Chapter 13

            Elsie and Carol were excited as usual, talking about everything. They were the happiest girls I had ever seen. Their Mom was coming the end of the week and they would be spending the nights at my house so she could have the bedroom instead of the couch. It was a good thing I had ordered the two single beds, one would go in each room. They were to be delivered tomorrow at noon.

            It would make it cramped but would work out for a great cover story when Linda asked if there was room for them to stay.

On the way home with the second load, ”Do you think we could get James away for a little bit? My period is nearly gone and we are horny,” Carol said.

            ”I think WE will have to wait until he gets done planting tonight and then I am sure he will take care of you,” I said. ”It will be done at my house.”

            ”When we get home, why don’t you two take the Gator and deliver a thermos of fresh ice cold lemonade to James and Dad. It might not hurt to give Dad a couple of nice hugs and tell him thank you for helping your Grandpa,” I said.

            They were both gone in a flash when I stopped the truck.

            I could just imagine both girls bent over at the waist, hands on the tractor tire for balance with their shorts at their ankles and James behind them at the first opportunity.

            I swapped to the Pete that was loaded again. It would be the last trip today. Any more cut would go into Amos’s grain bin. Dad would be finished cutting Amos’s three hundred acres tomorrow by noon. James would be done planting by mid-afternoon.

            The combine and trailer would be moved to our fields after lunch. The process would be continued for our eight hundred acres.

            I was back from the mill at 3 and dumped the two six wheeler loads in Amos’s bin. The last field of wheat was off on yield – that meant the combine could be driven faster and fewer trucks to unload. Dad was finished tonight and two more loads went in Amos’s bin. I drove the Pete to our house, Elsie and Carol picked me up in the Gator and made two trips to drive the six wheelers home.

            Dad had uncoupled the grain head from the combine and placed it on the trailer that was used to move it from farm to farm. On the way through the yard he stopped off at the diesel tank. It took three hundred gallons to fill the combine. It was the third fill up this week with two of them from the nurse tank and the tractor pulling the planter the same. All that didn’t include the fuel for the grain trucks. Farming is expensive.

            We carried the combine back to the field Dad was going to start cutting tomorrow. I helped reunite the grain table to the combine and check it out. The check out was my ass in the driver’s seat and Dad beside me as we made a test round in the field.

            There were touch screens that monitored everything the combine did, fan speeds, cylinder speeds, straw over the thresher and warning bells. I quickly found out the yield here was far better than Mr. Jackson’s. I was going to be spending a lot more time on the road.

            I wondered about the yield then I remembered about the fertilizer. Dad probably had more spread per acre than Mr. Jackson did.

            I parked the combine and shut it down for the night. We left the grain in the combine. It was to be a dry night so it would be fine. We started home in my truck.

            ”Dad. Elsie and Carol want James to service them tonight when they come over and I am sure they will want Bob to be part of it so there won’t be ill feelings.”

Supper was pizza again. This time I cooked two. One was cheese and the other ground beef and pepperoni. It was just about ready to come out of the oven when James came in the yard and stopped the tractor at the fuel tank. Bob was driving the tractor with the seed wagon behind it, following him.

            The girls came around the shed on the Gator looking and screeched to a stop at the house, dragging the tires with the brakes.

            ”In a hurry aren’t you? You do know you can get killed on one of these things, don’t you?” I said.

            ”Yes, but it’s getting to be fun to drive. Do they race these things anywhere? I bet that would be fun” Elsie asked.

            ”I am sure they get raced somewhere. There is a race for just about everything these days,” said.

            ”Are you going to be able to eat pizza with us and stay after?” I asked.

            ”Grandpa said we could and we don’t have to be home until 9 tonight,” Carol replied.

            ”Oh, so there is a little trust building going on. Pizza will soon be ready; let’s get the table set,” I said.

            Supper went fast – they gulped it down. The boys and girls were anxious and fidgety. How two girls could talk so much while eating was beyond me but they did.

            ”Guys, hit the bathroom in the back and no stubble, then come back to the living room and we will sort things out,” I said.

            ”Girls, use my bathroom – same thing, no stubble, then come back to the living room,” I said.

            I locked the house doors and pulled the curtains in case someone decided to stop in.

            When the girls stepped out of the shower Dad and I stepped in. Their eyes went big, they didn’t say anything but they did smile.

            Dad and I walked into the living room naked, holding hands. In our other hands were condoms and lube.

            ”OK girls, what’s the plan? There are three girls and three men. How do you want to do this? Do want to draw names for the first round then rotate until you have tried all three? Do you want to do it voyeur style again? Or do you just want to pick a partner?” I asked.

            ”Pick a partner and rotate, we don’t have time for voyeur,” Carol said as Elsie agreed.

            ”Pick your partners then,” I said.

            Elsie took James and walked towards his bedroom. Carol was eyeing Dad as if she was undecided. I gave him a little push, ”Be gentle and use condoms – it is a must,” I said as they walked towards our bedroom.

            I took Bob and went to my old bedroom. At the bed I turned around and pulled him into a hug and finished with an aggressive kiss. ”Let’s see how much you remember about pleasing a women.”

            He squeezed my breasts as he kissed me again, trying to get to my tonsils. He kissed my ears and the side of my neck. I had to remind him, ‘no hickeys’.

            Bob attacked my breasts with kisses, and the nipples with his fingers and thumbs. Then he applied suction and his tongue across the nipples.

            My hands found his cock, hard and dripping pre-cum. With my thumb I spread it around the head of it and then slowly jerked. His moaning was increasing, signaling the desire and need to cum.

            I went to my knees, licked the head and then sucked it into my mouth. Several strokes later my nose was against him and my tongue was licking his balls. Sucking Dad’s and James big cocks had stretched or taught me how to relax my throat. I could work my tongue and throat muscles against Bob’s smaller cock and breathe.

            Bob put his hands on my head and face fucked me, depositing his cum down my throat.

            He lifted me onto the bed, spread my legs and then the petals of my pussy with his tongue and carried me to the moon and beyond. Moments later he was balls deep while practicing all the moves I had taught him to please a woman.

            I wasn’t worried about changing partners. I could have either or both of the men later tonight. I was sure that Carol and Elsie would want to swap after hearing Carol’s continuous vocals for the last thirty minutes.

            I was going to have time to experiment with Bob. I sucked him back hard – that required very little effort to accomplish.

            I handed him a condom and then I placed a glob of lube on my fingers and worked it into my ass. I repeated it twice more as deep as I could get it with my fingers. I lathered his cock with plenty of lube and got up on the bed on my knees.

            With the come hither finger motion to Bob, I guided his cock to my ass and then reached back with both hands and spread my cheeks.

            ”Slow and easy,” I said.

            It took five minutes and finally he was seated all the way in with his nuts against my pussy. I groaned because of the tightness; I could feel my ass stretch as it was going in. It didn’t hurt enough to stop but was damn close to it. I rubbed my clit to help take my mind off it.

            I felt my ass relax as the pain eased off. Then I remembered that when Carol used the dildo on me I had chosen a small one, Bob was larger.

            ”OK, start moving,” I said.

            Slowly he did. Short strokes and then just as slowly added length. I still kept rubbing my clit making it better and better.

            ”God! you are so tight. My cock is pulling your ass out as I pull out. So damn hot to look at,” he said.

            ”I don’t know how much longer I can hold off cuming,” he said.

            ”Just a little bit longer! I am almost there, maybe we can cum together,” I said.

            I knew he was close as he picked up speed, stroking deep into my ass. He started moaning and I put more pressure on my clit with my fingers. Then it happened – my orgasm started deep in my pussy even though he was fucking my ass hard. It ended with an explosion of pleasure at my clit that spread to my pussy and ass.

            James pumped his load into the condom deep in my ass and then collapsed on me. He pushed me flat on the bed his cock still deep in my ass as we both rested.

            I felt him shrinking and then he lifted off me holding the condom on his cock with one hand. When I turned over he was just standing beside the bed. I went to my knees and removed the condom. I sucked his cock, cleaning it of the cum that remained.

            I was finished for now. I led Bob to the shower where we soaped each other and washed away the evidence and then dried off.

            ”There are some things that lovers do not talk about; what we just did is one of them,” I said.

            Towels had saved the bed, the condom was wrapped in tissues and thrown in the trash. We dressed and retired to the living room to watch something on TV and drink fluids.

            Elsie was reaching new highs with her vocals, something she rarely did. She was with Dad now and I was sure he was giving her every inch he had and more, if he could find it.

            I made a pitcher of lemonade and filled glasses with ice. James and Carol were the next ones to join us in the kitchen, ”Condoms?” I asked.

            ”Yes,” they both said.

            A little while later Dad and Elsie joined us. Both girls were walking and sit gently. Two big cocks in a row had made things tender. It would take a while to get comfortable with that size. I had an advantage on them. I could get those every night.

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            Proof read by Bob W.

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The Grants Chapter 12

Dad was home an hour later. Supper would be done in an hour. Dad inspected what the young men had done and was pleased.

            ”I ordered the list of feed ingredients that we needed to make chicken and hog feed. I didn’t know alfalfa meal and soy bean meal was so expensive,” Dad said.

            ”We could have used ground soybeans from the bin as an alternative, but the reports said that for piglets it substantially increases the risk of dysentery and increased the mortality rates. Soybean meal has had the soybean oil which causes that removed and the meal retains the protein.” I said.

            ”We can adjust the protein levels in the feed by changing the amount of soybean and alfalfa meal and corn to meet the levels as the hogs grow. I have several charts,” I said.

            ”The feeders for the pigs will be delivered in a day or two. I also ordered a round hog feeder for when they get older. We need to play with the mix mill and bag some feed ahead. I agreed to buy twenty piglets from Sanders hog farm for us to pick up in a week,” Dad said.

            ”The chicks you wanted for the hen house will be here in the same time frame from the farm store. On a different note, the lumber company came up with a plan for Amos’ house that they liked. The process starts tomorrow with a materials order and sub contractors. A lot of the addition will be prefab. Once the foundation and floor are done it will go together fast,” Dad said.

            ”Your partners in crime will be staying here nights only for about three weeks and the girls have to spend days over there to help Grandma keep the house clean from the construction dust,” Dad said.

            ”I understand – there can be no room for doubts or disagreements,” I said.

            ”When do we start cutting?” I asked.

            ”Day after tomorrow. We are going to cut Amos’ wheat first. On Sunday when the mill is closed, we will unload into his grain bin.”

            I made four trips to the mill on the first day of cutting in the Pete and two in the six wheeler. The big IH combine with the forty foot head was filling the trucks as fast as I could make the cycle.

            Dad quit cutting at noon to allow me to get all the trucks empty again and to help James get oriented on planting beans. It wasn’t as simple as just driving the tractor.

            To plant the Jackson’s three hundred acres was going to take four hundred units of seed beans that had been ordered months ago to guarantee delivery. A unit was fifty pounds and cost eighty dollars a unit. The beans were delivered on pallets in paper bags.

            Those paper bags had to be opened and emptied into a seed delivery wagon. The planter parked at the wagon when empty and augers filled the hoppers on the planter.

            The planter had a monitor that flashed each time a seed dropped into the furrow the planter opened for it. The beans were planted in rows twelve inches apart. The planter was forty feet wide.

            After Dad was satisfied that James understood the planting and when he needed to replenish the seeds in the hoppers, he went back to cutting.

            As I was coming from the field, Mr. Jackson was standing beside the lane with Elsie. I stopped the Pete and got out.

            “Hi Mr. Jackson, How are you feeling today? It’s good to see you out and around,” I said as I gave him a hug.

            ”I’m having a good day; I feel pretty good,” he said.

            ”Would you like to ride with me to the mill and back on this trip?” I said.

            ”You might have to help me get into the truck,” he answered.

            ”I can do that – Elsie can help too,” I said.

            A few minutes later I was going through the gears with Elsie sitting on the box seat. Mr. Jackson was adjusting the air seat for a comfortable ride.

            It was a good trip with little waiting to get on the scales and unloaded. The scale crew was pleased to see Mr. Jackson and teased him for having the best looking truck driver in the county. An hour later Dad was loading more grain into the truck. I was going to be busy the rest of the afternoon.

            It was dark when Dad shut the combine down for the day as the mill was closed. The two six wheeler loads were dumped into the Jackson grain bins so Dad would have empty trucks to fill tomorrow morning while I made the first run to the mill.

            I was glad to be finished for the day; after a while even the air ride seat seems to get rough. I enjoyed making a late supper while James and Dad both showered to get the wheat chaff off of them.

            While the men were watching the news and the farm report, I finished washing dishes and then showered. Dad had subscribed to the satellite farm channel package of about ten channels. It gave the markets for agriculture products and weather predictions for harvesting.

            When I stepped out of the shower I realized I was super horny. I put on the thin lacy two piece pajamas that hid nothing and went to the living room. Dad was on one end of the couch and James on the other.

            I squeezed his legs together and spread mine to straddle his, burying my knees into the back of the couch. I kissed the sides of his neck then his lips. They opened to receive the tip of my tongue with little effort. We French kissed for several minutes.

            I felt his cock – trapped by his pajamas – growing against my pussy. I made little movements of my hips to encourage it to grow.

            ”Would you like some help in taking the pajamas off,” I whispered into his ear.

            His response was to squeeze my ass. I moved to my knees to the edge of the couch and pulled the pajamas down his hips and off his legs. I slid my panties off my feet as I moved back into position. I stopped at his cock to lick the pre-cum off and give a good wet suck.

            I didn’t stop at one suck; I went back for more, going deeper each time. After the third or fourth time past my gag reflex, he put his hands on my head. He waited until I had taken a breath and on the next down stroke pushed my head onto his cock with force.

            I felt the plum slowly forcing its way down my throat, slowly stretching it. It kept going and going. Finally my nose was against his body and I still felt the plum still going deeper. I tried to swallow and couldn’t. I tried to work my throat muscles and couldn’t. I tried to work my tongue against his cock and did a little. I touched my throat and it was full. I felt his cock from the base of my jaw until it disappeared behind the bones and muscle of my larynx.

            I needed to breathe but he was still holding my head. I tapped his thigh and he released my head. I slowly lifted my head off his cock until I could breathe through my nose and took several slow deep breaths and swallowed several times. I pulled him forward some so I would have a better angle.

            And then I placed his hands back on my head and started down. He finished the stroke while applying pressure. My nose was against him, I tried harder at using my throat muscles and managed to swallow working them against his cock. I found with effort I could move my tongue. I slapped his thigh again and lifted to breathe.

            I had to swallow a lot of slippery throat lube I remembered that from the magazine. When I read it I thought it was BS but it was not. I was more comfortable and tried to go down without his hands helping but I found I needed them a little. I stroked a couple times trying. I gave up and lifted to breathe and only needed to touch dad’s hands. He knew what I wanted.

            We repeated the process again and again, stretching my throat, jaw, and larynx off so I could breathe and then go deep. Dad’s hips started moving with my throat action – it was rocking the hips, shoving a little more cock towards my stomach. I found I could force my tongue past my lower teeth and lick his balls as the muscles in my jaws relaxed and stretched.

            We changed tempo as my throat relaxed. I was almost all the way off and then all the way balls deep and a little faster. Dad grunted and held my head tight. And then I felt his cock swell and pulses of his cum as it passed my tongue and was deposited in my stomach.

            Dad released my head as I closed my lips as tight as I could and lifted, milking the last drops from him. As the plum came into view I licked the last drop from it.

            Dad was still hard as I pulled myself up to kiss him. I placed him at my entrance and dropped, taking its full length in one stroke. I expected him to go soft but he didn’t. He lasted long enough to fuck me to a toe curling orgasm. His hands were cupping my ass cheeks squeezing, kneading them like dough and pulling my clit against him.

            James was still on the other end of the couch watching and slowly stroking. He was edging, waiting to see if he was going to be invited to join.

            I whispered into Dad’s ear asking if I should suck him off or let him fuck me.

            He laughed and whispered ”Let him fuck you while getting sloppy seconds. Then we go to bed and I will finish you properly,” he said.

            I lifted off and gave James the come hither finger. With my head in my arms on the floor and on my knees, he pounded me for five minutes before filled my pussy.

            Dad handed me a hand full of tissues to protect the carpet from the flood of juices as James pulled out. I needed them and I also needed help standing. I also realized I needed a glass of crushed ice for my throat as I tried to speak.

            A shower, washout with the wand and a glass of crushed ice and I was ready for Dad to give me the big O that had so far eluded me tonight.  I had enjoyed pleasing Dad with my mouth and throat and James with my pussy, but I had no orgasm from either.

            He didn’t disappoint. He started with the basics; hugs, kisses, fondling and whispers of love and affection and more kisses. I thought about asking him to leave marks of love on me, on my breast and on my pussy mound, but now wasn’t the time. They would have to wait until cold weather when clothes would cover them up.

            I intended to spend a lot of time naked in the sun and there was no need to open the door to a lot of questions.

            With his tongue lashing the tip of my clit sucked between his teeth, he delivered my first orgasm. The second was with three fingers in my pussy and two of the other hand well lubed and buried in my ass while nipping on my clit with his teeth.

            The big O I wanted came shortly thereafter. With my legs back under my shoulders and my arms holding them in place – a position I never dreamed that I could get into, I was helpless – I couldn’t move, I was his for whatever he wanted.

            Dad was above me with his arms placed next to mine, trapping me in this position. He was giving full mouth kisses as he lowered his cock. The second the plum notched my pussy he drove it to his balls. I exhaled in a puff as my cervix was driven into my diaphragm against my lungs.

            Then he started making love to me. Short strokes, long strokes and strokes ending in circles against my clit. He was reading me like a book. I was close to cumming with the big O I was waiting for. He stopped and pulled out.

            ”Nooo, don’t stop. I need to cum,” I begged.

            ”No you don’t – it’s not time for you to cum yet,” he said.

            ”Please, I’m so close, please let me cum,” I said.

            He sealed my mouth with his to stop my pleas. His tongue found mine and he teased me. Then he started at my breast, first one side then moved his lips to the other one.

            This wasn’t helping; it was slow torture. I was right there, just a touch and I would have been off to the moon. The throbbing in my clit that was screaming at my brain to do something. My need was going away – the throbs getting smaller and further apart.

            Suddenly he pinched my clit and then my nipples and my need was full blown as if it never left. His cock slammed into my pussy much harder than before. He pounded like my pussy was the last one on earth, faster and harder. My insides felt like they were on a jackhammer.

            Somewhere deep in there my orgasm started. First it was like it was a cramp and then like I had been struck by a lightning bolt in my deep female parts, working its way out to my clit. Then it felt like my clit exploded. I needed to rub it to comfort it but my hands were still held down. I was at the mercy of sensory overload. I was having the big orgasm that great sex promised.

            ”I cumin,” I felt like I screamed it but it was a whisper. Then I heard it and felt the pulses of his cock and the flood of hot cum deep in me.

            There were stars and flashing lights and I passed out as we came together. When I came back I was on my side, a rolled up towel between my legs. His arms were around me and I was looking into his eyes.

            He kissed me tenderly, ”I love you,” came from his lips.

            ”I love you,” I said as I pulled him close and returned the kiss. Sleep came easy; I was exhausted as well as sexually satisfied.

            I woke at 6 and drifted in and out of sleep while cat napping, thinking about the last few days. I was checking off things on the sex bucket list. I had been fucked by three different men in two weeks. Twice by two men at a time, and deep throated all three with two of them getting helped by little force.

             I had shaved the genitals of my Dad, my brother and my three friends. I had fucked Elsie and Carol twice with two different sized strap-on dildos. I had done the enema clean out with the bag and Elsie had fucked my ass with a strap-on dildo. I had pictures to prove it. There was still a lot more I wanted to try.

            As soon as the covers went back, the pole cat scent hit me so hard it curled nose hairs. The shower came first, including an extended washout with the wand. It wasn’t a tight fit today and the warm cleansing water flowed out of me easily as I added more flow to the nozzle.

             Dad stepped in the shower as I stepped out. I didn’t even dress as I ripped the bedding off the bed and carried it into the laundry. I waited until I heard the shower turn off before I turned the washer on.

            When I turned around James was standing there, ”Is this the new dress code? If so I am over-dressed,” he said.

            ”No, because you would get nothing done,” I said and squeezed the bulge in his pants as I walked around him.

            There were no tight fitting shorts today, I needed loose on the crotch today as I was sore. Breakfast went fast; there was a lot of work to do today at the Jackson’s.

            I helped open bags of seed beans and filled the seed wagon so James could plant until noon when the seed wagon needed to be refilled again.

            I struggled with the big hood on the Pete, finally using my foot on the bumper and adding my body weight for leverage to get it opened, then checked the oil, the coolant level and belts. I started it up and let it idle to warm up for a few minutes while I checked the other trucks.

            This was a solo trip with the girls helping the Jackson’s today. They were moving things around and getting ready for the carpenters. The foundation would be finished today.

            I made the trip in good time but the mill was busy. There was a line with ten trucks ahead of me; at least a twenty minute wait. I rolled up the tarp on the trailer and chatted with the other drivers. They all knew Dad and Mr. Jackson. They were surprised to hear the grain in the truck was his and that we were cutting the wheat and planting his beans.

            An hour later I was in time to be loaded from the combine and finished out the load from the cart. This time I was second in line and back in an hour. The third trip was just as fast.

            Dad shut down at lunch to help James refill the seed wagon while I carried the fourth load in the Pete. Elsie brought out sandwiches and lemon aide but I ate while was driving.

             I drove the six wheelers and emptied them into Mr. Jackson’s grain bin. Elsie and Carol rode with me. They had hustled to get the work done so they could ride with me.

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The Grants Chapter 11

Chapter 11

            James went to bed shortly after supper. I stopped him and gave him a kiss, ”Good night, the girls asked me to pass on the kiss.”

            Dad and I looked at a few more questions I had with the account then we got ready for bed. We showered together and made love. I slept soundly, waking up in Dad’s arms. The rain was still hitting the roof.

            We laid in bed talking for another hour. Mostly it was about Amos Jackson and his health issues. Amos wanted the three kids to help and learn about the farming that had supported his family for generations. He was afraid his generation was going to be the last at the farm.

            The cancer – even though they were late finding it – was found in time, the experts said. The treatment was long with a long recovery.

            We talked about the Jackson house and what needed to be done to make it suitable for three teenagers. The Jackson’s only had one daughter – Linda. The perfect arrangement would have been for Linda to have married a local farm boy who built a house on the farm and had taken over the farm.

            Linda came home from college to announce she was getting married to her college sweetheart Robert Betterton and they were going to live in the big city five hundred miles away.

            They both located good jobs in the growing industrial section of the city.  They bought a house in a growing well to do neighborhood. Along the way Elsie, Carol, and Bob were born, not long after the marriage.

            They visited Grand paw and Grand maw Jackson several times a year. The last few years they were staying a couple weeks at a time. Then trouble hit at home; Robert was laid off from his job for a year before finding a new job at half the salary. Then Carol started being harassed and stalked by the bullies and gangs that were slowly taking over the city schools.

            I had never been in the Jackson house any further than the living room. I told Dad about what the girls had said about the bathroom. If that were the case they would need an additional bathroom built and the one for Amos remodeled for someone with limited mobility. Possibility even remodel the bedroom to make it more accommodating.

            With the bank business in hand I picked Elsie and Carol up at 8:30 to go to town. Bob, James and Dad were working on a project at the Jackson’s house.

            I stopped by the box store and picked out a big roast. We were back home by 10:30. I was working on a big supper. I had asked Dad to invite the Jacksons over for a big dinner and to do it soon enough that Grandma did not start cooking anything.

             The girls helped me get things started. I cut the roast into four pieces and put all of in the big crock pot with onions, a little garlic, pepper and some salt and other seasonings. I covered the crock pot with aluminum foil with several holes punched in it so the steam would condense to water and drain back into the pot. That would keep the pot from running dry and then I turned it on high.

            I went to the pantry to make sure I had all the other ingredients I wanted for tonight. A couple cans of peas and string beans for serve alone vegetables. I was going to put the carrots in with the meat when it was nearly done cooking to give them flavor.

            I counted plates, glasses and silverware. It had been a long time since we had eight people for a meal. The thought hit me that I had never cooked a meal for eight people for the five years I had been woman of the house.

            I cleaned off the dining room table and with the help of the girls, put the leaves in it to make it big enough. We would need to use two chairs from the kitchen set to make enough. I marked times on a pad when I needed to start things so everything would come off at six.

            Elsie, Carol and I cleaned up the house and dusted. It was during this cleaning that I saw just how much things were worn out in the house. The vinyl in the kitchen needed replacing as did the carpet in the dining room. The countertop needed replacing as well. The appliances had already been replaced in the last couple years.

            I would talk to Dad tonight to see if I could get those things done before Linda came. I had the feeling that first impressions would be important with her.

            Preparations went well – everything was ready a few minutes ahead of time. The last item was the biscuits. I managed to keep everything hot until it was ready to be served.

            Everything was great – even the mashed potatoes and gravy came out great – and the hot buttered biscuits would melt in your mouth. I even planned for desert – hot apple pie with ice cream.

             Everyone was well fed when at 7:30 the kids Skyped with their mother. Mr. and Misses Jackson even set in the office and joined in on the conversations with Linda.

            With the dishes in the dishwasher and the pots and pans drying in the sink, the Jackson clan went home.

            We were able to relax and enjoy each other. Dad taught me things about myself that I did not know. There were pleasure zones I knew nothing about, one of which was anal. I had a lot of questions and he answered all of them. It was no wonder that most women were in their mid to late twenty’s before reaching their sexual peak unless they had a good teacher early on.

            In the process we developed a plan to try things out slowly. I had ideas for another order from Amazon’s adult pages, things that I had not thought about before.

            The rain ended overnight, the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly. It was going to be a hot day. There was plenty of work to do for everyone. Bob was coming over to help James clean out the old feed house that had not been used in years. All the junk was going in the roll off dumpster. The farm generated so much trash it was almost a necessity.

            At one time the feed house had held a hammer mill that was fed from the grain bins that fed the mixer to make feed for my Grandfather’s livestock. The hammer mill took whole grain and beat it up into smaller pieces depending on the size of the screen that was put in it. The hammer mill and the mixer were long gone.

            The portable mix mill powered by a tractor combined both jobs and could be pulled into the cattle or hog pens or along the fence to fill feeders from the mixer. With a good operator the discharge auger could be backed into the feed house and the feed bagged in small amounts for the chickens.

            I had printed off several different mixes that Dad wanted to make feed for the hogs, cattle and chickens. We had most of the ingredients and the mill in town could supply the rest. James and Bob were going to work on repairing the hog house and the chicken house for the next couple of days before the harvest started.

            UPS delivered my first Amazon order at 10. I was online ordering another dozen things that Dad said I would need to try and master before I would be ready to take on James or him in an anal way. Butt plugs, inflatable butt plugs and speculums be damned. All the order would be here this week including lube – lots of lube – by the quart in pump bottles.

            I opened the box of different dildos and sex clothes I had bought. I tried on the clothes and harness for fit. The dildos I had ordered made up a set of stepped sizes from 6 inch to the big one in the formally locked box. I had returned the ones from my bedroom to Dad’s; they were all in the bottom drawer.

            The drawer and the box were unlocked now. I now had an assortment of ten sizes, all of them would work with the harnesses I had. Now if Elsie and Carol were willing to experiment on me – let the fun or pain begin!

            I opened the camera box and read the instructions with it. There were extra batteries so they went into the special charger. The cables to connect it directly to the computer to be able to download the pictures went into the desk.

            I went through the programs setting the date and time. I turned off the internal memory so that it only saved photos and video to the sim card – something that could be quickly removed from the camera and hidden to preserve the intimate pictures I wanted to take.

            I had bought several of the cards along with one large one to be able to make videos. I marked that one with a P for personal. I had also bought several large thumb drives to load the pictures on.

            To get the hang of the camera I took pictures of lots of things outside including James and Bob working in the feed house and the farm equipment. I played with the computer, transferring the photos to a secret file I had created and back and forth between computer and the thumb drives. Then I spent time checking and deleting traces of what and where to make sure no one accidentally stumbled on them while using the computer.

            I had done all of those things in computer class at school – I was just refreshing my memory and making sure those things worked with the new computer.

            I went out to help James and Bob until lunch time. With the skid steer and the three of us, the job went faster and it was done by lunch time. After lunch they were going to work on the pig pen and the chicken house.

            I made a light lunch for them and then they went back to work.

            It was as after lunch that Elsie and Carol came over. Dad was still over there working with Amos. They were waiting on the engineer from the lumber company to look at remodeling by putting an addition on the house with a shared bathroom and two bedrooms. Also included was a bathroom remodel for the Jackson master bathroom.

            Amos was getting radiation and chemo before the surgery that was scheduled in four months. There was hope that the remodel would be done before that took a toll on his mobility.

            ”Your Dad told Grandpa that we could stay over here while the house was torn apart. The only thing now is if Mom will allow us to stay until next spring,” Elsie said.

            ”That’s good news and bad news I guess. If your mother does not agree there is going to be a lot of disappointment all the way around,” I said.

            “Do you know how to operate this?” I asked as I handed Elsie the camera.

            ”Sure, what do you have in mind?” she asked.

            I explained some of what I wanted. ”Sure I can do that. Where do you want to take them?” Elsie asked.

            ”My room, follow me,” I said.

            ”I thought this was your father’s room,” Elsie said.

            ”I must confess, it’s our room now. Dad and I have become lovers. After all, you said he was a hunk. It happened shortly after James and I became familiar with each other.”

            ”My old room is the room you and Carol will use with the addition of another bed if you stay here while the house is renovated. Another bed in James’ room will take of the problem. Of course the four of you can be fuck buddies with the walk through bathroom and no one will never know. But I would suggest that you change partners every night. You know no one can ever find out,” I said.

            ”Is this a secret that we can live with?” I asked.

”When can we move in?” Carol asked adding winks and Elsie was nodding. ”Let’s get started or we are going to run out of time,” I said. Had I created two sex fiends?

            I stripped quickly and we started with the party dresses. Elsie took pictures from all poses. Front, side, back, bent over from the rear with my bottom fully exposed and with the front lifted exposing my pussy. We did the same with the others. The open nipple top was interesting to get properly adjusted. I could have sworn they were drooling.

            ”Can we try on those dresses some time? I have an ex-boyfriend who I want to show what he missed out on by being an ass,” Elsie said.

            ”I have no problem with you modeling the dresses but be careful how you use them and who you send them to,” I said.

            Then I modeled the sexy things I got from Amazon and the box store. Finally was the nude poses I wanted – all of them were seductive. The one I wanted the most was the one of me on my knees spread and looking over my shoulder; it was a good one.

            I unwrapped the pictures of Mom and Dad to make sure we had copied all the poses. The only one we had not done were the ones with the dildos.

            ”Oh my God. That’s your Mother- you are her twin; your bodies are identical. Your nipples are just a little darker but the hair color is the same. Your dad’s cock is so big, even bigger than James,” Elsie said.

            ”How do you think I was able to tell you how to take James?” I said.

            ”I’m glad that you did! I would have quit without the help,” Carol said.

            I open the box of dildos and strapons and handed the harness, the seven inch and a condom to Carol. ”Put this on,” I said.

            ”My period started,” she said.

            ”Pads or tampons?” I asked.

            ”Tampons,” she said.

            ”Put it on. It will be OK,” I said.

            With the enema bag filled with plain lukewarm water, I filled my rectum and purged until it was clear water. I sat on the flush a few extra minutes to allow it all to drain out as the instructions said. Then I took quick shower. Elsie and Carol never left my side while asking all kinds of questions.

            I checked to make sure the handcuff key would open them, ”Do not lose this,” I said as I handed it to Elsie.

            With the lube shooter I placed a string in my rectum, pushing the plunger down as I slowly pulled it out. There was even a small glob at my anus to spread out. I places towels on the bed to catch any mess.

            ”I’m going to be on my knees with my hands cuffed behind my back like the photo. Elsie you are to take pictures from above and below make sure to take plenty of them. If it works out that I can do this, take a video while she is stroking me,” I said.

            ”Carol, lube the condom. The first picture I want is you fully against me with the dildo on my crack to show how deep it will go. This is a first so go easy,” I said.

            ”Cuff me Elsie, let’s get started.”

            Carol was careful, slowly pushing, waiting for me to adjust and listening to me grunting to the pressure. She picked up the pace as I stretched and relaxed. She was using my handcuffed hands for leverage. I could feel the fake balls hitting my pussy and clit.

            At first she was jerky but became smooth and even as we progressed.

            ”Pull it out and add lube with your fingers in my ass and on the dildo,” I said.

            ‘‘Don’t forget the video,” I added.

            ”I have several,” Elsie said.

            Carol went at it and it felt a lot better with more lube. Now I knew why they recommend silicone based lubes for this. Carol was pounding me hard and suddenly I was cuming. I was shaking and sweating, my cum was as strong as if I had been pussy fucked – maybe even stronger. Carol stopped without me telling her to and pulled out.

            ”Oh look, a gape,” Elsie said as she was snapping away.

            I got cleaned up, showered and dressed. They helped me put everything away.

            ”Well, what did you think?” I asked.

            ”Hot, hot as hell, I’m drenched. I think I must have had little orgasms! I almost asked for Carol to do me before she put the toys away,” Elsie said.

            ‘‘If I wasn’t on my period I know I would have,” Carol said.

            ”You do know having sex during you period is supposed to make the cramps ease off,” I said.

            ”Messy. I’m sure about that,” Carol said.

            ”Towels, condoms and a shower takes care of the mess. You can always shove a tampon deep and retrieve it afterwards. Or just do anal. I could do this again but ask me tomorrow for sure,” I said.

            ”I’m horny, ”Elsie said.

            ”Me too!” Carol added.

            ”Dad still is not back. Go get James and Bob for a quickie and use plenty of towels on my bed. You can use James’ bed, unless you want the voyeur view again,” I said.

            Both girls left at a run and came back with the boys. I gave the boys a thumbs up as they hurried past. Twenty minutes later, four exhausted folks came down the stairs.

            ”Thumbs up or down,” I asked Carol. Smiles said it all.

            ”Almost no mess,” Carol said.

            ”Carol, don’t forget to start the pills and remember condoms for the first month. Let me know if one breaks. That goes for the guy wearing it, check them after each time,” I said.

            ”Get out there and go to work; Dad will soon be home. It would be helpful in the long run for him to see you hard at work and the progress you have made,” I said.

            ”I’m starting supper,” I said.

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Chapter 10

I showered first and shaved everything. I wanted to be smooth for whoever I ended up with tomorrow or both. I needed to remember to have the girls do the same thing and James also. He should have stubble by now.

            James went to bed. I followed a couple minutes later. ”James, shave it smooth when you shower. If there is stubble there will be no pussy for you tomorrow,” I said.

            Dad was just stepping into the shower when I returned. I found two pillows, folded them double and stuffed them between the headboard post and the wall. I turned down the lights and slid naked under the covers.

            What followed could only be called love. Slow and gentle, plenty of open mouth tongue and kissing, then plenty of oral sex. I got off twice from his fingers and tongue.

            I sucked him off once. I still couldn’t deep throat him but I did get further than before – a lot further. I decided I needed to practice on James a few more times. I knew if I forced it, I could take him all the way.

            He took me every way we had done so far. Cowgirl and reverse cowgirl, doggy (that took me over the top every time) and legs back with a full pounding. I was thankful I had put triple towels on the bed and one rolled up to catch the spillage when I stood up. I showered again and used the wand to wash me out. I had quickly learned there would be no polecat odor in the morning if I did.

            Twelve hour old cum stinks and cold cum does not taste good; also it is tough going down. If I was going to swallow it I wanted it fresh and hot. It was an early lesson.

            Breakfast was late today. With it raining there was no rush. James and Dad fed the cows. Dad left to take Amos and his wife to the hospital to get tested and x-rays. Then they would go to the specialist; they would be gone into the afternoon. I asked Dad to please call before they came home.

            An hour later James carried Bob to our bathroom to get rid of stubble while the girls and I got the bedroom ready. That included heavy blankets on the floor and bed and plenty of towels for drippy pussy. Condoms and lube were placed on the nightstand.

            With the boys done I went in with the girls to make them smooth. We were out in a few minutes.

            Both were standing while lightly stroking their hard cocks. What a waste – they will both cum before the fun even gets started.

            “What’s the plan here?” I asked the girls. “Do you want to watch one couple at a time voyeur style or just have at it – anything goes? If we do anything goes this will be over in an hour. If we watch one couple and the rest of us edge and help by touch and feel, we can make the fun last most of the day,” I said.

            ”Let’s do it that way, can you go first? So we can see and get some ideas,” Carol asked.

            “OK, come here Bob, you start by making me want you in a sexual way,” I said. He didn’t move so I did.

            I took his head in my hands and kissed him. Then I kissed him again, rubbing my tongue against his lips. As I added pressure he got the message. He put his arms around me and mashed my boobs into his chest. I moaned to let him know he on the right track.

            I reached between us and rubbed his bone hard cock. I took his hands and placed them on my breast. ”Squeeze them, roll the nipples between your fingers and pull on them lightly.”

            A few minutes later I went to my knees and I sucked him off. Stroked as he was, it only took thirty seconds as I thought it would.

            I got up on the bed and pulled him to me and my nipples, ”Suck them lightly, bite and pull on them with your teeth,” I said.

            I let him work on them until they were getting red and sore. Then I pushed him down to my pussy. I let him lick and tongue my pussy hole and clit. I spread my legs wide and gave him the come hither finger, expecting him to be fully recovered by now.

            He was – I guided his cock to my entrance as nature took over. He was anxious as I expected he would be. Once the head started in he shoved it to the balls and started a jackrabbit fucking.

            ”Whoa, stop, wait,” I said.

            ”I’m not ready for you to go that fast yet. Start off with slow, short easy strokes and then add longer strokes. Push against my clit while doing little circles with pressure against my clit. I know you want to cum but so do I and it takes a women longer to get there,” I said.

            ”You have to work to make that happen. I want to be happy and if you don’t make me happy, I may not want you between my legs again,” I said.

            ”The worst thing you can do is to stick your dick in me, cum and leave me hanging. That is treating me like a cheap street whore. You’ll never get between my legs again if you do that. If you cum first and can’t stay hard – you get down there, play with me and suck me off,” I said.

            ”Now start over and think about me first – you last and we both be happy at the end,” I said.

            Bob took my instructions to heart. He made me cum twice. After my first orgasm he came in me. He didn’t go soft, just slowed down for a minute. For the second one I pulled my legs back and looped my arms through them. I told him to go fast now, pound like there was no tomorrow.

             He did and I came in a massive orgasm, trembling and shaking but holding on until he finished.

            ”Don’t pull out yet. Somebody hand me a towel. Ok, pull out and back,” I said as I put the towel there and closed my legs before I rolled to the side and stood.

            ”Elsie, you and James are next. Did you learn anything while listening and watching?” I asked.

            ”I think so. There is a lot more involved in this than I thought,” James replied.

            ”Put it to use; make Elsie happy, ”I said.

            ”Elsie, the reason I sucked him off was to make Bob last longer before we got on the bed. You should consider doing that with James. After watching, I am sure he is on a short fuse,” I said.

            I was sitting on the floor on a doubled up towel with Carol between my legs. We were both watching James. Bob was sitting beside us still soft. I had both hands cupping her breasts, massaging then playing with the nipples.

            We watched as James played with Elsie’s breasts and then she needed to start sucking on his cock as I had suggested. She tried to deep throat but couldn’t overcome the gag reflex. All in time, I thought.

            With Elsie on the bed – legs spread – I gave James some more advice. ”James, take your time, you are big – she is tight, work it in slowly while giving her time to adjust to the size,” I said.

            James sucked her breasts and she pushed him to her pussy. She came loudly on his tongue. He mounted her slowly – it took forever, it seemed – until he was fully seated in her pussy. He began slow strokes withdrawing more and then adding more to the stroke.

            James was moving his hips circling working on her clit at the bottom of the stroke. Elsie came again. She copied my move and pulled back her legs. James followed her torso into position and began an aggressive pounding to her delight, announcing her pleasure to us.

            James slowed to a stop as her legs came to rest on the bed. I tossed him a towel for her pussy.

            I whispered into Carol’s ear, ‘‘Do you want James or Bob?” I asked.

            ”Can I have both – Bob first?” she said.

            ”That would give James time to rejuvenate,” I said.

            I reached out to grasp Bob’s now hard cock to get his attention.

”Bob, Carol wants you to be her first and then James. Do you have any problems treating her like a lady and making her a woman?” I said.

            ”None at all, I would make it our pleasure,” he said.

            I handed him a condom. “You have to use this on her; we are taking no chances,” I said.

            ”Ok,” he said.

            Elsie and James were sitting on the floor beside me watching. I watched James’ cock throb as it was slowly growing. I wondered how many times he could get it up in a day – how many times he could cum. He had already done three. But then Bob had come three times with me.

            We listened as Carol was vocal again and climbing from the oral Bob was giving her. Bob started on the bed, opened and placed the condom on his cock then slowly began working his cock in. He remembered well and soon we were listening to Carol reaching another high.

            Bob never quit moving as she was returning to earth. He must have liked the legs back position because he pushed her legs back and held them there with his shoulders and pounded her, shaking the bed. A few minutes later both were in the throes of another orgasm.

            We waited while she recovered. We decided to take a break before continuing and get something to drink. We had been going at it over three hours.

            Carol wanted James and once that was done we were finished for today – I thought. I wanted James myself but that could wait.

            With shorts for the men, tee shirts and towels for us girls to sit on, we went to the kitchen for tea and lemonade. We talked about the experiences in the bedroom. With tents rising in the shorts, it was time to go back.

            I sent the boys to James’ bedroom to take a quick shower. Licking fresh pussy juice is ok but dried or drying pussy – not so much. I took the girls into my new bedroom; all of us stepped into the shower at the same time.

            Once the temperature was adjusted I took the wand and adjusted it to the temperature and flow I liked and they watched me flush out my pussy. I handed the wand to Elsie; after a few strokes she then passed it to Carol.

            ”Where can we get one of those? I like that,” Elsie said.

            ”We are not using it for its advertised use. It is to clean out your butt for anal sex on most sites but there are a few that sell it for vaginal cleaning. I like it and use it every shower and after play. No more stinky pussy,” I said.

            “Do you have your own bathroom at the Jackson’s or do you share?” I asked.

            ”We have to share,” Elsie said.

            We went back to my bedroom – the guys were already waiting. I changed the sheet to one that was not juice or cum spotted.

            I handed James the condom. He laid it on the bed then started kissing – first her mouth and the side of her neck. He was fondling her breasts followed by suction and nibbles.

            She pushed James down. He was kissing her body as he went. Her hips thrust up to meet his mouth. Carol grabbed his head and she closed her legs around his head. I wondered if he was able to breathe. At that moment she groaned and her legs went wide, ”I’m cuming,” and then with a deep sigh she went limp.

            I handed James the condom and lube. Carol watched as he rolled the condom all the way to his crotch and lubed it. She stuck out her hand, ”Put a dab on my fingers,” she said.

            She reached to James and pulled him to her between spread legs. With his cock in hand she guided him in, ”That’s it, right there.” James pushed and gained a little and then tried again.

            ”It’s not going, it’s too big or I am too tight,” Carol said.

            ”It will go. Just relax – you’re too tense,” I said.

            I stood beside the bed and rubbed and played with her clit, “James as you feel it start in ease off on the pressure. You need to make a nice smooth easy entrance.”

            ”Ah – ah it’s going in, stop, wait. OK, more and then wait,” Carol said.

            ”Little strokes and advance a little James,” I said.

            ”Ok, it feels a lot better – try for all of it,” Carol said.

            James began working her with a mix of short and long strokes, adding circles against her clit. Carol was struggling with some of it. I could see the changes in her facial expression. Then I realized what was happening. James was hitting her cervix at times, causing her discomfort.

            ”James, stop a minute. Lift her butt up off the bed,” I said as I slid a thick pillow under her.

            ”Ok! Start off easy again. That should be better,” I said.

            I could tell it was better as the tempo of her vocals increased as well as her body actions. James – having cum so many times today – was an endurance machine. He kept fucking her with hard strokes, short strokes and grinding on her.

             Then he switched, pounding her first with her legs spread and then with them on his shoulders, finally with them pulled back under her arms – a very difficult position for many women. Carol seemed to be in a continuous state of orgasm, but that position gave her the final screaming climax of the day.

             I would liked to have gone one more time trying one of the things I had read about in the anal magazine, but the men were done. Bob’s cock had not responded even after Carol’s vocal outburst of pleasures and I was sure James was no better off.

            They had completed every schoolboy’s fantasy – multiple willing girls – multiple times – in a single day.

            It was time to clean up. There were at least two loads of wash to do -one of bedding and one of towels – and we all needed showers one more time.

            I sent the boys to shower in James’ bathroom and I and the girls to Dad’s so we could use the wand. When finished I opened the dresser and gave them shorts and a tee shirts to lounge in until they needed to go home. There were looks but they didn’t say anything as my clothes came from my dresser in Dad’s room.

            Dad called from town asking if we needed anything as he was leaving town. I made my bed for the third time in two days even though I had not slept in it. The girls and boys were napping off and on in front of the TV. I was folding the last load of towels when Dad came home.

            As Dad walked in I saw him wrinkle his nose as he sniffed. I just smiled and winked. I followed him into the office. He had picked up the mail. We went through it together. There were checks for the grain we had sold that I would deposit tomorrow along with the other checks we had found.

            ”How did the day go?” Dad asked.

            ”There are no virgins left in the house today,” I replied.

            ”Only one problem; I came up on the short stick again. Three horny girls are just too much for two studs even young ones. Next time it has to be three and three,” I said.

            ‘‘You’re saying you want an experienced stud the next time you plan an orgy,” Dad said.

            ”Yes! And that is you, ” I said.

            ”I will take care of your needs tonight, the orgy can wait,” he said as we melted into each other’s arms.

            The Jackson girls changed back into their clothes and then Skyped with their Mom. Shortly after that they went home after asking if they could come back tomorrow.

            ”Mary is going to town in the morning, ask Grandma if you can go along,” Dad said.

            ”OK, we will. Thanks!” Elsie said.                          

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Chapter 9

We started looking at the pile from Mom’s desk. I called the bank about the checking account. There was money in it, a joint account in both their names. No checks had been written on the account since Mom’s death.

            ”Dad, can we transfer the money to a new account? Call it ‘Grant Farms Household Account’ with you and me as signees,” I said.

            ”Sounds like a good idea,” he said.

            The bank agreed to fill out all the papers and we had an appointment tomorrow at nine to sign them. The next item was the insurance policies – by luck the agent was in the office. After an hour we found out the policies were still being paid from Dad’s farm account. Five years after Mom’s death, Dad was still paying life insurance on her.

            Two of them were on Mom – life insurance policies, fifty thousand each. Dad had neglected to inform them of Mom’s death. Another job for tomorrow; get copies of the death certificate, carry them to the agent and fill out the paperwork.

            The third policy was a family policy with all four of us listed. Again money was owed to us on Mom’s death and more paperwork tomorrow.

            I wondered how many more things were being deducted and Dad did not know or understand about them; I had plenty to do. It was a good thing the weather was going to give us a couple days of rain.          

                        The girls Skyped with their Mom while I worked sorting papers. Then they left to go home to help Gram-maw with housework. Dad and James went to look after the livestock. I started homemade pizza for supper. While the dough was rising I stripped my bed and put the things in the washer and then remade it with clean bedding. I carried more clothes to my dresser in Dad’s room.

            I did a serious look at Mom’s jewelry box. There were several separate bags marked in Mom’s writing with ‘My mothers’, ‘My grandmothers’, ‘Sherman’s mother’ in the bottom after the tray was lifted out. All of hers were loose in the top tray. I closed the lid until after supper go through all of. It needed to be appraised so we could insure it and put them in the safety deposit box.

            I rolled out the pizza dough and added the combination of sauce that we liked. I put the rest of the dough in the freezer. I usually made enough to make four pizzas but only cooked one at a time.

            It would take twenty minutes to cook. I rang the dinner bell and yelled ”Twenty minutes,” and then I set the table.

            The conversation was guarded. James was hunting for something that he couldn’t put in to words or was afraid to in front of Dad. Dad didn’t recognize it or did not let on that he did.

            Dad and James were talking about something in the shop. When James excused himself to go the bathroom Dad said, ”I’ll go to the shop and get the manual.” James was quickly back.

            ”James, remember what I said about not rushing us girls,” I said.

            ”Yes I remember and you said last night nothing had changed,” he said.

            ”Nothing then and now something has changed. Save your energy. In two days you may be able to screw the brains out of two girls. They will be insatiable and will both want you more than once. We will let you know when so don’t ask. No pressure,” I said.

            Dad was back with the books on the mix mill he bought.

            ”Mary, in the next few days can you see if you can find what protein levels we need to be shooting for with the cattle, hog and chicken feed and what we need for ingredients that we don’t have?” Dad requested.

            ”One of the agriculture universities or the Department of Agriculture should have it on-line,” I said.

            ”I have been thinking about your suggestion that we add some hogs and chickens to the farm,” he said.

            I went into the bedroom and started putting the basket of my clothes away. I decided to shower while I was in there, then I decided to try on the party dresses of Mom’s that I had kept.

            First was the micro-mini black leather dress. I had to struggle but was able to get in it by pulling it over my head. It was tight; a perfect fit in the waist and butt. With the upper straps on my shoulders I was able to wiggle and shift my D cups into the boob supports made in it.

            The front ‘V’ ended a couple inches above my belly button; there was plenty of cleavage showing. The back ‘V’ ended mid back. The hem was just two and a half inches below the crotch. I could bend my finger at the hem and rub my clit and I was sure plenty of cheek was visible. This was a dress that telegraphed ‘come fuck me’ and it didn’t need to come off to do it. Simply lift the front up and spread or bend over for rear access.

            I quickly brushed my hair and put on a set of pearls from the jewelry box. I turned out the lights. I pulled the dress down as much as I could and went out to the living room. Dad had his back to me. James was staring.

            ”Care for a drink and a dance with me lover, or would you rather coffee tea and me,” I said.

            Dad looked at me – at my breasts first then up to my smile and finally down to the hem and back up. He reached out to my knee and slid his hand up against my pussy which I knew had to be wet. He placed a kiss on my bare cleavage.

            “She wore that same dress to a party and we both had one too many. When we got home she took down my pants, set me in a chair and straddled me. We made love for over an hour while looking in each other’s eyes and slowly moving.”

            ”I am in so much trouble tonight,” Dad said with a grin.

            ”Put some pillows between the headboard and the wall. I would like to get some sleep tonight,” James said but he was smiling.

            I put on the other dress that was a multi-piece with a jacket. There were two tops. One top was a soft leather bra that had great support – even for my D’s. It was cut wide to expose lots of cleavage. Mom must have had small areolas for this top to cover them – or maybe the jacket was to do that.

            The other bra was also soft leather but a full bra with holes for the nipples to be exposed. I had large dark areola topped with hard pointed fat nipples. From the pictures I had seen in James’ magazines, somebody with a nipple fetish would have been in heaven. Nipple piercings, stretchers and shields would all be easy play on me.

            The dress was longer but slit up the sides; it was another CFM party dress; so were the others. I could get into all of them. I decided to keep them, realizing I needed to be more aware of what I was eating.

            I looked at the Amazon adult section for toys. I didn’t know they had that many pages. I started an account in my name and my debit card number. I picked out several anal toys I thought could be fun and a couple more dildos.

            One of the pictures stood out to me. We had one of those – it was attached to the showerhead in our bedroom. It was a long flexible hose with a long nozzle at the end of it and several valves on it. It was a modern version of the enema bag. I couldn’t imagine pooping that mess out in the shower to clean up. But with the long hose, I could sit on the flush and use it.

            But then, I could use it to rinse out my pussy after sex and my rectum – if I really liked anal.

            I was naked under a tee shirt as I finished putting the papers together for tomorrow. I finished the sorting of more papers. Dad came in behind me, cupped both breasts and massaged them.

            ”It’s time for bed my love,” he said.

            A turn and we were kissing, ”Yes I know, I have been waiting on you,” I said.

            Dad and I played for two hours. After cuming on his tongue and he once in at the entrance to my throat, he and I made love with me sitting on his lap facing each other. It allowed both of our hands to be free to play and we did. We finished out his third and my fourth orgasm with him pounding me from the rear – ‘doggy style’ he called it.

            My head was on the carpet resting in my folded arms, my knees on pillows for the right height. Dad’s big cock was driving my G spot crazy. It during this play that his thumb lubricated with our juices was pushed and popped into my ass, causing my final cum for the evening as he was moving that thumb in and out of my anus. He came moments later.

            We showered together again and he showed me how to adjust the hose and nozzle to flush out my gaping pussy.

            It was lightly raining when we got up and it was supposed to continue for three days. There would be no farm work for those three days and several days after. As soon as the wheat dried we would be going hell bent. We had eight hundred acres of our own wheat to cut and three hundred for Amos Jackson and then all of it needed to be planted in late beans.

            I dressed in the best clothes I had and did my hair up. Dad and I placed all the jewelry that was under the tray in Dad’s case. He and I looked through Mom’s jewelry on the tray. He took Mom’s wedding ring and placed it on my finger.

            ”I am not surprised that it fits; you could be her twin,” Dad said.

            I started to take the ring off.

            ”Keep it on, wear it for today,” Dad said.

            At nine we were in the bank signing papers. Then we opened the safety deposit box. In there were deeds to the farms and titles to the trucks, our birth certificates and more unidentified jewelry. I placed all the jewelry that had been in the jewelry box except Mom’s in the bank box, then closed and locked the door. I could now get in it with my signature.

            Then it was to the county building to get official death certificates and then to insurance agent. It took ten minutes in the county building and two hours at the agents.

            We did lunch at the town restaurant. There was a little wait so Dad signed us in on the list. We waited in the lobby with other guests. I knew several of the other waiting people by their faces; they were juniors in school. With me being a sophomore we didn’t associate and I didn’t know them by name.

            They had followed us in, they were there with their parents. I knew they didn’t know Dad. There were three groups of them. The teenagers were staring at the wedding ring on my finger.

            ”The table for Mr. and Misses Grant is ready,” the speaker said.

            We stood, Dad took my hand in an affectionate way and we walked in. At the table – instead of sitting opposite – Dad pulled his chair next to mine and we held hands while sharing a menu. I was puzzled with what Dad was doing but I was going along with it.

            Dad and my Mother had married before they graduated school. I was born the following January and James in December; they were both eighteen at the time.

            Dad was thirty four – soon to be thirty five – and looked young. I had looked with the new computer – just out of curiosity – about voluntary incest laws in this slow backwards state. There were none – yet – but they were trying. The age of consent for marriage was fifteen. For the time being we could be married if we chose and also chose to ignore the stigma and social issues. Criminal forced incest was something totally different.

            I could drink wine but not beer or liquor. Dad ordered each of us a glass. We quietly talked about a lot things – that for some reason – we didn’t seem to have time to do at home.

            ”You said you could home school next year. Were you serious about doing that?” he asked.

            ”Yes! Have you changed your mind about a little one?” I asked.

            ”Yes and no, to be honest I am not against us having a child but I would like to wait another year. You know I love you more than ever,” he said.

            ”I feel the same way and it is growing,” I said.

            ”Mr. Jackson’s health problem is worse than they first thought so recovery is going to take a lot longer. He may not be able do his fall harvest or help us. He is feeling terrible about it,” he said.

            ”If you and James could both home school and hold your classes in the morning, then had the afternoons off, I think we could handle the problem,” he said.

            ”What about the Jackson grandkids. I think Elsie and Carol would like to stay and help. I know they are doing more and more over there,” I said.

            Our food was delivered and we ate quietly. I was thinking about a lot of things and the changes coming my way.           

            The office store wrapped the file cabinet I wanted in plastic to keep it dry. Everything else – all the file folders and such – went into the back seat.

            On the way home my cell phone rang; it was one of my friends from school.

            ”I hear you were in a restaurant today with a hunk wearing a wedding ring. Have you gotten married?” she asked.

            ”It was a great meal with the man I love,” I said. I had answered but I hadn’t.

            Like it or not, the rumors were going to start.

            James and Dad helped move things around in the office as I began the work of putting things together.

            Elsie, Carol and Bob came over at three in the Gator with the enclosed cab on it. Dad whispered to me that he was going over to see Amos while the grandkids were over here.

            The girls and I went to my bedroom and locked the doors. I pulled out the box with the strapon and the big dildo, stepping into it and pulling the straps tight.

            ”I think we need to do a little warm up to get you ready. Who wants to go first?” I asked.

            ”Elsie first and we want to do it just like we did yesterday; one over the other. That was real nice,” Carol answered.

            We did all the things that would excite Elsie, starting with kissing. We took turns including sucking on her breasts and fingering. While they were getting into position I placed a condom on the dildo and lubed it. As I closed my hand around it to spread the lube, I realized that it may not have looked that much bigger but it actually was a lot bigger.

            I positioned the dildo at the mouth of Elsie’s pussy and slowly pushed, spreading the lips. Carol was underneath licking at her clit as Elsie was doing hers. I could tell by the pressure and the bow in the dildo Elsie was not loosening up very much. I backed off and added more lube to it and her pussy and then tried again.

            With both hands at her waist I pulled – adding pressure – and watched the dildo bow more and then slowly straighten out as it stretched her and penetrated. Elsie yelped and arched her back a little as the dildo forced its way in. A third of the dildo was in. I pulled back a little and then pushed back in several times.

            Then I started adding more stroke to gain depth. Elsie had relaxed and I was bottoming against her pussy. I increased the force I was using, causing her to sway. I used my hands on her hips to pull her back against me.

            With her loosened up I reached forward, took her breasts in my hands and massaged then pulled on them and pinched the nipples. Moans and whimpers were louder, her breathing heaver and more rapid.

            ”She is leaking like a sieve; a steady flow,” Carol said.

            Her anus was tightening and releasing – something I had not noticed before. ‘I wonder,’ I thought.

            I reached for the tube of lube, lubed up my fingers and thumb and added a glob on the dark hole. I circled the hole with my finger. Each time it relaxed I inserted my finger. In and out, in and out, adding lube each time. I was in to the second knuckle and then all the way in. I did circles with my finger to expand the orifice. I started the second finger in with the first then both were all the way in. Then I started stroking in time with my thrusting of the dildo.

            Elsie went crazy when the massive orgasm hit, her legs shaking and trembling. It started as a whine then ‘OH God’ that grew into a scream. She was huffing and puffing, out of breath. Her arms gave out and her head was on Carol’s leg. Her anal muscles clamped so tight on my fingers that I could not move them.

            I felt her relax enough that I was able to remove my fingers and then backed away, pulling the dildo from her pussy. Fluids were leaking onto Carol’s mouth as she tried to catch them.

            Elsie rolled onto her side, I caught her to keep her from falling on to the floor. She appeared to be in dreamland and smiling.

            ”Carol, turn around,” I said as I was replacing the condom and applying lube.

            With her legs spread wide and dab of lube I pushed into Carol’s pussy. After the initial resistance I easily slid to the fake balls and started stroking. She then started with ‘fuck me, fuck me,’ and more. I used my hips and did circles against her clit. Her first orgasm was in seconds. I pushed her legs back as it started to go away and started pounding her for all I was worth.

            Her next orgasm was a full blown hurricane; full throttle and wide open. Elsie had recovered and was helping hold her legs back. Carol went through the tremors and then rigid and passed out. I pulled out and backed away. I needed to catch my breath and rest.

            I looked at Elsie, ”Do you want James today?” I asked.

            ”No. Tomorrow, after we recuperate,” she answered.

            I cleaned up the toys and put them away. The towels had been forgotten so the bed had to be stripped again. Oh well. I sent them both to the shower and pulled off the bedding. With a dry part of a sheet, I dried off the sweat and dressed. Being on the end of a dick was hard work! Then I carried the bedding to the laundry.

            ”Sounds like you had fun,” James said.

            ”Tomorrow you two are the fun,” I said.

            I started putting Dad’s checking account on a business program starting on January 1. I had six full months to enter. The girls would be down wanting to Skype with their Mom when they finished the up the shower and dressing.

            Dad was late coming home from the Jackson’s, in fact the kids just left to go home before the rain got worse. Dad came into the office and closed the door. In a way I was glad he did.

            I gave him a hug and a scorching kiss. In the process he had my ass cheeks in both hands holding us together.

            ”I think someone is horny,” he said.

            ”Educating the girls?” he asked.

            ”Yes,” I replied.

            ”They left you hanging?” he asked.

            ”Yes, very high,” I answered.

            ”I shall do my manly duties and adequately satisfy you later. I promise,” he said as he squeezed my butt cheeks, pulled me onto his hardening cock and returned the blistering kiss.

            ”Amos is open to having the grandchildren stay for the year if his daughter will agree and they can home school. I may need you to help with some of that,” Dad said.

            ”Linda is coming down to see them in a couple weeks. You have Skyped with her and the kids or they have been giving her information. She very much wants to see and talk with you,” I said.

            ”I have a couple questions while you are here. Can you explain these expense items to me so I know how to assign an account to them? And I also found this check from the mill that has not been deposited,” I said.

            “I’ll call the mill tomorrow to make sure it is still a good check before I deposit it,” I said.

            Supper was quick soup and grilled sandwiches.

            Edit by Alfmeister

            Proof read by Bob W.

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Chapter 8

Chapter 8

            I showered, washed and dried my hair to use a little more time. I slipped on one of the new baby doll outfits I bought today and a cover up. I closed and locked my bathroom door from my side. James could unlock it and come in but it was a signal that I didn’t want to be bothered. I waited in the dark.

            No sooner had I done that when the light came on and the shower started. Five minutes later the shower ended and the light went off. James did not try the door.

            Dad’s door was shut so I knocked lightly before entering. He was sitting on the bed with a towel around him. Tonight there were two small night lights. I dropped the cover up in chair and started to remove the rest.

            ”No, let me,” he said as he rose.

            First was a hug with a kiss on my neck and then my lips – hard and forceful. And then there was the tip of his tongue against my lips.

            ”I hope you don’t mind the lights; I want to look at you,” he said as he lifted the frilly, lacy bra off. ”You are so beautiful.”

            His hands cupped my breasts and firmly squeezed them, finally rolling the nipples between his fingers. I was instantly wet. He kissed his way to them, sucking and then pulling on the nipples with his teeth.

            Dad went to his knees planting kisses along the way. With his fingers he pulled the panties down, then was kissing the top of my mound. I could hear him inhale the aroma of my desire. Then his tongue reached into the folds and found my clit. I started to open my legs a little for him, instead he leaned me back and picked me up. Then he placed me gently in the center of the bed on a double or triple thickness towel.

            Dad followed me onto the bed, lifted me and place a pillow under my butt and then started kissing me there again. First it was kisses, light licks, then long strokes from my anus to the top of my mound. Then his tongue was circling my hole where he was my first.

             Then the tongue hardened and penetrated – searching, tasting – then withdrawing and then back to the long licks. It stopped at my clit and played. A finger replaced his tongue at my hole then two and they were stroking, matching what his mouth was doing to my clit.

            I was moaning and whimpering, telling him of my need. He sucked hard on my clit between his teeth while his tongue attacked its tip. A third finger was added and I was off to the moon, telling him and the world I was cuming. He slowed and waited for me to come down. He was reading my body like a book.

            He withdrew the fingers and moved over me, kissing as he moved. I felt that plum at my entrance and pressure. He leaned down, ”Do you like to taste yourself?” he asked.

            I pulled his face to mine and kissed and then licked my juices from him. His fingers were back at my clit. The pressure increased and then several inches were in as my tightness gave way. A flip of his hips and several more inches followed and then strokes that slowly added more cock in me. Then his balls were against my ass – my clit mashed between us. He added circles when he was tight against me.

            I figured out the pillow – it allowed direct pressure to my clit and it changed the position of my cervix so I could easily take all of him. He was resting on his elbows on pillows that came from nowhere beside us.

            He had planned and wanted me as bad as I wanted him and to please me. The pillows under his elbows allowed him to play with and suck my breasts without the stress of extended arms.

            I realized he was playing my body, he was edging me and him. Taking us close then changing while allowing a cool down.

            I was moaning, whispering my pleasure and my desires, encouraging him, lifting my pussy to meet him and thrusting hard at him. I couldn’t hold off any longer; I came in a squeal. His mouth covered mine to muffle it. He was doing tight circles against my clit setting me on fire. I came and came then came some more and things went black.

            When I opened my eyes he was still in me, his cock throbbing with each heart beat as he kissed me.

            I pulled him to me and whispered words I would never say out loud and outside this room, ”Fuck me, please fuck me – pound me, cum in me, I want to feel it, make me yours again,” I said.

            He pushed my legs back and then he did – much harder and with more intensity than last night. The head board was banging the wall like a jackhammer; James was going to hear for sure. I would have to do something about that. He grunted once, twice and then the heat of his cum flooded my cervix. He lay on me, short of breath.

            I crossed my legs to hold him there, I quivered at each of the final pulses of his cum. I was full and could feel our fluids leaking past my ass onto the towels. Yes he had planned well. We were whispering sweet nothings about our feelings and our love. Yes we used those words with my arms around him. We were in no hurry to separate while enjoying the intimate contact.

            ”I see you have updated Mom’s medicine cabinet,” he said.

            ”Yes, may I call it mine now?” I said.

            The response was a kiss, ”You don’t need to ask,” he said.

            ”Some of my clothes are in the dresser. I will move more in a little at a time,” I said.

            ”What happens if you get pregnant from this?” he asked.

            ”Then we have a baby and a family,” I replied.

            ”I’m on the pill, have been for a while. So we can do lots of practice to get ready for that day. Would you like to make a child in me and milk in my breasts for you to suck out, see me with a big belly for you to rub?” I asked.

            The response was a kiss, ”We need more practice first and at least wait until you are out of school,” he said.

            ”With the internet now I can home school if we wanted to start sooner,” I said.

            ”Let’s wait a while and we will talk some more,” he said.

            I felt him throb and then slip out of my pussy. I felt so empty. He made no attempt to move even though I relaxed my legs some. We talked a while more then heard the TV turn on.

            ”I guess our secret is out,” I said as he started to move.

            I clamped my legs and tightened my arms to hold there.

            ”It’s confession time,” I said.

            ”James and I have been doing oral on each other for a couple weeks and with the Jacksons. It has gone no further than that – there has been no intercourse. Experimentation is with someone I trusted and loved.” I said

            ”There are things that I have read and heard about and have an interest in trying at least once and some of those require two cocks. I know that the two of you will never hurt me in trying those things. I hope you are open to sharing. If not, I am only for you,” I said.

            ”Your mother was a firm believer that anything that was tried in the bedroom should be tried at least three times. Once to see if it was possible, twice to see it was comfortable and a third time to see it was enjoyable. We went way past three and then quit counting on many, many things,” he said.

            ”I think she gave you her kinky genes. And we both liked to share from time to time with one rule. We always save the last orgasm for each other,” Dad said.

            ”I think that was a good rule,” I said as we kissed and held each other. Then I whispered a couple things in his ear.

            I opened the door and we walked into the living room naked holding hands. James was stroking while looking at the TV.

            ”I guess we woke you,” I said.

            I startled him as we walked to the couch. I went down on my knees and moved his hands, replacing them with mine and my lips. Dad was behind me on his knees rubbing his stiffing cock against my pussy. When it was hard enough he pushed it all in me hard.

            I had just lined it up to take some of James in my throat. Dad’s hard thrust and all of James was down my throat with my nose against him. It startled the hell out of me but thrilled me that I had been able to do it. I pushed back so I could breathe. Dad took the push back the wrong way and got aggressive.

            In this position the big cock was wreaking havoc on my new found G spot. James’ cock was being shoved into my throat and I pushed back allowing me to breath only to be pushed back deep again.

            A few minutes later James announced he was about to cum with Dad joining in. I couldn’t say anything other than to squeeze his cock repeatedly as tight as I could with my pussy muscles.

            Seconds later James erupted in my throat, Dad in my pussy and me with both of them.

            I was sitting on the floor with Dad’s arms around me and our cum leaking on it, James looking at us.

            ”James, nothing changes between us – this has to be our secret and no one else’s,” I said.

            ”When did this start?” he asked.

            ”Yesterday,” I said.

            ”Do you agree, do you understand? There will be time for all of us to be together,” I said.

            ”Yes – of course, it was just unexpected. I’m going back to bed; we have a lot to talk about. By the way, you need to fix the bed – it is noisy,” he said.

            I slept in Dad’s arms; it seems we both like to snuggle or maybe it was the warm body heat.

            We were both up early and showered together. There were kisses and hugs and I love you. I dressed from the clothes I had placed in Moms dresser.

            Breakfast was coming off the stove when James came down. The conversation was about the work today at the Jackson’s.

            ”Can the Jackson’s come over to sunbathe in the afternoon if we get everything done?” I asked. James looked and nodded.

            ”Sure, for a couple hours. And we will also have time look over those things you wanted me to from the office,” Dad said.

            There was no need to be coy any more. I hugged him tight, kissed his neck and then on the lips. He returned them, ”I love you,” we each said. James looked and then smiled.

            At 730 I drove the Pete into the Jackson’s yard and around to his grain bins. Dad drove the six wheeler. Dad worked the controls and got the grain flowing into the trailer and showed me how to shut it all down if there was a problem or when the truck was loaded.

            I was back from the mill by ten with a check for the load for Mr. Jackson. I had parked the Pete in our yard and Elsie picked me up. Elsie and Carol rode with me in the six wheeler. I dropped them off at the house and gave the check to Mr. Jackson. They were going to come over in the Gator in an hour.

            I put the papers on the table that I had saved when I cleaned out the desk. There were three life insurance policies on Mom – one included insurance on James and me – plus the checkbook and the key to the safety deposit box.

            Then I started on Dad’s desk, stacking bills and statements by vendor. There was a year’s worth of bank statements unopened. I opened the file cabinets looking for an empty drawer and found none. Just more clutter by the year.

            For now the thing to do was to get a new file cabinet and start from this year. I started a list for the office place.

            I heard the Jackson Gator pull up with Carol and Elsie. They came in excited as usual. It didn’t take much to make them happy –here there was no big town pressure and the freedom to ride the yard and the fields. Plus, that there was a pool and a free spirit like them was more than enough.

            We carried the blankets out with lotion and drinks. We oiled up, rested in the sun and turned every 30 minutes. We talked a lot about a lot of things.

            Carol was to start her period in the next few days and was safe but condoms would be double protection. Both were ready – the oral sex had lit the fire and itch between their legs. After my first time with James I knew there was no way I wanted to stop. I knew we would have been screwing our brains out after the first time we crossed that line.

            ”You have three options; two you already know about and have seen. James with the big cock and Bob with the average cock and hope that they can both be trusted to go easy the first time and not be over-eager,” I said.

            ”What’s the third?” Elsie asked.

            ”Come with me,” I said.

            In my room under my bed in a box I pulled out the strap-on, the two dildos and the vibrator and placed them on my bed. One dildo was a six and half; the other was a seven and a half and larger in diameter. I had washed both of them thoroughly before I placed them in the box.

            I snapped the six and a half on the harness and put it on. It took a few seconds to get it into place and the straps tightened as tight as I could pull them.

            I put a couple of the free condoms and the tube of KY on the bed along with a couple towels.

            ”You know what oral feels like, you know what we taste like and I think we know what we like,” I said.

            I put Elsie on the edge of the bed and started kissing her and waved Carol to help me get her excited. We played with her boobs and sucked them. I kissed and played with her tongue. I knew what it did for me and hoped it would do the same for her.

            I had my fingers working on her clit. She was wet. I went to my knees to lick and suck her pussy. While I did that I opened the condom and rolled it onto the dildo. I had been debating how to do this. In the magazine a lot were on their hands and knees, getting it from behind. Others were on sofas or couches with their legs spread – a few had their legs in the air.

            I decided the best was to have Carol on her back with Elsie’s pussy over her face and do Elsie from the rear. Hopefully both would finds something for their mouths to do.

            I repositioned them how I wanted them. Because of the short bed Carol was toward the head board enough to have her bent and spread. I told Elsie to play with Carol’s pussy and Carol to play with Elsie’s.

            I squirted lube on the condom and spread it around and along the length. A small dab on my fingers I spread in and around her hole. I moved into position and started the dildo in.

            Three minutes later I was stroking but not good at it. Elsie on the other hand was loving it. ”I’m going to cum,” she said. I stroked faster to help her along.

            I was ready for a quick change. With Elsie on the bed and her legs pulled back, I positioned myself like Dad had done with me. I stroked and then added deep circles with the strokes, increasing the pressure on her clit and mine. I was having results; she was puffing and panting with little squeaks and groans.

            I sensed she was close to cuming from her actions the other day. I went deep and held then did multiple circles. Then I put all my effort into pounding our pussy’s together. It was almost a whisper, ”I’m cuming, fuck me, fuck me.” Then “Ohh God.”

            Her legs started tremble and shake and then started to go ridged so I let them down. She pulled me to her and attacked my mouth as I continued to fuck her and grind on her. She came one more time hard. Her arms flopped down, she stopped kissing; she had passed out.

            I pulled off her watching and waiting. Carol was looking at me. Slowly Elsie came around.

            ”OK girl. How was it? The room wants to know. Good enough to want to do it again or never again,” I said.

            ”Again with the bigger one – but tomorrow. Then I want James,” she said.

            Carol’s eyes were wide and she was smiling. She handed me a new condom and the lube. We repeated the process. Elsie was quiet then slowly got noisy. Carol was totally different; very vocal from the beginning, more ‘give me more, Oh god it feels so good, harder, fuck me’, whimpering and moaning with each stroke. She was getting louder with each one.

            Carol’s body became involved before the dildo was half inserted. She place her hands on my hips – I thought to slow the insertion, instead she cupped my ass, thrust her hips and yanked at the same time. For a while I was along for the ride.

            She came once, ”Don’t stop keep going,” as she came a second time. I pushed her legs back and pounded our groins and body parts slapping together. She went suddenly quiet, her body started shaking, she tried to say something but nothing came out. Her eyes went all white and she collapsed.

            I pulled out – there was a gush of fluids. I should have used more towels I thought. She was still breathing and she slowly came around. By then I had removed the strapon and the dildo from it. The condoms and wrappers were wrapped in tissue and in my trash can.

            Elsie was sitting beside her on the bed touching. I asked the same question again.

            ”Yes. Tomorrow the bigger one and I want James too. Do you think he can do both of us?” Carol asked.

            ”Go get in the shower and wash the sex smell away before anyone comes home. I will put things away and bring in the blankets and towels. You do know the two of you can shower together to speed things up. Then we will have a long talk if you like,” I said.

            The toys went back into the box. At the pool I dove in, made two laps and then dried off. I had everything back in the house and was back in a sports bra and shorts when they came down.

            We talked quietly about today’s experience with the dildo and the strap-on. I admitted it was a new experience for me as well as them.

            Both volunteered to correct that the next time we could get time together.

            Everything was normal as Dad, James and Bob came home.

            The girls, Bob and James played with the TV while Dad and I went to the office while supper cooked.

            As soon as we stepped into the office I pulled him to me and kissed.

            “I am so horny!” as I stroked his cock through his pants. “But I will wait for later,” as I kissed him again.

            Edit by Alfmeister

            Proof read by Bob W.

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Chapters 7 & 8

Chapter 7

            At 630 I was cooking breakfast; at 730 I was driving to town in the six wheel truck with Dad in the right seat. I turned into the mill and stopped short of the scale to wait on the weigh master to change the light to green – then pulled forward.

            Dad got out to watch my position on the scale, too far to the right and I would be off the scale. I was good as the light changed-  I pulled forward then stopped when it changed to red. With the truck stopped they took samples of the grain to check moisture content, temperature, and check for mold.

            Dad had me to get out of the truck and introduced me to the scale-house crew.

            ”This is my daughter Mary – she is going to be driving the grain trucks this summer. This is her first time so I would appreciate all the help you can give her so she can learn how to do it safely,” Dad said.

            Our conversation was cut short as another truck had pulled behind us. We were directed to dump at Bin 7. Bin 7 had a full truck dump that I needed to stop at. The dump master unlatched the rear door of the truck and then lifted the front of the truck high for the grain to run out.

            When the truck was down, he latched the rear door of the truck and then I drove over the scale again and was handed a weight ticket for the load. Today the process took less than twenty minutes and then I was headed home.

            The Peterbilt was loaded and I began the learning process to drive it using all ten gears instead of three or four. Dad must have had me stop fifty times and start from a standstill as well as taking all the side roads with hills. Then I had to back the trailer into farm lanes without any help from him; that was a challenge.

            It was three hours later that I pulled the Pete back on the scale. The process was the same, just a little different because of the size of the truck. We went to a different bin this time – a pull through because this trailer was a bottom dump. It was divided into two sections with each having doors underneath that were air controlled. With the truck properly positioned the dump master activated the levers on the side of the truck to open the door. When all the grain was out he closed them and the truck pulled ahead so the next doors were in position and the dump master repeated the process.

            I pulled on the scales to get the empty weight and ticket. All the guys gave me a thumbs up. As we left I goosed the truck a little, even jumping a couple of gears that were not needed when the truck was empty as Dad had taught me.

            ”Well, in two loads you have hauled seventy five thousand pounds of grain. That’s 8200 dollars to pay some bills,” Dad said.

            ”James should have the other truck filled. You can take it solo while he is filling the Pete again and then you can take it. If all that works out without any trouble, you can call Elsie and Carol to see if they want to ride with you for the last load today,” Dad said.

            ”Don’t let them distract you from the driving,” Dad added.

            ”Driving will always be first,” I said.

            ”After I do that can I go back to town in the pickup? I need to pick up some things at the big box,” I said.

            ”Let’s see how you do and how tired you are after last night,” he said with a grin.

            ”I’m sleeping with you tonight; you might want to catch a nap,” I said. Then we both laughed.

            The next load went without issues as did the load with the Peterbilt.

            As I handed Dad the weight tickets, ”May I call Elsie and Carol?”

            ”I already had when I heard you coming; they should be here in a few minutes. Make sure they wear their seat belts,” Dad said.

            I had just finished walking around and checking the truck over when they drove in on the Gator. The cameras were clicking taking pictures of the trucks and me for their Mom.

            They never stopped talking the whole way, wanting to know everything.

            We had to get out of the truck at the scales and watch the moisture test. We had a crowd of watchers. Elsie and Carol both borrowed short shorts from my dresser to wear, along with shirts that could be tied under their boobs. They carried a pair of gym shorts in case there was a need to change.

            We were home in plenty of time. Dad said we could take my truck and go to the box store.

            We went to the health clinic first. I told Carol the things she had to say to get birth control pills. Miss. Hadaway was working – we had a short reunion. A few questions and she gave Carol a three months supply with all the normal instructions.

            She took me off to the side and gave me three morning after pills.

            ”You keep these for emergencies – hold on to them yourself. They will store for three years,” she said.

            She also gave me a goodie bag filled with things she said she had to give away. There were handfuls of condoms, a bunch pocket book size tubes of lubes, several boxes of tampons, boxes of different pads and several pregnancy tests.

            At the big box I took a cart and was hoping they would shop on their own but they didn’t. I went to the pharmacy, and went down the list of things I wanted, including two boxes of the jumbo size condoms and another enema bag. I wasn’t going to run one back and forth from my bedroom to Dad’s if things got that far. In the cart went a complete remake of my bathroom to go where Mom’s things were.

            Then I went to the women’s unmentionables section for new lacy panties, thongs and bras, garters and stockings.

            In the camera section I wanted a digital camera to use with the new computer and photo paper to print pictures. Dad and I were going to make new ones for us – he just didn’t know it yet.

            Then I bought some new short shorts and tops for Elsie and Carol, also a new bikini for each. They could wear them when they were with me but not at the Jackson’s home. I also bought three pairs of gym trunks for quick cover up.

            The last place I went was to the fragrance section looking for perfumes. I wanted something close to what Mom wore but enough to be different.

            At the cashier I separated everything into three different piles; one went on the house card, another went on my card against my checking account and the other I was paying cash for.

            We had one more stop to go. That was to the far end of the strip mall and around back.

            I knocked on the back door. Tony Simkins answered the door himself. The rumor was true.

            ”I know you – you’re Mary Grant, who are these two?” he said.

            ”This is Alice and this Fran. We just want to do a quick walk through to see if there is anything to catch our eyes,” I said.

            ”There is no one in the store so you can, but if anyone comes in you have to scram out the back.”

            A quick walk through we did, lots of things were nice but the prices were high. I could do a lot better for the things I wanted at Amazon.

            ”I think we have seen all we need to see. When we decide what we want, we will be back,” I said.

            ”How about a blow job?” he asked. Tony was known to be an asshole.

            ”Two hundred bucks,” I said.

            ”That’s pretty steep for a blow job,” he said.

            ”To do it any cheaper, I would be breaking a contract. When I do Lewiston the fee is a two thousand a night. Of course the agent gets a cut and the protection gets a cut, but I keep all the tips,” I said. I was feeding him lie after lie.

            ”What do you mean protection,” he said, he had taken the bait.

            ”They are the guys who escort me to the places that the agent sets up. They break fingers, arms and legs if you break the rules like leaving a mark on me, hurt me, or leave a hickey or anything like that. Or even if you were to call me or hassle me on the street. They also collect the fees if the customer has not pre-paid,” I said.

            ”I don’t think I want a blow job. When you come back to see me I will give you half off. If my car is not here don’t knock or come in,” he said.

            I was laughing like crazy when we got into the truck.

            ”What’s so funny?” Elsie asked.

            ”James knows him. I don’t want him hassling James or me in school. It was all lies,” I said.

            We headed home and all the packages went into my bedroom. The girls had to fashion show the things I bought for them. I emptied out one of my dresser drawers for them to keep the things in my room. There would be room in the dresser with some of my things going to Dad’s room.

            I bagged up the stuff I had brought for the office and carried it down.

            The girls wanted to Skype with their Mom and send her the pictures. That was fine with me; it would keep them busy. They sent the pictures to their Mom in an email. That would give me time to start supper.

            I took a trash can to Dad’s bedroom and started throwing things away, cleaning out Mom’s medicine chest, her dresser and also her closet. I kept very little – the elastics were rotten in everything so they all went into the can.

            There were a few things I wanted to try on before I threw them away. I pushed them off to the side. There were some fancy dresses I had no memory of ever seeing Mom wear. They were mini dresses and micro mini dresses, backless, strapless and low cut.

            The bed clothes in the hamper were stinking from last night so I started a wash going.

            The Jackson kids left to go home. We were going over there tomorrow with the grain trucks to clean out Mr. Jackson’s grain bins – they were almost empty. One load of corn in the Peterbilt and load of wheat in the six wheeler would finish it up.

            While Dad and James were still searching the TV I started on the office clutter. Dad’s desk was stacked full of disorganization. Dad hated the office. Bills often went unpaid until someone called.

            I asked Dad to help me bring in the plastic table from the garage (that had become a storage shed). That was another place that was going to be cleaned out later.

            When we had it set up, he asked ”What are you going to do with it?”

            I pointed to his desk, ”Try to clean up the clutter,” I said. James was still flipping channels.

            It was the first chance today with time alone, unrushed with time. I pulled him to me and hugged Dad tight and then I kissed him softly then initiated an open mouth tongue duel. ”I love you. I have already put some things in my dresser. I will shower upstairs and be down after James is settled in,” I said.

            He had both of my ass cheeks in his hands and as if to respond he squeezed both hard and pulled me into his pelvis, lifted my feet off the floor and then kissed me again and moaned.

            I finished emptying Mom’s desk out while looking at every piece of paper. Some were obviously trash and in to the trash can they went. I found a check book that showed it had money, a safety deposit key and a couple insurance policies. I had a drawer full that needed a closer look with a clear head.

            I finally gave up on the channel flippers and announced that I was going to shower, hoping they get the message.

            Edit by Alfmeister

            Proof read by Bob W.

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Chapter 6

Chapter 6

            Out front the noise came to a halt. Dad was in the dually pulling a portable feed mixer and a feed wagon behind it. Grandpa and Grandma Jackson was following behind with a nearly new ½ ton Chevy four wheel drive pickup crew cab with a short bed. It had slightly oversize tires on it. He was pulling two flatbed hay wagons; one of them had two Gators loaded on it.

            ”James, go get the tractor so we can park the feed wagon under the shed,” he said. He pulled ahead after unhooking the wagon to allow room for the tractor. Then he unhooked the mixer and it was next under the shed.

            The Gators were lifted off the wagon with the loader. The wagons were then parked under the shed. If I read all this right, Dad was going to expand our number of beef cattle.

            ”Elsie, Carol and Bob – have you behaved yourselves today?” Grand Ma Jackson asked.

            ”Miss Jackson, they have been good as gold and are welcome anytime they want to come over,” I said.

            ”Amos, how did the truck drive?” Dad asked.

            ”It drove good, seems solid. I think it was a good buy,” he said.

            ”Elsie, when you kids come home bring this Gator with you, it’s ours. Sherman is going to run us home. You can stay awhile longer but be home before dark or whenever Sherman heads you in that direction,” Mr. Jackson said.

            ”I’ll be back in a few minutes. Mary, have you got supper planned out?” Dad said.

”Yes Dad, Sheppard’s pie with peas, biscuits and apple pie with ice cream,” I said.

            ”OK, sounds good,” he said.

            The Sheppard’s pie was easy. Mashed potatoes and ground beef cooked, then mixed in a small pie crust and stick it in the oven until golden brown. The apple pie was one of those premade; just put it in the oven at the same time.

            ”Lets fill your Gator with gas and you can drive it around to make sure it’s OK before you head home,” I said.

            They were still driving it when Dad returned home. I was just setting supper out to cool. I had the timing about right.

            ”Mary, come out and see what you think about this truck,” Dad said.

            I opened the door and slid into the seat. It had been well kept or at least cleaned very well. The vinyl seats were clean and so were the rubber mats, so it had been ordered as a farm truck. The dash was like new. There were no dents in the bed inside or outside.

            I opened the hood, looked at the engine and pulled the dipstick to look at the oil. It was clean and new.

            ”Looks like a great truck Dad! I see it has the restricted farm tag on it, you will have to get that changed. It’s limited to 25 miles from the farm, ” I said.

            ”I had the restricted tag put on it when I came through town. The truck is yours. Tomorrow we will go to town and get you the restricted license to drive it and the farm trucks. The county signed onto the plan last week. James still has several months to go before he can get his license,” Dad said.

            ”Do you remember Sid Ortel?” Dad asked.

            ”Yeah, he was on the farm committee and AG teacher at school last year,” I said.

            ”He oversees the licensing division and will give you the test tomorrow at 11. You have to drive around the block a couple times and a mile or two outside of town. He said you can’t fail – just remember the seat belt, turn signals, stop signs, lights and speed limits. I know you do all those things; you have driven to all the farms we till and around dozens of time,” Dad said.

            ”You also know the license restricts you to daylight to sundown driving, no more than three in the truck and no interstate highways, ” Dad said.

            I hugged him tight and kissed his neck and then his lips, ”Thank you, I love you so much Dad,” I said and continued to hold him.

            ”Supper should be cool enough for us to eat now,” I said.

            I couldn’t wait to tell the Jackson kids. The three in the truck meant someone was going to be odd man out but then James would be working with Dad a lot.

            James and I were excited with the truck, disappointed he could not get a license but it still gave us a little freedom. With the dishes in the washer I showered, put on my PJ’s and while sitting on the end of the couch I text Elsie the good news. We had a long conversation.

            I was up early before anyone else. I started a pot of coffee for Dad and James. I made a new pitcher of orange juice to go with breakfast. Then I went out to the yard, looked at the truck, sat in the seat and adjusted it to fit me. I adjusted the steering wheel and the mirrors. They were electric so they were easy.

            I found the jack and lug wrench under the rear seat. It was then that I looked for the spare tire, it was under the rear of the truck. I would have to try to get it down and back up by myself sometime soon. I thumped it with my hand to check the inflation. It seemed OK but a tire gauge would tell all for sure.

            The light was showing under Dad’s door. I decided to go wake up James if he was not up. He wasn’t or he was faking. I had gone into his room through our bathroom. The sheet was tented.

            I reached under and stroked his cock a couple times then rubbed my thumb around the knob spreading the slickness. Then I moved the sheet out of the way, licked and then sucked the knob into my mouth just as his eyes suddenly opened.

            ”I see this thing has recovered quite nicely from yesterday,” I said as I pulled the sheet back over it.

            ”Dad is up. I’m going to start breakfast. Do you want your usual pancakes and sausage?” I asked.

            Dad’s door was just opening as I walked by.

            ”Good morning, thank you for the truck and taking the time to drive me to the license office,” I said.

            I gave him a big extended hug that he returned for the first time. Then I kissed his neck and a kiss on the lips, ”I love you so much. I have missed getting hugs,” I said.

            ”James wants pancakes and sausage – what would you like?” I asked

            ”The same but add a couple eggs,” he said.

            ”Now that we have the mixer and could make up all kinds of feed mixtures, I wonder if we should fix up the old hen house so we can have fresh eggs and an occasional chicken to fry up,” I said.

            ”I was thinking the same thing. Maybe some hogs too – we had them years ago. I came close to buying some pigs yesterday but we had no place ready for them or any way to bring them home,” Dad said.

            The sausage was cooking and the pancake batter was ready. The griddle was hot so I started cooking the eggs and pancakes. It would all come off at the same time just as James took his seat.

            The breakfast conversation was an extension of the one Dad and I had. Dad gave James a list of things he wanted done.

            ”I’m going to take Mary into town to get her the provisional farm license. Amos is not sure how much he is going to be able to help with the wheat harvest and bean planting. You two are going to have to step up to the plate a little more this year. Mary is going to learn how to drive the farm trucks,” Dad said.

            After helping James get started in the things Dad wanted done, I drove to town with Dad in the right seat. In fact I drove all over town – every single street and side street. I stopped at every single store there was, if nothing else to buy a pack of gum.

            I drove to the farm dealer and picked what parts they had in of his parts order. Dad introduced me to the parts guys, telling them that I would be picking up most of the parts from now on.

            They were really helpful, telling me everything we needed to know to get the right parts. They even offered to set up Dad’s account to be able to look at the parts book online.

            ”We don’t have internet at home,” I said.

            “The company is coming tomorrow to set up the satellite dish and run the wires to the office,” Dad said.

            The parts guys set it up and showed me how to access it and use it for the tractors we had. I wrote down the information; when the home system was running I could change the passwords. All of this may have been helped because I was wearing what I would have worn around home today. I had on a pair of tight short shorts, a cutoff shirt tied below my bra cased boobs and my baseball cap.

            From there we went to auto parts store where I went through the same thing again. This time I got to shop for things for my truck; floor mats, seat covers and a back-rack. A back-rack went behind the cab and fit into the stake pockets. A strobe light that we would have to wire up mounted on the top of it.

            A farm truck pulling wagons needed one by law to inform other drivers that there was an oversized or slow moving vehicle on the road. Dad chose a couple of hitches to fit in the receiver to pull equipment

            Next was a cross box tool box for the bed to carry tools and equipment. Dad picked out things he thought should be in the box; heavy duty jumper cables, a tool assortment, gloves and window cleaner.

            I drove around town again, this time to practice parallel parking. I was a few minutes early to the license appointment.

            I filled out the paperwork and written test and gave them my birth certificate. Mr. Ortel took my picture, filled out a few things on the computer and then handed my license.

            ”I thought I had to take a driving test,” I said.

            ” I have seen you driving out and around all morning while doing other driving tests. You aced that parallel parking as well as anybody. I don’t need to go for a ride with you. You’re good to go, just be careful and read the restrictions of the license carefully,” Mr. Ortel said.

            The last stop was the computer store for a new desktop with a big flat screen for the extra desk in the office. It had been Mom’s desk.

             ”It’s your desk now,” Dad said.

            Then he bought a laptop and a hotspot.

            ”The dealer said you would be able to connect to the diagnostic port on the combine and tractor to look at the parts and codes if there was a problem. They ordered the cables and program for me,” Dad said.

            I drove home on a cloud; the license in my pocket, my truck, internet and a computer at home for the first time. The satellite installer was coming this afternoon at three instead of tomorrow. And I was going to be allowed to use Mom’s desk and make it my own.

            I had a lot of things to assemble when I got home and a desk to go through.

            I had just cleaned off the top of the desk and opened all the computer boxes when the installer showed up early. The place he picked on the roof was close to the office. By the time he was finished I had everything plugged in and ready for setup. He stayed an hour helping with the programming and the setup for the printer. When he left I had a notepad of addresses and passwords. After supper I would start getting programs set up.

            I went out to the shop where Dad and James were mounting the back rack, tool box and installing the things Dad had bought. Those things set it off – it looked like a real farm truck.

            ”We have a couple hours before sundown. Let’s go talk about the six wheeler grain truck,” Dad said.

            One of James’ jobs today was to fill the truck with the last year’s wheat since there was a new crop to cut in a few weeks. We had three grain bins. Dad always held back about 20% of the crop.

            Dad walked around the truck explaining everything. I had driven the truck in the fields and had even driven them illegally from one of the farms several times. He explained about the tires, air brakes – how they worked, why they worked and when they didn’t work. Both had a cat diesel – I knew that – and both were six speed transmissions.

            I was forced to struggle to open the flip hood without help. But I did it and was proud of myself and I learned that I could open it two ways. One – in front by the single handle. It took every pound of my weight and all the strength I could muster but I did it with one foot on the bumper for leverage. The other was standing beside the tire and lifting by the wheel well. It again took all my strength and I thought it was easier than the other way.

            Oil, water, belts and things that had to be checked every few days were shown to me. I closed the hood and sat in the driver seat while Dad went over some more things.

            Dad drove down the road explaining things as we went. Then it was my turn to drive. Having driven it before I did OK. I drove it all the way in town and to the mill. Even though it was closed Dad told me what happened and why and the tank numbering system. I drove home and parked the truck in the shed.

            We were walking to the house for supper when the Jackson kids came around the corner on their Gator.

            ”Did you get them? How hard was it? How bad was the test? Wow your truck looks great,” Elsie said with Carol waiting for an answer.

            I opened the license wallet that Mr. Ortel had given me and handed them my license. One would have thought they had hit the lottery. They were more excited than I was and that was going some.

            ”When can you take us for a ride if we can get Grandpa to agree?” Carol said.

            ”Mr. Grant, would you let us ride with Mary some time? We promise not to cause any trouble,” Elsie said.

            ”Mary is going to carry a load of wheat tomorrow in the grain truck. I’m going along on that one as a training run. She is going to make two more runs after the solo second one. If it works well you can go on the third run,” Dad said.

            ”That is not the only surprise I got today. Come in the house while we eat and then I will show you,” I said.

            Dad and James both enjoyed the conversation that was going on. Elsie filled Dad in on the doctor’s reports that Mr. Jackson had received today. Amos was not going to be able to help Dad or possibly do his own wheat harvest; he was going to be recovering.

            ”That will be no problem, I have already told him that we would do his wheat. It’s only about three hundred acres,” Dad said. ”We have always worked together and we will help now.”

            ”Mary, after tomorrow I will teach you how to drive the Peterbilt. We will definitely need it now. I can combine and James can plant the beans and you should be able to keep hauling the grain with the three trucks. We can use the grain wagon if we need to,” Dad said.

            With the dishes away I showed Elsie and Carol the new computers.

            ”Can we check our emails?” they both asked at the same time.

            ”This laptop is nice, it already has Zoom and Skype built in,” Carol said.

            ”Mom has Skype; let me text her and she if she is near her computer,” Carol said.

            ”She is headed into her office now. Let’s set it up. What kind of handle do you want to use?” Lisa asked.

            ”Farm girl,” I said.

            ”Oh that’s a good one.

            A few minutes later they were video chatting with their Mom. They video chatted for twenty minutes before I said, ”Girls, it’s going to be dark soon. Mr. Jackson said you have to be home before dark.”

            ”We have to go Mom! I’ll take some pictures and send them to you of Mary and the truck her Dad gave her and the grain truck she drives. Bye Mom,” they both said.

            ”Maybe tomorrow we can go swimming and play a little more,” Elsie said. Carol was smiling and nodding.

            I watch Elsie turn on the lights on the Gator as they left.

            Dad and James were flipping channels on the TV. The internet system was a joint deal with TV.

            ”It has been one busy day, I’m going to shower and will be back down,” I said.

            ”I’m going to shower when I hear you turn the water off,” Dad said.

            I was in the living room watching some trash movie with James when I heard Dad turn the water off.

            ”Go shower, I will be up in a few minutes,” I said to James.

            Dad walked into the living room, ”Where is James?” he said.

            ”He has gone to shower,” I said.

            Dad was wearing just the pajama bottoms just looking fit as he stepped into the hall. I knew what Mom had felt looking at him.

            I was wearing almost transparent panties and the thinnest frilly top I owned covered with a thin cover up that I opened when I was just inches from him. He didn’t see me, he was staring so fixed into my eyes.

            I put my arms around him and pulled him tight, kissing the side of his neck.

            ”I love you so much. You have done so much for me – for us today. I don’t know how I can ever repay you. You have made so many people happy the last few days. Did I tell I love you? Thank you from the bottom of my heart,” I said.

            I kissed his lips lightly and then harder and then kissed his neck again.

            ” You know you can put your arms around me and hold me. I won’t break,” I said.

            His arms closed around me and pulled me in tight. I kissed him again hard. I felt his tongue against my lips but it quickly retreated. I went after it and pulled him tighter as the tips of our tongues touched and played lightly.

            I felt the instant rise in his pajamas pressing hard against me. I dropped my hands lower on his back and pulled, grinding our parts together. I was wet and felt his cock throbbing against me. I didn’t want him to cum this way. I kissed him again hard. Then took his hand and led him to his bed.

            ”We can’t do this,” Dad said.     

            ”Yes we can. There is just you and me and nobody is going to know,” I said.

            I pushed him to the bed and pulled the pajama bottoms down to the floor. He stepped out of them. I saw his huge cock for the first time. The pictures did not do justice. It looked bigger and had more veins and harder. The head was almost purple and the size of a very big plum in the dim light. He was bigger than James.

            I stood and dropped the light cover and then the thin top covering my breasts. I pushed the panties down and stepped out of them. I pulled him to me, spread my legs and pushed our groins together and closed my legs tight around his cock. I reached behind to feel how much was out past my legs and it was plenty.

            Hmm – I don’t know if I am ready for this – I thought for a second. Then I took his hands, placed them on my breasts and moved his thumbs to my nipples.

            “Feel them, squeeze them, pull on my nipples,” I whispered.

            I was no longer wet, I was drenched. I had my hands on his hips now moving our bodies back and forth, stroking his cock against my pussy and clit between my legs.

            I was breathing heavy; there had already been ripples in my gut. I had felt his cock throb a time or two.

            I pushed him back on the bed and climbed in behind him. The big cock was on his belly pointing towards his head. I spread my legs and settled down on his cock. I could slide back and forth with my clit resting on it and started moving my hips to do so.

            I leaned down putting more pressure on my clit and kissed him again with open mouth and our tongues at war. The tremors in my stomach were stronger and more often. His hands found my nipples again. As he pinched my nipples my first orgasm hit – strong and hard. I cried out my pleasure between kisses.

            I continued my moving sliding motion only faster. My orgasm ended but came back twice as hard as before. This one I had to scream out. His hands went to my ass to increase the strokes.

            I was building to cum again when he cried out, ”I’m cuming!” I felt the pulses with my clit. I came again long and hard.

            I must have gone away for a minute, I realized I was kissing his neck, his hands still on my ass and I was still sliding a little and my pussy quivering, my stomach still fluttering.

            ”That was the best thing I have ever felt,” I said.

            I backed off sliding towards his feet as his cock came into view. I leaned down and lifted it to suck the last drops from the knob. I moved it off to the side and licked and sucked the cum from his belly. Dad’s eyes were staring into mine.

            ”That tastes better than I thought, I was led to believe it would taste terrible,” I said.

            I thought being older he would deflate and take a while. It didn’t deflate by much. I kept licking and sucking and it was soon rock hard again. I moved towards his mouth again.

            When I got there I kissed him. I reached back and lifted his cock, notched it against my pussy and pushed back. I felt pressure – a lot of pressure. I eased off and pressed back again and then harder. I felt myself stretching and gaining a little. So I eased off again and pressed back hard. Then I reached down and played with my clit after feeling where we were mated.

            I increased the pressure and pinched my clit. I felt a small pop and two inches were in. I had in my mind that once the plum was in it would get easier.

            I started working my hips and moving as I continued pushing back. I was gaining; four inches were in. We were almost nose to nose looking into each other eyes. I kissed him again.

            ”Play with my nipples, roll them, pinch them,” I said.

            As he did I gained more, now six inches then seven. Finally eight and I started stroking, pulling it nearly out then back. I could feel his cock against my cervix. I tried different angles, sitting up on it, moving off to the side a little. I wanted that last two inches. Slowly I got them. At the bottom of the stroke my clit was rubbing the base of his cock.

            I picked up speed and aggressiveness . He was working my nipples by sucking and kissing them and my mouth. When I was stretched and loose enough I stopped.

            ”Dad, would you do me a favor,” I said.

            ”What’s that?” he said.

            ”Would you roll us over and let me pull my legs back so you can pound me in to the woman I want to be for you? ” I said.

            A few seconds later I was on my back, my arms hooked in the crook of my knees. Dad was on his arms hovering over me, his cock balls deep against my ass and looking into my eyes.

            ”I’m ready,” I said.

            He started slow short strokes and went from there grinding his groin against mine, my clit mashed against him to almost out. Then he was out and popping it back in, picking up speed and slamming into me. I quickly learned to adjust my breathing, sucking a breath on his withdrawal strokes. I was full when he went deep, my insides taking a beating.

            My orgasm had been building; I didn’t think I could go any higher without exploding. Then Dad picked up the pace – grunting, matching my whimpers. Little lights were flashing in my eyes. Then it hit me.

            ”I cuming, I’m cuming, cum with me,” I gasped.

            ”I’m with you, I’m cuming with you” Dad said.

            I cried out – almost a scream – when I felt the heat of his cum flooding my insides.

            When I came back to reality he was still up on his arms with my legs around his torso.

            I unlocked my legs and let them relax beside us. He started to pull out.

            ”Nooo, stop, please don’t. I worked so hard to get you in there, don’t take it out yet. Lie on me. Let me enjoy it a bit longer,” I said.

            I pulled him to me and hugged then kissed him.

            I felt him slowly shrinking until he slipped out and a gush of body fluids out of me. I turned on my side.

            ”Wait, don’t get up yet, let me get you a towel,” he said.

            I wiped between my legs, then rolled the towel and stuck it between them as I tore his bed apart and remade it with dry bedding.

            ”What time go you want breakfast?” I asked.

            ”I’ll get up at six to go check the livestock and check out the trucks, have it ready at seven. Why don’t you stay here tonight?” he said.

            ”Tomorrow I will bring some of my things here and then I will,” I said as I hugged and kissed him one more time.

            ”That’s a good idea,” he replied.

            Before I took a shower I placed my leg on the edge of the tub and looked at my pussy with a hand mirror and light. I expected it to be torn and bleeding – it wasn’t but I was still gaped. To be blunt, I stunk like a skunk and I could smell myself as I stepped into the shower.

            I set my foot on the tub ledge and with the hand-held on a solid stream, I held it against my pussy and had another mini orgasm with the water jets hitting my cervix.

            I had just finished drying when I saw the light come on in James’ room. The door was unlocked so I walked in.

            ”Staying up late aren’t you?” he said.

            ”Dad and I had a lot of things to discuss and take care of,” I said.

            I pulled him over to the edge of the bed and squatted to my knees. OH that hurt and it hurt to take a deep breath. I sucked James off in record time; I was tired and sore. I gave him a cum flavored kiss and said goodnight. I set my clock for 6:30 and went to bed.

            Edit by Alfmeister

            Proof read by Bob W.

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Chapters 5 and 6 posted today

Chapter 5

I was up at seven cooking Dad a decent breakfast before he left to pick up the Jacksons. As he was leaving I gave him a hug, ”I love you, please be careful,” I said. For the first time he hugged me back.

            James and I were in the process of letting the cows back into the pasture. They had eaten enough hay and it was time for grass, but only for a couple hours a day.

            We had just finished when Elsie, Carol and Bob came into the yard from the back lane.

            Bob and James went riding Gators around the farm.

            We girls talked quietly and decided to go to my room for girl talk. I learned about small town life. They lived in a town of five thousand where there was always something going on and trouble to get into. The girls had been in to some trouble.

            Carol had been in trouble – or rather trouble found her. There had been a stalker and threatening letters. It was the reason they were sent to Grandpa’s out in the middle nowhere. At first it was just to be for a couple of weeks; last night it was for the whole summer.

            ”You can come over any time for as long as you want. I can use someone to talk to other than cows and men,” I said.

            The conversation turned to boys and sex. Like me there had been no boys and no sex. Elsie had dated but that had turned out bad the first few times. The boys she dated were poor choices. They wanted the girls drunk or doped – or both – for obvious reasons.

            Elsie was smart enough to realize all the warnings given at the school’s Sex Ed classes and other rumors were serious. Twenty girls in the junior and senior classes at their school were rumored to have had abortions or were pregnant. Our hick school didn’t even give the state required Sex Ed classes.

            I read between the lines that the pressure to fit in was immense and that being part of the booze, drugs and sex parties was the only way.

            The conversation changed to the skinny dipping and the naked sunning at the pool. They wanted to know if I would shave them or let them use the stuff while they were here.

            ”I told you I would or you can use the stuff if you like,” I said.

            They wanted to know what it was like to feel and hold James’ cock and how I felt about it.

            I filled them in on the first time that we oiled each other and that we had masturbated each other while doing so.

            ”I was scared to death at first, then intrigued, then excited. It gave me a sense of power because I knew at that time he would have done anything I wanted. The orgasms were the strongest we had ever had,” I said.

            They asked if I had thought about doing more.

            ”Yes because I want to experiment – try things – and I know James won’t hurt me and I know he wants to try things to. I’m on the pill so I won’t get pregnant. Look around – it’s me, James and the cows. I know James won’t spread rumors about what we do. There is no intent on having his baby,” I said.

            ”I get to town twice maybe three times a month. I’m not going to do a five minute wham bang. We have all heard stories about them and there are no secrets in small towns,” I said.

            ”What about you three, what was the feeling about the skinny dipping and pool play? I know there had to be some discussion about it,” I said.

            ”We did talk and we are OK with it. Bob was envious that you two were so comfortable doing that and now so are we. The way you explained it makes sense,” they said.

            ”I am on the pill but Carol is not and we want to – as you say – experiment so that makes it tough. We haven’t done anything yet,” Elsie said.

            ”I may have a couple of answers for that since you are going to be here all summer. I’m going to town Saturday to shop at the big box when Dad makes the trip. The clinic is next door; I will see if I can get some pills and free condoms. The school nurse that set me up on the pill is on staff there so that is a possibility,” I said.

            ”I found some dildos and a strap on harness that were Mom’s so we can experiment with them too,” I said.

            ”Let’s go to my room and I will shave you and we can talk some more, then go lay out by the pool and decide how far we are going with James and Bob.

            I locked James’ bathroom door then I clipped and shaved both of them. Both of them had bigger clits that I did with the hair gone and both became aroused in the process.

            After I finished I showed them the dildos, vibrators and harness and we had another discussion.

            That’s when I told them that I had held back one bit of information about the first time at the pool.

            ”That night we did oral on each other. It was wonderful and satisfying and we plan to do a lot more of it,” I said.

            I had to explain it in detail and the difficulties with James’ size, how it felt and what cum tasted like.

            I asked if they were open to experimentation; what were their thoughts on girl on girl? They had friends that did it often so the suggestion was not a shock and was a possibility.

            We has spent long enough talking, so with towels, shorts and a cover up, blankets and lotion in hand we were laying out by the pool, oiled up and sunning when James and Bob returned. We were still talking about all the things that we might be interested in doing. I added a couple of things to my private list to pick up at the box store.    

            James brought a blanket – the ones we were on were full. There was a discussion about Carol and Elsie now being bare.

            Just to rattle the chains, ”James, why don’t you take Bob in the house and remove the birds nest so we are all the same here,” I said.

            ”No way is he touching me there with a razor. You can do it, you have experience around delicate body parts,” Bob said.

            The rest of us broke out into laughter.

            ”Come on girls lets go get the stuff. We can do it out here,” I said.

            A pan of hot water, clippers, cord, razors, towel and gel; we were ready. There were giggles and a lot of ribbing. The hot towel covering the jewels after the clippers were finished was a riot.

            Bob was excited as soon as I touched him. The cold gel caused it to shrivel for a couple minutes; that created another round of good natured ribbing. But it soon was back to full staff.

            I cleaned off the leftover gel and then checked for missed hair. There were only a few strands that were soon removed.

            While we were gathering the stuff I asked the girls if he should be rewarded for going along with us.

            ”We can give him a blow job, you two can start and I will finish him off unless you want to taste his cum,” I said.

            ”Think about it, when I finish I will ask you one or three. If you say three I will move out of the way and be the last. If he comes quickly don’t worry about, it he may not go soft at all or recover very fast,” I said.

            I looked at them, ”One or three,” I said.

            ”Three,” both said.

            I backed out of the way and Carol took my place and licked the pre-cum off the head.

            ”Lick it, slurp on it, get it wet, work your mouth up and down on it, cover your teeth with your lips an use your tongue around the knob. You have a gag reflex that we will talk later about how to overcome it,” I said.

            Bob was getting into it and so was Carol; she had her hand in her crotch, her fingers were busy.

            ”Carol you need to let Elsie have a turn,” I said.

            Carol backed away and Elsie took her place. It was already slick with slobber and Elsie went for it all. She coughed once at the reflex but the next time went all the way to the root and stayed there. Then she started a rhythm that went from the knob to the base.

            ”I’m going to cum,” Bob said loudly.

            Elsie jumped back and I took over and went to the base as Bob started spurting in my throat. I pulled off enough that I had plenty in my mouth. I showed the girls and swallowed. Then I licked the last few drops from the knob and sat back on my butt.

            James’ cock looked like it was ready to explode, the knob red and swollen with excitement.

            ”Girls, there is another one ready if you want to practice more,” I said.

            Within minutes James was in the throes of his orgasm. Elsie kept on sucking; she was trying to get his cock deeper in her throat but was not having any better success than I did. She gagged several times trying. Finally she just sucked him dry with shallow strokes.

            I was ready for more and pulled Bob over for his first pussy eating lesson. I pulled him over and attacked his mouth and tongue. Then I stuck my boob in his mouth and pulled his hand to the other one.

            “Squeeze, roll the nipple between your fingers – lightly pinch it. That’s it, a little harder. Don’t leave any marks on them,” I said.

            ”OK! That’s enough,” as I pushed him lower to my pussy. I was afraid there would be hickeys and that would be a no -no.

            ”Lick, use plenty of tongue action. If you don’t know that thing that looks like a little dick is my clit. It is extremely sensitive like the head of your cock only more so.”

            ”Spread the lips gently with your fingers. Notice there are two sets of lips; the larger outer one that are visible then a set of smaller ones. As I get excited they swell and get puffy and sensitive. They are the ones that will increase the pleasure of sex for both of us, pulling and stretching when your cock in there or if I play with toys. That is not going to happen today,” I said.

            By now I had an audience. Both girls were within inches of Bob’s head watching what he was doing. And James was staring down.

            ”That’s it, just like that. Add a little more pressure. OH Yes – a little faster. Slide your tongue in the hole a couple times, work it around the entrance. You’re going to make me cum soon. OH – OH yes. Gently suck my clit between your lips then work your tongue over it. Oh that feels so good,” I said.

            James hard-on was sticking straight out again. I reached for it and he followed it to my lips and into my mouth. I wasn’t a good position to do this but I finally was able to get part of it and stroke the rest.

            My hips started thrusting on their own, rising against Bob’s face. I was stroking James’ cock hard and fast. Just as he started to squirt I screamed! My whole body went rigid as I grabbed Bob’s head with my other hand, pulling it against my clit as hard as I could.

            I must have drifted away for a minute. Elsie was asking if I was OK. Everyone was smiling.

            ”WOW never had one like that before! I need to rest a minute,” I said.

            It only took a minute, “Carol lie here, Bob spread her legs and put your mouth to work again. Elsie you lie here, James you do the same – make her happy the same way.”

            I walked to the deep end of the pool and stepped in. I needed a quick cool down and rinse off. I swam to the steps and walked out. I poured myself a glass of lemonade, took a mouth-full and swished it several times before spitting it out by the fence. Then I downed the rest of the glass.

            I kneeled by Carol – she was on a short fuse so I started kneading both breasts and then rolled and pinched the nipples. She opened her eyes wide and opened her mouth. I bent over and kissed her with plenty of tongue play and continued working on her breast and nipples.

            She put her arms to hold my head, kissed me back just as hard and then screamed in my mouth as she came. Her legs went straight, she thrust her pelvis up and then collapsed, whimpering.

            James was still working on Elsie. He had her legs pushed back to take the pressure off his neck. From the verbals he was doing darn well. I did the same thing to her I did to Carol. Moments later the result was the same.

            ”We all need to get in the pool to cool off and get the sweat off, and then lay in the sun. What time is it? Anybody know? Wow! We have been going at this three hours,” I said.

            ”Let’s make some sandwiches and then we need to lay in the sun a couple hours and get dressed so we don’t get caught,” I said.

            A half an hour we were back sitting at the table and chairs by the pool eating.

            ”I know you don’t need to hear this but I am going to say it anyhow. Whatever you do, do NOT get touchy feely, even if you think you are being secretive around your grandparents. They will see you. They have the eyes of an eagle and you will get caught. Do not hold whispering conversations even fifty feet away. They have the ears of an elephant, they will hear you. I do not have to tell you what will happen to your and our summer if you get caught,” I said.

            ”Another thing I will say this to both of you – young men. That’s right, with what you have done today you are no longer boys -you are men and that carries some responsibilities,” I said.

            ”Elsie and I are on the pill and when WE get ready you can try to screw our brains out. But not before WE get ready so don’t even try to pressure us. That brings me to Carol.”

            ”Do not think you can jerk off on her pussy or put your hands on her pussy when the may be contaminated with sperm. Another thing for us girls – we cannot suck on her after swallowing a load without washing out our mouths. To protect ourselves, we must protect her,” I said.

            ”Dad has some combine parts that that are in and some more that will be in Friday. I’m going to tell him I need a few things from the big box store so maybe I can go with him. I want to get some more condoms and lubes. If this arrangement works out, I have some experimenting I want us to do,” I said.

            ”The health clinic is next door. I will try to get Carol some birth control pills there if I can and some other things. We just have to keep cool heads and not let things get out of hand for now,” I said. ”Now let’s tan.”

            We tanned for two hours. There was plenty of help applying lotions but no serious touchy feeling.

            At four there was a racket coming up the lane and a scramble putting on clothes and shoes. We went out to the yard to see what all the commotion was about.

            Edit by Alfmeister

            Proof read by Bob W.

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The Grants Chapter 4

I left the Gator in the shed and was walking to the house when I heard the Jackson Gator coming behind me. Dad and James still were not home. Dad wanted corned beef and cabbage tonight.

            I bought the ingredients at the box store when I was there. It didn’t take long to start – big pot of water, cut up the cabbage and add three cans of corned beef, add some seasonings and let cook, stir occasionally and let simmer at the end.

            ”You didn’t give us a phone number so we could call tomorrow,” Carol said. They were sitting at the table talking and asking questions again while I made supper.

            Dad and James drove in and unhooked the livestock trailer.

            ”I have to go back in town and pick up the co-ops portable pen for the vet to use tomorrow. It’s going to take a couple hours,” Dad said.

            ”It will take that long for supper to finish up,” I said.

            ”Are you up for an hour and a half of swimming?” I asked the group.

            ”James, you need to take a quick shower before getting in the pool – you stink like a cow,” I said to laughs.

            We carried the blankets and towels out for us to lay on and the bottles of lotion. I shucked my shorts and shirt as did my guests and dove into the pool. We were swimming laps when James came down and joined us. He had on his swim trunks – they were soon gone.

            An hour later we were on the blankets sunning. I oiled James’ front and he mine – including his now hard cock – to groans from the other girls and Bob (as I found out he liked to be called). James took plenty of time on my boobs and crotch to more groans.

            “You girls need to oil up unless you are waiting on James to do it for you,” I said.

            ‘‘If James does them, you have to do me,” Bob said. He may have been fourteen but he could think fast.

            There was a lively discussion between the girls. They decided not today until they had more time to think it over and talk about it.

            The girls were average C cups, healthy – not heavy, both were five seven and weighed one ten and one twenty. Bob was at least 160 and five ten and his cock was about seven inches long.

            When the hour was up, ”James, you need to take Bob to your room and fast showers – and I mean fast – then the girls and I will do the same so there are no unwanted questions by anyone. Come on guys, get with it. Dad will be home soon!”

            The girls and I went into my room. I threw an old blanket on the bed so it would not be saturated with oil. We talked while the boys showered.

            ”How did you get started shaving out in the country like this? We thought it was just a city thing,” Elsie said.

            ”It happens everywhere. For me it was a very small swimsuit that I can’t wear anywhere. I trimmed, liked the feel and then it was all gone,” I said.

            ”How about James, how long has he shaved and how long have you been doing the oil thing?” Carol asked.

            ”Yesterday was the first for both, all that hair takes up too much lotion. He caught me naked while sunning by the pool. The only way to make sure he didn’t tell Dad was to make him a partner in crime,” I said with a laugh.

            ”Would you shave us down there? We can’t do anything like that at Pop-pops – the bathroom is super small and we do not have anything to do it with and I’m sure they would never let us buy the stuff to do it with. Mom-mom and Pops watch us like hawks,” Elsie said.

            ”Dad’s going to an equipment auction in the next county the day after tomorrow. Maybe James and Bob will go with him and you could stay here,” I said.

            The boys were done and I sent the girls to shower, then I finished the cycle. We were in the kitchen when Dad came home. The meal was done; I got out the ice tea and he and James were ready to eat. Me, I had the last of the left-over spaghetti.

            I got Dad off to the side and asked if he was still going to the auction – he said he was.

            ”Can you take James and Bob with you so I can have some girl time with Elsie and Carol?” I asked.

            ”Sorry, but I already have a truck full,” he replied.

            ”OK,” was all I could say, even though I was disappointed.

            At 7 we were setting up the portable pen for the vet. After looking at it I knew what the function was. It was six gates that narrowed to two just the width of a cow. At the end of it was a big stanchion, basically two heavy metal gates that closed on the cow’s neck that were lever controlled. When they closed they locked – the cow was now trapped by the head.

            The vet could give shots, castrate, dehorn or in this case do artificial insemination. When finished the gates were opened and they were large enough for the cow to walk out. There were two bars that were slid through so the vet could not get kicked. The whole thing was fastened by driving big round stakes in the ground to hold it in place. I knew I was going to get sent to the house for this for sure.

            The vet was late; it was 9 when she arrived. Did I say she? Marie Sanger was thirtyish wearing jeans, a pair of black knee high boots that most old farmers wore and a baseball cap with her ponytail out the back.

            She walked to the fence and counted cows and looked at their general condition. She handed Dad a notebook with pictures of bulls and some of their offspring.

            ”I would chose a bull from the first ten pages for heifers, especially since you are growing them for beef. You want a bull that has a history of small solid calves with a good survival rate for the first six months. If you go with bigger bulls there may be birthing problems and you lose both about 20% of the time. I would recommend that we give them a shot of vitamins while we have them penned,” she said.

            ”How many did Jackson’s bull service?” she asked.

            ”Four of the three year olds. The heifer that he broke down was the first of the heifers.”

            Dad picked out ten from the book while she got everything ready.

            There were ten vials from the stainless tank that was very cold. Then ten long plastic hollow tubes with a little squeeze bulb on the top and ten disposable 10cc needles.

            ”Young lady, your job is to hand me the tube and the syringe when I ask for them,” she said.

            Dad was getting ready to say something and started to, but stopped.

            I guessed I was not going to be sent into the house after all.

            She sucked the contents of the vial into the plastic tube by first squeezing the bulb and filled the first syringe with a mix of vitamins. She and James herded the first victim into the stanchion as Dad controlled the gate and then James shoved the bars across.

            Wearing a long plastic glove that went to her shoulder, she squirted a glob of lube on it then – with James holding the tail off to the side – she shoved her arm up the rectum almost to her shoulder.

            ”Hand me the tube,” she said.

            I watched as she slid the tube into the cow’s vagina and squeezed the bulb again and with withdrew the tube and her crap covered hand at the same time. Peeling off the shoulder glove, she threw it on the ground.       

            ”Hand me the syringe,” she said then it was tossed over the fence and the cow let loose.

            ”Now that you have seen what I need, I want you to fill a new syringe with vitamins and a tube with serum. That way we can get this job over with quickly,” she said.

            She showed me how to get both ready, including a new shoulder glove and a regular latex glove for her other hand. Then the next cow was caught.

            I followed her instructions; sliding the plastic glove up to her shoulder and the regular glove on the other hand. In another thirty minutes we were done.

            ”You did well, if you are looking for a summer job I could use a helper,” she said.

            ”May be next year when I have a license,” I said.

            ”OK, I thought you were already sixteen, keep it in mind,” she said.

            We disassembled the pen so Dad could take it back. James and I cleaned up the trash. The vet was going to but Dad insisted that we could take care of it.

            Dad and James were gone for two hours. I was left to my own vices. I went to my room, retrieved the magazines from the hiding spot and looked at page after page of pictures. I studied every picture, every stretch and every facial expression.

            I came to the point that I could imagine if the girl was enjoying what she was doing when the picture was snapped – or not. Some were and others were not by the look on their faces and the eyes told the story for all. I decided that in a few they were in great discomfort and some in pain. Big toys and big dicks were the source of most discomforts.

            The girl on girl magazine was interesting; all of them were enjoying themselves from the smiles. I then realized that most of those pictures were staged for the camera and being a woman, if the partner was uncomfortable they changed to make it better. In the other magazine it came to me that the pictures were still shots taken while a porn movie was being made. I could see the cameras, lighting, and the crew in the shadows. These women were uncomfortable because these pictures were snapped while the action was going on. They were going to have to endure the pain until the director stopped it.      

            I saved the anal magazine for last because it had pages of articles with diagrams in it. It was more of a how to than anything like how to clean out and clean up any toys. There were articles about diet changes if anal was going to be part of normal play. Diets that needed to be heavy in fiber and drinks that helped reduce the UTI that was inevitable when sexually active, especially when anal was added to the mix. I would add both to the new grocery list, including fiber tablets just in case I wanted to experiment with James later.

            I remembered that when I was younger Mom had a drawer in her dresser that was always locked. I now wondered what if anything was in it and I remembered where she hid the key. I was watching through the slightly opened door when she was putting things away one day.

            I changed the sheets every week and knew that the room had not changed since Mom had died. Many of her things were still there where she left them. I guess Dad could not bring himself to throw them away.

            It would still be a while before they came home. I opened to door to Dad’s room and went to Mom’s dresser. I slowly began a drawer by drawer search – all the normal things were there: panties, bras, stockings, garter belts, even some lacy things. Other drawers held shorts, slacks, socks and tees. They had not been moved in five years.

            The bottom drawer was still locked. The key was still in the jewelry box. In it was baby doll pajamas, thongs, bras, crotch-less panties and bras that had holes for the nipples to be exposed.

            There were two boxes. In the first one I opened were padded handcuffs and bracelets along with clamps that I now knew were nipple clamps and other toys that I had seen in the pictures.

            In the other larger box were four dildos, from a small one and increasing in size until the big one was as big as or bigger than James. There was a harness like I had seen in the magazines and several battery powered toys. I was sure they would be no good if the batteries were left in them and they were. I was surprised when they ran a little as I turned them on.

            In that box was a packet of Polaroid pictures wrapped in plastic. I took a deep breath as I looked through them. It was Mom in the baby dolls doing all kinds of poses. There were some on her knees – naked – looking back at the photographer while smiling.

            Then there were the ones of her using the vibrators and dildos and several that took my breath. She was sucking Dad’s cock. It was every bit as large as James – maybe bigger – at various depths and one where her nose was against his shaved crotch. There was a mischievous look in her eyes and obvious pleasure. And then there were several of her wearing the strapon.

            Dad was on his knees with his hands cuffed behind his back. Another showed his butt and the dildo slick with lube just starting into his anus. I placed those back as I had found them.

            I took a couple of the midsize dildos and one vibrator to my room and carefully put things back in the drawer, locked it and put the key away.

            Mom and Dad had a kinky streak and were obviously sexually imaginative, experimental and playful and now I knew where I got my traits from. I checked all the perfumes on Mom’s dresser and remembered the smells of Mom.

            Then I went into the bathroom. There was a double sink and a double vanity that I cleaned each week since she died. I had never gone through the medicine cabinet that was on her side. Today I did.

            There were lotions and birth control pills that were long out of date and certainly not trustworthy. Then there were several tubes of lubes: KY and Anal Ease, a tube of anal lube with a numbing agent. All the tubes were hard as a brick.

            There was a box of condoms, well out of date by the number codes. I noticed they were extra-large – either they were used on the big dildo or Dad. I knew where James got his size from. I wondered why condoms had an expiration date on them. Then I realized that latex deteriorated with age and simply fell apart when touched or stretched.

            There were girls at school who had become pregnant during the school year – the story was the condom broke. But I also heard there were things that could be done to condoms that caused them to break or not work.

            When I cleaned in here on Saturday I would clean out this side without asking. Then I had a thought; I would replace the lubes with new in case Dad found a women he wanted to bring here.

            I had hooked up the tractor to the offset bush hog and was cutting along the fence line when Dad and James came home. It would take me three hours to finish just the first big pasture. It was a hot boring job, but easy because the tractor was hydrostatic with a foot pedal.

            The bush hog was on a sliding frame running low to the ground. Simply pull past a fence post and hit the lever to extend it under the fence, back up until I touched the post then forward until I touched the next post, then retract the cutter. I had to do this two hundred times just in the first pasture.

The tractor had no cab so I had put on the small bikini bottom that I was not supposed to wear and a tee that as soon as I started came off so I was topless. I also had on my sunglasses.

            It was noon time when I spied Dad coming on the Gator. I was two thirds done on the first pasture. I knew it was Dad because of the hat. James hated hats unless it was cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey – as Dad liked to say.

            I shut off the tractor, stepped down off the tractor and walked to meet Dad.

            ”What are you doing like that?” he asked.

            ”I’m multitasking; cutting the fence line and working on my tan,” I said.

            ‘‘Somebody might see you,” he said.

            ”There is only me and the cows and I don’t think they are bothered,” I said

            ”I brought some cold lemonade, what if I had sent James?” he said.

            ”He would have to stop at the barn on the way back for a jerk off session. You know he does that several times a day,” I said.

            ”How do you know that?” he asked.

            ”He thinks he is slick but there are things that gives him away,” I said.

            ”I’ll say something to him,” he said.

            ”Don’t you dare. How many times did you do it when you were his age? It wasn’t that long ago. You haven’t forgotten have you?” I said with a grin.

            ”Ugh, OK,” he said.

            I poured the rest of the lemonade into my thermos and handed him the one he brought.

            ”Dad, before you go – would you do me a favor?” I asked.

            ”Sure, what do you need?” he replied.

            ”Would you put lotion on my back?” I said as I handed him the bottle.

            I had put him in a trap. He couldn’t say no or walk away. I leaned, arms extended and spread against the tractor tire.

            ”Do my sides too while you are at it,” I said.

            He applied the lotion almost like a feather, ”Dad, you have to rub it in a little,” I said. Then he applied a little more pressure.

            ”Ok, finished,” he said.

            ”You forgot to do my sides.”

            When he finished I took the bottle, ”Thank you Dad. You know I love you. I don’t think we have told each other that enough lately. I know you loved Mom immensely as we all did and I look a lot like Mom. But you should be able to say you love me. And I do love you,” I said.

            I finished the first pasture and moved to the smaller one; it was only going to take a little over an hour. Then I was going to lay out by the pool. I put the tee back on before I drove the tractor into the shed. When I rounded the building the dually truck was backed up in front of the door. James and Dad were removing all the farm materials from the back seat and floor.

            I used the shop-vac to start on the front removing months of dirt and dozens of screws and nuts. It took two bottles of Windex to clean the dirt off the dash and the windows and a box of q-tips to detail the vents.

            ”Dad, does this thing have a fresh air filter?” “Yeah it might, the parts store sent a box of stuff. I don’t know where they went. I never got around to sending them back. They are on the back bench.”

            I found the manual in the glove box that gave the location of the filter and how to get it out. It was a wonder there was any air in the cab at all. It was packed full and even had grass sprouting in it. By luck there was one in the parts box and it fit.

            With the cab interior done, we washed the outside with the pressure washer, then hand washed it. It looked like a new truck.

            ”Farmer Jackson said his grandkids are coming over tomorrow. Is that right?” Dad asked.

            ”Yes! They are coming over after you pick up Mr. and Mrs. Jackson. I will watch after them,” I said.

            ”What are you going to do with the boys?” he said.

            ”I think there will be talk about the vet and I’m sure they will be riding the Gators. I think Bob will take advantage of a little freedom from his grandpa’s watchful eyes. I think they are riding a very close watch on them. May be you can pick up why?” I said.

            James and Dad had leftover cabbage and I cooked a steak sandwich. After the dishes were in the dishwasher I went to my room to shower and shave things smooth again, then put on pajama bottoms with a tee shirt.

            I was on the couch with James – he on one end and me on the other – when Dad decided he was going to shower. When he came out he was wearing a pair of pajamas we had given him for Christmas several years ago.

            ”I’m going to bed,. I may be gone when you get up,” he said

            I rose off the couch, ”Good night Dad. I love you,” I said as I hugged him tight and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

            ”I love you both, good night,” he said.

            Edit by Alfmeister

            Proof read by Bob W.

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