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The day after.....Yes, it was one day after Auntie T and I, her nephew finally lowered our barriers and became intimate....well, she lowered hers, mine were lowered for some time in hopes of it. She had been widowed for some 8 years when she finally admitted she noticed my interest in her long ago, that and a conversation with my late Mother suggested I would be a partner to her re-kindling desires. So, it was Saturday afternoon, a time a usually stopped by to have coffee with "T" and do any chores she needed help with....it started with me riding my bike to her farm and having milk and cookie… 阅读更多内容

It was Spring Break Week...I helped move some farm equipment to the other place and was home with Mom for a while. At school I had been wondering how I could tell when Mom was ready to "play" as we had begun to do a few months after that special morning in the vineyard. I was not wanting to be the aggressor, but just wondering if I could predict when she might be in the mood, so to speak. We had become intimate a few times since, sporadically. It was after lunch time when I got to the house and she had a late plate for me....a few left overs fit the bill and then I watched her scurry around th… 阅读更多内容

Acquiesce...To accept without protest. A "prequel" of sort to other stories. I had spent an afternoon with my Auntie "T", driving her to a small gathering in the foothills that she didn't want to drive to. My college days were behind me and I had started my business. Spending time with my Aunt had been a priority since she became widowed some 8 years earlier...I did many chores around her farm and home and spent a lot of time talking. And a lot of time watching her move about...yes, I had a life-long crush on her, my late Mother's twin! "T" was quite distraught for a while, but slowly accept… 阅读更多内容

A period of weeks had passed since that Saturday morning when Mom slipped into bed beside me....and we had our way with each other. That encounter had its genesis in the vineyard one morning earlier in the month. I wondered to myself if any more action was on the horizon. Mom and I played it pretty coy around the house, except for a couple kisses and at me rubbing her ample behind. A possibility arose when a school minimum day was scheduled...Dad was gone for the day with a neighbor to a farm deal and Mom suggested she would take me home after here meeting in town. That noon there she was near… 阅读更多内容

Finally, a Saturday to sleep in...the harvest rush was over...cool early fall morning to stay in bed. I lay there wondering back to earlier in the month when Mom and I worked in the vineyard one morning, got dusty and sweaty, and at her suggestion took a shower in Dad's gravity fed shower room behind our garage. We were both naked and she let me soap her and she soaped me and we also dried each other...she even relieved my hard-on and watched me spill on the shower floor, while she remarked at my hardness. I reached to touch her pubic hair when she moved my hand out of the way with the rebuke,… 阅读更多内容

Previously I had told about spying on Mom taking her bath. When I was a teen I wanted to see how she was "put together" so I got the brain fart to watch her through the old larger keyhole our old farmhouse doors had. Worked great, saw what I needed to see. Moving on, a few years later I wanted to see also how her twin sister, a widow, was built. I had been close to her for years and especially since my uncle had passed. Her farmhouse was about a mile from ours, a 15 minute walk through well-kept vineyard driveways. Now it's one thing to spy in your own house, but to do what I planned was prett… 阅读更多内容

Auntie Experience...When I was almost 13, really starting to notice girls & women, the BBW Auntie "A" was 48 at the time and looked younger...she picked me up one afternoon to bring lunch to Uncle at work...she had a hair cover that looked very chic and Euro, a flared skirt and a HALTER TOP! Something new for this farm boy...Mom just rolled her eyes...Auntie and I were driving along in their 4 -door hardtop, windows down, floor vents open...we met a large truck on a bridge...a gust of wind coursed thru the car, raising her skirt, exposing her wonderful soft, sexy, "fluffy" legs, first time… 阅读更多内容

This shy small town farm boy went through High school AND College without getting laid, of course I did little to help my cause...no car until 2nd year of J.C. So then I dated some, had fun but no luck in scoring dept. Out of College and into the workforce in 1970, driving truck...yes, I shunned my Business Degree to do something I had wanted to do since forever...don't get me wrong College was fun, meeting new people, and avoiding that SE Asian “police action.” In '72 I went to work for 4 Swedish guys (like myself) and their Dad that had several trucks...in early summer we hauled tomatoes… 阅读更多内容

Being a g****/raisin farmer's son means a lot of work if you are small farmers, the more you do with family, the better the bottom-line. Well, this day that meant doing some dreaded stoop labor...turning paper trays of almost dried raisins so the back side could finish drying. North and south running rows dry much slower than east west orientation...we just had a few acres of the north south to finish drying. Mom and I were instructed to turn a few rows behind our garage, about 90 minutes work while Dad and my Brother tended to about 2 acres on the end of our home ranch, about a full mornings'… 阅读更多内容

Growing up on a farm near relatives was fun in the '50's and on, We had a small old home on a g**** vineyard a mile or so from a small town, an aunt and uncle lived a mile further away on a farm and another aunt and uncle were close by also. Our house started out as a two-room cabin in the early 1900's, added on a modernized in the 1930's about 10 years before I arrived on the scene. One could walk around the house inside...kitchen to living room, folk's bedroom. my and my brother's bedroom...going thru the bathroom's two doors completed the circle. A large common closet was entered from my be… 阅读更多内容

Jay woke up yet again with a raging hard-on...quite common since his wet dream some months ago. At first he just stood up and rubbed them until he ejaculated, but recently he stumbled onto a new method of getting off. One morning he awoke on his stomach with a hard dick...he simply started thrusting his hips slowly...thinking that was more like real sex. Well, when climax occurred he had a mess in his briefs. Luckily his folks were up and eating breakfast while he dug through the hamper to switch to another and bury the messy ones toward the bottom.. Had he taken a new pair Mom Anna would have… 阅读更多内容

Life was great...Friday afternoon. Now in college albeit a JC nearby, but no more High School restrictions. Late '60's, I have a car and a job after school that was a hold over from summer that will last until Christmas. No work this evening as I usually did, free for once on a Friday night. My Mom informed me when I got home that my Auntie “T” wanted me to have supper with her as she hadn't seen me for awhile...yes, that Auntie “T.” I was told she had a “new look” I need to see. “You know, Mom said, “ she thinks the world of you,” Little did she know what was going on between us now for so… 阅读更多内容