The Farm Hand and the Farmer s Daughter
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Staying On The Farm With MomChapter 5 free porn video
That started us going again. Opportunities for sex, even longer sessions, were easily found. Marylou was busy with the kids and Little Hank worked with me and the men out in the fields. It wasn’t hard for me to come back to the house for a session, sometimes even twice a day.
We almost wore out the Christian position which was a novelty for us, although I don’t think the Bible meant for anyone to do it the way we did. We often mixed it up with our doggy style but even that got better as Ma learned to lie flat on the bed but raised her rump way up like she did when we did it face to face. She kept her legs tight together as I straddled her on my feet, humping like crazy, and then, when I was about to come, forcing her down flat and spewing my spunk inside her as her ass and thighs quivered in tune with her own orgasm.
Years passed and, though Ma and I continued our love affair, nobody found out or even became suspicious, at least to our knowledge. Only one position, or I should say destination for my sperm, remained unattainable. Ma always rebuffed any exploration of her rear end, an idea planted in my head through reading a dirty magazine. Granted, I didn’t even try until the early sixties, but Ma made it clear she wasn’t interested. Still, I persisted with the occasional stray finger scraping over the dark pucker between her cheeks.
By the time Sergeant Pepper’s came around, Ma was tolerating extensive rubbing of her buns and the occasional first-knuckle-deep probe at the point of orgasm. I had tried to get into Marylou’s butt too and almost succeeded but I was too eager that first time and the pain scared her off. Anyway, it was Ma, with a wonderfully supple butt for her age, that I wanted. It had become an obsession with me for a year but I eventually became resigned to the fact that access was something that would never be granted.
I tried to fool Ma by saying Marylou had let me, hoping she might become jealous and relent, but no such luck. If anything, I was allowed the little orgasmic probes less often. I was thinking about that one day while circling back to the farm instead of going to town for the afternoon as I had announced. I often did this when I couldn’t make it through the weekend without having sex with Ma.
She had her back to me when I entered her bedroom, though she would have heard me coming up the stairs. The bed was pushed up against the window that looked down upon the house I had built for Marylou and the kids. Ma liked to look out the window when I was plugging her from behind, I suppose to have advance warning should Marylou decide to come up to the house for a visit. Ma was looking through the spotting scope she had recently asked me to buy for her. I thought it was for looking at birds but it was mounted on its tripod between the bed and the window, and it wasn’t pointed at the sky.
“What are you looking at, Ma?” I asked, somewhat amused but more interested in Ma’s nakedness than the target of her observation.
Ma was clearly expecting me and was ready for action. I looked between her parted legs, noticing that her bald pussy already glistened with moisture. I quickly shed my clothes. Ma didn’t once take her eyes off the scope. Crawling onto the bed, I noticed that Ma’s pussy wasn’t really wet as much as it was slick, or slimy. Shit, she had coated herself with lubricant!
I felt guilty, knowing that I had been particularly exuberant the last few times we had done it doggy style. I didn’t know I had hurt her. Why hadn’t she said something?
“Ma, I’m sorry... I didn’t know...”
“Shhhhhhh,” Ma shushed me, waving one hand back at me, urging me to shut up.
I leaned over Ma’s back and started kissing up her spine. I slipped one hand under her belly and moved it up to grasp her left tit. This was one area where Ma’s age was definitely showing. The other hand I moved down and over Ma’s supple behind, so amazingly taut yet pleasingly spongy despite her years. I swished over and around her buns and cheekily pushed my fingers down between her legs, then dragged my longest finger through her lubed pubes and up between her cheeks, pressing into her crack and rubbing across her anus. To my surprise, Ma didn’t object.
I was about to ask Ma what was so damn interesting but instead took advantage of her concentration to part her cheeks for a more brazen visit to the forbidden dark spot. Ma might let me poke my fingertip into it every once in a while during an intense orgasm but she never tolerated my desire to inspect it. Thus, I was truly shocked when she allowed me to pry her cheeks apart and keep them spread.
I released Ma’s tit and brought my left hand around to assist in my anal reverie. Holding Ma’s cheeks apart, I tentatively pressed my long finger against the back of her pubes again, soaking up the artificial lubrication there, and dragged it up and over her crinkly asterisk. Again, no rebuke, not even a response except for a minor twitch.
Thrilled, I passed over Ma’s rosebud, paused for a meaningful press, then circled my fingertip around its outer rim. Ma released a long sigh that ended sounding almost like a whimper. I was exploring new territory here and the excitement threw my cock into the biggest boner I had sported for years. I spread Ma’s cheeks wider and circled around Ma’s pucker yet she still didn’t voice her displeasure, let alone do anything to stop me. In fact, though her bum flinched at my touch it bounced back in anticipation of the next one.
I was in heaven and several minutes of furtive anal stimulation had passed before I noticed that Ma’s now more frequent sighs and moans weren’t correlated with my increasingly less tentative caresses. I lifted my head and twisted over to look between her legs to see if she was manipulating her pussy but saw no evidence of it. I looked up to confirm that her hands were indeed still gripping the spotting scope. I looked beyond to the house to see what Ma was looking at so intently and saw the faint outline of naked skin through the window of my bedroom window.
“Ma, what ARE you looking at?”
“Would you like to see?” Ma countered without answering my question.
“Yes,” I replied, noting a smug amusement in her voice.
“Are you sure? You might not be ready for this.”
“I’m sure.”
I leaned against Ma’s shoulder to ease her off the scope. She relinquished it easily, implying that she wanted me to see whatever it was. I peered into the scope. My God. Marylou was on all fours on our bed, being rocked steadily from behind—by Little Hank! The muscles in my neck went rigid.
“Little Hank’s fucking my wife!” I exclaimed.
“Of course,” Ma chuckled. “He’s been doing her for awhile.”
“What? For how long?”
Ma ignored my question and instead posed another.
“Why do you think it’s been so easy to sneak up here without raising any suspicions?”
“You knew about this?”
“Of course,” Ma answered. “You really didn’t suspect?” she sounded truly surprised. “Donny, a blind man could see how Little Hank looks at Marylou and how could you not see how different she is when he’s around? She’s always flashing her fanny at him.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I barked.
“Donny, you can’t possibly be angry with Marylou, and you, of all people, should understand the temptation she offers for Little Hank. And watch your language.”
“But he’s been fucking my wife behind my back,” I shouted.
“Did you want him to do it in front of you? Because if you did, there he is.” Ma’s tone softened. “Listen Donny, Marylou is lonely. She knows you never really loved her and here’s this boy who is awestruck by her body, and for good reason. She does have a nice one.”
I nodded. That was true.
“Yet, you don’t seem to care, and she’s left alone with Little Hank all the time.” Ma paused, then continued, “A lonely, under-appreciated woman in her mid thirties, her prime, alone with a bundle of raging hormones. What the hell did you expect to happen?”
“I don’t know, Ma,” I muttered.
Ma was right and, though my anger was waning, I was still pissed, yet I couldn’t stop watching Little Hank leisurely banging my wife from behind. One hand casually grasped a handful of Marylou’s hair and gently tugged it to pull her head up.
“It’s fun to watch, isn’t it?”
I had to admit that Ma was right but I didn’t say so.
“Your timing is excellent,” Ma said.
“Why?” I asked, surprised that there was no little anger left in my voice.
“Because I think today is the day she’s going to let him.”
“Let him what?”
“Do what you wanted to do to her, and me,” Ma laughed.
“Do what I’ve...”
I squinted harder. Little Hank’s right hand was stroking up and down Marylou’s spine as he lazily stroked in and out. His left hand was still grasping a handful of her hair though it looked like Marylou was lifting her head of her own accord.
“Has he taken hold of her hair yet?”
How did she know?
“Yes,” I replied, surprised by the numbness in my lips which made me sound like I’d been to the dentist.
“Watch his right hand,” Ma whispered.
I peered through the scope, watching Little Hank’s hand slowly stroking up and down Marylou’s spine. Suddenly, it drew back further and I could see it stretching onto her ass, thumb extended. A little further... there, a probe. Marylou flinched and her head twitched up, face staring straight ahead. Little Hank plunged his cock home and let his thumb sink in, drew out on the backstroke, then plunged in again. Marylou’s head dipped and pulled up in time with Little Hank’s thumb.
“Holy shit, Ma. How did you know?”
“About what? That Marylou didn’t let you do that to her like you said, or that she and Little Hank have been doing it, or that she might let Little Hank in her ass?”
“Holy shit, she’s going to let him do it,” I cried.
“Let me see,” Ma cried, lurching up and pushing me off the scope. “Oh,” she said, relinquishing the scope. “I’ve seen him use his thumb before. That’s what made me think she’s ready to let him. See how she enjoys it?”
I didn’t answer.
“If you hadn’t been in such a rush, she might have given you her ass cherry.”
I still didn’t say anything. Sometimes Ma could be mean and it was best not to feed the mood.
Ma’s voice softened. “You should have given her more time. It looks like she likes it but can’t admit it to herself. Look at the way she lifts her head and arches her bum up when he pushes his thumb into it.”
Ma’s voice had gone hoarse and I got the notion that what was happening down below might be changing her mind about the enjoyment in anal sex, and that excited the hell out of me. I looked at her own behind, at the way her cheeks were twitching, possibly in time with Little Hank’s thumb probes. I forget about what was happening in the scope and put my hands back on Ma’s ass. Ma pressed her head against the eyepiece. I found and spread her cheeks.
“Jesus!” Ma exclaimed. “She’s really into it today.”
Her comment wasn’t lost on me and I wondered how long she had been watching Marylou and Little Hank. However, I had something more important to attend to, an opportunity I didn’t want to slip by, so I drooled onto Ma’s pucker and touched it with my fingertip to spread it around. I unlimbered and stretched my long finger down to probe Ma’s pussy from the back. She was very, very wet and moaned when I positioned my thumb over her little hole. I shoved it in and relished the resulting groan.
I couldn’t believe Ma let me push my thumb all the way in and then keep it fully plugged into her ass. At first, I just let it stay there, quite still, so as not to call attention to it, as if Ma might not know I had pushed it in. Then I realized how preposterous that notion was and began slowly and gently twisting it around, followed by short retractions and resubmissions. Incredibly, Ma’s ass started reacting to the stimulation in more than an oral fashion: she started moving her butt to and fro in concert with my hand and round and round when I twisted it about.
After a minute or two of this, with an occasional drooling replenishment of my natural supply of lubricant, I decided to take a plunge. I popped my thumb out and replaced it with my index finger. Braced for forced removal upon calling attention to what I was doing, I wasn’t expecting the reaction I did receive, a disappointed moan. True, Ma’s ass churned more vigorously in response to the longer intrusion of my index finger but she sounded less pleased. I was thrilled that she was allowing, even encouraging, me to continue my anal exploration but at the same time I was worried that I was losing her. What could be wrong?
Of course. The base of my thumb was much thicker than my finger, especially when I dug it in deep. I pulled my index finger all the way out, suffered the sound of even deeper disappointment, clasped my long middle finger close to the pungent explorer, and slid the duo inside.
“Unnnngghhhhh... ohhhhhhhahhhhhhh, unnnnnggghhhhh.”
That was music to my ears. I slid my left hand under Ma’s tummy and down to play with her clit while I slowly worked my fingers in and out, excitedly fucking her ass with my closely clasped pair of digits. I was so thrilled with this new permission that my whole hand was shaking which I’m sure imparted a skilful caress beyond my actual capability. Ma certainly sounded like she liked what I was doing and I know her ass did as it was becoming quite impatient for each new assault. It was no time before I was really reaming Ma’s ass. Becoming afraid I was getting carried away and becoming too exuberant, I slowed down. By the guttural sound of Ma’s groans, she seemed to like this even more.
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