Where it happened: Next to the Barn
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I was only twelve years old when I was first punished in the most hideous way. I was outside firing my father’s shotgun at the neighbors’ swine. Anybody elses swine would have been fine, however these were the state fair winning swine. Our neighbor, Mr. Rogers, had been raising the swine for five years and had won three consecutive state titles. Times were different back then, children grew up on farms, they developed muscle much earlier then the rediculous excuses for kids now. I could fire that shotgun as well as a man 15 years my senior. With careful movement I pushed the butt of the firearm against my shoulder, lined up the sight, and picked off Mr. Rogers’ swine one-by-one. Unfortunately I only managed to down four of his 22 swine before arousing the suspicion of the only other person within 17 miles our homes. As my mother stormed around the side of the barn, completely naked from bathing in the nearby stream, I knew that my killing spree would be short-lived. For the first time in my life I noticed how beautiful my mother truly was. She was a physically fit woman, with large biceps and toned thighs. This epiphany only lasted for a few seconds, however, as her muscled bare body pummeled over me. There was a feeling deep in my pants that had never presented itself before. This feeling was not short-lived as she stood, legs spread, over my aching body. I was not a stranger to nudity, it being 1939 and we being a country family, however this was the first time I had ever experienced this sense of ecstasy associated with it. As her warm vaginal secretions dripped onto my face, I rose to the challenge she posed. With a fervor that only pre-pubescent son could have with his mother, my salivating tongue slid up the insides of her childbearing legs and crept inside her. I could feel the hardness of her clitoris and the heat inside her. Scents of algae and a fishy smell entered my nostrils. This brought me feeling even closer to home. With a shudder, my dear, sweet mother laid over me and parted herself over the member that arose through the buttons in my overalls. The violent sounds from the death throes of the wounded pigs were drowned out by sighs and screams of extreme pleasure. The hay and grass on the ground stung my back while my loins were on fire. with even yet another shudder Mom arched her back as I, for the first time, pumped out the sweet juices of life. With my last surges of penetration, exhaustion had overtaken my body. She lifted herself of my immature frame with a low groan of satisfaction. In the last 75 years of my confusing life I have never shared this story with another living soul. For the longest time I had memorized a coverup story to explain the “adoption” of the 13th member of our family. It deeply pleases me to finally be able to reveal the truth behind the mystery of my duaghter being my sister.
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