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CHAPTER 13: THE FARM FAMILY: DISCOVERY

“What are you 3 going on about in here? We could hear you in the kitchen.” Marge and I were carrying the bowls and platters of food into the dining room for breakfast. There was not enough room around the little kitchenette table for the 5 of us.

The food was placed on the table and her sons waited for her and me to sit before they started passing the food around. I noticed immediately the absence of a formal prayer, another piece of fallout from their former existence.

I watched obliquely as the 3 young men loaded their plates with eggs, ham, and biscuits. They may have been as intent on the food in front of them as hard-working men on a farm would have to be, but there was an element of little boys coming out as their eyes flashed back and forth between them, smiles they were trying to hide, and giggles and laughs they were struggling to suppress. And, it was plainly more than they could manage to control.

Marge and I didn’t find any of this to be a mystery, though. It was evident even while we were in the kitchen before they were moving around upstairs. Despite the much longer night Marge experienced, one of her roles in the family was to have food ready for her men who put in the majority of the physically taxing work on the farm. A role that I share with her in my support of Albert, we were awake and moving with early light and the sounds of the new day. So, as we had coffee ready and the meal cooking, the first clumps of feet in the morning were soon followed by low words shared and constricted laughing. As Marge had indicated the night before, this old farmhouse might muffle sound from one room to another but did not hide it.

Marge sipped her coffee from her favorite mug, one her sons had gifted her when they were little that simply said ‘MOM’, peering at them over the lip, suppressing her own smiles, but her eyes giving away the delight she found in the playful exchanges of her sons.

“Boys, what has …” Sitting close to her at the corner of the table, I reached my hand quickly to her. I had talked to her about this earlier. She looked at me and frowned. She had their attention, now needed to correct herself. “I want to make something clear to you.” She made eye contact with each of them in turn and their attention was fully on her. “There isn’t a mother anywhere that has more love, gratitude, appreciation, respect, and more love for her sons than I have for you. I want you to know, that all of you are the men of this house. So, if I sometimes refer to all or any of you as my boys, it is purely and simply my affectionate term for you because no matter how old we become, you will always be my boys. But, understand, I see you as men.”

James got up, first, then the others and they trooped around her chair for a group hug and kisses to the top of her head.

When they were reseated, she started up, again. “Now … without trying to embarrass Samantha or you, do I take all this snickering and glancing back and forth to mean you enjoyed last night?”

She brought her mug back to her mouth and I duplicated the motion. I no longer had coffee in mine, but I, too, was trying to hide my reaction as I waited for their response. It came from the oldest, James, as the others stopped and looked to him, apparently, something they had already worked out because he did not look to them. He self-consciously looked at me, grabbed his orange juice and drank some, then turned to his mother.

“Yes, mother, we agreed that last night was far beyond the simple description ‘enjoyed’.” He turned to me, “Thank you, Samantha. I know we all thanked you last night, but we want you to know how much we … well … enjoyed that.” He chuckled at having to use the same word and we all burst into laughter, lightening the tension. Then he turned to his mother, again, “But, mom, we were wondering … did you enjoy last night, too?”

My eyes flicked to her in time to see her reaction. She had just taken a sip from her mug when the question came directed at her unexpectedly. She nearly choked and spat the coffee back into the mug, her eyes huge in surprise. Her response was a mumbling stutter, “I, I … I …”

Her sons were beaming with delight at her reaction and it was James, again, who continued after glancing my way, “You were quite loud last night, mother.” I tried to suppress my laugh, but when the boys saw me, they burst out laughing. Marge turned a bright a red and continued to sputter a meaningless response. He quickly got up from his chair, taking her in his arms from behind her chair and kissed the top of her head, then placing his head alongside hers. “I didn’t intend to embarrass you. I’m sorry if I did. Yes, we have been a bit silly this morning, but the experience last night was … maybe something we didn’t know when or how it might happen for us and we love you for that gift. But that gift, bringing Samantha here, is minor to the gift you have given to us every day by being you. I don’t know if this is coming out very well, mom, but … as much as what we experienced with Samantha blew our minds, we each agreed this morning how much more delighted we felt at hearing you enjoying it.”

She turned her face to him, “You weren’t upset that your old mother found satisfaction from another woman?” He kissed her cheek and all 3 of them allayed her concern with a firm ‘no’ in unison.

James stood behind his brothers, a hand on the shoulders of each, “We love you, mom. You are the most important person in our lives and have been forever. As much as you see us as men while still being your boys, it became clear to us that while you will always be our mom, we realize and understand that you are a woman who has the same desires and needs that we have felt.” He looked at me, giving me a smile, then back to Marge, “To address your question, I know my brothers would agree with me, we certainly don’t see you as old and, if Samantha can show us these pleasures, why shouldn’t she show you, also?”

I got up from my chair, stopped at hers and leaned in alongside her head and whispered, “I told you so.” I returned with the coffee pot and refilled everyone’s mugs, including my own. Marge and I had not planned for any of this, but I decided to plow ahead while the feelings were ripe. I stood at my chair, blowing into the mug before taking a sip. Being the only one standing drew attention to me and I took it.

“The 4 of you seem to be in agreement, then. The intention of my being here has been a success.” Heads nodded. “My question then, to make the most of the remaining time, what you expect from me as a group interest?”

The boys seemed to be confused. Marge jumped in, “I think what she is asking of us is, are they any new conditions or requirements we want to put to her to enhance our pleasure going forward.” I nodded. The boys just continued to look at us and I was sure they were thinking they had a good thing going as it was and did not want to ruin it with offending comments. Marge stood up and came to me from behind, her hands on my shoulders. “For instance, since we all enjoy her and the pleasures she brings, how about if she was to remain naked?” With that she reached around me and unbuttoned my simple dress, pulling it up to get to the bottom buttons. Once they were undone, she spread the dress open to their view.

James was gathering up his nerve; I could see it in his eyes. “How about … she is to be always naked inside and outside the house. She is to be available for any of us whenever and wherever we desire her?” I could not avoid smiling. Partly because this was a young man that only last night had never experienced sex and now was contemplating ways that I might further entice them throughout their day.

I felt Marge’s hands squeeze my shoulders, an indication to me that she was deciding. She pulled the loose dress from my shoulders and off my arms, placing it over my chair. I stood before the boys as Marge’s hands went in front of me, sliding up my stomach and stopping just below my breasts. She, as well as I, was watching their reaction. What reaction I could see was restricted to watching hands as they inched closer to my breasts and finally encompassed them, giving each a quick squeeze.

“I agree. Samantha will be naked and available to any of us for the duration of her stay here, which is tomorrow afternoon, right?” I nodded. I turned around in her arms and kissed her passionately on the lips. She moved her arms around my neck and returned the kiss. When I looked back at them, the boys looked stunned to witness their mother in an open, passionate kiss with me. Despite what they overheard last night, this was in front of their eyes. But, the stunned looks gave way to smiles and appreciation; appreciation of what it meant for their mom and, also, appreciation for what it meant for them in the coming days. She reminded them, however, that a farm had some chores that could be put off for a time, but others that were critical each and every day.

Breakfast was over. The boys stood and each came to give their mom a demure kiss on the cheek and I wondered if that could change soon. I stood to the side and watched. The boys stood, awkward, not moving for the doorway and their chores. I stepped forward, making a guess, and putting my arms out. Jason was closest and stepped into my arms. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. He broke the kiss, but I held him close so I could whisper, “I am here for you. I hope you won’t be shy.” He smiled and his hands roamed down my back. The same was repeated to each of the boys.

While cleaning up the kitchen, I proposed an idea for stepping into the next part of Marge’s interest … she with the boys. She was still nervous about the boys’ reaction but I reminded her of their comments and we agreed. And, all through the cleaning up, she touched my body when she came close. She was hot with the idea of her boys.

When we were through with the kitchen, I left the house in search of the boys. She was sure they would be tending to the milking of the cows and goats and feeding all the a****ls. I went to the barn where the cows would be ushered in for milking and rotated through. James and Jason were there. My sudden appearance in the barn naked was a distraction, but one they adjusted to in order to finish. John had been milking the goats and feeding the other a****ls and soon showed up to join his brothers. Despite milking goats at home, I had never handled milking machines, but with some close supervision from John, I was picking it up. We duplicated the system James and Jason were using, one handling the machine while the other moved the cows around. After finishing the last of the cows, we all worked to clean up the floor and spread fresh straw on the floor. The boys were surprised by my skill and effort, but Albert had been a good teacher in my farm education.

We were all dirty from sweat in the confinements of the barn in hot weather, moving the cows, and the general dirt surrounding the a****ls. We stood in a tight circle and surveyed the barn and I could see the boys checking off mental checklists. James verified, much to his brothers’ irritation, that the other a****ls were taken care of, and we looked at each other. I looked down at myself, following their eyes, and I started laughing.

“See? This is why Albert suggested I not be naked at home doing the chores.” They laughed with me, but the laugh was also mixed with surprise … they realized that I do this at home, too.

As we walked to the house, I remembered that there was one bathroom. At that moment, I could not remember if it was just a tub or if there was a shower included. Marge met us at the door. She was holding 4 cold glasses of water. She sent Jason upstairs, the rest of us got comfortable on the porch. There turned out to be a shower, as I found out when it was my turn, which was last because I wanted to talk to Marge privately.

After my shower, the upstairs was quiet and the 3 doors to the boys’ bedrooms were closed. I opened James’ first, “In your mom’s room.” I repeated it at the other 2 doors. I went to Marge’s room and was turning the cover and top sheet down and folded them over the chair stuck in a corner. I turned to find the boys in underwear crowded in the doorway.

I put my hands on my hips and looked at them sternly, “Out of your shorts.”

Someone reacted, but I was already turned back to the bed, crawling into the center, “But …”

I looked over my shoulder, swatted my ass, “This is a butt … do I need to be rough or are you coming peacefully?” They were more than a little surprised. I knelt in the middle of the bed and faced them. “Last night you each brought me to orgasm and I did you.” They looked at each other, but nobody was giving up their secret. “This time, for your education and experience, we will try group sex.” I smiled at them, “An awful lot of people never get to experience this, but I know you will love it, especially after you get comfortable and engaged. Now, come join me. I am yours to do with as you wish.”

It took James, again, to get it going. He moved to the bed and took the advantage of being first to pull me to the bed and kiss me. Soon, very soon, the others were touching and kissing my body. I felt a hand on my wet pussy and I broke the kiss with James to look. It was Jason who suddenly looked nervous. I smiled at him, “I was just curious. You are doing wonderfully.” I went back to kissing James who now had a hand on my breast, the one John was not sucking at.

“Shift.” I decided everyone change places. As James slipped a hand between my thighs, I reached down and touched his hand. “Try using your mouth and tongue like I did to you last night.” I went back to kissing John. I quickly moved them through rotations so they would each do each thing until Jason was now licking at my pussy.

“Is there room for another?” Marge and I had this planned, of course, but the guys were surprised. They stopped what they were doing and spun around to look at the door where the voice had come from. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch. Marge was standing in the open doorway and she was naked, her hair down, which dropped just past her shoulders.

The guys sat or lay around me still stunned. I whisper to them and it was unavoidable that their mom would also hear, “Someone better respond.”

James had been in my arms, but turned to the edge of the bed and stood up, moving to a few feet from his mother. “Mom, you … you … want to … be with us? I mean … have sex … with us?”

She nodded her head, then looked at the other boys who were now standing, too. I could no longer see her as her boys were lined up in front of her. “I do. That was one of the reasons I brought Samantha here. I want you all very much.” She looked at them, fully looked at them. “My … my boys have certainly become strong, handsome men. Without you, I don’t know what I would have done. I love you each and together so very much.”

In unison, they moved up to her, took her in a group hug, but then she purposely moved to hug each of them separately and deeply into her, naked mother against naked son. As she hugged into John, she looked at me over his shoulder, tears dropping from her eyes, and silently mouthed, ‘thank you’.

After embracing the last of them, she took a step back, her boys in front of her. The 4 of them caught in the moment of the strangeness of the situation. She was certain in her own mind; she had thought about it, planned for it. Her only concern was for them and their reaction. None of them had shied away from her, each accepting, eagerly, her embrace despite their nakedness.

She looked into the faces of each of her sons, “Yes, to your question, yes, I want to be with you, each of you. But …” she searched their faces, “… but, it can only be good if each of you also wants it.” There was no hesitation as the 3 of them moved to take her hands or arms to lead her to the edge of the bed. Their answer was clear and unquestioned.

I was still sitting in the middle of the bed. Strangely, there was no awkwardness with my presence in the situation. I moved to the side and patted the bed next to me for Marge. She was released by the boys and she crawled onto the bed, kissed me on the lips and lay on her back before her boys, her legs slightly separated. The boys crawled up onto the bed, but I sat up quickly with a thought and turned to Marge.

“This is a time of discovery for all of you. You and your men will need to discover what activities you all or each enjoy. I have come to understand that they like me to suck their cocks.” She looked from me to her sons and her gaze dropped to their groins where she found stiffening cocks growing before her eyes. “Marge, have you … ever?” She shook her head. I was not surprised given how she had described the attitude toward sex. I smiled, leaned into her and kissed her passionately on the lips while the boys had to watch. “Excellent! School is back in session.” She gave a nervous laugh, but it changed as she joined the anticipatory attitude of the boys. “Okay, guys, you sit at the end of the bed. Marge, you and I have 3 cocks to attend to.”

The guys took their place at the end of the bed, Marge and I rolled off the bed and knelt before them. I told her to follow my lead and to think about the action as making love to them through their cocks with only her mouth, lips and hands to express that love. She was kneeling in front of Jason at one end of the line with James in the middle and John in front of me. She shyly looked up to Jason as I described what she was going to be doing to her son. The love and respect transferred between them as he leaned forward, put a hand to the side of her face and kissed her on the lips.

Her hand found his hard cock as she turned to watch me lower my face to John’s cock. I licked the head, kissed it, then licked the entire length. She could see his cock flex and strain under the attention and she looked up at his face. She found him watching her and they exchanged smiles. She lowered her face to Jason’s, repeating my actions, seeing the same physical response, and looked up into Jason’s face. She was rewarded with another smile.

She looked over to me to find that I had moved to taking the head of his cock into my mouth. I exaggerated the sucking to show my cheeks pulling in so she would understand. Then, I moved my mouth down over his cock, pulling up and sucking, then moving back down. She watched a few cycles, then duplicated the action on Jason. His groans and his hand on her head encouraged her. I stopped to watch as I stroked John with my hand. I then touched her shoulder and indicated that we both move to James. I had her take his cock head into her mouth and I licked the shaft below. We continued to rotate between the guys, inducing more pronounced moans and groans as we did.

I sat back on my heels and watched her. She was fully intent on her son’s cock until she sensed that we were all watching her. With her hand still on the cock, she pulled back and looked around at us. “What?”

I just smiled, “Nothing … it would appear you like this as much as they do.”

She looked shy, again, exchanging looks with the guys. Her answer did not come to me. Her gaze was on her sons. “No, I don’t … I LOVE the feel of your cocks in my hand and mouth and lips and tongue. The reality of being with you exceeds the anticipation. I want everything and to give everything.”

“Then, I suggest you experience the taste of it, too. You and I suck the guys to climax. I can tell you that their seed is good.”

John reacted, “But, we were hoping to lay with you both.”

“You will. We will make lunch after, you will recover and continue.” That satisfied them and the look on Marge’s face seemed to show her realization that she was about to experience more in the next few hours than she might have in weeks or a month of marital life.

I pulled back from John as I heard Jason climax. Marge was sucking hard and swallowing eagerly. When his groans subsided, her mouth came off his cock but returned to lick or suck off any new drop of cum escaping from the head. Then she licked around the entire head before licking her lips. She froze when she realized we were all watching her. “What?”

I smiled, “You are beautiful.”

Jason reached forward, took her face into his hands and tilted it up to him, kissing her. “Yes, you are …”

She smiled, looked at James shyly and moved to him, grasping his cock as she settled in front of him. “Good thing this floor is carpeted … I just might be in this position a lot.” We all chuckled and I returned my interrupted attention back to John.

Marge and I were busy in the kitchen preparing a slightly late lunch. We were naked as we worked because all 5 of us were planning on more sexual activity shortly. We suggested the guys relax while we prepared a quick lunch, with the suggestion that they, too, remain naked. They seemed a little nervous at the idea of running around the house naked but conceded that if we were, they would.

We were side-by-side at the counter as she made sandwiches and I put left-over side dishes into serving bowls. I asked her, “How are you feeling? You just sucked and swallowed the cum of 2 of your sons.”

She stopped and turned to me. “Amazingly good. I know I said I wanted to do it, felt like I needed to do it. But, doing it, actually doing it, felt more right than I even imagined.” She went back to working on the sandwiches. “The best part, though, was their reaction. From the moment I stepped into the room and interrupted what you were doing, they weren’t just accepting, they seemed to desire it as much as I was. It’s perfect, Samantha.” She stopped and hugged me. “Thank you. There is no way I can thank you enough for this.”

I gave her a quick kiss and slid my hands down her sides to her hips. “I was just the catalyst, the 4 of you were primed for it.”

After lunch, the guys eagerly assisted in cleaning the kitchen. Then, they followed Marge and me upstairs to her larger bed for round 2.

I held onto Marge’s hand and pulled her up onto the bed with me. I lay down with her next to me. I bent my knees and spread my thighs out to the side, opening myself up to the guys standing at the end of the bed. I looked at Marge to follow suit.

“Samantha! My god … that … oh, my god … in front of them …” But, she relented and followed my action completely.

I laughed and looked at the guys who were focused on their mother spread out in front of them. The looks on their faces were not looks of sons looking on their mother.

“Guys, it is your turn now.” I turned my head to Marge and told her to repeat after me. She gasped, but she did. “I sucked your cocks. Now, it is time for you to return the pleasure with your mouth on my pussy.” She said it, but her face was a bright red. She was more embarrassed by saying that than being spread out in front of them.

We obviously did not have enough pussy for each, so they were going to have to switch off. I directed 2 of them to Marge and the remaining one to me. When Jason crawled on the bed between her legs, Marge raised her head to watch in near disbelief that her son was indeed heading for her pussy. When his lips came into contact with her lips, his tongue sliding along them, she gasped and dropped her head back to the pillow. I smiled.

“Guys, it is very important that before attempting to penetrate your partner, you make sure she is ready. Jason, is your mom wet and her pussy lips pliable and easily opened?”

He put his mouth back onto her pussy, then opened his mouth wider and I knew he was pushing his tongue into her when her mouth gaped open and cried out, “Oh … oh, oh, oh … oh my … oh, Jason, that feels so good.”

He then slipped a finger into her, pulled it out and sucked off her juices noisily. This boy was quite the tease. He smiled up at his mom, “Oh, yes, she is very wet.” He teased a finger back into her, “And, my finger slides into her easily.”

She gasped, “Oh, god, Jason … what are you doing to me?”

I wiggled out from under John, thanking him, but deciding the focus should be on Marge. I had Jason yield and James take his place, then John. As John took his turn, I moved next to Marge. I kissed her. Her eyes focused on me and she was already panting. “I think it is time, guys. She needs to be fucked. Each one of you in turn. Remember what I said, think about your partner’s pleasure.”

James was next to me, his hand on my shoulder, “Not you Samantha?”

I leaned into him, “Thank you. Trust me, I am pretty sure this will not be the last time we will be together like this today. Besides, this is a special moment for you all.”

There was no competition or discussion. John was at her pussy, already, so he simply moved up her body, his eyes fixed on hers and vice-versa. It was amazing to watch as mother and son were completely mesmerized by what they were about to do. As he approached her, his chest skimmed over her breasts. We were all watching as the first time was about to happen. His cock touched her pussy as he moved forward to kiss her. He worked it like a pro, whether by accident or intention. He pulled up further and kissed her neck and whispered something that we did not hear, but made her grasp him tightly to her.

He pulled back from her and looked between their bodies, reached down and positioned his cock on her pussy, finding her hole and slipping into her. The moment was clear to us when Marge gasped out at the initial penetration. As he slowly and carefully pulled back and moved further into his mother’s pussy, she gasped out stronger, adding moans as he achieved a deep penetration. She smiled up at him and pulled him down for a kiss but he diverted to her breasts, kissing, licking, and biting the sensitive nubs sitting proudly on top.

As they found a good rhythm, I asked the other 2 which was next. They did paper, scissors, rock and determined that it was Jason. I spun around him and captured his cock in my mouth. I was going to have the next son in line ready and hard when it was time for him.

Marge was nearly delirious with pleasure and pride. The guys left us to do some more chores and suggested that we get some rest. Not that I needed it, but Marge was certainly needing some. Marge fell asleep and I prepared a dinner, which somehow came together as the guys finished up and cleaned up. When they came down, they had Marge with them. They had requested that she remain nude like me. That night and the next morning were similar, although, I got into the sex much more.

* * * * *

Upon my arrival back at the ranch, Harley was pestering me so badly that I dropped to the ground and pulled my dress up over my butt. He was on me in a moment.

Albert and I were relaxing in the back at sunset with a cold beer. “So, you never did mate with the dog?”

“Nope.”

“The whole thing was hooking them up?” I gave him a, yep. “Huh … you think we’ll hear from them, again?” I gave him another, yep. I was positive. She still wanted the dog.

* * CHAPTER 14: THE SQUATTERS will follow * * Thanks for reading.

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