My phone rang, I picked it up and saw that I had an incoming call from my father.

"Hi Pops, what's up?"

“Mom and I are going to visit your Aunt Barb and Uncle Bill. We would like you to come and stay awhile so we can see you. It's been almost two years since we last saw you. Please say you will come.”

“I don't know, Dad. I'll check at work and see if I can take some time off. It would be really nice to see you and mom, Aunt Barb and Uncle Bill too.”

The next day my boss said, “Get the fuck out of here and spend some well earned time with your folks. Take a couple of weeks, you haven't had a vacation in four years. Tell you what, I'll call you when I need you back. Okay?”

“Thanks, careful on how long before you call. I might fall in love with some sweet pretty little woman down there and not come back.”

Needless to say, I was happy with my boss. I packed a suitcase, tossed it in my car and headed out.

I thought a lot about what I have been doing for the past nine years. How Cece Williamson forced me to go to college. Thinking of Cece brought back some fond memories. She was thirty-three and had been widowed for a couple years. I was eighteen when we hooked up the first time.

You pair an eighteen-year-old guy with a hot thirty-three-year-old woman, sparks will fly. And boy did those sparks fly, we fucked each other like two animals in heat. Good memories for sure. She would be forty-two now, I wondered what and how she was doing.

I did finish college with a degree in Agribusiness (BS). It landed me a good job at a large ranch/farm in Kansas. That is the only job I've had. I work ten to fourteen hours a day, six and sometimes seven days a week. Consequently, I now report to the ranch owner, my boss. Working my ass off has been good for me. I make a very good salary and I've saved almost all of it. My goal is to own my own farm someday.      

It was late in the afternoon when I pulled into my Aunt and Uncle's driveway. Everything looked the same as it did the last time I was here. Mom and Aunt Barb were sitting on the front porch and saw me. They were waiting, at the end of the drive, as I pulled up and shut down the car's engine. They sure were happy to see me, hugs and kisses all around. I removed my suitcase from my car and placed it on the porch.

Dad and Uncle Bill came out to meet me. Uncle Bill handed me a cold beer. I shook hands with both men, I even gave my father a hug. I slugged down a couple good swallows of beer.

“Glad to see you, son. It's been a long time.”

Uncle Bill, Dad and I talked, drank beer and told jokes until Aunt Barb called us in for dinner. Not having eaten since breakfast, I was hungry. Aunt Barb had made her famous Chicken and Dumplings recipe. By the time the five of us were full, the pot was almost empty, I sure miss my Aunt Barb's cooking.

We spent the next day walking around the farm. Uncle Bill started talking about how he was thinking of retiring and selling the farm. My ears perked up on hearing that. I wouldn't mind owning the farm and I sure had enough money saved to make a nice down payment. Maybe Uncle Bill would talk more about it while I'm here.

There was the Annual Fireman's Dance this weekend. In a small farm town, like here, it's a big thing. It's also when the carnival comes to town. Aunt Barb was talking about the fundraiser that the firemen were putting on again.

The Annual Dinner Date Auction always brought in big bucks that the volunteer fire department used for new equipment and such. Usually, there would be twenty or thirty men and women who would participate in the auction. The auction was held on Friday night and the dinner date was for Saturday night. The unwritten rule was that a married person's spouse would also be invited to dinner. This had the singles at an advantage, they always brought in more money.

“Why don't you help by participating this year,” Aunt Barb said. “They can always use a young handsome man like you. I'll bet you would raise big dollars for the fire department.”

“Not this year, Auntie.”

I knew she hated being called “Auntie”, her eyes told me she still hated it.

“Well we are all going and you should come with us too. After the auction, there will be a dance with live music. I know you can dance.”

“I wouldn't miss it, it's been a long time since I was at the last one. I might even bid this time, but for sure I'll be dancing.”

I would make sure to dance my first dance with my mom and then the second one with Aunt Barb. These are two women I wanted to stay on the good side of. Maybe I would even dance with my cousin Willow. The last time I saw her she was such a scrawny kid, now at eighteen, she had turned into a knock-out woman. She had a great sense of humor and loved to tease. Some future young man will grab the golden ring with this one.

Late Friday afternoon the whole family piled into their cars and drove to Fireman's Park. The parking was almost at a premium, the lots were filling up fast. 

After parking, we made our way to the pavilion where the evening's festivities would take place. We found a table where all of us could sit. The wait staff took our drink and food orders.

A local band was playing for those who wanted to dance. Since our orders hadn't arrived, I stood up and asked my mom for a dance. I got a big smile from her as she stood up. We danced two songs before I asked Aunt Barb to dance. The first song was from the 50's, Rock Around The Clock.

I had my aunt going as we Jitterbugged. For a fifty something woman, she could sure swing that ass, just like a teenager. I caught a glimpse of my Dad and Uncle Bill smiling as they watched us. Next song up was a waltz, I held my aunt tight as we waltzed around the dance floor. It was a fun time for my aunt and me.

I escorted her back to our table, the food had just arrived. I took a couple long pulls on my bottle of beer before digging into a nice steak. I don't know what it is, but going to one of these community dinners makes the food taste better.

After eating, I danced a couple more dances with my aunt and mother. Of course, Dad and Uncle Bill danced with them also. My cousin and I were seated at the table when I asked her if she would like to dance with me. In a heartbeat, she was standing.

She turned out to be a very good dancer also, just like her mother. The first dance went just fine, but the second one I didn't know. Like I said before, Willow is a knock-out and she knows it. She started moving her body and I had a hard time picking up on what she was doing.

“What dance are you doing?” I asked her.

“Kizomba, just follow me, you'll get the hang of it.”

I did as she said and it wasn't long before I had the steps somewhat down and was able to make some sexy moves. Of course, Willow had the assets and moves to make people stop and watch. I would have to check out this dance the next time I had internet access. Maybe I could learn some cool moves from the male dancers on Youtube.  I enjoyed dancing and watching Willow at the same time.

We danced a slow dance, then headed back to the table. Aunt Barb whispered something in Willow's ear. I couldn't hear, but Willow wasn't exactly smiling. I had a feeling it had something to do with the way she was moving her body on the dance floor.

~~*~~

“Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention.” It was the Fire Chief speaking. “I have the honor of introducing our new auctioneer this year. He is the nephew of Jack and Ellie Backus. Let's have a big hand for Adam Pierre Fournier.”

The audience applauded as he walked to the microphone. The auction didn't start for another thirty minutes, but the time went by fast. Adam must have also been a stand-up comic before becoming an auctioneer.  He had the audience in stitches with laughter and in a very good mood.

When it was time to start the Dinner Date Auction, he became serious. He talked about the needs of the fire department and what tonight's charity would be used for. He thanked the men and women who would be participating. He gave a special thanks to those who would be opening up their wallets.

“Miss Audrey Thompson will be our first Charity Dinner Date, who will open the bidding?”

I heard someone say, “One hundred.”

It wasn't long before the amount was over a thousand dollars. One of the counties most eligible bachelors won the honor of a dinner with Audrey, his winning bid, eighteen hundred dollars. If the bidding continues like this, the town will have a well-equipped fire department.

The auction continued, the money was pouring in. Two ladies got into a bidding war over Trace Anderson. The woman who won, a widow, ponied out three grand. Trace Anderson is a handsome, blond haired Norseman. He has a reputation with the ladies. Being a single person, I wasn't surprised how much money he brought in. 

The next person to walk onto the stage I recognized immediately, Cece Williamson. I stared at her, she looked better now than the last time I saw her; years ago. I didn't even have a chance to raise my paddle before the bidding was over two grand. I sure would have liked to place a bid, but the bidding was too high for me, not that Cece wasn't worth every cent.

I looked closely at her face, she looked like she wasn't a day over thirty-five. She was dressed in a red evening gown that accented her beautiful body. Cece turned around slowly, her ass curvy and gorgeous. I remembered how I slid my hands all over that fabulous body of hers. The silky softness of her smooth skin. The firmness of her perfect labia. How she welcomed me into her bed as her lover. I could almost feel her hot wet pussy around my cock.

As the memories came flooding back, my cock tingled and became hard. I had to have her again. I wondered if she would remember me, I had changed quite a bit. I'm now a mature man, my face covered with a five-day beard. At the young age of twenty-seven, there was a tinge of gray in the beard. If she didn't remember I would just reintroduce myself. 

My mom and Aunt Barb were whispering back and forth. Every so often my mother would look at me. I had a feeling she wasn't happy about how Cece and I were an item when I was still a teen. If she only knew what the two of us had done together. My father and uncle were all smiles. They appreciated the fact that I had banged the prettiest woman in the county.

The bidding was over. The auctioneer commented on how the winning bid had just bought the best Jaws of Life for the department. Cece left the stage through the side curtains. I turned back to the table and resumed talking with my family.

A few minutes later Cece came to our table. I signaled for her to sit next to me. I almost forgot to introduce her to my parents. Cece was still the gracious woman that I remembered. Aunt Barb started the conversation between the three women. 

I felt Cece's hand on my thigh, I put my hand over hers. I squeezed lightly, her hands were still delicate, even though she worked hard. Cece turned her hand palm up and interlaced her fingers with mine. It was as if there was no period of absence between us. The same old electricity flowed from her hand to mine, begging me to be with her. I felt a slip of paper being pressed into my palm. I took it from her and slipped it into my pocket. I would read it later.

Cece excused herself, she had to return home to do bookwork. Us men stood up as we said our goodbyes. She walked away, the old tingle returned as I watched how her beautiful ass swayed.

My mom looked at me and was the first to say anything. “She sure is a beautiful woman. I can see why any man would fall for her.”

After the auction, I excused myself from the table. I kissed my mom and Aunt Barb as I told them not to wait up for me tonight. I was going to walk around the carnival and see if there was anything I would be interested in.

The carnival was boring, the typical carnival that appealed to teenagers and children. I decided to go home and get some sleep. I pulled into the driveway and parked, my parents, aunt and uncle were not at home yet. I let myself in and walked to my bedroom. I removed my clothes and was about to get in bed when I remembered the note from Cece. I retrieved it from my pants pocket and unfolded it.

It read,

“Hello Michael,

It was so nice to see you again tonight. I thought you were gone forever. So much has happened in the years since you left for college. There isn't enough room on this sheet of paper to even start to tell you. I would like to see you again. I'm free every night except Saturday, and you know about that. Please call me, I have a new number, 620-555-3289.”

It was signed with a print of her lipstick covered lips.

I folded the note after updating my contacts with her new number. I would most definitely be calling her. I put the note back in my pants pocket.

I turned out the light and immediately dropped off to sleep.

It was late Saturday morning when I called Cece. We talked for a few minutes before I asked her to go to dinner with me on Sunday. She replied in the affirmative, she asked me to come by her place around three in the afternoon. She had so much to talk about since I had left. I was hoping there would be more than talk.

Aunt Barb asked me to take Willow to a movie that night.

I said, ”Fine, as long as she wants to go.” Sometimes teenagers want to be with their friends, especially on a Saturday night.

Willow piped up, “Yes, there is a movie playing that I've wanted to see. You don't mind do you, Michael?”

So the movie it was. Willow really did want to see the movie, she watched every moment of it. It was a semi-chick flick, but I was okay with it. I was entertained and that's what counts. We stopped at the local A&W to grab a mug of their Root Beer.

We talked about her girlfriends and boyfriends. She all but said she was still a virgin. She was active in sports, she claimed to love basketball. It was almost midnight before we arrived back at the house. We said goodnight and went to our bedrooms.

After I woke up the next morning I showered, shaved and dressed before going downstairs. My family had already left for church. I walked into the kitchen, there was the smell of fresh coffee. I needed a cup.

“Hi Cuz, want a cup of coffee?” It was Willow, I was surprised she wasn't with her parents.

“That sounds really good, I'll get it.”

“No, no, you sit down and let a woman get your coffee. Cream, sugar?”

“Black, nothing else.”

Willow was dressed in a short night shirt, it barely covered her ass. When she reached up in the cabinet to get a cup, her naked butt cheeks were exposed, no panties. “Nice ass,” I thought. Then I vigorously shook my head, “She's your cousin, dipshit, back off.”

Willow placed my coffee in front of me. I couldn't help but see inside her top, it was unbuttoned almost all the way. She sported some nice perky tits with large dark nipples. 

“Thanks, hon, I appreciate the coffee.”

She took another cup for herself and drank some while I sipped on mine.

“Do you want something to eat, I'll make you breakfast. I'm a pretty good cook. I can give you the best breakfast you ever had.”

There was something in her voice, low and sexy. Was my cousin coming on to me? “Give me the best breakfast I ever had”? I had the definite feeling she wanted something from me.

“No thank you. Coffee is fine.”

Willow finished her coffee and opened the dishwasher door. She pulled out the lower rack and bent over. Her short night shirt lifted up and I had the full view of her pretty little pussy. My cousin's perfect pussy was shaved, not a hair to be seen. Now I knew for sure that the little tramp was coming on to me. Did she want me to fuck her? I wasn't going to go that route even if she was of age. I downed my coffee and left the table.

“I'm going into town. I'll be visiting one of my old buddies. I probably won't be back until dinner time. See you later.”

I saw the pout on her lips. “Okay, but I was hoping we could do something this afternoon.”

I beat a path to my car posthaste. I drove into town and looked around at what changes had taken place since the last time I was here. Not much had changed. The downtown furniture store was gone, demolished after it burned. The property was now a small park. There was a new Walmart on the edge of town, goodbye mom and pop stores, goodbye downtown. I saw a new pizza joint, I made a mental note to stop there in the near future. That was about it for this small town except for the bars.

I killed more time driving out to the old haunts. Roni's Tap was still going strong. The parking lot had been paved. The last time I was there it was still gravel. I wondered if Roni was still as hot as she once was. Roni had posed for some pictures that made it to the internet. Mostly in sheer nightgowns. She sure had a nice body with some fabulous tits. I'd love to take her on a date and then I'd fuck her in a New York minute.

I looked at my watch, if I wanted to make it to Cece's house on time, I needed to head there now. Twenty minutes later, I turned into her drive. Not much had changed here, except for the house. It had been repainted and really looked good. Shutters had been added to the windows. The shutter color accented the house.

As I approached the house, Cece came out onto the front porch. Cece still liked to wear short shorts and she had the ass and legs to pull it off. Her top was unbuttoned almost to the bottom and her braless breasts could be seen. I couldn't help it, the memories of her body came flooding back to my mind. I watched in fascination as she walked toward my car.

Cece opened my door and darn near pulled me out of my car. As soon as I was standing her arms were around my neck, pulling me down to her lips. I crushed her lips as we kissed, it felt like it was only yesterday since our last kiss. As our tongues danced in each others mouth, the old passions returned with a vengeance.

Cece drew back, “Is that a big cucumber in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?”

Her hand was rubbing my now hard cock, which was hurting. I had to get it out of my restricting underwear.

“Let's go inside before anyone driving by will see us, and see how very happy I am to see you,” I replied.

Cece held my hand as we walked to her house. Once inside I saw that Cece had totally remodeled the interior. I was pleasantly surprised at how nice the old farmhouse looked. Cece's arms were around my neck again as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss me. I put my hands on her hips as we kissed.

My poor cock needing relief from the confines of my underwear. I took my hand off her hip and adjusted my cock. The tip now exposed over the top of my jeans.

Cece unbuckled my belt. “Since when did your cock get so thick and longer? It wasn't that big before.”

“I guess I grew up in the past few years. There is only one thing that I want right now and that is to make love to you. I have thought about you and how we used to make love to each other. I want to relive that love again, how about you?”

Cece answered me by taking my hand and leading me to her bedroom. It had been redone also and it looked larger. Then I noticed that where the old master bath was; is now part of her bedroom. Cece had moved the master bath into what had been her old office.

“You look confused, maybe I should show you what I have done to the house. It was a pretty extensive remodel. I added on a whole new section. That is where the new bath extended into and where my new office is. Do you like?”

“I'll answer that after I make love to you.”

My fingers unbuttoned the remaining buttons of her blouse. I pushed her blouse off and let it fall to the floor. Cece was smiling. Her breasts, not being confined to her bra, still did not sag. Her nipples stood proudly, protruding outward and up, the size of dimes. I took each nipple in turn into my mouth and sucked on them. Cece moaned.

Her shorts were next, I unbuttoned the one and only button before unzipping them. Cece was thoughtful enough to skip panties this afternoon. As I slid her shorts down her legs, I pressed my nose into her crotch. Her pussy had that sweet smell that I loved so much.

“If you're gong to fuck me, get those britches off,” she said as she removed the duvet cover from her bed. She tossed the cover on her chaise lounge.

I stripped and stood there as she eyed me up and down.

“Much improved over the boy from before. How long has it been? Seven years, eight?”

“Going on nine. A long time to be away from you.”

Cece bounced her butt over to make room for me on the bed.

“Well don't just stand there, get over here and make love to me. Just take it easy, I haven't had a cock in there for some time, but that's another story.”

Cece laid back, her breasts flattening somewhat, just like before. I crawled next to her and wrapped my arms around her. Our lips met, our tongues fought each other. My cock was as hard as steel, Cece wrapped her fingers around as far as she could. Her finger tips didn't meet.

“My god! How did you get so thick? You'll tear my pussy up with that.”

My lips found her nipples and I sucked them gently. My fingers were at work on her already wet clit. Cece hadn't lost any of her horny passion to age. She moaned as my middle finger slipped into her vagina.

“I don't want your finger, I want your cock,” she whispered hoarsely. 

Cece spread her legs and I moved between them. It had been awhile since I had been with a woman, but I hadn't lost any of my fucking skills. I moved up on my knees, my cock over her belly. Cece was looking straight on to it. Her eyes gave her away, she was concerned about how thick I was. I knew I had to be careful. I took a pillow and stuffed it under her ass, raising her pussy up.  My cock and her pussy were in perfect alignment.

I rubbed my cockhead up and down her slit. Between my pre-cum and her wetness, there would be no need for any lubricant. I moved my cock to her entrance and pressed forward. Cece moaned as her outer labia opened.

“You're big, take it slow until I open up again.”

I pressed forward again, my cockhead slipping in another half an inch. Her wetness and my pre-cum working together; to get us together.

“I'm stretching, but it feels good. You can push harder if you want.”

I knew what I was doing, I didn't want her to experience any pain or stinging. Her pussy relaxed and I pushed my cockhead into her. She let out a short gasp as her vagina stretched and I slid in. I remembered how good it felt when I was a teenager. Now with my increased thickness, she felt so much better.

“Oh god... Your thick cock feels so good. Fuck me, baby... Fuck me like you used to.”

That was the signal that I was waiting for. I started out slow until she was comfortable with my size. Then I shifted into high gear and started to pound her pussy as hard as I could. Cece was moaning and crying at the same time, she wanted to fuck and I would oblige her. I kept the top of my cock rubbing against her clitoris, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm.

“Oooh. ohhh, fuck me... fuck my pussy, it's been so long. Mike, make me your woman again. I was once, make me once again. Fuck me, baby, I want to feel you cum inside me.”

I didn't need much encouragement. Cece always was the best piece of ass I had ever encountered. The sensations I was getting from her vagina swiftly took me over the cliff. My climax shook my body, my cock as deep in her as it could go. I felt rope after rope of my cum forcing its way through my urethra. My cock pulsing as my cum was being pumped deep. If Cece wasn't on birth control, she would probably be pregnant by nightfall.

I stayed inside her, the warmth of her pussy bathing my still hard cock. I raised up, supporting my weight with my hands. Cece took in a deep breath, replenishing her oxygen. I would have kept my weight off her if she had not told me that it made her come harder. I probably couldn't anyway, her arms had a death grip hug on me. Don't let anyone kid you, farm women are strong, physically and emotionally.

Cece and I looked into each other's eyes. There was a mutual trust and affection shown for each other. My cock was slowly shrinking, so I pulled out of her. Our intermingled juices and cum running out of her pussy and down onto the bed sheets. I flopped next to her and we stared at the ceiling.

“God, I missed that,” Cece whispered. “I haven't been fucked like that since you went to college.”

“I too missed making love to you. But I'm here for two weeks, so let's make love every day. Multiple times if I can.”

Cece giggled at the thought of me not being able to fuck her more than once. She was remembering how I was able to fuck her sometimes four times a day, I was eighteen then.

“I have some cold lemonade in the refrigerator. Let's go to the kitchen and cool down. Plus, I want to tell you what my life has been like since you left. Then I want to know all about you.”

Cece wiggled her ass at me as we walked into the kitchen naked. When she reached up into the cabinet for glasses, I playfully slapped one of her beautiful ass cheeks.

“Watch it, buddy. I'll kick your ass if you don't slap the other cheek.”

I obliged, then squatted and kissed both cheeks. Her buttocks were firm so I rubbed my hands over them multiple times. Cece sat the glasses down on the counter and turned around. I kissed her clitoris then run my tongue through her slit.

“I'll give you twenty minutes to quit that,” she laughed. “Now sit down and enjoy your lemonade.”

I obeyed. Cece told me how she met this great guy and they dated for a few months before she invited him to live with her. After he moved in, he became abusive to her, first verbally, then physical. He hit her once, giving her a black eye. She called 911 and he was arrested and removed from her home. She was able to get a permanent restraining order. The sheriff personally oversaw his departure, along with his belongings, from her house.

I could see that Cece as was reliving the experience, she was shaking. I wanted to console her, but decided that maybe it would be better if she talked it out. I was right. Soon she was her happy self again and she went on to tell me how her land purchases now have her farming a total of three thousand acres. Her farm is also certified organic.

“That certification was a real bitch to obtain. I think I would almost protect that with my life, it is so important to me.”

She talked about trying to buy my Uncle's farm, but he wouldn't sell it. Maybe if a special person came along he might, that's what he told her.

I had finished my third glass of lemonade and was feeling horny again. Cece and I made love this time. She still was multi-orgasmic and had three or four orgasms before I filled her with more of my cum. It was just like old times, but her pussy was different, tighter and my cock was larger.

Cece ordered pizza for dinner. I wonder what the pizza delivery gal thought when she saw Cece practically naked. 'Not Cece's or my problem,' I thought.

After we ate, it was back into bed. Cece wanted to fuck and I had no choice but to oblige her. We both fell asleep around midnight. I woke up, sunlight streaming through the window. Cece's lips surrounding my hard cockhead. I moaned and she saw I was awake.

“I want to taste your cum again. Cum for me baby.”

Cece is one hell of a cocksucker. A few minutes later I was coating her tonsils with my cum. She swallowed every drop. I was mentally kicking myself for staying away from her all those years. I would make sure she gave me more blowjobs before I left.

Cece made us a nice breakfast of pancakes and eggs. I ate my fill before Cece shooed me out of the house.

“You better go to your Aunt and Uncle's now. I don't think your mom is too impressed with our relationship. A woman knows, especially if it's her son.”

I kissed Cece and promised her to return soon. A few minutes later I was back at Aunt Barb's and Uncle Bill's home. They were all sitting on the front porch when I drove up. Dad was smiling, but Mom had a frown. Mom was smart enough not to give me hell about being with an older woman and overnight at that. My aunt and uncle didn't react in any way, but my cousin Willow snickered. 'Little bitch,' I thought.

Uncle Bill said,”I feel like a walk. You feel like a walk, Jack?”

“Sure,” it was my dad speaking. “I think Mike should come with us also.”

I was not in the mood for a walk, but I wasn't going to go against my dad's wishes. I stood up and the men stood up, we moved off the porch and walked across the lawn. Soon we were walking down the unused cow lane, headed to a back pasture. My dad and uncle were silent as we walked.

~~*~~

“How do you think he will respond?” It was Barb asking me.

“I don't know,” I replied. “He's a good young man, except for that harlot widow.”

“Now, now, Kate, she's a good woman. Your son was the horny teenager that went after her. A young handsome man chasing a still young widow, what defenses did she have against that? I know if I was in a similar situation, I would have been seduced also. You too, so don't blame her. If something happened to Bill I'd be the first in line for a young cock."

She continued, "Kate, have you ever thought what it would be like to be fucked like that? You're what? Sixty? Hell, with your looks and body, thirty-year-old men would be lining to bang you. I'm in my mid-fifties, I'd welcome a young cock in my pussy, any day.”

“Barb, stop talking. Nothing like that is ever going to happen. He's my son and I can't help looking out for his welfare.”

“He's all grown up now. Yes, you're his mom, but let him have his fun. He works hard and if Cece wants to fuck his brains out, so be it. It's nobody's business but theirs. If he didn't want to do it, he wouldn't. Now back to what the men are talking about. Do you think he will do it?”

~~*~~

I could tell my uncle was itching to talk about something. He had started a couple of times, but stopped before I could make out what he wanted to say.

“Okay, what's going on here?” I was looking at both my father and uncle.

Dad took the lead. “Uncle Bill has something to talk to you about, but he's afraid your answer will be negative. Go ahead Bill, talk to him. He doesn't bite.”

Uncle Bill looked me straight in the eyes. “I want you to buy me out, everything, farm, equipment and all the buildings. Barb and I want to move into town. We bought an old warehouse and converted it into loft apartments. There's a nice big one waiting just for us. I'm tired of working and I'm not getting any younger. My first Social Security check was deposited last month. I promised your aunt that I would stop farming the day it arrived. It's time for me to quit. I'll make you a good deal. I have already talked to the banker and he will give you a mortgage. What do you say?”

My Uncle Bill had blindsided me. Never in my life did I think of something this great happening to me. My own farm and a farm I loved. I had been wishing since I was a little boy for one that I could call my own. I had a big chunk of money in the bank, more than enough for a down payment. I took my time, like I was thinking about it.

“See, I told you he wouldn't like the idea.” Uncle Bill aimed his words at my father. “Now what...”

I interrupted him, “Hold on, Uncle Bill. I'm thinking about how lucky this day is turning out for me. I've dreamed about owning my own farm since I was a young boy. But I have one question. What about Willow? How will she feel about me taking her inheritance away?”

“Willow is alright with you buying the farm. She didn't want it and is happy that her inheritance will be the loft apartments. To tell the truth, they are worth more than the farm. Now give me an answer, Barb and I want to go on a vacation.”

“Yes, I will, I will buy your farm. I have to give my boss some notice. I'm sure the bank needs to know my financial situation. I've saved my money looking forward to the day I could buy a farm, I've got quite a bit saved. Dad, what do you think of all this?”

“I knew about it years ago. I think you were maybe nineteen when your aunt and uncle talked to me. What do I think of it? I think it is great. You know your grandpa and grandma owned this farm, I'm happy to see it stay in the family. Now let's go back and tell the women.”

I was chomping at the bit to tell Cece of my good luck. After a quick dinner with my family, I got in my truck and drove over to her house.

~~*~~

Cece

I had a lot of work to do today, a woman's work is never done, especially if she owns a farm. It was breakfast time before my foreman, Tom, and I finished going over today's work schedule and the projects needing completion over the next week. We meet in the early mornings before the hired hands arrive, today was no different.

Tom left and I ate, then went outside to do my garden chores. At noon I stopped to have a light lunch before I was back outside cleaning the horse stalls. Around four thirty I had finished all my jobs for the day and I went into the house to shower and clean up.

My shower over, I decided that I would lay down on my bed for a while before dinner. My mind wandering back to last time Jordan Barnes and I had made love. I thought of how good I felt when his cock was fucking me, deep in my pussy. The thought of having Jordan, a thirty-seven-year-old man, between my legs made my pussy sloppy wet.

Without hesitating my hand slipped over my mound and under my panties. I daydreamed of how his hands would touch me. How he knows just where to touch to make me burn with pleasure. I started to twitch with increasing desire. I allow my touch to focus on my clit. Ah, the sweet pleasure, as I rub and finger my pussy, feeling the dampness building on my fingers. My mind all the time thinking of Jordan and his thick cock dominating me.

My mind frolics as my senses tingle and come together so gloriously. With my head back I continue to tease my sensitive puffy pussy lips. My fingers continue to rub my clit as they struggle to keep up with my needs. Without thinking, my reaction is just to rip at my panties, I wanted them away from my burning clit, I wanted to feel free to explore and savage my needy pussy. I need more, want so much more. Jordan will give me so much more when I meet him again. With my panties off, I explore and continue to fulfill my desire.

As I finish opening the buttons of my top, it slightly slips off my shoulder exposing my breast. Jordan's large hand would slip in there and seek my nipple to make me moan. Just as I thought of those past times, my other hand reached my nipple. My fingers pulling and tweaking as my pussy ached for its sought after pleasure.

I stretch my legs wider so I could rub and massage my overheated pussy lips. At first, the touch of my fingers directly onto my pussy was a teasing welcome relief that quickly warms to that of horny pleasure. But the feeling continued to arouse me further and took my turn-on to another level.

As I slid my fingers down my slit, letting them delve inside, burying them between my sticky wet pink labia. The pleasure is so delicious, as my memory of Jordan keeps teasing my mind and I sink back into my mattress, the waves of pleasure continually building. I carry on; sliding and pressing my fingers along my wet slit, every so often letting them penetrate inside me.

I take my time to enjoy how each movement feels. My mind continues to pick up my play and lets me imagine he's here, in me, taking me fully as he does, deeper and deeper, consuming all I have. His cock is relentless as it pushes me into a place of deliciously sweet, erotic desire. I feel waves of pure pleasure swirl deep within me. I know what is coming and how much I crave it. I don’t stop the pulsing of my wet slippery pussy, I want to feel the ultimate pleasure I have worked hard to receive.

More and more I play and tease until it starts. The full, sheer ecstasy of my orgasm working its magic. I continue as long as I can, struggling to keep my hand in place while I see how long it can last.  When my orgasmic tremors stopped, I relaxed and my body calmed down. I still can feel some of the pleasure I had just received.

I laid still for a moment, pulling my mind back into order. Then calmly I released my fingers and straightened my legs, moving to the edge of the bed and stood up. I adjust and button my blouse. I wait a few moments before pulling my panties on, allowing me to enjoy the thoughts a little while longer.

With my skirt adjusted, who would know what lurked beneath. Only me and my naughty little desires. If Jordan was here, he would know. He always knew what I wanted.

I should introduce you to Jordan Barnes. I met Jordan at a dance club in Kansas City. He came up to the table that I was sitting at with a couple of my friends. He was tall, dark and handsome. By dark, I mean black, an African-American. He swept me off my feet that night and I spent the weekend in bed with him. Never in my life had I been treated to such sexual treasure and pleasure. I later returned and spent a week with him, never leaving his apartment.

I lost five pounds that week and I'm not fat. I fucked him the hardest I have ever fucked anyone. Jordan appreciated my efforts, filling me with his cum over and over before I had to return to the farm.

My pussy was leaking again, just thinking of him and me together. I lay there and let the thoughts of Jordan drift away.

I heard a car in the driveway. I looked at myself in the mirror, the flush had left my face and neck. I didn't want whoever was visiting me to see that. Normally I would not be masturbating during the day. That pleasure was for bedtime, had been for years.

It was Mike on my front porch, I opened the door for him. He took me in his arms, hugging and squeezing me. I could tell he was a very happy man.

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Mike

I hit Cece's front porch on the run. I couldn't wait to tell her my exciting news. Her door opened and I hugged her. Maybe I squeezed her a little too tight, I hope I didn't hurt her. We went inside and sat down. I told her my good news. As I talked, I could see her become more and more excited. Cece was excited about having me as a next door neighbor. She flooded my face with kisses.

“Let's go out and celebrate,” she said. “Or would you like to stay here and share a bottle of wine?”

My mind was already miles ahead of her. I wanted to fuck her and the best place for that was right here in her house.

“I would be delighted to share a bottle of wine. I apologize for not picking one up before I came. I'm sorry.”

Cece came back into the living room naked, she must have stripped in the kitchen. She handed me a bottle of chilled wine and the opener. I followed her as she went back into the kitchen. Her clothes were tossed onto a chair. I watched as she reached high on her tiptoes to get the wine goblets from a top shelf.

My eyes focused on the back of her calves. Her muscles clearly defined. I slowly took in her whole body. My mind painting a picture of her lying on her belly, her ass raised up, moaning and writhing on her bed, pinned by my cock.

I quickly moved behind her, my arms encircling her until my hands could cup her luscious breasts. They were soft and warm. I pinched her nipples between my fingers, making them stand at attention. I nuzzled her neck and tickled her with light kisses.

“If you don't stop that, I'm going to fuck you right here in the kitchen. Now pour us a glass of wine and let's have a toast.”

She watched as I quickly shucked my shoes and clothing. Her eyes went wide when she saw I was commando, my cock sticking straight out from my body. I poured the wine and handed her a glass.

I raised my glass, “To the luckiest motherfucker on the planet. I toast my new farm, I toast my aunt and uncle.”

Cece and I locked eyes, drinking our wine until our glasses were empty. Cece filled our wine glasses again.

“My turn now,” she said. “To Mike, my new neighbor. To Mike's new farm. To Mike's aunt and uncle, may they be blessed. To Mike and that thing sticking out from the middle of his body. To Mike and me, may we always be friends with a bunch of benefits.”

Our glasses clinked again. This time we didn't down our wine, we took a sip only. Cece took my hand, our fingers interlaced as she led us to her bedroom. Her bed was rumpled, like someone had been there and didn't remake it. Cece jumped in bed, landing on her back, legs spread.

No foreplay, no nothing except a loud, “Come and fuck me, Mike.”

I couldn't have heard sweeter words. I was ready for her the past half hour. I was between those beautiful legs and driving my cock deep into her hot wet pussy. I fucked her with abandon and Cece returned the favor. She had never fucked me so hard. What is going on with her? I could tell she was building for a climax, I was too. Our bodies were slamming together when we climaxed together.

“Oh fuck... Fuck me hard... Oh Jordan, ram that big cock of yours in me.”

My climax over, I flopped onto my side. My cock still leaking cum onto my belly. 'Jordan? What the fuck?' 

“Who's Jordan?” I asked, looking at Cece.

I saw her face go pale, she stared at the ceiling, breathing deeply. Then she told me the whole truth about her meeting a Jordan Barnes in Kansas City and how they spent time together. She didn't know why she called me his name other than I was fucking her like he had. I thought, 'It is none of my business who Cece dates or fucks, just don't call me his name.'

I got up from the bed and dressed quickly. I felt my happiness and night was ruined, nothing for me here anymore tonight. I headed for the door, crossed her porch, jumped into my truck and left for my house.

'Was I acting like a spoiled kid?' Maybe, but being called another man's name while fucking a woman is not my idea of a romantic happy evening.

I pulled up my driveway, the light in the living room was on, Willow was probably still up. The little bitch had better not try to tempt me again tonight, I would lose my temper if she did.

Willow looked at me strangely. “What's up? The bitchy old cunt piss you off? Come here and sit by me, I'll make you forget all about her.”

I gave her the finger and went to bed. 'Maybe Willow was right, maybe I should look for a woman more my age. I want kids and Cece couldn't give me them. I guess I should cool it with Cece and start looking for a woman who wants what I want. Hell, I'm good looking, have a toned body. I know women like what they see. Yes, I think I'll turn over a new leaf, starting tomorrow.'

I fell asleep. During the night I was dreaming of a faceless woman coming down the church aisle. I was the groom waiting and watching as she gracefully walked towards me. Her face came into view.

I screamed, “Willow!”