Disclaimer everyone in this story is over 18.
This story is part 2 about growing up very poor on a small garden farm in the 1970s. We made our living growing cash crops of vegetables and selling them at farmers markets.
One summer when I turned 19 years old my Dad ran off with another woman. That left my Mom to raise my Sister and Me on the small farm that was passed down by Her parents.
My Mom at the time was 34 years old was a very sexy Milf with a body full of curves with long blonde hair and blue eyes just an absolutely gorgeous lady that always drew attention from the Men at the markets and all my friends. They often joked they'd like to bang her but I didnt think She wasn't interested.
She had been only 15 when I was born and then 18 months later My little Sister Ruth was born.
So with Dad out of the picture I quickly became the Man of the house and was in charge of trucking the crops to market and alot of the garden work was done by hand by Mom and Ruth and Myself.
We hardly made enough money to pay the taxes to keep up the old place and had to live off the land with little to no money.
Mom did all the cooking and sewing and made most of our clothing so as the materials got more expensive Her and Ruths dresses got shorter and shorter it wasnt long after I would start catch glimpses of Moms pussy and ass as She bent over doing field work wearing Her short homemade dresses She was so hot in Her dress seeing those big melons and her curvy ass would drive any man crazy sometimes She would be mowing and weeding wearing a flimsy halter top and daisy dukes, leaving her bare cheeks of her big round ass and big tits to be displayed to any passerby.
She constantly got yells and whistles from the men and boys that passed by her house.
It had been long summer of hard work and we could barely get and kept bills paid. So being the Man of the house since my father left us. To keep from losing the farm. I had get a job at a sawmill near town. This left my Mom and sister Ruth to take care of the farm while I was working.
One day things where slow at the mill so I got off work early I headed home to help with the chores. When I got near our house I thought I could hear the steady sound of clapping and the sounds of my Momma singing or praying out loud just humming along with the clapping
