Mom had her fair share too
written by:
Allie
Memories of a 70 year old widow...as best I can.** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** **
So after the Christmas party at Dave and Barb's on Saturday, I headed out to Mom's on Sunday. (This is my Step-Mom..) Just before the farm, I saw a car leave. As it went by me, I thought it was someone I recognized. I went up the dirt drive, and swung around to the back of the house. I turned off the car, and just sat there for a minute, looking around. Dad's been gone for awhile, and the place still looks pretty good. The barn was starting to show it's age, as less work on 'repairs' was made. Paint faded, etc.
The Barn.....the barn.......
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The Barn sat down the hill a good 150 yds. or so, with the pond alongside it. That's where I got my "first" vision of SEX. Not with a boy, not the farm animals......but......
Dad drove for a living. Sometimes he'd be gone all week. Mom was left to take care of things. We weren't farmers, but when Dad bought 300 acres, he leased out the land to other farmers, kept a very small portion to grow hay and wheat to feed the horses (3). It was Mr. Chavez that came by now and then to "take care" of things, when they got out of hand.
Long story erased....one day after being dropped off by the school bus (early), I walked up the dirt drive and went in the house, threw my books down, changed my clothes. Not seeing mom was not unusual and I figured she was down at the barn. Oh...she was there all right.
She must of "lost" the track of time, either that, or she was so far gone with lust.....it didn't enter her mind that I'd be home soon.
As I saw the feed door open, I entered...no Mom....but....I heard "moans". I slowly peaked around the other door, entering the stables...and I got the shock of my life. There she was, bent over two bales of hay, her pants and panties down to her knees and Manny (Manuel) pushing his hips back and forth like a piston. Manny was 6'1" and a strapping man. Strong.
I heard words and such like never before.....and from Mom. I slowly backed out......but....was a curious girl as well. So....I went around to where they were closer to the wall, and found a board that was "warped" and gave a good view....closer.
"O M G.....yes....fuck me Manny....fuck me.....that's so gooood." mom was moaning. I heard "slapping" and didn't know what it was. "Yes....take me....fuck me....yes....yes....OG it feels so good "mom kept moaning to the point she was almost hollering.
I didn't know what to expect. Was he hurting her? I just sat still, almost mesmerized as to what was happening.....my eyes glued to the opening. I have no idea how long it was, the time...nothing. But, Manny just grunted....and then said.....
"mizz....I cum....I cum....."with him still humping. He backed up, and Mom turned around, went down on her knees, grabbed that "thing", and put it in her mouth...aaahhhh, I thought. I know mom was holding it with both hands....it was long....and she seemed to go back and forth, back and forth, stroking it as well. Then I heard Manny moan real loud....
I got up and quietly ran back to the house, ran upstairs and just flew on my bed. Heart racing. Don't know how long it was....but Mom eventually made it to the house. When I heard her come upstairs, I pretended I was asleep, with my back to my bedroom door.
Later....I made it downstairs .....for dinner.
"My, my....how long you been home" Mom asked. I just shrugged my shoulders, not saying a word.
"How was school....did you learn anything?" she asked again.
Again I shrugged....."maybe" I answered. Oh...I learned alright. I wasn't even a teen yet.....but what a lesson. I NEVER said anything to her....or Dad (yeah, like I could?). So, over the years, every time I saw "Manny" my "vision" was of him banging the hell out of Mom, and the lustful moans.
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I was getting out of the car as Mom came out onto the back porch, waving.
I walked and hugged her. Getting up in her years, but still attractive.
"Who was that?" I asked.
Manny....he's been so good to me over the years....Mom said.
"Yeah...I bet" I replied...smiling.
Mom just looked at me with a crooked smile and a question on her face......
Allie
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