Generational Taboo

** Disclaimer** All persons in this story are consenting adults over the age of 18. Please be considerate as this is my first story. If this goes well, I will continue. I have ideas to include Suzanne and Deena.

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Being with people you love and love you in return is something we all long for. Growing up, I lived in an old farmhouse with my parents in the middle of nowhere Iowa. From the time I could walk, I was given chores around the farm, and I was to do them in a timely manner. My father worked from sunup to sunset, and he had leathery skin from being in the elements every day. He was tall but thin and had blonde hair. My mother showed her age and was weary from doing work around the house all the time. She was about 5 foot even, with some extra pounds. She had coal black hair with some silver streaks showing. I knew they loved me, and I loved them. It was difficult for us to interact as a family sometimes due to long hours. Dinner time was the best time for us, as we were able to talk about our days.

By the time I was able to go to school, I would work early in the morning, go to school, then come home and work on the farm before I could do my homework. I never had a social life outside of the farm. Some of my chores included feeding the hogs, and chickens. I would clean after the horses and comb their mane and tails. Then I would also tend to the garden that we mostly ate vegetables from. My father planted corn, and soybeans on ninety-five acres, and he wanted me to take over some day. Working on the farm was their way of teaching me responsibility and character they said.

During my childhood I noticed that I was always stockier than the other boys in my class. They all thought I had flunked a grade or two. I was embarrassed many times, thinking maybe I had not started school when I was supposed to, or I was a freak of nature. I was bullied and called names but developed thick skin and learned to stand my own ground very early. By high school, I was 6'4, 220 lbs., with light brown hair, blue eyes, a full goatee, and a washboard stomach.

I know I had admirers in school, but I was so busy in school, and at home working on the farm, I had no time for being social. I was very awkward as well. I had no idea how to talk to the opposite sex. I only had one female friend; her name was Suzanne. She would just giggle at me when I would fumble with my words with her. We never dated, but she was my first kiss which was very nice. But I am getting a little ahead of myself.

In my freshman year, the football coach, who was also the wrestling coach, asked me to try out for either or both sports. I went home and asked my parents if I could, and of course was knocked down to size, as my father ridiculed me, asking if I wanted the farm to go to hell, while I was playing a boy's sport. The next day I politely turned down the coaches offer. Throughout the year I was pestered by him and the other jocks on the teams to join. I would have to shake my head no and keep walking. They started calling me chicken.

That never sat well inside of me, and during lunch second semester, I had enough. The starting quarterback was running his mouth that I was chicken and most likely hit like a little girl. I balled up my fists, and breathed, trying to calm down. Then he said I was homosexual, and again, I sat with my fists balled up and calmed down. Then he brought my mom into the conversation. I stood up and snorted and pounded my fists onto the table. The look in his eyes were not of fear, but of victory. He knew he had hit the right button, but he had no idea about all the bitterness I had inside me. I started to walk toward him, as he stood up daring me to do something. When I was about five feet from him, he lunged at me. I moved out of the way, and in the process caught him midair. My hands on his chest as I picked him up and slammed him on the table nearby. I snarled at him and told him never to say anything about my mother, then slammed my fist on the table right by his head. I was never bothered after that, and I learned he had pissed his pants in the lunch room that day. That is also when I met Suzanne. She was his former girlfriend, and she liked that I stood up to him.

She lived about a mile down the road from me. She started to come over to my house and help me in the garden and with the horses in the afternoon which my parents didn't mind if everything was done. In our senior year is when she told me how she felt about me, and when she kissed me. She pushed me against one of the stalls and grabbed me by the neck and pulled herself up, wrapping her long legs around my waist. Automatically I put my hands on her backside, of course blushing as all get out.

She smiled at me and looked into my eyes for a minute. "You know for a smart guy, sometimes you can be a dumb ox." As she said this she leaned forward and kissed me. I was not prepared for it. When it ended, my jaw was slightly hanging. I asked her, "what was that for?"

"You not like it?" She asked smiling like a goofball.

"I never said that Suz..." I couldn't get the rest of her name out as she dove in again. This time, I went with the flow, and enjoyed the kiss. She opened her mouth slightly, so I did. Then I felt her little tongue slide in between my teeth. I squeezed her ass cheeks, and she let out a little moan. I felt myself harden along my leg, and I hoped she wouldn't notice. I didn't want our relationship to change because of it. She stopped kissing me long enough to unwrap her legs and climb off me. She them pressed herself into my body. My thought went right to my dick being hard. I knew she felt it now. She looked up at me with doe looking eyes, and asked me, "How do you feel about me Brad?"

Looking at her, I really hadn't thought about her in any way but a friend. Of course, I sometimes thought of her during my masturbation sessions, but who wouldn't. She was a blonde cheerleader with 36 C tits and an ass to die for. "Suzanne, I really don't know. I mean I liked what we just did, but I don't want to ruin our friendship."

She looked at me differently now, and I felt her hand go from my chest to my stomach, down to the top of my jeans. I stood there terrified as nobody else had seen my member before. Her hand went down to the bulge that was formed. When she did, her eyes went wide, and she gasped. She let go as her phone rang. She backed away from me, still looking at my crotch as she answered.

Her eyes never leaving my crotch, she finally spoke, "Yes dad, I will be there right away."

When she hung up the phone, walked over to me, putting an extra sway in her hips. She smiled, "You would never intentionally hurt me would you Brad?" I shook my head telling her I wouldn't. With a look in her eyes that I had never seen in a woman's before, she spoke with a husky voice. "One day Brad, you will make me a very happy woman." As she said that, she patted my cock through my pants, then turned and walked out of the barn.

As I stood in the doorway of the barn, watching her get in her car and drive off, I was kicking myself for not touching her breasts. She was right, I was very smart in school. I always received high marks, but sometimes I felt so dumb, especially around the opposite sex. I walked into house, and my mothers' eyes went down to my crotch and she stepped back and grabbed the counter, looking away. "Din...Dinner will be ready in a few minutes'" as she tried looking at me again, but letting her eyes travel to my groin again, "You better go upstairs and get cleaned up." Dinner was quiet that evening, and mother could not look my direction without blushing, even when I complimented her on the meal.

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For the remaining part of my senior year, Suzanne and I flirted, but remained friends as she started to date the quarterback again, and we never did anything. I felt it was because I was so out of touch with what to do. Maybe she wanted something I could not give her. After graduation, she went to college at Iowa St., while I worked on the farm. We always corresponded via mail, phone or emails. She told me about meeting many new people and told me about her new room mate Elizabeth. She described her as red-haired freckled beanpole with curves. I laughed when she told me that. I would go and visit her a time or two, and her room mate would not be there, so I didn't get to meet her, but I seen some pictures, and I was attracted to her right way. Suzanne was single then and she told me that her room mate was too. Once again, I never picked up on the hint that Suzanne was interested in more than friends.

Two years had gone by since my graduation and I was in the fields spraying the soybeans. My father and mother both went to town to the general store. I was listening to the radio in the tractor and saw red and blue lights flying up the road. It stopped a few hundred yards in front of me, so I stopped and looked. The sheriff was flagging me down, so I jumped off and ran over. "Brad get in the car. There's been an accident."

I jump in scared knowing it couldn't be good as I asked what happened. He explained that a drunk driver had hit my parent's car head on. My father had been killed instantly, and my mother was barely hanging on. When we arrived at the county hospital, the nurse ushered me in saying my mother had been calling for me. When I went into her room, she was hooked to so many tubes, IV's and monitors. The nurse told me she had internal bleeding and she was going to surgery.

My mother grabbed my hand and pulled me close to her. "I have to tell you something, I should have a long time ago."

"Mom, save your strength, tell me when you get out of surgery" I said with tears streaming down my cheek.

"No. I have to tell you now, in case... We adopted you." Her hand gripped mine tighter.

"Wh...what are you talking about mom?" I said shaking my head not believing her.

She scrunched her eyebrows together, the blood gathering around one of her eyes. "I couldn't have kids, my friend didn't want her son, so I adopted you. Please don't hate us."

Sobbing now, holding my mothers' hand, "I don't hate you mom,". I was about to tell her I loved her, but the doctor and nurses came in to take her to surgery. I waited in the waiting room for four hours before the doctor came out. His walk and grim look gave it away before he even told me she had passed away. I am now twenty, alone, and have no idea what to do.

One of the nurses lived out my way and took me home. As she drove off, I looked at the house. The only light on was the angel light in the kitchen window. Mother would always say; an angel is always watching over you. I went into the empty house, feeling a cold chill. I wanted to believe what mom had told me was her hallucinating. With everything that had gone on, I didn't want to be alone, so I called the only person I knew that was always there for me, Suzanne.

I picked up the phone, and when the phone picked up, it was the most beautiful voice I had heard. "Hello?" I didn't know if I had the right number or not, so I hung up. I checked the number in my phone and redialed it. Again, that voice, "Hello, who is this? This isn't funny?" Sounding annoyed.

"Is this Suzanne's phone?" I finally was able to mumble out.

Still clearly annoyed I had hung up, and with a slight attitude, "Yes, she forgot it. She went to the lab for some extra credit. Want me to take a message?"

"Yeah, will you tell her that Brad needs to talk to her, it is urgent." I say as I think about how to tell her.

Her voice and attitude do a complete one eighty, as she happily says, "So, you are the infamous Brad," she says sounding very coy. "I feel like I know you, so you can talk to me if you want."

I look at the phone thinking, who in the world is this chick. "Who is this anyway?"

She starts to chuckle, "Elizabeth, Suzanne's room mate silly. Who else would it be?"

I snort in the phone, feeling like a dork, "Oh ok, I never talked to you before." I was about to tell her she had a beautiful voice. I told Elizabeth about my parents, and she empathized with me. We were on the phone talking for about forty-five minutes when I heard her say that Suzanne was coming in. I didn't want to get off the phone with her, she was so kind, and gentle. Her voice calmed me so much, and I wanted to listen to her all night. When Suzanne picked up, I told her all about what was going on. She was very upset for me, and told me she couldn't make the funeral, but summer break she was coming home for sure and see me then. When she hung up, I was so sad that I didn't get Elizabeth's number. I closed my eyes to see if I could get some sleep, when I received a text.

Here is Elizabeth's number just in case you want to talk and I'm not around.

I smiled and text her back a smiley face and a thumbs up. She knew that was me saying I was very happy.

The next several days went by very fast. The funeral was very small, as many of the people in town really had no idea who my parents were. They had no family so to speak. There was a man and a woman that came that I did not recognize. They were well dressed and driving a Mercedes. She was very prim and proper, had red tresses, a handful size breasts and a nice ass. He was money, as his hair was slick back, pencil thin mustache, and leather skin shoes. They looked like they belonged on one of those housewives show. They completely ignored me the entire day. They did talk to the reverend and the sheriff, but that was about it. She was visibly upset at my mother's coffin. It was like she knew her better then my father. At the cemetery I was sitting listening to final goodbyes, and I searched for the couple. They were standing by their car, and as I looked, they got in and drove away.

When I entered my home, there were throes of neighbors and officials from the town who were at the funeral. They had brought casseroles and were there to support me. I was making my rounds thanking each person, when I came before the couple from earlier. I put my hand out to give a handshake as I spoke.

"Hello, I am afraid I don't know you." I said looking at the tall man and the snooty woman.

He looked at the woman, and said nothing, like a dog on a leash. She finally spoke, "WE are friends of Mrs. Henderson, your mother."

They don't offer their hands in return, so I awkwardly put my hand to my side. Looking into the ice blue eyes of the woman I say, "I know all of my parents' friends, I don't know who you are. How do you know my parents?"

Her lips curl on one side of her face, as if she is sneering at me. She takes a deep breath as she states, "Your mother and I had business many years ago, and I was gracious for her support during a difficult time of my life if you must know." She then touches the shoulder of the man beside her, and he starts to walk toward the front door. Without a word she turns on her heels and walks out. They get in their car and drive away. I see they have Missouri plates, and wonder how my parents knew them.

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After the funeral, and after everyone left the house, I felt more lost than ever. I started to clean the house out of memories. As I was going through some old documents, I found the adoption papers and looked at them in disbelief. On the document, it had no record of who my biological mother and father was. The truth devasted me more so as I thought where I came from, and why did they lie to me all those years. I then searched more through the documents finding my birth certificate. Both the parents name was unknown. How could anyone not want their own child? I found baby pictures of me, and ones of my "parents" holding me, smiling in fact. That I would keep, as they didn't smile too much. I put the things away in an old shoe box, and packed the things not needed away to be destroyed. I compilated whether to destroy the evidence I was adopted since my real parents didn't want me. Deciding against it, I went about my business.

The next few weeks seem to drag, as I worked on the fields, cleared the house of things not needed, and cleaning up the old place. I talked to Suzanne only a couple of times and she told me in about a week she was coming home for break and she would come over when she got settled in. At night I laid in bed, holding the piece of paper with Elizabeth's number on it, wondering if I should text her or call her. Sometimes at night I would close my eyes and masturbate to the memory of her voice, or Suzanne and I in the barn. I told Suzanne in confidence that when I had talked to her, it felt like I knew her. There was a closeness that I had felt and couldn't explain. Suzanne was the only person I had felt comfortable to talk to, just because my parents sheltered me, so this new found experience with Elizabeth was new and frightening.

About a week and a half later, I was in the barn brushing the horse's mane when I heard a noise behind me. I could smell her perfume behind me, so I knew it was Suzanne, so I turned on my heels and picked her up, as she squealed. She pounded on my shoulders, "Let me down you big Ox!" laughing hysterically.

That's when I noticed we weren't alone. I let her down slowly as my eyes drank in the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Porcelain skin covered by light freckles, dark blue eyes, red auburn hair, a cute button nose, and that smile, those lips were perfect. She was about 5'2 and must not have weighed over 100 lbs. I seen she had nice size breasts, but they weren't too big for her body maybe a 34B, and those legs. My knees became weak, as she came over to me and took my hand and introduced herself to me.

'Hi, I'm Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Liz," She said as I held onto her hand, staring at her like the biggest dope in the world. "You must be Brad?"

"Um, yeah" I said as I finally let go of her delicate soft hand. I turned to Suzanne, "You never mentioned you would be bringing a friend home with you."

Liz piped up quickly with a pout, "You're not happy to finally meet me face to face?"

Nervously and scared I answered quickly, "NO, nothing like that, just took me by surprise." My voice trailing off as I spoke. Suzanne was just giggling to herself.

She finally spoke to us, "Brad, you going to offer your guests a drink at least? It is hotter than hell out here." I nodded for them to follow me, and as we got to the back steps, I motioned for them to go on inside, watching Suzanne walk in, then Liz, and her ass looked incredible. I didn't know if she was putting an extra sway from her hips, or if that was just natural.

We sat at the dining table and got caught up, as Suzanne did most of the talking, telling stories about me and her in high school. She even told Liz about our first kiss. I looked at Suzanne with a look of bewilderment. "Suzanne, that's private stuff, and besides it was a long time ago."

They both started laughing, when Liz spoke up. "It isn't anything I haven't heard before Brad," as her smile curled and she bit her lower lip, "I have heard everything about you, "emphasizing on the word everything. She looks over at Suzanne and they start giggling. My jaw drops, and I decide not to ask, as I was always awkward around women anyway. Just recently I had cable and the internet installed, so I had watched some porn in the past couple of days.

Suzanne then gets serious and turns to me. "Hey, you big Ox, the real reason we came over is I have a favor to ask of you."

"Ok, what is it?" I answer looking at my hands rubbing together.

She continues, "My parents weren't expecting me to bring a friend home, and I didn't tell them. They planned for us to go out of the country and only have three tickets. Can she stay with you for a couple of weeks until I get back?" She smiles and then gives me her pouty eyes and blinks at me.

I fumble with my words as I speak. "I... Uhm..." I look from Suzanne to Liz and back to Suzanne, as they are now both giving me the same look. "Y...You know I can't say no to you Suzanne. I have two other bedrooms upstairs. She can stay in one of them." As I Said that, they both leap up and ran over to my chair and hugged me tightly. I had both girls' breasts against my arms, and they kissed me on my cheek. I felt my cock harden once again, as I thought I would surely explode any minute.