I'm drinking coffee at the kitchen table of my farmhouse looking out the back door at the tall corn. It is going to be a bumper crop. It's going to be a beautiful warm day.
I call it "my" farmhouse because when you're fucking your dad and you're the only woman in the home, I suppose, that gives you the right to consider it yours.
Ten years earlier I had made the decision to leave Chicago with my two boys, 10 and 9 at the time, and move back to my daddy's farm. That decision included continuing the incestuous relationship dad and I had started.
It was very tedious to conceal our relationship from the boys. In the beginning, dad and I rearranged the house a bit, putting my bedroom downstairs on the opposite side of the house from the boy's room, which was upstairs. This arrangement allowed dad to visit me at night without much concern of being caught our heard.
The old cook, who had been on the farm for what seemed like forever, lived in a small house about 100 yards from the big house.
She had not been so easily fooled, but we had had a long talk in the kitchen one day and I got her to agree and somewhat understand that my decision was made for the boys and not myself. Still, she became somewhat distant to my father.
Within the first year of my return, we retired her to her little house. The boys delivered her food and did whatever was necessary to make her life comfortable. They would sit and talk to her for hours, gaining the knowledge of the old days and ways.
A year later she was gone and we suggested that the boys take possession of her house. Still in their youth, they jumped on the chance, making them feel more self-sufficient and free to come and go as they wished.
My bedroom was returned upstairs, using the excuse that it was much closer to the full-bathroom.
I became so accustomed to the incestuous relationship that I would often visit dad, rather than wait for him to come to me. When it came to sex I was high maintenance and dad, with all of the work it took keeping things in order on the farm, would sometimes make humorous remarks about me draining his energy.
"It's what you wanted! What you made me do! Now, you can damn well take care of me like you do the rest of the things on this farm." Is just an example of some of the things I would say in reply to his remarks.
So, here I sit drinking coffee 10 years later. My dad is three days buried next to my mother and the old cook, within a fenced in area where dad's mom and dad are buried. It is where I will likely be buried.
My two grown sons are out in the fields. Having learned the art of farming from their granddad, they were doing a fine job. Their only need now is to find a girlfriend and eventually a wife, but they are scarce in the hill country of Illinois.
A few days later;
My boys, 20 and 19, love to eat and I love to watch them eat.
They always thank me for my cooking and spend time with me watching TV before retiring to their beds.
The 20-year-old, Durbin, is it his granddad's bedroom now, while the 19-year-old, Devin, remains in the old cook's house.
It was near 11 o'clock before we shut the TV off and went our separate ways.
I had not had my shower yet and as always I was enjoying standing under the steaming water.
"I've got to pee, mom!" Durbin said, entering the bathroom.
"Boy, you sure do take after your granddad." I exclaimed. "A woman can't get any privacy in this house."
That old sixth sense spoke to me again but I was still taken aback when I glanced around and saw my son holding the curtain open studying my rear in.
"What in damn hell are you doing?" I shouted. "Have you lost your damn mind looking at me all naked. Close that curtain and carry your ass out of here."
He shut the curtain quickly enough but I saw his shadow sit down on the toilet seat.
"Ma, I need to tell you something." He began. "Granddad told me I should take care of you.......... sexually."
"Say what! "I exclaimed. "That son-of-a-bitch! What did he tell you about me and him? And, when did he tell you?" I questioned, standing perfectly still, in shock, underneath the water.
"About a week before he passed." Durbin replied nervously. "He said you are..... I mean........ were....... like a wife to him. You had separate bedrooms but lots of times ya'd.............get together. He said you were needy in that way."
"And he asked you to take his place!" I retorted. "Well, you can forget about that because it's not happening."
"He also said that you would be very upset." He replied. "But I'm supposed to remember that you need sex and don't be put off.... no matter what."
I had stood under the water so long that is beginning to become chilled. I cut it off and stood there thinking.
"Have you ever been with a girl?" I queried, already knowing the answer. "How are you supposed to make one happy when the first naked one you'd seen is me?"
"I've looked at girls in magazines and read on the subject." He offered. "And granddad said you would help me."
"Get your ass in bed!" I demanded. "Right now!"
I heard the door shut, pulled the curtain back and stepped out. I was pissed off royally, thinking that my dad would put such a notion into Durbin's head. I hated dad even more for putting the notion in my head. Damn him! He had no right to hand me down like I was written into his will.
Toweling myself off, I studied myself in the mirror as usual. At 42, I was still a fine looking woman, but what good was it doing me on the farm.
I lay in my bed staring at the full moon. I was still mad as hell and wondering how I was going to diffuse the situation. There was no way in hell I was going to allow my son between my legs no matter how much I needed the attention.
Sleeping naked, as I had become accustomed to, my right hand slipped easily to my mound. I began to finger my pussy and was soon quite aroused.
My hand froze when I heard by door open.
In the soft light of the moon, I watched Durbin as he tiptoed to my bed. I let him get right to the edge.
"Durbin, what the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked, in a calm tone.
"Granddad told me how to go about..... seducing....... you." He told me if I managed to get in bed with you, you would melt like butter."
"Did he now!" I retorted. "Well, I'm sure he would applaud your effort. Now carry your ass back to bed!"
