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As they removed their clothes, they argued over who would be her ass-man. "You fucked her in the ass last time," Jethro said. "Now it's my turn." Petunia was flattered that her sons thought so highly of her ass. "It is a peach of an ass," she thought as she admired her plump bum in a mirror.
The brothers settled the argument by flipping a coin. Homer went to his back on the bed and watched as his mother impaled her furry pussy on his formidable cock. He reached around to pull her ample hams apart and said, "Stick it in, Jethro." Jethro smeared lard on his log and squatted behind his mother. He put the tip of his cock against her wrinkled anus and pushed. "Ma's ass feels so good it almost brings tears to this old boy's eyes," he said to no one in particular. The muscular brothers were soon bouncing their petite mother back and forth between them. As one prong was going in, the other was pulling out. Petunia began yodeling as an orgasm racked her body. "I bet I can last longer than you," Homer challenged. "Hell, I can out-fuck you any day," Jethro replied. Petunia's howls were heard all the way down at the general store. "Those boys are screwin' their Ma again," the storekeeper observed. Homer and Jethro waited until their mother passed out before shooting their wads. As they put their clothes on, they congratulated each other on a job well done. "We're so good at fucking that maybe we should go down to the big city and find some rich city gals to fuck," Jethro said. "Maybe we could even star in some of them pornographic picture shows," Homer added.
Meanwhile, Clem was tending to his still. He chuckled when he heard his wife's shrieks. "I've got me two fine sons there," he said. He was in the habit of speaking to himself. He decided that he would pay a visit to their wives later that evening. "It's been awhile since I used their sausage-warmers." He took a sip of the fiery moonshine and smacked his lips. "That is some mighty fine shine. Maybe I'll make a run down to the city and sell a few gallons. Then I'll pay a visit to one of them whorehouses and buy me one of them fancy painted whores."
Clem pulled his cock out and began to stroke. He loved to masturbate almost as much as he loved to fuck. "Why howdy, Clem. Loping your mule as usual, I see." The saucy lass who spoke those words was none other than his sister Moonbeam who was married to his best friend Hank. Clem ogled his sister's bodacious tits as they struggled to free themselves from her flimsy cotton dress. The memories of having her beautiful suckers in his mouth caused him to salivate.
"I came to git Hank some shine," she said. "He's been doin' poorly since his mule kicked him in the balls."
"Sorry to hear that, Sis. Must have been an accident. Why that mule is as gentle as a lamb. Maybe he should go down to Atlanter and get a doctor to look at his balls."
"No, he'll be back on his feet in a day or two. I may have to borrow some ice from you, though. A couple of swallers of your shine will help. How about fetchin' me a pint?"
Clem licked his lips as he ogled his sister's long, sleek legs. "Tell you what, Sis. You bend over that table and let me give you a poke and I'll give you a free pint."
"Make it a quart," she said. He agreed with a nod of his head. She flipped her skirt up onto her back and planted her elbows on the table. Like most of the women in the hollow, she didn't wear panties, so Clem was immediately treated to a view of her furry sausage-warmer. "Ain't been gittin' much since Hank got kicked in the nuts. I reckon I can use a good poke." Clem's big cock slid as smoothly into his sister's quim as a torpedo sliding into a torpedo tube. Holding her tightly by the hips, he began thrusting into her. "SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP." The sound of belly against buttocks frightened the creatures of the forest and sent them into hiding.
"Oh, yes, Clem! My God, I've been fucked by near every man in the holler, but nobody uses their fuck-stick the way you do."
"Well, Moonie, even though you've been sl