âDammit, Ma! We stay cooped up in here much longer, Luke and me are gonna go crazy,â Jeb said as he turned and glared at his mother. She didnât answer, just glared back. Jeb kicked the end of the broken down couch that made up half the furniture in the main room of the cabin. He turned away and cursed under his breath.
âYou boys brought this on,â she said, âYou had to go shooting up the police like that. Radio said that one fella was bad hurt.â
Luke stepped into the doorway from the one bedroom. He was dressed in his pants and an undershirt, his suspenders flopping loose from his waist. He held a Winchester rifle against one hip. âDam if they didnât have it coming. Jeb and me drew down on âem, they shoulda just turned tail.â
Ma shot a look at her younger son, âSo says the next Johnny Dillinger. Lawmen do what they dam please. And now we got the lot of âem coming after us.â
Jeb spoke up, ignoring his little brother posing across the room. âWell, we need to get to where thereâs some whiskey and some fast women.â He grabbed the front of his trousers. âBeen so dam long since I had me some sweet little cunt, Iâm about to bust.â
Ma shook her head, âWhat do you pups know about going without? I ainât had a decent jump in the two years since your Pa went down for that job we did up in Hadleyville.â
Luke let his hand slide up over the action of his rifle. âWhat about that tractor salesman, that night in Mason City? You and him had the headboard wumpinâ up against the wall of that cabin.â The boys both laughed and traded looks.
âShit, that fat little weasel had a pee pistol the size of my pointer finger, bit off down to the first knuckle. He had to keep humpinâ âcause his little weasel dick kept fallinâ out. I do hate a man that canât keep his place.â
Jeb looked hard at his Mama. Rays of late sunshine lit up the dark red curls she kept pinned up close to her head. She had on a print dress the boys had stolen for her before one of their robberies. Her ample breasts strained against the buttons down the front. Her bare legs were crossed at the knee, one high heeled shoe dangling from her foot. Jeb shook his head, âThis kind of talk ainât helpinâ me any. Iâm so horney, Iâd fuck a goat, one happened by.â
Luke snorted, âThe hell you say, big brother. Happened by. Youâd drive twenty miles if you thought there was a goat to fuck when you got there.â
Jeb took an angry step, âYou watch your mouth. Iâll take down them pants and stick my big old pole up your skinny ass!â
Ma slipped her shoe on and stood up, âCool down, nobodyâs going to stick anything anywhere.â
Both boys took a step closer to their mother. Luke let his rifle slide down until the butt hit the floor and he held it by the barrel. He looked over at his big brother and said, âMaybe Ma here could give up a little poontang and ease the tension around here.â
Ma looked down between the three of them and shook her head. âYou two want to crawl in the same hole you came out of? Thereâs laws against things such as that.â
Jeb put his hand on his Motherâs shoulder. He said softly, âShoot. Ma. We done broke most of the laws already. One more ainât gonna get us any closer to hell. Besides, weâre only asking out of necessity, that ought to count for something.â
Ma looked from one to the other, square in the eyes. She pushed back her shoulders and tried to give them her best look of defiance. âArenât we talking about a couple boys trying to do a manâs job?â
Her straight posture only served to draw both boyâs attention to her breasts. Luke was already showing the beginning of a bulge in the front of his pants. Jeb said, âIâm twenty-one and junior here is nineteen. No gals we ever been with went away complaininâ about not getting enough lovinâ.â
âYeah,â Luke chimed in, âAinât no pointy finger, bit off to the first knuckle, in these pants.â
Ma looked from one to the other again. Color rose in her cheeks. Both boys could see the bumps her hard nipples were making on the front of her dress. Almost whispering she said, âGuess I could use some good lovinâ from my two big strong boys. Being stuck out here is making me buggy too.â
Jeb put his arm around her shoulders and walked them both toward the bedroom. Luke looked hurt as they passed him. Before he could say anything, Ma turned her head and looked at her youngest son. âOne at a time, boy, I ainât no New Orleans whore.â
Luke was left to flop in the chair and listen. The door to the bedroom was missing off its hinges. But they hadnât needed it until then. In the two weeks they had been hiding there, they slept in shifts. The boys stayed awake and on watch half the time. Ma stood guard alone for the rest. Laying low while the law searched for them was hard. They never ventured out in daylight. Food was delivered before dawn by a cousin sworn to secrecy. Their best guess was another two weeks in hiding. Luke smiled to himself. He felt a tingle run through his balls. At least Ma had decided to give up her sweet little split tail and give Luke and his big brother some relief.
In the bedroom Jeb had shucked his clothes inside of three heartbeats. He laid himself out on the bed on his back. Ma was taking her time. She kept her back toward the bed. First, she let down her long waves of dark red hair. She knew she was vain about her hair. And it was hard to keep care of it in their reduced living conditions. She did her best. She shook out her hair with her head tossed back. Let little Jebbie get a tease, she thought, before she rode her young stallion and broke him to her needs.
She unbuttoned her dress slowly. When it was open all down the front she let it hang off her shoulders. She reached back under and unhooked her substantial bra. She stepped out of her shoes. The panties went next. As she bent to get them past her ankles she caught her own scent. She raised up and let her fingertips brush the tight red curls guarding the entrance to her sex. She knew her juices were forming inside her, anticipating the coming invasion.
âCâmon, Ma,â Jeb called from the bed. âIâm bustinâ here waitinâ for you.â