"I'm glad I own this farm and this land," said Hugo puffing out his chest, "instead of having to live in the city and be dependent upon factory owners to give me a job." After pontificating his points and his riles against the system, he always ended his diatribes with the same words, glad to own a farm and farmland. "I'd have even less control of my life than I do now in trying to sell my crops to price fixed markets."
Alas, Hugo felt the pinch then that farmers feel now. Even though everything was changing, some things remain the same and never change.
Yet, his farm, especially his barn, was as much of a place of torture as it was a place to house his animals. Set behind and a distance away from the main farmhouse, in a dilapidated hangar of horror, seething with evil and filled with incestuous lust, the broken down, weathered barn loomed larger when walking closer than the main house did up close. Ironically, looking at it from a distance, especially when seeing it for the first time, the barn looked as if it could have once been a house of worship instead of a hangar of horror. Only with these two barbarians, Hugo and his supersized son Karl, looming inside and prowling their land in the way of demonic, diabolical wolfs, there was no God present in this barebones building and on this God forsaken land.
God help the women who set foot in this barn. Unfortunately, helpless against their drunken whimsy, there were no Angels of mercy inside this barn to save anyone, especially Olga, from the physical and emotional abusiveness of her husband and the sexual abusiveness and depravity of her son. This was where the Devil and his son did their diabolical duty with deranged depravity and delirious delight. With only God able to save her, Lord help her, only God was nowhere to be found on this farm and in this barn. Seemingly, undoubtedly, and assuredly, God had abandoned her just as her husband had turned against her.
"God help her. God save her. For the sake of her beautiful daughter, may God strike down her husband and her son."
This German family's secrets weren't out in the open nor were they open for discussion over a room temperature beer served at the bar. Passed down over the generations for more than two hundred years of fathers leaving this farm to their sons, left to him by his father, this was Hugo's farm and his land now. One day, all of this would go to his dimwitted, albeit hardworking son Karl. Whatever happened here on his land, in his farmhouse, and especially in his barn wasn't anyone's business but that of his family.
Privately discreet, but for the late night screaming and early morning horror show, with their next door neighbor miles away, there was no one to hear them and no one to tell their secrets. With nothing to illuminate their incestuous freak show but the full moon, the shining stars overhead, and the one, dim, flickering lantern suspended on a hook, their secrets weren't acted out in the main farmhouse but were hidden back behind the house in the privacy of the barn. Appropriately or inappropriately, the barn was where Hugo housed all his animals. Being that he and his son acted as if they were animals too when drunk, what better place to bring his wife to be physically, emotionally, and sexually abused than to the barn? The barn was a place where no one was welcome and no one went but the farmer, his wife, his son, and his daughter. Unless they were willing to risk a farmer's wrath and an ass full of buckshot, the barn was off limits to everyone else.
Nearly too drunk to see and definitely too drunk to reason with, Hugo awakened his wife in the middle of the night with a shake, a shout, and a slap. Whatever he could grab of his wife in his drunkenness and in the darkness of night, he pulled. He dragged and pulled Olga kicking and screaming from her bed by her long, lush, chestnut brown hair, her firm arms, her shapely legs, and her short, thin nightgown. Pulling her and dragging her to push her down the stairs, step by every painful step, in a ball of arms and legs, she fell in a rush and bounced off every wooden step below as if bouncing off every hard rock while plunging from a waterfall. Then he dragged his wife of 21-years by her hair through the house and deposited her on the stone kitchen floor to the sexual delight of his horny son.
With her nightgown in total disarray, the hem of it settled just below her bellybutton. With her bare, big breasts spilling out of her low cut top, the erectness of her nipples confessed her sexual excitement of being so violently abused by her husband and so nakedly exposed to her son. With her long shapely legs spread wide enough to expose her bushy, dark brown pussy, her hidden, naked secrets were revealed to her son for him to see all of the hidden sexual charms of his mother. When other more Christian sons would avert their eyes and look away from the nakedness of their mothers, Karl lustfully stared at his mother's uncovered breasts and naked pussy with incestuous depravity.
In defense of Karl and in deference to her husband, other mothers and wives would quickly cover their nakedness with their nightgown and their hands. Other mothers and wives would normally be embarrassed, mortified, and humiliated that their adult age son saw so very much of their naked body for such a prolonged amount of time in view of their husband. Instead, Olga discreetly smiled her incestuous lust for her son while making no attempt to cover herself. When her husband wasn't looking, knowing that she'd soon be taking her son's cock in her mouth and sucking him while he fondled her breasts and fingered her nipples, she slowly ran her tongue across her lips while staring at the big bulge that Karl's erection made in his pants. A sexy game and forbidden scenario they all played, instead of shame, humiliation, and embarrassment, obviously by her actions and sexual arousal, Hugo's violence added fuel to the illicit, incestuous and erotic excitement that this mother enjoyed with her son.
Taking over where his father left off, with one big hand and one strong arm, Karl lifted his mother up in his right arm and, as if lifting a bale of hay, he moved her high up on his chest. Heading out the door behind his father, he held the swaying lantern in his left hand. Trailing behind his father as if he were one of the dogs on the hunt for rats and rodents of the four legged kind instead of the two legged sexual predators that these two were, he carried his mother out of the house and to the barn for her to relearn her lessons of discipline. Too drunk to be mindful of the snakes that may be lurking there in the tall grass and the grasshoppers, beetles, and spiders that would surely hitch a ride on their pant legs, Hugo marched out in front of them through the field as if his high steps kept beat to an imagined music of a German band.
With his back turned to them and with his son's lantern lighting his way but leaving Karl and Olga in total darkness behind him, Olga took the opportunity to reward her son for his gentleness. She wrapped her arm around her son's thick neck and French kissed him. Clothe only in her worn, thin nightgown, fortunately for her, 'twas a warm, summer night instead of a cold, winter night. Once inside the barn, having done this more than a dozen times before and with each family member knowing the part they needed to play and what they needed to do, Olga went into her usual act of playing the forced victim of incestuous seduction.
"No! Stop! Please! I beg you, You mustn't do this to me," cried Olga a seemingly sometimes forced, sometimes reluctant, and sometimes willing victim. "Let me go! Let me go! Let go of me!" Her struggling, her screaming, and her drama, whether acted or real, much in the way that she faked her orgasms, whenever her fat husband was on top of her grunting, sweating, and farting, obviously added to Hugo's sexual excitement.
Blocking his father's view with his big body from seeing what he was doing with his wife, Karl gently lowered his mother down in front of the horse stall and tied her wrists to the top rail. Once tied there, once unable to move, and once unable to struggle to resist, commencing with his sexual appetizer of his personal version of foreplay in readiness for his incestuous love affair with his mother, Karl felt and touched his willing mother where no son should ever feel and touch his mother. Touching, feeling, fondling, caressing, and cupping her big breast through her nightgown while fingering, pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples, he reached his hand behind her to cup her firm, round ass in his big, strong hand. Then, moving his hand to the front of her, he reached a hand beneath her nightgown to cup her abundant soft and curly, dark brown fur before fingering her already wet pussy. Probing his mother in the way that he should be probing his wife or his girlfriend, he gently and slowly plunged a long, stiff, wiggling finger inside of her. Instead of being met with a shake and a shudder, instead of being met with her resistance, and instead of receiving her scream of rejection, he was met with a loving smile, a sexy look, and a gasp of pleasure.
As if he was her lover and he was, as if he was her husband instead of her son, gently rubbing her clit while still fingering her nipples, he gave his mother a taste of what more was to come later. With a fine line between pain and pleasure, if only her husband knew how much his physical abuse excited his wife in readiness to pleasure her son, he'd be shocked. Not knowing what goes though his troubled, drunken mind, maybe Hugo knew how his violent actions sexually aroused his wife. Maybe Hugo knew that Olga's sexual awakening would make her lust for her son in the way she once lusted for him. Maybe this was his plan all along and if it was how dare he!
