A New Beginning Pt. 11

Then it was off to the hardware and general store. I'd seen a rack of guns there. Going in, we looked them over. She got exited and pointed to a rifle.

"That one right there, that's what he had!"

The man came over to help us. I picked the one she indicated off the rack. A Winchester Model 54 in 30/06. I handed it to him. Then turned back.

"You see a shotgun like he had?"

"I don't know. It was just a double barrel."

The man spoke up, and reached for one.

"This is a popular model. Savage Fox in 12 guage."

"We'll take it."

I looked the rest over. I spotted one I liked. Picking it up and looking it over, he said,

"Ah, nice choice. A Remington Model 30 in 30/06 as well."

"I'll take that one, too."

"Ok, then, perhaps some optics for them, as well?"

"Some what?"

"Scopes. Here, come with me."

We gathered up the guns and went to the counter. He showed me some scopes.

"I reckon we'll take a pair of them."

"Right you are, sir. Might I interest you in some shoulder slings and carrying cases as well?"

"Sure thing."

"Will you be needing installation, too?"

"Yes, if you can."

"Certainly. I'll get right on it. Be done in a jiffy."

He pulled out a pair of leather slings, the scopes labeled Weaver 3-30, and pointed,

"Go choose some cases while I do this."

We went over a looked at the selection. Choosing three. I spotted a gun rack leaning against the shelf. It was well made out of dark oak, and had spaces for four guns. I picked it up, too.

We carried the selections to the counter and waited. He brought the rifles out. Looking awful fine with the scopes mounted.

"You got ammunition back there?"

"Indeed I do. How much would you like?"

I shrugged,

"A case for each, I reckon."

"Absolutely, sir."

He rang it all up, I wrote him a check. We loaded it up and headed back to May's and Jeb's. We carried his stuff in.

"Where'd he keep his guns before?"

"On hooks in the bedroom."

So, we took everything in their bedroom and she picked a spot. We hung up the gun rack, put the rifle and shotgun on it. Put the ammunition on the floor under it. Then stood back, looking it over.

She went and got two more nails and drove them in the wall next to the rack and hung the cases on them.

Then she turned back to me and kissed me with her red painted lips. The taste of that lipstick kinda stirred me up a tad. I felt my pecker rising again. I slid my hand up and cupped her tit. She kissed me harder, then broke free.

"You want to use me again?"

" I reckon the urge is coming on."

She backed up and stripped off her clothes, the crawled on the new mattress.

"Well, come on in here and take your pussy."

"Don't mind if I do."

I stripped and climbed on, mounting her. She guided me in and we set about breaking in her new marital bed.

I pulled her legs up, wide apart. Opening her up and driving into her with my full twelve inches. My balls slapping wetly against her pussy juice dripping down the crack of her ass. I just let myself get lost in her wet tightness.

She wrapped her arms around me and started thrusting her cunt up onto me.

"Take me, daddy, take your woman's pussy! That's it. Fuck me. Fill me full of your sperm. Get me pregnant!"

I ploughed into her, slamming into her deepest depths. She dug her nails into my back and I felt my cum rising again. I pounded harder, faster. Drawing all my strength into slamming my swelling cock into her. She squealed, then screamed as she was shaken by a powerful orgasm.

My cum shot out as I drove into her cunt. Grinding against her, letting my sperm gush straight into her womb.

After I was finished cumming inside her, I collapsed on top of her. Letting my cock soften up to slide out of her with a wet plopping noise. I rolled off of her and got up, seeing my sperm leaking from her swollen pussy.

I got dressed as she stood up on quivering legs and made her way shakily to the bathroom. I heard he piss. Then the water running. She finally came out and dressed.

I looked at her,

"Well, you ready to go? We need to go get your motor car. Looks like you're all set to go here."

She smiled weakly at me.

"I guess I'm ready as I'll ever be."

Getting back to the house, she went in and started packing their belongings. We got them loaded in her car.

"I need to go get supper started for Jeb and the kids."

I got out my wallet and took out a twenty and gave it to her.

"Some spending money."

She took it and kissed me.

"I'll have mama bring the kids home after school. Don't let her take advantage of you."

She looked up at me,

"I like her pussy. Better than Elsie's in fact. I was thinking of some way to get her licking on mine, too."

I laughed at that,

"Tell you what, next time I drop by to breed you again, I'll bring her with me."

"I'd like that. Just give a couple of days to recover from the punishment you've pounded into me. I'm surprised you haven't fucked me in two. My poor little asshole is still raw."

She kissed me again and left, preparing for her first night in her new family home.

As she drove along, she felt something rise up inside her as she envisioned Elsie, her belly swollen with his baby. She felt jealousy, in its rawest form. She knew she loved Jacob. She thought about calling him daddy like she did. Her mother had called her father that. Something about it just fit him. Even though she was twice his age, she still felt it when he was inside her. Right where daddy belonged. In her pussy, making babies. She felt shame when she realized she'd give up Jeb for him in a heartbeat. She just needed to figure out a way to get rid of Elsie. That little bitch. Making me eat her pussy like that. Then flooding my mouth with her spend. She'd pay for that. One way or another.

I took my new rifle and case of cartridges went in the house, got tea, and sat out on the deck. I sat and considered my next moves. I heard a racket out front. too much for just one truck. I decided to sit this out.

A minute later, the door opened and mama came out with Sam. She was being trailed by JT, Jeb, and three men I didn't know. Last was the gyp and pup. They were being led by Elsie, to keep them from biting Jeb and the three with him.

The gyp saw me and she let out a big bawl and ran to me, tail just waging a hundred miles an hour. She was fat and sassy. The pup had grown. He was gonna be a big dog.

I petted her up, then the pup. Then I took them downstairs and turned them loose in the fenced yard. They set about sniffing and investigating everything.

I went back up, shook hands with everybody. The three men were new hands hired by Jeb. They were solid, neat looking hands. George Fletcher, Warren Bartles, and Scott Hays. Mama and Elsie had fetched everybody tea.

I sat down and focused on JT.

"OK, what's the story?"

"Well, things couldn't be better. I just made another deposit for you. We square on the other side of things?"

"Too much so, JT. I wish you hadn't done that."

"Nonsense. Wasn't for you, we'd be in a helluva shape."

"I'm just glad it worked out."

"The cooperative is running full swing. I just gave Elsie a haunch of prime Ribeye from the butcher operation you planned out. Grain bins are full. The canning operation is running. The men been working day and night to finish it. I know you took it on a cut. But, I just let them deal with the cooperative on a twenty percent house take."

I nodded appreciatively.

"Thanks partner. That was a solid move."

"Well, everybody is making out. I make the hands clean everything up real nice when a well comes in. Unlike those others that leave everything tore to shit. The roads are all graded and graveled. As are the pump and tank sites. New grass is planted around. Neat fences to keep stock away from the equipment. Cookie sends his best. Joe had a heart attack, so I bought him out. He and his wife moved off to Florida." He turned to the others, "So, this is your new crew?"

"Yep. My foreman, Jebidiah Wilkerson. These men he just hired."

They shook hand all around.

"So, I hear tell you're putting together a freight hauling business."

"Yep. Ten Kenworths. Five straight trucks and five with tailers."

"You want the cooperative business? Hauling their goods?"

"Sure do. I was gonna talk to you about that."

"Well, consider it yours. We'll get a contract drawn up so we can be legal on the interstate commerce end of it. I'll get you discount fuel for your yard. Now, what about meat? How you fixed for that?"

"I bought one of them ice making machines. Supposed to be here any day now."

"I swear, boy, you always think of everything."

"Well, I better get moving. My wife'll be over here hunting me and you'll have that goddamned hickory club you got for a tallywhacker in her. She'll be ruined for certain then."

We all had a laugh over that one.

He got up, shook hands all around, then left.

Jeb and the men sat back down. He started the talk.

"I'm offering them five a day until they prove out.

I nodded agreement.

"So, tomorrow at the yard?"

"Yep. Got furniture coming for the offices. We need to get a shop for the trucks. Then outfit it. So, that's where we'll start in the morning."

"OK. We'll be there bright and early."

"You men ate today?"

"Yep, I fed them earlier."

"OK, so, in the morning then."

I got up and got out me wallet. I pulled out five a piece for the three, and fifteen for Jeb.

He looked at it,

"We settled on ten."

"Well, fifteen is foreman pay. Ten's for hands. They prove out, they get ten." I pulled out another five. "That's for feeding them."

"Jake, I just don't know what to say."

"Nothing to say. Just get your young'uns and go home to supper."

He shook my hand.

"See you in the morning, boss."

He headed in hollering for kids. The three hands in tow. They loaded up and left.

I opened the gate and let the dogs in. We went inside. They took after the kids, nipping and playing. Mama and Elsie shoo'd them out. They were fixing supper. Chicken and dumplings, fried okra on the side.

Damn, but life was good.

Morning came, finding me laying there thinking about the day.

I heard a retching sound coming from down the hall. I got up, dressed, and went to investigate. I found my mama in the bathroom, brushing her teeth.

I stepped in,

"You alright mama?"

She looked at me with a tear in her eye, not saying anything.

"Mama? What is it?"

"Son, I'm..."

She looked down at the floor. Regaining her thoughts before looking back at me.

"I'm pregnant. With your baby."

I was stunned. Absolutely stunned. I just stood their sucking air like a big ol' catfish out on the river bank.

"But, I thought you said you couldn't get pregnant."

"Well, I didn't think I could. I'm 58 years old. I guess I just ain't gone through the change yet. Figures, being around you all the time, making my body craving to be bred by you. I just don't know."

"Well, are you sure about it?"

"Son, I've been pregnant three times. The last one was you crammed up in there. So, I reckon I know what it feels like. Question is, how do you feel about it?"

"How I feel? Mama, I love you. I just want you to be ok."

"I'm fine giving birth to your child. I couldn't be prouder. Carrying a part of you in my womb again makes me happy."

"Then I'm happy. You need to see the doctor I imagine."

"Yes. We need to come up with a story. Can't anybody ever know your the father."

I nodded, thinking about this, just unsure about how or what to think.

She smiled at me.

"Honey, it's OK. I'm a strong ol' gal. Been down this road a few times. I just need to know your good with this."

"Well, yes, how could I not be. That young'un will be among people that love him, or her. We ain't hurting for money, trying to scratch out a living in the bottoms out there. Just have Elsie take you to see the doc. Whatever they do. I'll be here."

She kissed me then.

"Thank you, son, I wasn't sure how you'd react to this. I'm good now. So, go to work. Do what you love to do. Us pregnant women will be here waiting for you."

I smiled at her. Then headed downstairs with mama in tow. She cooked me breakfast. Eggs over easy. Biscuits and gravy. Bacon and grits. I was squishing butter and molasses together to sop up with a biscuit when I realized the young'uns wasn't up.

"Where's Tommy and Sophie?"

"Still in bed. It's Saturday."

Well, I'll be damned. I didn't even know what day of the week it is. I also noticed the chill in the air. Fall was here. Good time of year. It just made me sad I don't have a drop to get laid by. It also meant I had a birthday coming on. 19 I'd be. 19 and two pregnant women in the house. It's hard to believe a year done passed.

"Well, I need to get to work."

I walked over to her, wrapped my arms around her from behind, and kissed her neck,

"I love you, mama."

Then stepped back, gave her a resounding smack on her rear, under her thin silk nightgown,

"Horny ol' broad."

She giggled and stuck her ass out

"Well, youngster, you know what to do about that."

"Nope, not until the doc say's it's ok."

I walked out, closing the door quietly.

The air was chilled with the cold front, made colder by the wind blowing off the ocean. The sun was up, but the sky was dull gray with low hanging clouds. An occasional rain drop spattered. Hell, it may rain us out today.

I got in the truck and drove over.The men were there waiting. I got out. The three were wearing the same worn, threadbare clothes they had on yesterday. That just wouldn't do. You gotta have warm clothing to work in. You'll come down with something.

I looked at the sky, it was starting to rain. I went and unlocked the office building and everybody filed in.

Jeb was first to speak up,

"Well boss, where do we start?"

"Looks like it's gonna rain today. Hell, it's Saturday anyway."

I looked at the cold, wet men standing there shivering.

"That all you men got to wear?"

They all nodded.

"We pooled our money yesterday and got our wives food and warm clothes from a second hand store yesterday. We intend to make do until we get some ahead." the oldest of the three said.

"We're living in a shed out back of a man's place. He lets the wives do chores for the rent. Cheap old bastard. The women catch him leering at them. Not that we can say or do much about it, lest he put us out. At Least we got an old barrel stove to cook on."

Well, we'll see about that.

"Ok, here's what we're gonna do today. Chores I got in mind. Jeb, you go home and switch out for May's car, then come back here. Y'all can't be riding around in the back of the truck."

He took off.

"Ok, men, I'm taking y'all to town. Get y'all outfitted with some clothes and such. Then we're hunting y'all a new place to go. You can't be camped out in that old reprobate's backyard in the winter. We'll get your women sorted out, too. I imagine they have needs, as well."

"Sir, we can't afford that, to pay you back all to once, I mean."

"You just let me worry about that. Now, I won't have a man working for me not making out. It just ain't right. Any of y'all know how to work on them motor cars?"

"All of us do, sir. In one way or other. I used to work for a Ford and tractor place before he went belly up over this market crash. Them," he gestured to the others,"well, they all had jobs as such, too. We're from Kansas, grew up with each other. They're wives is sisters."

I nodded, thinking. Jeb pulled in.

"OK, lets go."

They piled in May's car, I lead off, heading to town. We pulled into the mercantile and went in. The man smiled and greeted me,

"Mr Flannery! How can I help you today?"

"We need to get these men outfitted with a weeks clothes each, plus coats, slickers, gear and such."

"Right you are, gentleman, step this way."

Soon, they each had a stack of warm clothing. Overalls, jeans, heavy shirts, under clothes, boots and socks. Coats and slickers. Then a lunch pail each. I was at the counter with Jeb, talking.

"Now, damn it Jake, you done went to far. Bought me them guns. I never heard of a man do such as that."

"Well, I reckon I know what it's like to be out and without. I hunted deer and such with an old Springfield rifled musket. Belonged to my mama's grandpa. He fit with it back in the war between the states. It sits yonder in my closet. I never could afford to buy powder and caps, too. So I bought caps and an old man I used to visit with showed me how to make powder. So, I traded around for enough saltpetre and sulphur, and made enough willow charcoal to make 25 pounds of it. Still got most of it left. Anyhow, don't think nothing of it. May said you like to hunt. I'll tell JT to let you go up yonder. Plenty of hunting out in the river bottoms."

"Man, I'd appreciate that more than you know."

He was quiet a minute, then,

"May told me you had at her twice yesterday."

I nodded.

"I swear, you ruined that woman. I'll say this though, she sucked my pecker for the first time ever. Said I got you to thank for that, too."

We shared a quiet laugh at that.

I looked around as we stood waiting.There were displays of pocket watches, pocket knives and such. I got out three each of watches and Barlow knives. Man's gotta have a knife in his pocket for work.

They all brought up their selections. The man started adding it up. I slid the knives and watches over. I heard the two younger ones whispering to each other about finally getting paid next week so they could buy chewing tobacco again.

I looked over at the man and held up a hand, he paused and looked at me, eyebrows raised.

"Get each of them a sack full of that plug tobaccy."

He went over and got two small paper sacks sand cut off a dozen plugs each, then added them in.

I looked at the three of them.

"Y'all plck out a set of Sunday Go To Meetin's?"

"No sir." All three spoke up.

I looked over at the man. He nodded and took them over, coming back with a set of dress clothes and shows for each.

He finished the tally. I paid him up. Then asked him,

"You know of any places to let?"

"No, everybody I know is full up. There is a man over there that has trailer houses for sale. He might be inclined to rent some out, but I've never heard of him do as such."

He wrote down the directions.

We loaded up the stuff and piled back in. I led off to the trailer place. I pulled in and looked around. I'd never seen a house trailer up close. A house on wheels. Who ever heard of such.

A neat dressed man came out and greeted me. Hand out. I shook it.

"Jim Sanders."

"Jacob Flannery."

Ah, Mr Flannery, I've heard of you. How can I help you, sir?"

"Well, I reckon I'd like to buy three of these things if you'll deliver them to my place of business today. Set them up and such."

I gave him the address.

"I'll need the hooked up to the water, gas and whatnot."

"I imagine I can do that. Let me run back in and make a call. I'll be right back."

He took off at a trot, went inside a building and a few minutes later, came back out.

"I got my crew on the way. They'll deliver them today and start hookups tomorrow if that's Ok. I guess you'll need a septic tank?"

I nodded, Not that I knew much of anything about septic tanks. I'd heard plenty, though.

"So, are you looking for new or used? I've got five used ones that are in very good shape. We've done all repairs and updates. I'll make you a nice price on a complete package deal. Delivered and set up, turnkey. Ready to move in."

He took me to them and I looked them over. They had furniture, beds, refrigerator, stove and gas heater, bathroom with tub and shower, all set up. Clean and neat.

"I'll take them."

We went to the little building and he started the paperwork. After a few minutes, he was finished. We signed and I wrote a check. We shook hands, finishing the deal.