Reba’s trailer sat on cinder blocks at the far end of the county road, tin roof ticking in the Alabama heat, weeds grown up around the skirting. Daddy had gone for milk three months back and never come home. The old Ford was still gone. Nobody asked after him anymore.
Cletus was twenty-two, thick in the arms from splitting wood, always a little sunburned, always a little hard. Daisy Mae was twenty, all hips and that same red hair as their mama, wearing cutoff shorts that rode up when she sat. Reba was thirty-nine and still had the body that used to stop men at the feed store—heavy tits, wide ass, that lazy way she walked around the trailer in nothing but an old tank top with no bra.
It was a Saturday. The swamp cooler was dying. They were all three half-naked and sweating.
Cletus sat on the ripped couch in just his boxers, scratching at a mosquito bite. Daisy Mae was on the floor painting her toenails, legs spread, shorts so short the crotch was just a thin strip of denim. Reba came out of the bathroom in a faded nightgown that didn’t hide a damn thing.
“Y’all two look like you been thinkin’ on the same thing I been thinkin’,” Reba said. She didn’t bother closing the gown. Her tits hung heavy, nipples already dark and tight from the heat.
Daisy Mae looked up at her brother. “Mama said you been walkin’ around with that thing pokin’ out every mornin’. Said it ain’t right we keep pretendin’ we don’t see it.”
Cletus’s cock was already half-hard just from looking. He didn’t say nothing. Reba walked over, dropped to her knees right in front of him, and pulled his boxers down.
His cock sprang up thick and veined, the head already wet. Reba wrapped both hands around it.
“Lord, boy. You got your daddy’s size and then some.” She stroked him slow, twisting at the head, thumb smearing the wet. “Daisy Mae, get over here and help your mama.”
Daisy Mae crawled over on her knees. She spit in her palm and took over the shaft while Reba sucked the head into her mouth. Wet sounds filled the little trailer. Reba’s cheeks hollowed. She took him deeper, gagged once, then settled into a rhythm, drool running down to Daisy Mae’s pumping fist.
Cletus’s hand went to his mama’s hair. “Fuck, Mama…”
Reba pulled off with a pop. “Language, baby. Now you just sit there and let your women take care of you.”
Daisy Mae took him in her mouth next. She wasn’t as practiced but she was eager, bobbing fast, one hand cupping his balls. Reba watched, licking her lips, then leaned in and sucked on one of Daisy Mae’s tits through the little tank top until the nipple showed dark and wet.
They traded him back and forth. Handjob, then mouth, then both of them licking up the sides at the same time, tongues meeting over the head. Cletus lasted maybe ten minutes before he warned them. Reba just sucked harder and swallowed the first thick pulse, then pulled off so Daisy Mae could take the rest on her tongue. Cum dripped down both their chins.
Reba stood up, pulled the nightgown off, and sat on the coffee table with her legs spread wide. Her pussy was already shiny. “Your turn, Cletus. Mama needs that big thing now.”
He got between her thighs. Daisy Mae held her mama’s legs back. Cletus lined up and pushed in. Reba was hot and soaked. He bottomed out in one long stroke. She groaned like it hurt good.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck your mama. Been too long since I had a real cock in me.”
He started thrusting. The trailer creaked. Daisy Mae sat on the arm of the couch, shorts pulled to the side, two fingers in her own pussy watching her brother plow their mother. Every time Cletus pulled back you could see how he stretched Reba.
Reba came first, clenching around him, talking filthy the whole time. “Fill me up, Cletus. I want it drippin’ out when you pull out. Your sister’s next.”
He didn’t last. He buried himself and came hard, pulsing inside her. When he pulled out a thick rope of cum followed, running down Reba’s ass onto the table.
Daisy Mae didn’t wait. She shoved her shorts off, lay back on the couch, and spread her legs. “My turn, brother. I been wet since Mama started suckin’ you.”
Cletus was still hard. He climbed on his sister. She was tighter than their mama. He had to work it in. Daisy Mae’s nails dug into his back.
“Fuck, Cletus, you’re stretchin’ me. Don’t stop.”
He fucked her harder than he had Reba. The wet slap of skin filled the trailer. Reba sat there with her brother’s cum leaking out of her, watching, reaching down to rub her own clit.
Daisy Mae came with her legs locked around him. Cletus kept going until he filled her too. When he pulled out it ran down her crack in a thick line.
They didn’t stop.
Reba got on her hands and knees on the dirty carpet. Cletus fucked her from behind while Daisy Mae sat on her mama’s face. Reba ate her daughter while her son used her. Daisy Mae came on Reba’s tongue, then switched so Cletus could eat her while he kept pounding their mother.
Later they had him sit on the couch. Both women on their knees again. Reba sucked his balls while Daisy Mae deep-throated him. They made him come a third time, this one all over both their faces and tits. They licked each other clean while he watched.
That night they all three slept in Reba’s bed. Cletus in the middle. Daisy Mae woke him up by sucking him hard again. He fucked her slow while Reba watched, then Reba took him in her ass because she said she wanted to feel it there too. Daisy Mae held her mama’s cheeks apart and watched her brother’s cock disappear.
By morning the sheets were ruined.
They spent the next two days like that. No work. No going to town. Just the three of them in that hot little trailer.
Cletus would be eating breakfast and Reba would drop to her knees under the table and suck him while Daisy Mae sat on the counter spreading herself. He’d fuck one of them against the fridge, then the other over the sink. They’d take turns sitting on his face. They’d make him come on their tits, in their mouths, deep in their pussies until it was leaking down their thighs all day.
Reba started calling him “Daddy” sometimes when he was in her, just to be nasty. Daisy Mae liked when he talked about how he was fucking both of them now that the real daddy was gone.
One afternoon they had him on his back on the couch. Reba rode his face, grinding down hard, while Daisy Mae rode his cock. They leaned forward and made out over him, tits hanging in his face. When Daisy Mae came she stayed on him, grinding, until he filled her again. Then they switched. Reba sat on his cock, still loose and wet from earlier, and Daisy Mae sat on his face.
They didn’t use condoms. They didn’t pull out. They wanted it in them.
By the end of the week the trailer smelled like sex and they didn’t care. Cletus would wake up with one of them already on his cock, the other one licking his balls or kissing him with a mouth that tasted like the last load.
Reba would send Daisy Mae to the store for beer and while she was gone she’d have her son fuck her on the kitchen table, talking the whole time about how they were gonna keep doing this now, how there wasn’t no reason to stop, how she was gonna have him in her every day.
When Daisy Mae got back she’d join in without being asked.
They were hillbillies. They were trash. Daddy wasn’t coming back.
And Cletus had both of them whenever he wanted, however he wanted, as many times as he could get it up.
Which turned out to be a lot.
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