Many thanks to tangentjoker, who edited this story.
All characters are older than 18. This story is about an incestuous relationship.
We live in a large, three-story, neo-colonial farmhouse. It is wheat country so the farms tend to be large. The nearest neighbor is almost 2 miles away. The closest town is 7 miles away. It isn't very large but has a grocery, bank, post office, along with a few farming related businesses. It is almost 30 miles to the nearest Walmart. Our house is two miles off the highway on a gravel road. Our family consists of my paternal grandmother, my mother and myself.
Grandma just turned sixty. Her name is Vera. She is about 5' 4" tall with a slim body. She has nice breasts and butt. The breasts are about the size of large grapefruits. Her hair is gray, but she dyes it a light brown. She always dresses neatly, but does not care much about fashion. She usually wears a dress or a skirt, but occasionally slacks. I never saw her in a pantsuit. She has many friends and is very active in church and community affairs. She is often the leader in organizing events. Looking at her, one would think she is a formidable woman, but she has a wry sense of humor. She can be quite entertaining.
Mom, Susan, is forty-one. She is 5' 2" with a firm, compact, body over a very shapely butt. Her perky breasts, about the size of large oranges, look good on her. She has very nice hair. It is silky, dark brown, cut just above shoulder level. Mom has more fashion sense than grandma but way out in the country, like we are, she usually wears jeans or a housedress. Her face is pleasant, but not pretty. She uses makeup expertly; that compensates somewhat. She is a very feminine woman, attractive to men despite her homeliness. So far she has shown no interest in a romantic relationship. She is very intelligent; reads a lot and keeps up with the news.
My name is James, but I'm usually called Jim. I'm 6', 180, well built and in good shape. My sex life isn't anything to brag about. I have had a couple of flings with the class slut, but not much experience otherwise. My high school is small, so there aren't a lot of girls to chase. Whatever sex I have these days, I take into my own hands.
My grandfather and father ran the family farm together until both were killed in an accident. I was twelve. Grandma and Mom were grief stricken. They did their best to explain how such a thing could happen, but I was devastated; nothing could make me understand how I could lose them both.
Eventually realizing both women were as distraught as I, I resolved to help as much as I could. Noticing my efforts, they began to call me "The Man of the House".
My parents and I had lived in a separate house, about a quarter mile from Grandma and Grandpa's house. About four months after the tragedy, at Grandma's urging, we moved to the main house.
We were in very good shape, financially. Both My father and grandfather had good insurance. About six months after their deaths, Grandma and Mom auctioned off all the farm equipment. They made arrangements to rent the farmland. Some good investments brought in additional income.
The way the wills of my grandfather and father were written, Mom and Grandma shared everything equally. Fortunately, they got along well together so they were able to pool funds instead of having to split everything. Even after expenses, plus a good chunk set aside "for rainy days", we were very well off. Mom and Grandma both drive late model cars.
Grandma had never, at least in my hearing, said anything to Mom about my upbringing. Doing whatever I could to help the two women, included doing what Mom said, I soon learned running to Grandma did no good at all; she would not contradict my mother.
My mother is a firm believer in work. So I got paid for chores I did around the house (There were a lot of them). Once I turned sixteen, I had set aside enough money to buy an old pickup. I was expected to get a summer job. I did; pumping gas in town. The pickup was my transportation.
When I was eighteen, starting my senior year in high school, the two women made a trip to Omaha to do some shopping. It is a three hour drive each way, which is a long day.
Bored, while they were gone, I did a little exploring in their bedrooms. In both their closets, I found sexy nightgowns. I checked their dressers, too. In Grandma's I found several vibrators, including a "Rabbit". There was also one with double heads. Mom had some toys too, but with even more variety, from a small egg to a rabbit. One or two bent in the middle. Mom also had nipple clamps. I was a bit surprised at both of them, but terribly aroused. I jerked off three times before they got home in the evening.
I fixed them a light supper then sat with them while they ate. I had trouble keeping my cock under control. Every time I looked at either woman waves of lust flashed through me. I managed to get through until bedtime without embarrassing myself. I had no idea what the supper conversation had been about.
After my exploration, my masturbation sessions changed. I would jerk off, fantasizing about a girl from school, but she would morph into either my mother or grandmother. A couple of times they were in my illusions together. I noticed something else. Whenever either, or both, of the two women were in my mind, my cock seemed to get harder than when I fantasized about girls I knew. My orgasms were more intense too.
I thought back over a couple of incidents to which I hadn't paid much attention. Once I had walked in on the women, in the sitting room, hugging each other tightly. Mom's head was on Grandma's shoulder and, thinking back, it is possible Grandma's hand was on Mom's tit. Another time, I had gotten up late at night to go to the bathroom, was about to step into the hall when I saw Mom going into Grandma's room.
These two incidents didn't bother me; even after I figured out there might be more to it than I first thought. Instead, they intrigued me. They worked their way into my jerk-off dreams. Into my sleeping dreams, too. I woke up one night humping the mattress dreaming it was Grandma. The same thing happened a couple of nights later, but I was with Mom.
Shortly after the shopping trip, I noticed Grandma wearing her robe a little looser in the mornings; open a little at the neck. Every once in a while, I'd get a flash of leg or thigh. A couple of times, she wore low cut dresses showing cleavage, something she had never done before. The displays continued all summer, becoming more obvious as fall began.
Mom was displaying more flesh, too. She wore house dresses of a thin material, without a bra. Her perky tits didn't need one. The sight of her nipples poking through the cloth was often repeated in my nightly jerk off sessions. Sometimes Mom would wear tight, very short, cutoff jeans; often with a shirt, the top couple of buttons open and tied at the bottom. Other times, she wore a halter top. With either, her nipples poked through the fabric like little bullets.
Both women were hugging me a lot. My mother would somehow rub her body against mine. It was done so subtly I was never sure it was real, but it did make me aroused. My grandmother would press her tits into my chest. Between the two of them, I was in an almost constant state of arousal.
Sometimes it was hard to hide the bulge in my pants. I was pretty well endowed, not huge, but a comfortable seven inches with a proportional girth. My cock was topped by a bulging red tip. I had been circumcised so had no foreskin to hide it. A few times, I saw the women looking at my tented pants. Once I saw Mom look at Grandma, with a slight smile, after she spotted the swelling at my crotch.
Winter that year was the worst in several years. A couple of blizzards snowed us in for several days each; until the plows came. Rural gravel roads are not a high priority.
