Farmer Fudd & his wife, Ethel, had a tough time trying to make ends meet. They grew crops and raised some livestock for the past twenty years and they're still having a tough go of it. Even so, they were proud of their efforts and loved farming like nothing else in the world. However, they really didn't need in any way shape or form the current shocking problem they were so suddenly confronted with.

Fudd and Ethel's daughter, Charlene, was a big help to them. She worked hard and contributed a lot to the upkeep of the place. But now they were faced with a major disaster which at first they thought was manageable enough until their prize possession, Chunky the hog, got involved. What initially happened was that Charlene, just a few weeks ago, was kicked in the head by a horse. It wasn't her or the horse's fault really - it was an accident. And shit happens!! Prior to that event, Charlene was already weak from having a baby out of wedlock. Her shiftless boyfriend deserted her and his child and left town. He didn't want the responsibility of trying to help her raise it. Besides, he generally went from job to job and was quite the unstable personality. It was sad that just after Charlene became a mom she had to have this catastrophe occur.

Now Ethel bore most of the child rearing chores because Charlene was "out of it," so to speak. The doctor who examined her said that they should expect bizarre and unusual behavior due to their daughter's concussion from the horse's inadvertent hoof blow. Charlene seemed listless and sometimes unaware of her surroundings. But the funny thing was - she still did her usual chores. They just couldn't trust her with her baby as yet. The doc further added that recovery could be a slow process, sometimes interrupted by sudden behavior changes - either for the good or for the bad. They'd just have to watch her and report back to the doc so as to monitor her progress.

Now, Fudd and Ethel, had accepted this and figured they'd get through it somehow, but what happened next was far beyond anything they could ever have imagined. It was just a few months ago when Fudd was tending to his usual business when he noticed that Charlene was missing. He looked and looked for her to no avail. He thought she'd wandered off somewhere - maybe just roaming aimlessly out in the woods - so he was getting more anxious by the minute. As Fudd walked around he heard a loud, long squeal. It was coming from the pig pen and he thought: "Shoot, that's Chunky, what's going on with him? I just fed him two hours ago. Is he hungry again?" Fudd approached the pen and to his horror saw a pair of legs sticking out from under the hog's body. He immediately recognized them as belonging to his missing daughter. Charlene had gorgeous, shapely legs. She often received many compliments about them from visitors and passersby. Fudd's heart pounded rapidly - "My God, Chunky's crushed Charlene. Is she dead? I told her never to wander into that pig pen alone." He knew that these animals can sometimes be unpredictable - "better to play it safe and have someone nearby in case you need help" - he always advised.

As Fudd got closer, he was somewhat relieved to see that Charlene's legs were moving a bit. Also, he didn't hear any cries of distress. Finally, Fudd called to his prized possession: "C'mon Chunk, roll over easy now." But - and here was the unbelievable shocker - the hog couldn't and wouldn't. Why - well, when you're in a middle of having an orgasm, it's kind of hard to do anything else, isn't it? The fact is that Chunky the hog's dick was fully inserted full up inside Charlene's honey hole. Yes, folks, the pig and the girl were joined together cunt-to-cock and cock-in-cunt. Chunky and pretty Charlene were engaging in the act of sexual intercourse - a human female and a swine pig copulating with each other.

Fudd nearly fainted. "Was the Chunk raping Charlene?" he asked himself. It shore didn't appear that way. Charlene seemed to be deep in the throes of pleasure as she softly moaned and passionately kissed Chunky's snout and he her lips. To add to the bizarre spectacle, Fudd could see that his daughter and the horny hog were soul kissing. That had to be consensual. No, that was for sure - she wasn't trying in any way to fight him off.

Fudd waited - he couldn't do anything to interrupt. How could he possibly separate them - there was just no way. He was reluctant to call his wife over. "What would happen if Ethel saw this?" he wondered. "It would kill her!" He just couldn't tell her. Unbeknownst to Fudd, Ethel had just arrived on the scene. She was in an apoplectic state (that is, frozen - unable to move). Fudd happened to turn and he saw the full expression of horror in his wonderful wife's eyes. He went over to her and put his arms around her - he almost began to cry when the mood was interrupted by another loud and drawn out squeal and another and another. Chunky was coming - in torrents!! His sperm, his semen, his cum, whatever you want to call it, was shooting from his loins directly into Charlene's uterus. The squeals seemed to never end - Fudd tried to cover his wife's ears so she wouldn't have to hear those blasphemous sounds. "Oh, how our Lord must be weeping right now!" he rued. And then it was over - there was silence. All he heard was a few kissing sounds as Charlene and Chunky smooched before falling asleep from sheer exhaustion and orgasmic fulfillment.

The troubled duo carried their daughter into the house - trying desparately to clean her off and give her a hot bath. They just had to wipe away the abomination from her soul. But no matter what they did they knew it was not enough for Chunky's love juice was deep inside of her. And her pussy hairs were full of coagulated, dried piggy cum for that animal shot a few last spurts after his weiner exited Charlene's vagina.

The next day, the Fudds talked of consulting the doc about this horrific event - but they were terrified that he'd have their daughter committed and taken away from them. "She wasn't crazy" they thought. "She just needs time to heal - she'd snap out of this crazy behavior eventually" they hoped. The couple decided they'd handle it themselves. They just were so afraid of what would happen if the event became known to any outsiders. They also knew that a hog could not impregnate a human female, and that, in spite of the reputation of the so-called "dirty pig," Chunky was actually well cared for and he was quite the exception to the rule. He wouldn't pass on any disease to the girl.

Another problem they faced was this - should they exterminate old Chunk? Fudd reasoned it really wasn't his fault - he's just an animal doing what animals do with anything they can do it with. Ethel wasn't so sure - "was this a pig a deviant?" she asked. But there was no answer forthcoming. They chose to isolate themselves from the world and take it from there. Another thought Fudd offered to his loyal spouse was whether they should sell him for meat.

Neither could accept either option - Chunky wasn't mature enough yet nor big enough to sell. This factor contributed to the fact that Charlene could have intercourse with him without being crushed by a potentially massive weight. And putting him to sleep seemed to serve no purpose. It wasn't Chunky who snuck into Charlene's bedroom; it was Charlene who "snuck" into his pigpen - to put it into a peculiar context. So the Fudds decided they would just keep a watchful eye so as to prevent this from ever happening again.

Well, that idea was clearly easier said than done. Crafty Charlene managed to sneak away while mom and dad were sleeping and their reverie was consequently disturbed by the pig's loud squeals of sexual pleasure ringing throughout the night skies on this old country farm. To make matters worse, Charlene was (in her horsehoof-induced madness) clearly the seducer here. Charlene craved pork for her bedtime treat and she was right now getting her bacon, fully extended into the entire length of her womb. Again, the frazzled hubby and wife waited until the last few throes of sexual ecstasy to occur before intervening and carrying Charlene back into the house and giving her a good bath. This became routine. Quite soon, though, the problem became much worse. Their daughter wanted Chunky's body joined and bonded to hers practically 24 hours a day. They were so exhausted from having their nightly sleep interrupted that they now allowed her and Chunk to fuck during the day. Finally, Fudd redesigned Charlene's bedroom so that Chunky could live in there and sleep with her whenever they both felt their mutual need to screw each other's brains out.

One good thing in all of this - and disturbed readers may find it hard to imagine that there could be anything good in this situation - was that Charlene still did her chores - and although she rarely spoke, she seemed happy and smiled a lot. She was such an asset to her parents - she was strong and very able-bodied, in spite of her "aberrant behavior" with the pig. Fudd even speculated, somewhat wryly, that "the only thing different is that one of the players was of another species." In that light everything else was normal. Fudd was so perplexed that he said to himself, "God, what is normal in this crazy, crazy world?!" Even nuttier still was the fact that although Charlene couldn't or wouldn't nurse her baby from the guy who ran away, she did nurse Chunky with the milk from her lactating breasts. The hog couldn't get enough of Charlene's milk and she sucked on her mammaries as often as he could. Charlene was well endowed, too. Her breasts were the stuff of almost any man's dreams, and here they were, being carressed by the repugnant snout and mouth of a common farm-variety hog. Fudd noticed, too, that the unholy pair had progressed to oral sex and Charlene was regularly sucking Chunky's piggy dick. She seemed to have an insatiable need and taste for his voluminous cum. She drank and drank of his sperm-caked semen and he spurted and spurted to accommodate her. Indeed, his cum was "chunky" in accordance with his namesake.

Some weeks later as the Fudds grew accustomed to the whole bizarre affair, they talked. They had in some ways grown closer because of it. They knew they needed to work together more on things other than just farm chores. Ethel was miserable about the fact that "maybe if we'd have talked to Charlene about sex years ago, explained it to her - maybe it might have helped prevent all of this from happening." The fact is that the Fudds were very strict parents with a very solid religious faith. They never discussed sex with their daughter - they figured she'd learn all about it just by observing the farm animals over the years. Fudd tried to reassure Ethel: "Honey, that wouldn't have helped, Charlene's just a little tetched right now from the accident. Besides she had a baby of her own, she must know something about the birds and the bees." This didn't comfort Ethel too much - she still thought to herself: "If only I'd discussed this things with her."

Then Ethel told her husband firmly: "Fudd, I'm not going to make the same mistake with Evelyn (their other daughter who was now 22 years old). I'm gonna sit right down and talk with her about the facts of life. I want to be there for her in the ways that I never was for Charlene." "Okay, hon, you do that if it'll make you feel better," Fudd replied. Evelyn knew about the situation going on with Charlene and she wanted her parents to do something - like seek professional help. At the same time, she understood their reasons for secrecy. She was also very curious - she just couldn't understand all of these bizarre sexual dynamics.

So, the following day, Ethel approached Evelyn, and said: "Eve, we've got to have a talk - it's very important! Dad's gonna be away on a trip to town for a few days - he's gonna stay with his brother - so we'll have some time for ourselves - some girl-to-girl time, you know." "Oh, good, mom!" Evelyn replied. "A girl really needs to be alone with her mom sometimes and have some good, long heart-to-heart talks." Ethel felt relieved. "Maybe this is gonna be easier than I thought," she mused. She was still nervous about the idea of discussing sex with her 22 year old daughter.

Evelyn was beautiful - she dressed "farm" most of the time, but for a night on the town, she really shined. In a dress and heels with her hair freshly done, she was stunning and did her mom proud. And Ethel was still a gem herself, although a very hardened workingwoman, at this stage of her life. She was now 38 years old - she had Evelyn when she was sixteen. People often remarked that these two were almost twins - they were the same height of 5'8" and wore the same size clothes and shoes. When they stood together face to face, all of their body parts lined up - you could draw lines straight from belly button to belly button, from breast nipples to breast nipples, from lips to lips, and eyes to eyes. They were so similarly proportioned.

As mom brought up the subject of sex somewhat awkwardly, Evelyn jumped in and offered her some reassurances. "Mom, I'm glad we're talking this way. Don't be so nervous - and there's a lot of questions I've always wanted to ask you." Ethel said, "Eve, you're such a great daughter. You're the young sparkling woman I've always wanted to be." Eve responded: "Mom, you are all that yourself - c'mon - you're beautiful . . . and sexy, too!!!" Ethel was astonished that her daughter thought of her as sexy. Eve then asked: "mom, do you think I'm sexy, too?" What an odd question, Ethel surmised. "Of course, you are, honey - you're very sexy."

On this note, the pair continued their girl talk and mom-to-daughter talk. Ethel wasn't sure of how much Eve was absorbing and asked her: "Hon, is there anything I haven't told you or anything that you'd like to ask me?"

Eve said, "mom, you're very good at expressing things. I love the way you talk - you're so clear. You'd told me more than I need to know. But one thing's missing."

"What's that, sugar, tell me, dear! I want to be the perfect mom for you. Ask me anything!"

Eve uttered: "Anything?"

"Yes, Anything At All!" replied Ethel most emphatically. The following is the surprising consequence of that promise:

EVE: Mom, you've told me so much. Could you show me?
ETHEL: Show you? What do you mean?
EVE: I mean - how to make love, mom. I've never been with a guy - even though I'm an old lady of 22 (laughs).
ETHEL: Honey, you know you're not an old lady. Besides, sex is something that just comes naturally.
EVE: Really? . . . but I feel so naive and stupid. All I want to know mom is stuff like ... well, like how to kiss. I mean, what do you do with your lips. How long to you do it? When do you stop? What do you do about each other's spit? And what's french kissing like - I mean how do you do it? And what's foreplay? Mom, please teach me, please .... show me... these things!
ETHEL: Eve, I .. I... I'm not sure I understand what you're asking me.
EVE: Mom, would you ... would you - make love to me?
ETHEL: Oh, Eve, Oh, my God - you can't be asking me this - It's not a mother's role to do that! It's incest! It's taboo! It's a sin against God!
EVE: Mom, you promised me anything - anything at all! How can this be wrong - you love me and I love you, right? And I mean, it's not like we're gonna have real sex with each other - it's teaching - that's what you said you wanted to do ... teach me ....
ETHEL: Oh, Eve, you're so beautiful. And I love you so much ....
EVE: Mom, show it - Please!!! (Eve closes her eyes and purses her lips and whispers: "I love you, mom!")
ETHEL: (She's speechless as she stares at her beautiful daughter's outstretched lips.)
EVE: (Pulls mom's head to hers and their lips meet.)

Hours have passed and Ethel, the farmer's wife, is still glued mouth-to-mouth to her precious daughter, Eve. There's nothing but kissing sounds and deep breathing being heard in the room. An occasional "I love you, Mom" or "I love you, Eve" is also heard. The fact is that over the next several months this is all that the mom and daughter do together. They kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss. The time for more than that will come later. But that story will not be told in this time. For it can wait.

Farmer Fudd is and has been impotent for some time and he doesn't mind his wife and daughter sleeping together every night. He has his own room and enjoys the privacy. "Who needs sex?" he often drawls while he smokes his pipe and swigs his beer.

Yes, this is the Fudd family, Charlene and her piggy lover, Chunky, Mom Ethel and her Daughter Eve, in bed together, regularly making love, all while dad sleeps alone. And he doesn't mind. He's content for the farm's productive, they're turning a buck, and old Fudd muses contentedly: "Sure, we've got some problems - but, hey doesn't everyone? And we're sure not contributing to the problems of the world. Damn, how good I've got it. Thank you, Lord, hallelujah!" Yes, except for just a few problems (some quite unusual) - all is quite well in the world tonight.