Then she smiled and stood up. “Good. You shall be my apprentice, and that is your name—for now. You may get dressed.”I did so clumsily, wonderin... what it all meant. “Sit down,” she said, doing so herself and pouring me a cup of tea. “Now, do you know what your cunt is for?”“Fucking. Having babies,” I said, wondering if she thought me a fool. “And have you fucked anyone?”“No,” I said.“That is well. People who start too young learn bad habits. But that is not all that your pussy is for. Do you. She would use her hands to massage the exposed shaft she couldn’t get in her mouth. How she would take my balls into her mouth and run her hands up and down my shaft smearing the liquid that came out of the tip lubricating me. I open my pants and started to stroke my dick lost in the memories of our encounters. I was just about to orgasm when the door to my room opened and my mother walked in. I froze in mid stroke, my dick throbbing in my hand. She came to my bed removing her robe as she. I pressed my cock deeper, harder into that juicy crack and started rubbing it into the flesh. I peeled her panties midway down that big ass and was shocked to see too cat eyes tattooed on the small of her back. ... fucking wierd ... We were at it by this time, a good thirty minutes. I pushed her down on her flabby belly while I kicked off my jeans. Other that her grunting, she was silent. I mounted her with my legs spread eagle and started fucking her butt cheeks earnestly and intensely. .... We were committing the continued economic viability of our farm to the vagaries of mother nature and pure lucky chance. One harvest killing tree or nut blight, and our future's and the future of all those depending on us, were going to be seriously threatened.As usual, Rob had totally encouraged me to take advantage of the opportunity to permanently increase our water entitlement. He argued that once that particular loophole was known, to the various government agencies, it would quickly be.