Part 1
Matt was content and finally on the road in his new luxury RV. The miles passed by as he headed north on I-35 through Iowa. He took in the vast fields of corn and other crops and the sight brought back fond memories of his youth.
He was 37 and it'd been 32 years since he'd been "back home" where the majority of his relatives lived. Hell, he didn't remember them much and most he'd never even met.
"Back home" was northern central Iowa, very near the Minnesota border. His parent's families had been farmers for generations but his father had taken the family west and never looked back.
Matt was on a mission. His father had moved the family to California when the company he worked for transferred them and life and finances never allowed him to make it back. His father was an only child and his mother had two brothers and two sisters. He was most attached to his mom's side of the family managing to keep in touch with most of his aunts and uncles, not so much with cousins and such. Matt's mother Joyce had four siblings, two brothers and two sisters. His uncle Earl had married Rebecca (55), uncle Ralph had married Vicki (47), Aunt Yvonne (55) married Norman, and Aunt Sheila (52) married Herman. Earl, Norman, and Herman had all passed away over the last few years.
How he got in this coach headed north requires a little back story.
As fortune and fate would have it, lightening struck him about 2 years ago.
Lightening in the form of the California State Lottery, and not one of those little jackpots. After making a lot of very smart financial and personal decisions, his lawyer accepted an after tax check for $27,575,329.00. It was a windfall he'd fantasized of for years. He quit his job as a pharmacist and wanted to travel the world.
Unfortunately the good fortune also brought out the bitch in his wife. Less than a year after winning she walked out of a marriage of 17 years. The story why can be summed as money mania. She wanted to spend spend spend and Matt wanted to buy a few extravagant things and live comfortably for the rest of his life traveling with no set "home".
Thanks to California, his bank account was halved as a result.
When it was all settled he was happy. There weren't children so he had no ties to stay in California. He sold or gave away everything. After searching out the best luxury coach fabricator and sitting down with their design team, he ordered one. It took a 8 months and $1.2 million to build.
He had spent the time waiting for it to be built traveling overseas and getting in shape because he didn't want to die young now that he was set for life. Standing 5 ft 11 in, 185 lbs, black hair just beginning to show some gray, he was in the best shape of his life.
It was June and his 45 foot home on wheels was complete. Looking over the rig on final delivery he was very pleased. She was beautiful. Indoor and outdoor entertainment centers, slide out cooking area, full home water pressure, air compressor, water and power in solar/generator to support 3 weeks plus off grid capability, washer, dryer, 4 slide outs, polished mahogany throughout, Italian marble heated floors, full frig, walk in shower with more Italian marble, full built in wireless high speed internet with his own server, an infra red security system with cameras every where... when fully set up he had a 980 sq.ft. mobile mansion with a trailer for his new gleaming white Audi A700.
Now Matt was driving "back home" to re-establish family ties and get to know a few relatives he had been Facebook friends with but had never met. He'd been careful to make sure no one knew about his luck, they knew only that he'd gotten divorced and was visiting. His first planned visit was on a family farmstead of his late uncle's.
He timed his arrival at the farm to noon. His first stop was with the wife of his mom's brother, Rebecca, a couple that he had spent several summers with. Her husband Earl passed away a few years earlier and that caused Matt to realize just how long he'd been gone. He hadn't been back for more than a month total over three decades. He had rekindled the relationship with Rebecca over the telephone, they had always been close when was younger. They had always been his favorites. Rebecca was very very pretty.
As he drove up the long lane to the house the memories flooded back. Two story house was the same, there was the lake, and fields of corn as far as the eye could see.
He rolled up to a stop as Aunt Rebecca came out the front door. Rebecca was of Irish descent and boy did the red hair and pale complexion show it. She was very traditional in her outlook on life. She had three grown children and looked every bit a farm Mom.
She was well built but to Matt that didn't mean super model. That meant woman, full figured and if that meant a few extra pounds, fine. From the driver's seat he watched her for a moment. Rebecca had a sensuousness about her walk, the way her dress moved as she moved, those flat shoes she wore. Matt felt his cock twitch a bit and he scolded himself.
He parked, opened the main door and stepped out. Rebecca trotted the last few steps to him, kissed him on the cheek and took him in a very tight warm breast crushing embrace to his chest.
The family was a hugging family and he'd always liked the physicality of it so he held the embrace longingly. Matt noted that she did not hold her hips back away from him like many people did. She pressed against him firmly and sighed deeply.
"You look wonderful!" Rebecca said.
Matt was impressed as well. Farm life wasn't easy but Rebecca had suffered it well. She was fit and trim and remained very pretty in a plain simple woman sort of way. Matt had always found her attractive, even arousing. They walked hand in hand into the house.
"You haven't changed a bit and the place looks great." he said.
Rebecca took him into the living room and then went to get some homemade lemon aide. He looked around at the old pictures. Other than new pictures here and there nothing had changed. It was still immaculately kept. Rebecca was a clean freak.
They spent the rest of the day catching up on the years that had rolled by. She sat across from him and he assessed her from the head down... still slightly curly red hair in her signature French braid, hair likely dyed now at her age of 55, green eyes, freckles on her cheeks which went down her neck and disappeared in cleavage, smiling eyes, high cheek bones, thin nose, thin lips, thin gold chain with a gold cross around her neck, very pretty blue and white calf length day dress, heavy and full breasts, a bit of a belly, the wide hips of a mother, very nice calves that he could see... yup, unshaved, and black flat shoes, no socks.
She kept her hands on her knees most of the time but when she emphasized something or moved a bit she gushed sensuousness.
Part of the time they sat next to each other talking, laughing, hugging, and looking at pictures as he filled in the genealogy database he had on his tablet. Rebecca sat close to him, her hips touching his as they leaned over looking at picture albums. She was almost giddy.
"God she smells great" he thought to him self as he stole a glance at her freckled neck and cleavage.
They talked for hours and he learned her financial situation was not the best. Earl had left a lot of debt to be paid and his life insurance didn't cover it. The lease of their farm land to a coop was allowing her to make ends meet, but only just.
Matt offered to help but she firmly refused.
Rebecca wouldn't hear of him staying in a "camper."
Matt smiled and held out his hand to her. She took his hand and he held it as they walked to the coach. He opened the door and motioned for her to step in.
They climbed in and she put her hand to her mouth saying, "Oh, my word, Matt!"
Matt sat down in the drivers seat and said, "Please, sit down, it gets better" and gestured to the seat next to him. With one press of a button the coach began to transform. The levelers went down followed by all 4 slide outs moving out.
