Maggie got up off my lap and looked me up and down, saying, "You, know, I got cheated earlier."
"How so?"
"I told you I wanted to suck that big dick of yours before we got interrupted. I guess I'm a little horny, too, thinking about you fucking your mother and, what was her name? Hanks wife?"
"Callie.
"Right, and her, too. I'll admit I wasn't sure how I felt about it at first, but after thinking about it, I find I kinda like the idea of it."
I chuckled. "Yeah, it seems everybody wants to make a big deal out of a boy fucking his mama. Like it's some big sin for him to have his pecker in her pussy. Way I figure it, if it was such an all fired sin, how does a woman give birth to boys in the first place. Ain't his pecker up inside her for nine months to begin with?"
She laughed hard at that. "I do suppose you have a point at that."
I continued. "Hell, I reckon such things are cooked up by folks who ain't got nothing better to do but nose in on other folk's business. Acting like they so all fired uppity and important, they know better than others what God does, or don't allow. They got that bible book and get all stirred up about what a bunch of folks wrote down a long time ago. Not knowing nothing much at all about them. I figure when I look around the woods, or at the sky on a clear night, I figure whoever it was that put all this together ain't got much interest in what we might be fucking. No more, anyway, than we give thought to how critters is fucking. One thing I learned about life in my 18 years is if you get up and go to work, tend to your business, you ain't got much time to be tending to somebody elses."
"Well, my sweet man, my business is between your legs, so let me at it. Unless you want to deny an old woman the pleasure of draining your balls.
I stood up and took my pants off, letting my pecker free to get hard and sat back down.
"Never let it be said I stood in the way of a woman's desires."
She laughed at that while she took off her dress to give me the pleasure of her naked body, dropped to her knees and slid her mouth over my cock.
She worked it, too. Her tongue swirling around the head, causing the shaft to jerk in her hand as she stroked me. The sight of this mature woman sucking me like her life depended on it had me ready to cum in short order. My whole body started tingling as my cock swole up under the firm pressure of her mouth. I grabbed her head and started thrusting my cock into her mouth, bumping the back of her throat. She started whimpering and gagging as my balls sent the flood of sperm shooting into her mouth. She lashed at it with her tongue, rolling my balls in her soft, warm hand. Her other hand stroking away at my shaft, sucking every last drop of my cum from my body. It filled her mouth to overflowing and it ran from the corners of her mouth.
I let her go and she sucked in air wetly. My cum spilling from her mouth, running down to her tits. She caught her breath and started scooping it up off her mouth and tits with her fingers, sucking it off and swallowing it like it was sweet heavy cream.
She finished, looking up at me, her eyes watering, causing her dark eye makeup to run down her cheeks. She grabbed my cock and licked a stream of cum leaking from it. Then kissed it wetly.
"Thank you, my love."
I smiled at her, "My pleasure, m'am. You can do that just any ol' time you want to."
She stood up, her pendulous tits swaying. Putting her dress back on, she went to the bathroom and cleaned her face and reapplied her makeup and combed her hair.
She came out and sat with me on the porch.
Looking over at me, she asked, "Are you serious about taking me with you when you go?"
"Yep. If you want to go."
"I do."
She sat quiet for a little bit. I stayed quiet to let her think. I was staring off down the road when I seen that young gal coming back this way. Still holding her baby and trailing the two other youngsters.
Maggie spoke up again. "What will we do with this place?"
"What do you want to do with it?"
"Well, I'd like to sell it to somebody who will take care of it. That knows how to handle such a business. But, the bank's not loaning money these days."
"I got an idea."
I waited until the young mother reached the road at the front of the house. I hollered at her and waved for to come up.
She stared at me a bit, then slowly walked up to the gate and came through, then on to stand in front of us. Her children hung onto her legs, peering at us shyly. The young woman just looked at the ground at her feet.
"I reckon y'all are hungry." I said gently. "Might could use a bath too, I reckon."
She glanced up at me and nodded before resuming staring at the ground.
"I have a business proposal for you."
She looked up sharply at that. Her eyes filled with fear.
I calmed her a little. "Not that sort of proposal. Come on up to the house and sit with me a spell. You don't like what I say, I'll feed you, get y'all a bath, and pay you for your time."
She looked again at me, then at Maggie. Seeming to make up her mind, she headed up the steps to the door. After we all relocated inside, I got to work.
"Ok, let's get those baths done first."
We went to the bathroom. Maggie had a big cast iron clawfoot tub. i looked around at her and she started running it full of hot water. She got a big bottle out and poured whatever was in it under the running water. It started bubbling up and smelled like fresh apples. I'd never seen such a thing. She stood there thinking a minute and snapped her fingers.
"I forgot! There was a woman and her children that stayed here a few years back. They took off in the middle of the night and left all their belongings. I put them away thinking she may return for them. I bet they'll be a close fit for all of you."
She took off and returned with a pair of suitcases. She laid them on the bed in the bedroom across the hall from the bathroom. Then went back and returned with a third suitcase. Then came back to the bathroom.
"Ok, you children, into the tub." She turned to the mother. "Go look in the cases and see if the the clothing will fit. Then bath them, and yourself, then come back down."
She turned to a closet and got out washcloths and towels. Laid out a hair brush. Then took me by the arm and we went back downstairs to the kitchen. She got out eggs, bacon, sausage, grits and flour. Lighting the oven, she set about making a bowl of biscuit dough. She greased a heavy cast iron skillet and rung off chunks of dough, laying them in the skillet. Finishing up, she slid it in the oven. She put another skillet on the burner. Then laid in thick strips of smoked bacon. She got out a bowl, broke a dozen eggs into it, poured in some heavy cream, and whisked them up. Took a smaller skillet and browned sausage for the gravy. Finally, she boiled water for grits.
After we had everything on the table, they came back down stairs. Looking like different people. The clothing was a tad big, but not by much. I looked the young mother over some. The flowery dress she had on fit her in a mighty fine shape. Better than the loose flour sack stuff they had on earlier. Their faces was scrubbed clean. Their hair brushed out and slicked back.
I motioned for them to sit. They sat down. She filled the kids plates up with scrambled eggs, biscuits smothered in sausage gravy. Crispy bacon. Grits and butter. She filled her plate and they set into that grub like they ain't eat in a week, and probably haven't. They finished up with buttered biscuits and honey.
We cleared the table. She set into washing dishes. The kids drying and stacking. It was then I remembered the baby.
"Where's your baby?"
"The lady at the church took her in. I couldn't feed her anymore. My milk dried up."
I nodded. Understanding. We were in hard times for a lot of folks these days.The kitchen clean, we sat back down at the table. I saw right off them kids were done for. I looked at Maggie.
"Let's put these children to bed. They're clean with full tummies and can barely keep their eyes open. The little girl had already laid her little head on her arms and fell asleep. The boy was too proud and sat there fighting it.
I got up with the women and picked her up gently. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I carried her up stairs and laid her down easy and walked out, letting the women work on bedding them down.
I went back down and lit a fire in the big fireplace and was watching it catch when the women came back down.
Maggie sat next to me and the young mother sat across from us in a big cushioned chair.
"Ok, this is what I got in mind. First I got the need of some answers. What's your name?"
"Elsie Ferguson."
"I'm Jacob Flannery and this is Margret Florence. Folks call her Maggie."
"How old are you?"
"26."
"You married?"