A thousand "Thanks!" to Bob from Illinois for his valuable help.
FOREWORD
The following chapter is part of a single novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery, and growth involving a small group of people.
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Many of these chapters could go into many different categories. For example, in Chapter 1 there's a small amount of male-male sex. A number of ladies have said it turns them on to picture two guys, just like the idea of girl-girl sex is arousing to many males. Yet Chapter 1's purpose is to supply important background regarding the heterosexual development of 2 young men, so I'd hope a totally hetero or gay reader could to relate to and enjoy this chapter.
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Chapter 57: Larry Enjoys A Stroll Down Mammary Lane
The good news for all of the horny young girls and guys who'd playing house lately was that with Wayne involved, there was now a parent who was deathly afraid of his daughter's getting pregnant. Happily Wayne had a friend for life who was a doctor with a practice in an adjacent county. While performing volunteer work, Wayne had helped save the doctor's home from a century flood eight years earlier. Wayne could handle heavy equipment better than the average 'dozer jockey'; his ork had rescued a number of homes during that crisis.
Almost overnight, Wayne took his girls to see the grateful 'Doc' because the locals all had big mouths. Even if a county doctor or pharmacist were discreet, some hometown clerk or receptionist wouldn't miss an opportunity to gossip. The truth could be bad enough, but the homegrown tongue-wagglers would embellish any truth into a tabloid headline every chance they got, for good measure. If they were determined to be having sex, Wayne wanted his girls on the pill, but he sure didn't want people hearing about it.
Doctor Jennings was pretty cool about it. Naturally he examined both sisters. While he had his face between Lynn's legs, she easily convinced him to see Carly as well. It may not have been necessary to tell him how cute their adopted sister was, but the doctor was a good looking mid-40's male, so she knew it couldn't hurt to have him know he'd get to examine another hot young teenage pussy.
Before long all three girls were having their 'irregular cycles' treated with low estrogen birth control pills. So thanks to Daddy, three girls and three guys could soon breath a little easier. Now Lynn only had to drive to his office to get a three-month supply for everyone four times a year.
Nearer to home something was up that I couldn't quite put my finger on.
Mom was acting differently. Maybe it was my imagination, but from the time Munchkin and I became lovers it seemed to me as if Mom changed somehow. It could be as simple as now that I was having sex, I was becoming more aware of females in general. Yet I swore Mom was dressing more attractively, maybe using a hint of makeup where she didn't before. It seemed to me she'd begun wearing clothes that showed a bit more of her great figure. Mom was only 36, with her healthy life-style she could pass for a never married twenties-something.
Clearly Carly got her great tush from Mom's side of the family. When Mom wore the right jeans or dress, her buns would wiggle so enticingly that I understood only too well why Dad would've wanted to marry my mother.
Mom ate sensibly and stayed active. She didn't do much around the farm itself, but she did tend a huge family garden, feed the pigs, rabbits, and a dozen goats. We mostly ate meat and vegetables we'd raised ourselves thanks to her. She also kept enough chickens that we always had our own eggs. I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen much of her body, but she did have super legs. From occasional hugs I tell she had a narrow waist and didn't have an ounce of flab.
Like any young boy, I'd wondered what my mother's breasts looked like. Lately, I was wondering more than ever. Yesterday she'd worn a blouse that showed there were two nice sized soft fleshy mounds inside. Did her teats look like Carly's I'd caught myself wondering? Mom's looked to be slightly larger, but very, very nice. I never cared much for women with bovine boobs; I liked a sleek, feline figure the best.
Another thing; I'd swear was Mom seemed to be finding more excuses to spend a little time with me. I didn't mind, in fact I enjoyed it. She seemed to be evolving into more of a friend and acting less like a mother.
When I dried dishes the last few times, we'd had nice conversations about school...what I wanted to do down the road, etc. She wanted to hear about my feelings; was I happy, stuff like that. Several times she'd told me if there was ever anything I wanted to talk about, anything at all, that she'd do her best to be straight with me. That was a new wrinkle as far as I was concerned, I could always talk to Mom, but 'anything' hadn't really been on the menu before. Certain 'areas' had always been clearly uncomfortable for her, so 'anything' surprised me greatly.
The following week I'd told her how pretty she looked. Mom had worn a simple robin's egg blue dress for dinner, but it'd impressed me. In my opinion, she'd looked very attractive. Honestly thinking she looked extra nice, I told her so while I was drying the final plates. As soon as I'd voiced my compliment, she had dried her hands, then asked me to give her a hug. Setting the towel down, I gave her a sincere two-armed hug.
Firmly, Mom hugged me back; she felt so nice pressed tightly against me. She smelled great too. I didn't know if it was a hint of perfume, or she just had a fresh scent from a recent shower, but it was certainly delightful.
Our embrace lingered. Mom held me close for a long while before saying, "You've grown up so much I have trouble believing the young man I'm holding was once my little boy. Good God you'll be leaving here before long for a life of you own. Would it embarrass you if I kissed you?"
When I shook my head sideways, Mom rose up on her toes a little way before I reacted by bending down to meet her lips. I was startled by how sexy her breasts felt against my chest as they slid up my front. When our lips met, her mouth was softer than I ever remembered it being. Instead of puckering, I think she simply brought her lips close to mine. I bent my head until the distance closed to nothing.
It wasn't a long kiss, but it wasn't short either. Our lips melted together into a soft, tender, warm kiss. Mom didn't exactly break the kiss; rather she slowly slid back down until she stood flat-footed again. My lips followed hers a short distance to maintain the contact. Her lips slowly peeled apart from mine. I was even more aware of her breasts moving down my chest than I had been as they'd slid up. My body was very aware of how soft they felt.
After an awkward moment if silence, we resumed doing the dishes. A couple times her left breast rubbed against my right arm as we worked, each time it sent an electric jolt from the point of contact all the way to my groin. It was easy enough for to me to get an erection when nothing was going on, it was impossible not to get one at that moment with thoughts about seeing her breasts careening through my hormone soaked brain. Twice I had to turn away so I could adjust my bulge into a more comfortable position.
Two days later it was Dad and Carly's turn to clean up after dinner. Mom invited me out for a walk. We strolled along one of our farm roads. A clear sky and gentle, warm breeze helped make it a very special time, we had a good talk. Holding hands as we walked, we sometimes put an arm around each other's waist.
Seems Mom was concerned that I didn't repeat some of the mistakes she felt she'd made. Nothing tragic ever occurred, she just regretted not having had a plan sometimes. Mom felt at times that she'd just let things happen instead of making them happen.
At that point I wasn't far from having my own cattle business started. I'd been building up a herd with a first-rate breeding program for several years. I'd gotten into breeding years ago as a 4H project. Instead of selling, I'd mostly held onto my offspring to build a herd. I'd sold a few head here and there, but used the proceeds to acquire more breeding stock when I'd find a real bargain. I hadn't decided about college, I had the brains, but didn't know what I'd want to study.
Being so fortunate to have such a lovely evening, we walked on and talked on. I hadn't noticed at first, but our hands had slid from our waists until they'd come to rest on the top curve of the other's butt. I didn't know what felt better, her hand on my buns, or mine feeling her firm cheek moving beneath my fingers.
As I found myself getting aroused again, my mind reflected upon my mother as a sexual entity. I wasn't so naïve or ignorant as to not understand exactly what had occurred all those years ago for me to be standing beside her at that moment with my arm around her. My teenaged body was reacting more and more to the knowledge that the woman beside me was likeable, visually pleasing, and had all the right female equipment to coax sperm out of a male body.
