This story will be a complete fiction but saying that it is loosely based on rumours from listening to my aunts talking when I was growing up. All person involved in sexual activity are 18 or over
Domestic duties.
copyright. Hitchhiker 2024.
Farmers Sidney and Henrietta Flagstaff were left with one son living on the farm, Gregory.
In 1920 Gregory was 23. His three older sisters had left the farm to marry and Gregory's oldest brother had been killed in Europe in the so-called Great War.
Times were tough to be a farmer.
Gregory and his parents worked tirelessly rearing cattle and sheep and growing some fruits and vegetables.
Like any young healthy man Gregory thought about girls and sex a lot of the time, well a lot of the time really, well to be really honest all of the time.
He loved his parents and they in turn loved him.
Sid and Hettie had a very loving marriage and still after 40 years together it was still passionate and intermate.
Whilst their children grew up they never hid their affections from each other.
Gregory had watched his sister grow from girls into women, a fascinating experience for any youngman of 18 as he goes through puberty. His sisters had always treated him as 'the baby' and so weren't in the least bit modest around him even when he was 18.
Unlike their behaviour to their older brother, who'd they had always been sure to tell him to go away when they were in any state of undress.
As his sisters matured into young women old enough to married they would talk about men and what being married would be like.
They read romantic novels out loud together. Sometimes they would even enact some of the more saucy narrative together. Greg just lay in his bed and quietly listened, and learned. Like his sisters he found the stories arousing.
One night he listened, although he couldn't see his eldest sister Florence making very unusual noises moaning and tossing under the sheets. It was clear that her hand was between her legs.
This event wasn't just one off and after a time his twin sisters just 20 joined in this weird activity in the night. Greg always found himself aroused by the noises and also the aroma in the bedroom after their sighs and moans subsided and his sister fell asleep.
When he did finally find out what these nocturnal activities were he started to join in and wank himself off as his sisters were doing to themselves under the covers. He never mentioned he knew and his sisters certainly weren't going to share any details with their "little" brother. It was an unspoken secret.
When Florence got married a year later Greg started to understand all the comments being made by the guests about what would happen on the wedding night.
Quite drunk from drinking cider Greg had a chance to speak with his sister before she went off on her honeymoon with her new husband.
"Hey Flo, I suppose you won't have to play with yourself under the sheets anymore." Although he'd whispered the words into his sister's ear. She jumped back in surprise and had trouble not overreacting.
'You knew?'
'Not at first but after a while I knew what you 3 were doing and thinking about.'
'Well i'll be fucked.'
'You most certainly will be tonight sister.' Greg winked at her and she slapped on the arm.
'Baby brother isn't anymore and did you?'
Greg winked. "OOh I never guessed, you naughty boy!'
It was Flo's turn to wink at her brother.
She hugged him close. "I love my baby brother.' 'I love you to sis.'
After Flo had left to start her married life things in the siblings bedroom had got just a little more, shall we say interesting with his just slightly old twin sisters Elsi and Clare! All because their breasts were slow to develope.
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One day Sid totally out of the blue said to Greg. "Son, what would you say to doing some domestic duties?"
"Domestic duties, what the hell do you mean by that, Dad?"
"Well son I ain't as young as I was and well your Mum still has "needs" and now she's stopped having her monthlies. I don't even get a week off anymore."
Greg stood there in the yard his mouth agape at his fathers comments.
No he couldn't mean, could he?
He thought he'd play dumb and see where his father was going with this totally out of the blue conversation.
"What do you mean Dad?" he asked as his imagination played scenarios through his young mind.
"It's very simple son, very simple. Your Mother has needs and when those needs are fulfilled she is an angel and when they are not she's a bloody demon to live with. What she and I want you to do is fulfil those needs."
Greg knew what "needs" were. "But Dad she's my, well she's my mother and you want me to......"
"Yes." Sid confirmed still unwilling to actually say the words out loud.
"I'll think about it. See how things go. OK?"
Sid was extremely pleased with how the conversation had gone. He'd been worried Greg would get angry and start screaming but he hadn't even got slightly upset.
As they continued working Greg thought over the conversation. He thought about his mother and how seeing her naked had since he had reached puberty always aroused him.
He often wanked himself off thinking about not only his mother but his older sisters too. He'd listened to his sisters pleasuring themselves under the sheets only inches from his little bed in the corner of their shared bedroom.
Now he was being given the permission to carry some of those fantasies to fulfilment.
Sid and Greg heard Hettie call from the house that dinner was ready and they went into the house. In the utility room they washed off the morning's dirt. Greg ate his dinner in silence and as he did so he watched his mother. She was still a handsome attractive woman. A life of hard work had allowed her to keep her figure.
"Hettie?" "Yes dear?'
"I broached the subject and Greg said he'll think about it."
"Oh Greg you are a good boy. Your poor old Dad will get a full night's sleep now and again if you help out."
Greg thought it hilarious that not even his Mother would actually come out and say the words. Ah well he thought maybe for the best.
"Greg, why don't you help Hettie clean up the kitchen?" Sid suggested.
"That would be really nice if you could Greg. We can bake a cake and you can mix the ingredients for me."
"Right then," said Sid, "I'll leave both of you to get on with some domestic duties then."
He winked at his wife and went outside. But Sid didn't go back to the yard; he walked around to the otherside of the house to spy through the kitchen window.
Would Hettie and Greg play?
"Right." said Hettie "Get my cookbook and turn to the fruit cake recipe."
Greg did as he was instructed and together they placed the ingredients in the large mixing bowl. With a large wooden spoon Hettie began to blend the butter eggs and sugar. She stood at the kitchen table mixing with her large spoon working the butter eggs and sugar into a smooth creamy texture.
"Phew, it gets harder and harder every time I bake nowadays." Hettie moaned. "Come over here and give your old Mum a hand"
Greg came up behind his mother, his cock was already starting to harden inside his trousers. He pushed up behind her so she could feel him through her skirt. Reaching around her body he took hold of the wooden spoon and began to stir Hettie pushed her bottom back into her son's hardness. She liked what she felt and her cunney began to tingle in expectation.
"Ooh Greg you are such a good boy you keep stirring and I'll add the fruit and flour.
It'll start getting stiffer and stiffer but I'm sure we'll manage." Hettie cooed to her son. Who was really starting to enjoy baking with his mother.
"I don't think it'll get too hard to handle. When you think the mix is just right we can put it in the oven. Would you like Mum?"
"Ooh yes and then we can do something to pass the time whilst the cake bakes, would like that son? Pass me the cake tin and we'll get the mix ready for the oven"
Their banter continued in the same vein. Sid, watching from outside, was pleased with how things were going and quietly walked away. Hoping was that Hettie would fill in the details later and he could act surprised, and maybe she'd want to suck him off for getting her fucked by a younger man.
"Right then Greg you put the cake in the oven and I'll see if I can find something to pass the time whilst it cooks." Greg did as he was instructed and placed the cake tin into the oven. He added a little more coal to the range to ensure it stayed hot enough to bake the cake.
When he turned around his Mother was sitting on the edge of the kitchen table her skirts pulled revealing her naked sex.
"You got something for this oven Son?" She asked.
Greg walked toward her unbuckling his belt he pushed down his trousers and underpants allowing his cock to spring free.
"I've got this? Do you reckon it'll fit into your oven Mum?" As he shuffled forward his trousers around his ankles he grasped the shaft of his cock and rubbed up and down his mothers slit. Hettie wanted cock and she wanted it thrust in hard and deep. She adored hard fucking and the harder the better.
"Stuff it in Greg there's plenty of room. See if you can hit the back of the oven."
Greg lifted Hettie's thighs to push her open and thrust forward. Just inserting half its length into her willing flesh.
"All the fucking way boy, all the fucking way. Your mummy has needs." She reached out and pulled his head towards her. Greg thrust his cock deep into her demanding cunney and as their mouths met he kissed his mother with carnel animal lust, fucking her hard.
Hettie loved it not only was she getting cock but to make it even more exciting it was her son fucking her, his cock buried within her. His pubic bone banged and ground on her clit; her insides felt on fire. But Hettie wanted it to last.
"Slow down Son, don't spend too quickly. Mummy wants you to slowly. grind in me." She grabbed hold of his firm buttocks and pulled her cunny tight to the base of his shaft.
"Yeees like that slowly rotate your hips. Can you feel Mummy gripping you?"
"Oh fuck Mum. That's amazing, yes I can OH fuck, fuck, I'm nearly there."
Hettie stopped moving and relaxed. She gently kissed Greg. "Wait not yet Mummy will tell when."
Greg's cock twitched ready to explode at any second he breathed deeply trying to relax. He stared at the clock, he hadn't been in her five minutes yet he knew he needed to control himself. But this wasn't going to be the last time and he was ready now to explode.
