The Claiming
My life was full. It had never really felt empty, what with having both Mom and Liv in it, but when Dad died, there was definitely a hole that no one could fill, not even them. It felt like it never would be filled, to be honest, but three things happened – life went on, life changed, and, somehow, in doing so, life made the hole much less obvious.
That day when Mom came back from town, I met her at the truck, and we shared a quick, intimate hug before we each carried a load of fencing supplies into the barn. Liv came down from the loft looking remarkably calm and completely put together. If I hadn’t just been with her, I’d never have guessed that under her jeans was a very pink, sticky, and swollen pussy. She glanced at the few posts and box of fencing clips we’d brought in and asked, “Do you have more out there?”
Mom was next to Liv, telling her about what all she’d brought back. As they did, I went from imagining Liv’s pussy under her jeans to picturing both of their naked bodies. I mused about how things had gone from that short glimpse I had of their anatomies, through wet, gauzy material, at the swimming hole not that long ago, to having been able to be with them both now in such intimate ways. A feeling of great affection and good fortune welled up in me.
Yes, my life was full, but I knew that my abundance came with an equal measure of responsibility and obligation. The trust and welfare of both these women were as much a part of my life as were the joys of loving them. It dawned on me in that moment that had Dad not been killed, I’d likely be off to my first year of college by now, with my biggest concerns being trying to figure out my class schedule, finding drinking buddies, and looking for someone to replace Cassie.
I considered the difference between my real life and what might have been, and suddenly felt Dad’s presence with me stronger than I’d ever felt it since he’d passed. I slipped down a momentary rabbit hole, realizing that he was actually in my life now as much as I was in his. Then, I heard Mom calling to me, “Hey, Rand! You coming, or just gonna supervise?”
I was surprised to see that she and Liv had stepped over near the barn door on their way outside to get more fencing supplies off the trailer. I called back, “Yup, wouldn’t miss it!” and started toward them. We all went to work, offloading the trailer, and were done with it in short order. I’d kept my eyes on Liv, still amazed that she was holding up so well. Finally, when everything was inside the barn, we took a break.
I noticed Liv didn’t sit down, just leaned back against a brace post with her right hand resting on the front of her hip. After we caught our breath, we all started for the house. I took the opportunity to walk alongside her and ask, “You doing okay?”
She looked a little shocked at first, but realized Mom wouldn’t have a clue what I was really asking about. “Never better,” she answered like one would expect any ranch hand to answer. But she wasn’t just any ranch hand.
“You sure? You really went at it today. You should take a warm bath before dinner. Loosen up some… muscles.”
Liv looked down to hide her small grin. “I’ll think about it, boss. I appreciate your concern.”
I put my hand on the back of her neck and gave a gentle squeeze. “Anytime.”
Snuggle Juggle
Uncle Rob called that evening to see if I was going to be able to take my shift checking on the lease. He said he’d been out a few times, but hadn’t come across any more dead cows. I told him I would make a point of getting out there the next day and every other day or so, and I’d let him know if I found anything. After I hung up, I had to sit for a minute. I was grateful for the good news, but still somewhat anxious, like I was waiting for that next odd shadow under the sagebrush to appear.
I was also concerned about Mom and Liv. Mostly for the effect that more dead cattle would have on them, but also for the fact that I might not be able to be with them as much as I knew they wanted me to be
Of course, I wanted to be with them too. Actually, with Liv going to school soon, finding time with Mom might become a bit easier, but finding time for Liv, that would be a challenge. However, after spending the afternoon in that loft with her… I certainly felt up for that challenge.
Liv started practice the next morning. She knew damn well what was going to happen back at the house before she hit the main road to town. A smug look painted her face when she entered the kitchen, where Mom and I sat drinking coffee. Mom got up to send her off with a hug. While they embraced, Liv stared directly at me over Mom’s shoulder, and the smug look changed to a broad grin. She mouthed the words, “Have a good fuck.”
I gave her a wink and smiled back while trying unsuccessfully not to blush.
As soon as Liv walked out the door, Mom touched my arm and said, “I’ll be right back,” and disappeared down the hallway. I kept Jake inside until the lights of the side-by-side disappeared over the hill on the south end of the valley. I closed the door behind the border collie as he trotted out onto the porch, then turned to find Mom standing on the other side of the living room in a beautiful sage-green bra and panty set. Her eyes were brimming with expectation.
She had changed out of the t-shirt and long pajama bottoms that she’d been wearing and had quickly brushed out her hair. She was stunning, but beyond her physical beauty, there was something else. She seemed unsure of herself. I had never seen her like this before. She stood there in front of me, noticeably full of anticipation and desire but still uncertain, as if her pleasure depended on my response to how she looked standing there in her underwear.
“God… you’re beautiful,” I said spontaneously. I felt myself start to stiffen.
Mom’s eyes dropped demurely. “Thank you,” she said.
I watched her for a while until she looked up at me.
“This feels good, doesn’t it?” I asked.
Her eyes showed uncertainty. “What feels good?”
“This. The waiting. Like… knowing it’s gonna happen… but, not just yet.”
She seemed unsure of where I was going with this delay. Truth was, I wasn’t sure either; it just felt like the additional tension from holding off seemed to add to the moment, and I wanted to see where that took us. I mean, she was standing there, in front of me, in her underwear, wanting me to see her like that, but was still nervous that I was looking. I could see it doing something to her, like the longer we waited, the more aroused she became.
I looked at her and smiled. “I love how you look right now. Sexy… beautiful… kinda hungry. You want this, don’t you?”
My cheeky question had surprised her. She paused, but the wheels turned behind her eyes. Those same lovely green eyes that she’d probably held her bra and panties up to, to see if they matched before she bought them. She tried to hold my gaze while pondering her answer, but she faltered. I could also see she was also trying to figure out what the hell I was up to right then.
I waited.
It took a few moments, but something clicked, as if in the midst of hesitating, she’d found and latched on to the one thing that she knew for sure in that moment. She smiled and said assuredly, “I do. Yes.” I grew harder still.
I stepped away from the door and moved toward the center of the living room. She took a step toward me, but I raised my hand. Just stay there,” I said, both asking and instructing her. She was caught off guard again, and questions returned to her eyes. “I want to look at you some more,” I told her.
I lowered my hand when it became clear that she was going to stay. She seemed nervous and unsure of what to do with her arms. She raised them self-consciously, then lowered them when she remembered that I said I wanted to look at her. Her response amused and intrigued me. I watched her fidget for a few moments, then told her, “Take your bra off.”
Her mouth opened a little as she inhaled. She glanced down for just a moment, then reached behind her back. She had to tug the strap down so she could work the clasp, but she managed, and the elastic suddenly released. Her tits lowered slightly to their natural position. The straps slipped from her shoulders as she pulled the green lace from her chest and stood there, beautiful and bare-chested in front of me.
We smiled at each other. She was more nervous, obviously, but she was also amused by whatever this was we were doing. Her breathing was steady, rhythmic; she was getting turned on from showing herself to me this way. I decided to push it a little. “I love your nipples,” I said. Her smile broadened. “Play with them for me?”
Her smile dropped, and she gaped in surprise. I kept firm eye contact, letting her know I was serious. It took a moment, but her hands came together at her abdomen and, after another moment, they slowly raised to her breasts. “Like… this?” Her fingers found her ruddy nubs and closed on them, giving both gentle squeezes. I watched as lust surged directly into her eyes. Her lids lowered as the pleasure caused her to focus.
I let her go on for a few seconds, then moved slowly toward her. Her tongue slid between her lips, keeping them moist to allow more air to pass through. She noticed my approach and began to turn. “Keep going,” I said as I drew near. I caught the slightest tremble in her body as she reacted to her own fingers.
“What are you do…”
“Shh,” was all I said as I stepped behind her.
She turned her head, tracking me, but I said, “Don’t,” and she slowly turned her head forward again. I was amazed. She was responding to my requests better than I thought she might. I was completely hard by now. The sight of my mother standing in front of me in her panties, toying with her own nipples, was insane. I took off my own clothes behind her, letting my hard-on sway freely.
I stepped up behind her and placed my hands on her hips, covering the waistband of her panties. I stepped closer and began smoothing my hands over the fabric, an intricate lace panel in the front, a smooth, slick synthetic covering her ass. I’d turned a bit sideways behind her so I could do the reach around in front with my right hand. When I did so, my bare chest brushed up against her shoulder blade. “Oh, god,” she gasped in surprise. My hands approaching her privates and my skin touching hers told her that the waiting was about to come to an end.
She was warm and soft as I explored her hips, searching her curves and swells, pressing and now and then pulling, loose grabs and gropes, feeling her softness form to my hand, working lower with each pass until, finally, all that was left was to send my hands looking for each other between her legs.
“Ohh… Rand.” She moaned as the fingers of each hand found a groove and followed it down. Both sliding lower, deeper, further into her warmth. I felt moisture and heat coming from her intimate folds. I started kissing the back of her neck. Her legs started to quiver as she widened her stance, allowing me better access.
I noticed her hands had stopped moving. “Stay on your nipples,” I told her as I withdrew my left hand from her butt crack and gave her a firm slap on her left cheek.
“Oh, god, Rand! What are you…”
“Shh!” I shushed in her ear.
“Oh, shit!” she sighed as her hands returned to tugging her rubbery nips. I gave her cheek another pop, and she groaned but said nothing this time. I groped her cheek to rub the sting out as a reward. My right hand had been working her clitoris and lips, and her panties were becoming soaked.
I had heard of and seen women on the net who got off on being handled like this. I never once suspected that my own mother might be one of them. Here she was, though, doing what I asked and enjoying it, even the spanking. I didn’t know if I had it in me to go too hard on her, but then, I didn’t want to disappoint her either. I knew we’d talk after, but right now I wanted to go a bit further with it to see how she responded.
Her hips were rolling, and I could smell her arousal. Her breathing was rapid with small chuffs and short squeals interrupting it as small jolts of pleasure moved through her. I continued masturbating her with my right hand and savored her ass in my left. I could feel her winding up and decided it was time to change things a little. I raised my lips to her ear, “Stand right there and take your panties off and hand them to me behind your back.”
I stepped back and, after just a short hesitation, she skimmed the green lingerie off her hips and down her legs. She stepped out of them and held them for me in the small of her back. Oh, fuck, I thought, she’s fucking into this. I took the damp material from her hand and stepped closer. I placed my hard-on on the top of her ass crack and circled her now completely naked body with my arms.
She gave a low, hungry moan when she felt my cock press against her and allowed herself to be gathered up in my arms. I held the panties in my left hand and snaked my right back towards her pussy. I couldn’t resist and whispered into her neck, “Tell me again that you want this.”
She inhaled big and leaned back into me, “Fuck, I want this, Rand. I want you so fucking bad.”
I brought her panties to my nose and smelled her sex on them. “Fuck you smell good,” I said as I exhaled. I held them near the side of her face, “Smell yourself… how turned on you are. She hesitated, and I felt a shudder go through her. I took my right hand off her pussy and slid it up to her right tit, grabbing her hard nipple. I pulled and gave it a slight twist. “Smell,” I repeated.
She groaned and pressed her nose into the delicate material in my hand, inhaling sharply, showing me that she was complying. I eased off her nub and said, “Good. You smell sexy, don’t you?”
Her eyes were closed, but she choked out, “Yes, fuck!”
I returned my right hand to her snatch and started washing her chest with her panties, like I was soaping her up for a shower. I noticed that she leaned back into me, but pressed her chest forward as I brushed her tits down with her soiled underwear. I settled on her left tit, and my fingers found her nipple through the damp fabric. I squeezed it as I slipped a finger inside her pussy with my right hand.
“You like this, don’t you?”
“Hnngh!” she grunted from my aggressive handling.
“Answer me. You like this, don’t you?”
She quivered but eked out, “Yes! Fffuck!”
“You would cum if I kept doing this, wouldn’t you?”
She spasmed again from the conflicting pain and pleasure she was experiencing. “Fffuck… yes!”
“Then cum for me, Mom. I want you to cum for me right now.”
I slipped a second finger inside her and let my palm graze her clit as I began pumping into her hole while alternating firm tweaks between her nipples. Her writhing felt incredible on my cock, which was still pressed snugly against the top of her ass crack. I spurred her on, “I’ve got my fingers in your pussy. Cum for me, Mom.” I felt her give herself over to the sensations and start to slide toward her climax.
She started groaning, “Uhh, uhhhh, uhh, uhh, uhh… HUH UH, UNHHH! Nnnn, Nnnn.” She stiffened and threw her head back on my shoulder. She sagged in my arms as her legs lifted, forcing me to support her as she spasmed uncontrollably. Her juices drenched my right hand, making it hard to hold her. I had to lean forward to let her toes touch the ground so she could help us both keep from tipping over. All the time, my cock was being rubbed and jostled by her orgasmic body.
I started praising her immediately, “That’s it, that’s it! Cum, cum for me, Mom! Oh fuck you’re beautiful! Cum, cum, cum, cum!
She whimpered as her orgasm tapered off and she regained her balance. “Oh, oh, ohhh, god, Rand. Oh my god,” she uttered as she caught her breath. I wasn’t sure what to do next, but I knew I wasn’t going in just yet. I turned her around and gave her a long and passionate kiss. It gave me a chance to think and gave her time to relax a little and gather herself. After several moments, she reached for my cock, but I took hold of her hand instead. “Go sit on the couch, I want a closer look.”
She looked around, as if making sure…
