Up. Down. Slap-slap-slap. Tits bouncing wild. Hair sticking to her sweaty face. She ground her clit on me like she was trying to start a fire. Nails raked my chest bloody.
“Harder, boy. Your daddy never fucked me like I needed. You gonna leave your mama aching?”
“No ma’am,” I said, and flipped her over.
Slammed in from behind. Grabbed two fistfuls of that big ass and pounded. Balls smacking her clit loud enough to wake the dead. She buried her face in the pillow and screamed into it. Kept pushing back, greedy for more.
I reached around, rubbed her button slick and fast. She went stiff, pussy clamped down like a bear trap, and came so hard the bed shook. Juices ran down my nuts. I kept going, deeper, meaner, chasing my own.
Second time she came she bit the pillow clean in half. Feathers everywhere.
I pulled out, flipped her again, threw her legs over my shoulders and drilled straight down. Her eyes rolled white. Mouth open. Drooling.
“Give it to me, Travis. Fill your mama up.”
Couldn’t hold it. Shot so hard my balls hurt. Rope after rope, pumping her full till it leaked out around my dick and soaked Pa’s sheets.
She milked me dry, thighs shaking, then pulled me down on top of her. Both of us panting like we ran from Comanches.
Outside, Old Yeller started barking at nothing.
Ma laughed, low and filthy. Stroked my hair sticky with sweat.
“Dog’s jealous,” she said. “Reckon he wants seconds on whatever you just fed me.”
I looked down at the mess we made. Cum and pussy juice and blood from where her nails tore me open.
“Tomorrow,” I said, “I’m shooting that dog.”
Ma kissed my forehead, tasted the salt.
“Do it after breakfast,” she said. “Ain’t polite to kill on an empty stomach.”
But the sun wasn’t even full down yet, and that yellow fucker wasn’t done ruining the day. I rolled off Ma, dick still twitching, and heard screaming from the yard. Braying like a mule getting skinned alive.
Jumper. Our little brown mule. I yanked my britches up halfway and stumbled to the window.
Old Yeller had her pinned against the corral fence. Back legs kicking dust, tail clamped tight, but that yellow bastard mounted high and humping like a sewing machine gone berserk. His red dick stabbing blind, finally found the spot, and he slammed home. Jumper screamed again. Blood already running down her hind legs from where his claws raked her.
“That yeller mutt has the worst case of the mule rapes I ever saw, Ma,” I said, grabbing Pa’s Henry rifle off the peg. “That shit ain’t gonna fly on the Coates farm.”
Ma sat up in bed, sheets tangled around her legs, cum still dripping out her pussy. “Travis, you put that gun down!”
I levered a round. Safety off. Finger white on the trigger.
Old Yeller never slowed. Just kept pile-driving that poor mule, tongue hanging sideways, slobber flying. Balls slapping her like wet laundry. Jumper’s eyes rolled white with terror.
Arliss come tearing out the cabin butt-naked, chicken feather stuck to his ass from whatever the hell he’d been doing.
“Go Yeller!” the little shit yelled, chucking a rock at Jumper’s head. “Fuck her good, boy! Give her a baby mule-dog!”
I swung the rifle toward him. “One more word and I swear to Christ I’ll shoot you first.”
Ma burst off the bed, apron flapping over her half-naked tits, and grabbed the barrel. Yanked it outta my hands. Then grabbed me by the ear like I was six years old and dragged me back inside.
“Sit your ass down,” she snapped, shoving me into Pa’s rocking chair.
My cock was still hard from rage. Couldn’t help it. Whole damn world gone sideways.
Ma saw the bulge. Eyes narrowed.
“Only one way to cool hot blood on this place.”
She dropped to her knees, yanked my britches open again, and swallowed my dick to the root in one gulp. Hot. Wet. Throat working me like a milk cow’s teat.
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