It was on a cold spring evening that James' experience as a hand on the farm took on a new dimension. He and Earl had tilled the fields for most of the day, and it was nearing dusk when James' boss clapped him once brusquely on the shoulder.
"Let's go see what Mama's rustled up for supper." James still found it strange to call them "Mama" and "Papa" but he was happy with the wages and the care thus far, and even in his early 30s, he was young enough to be their child. It had been hard work, but it helped that Earl seemed to be doing even more. He wasn't sure he could take Earl in a fight, despite his advanced age.
As the two men walked back toward the house, he took stock of Earl, a hard man now approaching 70, weathered by spending all his years in the fields, balding and a bit stocky, but he was tall and James had seen through their work he had lost none of his grit or strength.
They entered the house, warmed by the wood stove, and as they took their seats at the simple table, James was grateful for the seat, and the glass of water waiting for him.
Monnie was busy lifting their dinner from the stove. She was a quiet woman in her late 50s, attractive if quite plain. It seemed to James she was always a bit nervous, and as she took the food away from the fire, he found himself looking a bit too long at her rear-end, as her country linen dress had fallen between her cheeks, which were clenched, tightly, as usual.
James' eyes came back to the table and to Earl, who had caught the younger man's stare. James took a drink of water and cleared his throat.
"Supper's ready, Papa" Monnie said, setting a plate of pork chops, potatoes and greens in front of Earl.
"And here you are, son" she said with a mild smile before setting James' meal before him.
"Thank you Mama" James said, smiling broadly back.
Neither man touched their food as they waited for Monnie to sit down. When she did, Earl said "Let's bow our heads." James was grateful their grace was silent, but from his first meal he learned never to move toward the feast until Papa did.
Soon Earl lifted his head and reached for his knife and fork. Most nights they ate in silence, but tonight, Mama spoke.
"Looks to be a soft soil this spring," she said timidly.
"Mama, until you till the fields, then best you leave that judgment to those with spades," came Papa's cold rumbling reply, as he began to cut his meat.
"I've tilled harder" James said, delivering a smile to Mama, which was returned.
Then, Papa slammed his fist, with knife in hand, down onto the table with such force that James' plate rattled.
"BURNT. God Dammit woman, you have one job and that's to prepare a proper meal-"
"Sorry Papa, it's just that, I had planned for you to come in at sundown, and you stayed out in the fields-"
Papa slammed his fist onto the table again, and this time James saw Mama jolt like electricity, then into sudden stillness. A terrible silence filled the room.
Softly, Papa spoke.
"This is misbehavior." The couple stared intensely at each other for a moment as James looked on.
Then, as if following duty, Mama wiped her lips with her napkin and rose. Papa turned his chair with his lap away from the table. The woman circled around before bending over his knee. Papa lifted her skirt exposing her pale, bare ass. Mama looked resigned to her fate, staring blankly.
"Papa, it's just a little black-" James interjected
"You shut the hell up!" Papa said, swatting her, hard enough that she yelped. Again he slapped her ass, already reddening, again she moaned. He held James' eyes the entire time.
"This is MY house" SLAP.
"And I will be Obeyed" SLAP. Moan.
Papa pulled her skirt back down and Mama slipped to her knees.
"That goes for EVERYONE under this roof. That clear, son?"
James realized he was actually frightened. He nodded.
Papa's eyes fell to his lap and the woman beside it.
"Aw Jesus" he said, looking quite pained, "Now look what you did" as his hand slid under her chin and pinched her face, directing her to look at his crotch.
James could see through his pants Papa was fully erect. Mama, seeing this, began to pull her long mousey hair into a bun. Papa unzipped, and out flung his cock onto Mama's cheek. It was not as long as James', but it was very girthy, thick and veiny. Mama put her mouth directly onto it. James sat frozen.
Mama began to furiously pump her head up and down on him, working her hand in motion as she took her husband in and out. Again James' eyes came upon her butt through her dress as she splayed on her knees.
"EAT," came Earl's command to James, and he turned his attention back to his meal. James picked up his knife and fork and the two men ate as Mama continued to suck on Papa.
"You'll come to realize" Papa said between bites, "I rule everything on these acres, unh" he grunted.
"Maybe some day you'll have your own stead, but for now, this is me and mine and all will obey" he said, stammering somewhat as his wife worked his knob.
"But for now... I pay you handsomely to obey. Is that understood boy?!" he said, panting.
"Yes." James said, suddenly realizing that he, too, was aroused by all this.
"Yes WHO?"
"Yes Papa."
Earl stopped chewing and let out a deep and gutteral growl, and James could see that Mama held only the tip of Papa's cock in her mouth. The fat shaft heaved and throbbed in heavy undulation as he came. He let out a deep sigh and rested a moment, before forking another bite into his mouth. Mama stood immediately and walked dourly out and toward the bedroom. James thought he caught her eyes for a moment. And was that a smile?
"She's had her supper," Earl said to his pork chop, as James found his own cock straining against his britches.
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