A New Beginning Pt. 01

I went to the chicken coop, they was scratching around. I tossed handfuls of scratch in there. Followed up with a good measure of hay. I topped their water off and gathered a dozen eggs even. I went back and milked the cow. Then carried it all back up to the house. Putting it on the table, I made a round stoking the fires and topping them off. It was cozy and warm in the kitchen and main room. Mama was still asleep, so, I put on some coffee to boil.

I went out to the smoke house. It was full of cured hams, sides of bacon, and smoked sausage links. I grabbed a handful of smoked links, a smoked hock, and went inside. I grabbed the buckets and went to the pump and drew up water.

Getting down a big cast iron pot, I set it on the eye. Dropped in a chunk of lard. Sliced up a big onion and dropped it in the lard. I cut up a double handful of cured, smoked bacon and added it. I sliced up that smoked sausage and off in the pot with it. I cooked that all down a bit, then added pinto beans. Dropped in the hock. Topped it off with water and covered it to cook.

The coffee was ready, so I poured mama a cup and poured in some fresh cream and carried it to the bedroom and sat it down on her night stand. I slid my cold hand under the cover and grabbed her tit. She screamed in protest, pulled the covers back and slid her feet to the floor, hunting her slippers. She grabbed the coffee and sipped it while I reached under the covers and pulled out her robe. I held it open for her. She sat her coffee down and slid her arms in, wrapping herself in its warmth.

She smiled up at me, "You just think of everything, don't you? You're gonna spoil me rotten."

We went to the kitchen and sat down. I poured me some coffee. Stirred the beans, and sat down.

Mama sniffed at the stove. "Oh goody! Beans, taters and cornbread. Mayhap some fried deer steak, too."

"Mama, papa's gone. He hitched up the mule to the wagon, got out his buffalo robe and bed roll, and lit out."

She jumped up and went to the cupboard. Pulling out a baking powder can, she dumped it out. It was her money stash. She gathered it up and sat it in front of me.

"There's $175 there. Enough to buy a good wagon and young mule. I heard tell the other day ol' Richards out to the edge of town had both a wagon and a pair of broke mules for sale."

"Alright, I'll walk to town and see about it."

"Now, don't be spending that on none of them town floozies. You done got a taste of pussy, now you're gonna be trailing after it."

I never heard mama talk like that. "A taste of what?"

"Pussy." She stood up, opened her robe and pointed to her hairy privates. "This is a pussy."

I nodded. I'd only ever heard that called a snatch. Then again, I didn't get around much.

I sat at the table considering the next moves. Papa ran out. He wasn't coming back. That left me to work this place alone. I didn't like that one bit. If only I'd stayed out of it, papa would still be here. Still here abusing me and mama. No, I couldn't just stand by while he hurt mama like that. What the hell was I gonna do?

Mama spoke up. "Jacob, I see the worry in your face. I can see you running off next. I don't blame you. You're 18. Grown up now. You'll be wanting a family of your own and there's no shortage of young gals around to choose from. What we did was wrong in the eyes of others, but it didn't feel wrong. But, I know I have nothing to offer you to keep you here but my body. I'm old now. I can't birth babies no more. No suiters will be coming around looking at me. Especially able bodied young men. I'm just stuck. Not when there's gals half my age just sitting there, ripe for the picking. I don't have any skills to get a job with. None that pays anything. I guess I could let them use me. But, I'm pushing' up on 60. No man is gonna pay for 60 year old pussy."

I looked at her, trying figure out what hell she was talking about. "Mama, hush up that nonsense. I need to think and I can't while you sitting over there talking about pussy."

"Jacob, what I'm saying is, I can't be a burden on you. All I got to offer you to keep you here is my pussy. Well, there's other things I can do for you, but I've never done them before. But, I will for you. I'll be here for you to use any way you like. You can get a gal and move her in. She can give you babies. I'll be here when you need extra. Any time you want me."

"What are you talking about, woman, other ways you ain't never done?"

"I can use my mouth on you. Or you can take my hind end."

"Mouth? Hind end? Look, enough of this. Stop saying those things. I'll figure this out. I ain't going away, and you ain't selling no pussy. If anybody's gonna use your pussy, it's gonna be me. I ain't setting on hitching up to no young gal, either. Maybe sometime. I just don't know"

I started to see the beginnings of a plan. Not much of one yet, but anything is better than nothing at this point. I actually got mama to thank for it. Her talking about selling pussy. Well, besides her, I ain't never seen anything about sex except watching critters. Thing is nobody ever paid, or traded, for critter snatch. But, I have seen plenty put aside quite a bit for stud services.

"Mama, tell me about my pecker."

"How do you mean, tell you about it?"

"Well, I've seen papa's and some others up to town, taking a leak and whatnot. I've heard talk on the wayside about how women like a bigger size pecker. How does mine size up?"

"Well, Jacob, I don't have a lot of experience myself. Your papa didn't have much in the way of size and all. It was enough to get the job done. I seen some others when I was a girl in school... We would show each other our privates. Curious, you know. So, I reckon size wise, I ain't never seen one to match yours. You fill me up right nicely." She narrowed her eyes at me. "Where you going with this?"

"I've seen women in town making eyes at me. Not them little young fillies, either. Women like you. Married, all proper. I seen the same look in your eyes while you was looking at me out the the glass yonder. When I was scrubbing down at the pump. What was in that look?"

She stared at me a bit. Kinda reminded me of the stare you get when a deer spotted you but can't quite make out what you are. They'll just lock their eyes on you and stare. Waiting on you to do something or other.

"Well, honey, I was looking at you. I admit. It's embarrassing having been caught. But, to answer your question, I was wanting to know what it would be like to have you breed me. Your man business is awful big. You're good looking, too. Much more so than most anybody else around. You're built strong. Muscles."

She closed her eyes and sorta shivered a bit, her hand going up to her breast.

"Well, the way you handled me after you stood up for me. Protected me. And that way you bathed me? Oh my. You set my old pussy on fire. Why, I've never even heard of a man do such a thing before."

"Would you pay me for it? For the special treatment?"

There came some more of that staring.

"Mama, look, quit staring at me like that. You're making get the urge to take you and we got business to tend to"

"Well, you got my old pussy purely throbbing right now. Let's take a break and you come bend me over this table and breed me proper."

"Ok, so, how much you gonna pay me for the job?"

"What? Pay you?"

"Yep. That's doing a job of work, ain't it. Laying out a service. If' you want my big old pecker up in you with all that special treatment, that oughta be worth something. I heard tale of these gals that sells a service to men that can't get what they want from their women. Heard they'd pay as much as a dollar, or even two, for some real fancy fixings. I've worked sun up to sun down for less than that. Somebody made money on it, but wasn't me."

"Those are prostitutes, honey, they..."

She clamped her lips tight, suddenly realizing what I was getting at.

"I see what your driving at now, son. You wanna sell sex."

"Sort of. More like a stud service. Like when you pay old man Tatum to have his Jersey bull breed our cows. Ain't nobody getting him to pay them to use his bull. I reckon men will pay for pussy. So, I reckon women will pay for special treatment they want but can't get from their men. I fix em up with a service they want and they pay me something for it."

"Son, most women expect their pussy is payment enough."

"Well, if that's the case, why ain't they getting what they want out of it? Why they cutting eyes at me if they getting what pleases them at home? I'll tell you why. There's only so much of a man to go around. He gets up before daylight, works the fields or the woods until dark, then most times after, coming in bone weary just to have to get up and do it all again just to keep his family fed."

"Then have his woman wanting more out of him than he's got to give. How's he gonna come home and find the time and energy flitting around satisfying his woman's urges for special treatment? I can't see no one woman's pussy being worth all that. Not when a man can work his job, come home to peace and quiet and not having a female making demands on him."

"I reckon I could work five days a week. At two dollars a day. Pay a woman a dollar to spread her legs for me once a week. Then not have all the nonsense that comes with her figuring her pussy is worth more than what she charges for it. I reckon if she was servicing her husband right proper for the seventy, eighty hours a week he's spending on it, he won't have no need to be traipsing off hunting that prostitute pussy."

"Ok, I'll give you that. So where's she coming up with the money?"

I gestured to the $175 on the table. "Where'd you get that without papa knowing you had it?"

"Selling eggs, mending and sewing. Making quilts. Such as that. Doing extra canning for women around."

"Ok, so, why didn't they just do all that themselves?"

" I reckon it's because they didn't have the ti... Ok, I get it now."

I suppose I could might get paid twice. Once by the wife for pleasing her. Again by the husband for shutting her up and leaving him be."

She chuckled at that. Making her tits jiggle under her robe. My pecker stirred at that sight.

She thought of somethin' else. "How we gonna sell that?"

"Same way you sell whatever you sold to get that." Gesturing at the money again. "You know all these women around."

"Mama, take your robe off. I wanna see your body."

She looked at me with level eyes. "How much you gonna pay me?"

"Well, I reckon I won't run out on you like everybody else has."

I guess she agreed with that. She took her robe off, giving me full access to her body.

"Now come here and show me these things you ain't never done before. With your mouth and hind end."

She looked at me for the longest time before getting up and coming around the table, then getting on her knees at my feet and fishing my pecker out. She studied its hard length, sizing it up. The she opened her mouth and took the head in, trying to be careful of her teeth. She closed her lips around it and started swirling her tongue around it. Her hand sliding up and down my shaft.

Seeing my mother on her knees with me in her mouth like that, set something off in me. This was a whole new experience for me, and I'll tell you something, I could see how a man could get used to this.

A few minutes later, I felt that tingling feeling I get when I'm about to cum. I wasn't sure what to do, so I just told her.

"Mama, I'm gonna cum."

She squeezed my shaft harder and really set into tonguing and sucking the head. Her movement causing her tits to jiggle and sway. I felt my cum rising. It shot out into her mouth something fierce. She went to gagging, but she kept on sucking until there was nothing left in my balls to give.

She swallowed a lot of it. There was a lot running down her chin, spilling off to drip to her sagging tits. That's when she did something else that surprised me. She wiped it off her chin and tits and sucked it off her fingers like it was fresh spring honey.

She looked up at me, "It appears you like that?'

"Yes ma'am, I sure do. Quite a lot, in fact.'

"Well, son, any time you want it, mama will be happy to do it for you. All you gotta do is tell me."

"I was thinking earlier about Mrs Johnson, down to the store."

Mama nodded.

"She looks at me like you did. I reckon she wants to have a go at me. Mayhap we go see her. Feel her out on it. I suspect Mr Johnson ain't keeping up with her needs. He don't like me none, no how."

Mama thought about that. "I've heard talk that Mercedes, Mrs Johnson, has let it slip that Mr Johnson's cock don't work no more."

"His cock?"

"Yes. Cock. His pecker."

"Oh, ok."

"You never heard it called that before?"

"Nope. Just pecker or tally whacker. I heard one of the saw hands calling his a dick."

We sat thinking a spell. Mama got up and stirred the beans. Her naked rump jiggling as she worked. She sat back down, her tits swaying. I felt myself stirring again. Man my mama could tempt the devil.

"Mama, tell me what you was talking about when you said you'd give me your hind end."

She looked at me with that look again. "What I was sayin' was I'll let you fuck my butt hole."

It was my turn to stare at her. "People do that?"

"Yes, they do, and the way I hear it, a man likes it quite a bit when he fucks his woman's ass."

Now, I've heard some things come out of my mother's mouth before, but this? Well this just took the cake.

"So, you want me to fuck your ass hole?"

"If you want to. I'm just saying that I'm now your woman. You can take me any way like, any time you feel like it."

"Stand up and let me have a look at it."

She stood up, then turned around, bending over. She used her hands and spread her ass cheeks. Her pussy was on full view, just above it was the little puckered entrance to her ass hole.

I reached out and touched it, causing her to flinch. I probed at it with my finger. It was awful tight. The sight and smell of her pussy in the warm kitchen was getting to me.

I stood up and went and looked outside. It had stopped sleeting, but it was cold. Awful cold. I went and gathered up the money and stuffed it in a leather pouch with a draw strap. Got out the old pistol I'd traded for some years back. It's an 1858 Remington New Army.44 caliber revolver. I got my cleaning box out and sat down at the table. I spread out the old flour sack and stripped the pistol down. Wiped each part carefully. Oiled it up. Then loaded it. I slipped the holster it came with on my belt, holstered the pistol. I got my thick sheepskin coat down off the hook. Kissed mama and told her,

"I'll be back tonight." Then headed out.

It was five miles to town. Thankfully, the Richards lived on this side of it. I walked up the road to their yard, opened the little gate to the picket fence, and walked over to their wood stack, drug off the old hay tarp covering it. I tossed off an arm load of stove wood and put the tarp back. I gathered up the wood and walked up the steps, stomping the icy dirt off my boots on the rubber mat.

The door opened, and Mrs Richards held it open for me. "In the kitchen, honey."

I followed her and dumped the wood in the woodbox by the stove. Mrs Richards poured me a big mug of mulled cider she had warming on the stove, then pointed to a chair.

I pulled my hat and coat off, then my pistol belt, hanging them on the back of the chair. Sat down and sipped that spiced cider. It warmed my insides, and I'll tell ya, that stuff was good.

Mrs Richards looked at me, "My lands, child, what on earth are you doing out gallyvantin' around in this gawd awful weather for?"

"Well, I reckon I'm here on business today. Heard it y'all have a wagon and a pair of mules for sale."

"Yes, honey, we do, Hank has a foolish notion to buy one of the fancy motor cars old Henry Ford is making up north somewhere. We been talking lately about selling out and moving up to Dallas where the kid and grandkids are. We're getting on up in years and papa just ain't able to keep it going, even with me working. All the youngun's around have took off for California. Such foolish notions never did pan out."

She sipped her cider, "Hank is out to the barn. He should be back shortly. So, you're needing a wagon an' team? The other one give out on ya?"

I shook my head, "No ma'am. I reckon papa lit out with it. To where, I have no idea."

"Oh my, your poor mama...So, what's she gonna do now? Your about the age to move on, I reckon."

I shook my head. "No ma'am, I reckon I'll stay and take care of her. She ain't got nobody else."

"My sakes, honey. That's, uh... well, I wish I had a strapping young'un around to handle this place. She's a mighty lucky woman."

Her eyes had taken on a glow of sorts. Her fingers fiddling with the top button on her dress, kinda absentminded like.

I looked her over a mite. She was a handsome woman. About 5'5" I reckon. Tip the scales somewhere around a hundred and fifty. Her wide hips and heavy tits straining at her dress. She was pushing on 70 I figured. Still a good looking woman at that. She had big green eyes that just looked through you. Her lips were well shaped, even if thinning with her age. The lines creasing her face just seemed to add character to her whole bearing. I could smell her womanly scent, like she was wearing perfume of some sort. She smelled like a flower meadow in its first spring bloom. She moved with a confident grace and no wasted motion. I felt myself start to react to her. I realized I was staring at her tits.

Embarrassed, I looked up into her eyes. My cheeks flushing red.

"Are you OK, honey, you look like you might be coming down with somethin'. You sure are flushed"

She stood up and came over, putting her warm hand on my forehead. Her heavy tit pushing against my shoulder.

"No ma'am, I'm fine. I just... Well, I dunno.I guess I'm alright." I was trying to hide the big bulge in my crotch from her. I looked up, she was staring straight at it.

Her own face flushed up. Her breathing' got a little deeper. She looked me in the eyes, her hand stroking my cheek. There was the sound of boots stomping out on the back porch.

She quickly went to the stove and poured up a mug of cider. The door opened, and Mr Richards came in. She sat his mug at his place on the table.

She looked at me, still flushed, her eyes strayin' down to my pecker. "I'll let you men talk business. I have some things I can tend to."

I took the opportunity to adjust my business while he stripped off his hat and coat. Hanging them up by the door. I stood up. He held out his hand and I shook it. He gestured at the chair, an' I sat back down.

"So, Jacob, what brings you out in this mess today?"

"Well, sir, I need a wagon an' some mules. I heard you had it for sale."

"None of my business, of course, but what come of the one ya got?"

"I reckon papa took off in it last night. Lit out."

He nodded, "Not to speak ill, but don't surprise me none. He never did strike me as the sticking sort."

He thought a minute, sipping' his cider. Then spoke.

"Son, I'll tell ya, I got a good wagon out there an' a pair of two year old mules broke to it and the plow. I just put new rims on the wheels, and painted it. Cleaned it up. It's for sale, but not to you. No, your money's no good in this house."

"Sir, I..."

He held up a hand, silencing me. "Young man, I owe you a debt. A couple times when I was stove up, you pulled me outta the fire. A couple years ago, you helped save my hay crop, and last year, when I was laid up with a busted leg, you came across again and helped me save my corn. Got it out of the field and even hauled it to market for me. Taking care of your chores on your own place, too. Then you wouldn't hear of it when I tried to pay you. You even brought my pay for the corn you hauled in for me. Every penny. Didn't take a cent of it for yourself. Boy, I'd have lost my place it wasn't for you. So, no. It's my turn to help out now. You're turning into fine man these days. This country needs more like you. I'm thinking of selling out anyway. This is a damned fine place. It's just too much for me these days."