J. Watson - Farm girl in heat

"I'm an animal with a hard dick that you wouldn't take care of for me," he said.

"You fucking bastard!" she screamed.

Donna Joe had never seen her mother like this. She was one mad woman. She was normally an attractive woman, but now she looked deadly as she walked toward them. Donna Joe expected her mother to come after her father, but her mother turned on her with a fury that was completely unexpected.

"You little bitch!" her mother said. "You were trying to steal my husband. My husband. You young bitch! You think all you got to do is spread your legs. Goddamn you! I'll teach you what a woman can do. A real woman!"

Everything had suddenly turned crazy in Donna Joe's world. She couldn't believe that it was her own mother who suddenly tore off her clothes. She noticed then that her mother still had a beautifully formed body, and her big tits stood firm and proud.

"I'll show you what a woman can do," she said.

Donna Joe's mother turned her attention back to her father. The shapely older woman pushed him back on the rug and kneeled beside him. She held her, hair back as she bent her head over the half-limp cock.

Donna Joe was both fascinated and shocked by what happened next. She never imagined that her mother would do anything like that. Sure, she fucked. A woman was supposed to do that for her husband, but not suck cock!

Donna Joe heard her father groan as her mother took the entire length of his cock into her mouth. Donna Joe couldn't have taken that much of his cock into her mouth. Somehow her mother seemed to be swallowing the whole damn thing!

"Shit, baby," her father said. "Shit, that's nice. Nobody can suck cock like you."

Donna Joe couldn't turn her head away. She had never seen anything so obscene and yet so exciting. Her mother made loud sucking noises as she worked over his stiffening tool. Her head began to bob very quickly as her fingers slipped up his strong-looking thighs to play with his big balls.

"Shit, babe," her father moaned. "Suck it. Suck it good. Suck my come out!"

Her father put both of his hands on the back of her mother's head and began to guide the up-and-down movements of her head. Donna Joe saw the end of his cock slip in and out of her mother's round mouth.

"Shit," her father said. "I'm going to blow it in your mouth. I'm going to blow your Goddamn head off, bitch! Silt, it's going to fill your mouth! Shit, it feels good! SO GOOD!"

Donna Joe could see her mother's mouth work as she started to gobble down her father's come. Donna Joe felt her heart pound loudly.

Then her mother raised her head and looked at Donna Joe with smiling eyes. "See there, bitch," she said. "I showed you what a real woman can do. Just because you can spread your legs don't mean a Goddamn thing!"

Donna Joe watched her mother lick away the last traces of hot come on her lips, as her father started to snore. Mother and daughter had wiped him out.

"Now get the fuck put of my house," her mother said.

Donna Joe couldn't believe what she had heard. "What?" she asked timidly.

"I said get the hell out of my house," her mother repeated. "I don't want some young cunt around my house shaking her big tits in my husband's face. I don't need that kind of shit. Now get the fuck out of my house! Get your clothes and get out!"

"But where will I go?" Donna Joe asked. "What will happen to me?"

"I don't give a damn," her mother said. "Just grab your clothes and get out. Now!"

"But mother?" Donna Joe protested. She was frightened. She didn't want to leave the only home she'd ever known. She was just a child. "I'm afraid!"

"There's no reason for you to be afraid," Donna Joe's mother told her harshly. "Use your cunt. Find yourself a man to take care of you. Use your cunt! I saw you. You know what to do with that hot hole between your legs. Use it!"

Donna Joe saw that her mother really meant it, and there was no use in trying to argue. Her mother meant for her to get out. Donna Joe sadly walked upstairs to pack.

Donna Joe couldn't believe all the things that had happened to her in such a short time. A few hours ago she had been a happy, virginal young girl. Now her virginity was gone. She had fucked her father, and her mother had kicked her out of the house.

Now she had no money, and she didn't know where she could go.

It started to rain.

She almost broke down into team when she noticed headlights on the dirt road near her former home. She waited as a truck pulled up and stopped beside her, and knew who it was then. Edward Cross was one of her father's friends. He was a skinny, elderly man with lecherous eyes. Suddenly Donna Joe knew how she was going to survive for a few days.

"Donna Joe!" Edward said with surprise. "What are you doing out here in the rain?"

"I'm leaving home," Donna Joe told him.

"But I don't understand," he said. "Why would you want to leave home this time of night?"

Donna Joe didn't want to explain, so she leaned closer to the truck. She knew he was trying to look down the front of her loose dress, so she gave him plenty to look at. She wasn't wearing a bra and her big tits nearly fell out of the low-cut top.

She remembered all of the times she'd caught him looking at her, and she knew what he'd been thinking: he wanted to get into her panties.

Tonight she was going to give him that chance. After all, hadn't her mother told her that she would have to use her cunt?

Edward coughed and tried to look away but couldn't. His eyes practically popped out of his head. He suddenly started to sweat and had to shift his position.

"Would you help me?" she asked him.

"Help you do what?" he asked.

"It's raining and I don't have any place to go tonight. Would you help me?"

"Ummmm," he said. "Yes. That is, I suppose, I guess it would be all right."

"Oh, thank you," she said. She put her arms around his neck and hugged him, knowing he could feel the snug pressure of her big tits against his arm. She was making him as nervous as hell, and that was just the way she wanted him.

She ran around the front of his truck and opened the other door. She slid beside him and intentionally let her dress slide halfway up her thighs. Edward took one long look and coughed again.

"I really appreciate this, Mr. Cross," Donna Joe told him. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come along."

"I can't understand why your father would let you out this time of night," he said.

"It's a long story," Donna Joe said. "I really don't want to talk about it. Ummmmm, would you look at that rain. I'm glad I'm not out there now."

She leaned forward and her skirt slid higher up her creamy thighs, almost to her crotch. Edward nearly drove the truck off the road, and she couldn't help giggling.

"Here we are finally," Edward said. "I didn't know the rain was going to be this bad." He parked the truck and they hurried into the small, comfortable-looking house. It wasn't large, but Edward had no family so he didn't need a big place. There was a fire blazing in the living room and Donna Joe knelt beside it.

"Ummm," she moaned. "This feels good. I didn't realize how cold I was."

"Good thing I lit that before I left," he said. "You might think about getting out of those wet things."

She turned her head toward him and saw the glint of lust in his eyes. There was never going to be a better time than that moment, she knew. Edward wasn't drunk, and he wouldn't be as easy as her father had been. She would have to shock him before she could touch his cock.

"All right," Donna Joe said.

She saw his eyes widen as she stripped her dress over her head with one quick motion. She wore nothing but her flimsy panties and he nearly choked as he stared at her big tits, flat belly and creamy thighs.