A New Beginning

Author's note... I'm aware that certain things are either impossible, or highly improbable at best. That said, this is obviously a work of fantasy and fiction. So, when certain concepts are introduced, it's simply that, a fantasy designed to make the tale more enjoyable for my readers. So, keep that in mind before jumping into the comments and stating the obvious. With that out of the way, I hope you enjoy this latest edition...

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I sat there thinking about that water out there. About all the mysteries it held. The abundance of food that it provides. I glanced over toward the west. The sun was still a couple of hours shy of setting.

I sat my tea down and went inside, heading to the bedroom. I was of a mind to fetch that bracelet and go over to the neighbors place and give this thing a good going over.

Elsie and May were in the kitchen fixing supper. Looked like fried porkchops and purplehull peas. Smelled like cornbread in the oven.

I looked the women over as I passed by. Elsie smiled at me. May just looked at me with a sullen cast on her face. I'd warned her about crossing Elsie. Now, she found out the hard way.

I for one, was staying out of it.

I went and got the bracelet. I arrived at her front door, looking around.Everything was neat and tidy. I knocked and was greeted by Mrs Fleming in shorts and what appeared to be a a mens tank top undershirt. It fit awful tight.

I struggled with all the might I could muster to not look at her tits. They were large, but not overly so. With no bra, they just kinda wiggled around under that shirt. Her nipples were awful proud.

She stepped back,

"Why, Mr. Flannery, please come in! What a pleasant surprise. I was just sitting down to a glass of wine."

I stepped in. I immediately was overcome with the wonder of the place. There were books neatly lined up on shelves. Things I'd never seen before sitting on other shelves.

What caught my eye was a big skull sitting on a base with a wood framed glass cover. It had huge fangs sticking out of it. I walked to it, studying it.

She saw my interest and went to it. Taking off the cover, she looked at me,

"That is a Smilodon, or Sabre Toothed cat. He was a big boy. I bet he weighed over 900 pounds in his prime. I found this one on a dig in South America."

She pulled out of her reflection,

"Oh, I'm so sorry! Where ever are my manners. Can I interest you in a glass of wine? A Chateau Lafite Rothschild, a 1904."

I had no idea what she had said. My only experience with wine of any kind came in the form of that made from scuppernongs or muscadines.

She saw my confusion and went and poured a glass for me. Then picked hers up, swirled it around and sniffed it.

I did the same thing and was surprised by the smells. Fruit. Spicy. Others that I couldn't find the words to describe.

She held her glass up.

"To friends. Old and new."

"Yes m'am. I'll agree to that."

She tapped my glass and sipped from it. I tried to do it like she did. I wasn't sure if I should stay put or run away. Mainly because I wasn't sure if I was being poisoned or not.

It was good. Damned good, in fact. I just never tasted anything like it before. I took another sip. Then another.

"Here, let's sit down."

She gestured at a couch. I picked a spot and planted myself.

"So, Mr Flannery, what brings you to my humble abode this evening. I'm certain it wasn't for, well..."

I remembered the bracelet and fished it out of my pocket, trying not to spill my drink in the process. I held it out to her. Her eyes lit up.

"Oh my, but yes, how foolish of me, but I surely forgot about that."

Then her eyes took on a sad hue that confused me even more. Then that thing she said, she was certain it wasn't for, something. I don't know.

She took the bracelet from me, and I took another drink, finding if I held it in my mouth, it had different flavors. Interesting. I also took advantage of her distraction to look her over.

Despite her age lines, which really took nothing away from her, she was attractive in many ways. I looked at her ass in her tight fitting shorts. It filled that material out quite nicely. Her tits moved and swayed under that threadbare shirt. Her nipples fighting to break out. She held it up to the light. Got out a magnifying glass and studied it carefully.

I drained my glass, savoring the flavor, lost in this older woman's matured, aged beauty. I was wondering if she had a suitor that came to call. I hadn't noticed anything that would account for a male presence. I guess men around here figured she was too old. Little did they know of the pleasures such a woman can offer.

I didn't notice that she had stopped studying the bracelet and was looking at me. Her deep green eyes had taken on that look again. Something in them spoke of raw hunger, desire, maybe something else.

"Are you OK, Mr Flannery? You appear...Uncomfortable, perhaps."

Her voice was full, with a slight raspy quality to it that just...

"Uh, yes m'am, I was just, um, thinking."

"Oh? About what? If I might be so bold to pry."

"Oh, yes m'am, I was just thinking about how you lo..."

What the hell was wrong with me? Suddenly I couldn't talk like someone that had a lick of sense. My pecker was hard as a hickory axe handle.

"How I what?"

I stood up. That was a bad idea. My pecker was on display under the light weight cloth of my loose fitting suit pants. And she saw it.

"Oh my goodness, child, whatever has got into you?"

"Well, m'am, thank you for the delicious wine, but, I need to go."

"What about the artifact?"

"The what?"

"The piece you brought with you."

"Uh, I'll come pick it up later."

"Are you sure you're ok? Is there anything I can do to help? Just anything at all. You need only tell me what I can do. I'll be happy to do it for you."

I looked at her again, embarrassed. My eyes strayed to her tits again. I saw her smile a little as she pulled that shirt up over her head. Tossing it on the couch.

"There, now you can see them without that pesky shirt hiding them."

She shook them around a bit,

"Gotta let that air get to 'em, you know."

She stepped closer.

"You can do whatever you want here. Like I said, it gets awful lonely. I certainly hope you'll forgive my fowardness here, but at my age, a woman doesn't have the time to waste playing around."

I looked up at her, I wasn't used to drinking and that wine went straight to my head, coupled with her scent, it had my brain all fogged up. I wanted to be inside this woman, no doubt about it. So, what was stopping me?

I closed my eyes and focused my thoughts, opened them and studied her. She had took her shorts off.

Her pointy tits hung low on her chest, pale and inviting. Her nipples flowed outward, pointing to opposite directions. Upturned. They hung just above her belly that mounded from a narrow waist, spreading into wide hips. Her legs were long. Kinda knock kneed. Her thighs were on the heavy end ending just below her pussy with a little fat that had a smidgen of daylight through them. That pussy was covered with reddish blonde hair that showed a tiny bit of gray around the edges.

I stepped to her,looking down into her face. I reached up and cupped one of her tits, feeling its softness. I made up my mind. I pushed her down to her knees. She unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants and slid them down.

She gasped when my swollen pecker jumped free and slapped her across her face, leaving a trail of precum on her cheek.

My pecker was a foot long, and wide and thick to boot. She grabbed it, testing it's hardness in her hands.

"My goodness, son, I'm not sure I can take this. I don't get wet anymore."

I figured I had an idea about what to do for that.

I lead her to the couch and pushed her back. Then got on my knees between her legs. Her scent flooded my senses. Clean, Womanly, with a perfumed muskiness that awakened ancient desire embedded within my entire being.

I leaned forward as she spread her legs wide for me. I slid my tongue from between her ass cheeks up to her clit. Exploring as I went. I noticed when I passed over her little butt hole, she squirmed and quivered. So, I headed back down there and started licking and probing.

Her breathing quickened and became more husky and ragged. She began to moan as I pressed my tongue against the puckered little opening and moved in tight circles.

She Suddenly grabbed my head and pulled my face into her crotch as her orgasm coursed through her loins. After she relaxed a bit, I went to her pussy opening and began forcing my tongue out as far as I could get it and began probing into her pussy. My nose was pressed against her clit.

I thrust my tongue into her, my hands going to her tits, taking her nipples in my fingers and gently twisting them. She tensed up again and began letting out a guttural whining cry as her old body was seized by another orgasm.

She collapsed then, her body spent. She began to weakly push me away, the sensation too much to bear.

I knew she wouldn't be up to me fucking her right now. Those orgasms just sapped her. It must have been quite some time since she's had sex. Well, another time then.

I stood up and pulled my pants back on. I looked at her, she was gazing at me weakly, tears flowed down her cheeks. She spoke to me in a hushed whisper,

"I'm so very sorry. I'm just too weak to perform for you right now. I haven't had sex for most of 20 years, and certainly have never experienced anything like that before."

I just leaned down and wiped the tears from her cheeks and kissed her lips gently. Then I straightened up to leave. She spoke to me again. Pointing to a cabinet in the kitchen.

"Look in the drawer over there. In an envelope. There's a key. Go get it."

I retrieved it and went back.

"Keep it. It's a spare key to my house. Any time you want, you can come use me. Day or night. If I'm sleeping, just take me anyway you want."

I pocketed it, smiled at her and left. Oh yes, she can damned well count on me coming back for this pussy.

I left quietly. Walking back to the house, my pecker started swelling again. I cursed, having managed to limp it up. Well, looks like it's Maybel's turn to drain my balls again.

I walked in and the women were setting the table. Elsie swooped by and kissed me. May smiled at me this time.

We sat and ate, the young'uns were in the living room at a table the women had rounded up from somewhere.

As usual, supper was delicious. I leaned back and enjoyed the full feeling. Fried pork chops smothered in gravy, simmered tender. Purple hull peas cooked down with smoked hock and neck bone. Hot cornbread slathered in butter. Peach cobbler for desert. My soul, but that was living.

Jeb spoke up,

"Well, the fence is done, ready for your dog. What's next on the list?"

"I reckon those trucks and trailers will be coming in soon. We need to be ready when they do. I guess tomorrow, head over and hunt up a crew. We'll go over day after and set to getting that place set up."

He nodded, thinking.

Elsie spoke up,

"Oh, the bank called. Evidently you double ordered the furniture for their house. The man you bought it from was the same one the bank called. I wasn't sure what to do, so I told him to just take the one's you bought. She picked it out, I doubt some banker knows what a woman wants."

I nodded. I'd forgot about that. I'd get with the man and swap it out for fixin's at the office place. Not much in the way of somewhere for folks to sit there.

"I also called JT and asked if he'd keep the dogs an extra night. Wasn't no problem."

I got up and started clearing the table.

Elsie got up,

"I'll get that, honey."

I just smiled at her,

"No baby, you go take a hot bath and put your feet up."

I thought she would cry. Mama got up and rounded the kids up and had them bring in their dishes.

I turned on the water to plug the sink up and hot water came out, scalding me. I'd need to get used to having that gas powered water heater.

I took the bar of soap and worked up a lather and set in. Jeb joined me rinsing, drying and figuring out where it all went. I finished the job by wiping out the cast iron and coating it with a thin sheen of lard.

There, job done. I'd atleast contributed something to the work load. I fixed me and JT a glass of tea, then we went to the deck. May was there, sipping coffee. I guess mama was bathing kids if Elsie was finished. I stood on the edge leaning on the rail, and surveyed the fence. Straight and level. Satisfied, I went and sat down, listening to the night bugs and shorebirds. The waves rolling in.

Jeb spoke up,

"Well, I'm turning in. Long day tomorrow"

I sat my jar down and got up. I stepped over to May,

"Bend over the railing"

She stripped off her gown then bent over the railing. I took off my overalls and walked up behind her. I rubbed my cock up her split, bringing it to rest against her puckered little asshole. Pushing forward, straining against its forbidding tightness, I relentlessly forced my way into her. She screamed when the head popped in. I waited, letting her adjust to the new experience. Then another inch. Waiting with every forward push. She was tight. Extremely so. She was crying as her virgin ass stretched and yielded to me.

I began to fuck her slowly, my precum lubricating her tight hole. As she got accustomed to my cock, I grabbed her hips and slowly increased the speed I sank my cock into her ass. I saw her breathing open up and start coming faster. Her hips started responding to the punishment I was inflicting on her bleeding ass. I opened up on her then. Pounding into her so hard it almost made her feet come off the deck.

She started whining and moaning, thrusting her tortured hips back onto my driving hardness.

"Fuck me!" She screamed unabatedly, "Fuck me, daddy! Goddamn you, make me your whore!"

I slammed into her three more thrusts, then let my balls empty into her gut. After I was spent, my cock slid out of her, trailing cum that spilled down her legs to pool at her feet. I put on my overall's, then went and sat back down. It was then I saw mama sitting in her chair watching us.

I picked up my jar and chugged it. Mama got up and went to refill it. She came back out with the tea and a warm, wet towel that she handed to May.

May jerked around, realizing the hand giving her the towel wasn't mine.

"Oh my god! Did you see us!"

Mama replied, holding back an amused chuckle.

"Why, of course, honey. I've been where you are many times."

"But, he's your son, you can't fuc... Have sex with him!"

"Why not? He cares for me, takes care of and provides for me. I can be useful to him in that way, so he uses me anytime he wants to. If you're going to stick around, you better be serious about serving his needs. We all are. Come on over here dear. I need you to take care of my little problem now."

Mama led her to her chair, took off her dress, sat down and spread her legs.

"Now, be a good little girl and make mama's pussy happy."

May just stared at her, not really certain she was hearing what the older woman was ordering her to do. But, not wanting to piss her off and deal with the consequences, she sank to her knees and started working on mama's furry pussy, using all the tricks Elsie had taught her the other day.

I headed to bed. I've had enough for one day.

In the morning, I drove over to the other house and checked it out. The furniture had been unloaded and stacked in the living room. The kitchen stuff was at least in the kitchen.

I headed back and found May.

"Come on."

I walked out and waited on her. She climbed in the truck and I headed back over. It was still early, so We can get everything set up.

She followed me in and saw everything stacked. I shrugged,

"Well, honey, let's get this done."

We sorted it out and I carried everything where it went. The furniture guy had been thoughtful enough to leave a dolly for us.

I went to the tools I'd ordered. They were stacked by the door. I got what I needed and we went room by room, assembling furniture. Then we went to the kitchen and she picked spots for everything.

We couldn't have finished at a more convenient time. We were walking from one room to the next, appreciating everything. We heard a horn out front and a delivery truck was there with two men. They had the grocery order.

May took over and directed them as they brought it all in. I'd made sure to get enough to last a few months.

As we were putting it all away, one of the men spoke up.

"You know, there's plenty of room here for a deep freeze. You can store a lot of meat in one."

"Do y'all have them?"

"No, but the guy that sells them is here in town."

He gave me his address. Then shook my hand.

"Well, I guess we're done here."

I gave them tips and the left.

"How about it?" I asked May, "You want a deep freeze?"

She looked at me with a sheepish smile.

"There's still something I need to do first."

She grabbed me by the hand and dragged me to the living room and stripped my overall's off, then pushed me back on the couch. Getting on her knees, she grabbed my cock and started licking it. Then slid her mouth over the head. She ran her tongue across my glans and stuck the tip into my piss hole and worked it around.

Sliding a hand up, she cupped my balls and started massaging and rolling them around. Seeing this homely older housewife working so hard to please me sent me tumbling over the top.

My cum jetted up the length of my cock as I grabbed her head and held her firmly in place. When the first ropey stream gushed into the back of her throat, she began to gag. My cock sent several powerful streams shooting out. She struggled to regain control and swallow as her cheeks bulged with semen. But, she was forced to let it flow out of the corners of her mouth.

When my balls finally emptied, I let her go. She pulled of my cock and gasped for air. Catching her breath, she began lapping and sucking the spilled sperm from my crotch.

When I was clean, she sat back on her haunches and gazed up at me,

"Did I service you good? Are you happy with me?"

I stroked her tear streaked cheek,

"Yes you did. I ain't got no complaints."

"Well, I'll always be there for you anytime you want me. That was the first time i ever done that, though. That and get ass fucked. You were my first for both. I meant what I said, too. I'm Jeb's wife, but I'm your whore, and I ain't got no complaints about admitting that, neither. If it wasn't for you taking us in, I'd be out there selling my body for whatever I could get just to keep my kids fed, much less what I'd have to do to keep a roof over their heads. Not to mention some of those evil bastards were making eyes at my daughter. I shudder to think of the things I'd willingly let them do to me to keep them out of her."

I just smiled down at her.

"Don't worry about none of that any more. It's behind you now. So, you want one of them deep freezes he was talking about?"

"Oh yeah, sure. Jeb, he likes to deer hunt. Back home, we always canned that meat. I could keep it fresh with one of those."

"So, he hunts?"

"Oh yes, he loves it."

"I never seen no gun y'all had."

"No, we had to sell the two he owned. A rifle and shotgun."

I nodded, thinking.

"Do you recall what he had?"

"It was a Winchester bolt action something. The shotgun was a double barrel."

"Well, go clean your face up. We're going to town."

She took off to do what I told her. She came back freshened up with make up on. She didn't look half bad all made up.

We got in the truck and headed for town. First, we stopped by the refrigeration place. I ordered and paid for two deep freezers to be delivered.