Aftermath

Later that morning, Liv went over to the barn to feed the horses with Jake, which gave Mom and I time to visit. We both recognized the risk we’d taken when I ejaculated inside her, and she said she’d head into town for a morning-after pill. She said she really didn’t want to do it, believing as she did in the “You play/You pay” approach to these situations. But, until we figured out something about protection, as well as how a pregnancy now would affect Liv, she felt it was the better approach.

After the decision about the pill, we sat quietly for a moment until our hands found each other across the kitchen table, and we both smiled shyly. For all the passion we’d shared that morning, we were now both somewhat unnerved at the intensity of it all. Still, as I sat across from her, it was evident to both of us that we would be with each other like that again, and soon.

“You were so beautiful,” I whispered.

Mom tipped her eyes down and blushed. “I… was… something, alright.” She shook her head.

“Yeah, you were.” I agreed with a smile. “Really something.”

Liv had been gone for longer than I’d expected, so I told Mom I’d better check on her. We shared a slow, deep kiss before I stepped out the door. I made it to the barn and pulled open the main door. The hinges creaked loudly and, once inside, I took a moment to let my eyes adjust to the dimmer light before I started for the stairs to the loft. I was about to call for my sister when she appeared at the top of the stairs, looking a bit sweaty and disheveled from throwing hay down to the horses.

I laughed, “How much did you give them?” I stepped back as she came clomping down the wooden steps, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow with Jake on her heels.

“The usual,” she said. “I’ve been moving some hay closer to the loft door, too. Poncho looks like he’s all better. He came trotting right up for breakfast. We should try him out soon.” I don’t know if she realized it yet, but it was very clear to me that she was going to be a great veterinarian someday.

“So did you like the trail at the park this morning?” I asked.

“Yeah!” she answered with enthusiasm. “It’s beautiful down there! All kinds of trails. I actually might try to catch it again sometime. Takes a while to get down there, though.”

“Good, I’m glad,” I said, smiling selfishly. “Hey, do you need anything in town? I think Mom’s running in later.

“Hmm,” she thought out loud. “Maybe… We need some supper stuff. Maybe I’ll just run in with her.”

“Emm, I, uh… I might need your help with Poncho later. I think you’re right, we should put him through a few paces with a rider before we call him good.”

Liv thought a moment. “Well, okay, I s’pose I could just give her a list.”

“Good I said, why don’t you go ahead and do that, then meet me back out here and we’ll get started.”

I waited until she was gone, then pulled my phone from my pocket and sent a quick text to Mom. “Liv incoming with grocery list. U shud mak ur trip to doc asap.” I hit send, and seconds later Mom replied with a heart emoji.

I thought a second, then sent another quick one. “Condoms?”

Mom replied with a frowning emoji.

I smiled, and I put my phone back in my pocket, saying, “My kinda woman.”

Mom picked up the Plan B pill and returned with a box of condoms for me. She leaned in as she handed them to me and informed me that she had stopped by an Urgent Care and was also starting on the pill. “It’ll take about a week before I’m ready, though.” She whispered.

“We’ll just make do then,” I replied.

“I’m… sure we will,” she said. A small smile crossed her face as she turned to go back to the kitchen to help Liv finish putting away the groceries.

Making Do

Uncle Rob and Aunt Beth invited us over for a cookout that weekend. Fall was coming, which meant that haying would soon be completed, and it wouldn’t be long before we brought all the cattle in off the lease and shipped the yearlings off to market. We would need to hire some help with the riding, and it would take a fair amount of coordination. We needed to make plans.

Mom made a pie, and Liv fixed a salad for the gathering. We loaded ourselves into the truck, including Jake, and drove the five miles north up Beaver Creek. I was under the impression that both Myles and Marla would be there, though I didn’t think either of them would be too involved with the planning. That would be left to Uncle Rob, Mom, and me, with Aunt Beth and Liv listening in. At least, that’s how it usually went.

When we arrived, we went directly to the backyard, knowing that we would find them all gathered there. Uncle Rob was my father’s older brother by five years. He was a great guy and easy to work with. Aunt Beth was a classic ranch wife, all about spearheading the support crew for the bigger events on the ranch and pitching in on a regular basis as a hand with the smaller ones. She could feed an entire roundup crew or bottle-feed a bum calf with equal efficiency.

Marla was a dark-haired beauty and a nice enough person, but a little too self-focused for my taste. She’d been popular in high school but had decided to take a year off before she attended college. Recently, though, after experiencing life in the real world, Liv told me she was already regretting that decision and making plans to try to enroll at the local community college for the winter semester.

Myles was a challenge for me. Actually, he was a challenge for everyone, including his folks. He’d gotten into construction after high school, saying that he wanted a regular paycheck rather than taking his chances with the uncertainty of ranch life. The problem was that you have to work regular hours to get a regular paycheck, and that turned out to be a little difficult for him to accomplish. He got himself laid off or fired from several different outfits because of his inability to show up on time or for missing work altogether. Much of it was due to his partying.

He was back staying with his folks, but still partying two or three nights a week. Every time I’d seen him of late, he’d been in a mood. Judging from how he looked when we walked around the corner, today was no different. When he saw us, he tried to put on a front as usual, but it wasn’t very convincing. He came over to say hi, ogled Mom and Liv while telling them how nice they looked, then went back to his chair and picked up his cell phone in one hand and his beer in the other.

Uncle Rob had seen us coming up the lane and had already put the burgers on. After greeting us warmly, he returned to the grill while Aunt Beth and Marla stayed to visit with us. After a couple of moments, Uncle Rob called me over to the grill to give him a hand. I had told him about the dead cow we found the day after we got back, and he said he’d take a drive out on the lease to check on things himself. “I found another one,” he said, “Didn’t see the calf around anywhere. At this age, it might survive on its own, but who knows?”

“The cow was shot?”

“Yup, it was up on the bench below Crescent Point, about a quarter mile off the road, just like the other one. It had been dead a while, and any tracks they might have left were long gone.”

“Shit, I was hoping it was just a random thing with the one, but this means that somebody likely shot them both intentionally and not on a whim.”

“My thoughts too,” Uncle Rob said. “I think we’d better let the cattle association in on it, and that means the sheriff will likely be notified.”

“Shit,” I said again, “I hate doing that, but I think you’re right. Think they’ll be okay with us keeping an eye on things ourselves if it’s only these two?”

“Maybe? We’ll have to make regular rounds, though, otherwise they’ll want to be more hands-on.” Uncle Rob had loaded up his tray with burgers and hot dogs and shut down the barbecue. He was about to pick the tray up to take it to the table, but turned to me. “I’ve got time this week to make the call to the association and take a couple more trips up there to look around. If you can handle a couple of trips next week, that would help. We could also consider pulling them down to pasture a bit early this year.

“Let’s see what happens over the next couple of weeks,” I said. “Maybe we can talk about that then? With all the heat we’ve had, we’ll need to get as much grazing as we can off the lease because the pasture grass won’t last long, and what hay we put up won’t go far this year.”

Uncle Rob gave me a satisfied look. “You’re right, let’s give it a couple of weeks.”

Even with the second cow, his take was similar to mine. Despite the losses, the herd looked to be in pretty decent shape overall, and if the market held, we should do well this fall.

The rest of the evening went well. Uncle Rob mentioned the dead cow to Mom, then told a few funny stories about himself and Dad from back when they were kids. Aunt Beth gushed about how grown-up Liv and I were looking, and she convinced Liv to go with her and Marla the next day to tour the community college. Liv had already been applying to different colleges, but had also been thinking about staying close to home for her first couple of years. I caught Mom’s glance when Liv agreed to go. Liv’s runs had all been short ones this week.

The after-dinner planning session went well for the most part. For some reason, Myles wanted to participate this year. This was great, but all he did was second-guess everything that I, Mom, and his dad wanted to do. None of the days seemed work with his schedule, and he didn’t like any of the people we were hiring or contracting with. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to ship to the same stockyard we’d always used to auction the cattle off.

At first, Uncle Rob took time consider his son’s protests, then tried to explain why we were doing things the way we were, but eventually, he had to tell Myles that this was how we were going to do it and if it didn’t work for him, he’d have to come up with better reasons why, or get over it. The best way to describe that moment was uncomfortable.

When we got home, rather than focus on the second dead cow and the “Myles moment,” Mom, Liv, and I chatted about Liv’s visit to the college the next day and how it might fit into her plans after high school. I told her then that I could see her becoming a very good veterinarian, and it might be good to get her core classes out of the way first before she applied to the state’s big agriculture university. Mom agreed with me, and Liv seemed pretty excited to hear the support.

Liv took a short run the next morning, before she was to leave with Aunt Beth and Marla. While she was out, Mom was quick to remind me that she still wasn’t safe yet. “I’m sorry, Sweetie. I know you’re hoping for the full… deal later, she waved her hands a bit as if that were the ASL sign for intercourse, but, unless we use a condom, we can’t do that just yet. You understand, don’t you? I mean, we can do… other… things.”

I got a kick out of her discomfort about saying the words to me when we weren’t actually fucking. I had to mess with her a little. “Other things? Hmm, well, I’ll look, but I don’t think I’ve got other things, and I’ve had a pretty good look at your… thing. Where would we find these other things?”

She frowned and quickly answered, “Here’s one!”  I didn’t see the spatula in her hand before she whacked my ass with it.

Aunt Beth and Marla showed up when they said they would and collected Liv. Mom, Jake, and I stood together and watched the late model SUV roll over the cattle guard, heading for town. Jake appeared confused and upset that Liv had ordered him to stay home. Mom scratched the mournful border collie’s ears, saying, “Relax, buddy, she’ll be back before you know it.

I walked over next to her with a smile and gave her butt a swat. “And you better get your butt in the house, she’ll be back before you know it!” Mom gave a surprised gasp and threw me an incredulous look, then dutifully turned and stepped toward the door. I gave Jake a quick wink and followed her into the house. She was waiting just inside the door and immediately climbed up into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist.

We kissed as I carried her down the hall. At one point, she broke the kiss and started to say, “We can go to your roo…”

“No.” I cut her off. “I want you in your bed. I like being with you in your bed.”

She studied my eyes, then said simply, “Okay.”

She had thrown a sweatshirt and yoga pants on to be presentable when Aunt Beth and Marla arrived. I sat her down in the middle of her bed and immediately reached for the bottom of her sweatshirt and pulled it up over her head, allowing her large, unclad breasts to wobble and roll as her arms raised to accommodate the removal. She lay back and tucked her thumbs under her waistband, but I stopped her. “I’ll do that,” I said.

She removed her thumbs, and her eyes flashed me a lusty look. I really didn’t know for sure what I wanted to do that morning, but I did know that I wanted to keep her out of her “mom” role. I figured that if I took these decisions out of her hands, she wouldn’t be able to go there as easily. She was surprised by my taking charge, but seemed to like it. I slipped my fingers under her waistband and slowly tugged her pants down while she raised her hips. Her tits resumed their sexy wiggle until her pants were off and she lay there in a pair of lacy, black, boy shorts that I didn’t know she had.

“Those look nice,” I said.

“I thought you might like.” She answered.

I traced an arc of the lace down toward her soft mound. She lay still, but gave a small, “Hm,” as my finger approached the inverted tip of her fleshy triangle. I let my finger linger a moment, then reached up for the waistband. She lifted again, and the lace was easily whisked down to and off her ankles.

I liked that her tits had just a little sag but were still firm enough to push her nipples high up off her chest. Her untrimmed mat of pubic hair was sexier than any shaved twat I’d seen online. She was so very real and right here in front of me. I could smell her desire and see a glint of wetness showing in her puffy cleft.

She pressed up on her elbows and asked, “Can I do you?” sounding like her mouth was dry.

I smiled and considered her request. There was something about her asking that I liked. I’d seen enough BDSM online to know that I wasn’t into the whole hard Dom thing, but still, her asking for permission to undress me seemed to fit the change in our relationship, at least here in the bedroom. “Yes,” I answered.

I was wearing only a t-shirt and cargo shorts without underwear, so her work was quick. She removed my shirt first, then my shorts dropped to the floor at my ankles. I stepped out of them. My hardness wagged in front of her face, but she didn’t blink or shrink from it. Instead, she reached for it in slow motion. I felt her hand encircle it, and she leaned forward, then looked up at me. “Other things?” she asked with a questioning look on her face.

I nodded, and she proceeded to give me a few initial licks, then licked her lips and took my knob inside her mouth.

For all the fantasies that I’d had about her rolling hips and her full chest, I’d never imagined that one day, I’d look down to find my mother’s lips sliding over my cock head. I lost all the control I’d taken at that point by releasing it in a submissive sigh. I saw her glance up to make sure I still wanted it, then she lowered her head and slid half of my hardon into her mouth. My hips responded instinctively by bucking forward a couple of times. My sigh became odd mewling sounds as she continued to pleasure me.

I was quickly losing it and knew I had to settle myself down, so I pushed my fingers into her hair and gently reined her back. She looked surprised when I pulled her head off of my cock, but she smiled when she saw the pleading look on my face. “I won’t last if you keep doing that,” I confessed. I pushed her onto her back on the bed and pointed with my chin toward the top....