Family farm Fun 1

This story contains My mother Janet (28) twin sisters Ashley (12), Joyce (12), cousin Abby (15) and myself Randy (14).

My mother grew up in Arkansas. On a farm with my grandfather and grandmother and two uncles. My grandfather was hard working man and a proper man. So when my mom became pregnant with me when she was 14 he was furious. He let her stay of course but things were never the same. 2 years later my mom became pregnant again. This time with my twin baby sisters. My sisters and I never did know who our father was, my mother didn't like to talk about it and it made her very depressed so I didn't press the issue too much. Unfortunately when my mother became pregnant her father had enough and kicked her out of the house. My mother as she later told me expected this. She said she never expected to have my sisters or me but was never mad that she did. She told me that she only had sex twice and consequently paid the price for it.

When we were thrown out my grandfather was kind enough to give her some money. As I was only 2 at the time I was unable to help when mom built a small shack in the forest for us to live. She would make bags and other small items, as she did not want to leave us alone being so young. She could not afford babysitters or any luxuries. Using whatever money we had for food, clothes and survival.

By the time I was 7 I was able to help out more. I did not go to school but did get an education. Albeit not to the standards of other kids. My mom bought my sisters and I books and notepads and taught us from what she had learned. Every morning and night my sisters and I would practice math and English. During the day I would look after my sisters while my mom left us for work in town.

When I was 10 our family finally came into some good luck. My mom met a man who she served while working at the diner she had found employment. A romance started and he took us all in with open arms. His name was Ted and he was by all means a nice guy. He treated me as if I was his son. He was rich by "normal" people's standards and incredibly wealthy by ours.

However our luck did not last long. When I was 11 we were living with him but still now married. He would take trips and be gone for long periods of time. Sometimes weeks. One day while doing the laundry my mom took his wallet out to wash his pants. She tossed the wallet onto a side table as she put the pants in the washer. The walled fell open to show pictures of his family. His real family. That night when he got home there were fireworks. We were his second family. Mom was his mistress. Mom threatened to tell his wife. He got scared and paid mom a considerable sum to forget he existed. Considering the circumstances she accepted.

My mom had always been a country girl and that had been cut short when her father threw her out. So with our new found wealth we left the city and bought some land and set up a farm. By the time I was 14 we had built a reasonably well functioning farm, we were able to afford some luxuries but not many. And this is where the story really begins.

One day after I was finished milking the cows I came inside, tired. That was my last chore of the day. I was hungry and tried to seek out my mother if she wanted a snack too. I went up to her room and her something coming from inside. Her door was open a crack and what I saw blew my mind away! There was my mother naked as the day she was born, furiously fingering her cunt! She was moaning and writhing on the bed. I felt my cock to harden in my pants and moved down to rub it softly. As I shifted my weight however the floor creaked (as we had wood floors) I don't know if mom heard but I didn't stick around to find out. I quickly went to my room and shut the door. I pulled down my pants and my young hard cock popped out. I had heard of masturbation when I was 11 when living with Ted from some boys at school. Since then it had been a daily habit but today was different. Today I had a face to the body I was picturing. My mother.

I grabbed my hard prick and began frigging my self with a newfound vigour. I closed my eyes and imagined me with my mom, her fingering herself and me jacking myself. The thought was too much for me and within minutes I was spewing me jism all over the floor.

After I cleaned the floor I went downstairs for a snack. My mom was there and smiled when she saw me. She asked what I was doing in my room and I shrugged and said "nothing really."

She nodded and said, "as long as you were having fun." There was a different glint in her eyes as she said this but I didn't notice it yet.

Over the next few weeks it would become a daily activity, each day after my last chore I would come inside and watch my mom finger herself and each day after that I would jack myself silly.

One day however, everything changed. My mom's older brother Frank and his wife died in a car accident and their daughter Abby came to live with us. What's the big deal you ask? The big deal was that my sisters shared a room, my mom had her room and I had the only other room in the house. So when Abby came to live with us, she shared my room. Thus severely, cutting off my masturbating privacy.