Clem sat in his rocking chair on his shady porch and watched his daughter Honey hoe the garden. At eighteen, she was the youngest of his three saucy daughters. Daisy and Pumpkin lived with their husbands a yodel away down the dirt road that ran the length of the hollow.
The merciless summer sun took its toll on every living thing. All of the wild critters sought safety in holes and under rocks. Honey's sweat saturated the top of her flimsy cotton dress, making it transparent. As Clem admired his daughter's perfect nipples, his tireless cock began to rise. He unzipped his fly and pulled it out for a spanking.
As Clem stroked his gnarled cock, he thought about Honey's eighteenth birthday party and how much fun he and his father, brothers and sons had had as they made a woman of the lass. As her father, he laid claim to her precious cherry. He plucked it with such skill that it hurt no worse than a bee sting, then he fucked her until her shrieks of ecstasy made the hens in the hen house cackle from fear. Honey wore out the men of the family that night. Her cum-sucking pussy drained them all dry. She made Clem proud.
If only there had been some way to harness sexual energy, Clem's wife and three daughters could have provided electricity for the entire county. As Clem stroked his huge cock, he thanked God for providing him with more pussy than any man has a right to. Yes, even though Clem fucked just about anything in a dress, including his mother, aunts, daughters and sisters, he was a God-fearing man.
"HONEY, COME ON UP HERE AND GIT OUT OF THE SUN FER A SPELL!" he shouted. The nubile lass shielded her eyes from the sun with her hand and peered at the house. When she saw her father with his sausage in his hand, she knew what he wanted. "I'LL BE RIGHT THERE, PA!" she answered. She ran to the swimming hole a few yards away and threw herself into the crystal-clear water.
Honey didn't wait for her father to tell her to take her dress off; she stripped as soon as she emerged from the water. Blood surged into Clem's cock when he saw his daughter's beautiful body. "Of my three daughters, she is the tastiest," he thought. But he thought the same thing whenever he saw any of them naked.
"Whew, it sure is hot, ain't it, Pa," she said. "You've got to stop saying ain't, gal," Clem said. "City folks say isn't, not ain't. If you say ain't down at that fancy college, they'll know you're a moonshiner's daughter. Now get down on your knees and suck on my baby-maker."
Honey loved sucking cock almost as much as she loved fucking. Having a nice cock in her mouth gave her a feeling of power over the man. She sometimes bit down a little to remind them of that. Her father's cock was so big that she had had difficulty the first few times she sucked it. With practice it became easier. If she was on top of him sucking from above, she could even work it all the way down her throat.
"That feels real good, Honeybunch," Clem said, as his daughter's soft lips coasted up and down his prick. "You're almost as good at peter-suckin' as your Ma." As though on cue, Clem's wife Petunia stepped out on the porch. She had been baking bread and her arms were covered with flour up to the elbows. She didn't bat an eye when she saw her daughter on her knees sucking her husband off. "Just made a fresh batch of ice tea, Clem. Want some?" Clem grinned from ear to ear. "I've got a hankerin' for some of your tasty ice tea, Pet. Sure, I'll have me some."
Petunia's honey-laced ice tea really hit the spot on a scorching summer day. Clem sipped it as he watched his daughter's pretty head bobbing in his lap. "I reckon you'll be suckin' off college boys in a few months," Clem said. "I sure am going to miss that warm sucker of yours." Clem's two sons Homer and Jethro emerged from the forest and walked up the path to the porch. They grinned when they saw their younger sister on her knees servicing their father. "Looks like we got here just in time, Homer," Jethro said. "I have a hankering for a Honey-hummer."
"Howdy, boys," Clem said. "I'll be finished in a minute." The men's cocks hardened as they watched their beautiful sister slobbering over their father's cock. Homer knelt down behind her and yanked down his overalls. She whimpered as his thick cock snaked up inside of her tight quim. "This little gal is going to suck out a nice mouthful of gonad gravy," Clem said. He cursed and sucked in his breath as his cum-cannon fired in her mouth. Honey was still swallowing her daddy's cum when Jethro tried to pry her mouth open with his tool. "You made her mouth nice and slick, Pa," he said.
Petunia walked out on the porch and frowned when she saw what her two sons were up to. "Now don't wear yourselves out on that little slut, boys," she said. "I'll want you to give me the same a little later. You boys want some ice tea?" She returned a few minutes later with a tray bearing four glasses of tea, one for her, two for her sons, and one for Honey. "She'll be needing this to wash your batter down," she said. Jethro groaned and his sister retched as a thick stream of warm spunk shot into her throat. A moment later, Homer pulled his cock out of her pussy and wrote his initials on her ass with cum.
Honey chugged half the glass of tea to wash the two loads down. The hillbilly family sat in the shade, sipped ice tea, and talked about what hillbillies talk about, namely sex.
"Homer, have you put a bun in Pruney's oven yet?" Clem asked.
"Not yet, Pa. Hell, I been fuckin' her twice a day. There must be something wrong with her."
"Son, you've got to wait until she lays her eggs, then give it to her good," Petunia advised. "That's how Pa and I made you."
"Or maybe I could come by and plant some of my seed," Clem mused.
"The next time I fuck her, why don't you let me do it without a rubber?" Jethro suggested. "Hell, I put four buns in Winnie's oven. I can knock a gal up just by thinkin' about it."
Honey excused herself to go skinny-dipping in the swimming hole, Clem left to check on his still, and Homer and Jethro took their mother inside to tune her engine. As they removed their clothes, they argued over who would be her ass-man. "You fucked her in the ass last time," Jethro said. "Now it's my turn." Petunia was flattered that her sons thought so highly of her ass. "It is a peach of an ass," she thought as she admired her plump bum in a mirror.
The brothers settled the argument by flipping a coin. Homer went to his back on the bed and watched as his mother impaled her furry pussy on his formidable cock. He reached around to pull her ample hams apart and said, "Stick it in, Jethro." Jethro smeared lard on his log and squatted behind his mother. He put the tip of his cock against her wrinkled anus and pushed. "Ma's ass feels so good it almost brings tears to this old boy's eyes," he said to no one in particular. The muscular brothers were soon bouncing their petite mother back and forth between them. As one prong was going in, the other was pulling out. Petunia began yodeling as an orgasm racked her body. "I bet I can last longer than you," Homer challenged. "Hell, I can out-fuck you any day," Jethro replied. Petunia's howls were heard all the way down at the general store. "Those boys are screwin' their Ma again," the storekeeper observed. Homer and Jethro waited until their mother passed out before shooting their wads. As they put their clothes on, they congratulated each other on a job well done. "We're so good at fucking that maybe we should go down to the big city and find some rich city gals to fuck," Jethro said. "Maybe we could even star in some of them pornographic picture shows," Homer added.
Meanwhile, Clem was tending to his still. He chuckled when he heard his wife's shrieks. "I've got me two fine sons there," he said. He was in the habit of speaking to himself. He decided that he would pay a visit to their wives later that evening. "It's been awhile since I used their sausage-warmers." He took a sip of the fiery moonshine and smacked his lips. "That is some mighty fine shine. Maybe I'll make a run down to the city and sell a few gallons. Then I'll pay a visit to one of them whorehouses and buy me one of them fancy painted whores."
Clem pulled his cock out and began to stroke. He loved to masturbate almost as much as he loved to fuck. "Why howdy, Clem. Loping your mule as usual, I see." The saucy lass who spoke those words was none other than his sister Moonbeam who was married to his best friend Hank. Clem ogled his sister's bodacious tits as they struggled to free themselves from her flimsy cotton dress. The memories of having her beautiful suckers in his mouth caused him to salivate.
"I came to git Hank some shine," she said. "He's been doin' poorly since his mule kicked him in the balls."
