HILLBILLY HEAVEN

JackassTales — Tale # 10

HILLBILLY HEAVEN

From where I stood on the mountaintop overlook I could see hills and hollers far off to the horizon. A ‘smoky’ haze blanketed the early morning hilltops. This ethereal haze gave its name to these Great Smoky Mountains.

The tranquility and beauty before me masked the tumultuous times rocking the outside world. Newspapers had labeled these years as ‘The Great Depression’.

I’d just reached my 17th birthday and I knew damn-well that times were hard. Even back here in these sheltered hills and hollers, we mountain folks felt the economic pinch of threatening poverty.

With jobs and money in short supply, my pa had found a way to support his family. I was his chief helper in our business. Out of necessity, we became ‘moonshiners’. We two made a fine, intoxicating beverage which had a greedy market in the towns and villages outside these hills.

I strolled down the mountain heading for home. My backpack was laden with jars full of crystal-clear ‘mountain-dew’. Pa and I both knew that making this brew was against the law. But, neither of us gave a good-goddamn-shit if it was! It fed and clothed our family.

Our house came into view. This rambling, two-story log structure made for a mighty-fine home. As I stepped on the back porch, I heard loud arguing inside the kitchen. It was feminine voices I heard bickering and I knew they belonged to some of my sisters.

The girls were so engrossed in argument that they didn’t notice me when I came into the big country kitchen. They didn’t see Ma enter from the front of the house. Their voices raged on in heated ire, “It’s my turn…No it’s my turn…No it’s not, it’s my goddamn turn…It’s my turn to fuck Josh!”

Ma saw me standing there with an amused look on my face. Hell, I didn’t care if they argued or not! I was just as contented as could be. I had sisters willing and eager to fuck me anytime that I wanted! If they wanted to fuss over who was next to get fucked then I didn’t care. Hell, they all had pussies!

That ma of mine didn’t share my amused contentment. She walked up to the three girls, clapped her hands together, and demanded silence. She spoke irritably, “Damnit girls, I’ve told you time after time to stop arguing about fucking your brother! He’s only got one cock and he can’t stick in every pussy-hole in this house at the same time! And, he’s got better things to do than to remember whose turn it is for him to fuck.”

It was a comfort to me that Ma was so protective of her boy-child. She had birthed seven kids, but all the others were girls. She was a strong and stern mountain woman who didn’t put up with a lot of ‘damn-foolishness’ from her girls, but she let her son get away with anything. Well, I liked this situation just fine.

There was on thing in particular that Ma did for her son that I found especially delightful. She made sure that I got all the sweet, young pussy that I wanted! Ma made certain that one or more of those sisters of mine occupied my bed every single night.

Ma turned to me, winked, and said, “Josh, go ahead and pick you out one of the girls to fuck. Take her off to your bed and have a good time. You can fuck the others when you get good and damn-ready to.”

I took a quick look at my sisters. There were some mighty-fine tits and asses under those three girl’s thin, cotton dresses. Even better, there were three of the finest young pussies I’d ever dipped my cock into! Lord-a-mercy, any one of the three could give me a real-fine fucking!

My eyes made a quick visual inspection of the horny young females. 16-year-old triplets, they were. Betsy was tall, slim and fully matured. It might even be said that she was beautiful. Why, she could fuck any guy she wanted! I was proud that she still liked to fuck me. Carrie was short and a bit on the plump side. Yet, when that girl’s clothes came off she was every bit the sexual vixen. Damn, that girl had a mouth that could make a cock beg for mercy! Debbie was still ripening. She was slim and petite. Yet, that girl wasn’t the least bit timid about sex. Damn, she loved to be naked!

My inspection took longer than I had intended. The girls were getting ‘antsy’. They were fidgety and restless. Again, they began fussing, “Pick me Josh… No Josh, pick me… No Josh, it’s my turn… Fuck me… Fuck me… Fuck me, Josh…!”

Ma’s voice rang out crossly, “Damnit girls, I told you to stop your infernal fussing about fucking Josh! I’m going to teach you to mind me! I’m going to give you a lesson in what happens when you don’t mind me. Now, strip your dresses off and get out of your under-things. I want you to stand there by the table naked!”

Nobody dared disobey Ma. Not in this house, did they. Ma had a hickory switch which had been used often. The girls quickly shed their clothing and stood jaybird-naked by the table.

Lord-almighty, my cock jumped excitedly! One naked girl alone gets me hard, but three naked females make my britches get tight with a bulging erection. I saw half a dozen tits in three different sizes and shapes. My eyes used fruits and vegetables as reference to describe these mammary mounds. Betsy’s breasts were the size and shape of grapefruits. Callie had large, cantaloupe shaped boobs. Debbie’s tits were the size and shape of oranges or tomatoes.

My eyes saw three different sized pussies, with each as pretty as the next. Each pussy was different, yet each had one thing in common. Each pussy was cleanly-shaven courtesy of a brother with a straight razor and a steady hand. I loved my sister’s pussies to be soft, smooth, and without hair!

Damn, my cock was throbbing hard and needed to get out! No cock wants to stay inside a fella’s pants when there are pussies outside to play with. Ma spoke and her words fit right in with what I wanted. She said, “Now Josh, you strip down, too!”

I didn’t have to be told twice. I stripped and I was damn-quick about it. My clothing lay in a pile at my feet. Every female eye in the kitchen looked at my pulsating shaft. I looked, too. I was mightily proud of that big fella. There he was sticking straight up in the air. 7-inches of thick, meaty muscle stood at erect attention awaiting insertion into a female’s glory-hole.

Ma had said that she was going to teach the girls a lesson about minding her when she tells them to stop fussing about who is to get fucked. They awaited her instructions. I did, too.

Ma surprised us all by what she did! She reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. Her under-clothes came off. She stood in front of her daughters and said, “Now, this is what’s going to happen every time I catch you fussing about getting fucked by Josh!”

The girls and I watched in amazement as Ma turned to the table, bent over with her ass pointing at me, and said, “Josh, you stick that meat in me and let’s stop talking about fucking. Just go ahead and fuck me with your sisters watching. They’ll think twice about fussing next time!”

I’ve never disobeyed my ma. I wouldn’t do so now. My cock tugged at me. It was telling me something I already knew. Hell, a pussy is a pussy! Why, I’d never before turned down an invitation to enter a hot-wet pussy before! I had no intention of doing so now!

That old lady called Mother Nature took over. Without one word or touch as foreplay, I stood behind my ma and guided my cock to her pussy. I plunged in hard. I penetrated deep. Damn, she was dripping-wet! Her vaginal cavity was steaming hot! All this talking and arguing about fucking had made her horny and hungry for a cock. That was fine by me. Hell, I was horny and hungry for a pussy.

There wasn’t anything pretty or romantic about this coupling. Animalistic urges drove both of us. I slammed my cock in and out in a dozen deep, penetrating thrusts. Ma and I both grunted and groaned as orgasms released us from this carnal joining.

It was over with in a short amount of time. I pulled away from Ma. She stood and faced her daughters. She spoke triumphantly, “Now, the question about who is to be fucked is answered. You know what to expect the next time I catch you fussing and arguing about fucking Josh!”

With that said, Ma picked up her clothes and headed for the back stairway. The girls and I watched as she ascended the steps and disappeared out of sight.

Three pairs of feminine eyes looked back towards me. Those eyes stared at my cock which was half-limp and still dripping with sex juices. The eyes then looked to my face. I was surprised by the wounded look in the eyes. Had they been hurt by the lesson they had just learned? Were they disappointed because neither of them got fucked?

With clarity of mind that belied my age, I recognized the look in each young girl’s eyes. Yes they were hurt and yes they were disappointed. But, it was more than that. Their eyes carried a hint of betrayal. I had betrayed their horny, young lusts by spilling my juices into Ma instead of into them!

Why, those girls were jealous!