Deb_s family farm training
Jake Spear
CHAPTER ONE
Deb worked as she hummed, packing for her family's summer vacation. She had started a week ago but, with 4 children and a husband to pack for, it seemed like a never ending task. "Just one more load of wash and I'm finished," she thought to herself.
Deb's husband Mike had spent the last two nights, after work, packing the mobile home with supplies for their trip. Tonight Mike would load the last of the clothes and supplies into the mobile home, and tomorrow they would be on their way to the Grand Canyon. This would be the family's first vacation since… well since Deb's and Mike's honeymoon 17-years ago.
The 34-year-old mother of four watched out the window above the sink, as she finished the dishes.
Cathy, the oldest daughter, was just 16 and the desire of every boy in her high school. Cathy laughed as she push her 12-year-old sister Anna on the tree swing in the back yard. Cathy's twin brother Chris was wrestling with his younger brother Bobby, a typical 14-year-old, if there ever was one, in the grass next to the porch. It was evident that Chris was letting his younger brother Bobby win, although Deb didn't think that Bobby was aware of that fact.
The front door bell rang and Deb grabbed the dish towel wiping her hands as she walked through the living room. Deb opened the front door. "Mrs. Johnson, can please sign here?" Deb took the pen and signed for the letter. She closed the door as the postman stepped off the front porch.
The return address on the envelope was from her aunt and uncle's farm, but the handwriting was not familiar. Deb's aunt and uncle (Martha and Joe) had raised her from the age of four till she married Mike (her husband) one year out of high school. She knew her parents, only from the few pictures her aunt and uncle had shown her.
Deb opened the letter and read it quickly. Her hands shook as she reread the letter again. The letter was from Jeff, the new hired hand at her aunt and uncle's farm. Jeff's letter said he had gotten her address from the return address on a letter he had found in the trash. The letter went on to explain that Martha had been diagnosed with cancer and had only a short time to live. He knew how much Deb and her family meant to Martha, and so, Jeff had decided he should write and inform her even though he knew her aunt and uncle had decided not to tell her the bad news.
Jeff's name had been mentioned in the last few letters she had received from her aunt and uncle. Jeff had been hired six months ago to help finish the large cellar under the barn, that Aunt Martha had always wanted for her canning. The new cellar was basically finished but needed the electricity connected, shelves made, things Uncle Joe didn't have time for while still working the farm.
Mike arrived home early to pack the last essential items into the motor home and plan their drive for the umpteenth time. He sat hunched over in the living room chair, elbows on his knees, reading the letter several times. Mike got up and walked into the kitchen where Deb was leaning back against the counter with her arms folded on her chest.
"Well Deb, it looks like were going to the farm. I think we can stop by on the way back from the canyon." Deb almost cried as she hugged and kissed her husband.
"I don't think we can spend more than three or four days but I know it's important to you and I think the kids will be delighted," Mike explained to Deb in a apologetic tone.
"Four days will be just right," Deb said. "It may be the last chance I have to see Aunt Martha!" Deb kissed and hugged her husband hard for a solid two minutes and let go only to say, "I love you Mike," before she led him by the hand to their bed room and started to undo his belt.
"Oh no you don't! I have a whole new trip to plan out by tonight morning, not to mention the last minute packing to do. You'll just have to wait," Mike explained as he left the bedroom.
Deb stood alone in the bedroom and wondered when later would be. Living in a mobile home with four children didn't lend itself to anything but sleeping and driving.
"This might be a long five weeks," Deb thought out loud.
Since the day Mike and Deb had married, sex had been occasional. Deb had never used birth control and over the last 17-years they only managed to have four children. Deb was always the instigator, never her husband Mike. When they did occasionally manage to have sex it was quiet, short and missionary position only. Deb took a deep breath and headed back to the kitchen to finish dinner.
The next morning the mobile home, with the entire Johnson family, rolled out of the long driveway, on time. The first few days of the vacation went by quickly, but by the end of the first week, everyone was tired of being inside the mobile home. On the eighth day it started to rain and it continued to rain every day the second week. Deb was constantly yelling at the kids to settle down and stop all the fighting.
Deb walked through the dining/sleeping area, to the back of the mobile home to use the toilet. The door to the back bedroom was open a crack and Deb saw her son in the buff posing for the mirror. They had stopped for the day at a camping area to top up the water tanks and Chris had insisted on going out even though it was raining. Instead of turning away, as she knew she should have, Deb continued to watch her son pose through the slightly opened door.
Deb couldn't stop staring at the size of rigid member between her son's legs. The fact that it stuck straight out from his groin, and the fact that he occasionally stopped his posing to slowly stroking it's huge length, paralyzed her from moving. She continued to stare with unbelief at the size of her son's rigid cock. Her pussy started throbbing and she suddenly realized her legs were quaking. Just then a gust of wind, from the outside storm, rocked the mobile home and the door almost closed on her nose.
Deb almost collapsed through the door to the toilet, turned around in the small enclosure and quickly pulled the door shut. She lifted her skirt and pushed her wet panties down in one swift movement. Deb sat on the seat, leaned back, spread her thighs and plunged her hand between her legs. Her other hand kneaded one of her beasts through her blouse. Her fingers slid furiously up and down her wet pussy lips. Each caress spread her lips more causing her fingers to move closer to the entrance of her dripping cunt. She bit her lips to stop a moan from escaping, as one finger moved inside her burning hole.
Deb didn't hear the door open, or even notice her son Chris standing in front of her, too paralyzed to close the door or speak. Deb's head was thrown back, her eyes closed tight and the only thought in her mind was her son stroking that big cock of his.
Her son Chris, stood at the door staring at his mothers fingers hammering in and out of her shaved, wet hole. After what seemed an eternity, Chris finally choked out the words "Mom! I'm so sorry, so sorry!" as he quickly closed the door.
Deb opened her eyes in time to see the door in front of her close. "Oh shit, how long was Chris watching me," she wondered. She quickly stood, pulled up her panties, pushed down her skirt and opened the toilet door. She hesitated leaving the toilet and facing her son, but quickly decided to face the fact that it had happened. Deb walked up to the dinning area, sat down next to her son and looked across the table at her husband Mike.
"I suggest that we pull up stakes and head for the farm early," Deb said to all that could hear. "The kids need to get out of this rolling box and start breathing fresh air again!" Cheers of joy reverberated off the walls of the mobile home while all four kids shouted, "Yes – yes please DAD, lets go, lets go, please!!"
It took only a few seconds for Mike's mind to agree but he pretended to be thinking about it for a few minutes, absorbing all the attention from the rest of the family before giving in and saying, "O.K., lets go!"
As Mike climbed back into the drivers seat and started the motor, Deb turned toward her son still sitting next to her. She put her hand on his leg and noticed a tremendous bulge in her son's pants. Her mind flashed back to the vision minutes before of her son and his huge cock. Instantly she was wet again and she couldn't help wonder what it would feel like to have her son's cock in her wet pussy. Ashamed of what she was thinking she looked up into her son's eyes.