The Flood - Part 2

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My ankle was still swollen and I still couldn't put any weight on it. Even hopping around my bedroom to get to the loo was exceedingly painful. I did not want to rely on Josh too much, I needed him to run the farm whilst I was out of commission.

I managed to get to the loo and poop and clean myself, I managed to stand at the washbasin, it took me several minutes to get from the loo to the sink, but I did it. There was a lot of swearing, the pain just made me feel faint it was that intense, but I got to the sink and ran a sink of water and washed myself as best I could.

Several minutes later I was back sitting on the bed, on the edge, my feet on the floor, I could not, just could not, get my bad ankle up onto the bed. I would need more meds and Josh's help to do that and he was out checking the sheep, ensuring that unlike me, they were up on their feet.

I was mulling over what we could do at the farm. We could get some chickens, they would give us eggs, was it worth it. We had enough materials around the farm to make a coop, and if we put it on skids we could move it to fresh grass each day. But, was it worth the hassle? And anyway, whilst we could build the coop, we couldn't get any hens and a rooster until the floods went down. No matter how many times I thought about it, I could never make a definitive decision either way, and so, I erred on the side of caution and status quo, and didn't.

I heard Josh in the kitchen, I knew he would be up in a moment, I could speak to him then, no point in shouting down to him. I heard him on the stairs.

"Mum, what are you doing out of bed for goodness sake."

"I needed the loo, but I can't get my bad leg off the floor it is way to painful, and I need meds."

"Well the meds are here on the sideboard, next to the jug of water, but I have bought you up another hot chocolate, hopefully it will not stimulate you the way coffee does."

"Thank you baby." I had completely forgotten that the meds were in the bedroom with me, how stupid.

Josh came over and held my calf on my bad ankle leg.

"Right then mum, in a moment I shall lift your leg up." He lied, I don't know why, I guess to distract me, but he just lifted both my legs up and swivelled me so that I was properly on the bed. The pain absolutely wiped me out. I don't think I fainted, but I just closed my eyes and screamed and my scream faded to silence as the pain just washed me out. Josh went across to my dresser and prepared my meds and then came across.

"Open wide mum," he said. I just followed orders and did. Josh poured the meds into my mouth and then as I was swallowing, he passed me the mug of hot chocolate that he had made, I took a greedy gulp and passed him back the mug. I couldn't trust myself to hold the mug and not spill it.

I was in a lot of pain that is for sure, and I knew it would be about ten minutes before the meds began to ease the pain, and then I could shuffle around on the bed and get more comfortable, until then it was just grimace and bear it. I could feel the drugs as they began to have an effect and then slowly the pain didn't exactly go away, I just stopped noticing it, a very strange sensation. I managed to shuffle up the bed and adjust the pillows so that I was comfortable.

"Mum, how is it now?"

"It's not to bad. Have a look and see if you think the swelling has gone down any."

He knelt on the bed by my feet, a movement that fifteen minutes before would have had me screaming in pain. He looked all around my ankle and gently touched it.

"Okay mum," he said looking up at me, although his gaze was up my nightie and not at my face.

"Yes Josh, I am up here, my face isn't in my nightie."

He shook himself and looked up at me. "It isn't as swollen, when I touch it, it doesn't feel like a balloon like it did yesterday, so I am sure the swelling is going down."

"Good, that is a good thing. How long before you have to go out to the farm and check the sheep?"

"About an hour mum."

I knew what he wanted but I wasn't going to give it all in one go, I wasn't even sure if I should be doing it anyway, mum and son is illegal, but I guess that is so that they don't breed, I had a hysterectomy years ago, so that isn't a consideration.

"Go in the bathroom and take your clothes and wash your dick and balls thoroughly, then come back."

He looked quizzically at me and then went. I was clean, I knew that, I had washed myself thoroughly when I went to the bathroom earlier. A few minutes later he came back, naked and hopefully clean.

"I am not up to shagging baby, but I would like to give you a blowjob, and later I would like you to do me."

"Okay mum."

He shuffled up, kneeling over my chest, his dick prodding my chin. I reached up and gently pushed his foreskin back, watching as it bumped over the rim of his dickhead and then bunched up beneath it. The end of his dick was a mix of maroon and purple, the skin that attached his foreskin was almost white where it was strained and stretched. I ran a fingernail around the rim of his cock and he squirmed and gasped. I leant forward and licked the end of his dick, my tongue pressing into his pee hole and then licking all around before I sucked his dick into my mouth and began a mouth shag.

As I bobbed back and forth along his dick I used my fingernail to lightly scratch his perineum, stopping at his crinkle and then coming back to run around his balls. His delight was obvious, he was audibly gulping and occasionally flinching as I moved. As I was moving up and down his dick, my tongue ran circles over the end of his dick and then I began to go further down, his dick past my tongue and into my throat, I was giving him a deep throat blow job, something his dad used to love, and we saved for when I was on my monthlies.

"Oh shit, oh shit, mum, shit," he was saying between gasps and then he took a deep breath and his spurts shot down my throat as he ejaculated. I sucked him clean and eased his softening dick from my throat and lay back, easing the pressures on my neck.

"Oh God mum, that is incredible."

"Yes baby." My quandary was that he would want to do it more and more, and that I would want him to, and I would not want him to get a girlfriend as I would want to keep him to myself. It was going to be difficult.

Josh got off the bed and pulled the quilt up over me.

"I am going to start tea, mum, and then check the sheep. Can we do it the other way later, you know, me doing you?"

"Okay baby, I am going to go to sleep now." I lay back and closed my eyes, the taste of my sons cum still on my tongue, I knew my sleep would be easy, but only until the meds wore off. In my dreams he went to a young farmers do and brought a girl back. In my mind I watched as they made out on the sofa, his hand up her blouse playing with her boobs, her hand undoing his jeans and playing with his dick.

Soon his hands were up her skirt, pulling her knickers to one side and fingering her fanny and then they were stripping, unaware that I was watching them. In my dream his dick was bigger, and she squealed as he penetrated her and then they shagged, seemingly for ever, and then as he came his spurts shot out of her fanny. I knew it was a dream but I could not stop it unravelling before my eyes. When I saw her face I realised it was me and then I woke up panting.

I could hear Josh in the kitchen, we were having mutton chops and mash, we had it a lot, it being our main source of protein. I began to wonder if Josh could get some work on one of the surrounding farms, we could perhaps invest his income into some more livestock. Pigs perhaps, it would at least give us some variety, although we would probably need more freezer space before we slaughtered. I would chat with Josh about it.

I dozed again and then my ankle screamed at me and I awoke with a start, the pain shooting from my ankle and up my leg. I needed some more meds, they were on the sideboard, could I get myself over there and get some without passing out from pain. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and almost bit my tongue in half as the pain ramped up. I had to sit for a minute before I dared move again, and then slowly I stood, holding onto the cane using it instead of my bad leg. I managed to hobble across to the dresser and poured out my meds, quickly swallowed them and took a swallow from the water.

I decided I needed the loo and hobbled into the bathroom and managed to sit on the loo and pee. When finished I washed my fanny and surroundings, flushed and managed to stand. Getting back to the bedroom took longer, the pain was so intense. I sat on the side of the bed and using the crook of the walking stick around my calf, I managed to swing both legs onto the bed. I am pretty sure I was sweating by the time I was back in position. Quilt over me, I lay back and waited for the meds to kick in. Josh was coming up the stairs by the time the pain was easing.

"I heard the loo flush, all okay?"

"Not easy, but I managed it, and I had my meds too, and I washed myself," I said with a smile on my face, hoping he got my intimation. I looked at his face, he did.

"Right mum, do you need more pillows behind you because I am going down to get your tea. What do you want to drink with it?"

"Yes, I will have another pillow please, and I'll have another hot chocolate please."

I leant forward and Josh pushed another pillow behind me, I leant back, yes that was perfect. I gave him a thumbs up. He left and I heard him going downstairs. Soon enough he was back with a tray with two meals and two drinks on it and some tea towels as napkins and hand wipes.

The chops were tasty if a little tough, but then that is mutton for you. The mash was how I like it, a few lumps. I prefer mash to creamed potatoes, I find creamed just a bit too silky. Soon enough it was all gone and washed down with the hot chocolate, Josh having sat on the edge of the bed and eaten his. Josh put our plates and mugs on the tray and took them back down to the kitchen.

"Give me a few minutes to let my tea go down baby and then we can explore a little more."

"Okay mum."

I think he was disappointed but I needed my stomach to settle before I let anyone go playing in my garden. I think I dozed and the odd dream from earlier was hovering in my mind's eye, dozing, not sleeping fortunately.

I awoke, the meds still working, and I felt a need.

"Are you ready baby?" I asked him.

"Yes mum,"

"Okay, now whatever you do please try not to touch my ankle. I am going to take my robe off and then I will be ready. Do what you think is right, I will tell you if not."

"Okay mum." He took his clothes off so that we were both naked, I smiled, it was good to see a nice hard dick. He knelt between my ankles, keeping well awa from my bad one and then he leant forward. At first he sniffed, taking in my aroma, and then he leant forward and licked me, his tongue really just around my entrance.

"Move up and down baby, find my pleasure button near the top," sometimes it was difficult to accept that he had never done any of this before, he was such a big strapping lad.

His tongue moved upwards and I could feel my inner lips sliding around his tongue as he moved, such a sensual feeling, my pressures began. His tongue found my nubbin and gasped, "yes baby, just there," I managed.

He started licking around it as if it were a miniature iced loll, "gently baby," I gasped. He was definitely getting the idea as I felt his fingers around my entrance, circling, teasing. He nibbled at my clitoris, my electrics going wild, and as he nibbled, his fingers began their journey inside me. Oh my, he was really stretching my fanny open, moving his fingers apart, widening me, my fanny walls parting ready for more.

"Baby," I said, "I need you inside me, shag me baby." I needed more than a fingering. I was shameless.

Josh eased away, my crotch suddenly feeling cooler and then empty as his fingers left my fanny. He shuffled up the bed, covering me, and then he surprised me by kissing me hard on my lips. As he did so I felt his dick at my entrance, and with a push he was inside me and I gasped loudly around his mouth, my back jerking. Even though the meds were numbing, I seemed to be able to feel his every move, his foreskin sliding back on his shaft giving me a boost to my pressures.

My eyes were open wide, staring up at Josh's face and head. My moth was being assailed by his, my fanny filled with his meat, my mind doing somersaults, I felt as if I were tripping on pleasure. Josh began to slowly shag me, his relative inexperience no impediment, he seemed to instinctively know what to do. He filled, he pulled back, he pressed, he eased. He began to go faster, push harder, his grunts joining my gasps and the slaps of his stomach against mine, creating the unmistakable symphony of love.

My ankle could go hang, I gave it no mind, my focus was on the wonderful feelings flowing through my body courtesy of my son. Harder he pressed, 'oof' I gasped, my electrics dangerously close to blowing, my pleasures at a peak, my pressures threatened, and Josh gasped loudly and as he grunted, I felt his spurts within me and my orgasm exploded, erupting through my body, my gasps echoed around the room as my pleasures engulfed me.

"Careful baby," I said as Josh began to ease back.

He crawled back leaving me with a smile on my face and drips dribbling from my fanny. That was the best distraction I could have, but now I needed to sleep before he distracted me again.

Whilst I slept Josh checked the sheep and also the floods and reported when he came back.

"Sorry mum, the floods are still too high. The sheep are fine. I reckon we could use the back field for pigs if you want to do swine. I know that farmer Aaron has some pig pens he isn't using. When we can, I'll go and see if we can borrow them from him, I will also see if he has any casual work going. I will also try and find out why he stopped doing pigs. It might be that there wasn't any money in it, like sheep, but as we really only want them for our food, it might be a goer for us."

"Okay Josh," I said. I was still a bit sleepy but I had to say that my ankle didn't hurt half as much as it had earlier. Good signs, perhaps I was on the mend.

"I got some pork out of the freezer, it is in the oven cooking, we can have that with some boiled potatoes, okay?"

"Yes baby." Our diet wasn't hugely varied, we had our own mutton and a few pieces of pork that we had swapped with Amos, one of the farmers down the way, for some of our mutton.

"I may go and see Amos actually," Josh said, sometimes it was difficult to follow his train of thought, "and see if he ever sells any of his piglets and how much three would be. He may have some old pens that he doesn't want anymore. Worth asking. I may see if he has any casual work too."

"Okay baby." Amos was the one who offered to do our hay in exchange for shagging me. No thank you Amos.

The pork was a tad chewy, but tasty non the less. I wondered if Amos would give us a boar and two sows, we could then become self-sufficient in pork, if the boar did his job. Talking of which.

"Josh baby," I said.

"Yes mum?"

"Help me to the bathroom, I want a shower, and my ankle is feeling a lot less painful."

"Okay mum."

"And Josh," I added.

"You can wash my back for me."

I had no doubt that we would shag in the shower, as I also had no doubt our future would be full of shagging.