Jack Benjamin - The Paths Of Incest

I knew that more than anyone, I wanted Ben, but he'd taken a job in Scranton, and didn't visit us for a year after Davey was born. By that time, Joe was drinking heavy and slutting around town with anything that would screw him. I was boiling over inside for some good fucking and sucking, but I had to settle for masturbating, except for the Sunday morning sessions when Joe was hung over, and was like a rabbit-on and off before I could get warmed up to even him. Once, I asked him to suck me, and he slapped the hell out of me. After, he screwed me in the ass and I hurt for weeks.

Joe's father had left him a big place, and he worked hard at it. Then he had a heart seizure and the doctors told him to get some hired help. We couldn't afford much, so Joe took to hiring the local kids-boys who were used to farming and who worked pretty cheap. We had two or three around most of the summer.

The first one made the move at me, without any coaxing or me leading him on. He was about 14, I guess, but he was a big hunk, and dumb. I had taken Dave and gone down by the creek, while he slept in a basket. I dangled my bare feet in the water, then, it felt so good, I took off my clothes and went in for a quick swim. As I was about to come out, I saw this Johnny, half-hiding in the bushes and he had his dink in his hand, masturbating. I guess it had been out-of-sight, out-of-mind for me, because when I saw that thing, I just got all hot, really horny, like I used to with Ben. It almost made my mouth water. So I just walked out of the creek, and stood facing this kid who didn't know I knew he was there. I rubbed my breasts and my stomach and between my legs, all the while, keeping an eye on him. He was so flabbergasted he almost stopped his masturbating to watch me. He showed himself, his dink still out, hard and stiff as a poker. He was red-faced, but bold enough. "Why'nt you let me show you how good this can be?" he said, grabbing it again and waving it proudly. I didn't know at the time, but he wasn't just right in the head. It didn't make any difference in his manhood, I'll tell you. I was so hot for him by that time that I could have eaten his tool in one gulp, but I didn't want him screwing me. I told him I'd let him lick my slit, and I'd play with his. I just wanted to get him worked up more. I couldn't even wait for him. I laid down and pulled him down so his dink was by my mouth, and I began to really go to work on him. I showed him the way to suck me while I was sucking him, and I swear, before he came once, I'd come at least three times. Then I sucked him hard again, and let him fuck me. I didn't want to, because I was scared of getting pregnant, but by that time, I needed him inside me, good and hard, so bad that it hurt. I came good, two or three times before he shot off, and I managed to push him off me before he really came inside me. I moved quick, and finished him off with my mouth, and he wasn't mad at all.

He worked for us that whole summer, and I made him buy some safeties, and we had some real good times. But I went into town one day and a girl friend of mine told me that the big-mouthed kid had been hinting at the good laying and wild blow jobs he was getting out at Joe's place, so I had Joe fire him. The twin boys from the next farm worked for us for a few weeks. They were 13, and green as grass. I worked on them sneaky-like; I'd take my bath in the big tub-we didn't have any inside plumbing-and call one of them to hand me something while I was standing there, stark naked. After I'd get them worked up, I knew they would head somewhere to masturbate, and I'd follow them and watch. Once I'd got one of them I knew all I had to do was to tell him not to tell the other, and that would be the first thing he'd do-they were so close.

Joe never suspected. He was always busy doing light things, and he never trusted anyone to do a thing unless he was right at their elbow-especially the younger ones. We had a regular hired man, a colored man about 50, who lived in a room over the barn, and Joe was with him most of the time.

I went swimming a lot, and asked the boys to come along. I'd always let them see me getting into my bathing suit. It was one of them that suggested that we swim naked one day. It was the first time I'd let them see my whole body from the front, and it really made their eyes open and their peckers stand out stiff. They were twins, but not in their dinks. Jerry, the dark one, had a cock like a man. I asked him if it got that way from playing with it so much, and he got red as a beet, because I'd watched him masturbate several times and knew all about the size of it. When I asked if either of them had ever screwed a girl, they laughed. I was amazed to find that they had been laying a couple of girls from a nearby farm for more than a year-and the girls were at least 16!

Once the ice was broken, it was easy, and fun. They were green, but willing, and how they loved to screw. We tried it every way, with the three of us working at once, but they never sucked or screwed each other. I'd suck one while the other screwed me. Once or twice, we tried both of them getting in me at the same time-one from the front and one from the back, but it didn't work so hot-they were too awkward and one's pecker was too small to do me any good, unless I really was able to use my legs on him and help him.

One of them drowned the next summer, and for a while, Jerry sneaked over to see me and we had some good lays. He was funny-he liked me to suck him off, and he'd actually have an orgasm while he was licking my slit, but he didn't go too much for straight screwing. Then he moved away, and I was back in the same old sexless rut-once a month or so with Joe, not nearly enough to keep me cooled off.

When David was eight, Ben came for a visit, but when he met Joe and saw little Davey, he wouldn't have anything to do with me. Daddy had tried a couple of times, but Joe never did like him, and wouldn't let us be alone at all. I talked with Ben and told him how it was with Joe, and how I needed more sex, but he wouldn't. I got a kid from up the road to run some errands for me, and we had some fun, but he was 17, and built like a full-grown man, and he didn't go for any mouth jobs at all. He was too much like Joe-on and off, and to hell with the woman. And besides, Joe didn't like him hanging around and chased him off.

David was ll when Joe died. My daddy died less than six months after that, and I was alone there, with two farms and nobody to run them. Ben came back and took over the home place, but he got married right after that. I got two hired hands, a married couple, to help with my place, and after a while, Ben paid me off for my half of daddy's place.

One night, this old bastard who worked for me sneaked into my room and jumped me. He must have been 60, but he was like a stud. I fought him and hollered and his wife came running, and that was the end of that. They left next day.

I hadn't paid much attention to David-I mean, about his getting to be a big boy. Then one day, I went to the outhouse, and there he was with his dick all hard and red, playing with it. I'm not making excuses, but when I saw him all I could think of was the fun that Ben and I used to have. David looked a lot like Ben, and Ben and me bore a strong family resemblance. Anyhow, I just stood there and Davey was so far into his fantasy that he couldn't stop-until he came, even though he knew I was watching.

I went back to the house, telling him to come up right away, that I wanted to talk to him. When he came, he was embarrassed and fidgety, but I told him not to be ashamed, that all boys and girls did that sort of thing. Then I asked him what he thought about when he played with his pecker. He hemmed and hawed, but finally told me he thought about a girl in school, who was always rubbing her hand on his dinker through his pants, and whose slit he had put his finger in a couple of times-but that was all. I pressed him as to just what he wanted to do with her, and he guessed he wanted to put it in her. While we were talking, I could see him getting a hard on again. I began to take off my clothes, and Davey kept his eyes glued to my breasts and my slit. I told him that if he was going to be doing that to a girl, he'd better let me show him how. He took his clothes off and I let him suck my breasts, until the nipples got hard. Without my telling him, he put his fingers inside my slit, and I played with his dinker for a while, then got down on my knees between his legs and plunged my mouth down over it. I used my tongue and sucked and stroked it until he was squirming and moaning and calling "Mom-ohhhh, Mom-do it, do it!"