Down on the farm with Johnny
Down on the farm takes on a whole new meaning.
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Lights were turned on in the Victorian farmhouse. Upstairs, Johnny Martin was sitting at his desk in his t-shirt and under shorts. His studying was done but he was thinking about college. He was ready to graduate and he was offered a Physics scholarship on the west coast, but that would take him away from the farm. Without him at home he was afraid his mom would lose the farm. After his parent's divorce, his mom was emotionally very fragile. The farm was one of the few stable things she could hang on to. But it wasn't just his mom. Johnny also loved the farm. He loved to see the fields turn green as the crops grew. He loved the sunset over the trees, even the winter blanket of snow.
His mother and father were to split the money from the sale of the crops every year, but Johnny ended up doing most of the farming. His mom had offered to buy out his father, but out of spite he demanded an outlandish price for his half.
So Johnny figured he had three problems: Keep his mom happy, keep the farm and get to college. The solution wasn't integral calculus; it was worse.
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"Johnny get down here," his mom shouted."
Oh no he thought. It sounds like mom is really upset.
"Johnny, right now."
He headed downstairs and into the kitchen. His slender mom had just came home from her work at the bank. She was just a head shorter than his five eleven, and in her button down shirt and knee length skirt he thought she looked better than any girl in high school. Her hair was disheveled.
"The tellers at the bank; they told me. Robert married that slut. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Dad ran out a long time ago Mom. It shouldn't matter anymore."
" Well it matters to me," she said slamming a shot glass down - throwing amber droplets on the counter top.
This was serious because mom never drank.
"Stinking cocksucker"
She paused. "Actually it is kind of funny," she said with a strange look on her face.
"Oh Maggie he would beg. Please do me. You are so good. Please. Damn right I was good. Fat lot it did me after all."
John started to back away.
"Don't you believe me?" she accused her son.
"Come here."
She grabbed him by the front of his shorts and pushed him back against the kitchen table. Before he could react she pushed down his shorts revealing his privates. Reaching up she cradled his balls in her hand and started stroking his dick.
"Its been awhile since I've done this," She sighed.
He squirmed.
"Hold still unless you want me to really squeeze those balls."
As he shook his head no, she lowered her head and sucked in his dick. She slowly slid her lips up and down his shaft. He couldn't help himself and started to respond. Then she started to swirl her tongue around his dick. She kept on. This is so wrong, but it feels so good he thought. His body was betraying him. His muscles started tightening up. She looked up at him.
"Just let it go," she said.
He needed no more encouragement as spasms radiated from his groin throughout his body and he shot his load. With a full mouth, his mom got up, went to the sink, sipped some water and spat into it.
* * *
Johnny pulled up his shorts and headed for the stairs.
"Hold on there," his mom said. "Where do think you are going. Now you are out of here huh. Is it oh Maggie I'm sorry but I have work to do. I don't have time. Get back here you."
Johnny came back slowly. She pulled the chair from the table for him to sit in. Then she pulled down her panties and sat on the edge of the table. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head towards her pussy. Johnny saw that it was shaved clean.
"Mom, please."
"Just start kissing at first"
He started first on her thighs then started up.
"Very good. Just keep doing that."
After a few minutes.
"Now add a tongue. Keep going. Oh you are a fast learner."
She was moaning and squirming now.
"Don't stop now."
He traced and tasted her fleshy contours. He found her bud and circled it with the tip of his tongue. He grabbed her butt and buried his face in her crotch. Her whole body shook with the onslaught of her orgasm.
* * *
They both laid there him with his head between her legs. Finally getting up, he made it upstairs. His head was too rattled to read or surf the net so he just sat there staring out the window.
Close to bedtime there was a soft knock on the door. Mom walked in wearing her faded flannel nightgown.
"Come hold me tonight," she said.
This he didn't mind. He had spent too many nights listening to her cry in her room. Taking his hand she led him to her bedroom. Climbing in bed he pulled her back up to his chest. She reached around and pulled his hand to her breast. He felt the warmth of her soft body as he lay still. I will wait until she is asleep and go back to my own bed he thought.
The sun was lighting up the blinds. His mom was standing by the bed.
"Wake up John, I want you to go pee," said his mom.
He got up and went into the bathroom. His mom came in and tore off some toilet paper. After dabbing his dick she pulled up her nightgown and sat down on the toilet. She pulled him forward and put his dick into her mouth as she peed. John wanted her to stop, but at this point it seemed it was too late. She stood up, wiped herself and led him back into the bedroom. She undressed him and pushed him back on the bed. She got on the bed on her hands and knees and worked on his dick some more.
"I think we are ready," she said. She straddled him and lowered herself engulfing him with her pussy.
"Mom," he started to object.
Leaning forward she started riding him up and down.
"I have been thinking about this all night long and cannot hold out any longer."
After only a few strokes with her pussy, she gave out a scream and began to orgasm. She then laid on his chest enjoying the after glow.
She rose up.
"Now its your turn," she said. She started squeezing his member with her pussy while starring at him with her blue eyes. He put his hands on her nightgown covered breasts. He gently squeezed them.
"You loved those as a baby," she said pulling the nightgown over her head revealing her naked breasts.
He couldn't believe it. They were so inviting. He caressed their sides. He lifted them and felt their weight. He pushed them back and forth to watch them sway. Then he placed his palms over her aureoles and felt her erect nipples. She lowered her soft breasts to his chest and started to rock in earnest. It was all he needed and she came a second time when he did.
"You are now officially the man of the house and you are going to do your manly duty. "
They stayed still for a while, then she got up to get ready for work.
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