Chapter 11
I sent Daisy June back to her room before pa caught us. My belly muscles felt like I'd been in one of them rodeos they have over to Fort Smith and one of them bulls had tromped my middle. But I'm practically never sick, so I couldn't lay in bed if I didn't want pa taking no special notice of me. I dragged myself out, but I sure as hell didn't feel like I'd had near enough sleep. Of course I hadn't, what with spending more'n half the night fucking my two sisters until both of them was happy to totter back to their own room.
And that'd taken a heap of fucking, like I've already told. You add that right on top of that session I'd had at the swimming hole with Granny just earlier during the afternoon and I guess it's not hard to see why there had been mornings when I'd felt fresher and better rested.
At the breakfast table pa told me about some weed-chopping he wanted tended to in the cornfield before the sun got up enough to burn off the early morning cool. I asked if he'd be working with me, in a roundabout way, of course, hoping he wouldn't; working alone I'd find me a good shade and have a nap, but that'd be out with pa around. I was tickled to death when he said there was business in town he was gonna have to tend to.
Only ma didn't seem tickled by that news one bit. She lit into pa, claiming the only business he had was tomcatting around after a young widow lady out twenty miles or more the other side of town who she told pa she'd heard about him seeing lately.
Pa, he didn't deny it, he just acted like a story like that was too ridiculous to take serious notice of and joshed ma about wasting her time listening to gossipy old scarecrows. Granny chimed in to tell ma that even if such wild stories was true, she had no complaint so long as pa was the good provider he'd always been and he kept up with his homework.
Real angry-eyed, ma snapped, something about the reason she knew the stories was true was because keeping up his homework was exactly what pa hadn't been up to lately and she said he knew exactly what she meant. Then pa told her she'd ought to take into account that he was getting older and all men's powers to keep on their homework slacked off some as they got older. But ma wasn't buying none of that. She was still yelling at him as pa went driving away with kind of a shit-eating smile on his face pretending he was being very understanding and might even be a little pleased that ma was jealous.
Then Granny told ma she was a fool, that taking on like that with any husband was always a bad mistake for a woman and too stupid for any daughter of hers to pull. Ma fired right back at Granny, claiming she was partial to pa on account of him having slipped a piece of ass to her on the side, every now and again, all the years him and ma'd been married.
Granny acted real put out with me for saying such a thing, but I got a sneaking hunch probably ma was right. Now that I thought on it, pa and Granny always had seemed to hit it off special good for in-laws. I couldn't think of no other mother-in-law around them parts who got on with her son-in-law like Granny'd always got on with pa.
Ma insisted she'd known about it all along but hadn't minded on account of it was all in the family and she'd understood Granny's needs, so hadn't looked on it like she did pa tomcatting off to some stranger. But that didn't cool the huff Granny'd put on. So she went off to visit neighbors for the day and took both the girls with her.
I tried to slip off back to my room to catch up on my rest, what with pa gone for the day. But ma done the kind of switch I'd come to know is commonplace with women, telling me my pa's instructions about the work I was to do should be obeyed. So I slung a hoe over one shoulder and headed for the field.
Our big cornfield is side by side with Minnie Pearl's, old Abner's step-ma and my pa's younger sister. Pa farms both pieces of ground, on account of Min is a widow and his only sister and the land all belonged to their pa, so my pa'd growed up working both fields. But he had insisted on Min seeing to it that Abner done the hand work and the like the way pa wanted. So I took a good look at the other field, hoping pa'd stopped past Min's and left some weed-chopping orders for old Abner, too.
But he hadn't. Or if he had, Abner'd talked Min into letting him off the work because he wasn't over there in the other field anywhere. It made me mad, being out there all alone that way, and I lit into them weeds like it was their fault. Once I got to working, I began feeling better, my sore muscles loosening up as they got warmed up.
By ten o'clock I'd slaughtered enough weeds I knew pa'd accept what I'd done as a day's work. I was sweating good and feeling first rate and could've worked on a while, even though the sun was getting hot. But I'd gone off from the house without bringing along a jug of water and I was beginning to feel real thirsty.
So I knocked off and headed back to the house to get a drink. I thought about all the good feelings I'd enjoyed for the first time fucking Granny yesterday, then about the same kind of great feelings I'd found in both my sister's pussies, while I was walking to the house. It seemed amazing to me, when I compared the experiences, how very little difference age in a woman makes in the pleasure she can give a man's cock, so long as she's a woman who enjoys fucking and has done whatever was necessary to keep her cunt in practice. Because, as I thought back on it, I realized if there was any difference between what I'd enjoyed with Granny and what I'd enjoyed with the girls, all of it had to be in Granny's favor.
My cock got hard just from my thinking about all that great fucking. So I was so busy thinking I wasn't whistling or making what I suppose is my usual amount of noise as I walked up on the house. Looking back later on what happened, knowing I hadn't intentionally sneaked up to the house was important. Because if I'd sneaked in, that would be like I'd hoped to find something going on, when actually such a thought had never crossed my mind.
Anyhow, just as I opened the screen door to the back porch, it hit me all of a sudden how quiet the house seemed. Maybe I did close the door more careful than ordinary, but I was just listening, curious like, to that silence inside there.
Then I caught the distant sound of squeaking bed springs and thought at first ma must be making beds, a chore the girls had ducked that morning by leaving so early with Granny. But then I noticed how steadily them springs kept up that squeaking and I knowed no part of bed-making set up that kind of steady squeaks. Kids bouncing on a bed might. Only there was no kids that size in our house. I couldn't think of but one other thing that might set up such a sound from a bed.
Suddenly I found myself feeling real funny, a strange kind of wonderment and excitement almost stopping my breathing. Right then I guess I started sneaking. I was barefoot anyhow, so I didn't have to walk too much different from ordinary to keep from raising any sound. I started tracking down that sound, like an old hound dog following up coon scent.
It led me straight to the door of my folks' bedroom. The door was almost shut but not latched. Just beyond it the sound of them steadily squeaking bed springs was real strong. I don't know exactly why, but I seemed hardly able to get breath through my throat into my lungs as I eased that there door open until I could see into that bedroom. Then I froze right there in the bedroom doorway, unable to believe my eyes.
My ma was on her back on that bed bareassed naked and that damned Abner was between her legs, just as naked, his ass really jumping as he hammered that big cock of his in and out of ma's cunt. Her hands were rubbing up and down Abner's back lovingly and she was making little kind of mewing sounds like it was feeling pretty good to her but hadn't got to the point of feeling really great yet. And the way old Abner was socking the cock to her it was plain he'd never last long enough to give ma a chance for it to get to feeling really great.
In a flash I decided if ma was gonna get disappointed anyhow, I'd just as leave see to it Abner got disappointed right along with her. Before he'd quite made it to start coming, I yelled, "What'n hell's going on here!? I'm a good mind to stomp all the shit right out of you, damn you!"
By then I'd got from the doorway to beside the bed and grabbed old Abner and he yelped like a egg sucking dog caught with fresh egg-yolk in his mouth. I drawed back a fist to hit him as I give the hair of his head a yank that jerked his big cock right out of ma's cunt with a wet, sucking sound like a cork coming out of a jug, and laid old Abner back across the foot of the bed. Ma grabbed her arms together across her luscious pair of pretty big tits, looking scared to death, and yelped, "No, Lukey, don't hurt him!"
Like I hadn't heard her, I yelled, "I'll learn you to come sneaking in here when all the men folk is gone and go forcing my poor ma to fuck you, damn your eyes!" I grabbed one of Abner's legs and hoisted him over my head by that leg and his hair as I vowed, "I'm gonna break your damned neck, for openers, and then-"
Ma cut in there, screaming at me, "It wasn't Abner's fault, Lukey! You hear, son? It's not like you think! The boy wasn't raping me!"
I stopped with Abner up there over my head like I was ready to slam him down across the heavy footboard of the bed to break his damned back. I glanced at ma and said, "You say he wasn't raping you? Then what 'n hell was he doing? He sure 'n hell wasn't making love to you. He wasn't taking time or caring a bit about making it feel good to you-that I know for certain from what I seen. He was just hammering away, trying his damnedest to get his nuts off as quick as possible, regardless of how little pleasurement he give you. That sounds like rape to me, ma, regardless of anything you say to protect him."
"He's not the world's greatest lover, that's for certain, Lukey," ma admitted, "but he wasn't forcing me. It was all my own idea, actual matter of fact. He come to borrow a cup of sugar for his ma, and I asked him to come back. I figured if your pa could go tomcatting around trying to keep all the widows in the county happy, the least I'd ought to have for my part would be Abner."
I said, "But you'll get so damned little satisfaction with Abner it ain't worth you taking the risk of getting a bad reputation, ma. And he's got a big mouth."
Ma nodded and murmured, "I know. He's been bragging to me about fucking Granny. I already realized it was a fool thing to do. But there still was some satisfaction just getting back at your pa this way, regardless. And Abner bragging about it would be a help with causing embarrassment to your pa. But I couldn't stand having you hate me, Lukey. I was just thinking 'bout how you might feel if you was to-"
I cut in on ma, telling her, "You having human needs is no cause for me to hate you, ma. I know a woman needs fucking. And if pa's got a right to tomcat around with other women and don't take care of your needs, you got just as much right to find some outside fucking to make up for it to you. Only you ought to demand better'n pa gives you, not settle for something a lot less."
I tossed Abner down on the foot of the bed. While he was still bouncing on the springs, his big cock flopping, I told ma, "You'd get about as much satisfaction fucking a Spanish jack as you'll get fucking him. He'll leave you in worse need of a fuck than you was before you had him."
"I wanted to do something to get back at your pa more'n I was really in need of geting fucked," ma admitted. "But it was starting to feel pretty good."
"And he was just about to shoot his wad and wilt and leave you with nothing but your own finger to finish up what he'd started," I declared.
Ma give me kind of a coy look and lowered her eyes as she murmured, "Do you know where I might find someone better?"
Instantly Abner protested, "That's no damned fair, Aunt Hattie! He butted in on me and Granny yesterday an' Granny wouldn't hardly give the time of day afterwards. And besides that, it ain't decent!"
"Look who's talking about decent!" ma exclaimed. "I seem to recollect you bragging to me only a bit ago about how you'd been fucking Min since you was twelve and she caught you jacking off and told you to save it and come see her every time you felt a need like that."
"But Min's only my stepma," Abner protested. "We ain't actual blood kin, even if she did raise me. My pa's first wife was my actual-for-real mother. You know that. So my ma and me fucking ain't like you and Lukey. And 'sides that, you asked me in, so it ain't fair-"
I interrupted Abner, declaring, "So she can ask you right back out any time she's convinced you ain't man enough to do the job she needs a man for. Either you remember all the learnin' Granny tried to give you and start using it-"
Abner cut in angrily, insisting, "I've kept my ma happy 'thout all that messing around wasting time like Granny said a feller has to do, damn it! And I never heard no other guys talking 'bout wasting all that kind of time loving up a gal and all before they got down to the real serious fucking. I figure Granny could be different'n most women or it could take her longer getting her steam up because she's gotten older-"
Right there ma cut in on him, suggesting, "Or she could just know more about what a woman ought to be able to expect and demand of any man fucking her than most women do. Lots of women never in their whole life have had a man make them come, not even once, so they don't know that's what they'd ought to expect; don't demand it. Instead they just take whatever little bit of good feeling they do get before a man starts coming and try to ignore the frustration and nervousness they feel afterward and feel thankful for the crumbs of pleasurement they did get. Thet's all your ma's been doing."
"That ain't so!" Abner exclaimed. "If Lukey was to fuck her, I bet she'd tell you I make it feel one hell of a lot better with my cock the way I fuck than he can with his little thigh the way Granny thought was so great. I bet she'd even rather have a fuck from me with my cock than have Lukey eat her pussy like he ate Granny's. A cock like mine is something not many men have and the thing women go for most. Them with shrimpy little cocks like Lukey's go in for all that waste of time tit-sucking and cunt-licking and all trying to make up for not having a cock the size women really love and need, like mine." He smiled proudly.
Ma said, "You're real sure about that, are you, Abner?"
Old Abner came right back, confident as hell, "It was feeling real great to you, wasn't it, Aunt Hattie?"
"How close were you to coming?" ma demanded.
"Real close," Abner admitted.
"Then it wasn't feeling all that great," ma told him, "because I was only beginning to get warmed up a little. I'd have needed a sight more'n you'd give me to even get close to anything I'd say felt great. I'm sorry, boy, but whether you believe it or not, you need lots more than just a big cock to make sex great for a woman. A sight more important than the size of a man's cock is the size of his patience and his pleasure in giving a woman lots and lots of warm-hearted loving before he even begins fucking her, as well as while he's fucking her, and then after he's fucked her. That warm-hearted loving is what really turns a woman on. Just warm-hearted loving can get a woman worked up so hot she'll come without ever being fucked. Did you know that? But no man in the world owns a cock that can make a woman come all by itself without any help from some warmhearted loving. Without some warm-hearted loving, even the hottest-blooded woman seldom if ever can manage to come, regardless of the size of the cock fucking her. It's that warmhearted loving that makes sex fantastic for a woman, not the size of the cock in her, and the more warm-hearted loving she's given, the more and the harder she comes."
But Abner whined, "You're only saying that 'cause Granny's your ma and that's the kind of stuff she spouts. I bet if Lukey even knows enough about women to get my ma to fuck, he can give her all that warm-hearted lovin' stuff like you say and when he's finished she'll still tell you a fuck with my big cock is at least ten times better. I bet you anything."
"Like what?" ma asked. "What'll you bet?"
"Like if I win," Abner proposed, "I can come over here and fuck you, or you'll come to our place, every time Uncle Amos is gone, like today. And I mean fuck you my way, without none of that messing around wasting time or letting you climb on top of me or any of that cunt-licking or other stuff like Granny likes."
"And like what if you don't win?" ma suggested. "What if your ma says she likes Lukey's kind of fucking best? What then?"
"She won't!" Abner declared confidently. Then he frowned, as if struck by some sudden doubt. He added, "But if she did I guess I'd be extra careful just to keep quiet about this whole thing, like try to forget it. I sure as hell wouldn't have nothing I'd have temptations to brag about. If that's worth anything."
"You've got a bet," ma said.
Abner asked, "So now can we finish up what Lukey butted in on?"
Ma smiled, gave me a wink, and said, "Only if we do it Granny's way, you letting me call the signals. If I'm gonna bother trying to get even with Amos, I'd just as well get the most I can out of it, 'stead of just letting you add to the frustration he started."
"What do you mean?" Abner asked uneasily. "Now see here, Aunt Hattie, I ain't about to lick-"
"Tits are all I'll trouble you to lick," ma cut him off. "Now get stretched out here on your back, or else forget it."
Cousin Abner started moving to do like she said, so I got out, leaving them to it, and headed for Min's place.