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Redneck Cuckold
(Kelly Addams)

"So what do you think Rasta Man?" DJ Chuckled as he cracked open a cold can of beer. "Mother or daughter?"

It was evening and the three friends were sat together outside the trailer provided by Kevin for temporary staff.

"Now let me think?" Jason replied as he stroked his thin beard. "Now on the plus side the mother has got amazing tits, and her figure is still pretty good for a woman her age."

"How old do you think she is?" Lamar questioned.

"Thirty six," DJ interjected, "She told me one morning as we chatted in the old barn."

Jason coughed. "As I was saying, the mother has great tits and a pretty good figure? whereas the daughter is just fucking hot with a capital H. The tits are a little on the small side but her ass more than makes up for that."

"But you still didn't answer me," DJ said, a little frustration in his tone, "Which one would you fuck?"

"Well that's easy," the Rasta chuckled, "Both of them. Big tits and experience, as opposed to innocence and a tight pussy. I wouldn't want to choose because both options seem pretty good to me."

"You're just greedy man." Lamar chuckled, "But I kinda agree with you, it would be difficult to decide if you could only have one of them."

"This is one fucked up conversation," DJ grinned, "The guy pays or wages, and here we are discussing if we would prefer to fuck his wife or his daughter? we are not showing sufficient respect."

"Fuck respect," Lamar laughed, "I'd plough either of them and not feel a shred of guilt about the man's feelings."

DJ shrugged, having thought about it he knew he felt the same way.

"But we don't have to worry about that do we," he added, "It would never happen, and when this barn is finished I have a feeling he'll be saying adi?s to all of us pretty damn quick."

The others nodded, they all knew that they were on borrowed time and that their boss was not a fan of anyone darker than the colour of milk, but at least the barn was still some weeks from completion.