting on me with her legs spread in front of my face.
"They kiss it," she croaked
"What?" I cried, confused and alarmed.
"Those filthy French women kiss your cock." Ma squirmed closer, until she was almost touching my face. "Kiss me there and then I'll do things with my mouth."
"Ma..."
"Kiss it," Ma ordered, lunging forward and mashing her pussy on my mouth. Her hands grabbed my head and pulled it into her. She groaned, and rasped in my ear, "Use your tongue like those filthy French women do. Kiss it with your tongue."
Ma was squirming all over my face, mashing her pussy all over my mouth and nose.
"Tongue it," she hissed.
I didn't know what to do so I pushed my tongue out the side of my mouth into her leg.
"No...inside me... put it inside me."
I mumbled through a mouthful of hairy pussy, trying to say 'how'.
"Stick it in my cunt," Ma cried, bucking it against my face.
I pushed my tongue out straight and hard, making it into a stiff little mini-cock.
"Ohhhhhhh, yeah," Ma cried, shoving her mount on my little make-believe cock. "God, ohhh yessss, like that," she mewled, fucking my face.
I hung on, using my hands to brace myself against the sides of the tub. Ma was frantic, yanking my head up between her squeezing, throbbing legs. She threw her head back and cried out, then slowed down and pulled away, looking down at me.
"Lick it," she said.
I couldn't tell if it was a request or a command but I started licking anyway, as if I was eating an ice cream cone that would soon melt.
"Yes, yes. Good boy," Ma said. "Keep doing it," she cried when I slowed down. I had no choice. I licked and licked and licked. "Stick it way in," she yelled a few minutes later. Another wild bucking session followed and I wondered what had happened to my normally quiet and reserved mother? This time, when she relented, a syrupy liquid squirted all over my face.
Ma stood up, got out of the tub and walked over to the kitchen table while I washed my face. I stood up in the tub and noticed that the table had been covered with a thick blanket. Ma bent over the table and gripped the sides. She was still wearing the white stockings which emphasized the swelling lobes of her ass and the pussy underneath. Ma twitched her ass and pushed herself up on her toes. I stared at her beckoning cunt.
"Hurry," she cried.
I leapt to my feet and left a wet trail up to Ma's slightly spread legs. Placing my hands on her back, I nudged her swollen lips apart with my aching tip, throwing my head back as it garnered its first taste of her sweet nectar. I pushed in as slowly as I could. She had had her way with me and I wanted to tease her good. By the way her clutching cunt grabbed my shaft in a series of rapid, pulsating caresses, I sensed Ma was ready for another climax. I was aware, young as I was, that a man could last longer if he had already come but a woman might just be getting warmed up. Teasing Ma would be an uphill battle.
So I slid in and out of Ma as slowly and thickly as I could. I worked my cock around in a small oval on the way in and out, trying to pressure her sensitive lips as much as possible while digging into every bit of throbbing inner wall that I could. I pushed and massaged her back to move her nipples about on the scratchy blanket, hoping the chafing would further excite her. I wanted Ma to be get really horny. I wanted her legs to be so weak she couldn't stand. I wanted her so hot she'd become my own, home-grown, French slut.
I pulled all the way out of Ma and paused as if ready to shove my meat back in but instead stepped back to a disappointed groan. I grabbed Ma's hips and walked her ass around to the side of the table, using a handful of her hair to drag her upper body until it lay across the table instead of along it. I moved up to Ma's ass and pushed her head down so it hung over the edge as I nudged my cock between her legs. Ma moaned and lifted herself up on her toes again, ready for more.
Instead, I stepped back and walked around to the other side of the table. I waited for Ma to look up to see what I was up to. As soon as she did, I bludgeoned the tip of my cock into her mouth, forcing myself an inch or so past her lips. Ma gulped in surprise, and that felt good on several levels. Gently, I pulled back and pushed forward again, suppressing a grimace as her teeth scraped over my tingling cock.
"Use your lips, Frenchie," I gasped, bending my knees and fucking upwards with tiny thrusts into Ma's mouth.
Ma was a trooper. She did her best to accommodate my erection, which felt like it was getting bigger every second, though it couldn't be. Her head felt so fucking good. I moved a little faster and deeper and Ma took me without complaint except for a watery cough or two.
"Make me stay home, Frenchie," I panted, humping her mouth. This felt so hot I felt the need to remind her why she was doing it so she wouldn't quit. I might be pretending about the possibly of leaving but I didn't feel like a cad about it anymore, not right then anyway.
Ma gagged and pulled her head back so I grasped her head and held it still. As soon as she cleared her throat, I started pumping her face again. Man, oh man, this was so... fuck, she was gagging again, slow down and take it easy, fuckhead, yeah, so hot and slick, her mouth was so slimy, and the sound... that gurgling, sucking, gagging sound... man, no wonder guys went off to war. Is this what Hank found over there? Were Spanish women as dirty as French women? Had Ma offered this to Hank? No way, she couldn't have. Who in their right mind would ever leave home if they could have this?
I was moving steadily in and out of Ma's face now. I had only meant to get a feel of what it was like and to tease her by leaving her pussy, but this was so good I couldn't stop. I wanted to come in her mouth. It would be gross, she would probably be mad, but I needed to do it, to leave my spend on her face. I couldn't stop now, I had to come. Faster, faster, sorry Ma... I know you're gagging but... I can't... stop... "Ahhhhhhhh, fuck, fuck, awwggggaahhhhh."
I hunched over Ma, squirting, convulsing, my cock falling out of her mouth but still shooting, so much, so good, banging against her cheeks and nose and into her eye, then down and in her mouth again, oh yeah, so great to be back in that hot slick mouth between her wildly flicking tongue and her soft, squishy throat. Fuck, fuck, fuck, "Unnnghhh, unnghhhh, unnngghhhh."
I stumbled back and almost fell. Ma pulled herself up and braced herself on her hands, leaning over the table. Her face, what had happened... oh shit, it was covered in my spunk, all over, on her forehead, dripping from one eye, some in her hair. Oh Christ, I was going to get it!
Ma laughed, gulped in a big lungful of air, then expelled it in another burst of laughter while milky white bubbles frothed at the corner of her mouth. I stepped forward and held out my hand. Ma took it and stood up, reaching across to retain our hold as I walked her over to the wash tub. She knelt down, leaned way forward, and dipped her face into the soapy water. It was too much. I squatted over the tub, pushed my cock down, and entered her from behind.
Several rounds of gurgling, wet laughter later I pulled Ma up to her feet and, in a half stumbling crouch, we waddled into the living room, never breaking apart and never missing a thrust. Awkward and ungainly as it may have looked, I maneuvered Ma onto Pa's overstuffed chair and, once her knees were on the cushion, pressed her into the back of the chair and really went to town on her.
My theory was right. I lasted much longer in Ma that second time. I hunched and strained over her for so long, I almost forgot to go back to get Pa.
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There was no holding back after that. Every opportunity I had I got together with Ma and the beauty of it was, she often found time the extra time for us herself. I reveled in getting Ma to do slutty stuff for a while but it wasn't really that long before the novelty wore off. After a few months, our sex became more tame and could better be described as making love. We still did lots of oral, both ways, but it became less messy. Doggy, as it later came to be known, was our preferred style. Ma associated the Christian way with Pa so she never let me do it to her like that, at least lying down. We did do it face-to-face but only with me holding her up in a semi-sitting position in Pa's chair, once against the kitchen wall after Pa went to bed, and one time against the fridge before Pa came down for breakfast.
Yeah, I said fridge. That's something else that happened. Once we entered the war, things really picked up for the farm. Farmers were needed to feed America and its allies and we were appreciated again. Things went well. We hired some older hands and put a lot more acreage to seed. We had the money and I made the time to make things easier for Ma, like electricity and running water in the house instead of a hand pump. I even built a bathroom with a bathtub—no more outhouse—and I bought a wringer washing machine so it didn't take Ma all day to do the laundry.
Pa was better for a year or so but after the war ended he lost steam for good, sliding downhill until he passed away in early '46, just long enough to see Little Hank born. People gave me a lot of credit for staying on to raise my little 'brother' but after a while wondered why I didn't take a wife of my own. To stop the gossip I married Marylou, a town girl from the wrong side of the tracks. She wasn't much older than Ma would have been when she had me and, like Ma, was just on the right side of nice to look at but with great figure. We had a little boy right away and a little girl two years later.
I built a new house for my family and left the old house for Ma. I wanted to build a big house for all of us but Ma wouldn't hear of it. "You and Marylou need a house of your own," she said, so that's the way it was. Ma and Little Hank stayed in the old house.
After I got married, Ma and I stopped having sex. It wasn't my idea. About five months later, when Marylou was noticeably pregnant, I was fixing the sink in Ma's house and she was watching me from where she sat at the kitchen table. While I was on my back, Ma got up and walked over to stand by the sink. My head was in the cupboards, tipped up so I could see the pipes, when Ma lifted her left foot and stepped over me. Straddling me like that, I could see up her skirt until her legs got lost in the darkness but Ma soon hitched her dress up, purportedly to scratch the side of her knee, which let me see all the way to a strip of white panties covering the pussy I had once known so well.
"I have something I want to show you after," Ma said.
"Yeah," I answered. "What's that."
"It's in my room," she replied.
"Can't you bring it down here," I said. "I'm almost finished."
"No, it will be better if you see it up there."
"Ma, I got a lot to do today."
"It's important," Ma replied.
"Can't it wait?" My response was kind of testy. Ma's legs were distracting and looking at her panties reminded me of how much I wanted her and how much more exciting she was in bed than my young wife. I had tried to renew our sex life after only one month but Ma had shut me down, hard, so I didn't believe for one second that her straddling stance was anything but an accident. I just wanted to fix the pipe and get going, maybe stopping to relieve myself in the barn. I made my last turn and started shifting around to get out of the cupboard. Ma shuffled back and I half sat up, bracing myself on my elbows, and twisted around to retrieve the plumber's putty. "Ok, what's so all-fired important."
"Never mind," Ma said. "It doesn't matter."
She turned around and walked away.
"Ma," I called after her retreating back. She turned and walked up the stairs.
"Ma," I called again but there was no answer, just the sound of her measured, quiet steps. Ma was never a stomper, even when she was really mad.
Shit! I got up and put the wrench and putty on the counter. Exasperated, I followed Ma up the stairs. She was lying on her bed when I reached her room. Her whole body was shaking. She was crying.
"Ma," I said in a soothing voice. "Ma," I repeated, sitting on the edge of the bed. I put my hand on her back and rubbed it gently. "What's the matter?"
Ma shook her head. I grasped her right shoulder and pulled it up, toward me. Ma rolled over easily and quickly, surprising me but the bigger shock was my loss of sight.
"Pbbtttt," I blew out, then scrabbled at the cloth covering my eyes. Ma was laughing hard. I yanked the cloth away from my face, angry yet relieved that she wasn't crying and already starting to laugh with her. "What the hell?"
"Watch your language," Ma rebuked me.
"What's going on," I said, properly admonished.
Ma's eyes were sparkling with amusement. Her eyes lowered to the cloth I held in my hand. I followed her gaze. It was her panties! I jerked my head back to look at Ma.
"Do you have time to see what I want to show you now, or are you too busy?"
She seemed quite amused by the question. My mouth went dry.
"Show me," I rasped.
Ma started dragging her dress up her legs. She stopped at the knees.
"Are you sure you have time?"
"I have time," I answered, nodding impatiently for her to continue.
Ma smiled and continued pulling up her dress. Halfway across her thighs, she paused again. I jerked my head and tried to tell her to keep going but the words stuck on my dehydrated tongue. Ma laughed, a smug, satisfied chortle.
The dress moved higher, almost there. It would be bare in a second or two. Ma plunged the dress down between her legs, raising her knees up about six inches and widening the gap between her thighs.
"I don't know if you're ready for this," she breathed.
"I am. I'm ready," I insisted. Ma's expression was questioning, unbelieving. "Ready for what?" I asked when Ma's sparkling eyes regarded me but her hands remained clenched between her legs.
"Something I read about in a dirty magazine."
"A dirty magazine. Where did you get..."
Ma cut me off. "It was a story magazine, and in one of them, there was this French woman, and she..." Ma's voice trailed off.
I nodded my head impatiently. "Yeah, yeah... she, what?"
"She... cut herself, down there."
"Cut herself?" My face wore the horror I felt.
"Just her hair, with scissors." Ma laughed out loud. "You look so worried. I mean she trimmed herself."
