Auntie the Farmer

Literotic asexstories – Auntie the Farmer by Atomica24,Atomica24 Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it, I would love to hear from you if you do. Mica xx West Yorkshire, England

It had been six months; it had been a terrible day. My Sister and her husband had been on the M6 motorway driving south to go to a show in Birmingham. A lorry driving north had a blow out and crossed the central barrier and drove over their car. The combined impact speed had been in excess of 120MPH. They were mercifully, killed instantly. That left John, their son, my nephew orphaned. He was eighteen, but still to lose both parents in an instant had been awful. He was dazed for a while, trying to come to terms with it all. There was not much I could do from my Dales farm, my animals needed tending to each day, the need to be there for him was overburdened by the needs of my animals.

I had no landline and a mobile phone that seemed only to find enough signal for conversations on odd days, never when you needed it, but strangely seemed able to text whenever. Texting, I was never much good at that, but that is all I had, and I texted him constantly. It was all I could do.

So here we were, six months later. Probate had been finalized. His home was up for sale, he will get seventy percent of it but in a trust fund until he is twenty one, another three years. I was to receive twenty five percent, the rest went to a distant relative of his fathers who somehow was still alive and in Australia. He had finished college and was still pretty much at a loose end. I suggested he came and lived with me whilst he decided what to do with his life. He had no job, nowhere to live and no income until he was twenty one. It took him about half a second to say yes.

I milked the cows and put the churns out for the milk lorry to pump out. I checked the sheep were all on their feet. Few people realise that if a sheep falls and rolls onto its back it cannot get up and will die. Every day, I have to check the sheep, twice I have had a sheep on its back, never listen to those that say it can’t happen. It does. I collected the eggs, just ten today, and that was my morning chores done. I cleaned the kitchen, doing all the washing up, putting things where they really belong, rather than on my kitchen table ready to be used at some point in the future. Satisfied, and frankly quite surprised how good it all looked, I went up to tackle what would be John’s new home.

The woodwork could have done with a lick of paint, but, well, I hadn’t got any, so that would have to wait for some point in the future. The bed was a bit rattly, I might be able to fix that. I went down to the barn and collected my tool box, an old cantilever style that had pretty much all I needed for odd jobs, and hawked it back to the house and up to John’s room. I smiled at how easily that rolled off my tongue. It used to be Jack’s bedroom before he left home and made his way in the world. My husband Paul, his father, passed just after Jack left home, complications from covid, which was odd, because we live isolated, ten miles to our nearest neighbours, and we never saw anyone. But still, he caught it and never recovered.

I pulled myself out of my memories and returned to the task in hand. The bed frame was an old brass and metal spring affair. The nuts and bolts had worked a little loose. In the bottom of the toolbox was a little red bottle of thread locker. I found it when I was going through things after Paul passed. I pulled the bedding off and then the mattress, pushing them to one side, the mattress proving a tad awkward, wanting to flop all over the place. I cursed it, and then it behaved. I sat with two spanners at the corner of the bed and undid the first of three nuts and bolts that held the corner together, it wasn’t exactly tight. I looked at the threads, the nut was a little loose on the bolt, but I knew that there would be nothing suitable in the barn, so it would have to do. I spread a very small amount of the red thread locker around the area where the nut would tighten and reassembled. I repeated with the other two fixings, they were not as worn, but each had a smear of red.

I repeated the process on the other three corners, and then on all the other secondary nuts and bolts, just really to try and reduce the rattles and squeaks. I remembered from when Jack came to stay for a while, how the bed squeaked every time he tossed and turned, or when he masturbated, that alone got quite a tune out of the bed. I didn’t want to submit John to similar embarrassments.

Satisfied that the bed was sturdy and squeak free, I examined the mattress and decided that if I turned it over and then end to end, that would present the best lump free area for him. I hoped he lay on the right of the bed, not the left, that was a bit lumpy there. Well, it would have to do, it was all I had and no money for a new mattress. Paul had bought us a new mattress a couple of years before he passed, but with Jack about to leave home at that time, we did not spend money on his bed, this bed. After much sweat, cursing and a few tears, I got the mattress on the bed. I lay on the right and wiggled and tossed and turned.

The bed was quiet, I thanked it for its cooperation and looked at the bedding next. It obviously needed a clean. The quilt was a medium weight, fine for summer, spring and autumn, but a bit thin for winter. Typically, I would take the quilt and add it to mine in winter. Obviously not going to be an option for this upcoming winter if John was still here. Perhaps I could use some of the money from the will to buy a couple of quilts. I had no idea what that sum of money would be, and I wasn’t going to count my chickens until it had arrived, and I most certainly wasn’t going to waste any money, it was too scarce, and I might need to spend money on equipment to keep the farm moving on, no, that money was staying in the bank.

I took the bedding downstairs and threw it in the twin tub. Donkeys years old but still perfect for my needs. I added a little washing powder. I usually used around half the recommended amount and added a few ounces of white vinegar. That, I had found, was the perfect combination, kept costs down and yet produced a clean wash. Whilst it was tubbing, I went back up and grabbed my spare bedding and dressed John’s bed. Paul and I had decided, when Jack grew too big for his single bed that we would get him one the same size as ours, knowing that we could cut down on bedding costs. The bed frame had come from a second hand shop in Keighley, and the mattress was new from a furniture store in Bingley.

That was the bed all sorted. I turned to the furniture next. I had stored stuff in the wardrobe and had put some of my winter wear in the drawers, I removed all that and stacked it in my bedroom for now, I could sort with it later. I went down to the kitchen and retrieved my tub of wax and a duster and went back and polished the furniture. I learned years ago to wax the drawer runners too, or they had a habit of swelling in damp weather and then refusing to open. The wax stopped that happening, but did need frequent reapplying. Today was not damp and the drawers opened well, they got a good waxing.

Finally I went back downstairs and got my hoover vacuum cleaner. Very old, little light on the front and a fabric dust bag inside that I had made, probably about twenty years ago, easy to empty and clean. Now that I had finished moving stuff around it was time to vacuum, goodness, this cleaner was so noisy, but it worked and in no time I had sucked up all the dust I had created. I opened the windows to let in some fresh Yorkshire air and then spent several trips up and down stairs putting everything back in the kitchen.

I put the kettle on the AGA and decided I was deserving of a cup of tea. When I opened my caddy I realised I was low on tea bags, and that I probably would not have enough general provisions for two of us living here. Well, that could wait a day. Whilst my tea was brewing, I transferred the washing from the tub to the spinner and set it off, poured my tea and went and sat on a chair in the yard, just taking in the air, relaxing.

A car came up the road, it had to be coming to me as the road stopped at the farm, we were lucky that the road was looked after by the council, they came and did a top dressing every seven or so years, there was no way that I could afford to maintain it. The downside was that I couldn’t put a gate across the road to help with security, but we can’t have everything. The car was a taxi, well, actually, an Uber, and it pulled into the yard and stopped.

John jumped out and waved, gosh, I wasn’t expecting him until tomorrow. He spoke to the driver, did something with is phone and as I was walking over to great him, he was pulling several suitcases from the car and it’s boot. Crumbs. It seemed he had more belongings than I did. I crushed him in an embrace as the Uber drove off.

“Oh it is so good to see you Auntie,” He said, I hope that you didn’t mind me coming a day early?”

“Heavens no John, why would I? But why?”

“Oh the agents have got people lined up to view tomorrow, it was just easier for me to get out today, I tried phoning but couldn’t get through.”

“Oh you’ll get used to that, virtually no signal here.”

“Oh yes, I remember you saying.” He pulled himself from my embrace. “Can we go in, I really could use the loo, and I would love a cup of tea if I may?”

“Oh John, off you go, I’ll make some fresh tea.” John rushed into the house, a suitcase bouncing across the yard as he ran. I grabbed a couple of suitcases and followed at a more sedate pace. I put the cases in the corner of the kitchen, he could take them up, and as I put the kettle back on the AGA I heard the sounds of John noisily urinating in the loo. Hadn’t heard that sound in a while.

Whilst the kettle was coming up to the boil I went back out and grabbed my tea mug and also carried the kitchen chair back in to the house. John reappeared his hands sort of hanging.

“No towel auntie. I washed but couldn’t wipe.”

“Ah yes, okay I will sort one out, meanwhile use this,” I threw him a tea towel to use. “You can put it in the loo, and when I get a towel, I will swap it.”

He dried his hands and popped back to leave the tea towel in the loo. When he came back he saw the two cases that I had brought in for him.

“Oh thanks Auntie, let me go and get my other two and then I will take them to my room, I presume I have a room?”

I kind of forgot that it had been many years since my sister had visited and brought him along. It wasn’t that we fell out, it was just that we led separate lives.

“Well, where did you think you were going to sleep? In my bed? Of course I have a room for you. Grab a case and I’ll show you, come on.”

I led the way upstairs and showed him his room.

“Here we are. You can use all of the drawers and the wardrobe, all this space is yours, from today this is your new home. I just expect you to keep it tidy please.”

“Wow Auntie, this is great, I honestly expected to sleep on a couch.”

“You would be in with me before I would let that happen. Now, let’s go down and have a cup of tea, then I have to go and do the evening milking. Whilst I do that you can unpack and wander around your new home and get the lie of the land.”

We sat and drank Tea. John talked about possibly learning farming, especially as he could live the lessons, it might be his future. I told him that it could be a very lonely life and laughed saying he had heard all about the famous Young Farmers barn dances.

After I got back from milking I was quite covered in poo, I stood at the sink stripped to bra and panties and washed. My clothes would need to go into the twin tub. It didn’t happen often, cows liberally pooing everywhere during milking, today was one of the days that it did. I wandered up to my room and was surprised to find John lying on my bed.

“Oh crumbs, Auntie, I was wandering around, and I loved the smell in here, it is very you.”

His eyes roamed all over me, taking in my tired bra, crumpled knickers and creased body. I guessed there wasn’t much left to the imagination. Well, he would just have to get used to it, in farm left you were faced with the unexpected every day, today was a half nude auntie day.

“Well if you could just pop off whilst I try and find some clothes, then I’ll come down and think about some summer.”

John wandered away, back into his own room, leaving both his and my doors open. Ok, were we to have an open style of living I wondered.

Dinner was not exactly exciting, mutton chops and boiled potatoes, but it was tasty.

“You look very much like mum,” he said, “you remind me of her so much.”

“Oh gosh, I hope that isn’t upsetting?”

“Oh no Auntie, not at all, mum and I were very close, very close, and so you are bringing back good memories.”

I wondered what he meant by very close? Surely not ‘that’ close. Was it seeing me in my bra and pants that reminded him of my sister? Crikey.

We talked about farming and hard it was, no holidays to Majorca and the like, animals needed seeing to every day, sometimes twice a day, regardless of the weather. He said yes, well, that wasn’t an issue, the animals rely on the farmer, so the farmer has a duty. I liked the way he thought, that he didn’t try to find ways he could take days away, that he would just accept it. I suggested college, they would be signing up next year’s intake soon. He said he would look into it, that it would be a good idea. I said to try and find a basic course, as he would have little knowledge of farming, having not lived on a farm, so a basic course that gave an intro into everything would be good. He could then, perhaps go onto a farm management or animal welfare course or whatever he wanted to specialize in, but I suggested that if he wanted to take over this farm at some point in the future, whatever course he did should be relevant to this farm.

“What did you mean ‘close'” I asked him.

“Oh, er, well, you know, cuddles and stuff.”

“I am not trying to catch you out John, if you are living with me, then we need always to be honest. I cannot be afraid to walk around in underwear if it causes you discomfort.”

“I am sorry auntie. No. No problem with seeing you in your underwear, it just reminded me of how much you look like mum did.”

“You would see her in her underwear often?”

“Yes, and more, auntie.”

“And more?”

“Yes. When dad stayed away, which he did occasionally, I would stay with her.”

I think I knew enough. Okay. Well we will face that only if we need to.

I don’t have a TV, so there was no sitting in front of that for the evening, I would usually read a book, or do some sewing, something like that. I had not had to try and find entertainment for someone, not since Paul passed.

“I have a pack of cards somewhere, and I think an old monopoly box, but no tv. Sorry.”

“It’s no problem auntie. I am sure once I get into helping around the farm I shall be ready for early nights, supper, shower and then bed.”

“Okay, yes that is pretty much my routine. Why don’t you go first, I’ll go and have a quick check of the animals, and then when I come up you should have finished.”

“Good idea auntie.”

He got up and went up, I went out and checked all the chickens were in and that there were no animal distress sounds coming from anywhere. I shut the gate into the yard, it squeaks like anything and was all I had needed for security, shut the kitchen door and went up to my room.

John’s door was open and he had his back to it, he was naked, I supposed I should get used to such sights. I went into my room, stripped, my clothes would do another day and went through to the bathroom. John would have seen his naked aunt, if he had looked, I made sure I didn’t look his way, so I had no idea if he was still standing in front of the door or in bed.

My shower was quick, literally a smear of soap and then a wipe and then a wash off. With two of us here now, the electricity was going to come in at much higher than usual. I rinsed around and then got out and dried myself before using the loo and then heading off to my room. Again naked, again not looking to see if I was being watched. Sleep came quickly and the next thing I knew the cockerel was crowing and it was time to get up. I hurried to the bathroom, had a wee and cleaned my teeth, back in the room I dressed, bra, knickers, jeans and an old thin woollen top. As I was leaving John stood at his bedroom door, unashamedly naked, but then if he had been naked around my sister, it wouldn’t phase him being naked around me.

“Morning auntie, let me just get rid of the wood and brush my teeth and I can come down and watch and start learning.”

“Okay John.”

Well, if he wasn’t worried about nakedness, no reason for me to be. I would not keep thinking about how big his dick looked, no, I wouldn’t. I went down and opened up the AGA, raked the ashes and stocked it up with oak logs, tipping the ashes into the metal bucket for later spreading. I should have put a log on last night, but had got so wrapped up I had forgotten, at least there were enough hot embers that with enough air, it would soon relight. It didn’t look as if it needed much to spark John’s dick into action.

“Stop it,” I said to myself.

“Stop what auntie?”

Thinking of your dick. “Oh nothing, I forgot to put a log on last night, so it will be a while before we can have morning tea.”

“No worries, I assume you have no electric kettle?”

“Actually I might, out in the barn, but I am not sure where.”

“Well not to worry, we shall find it later after we have done the animals, and it shall be ready for the next time one of forgets to put a log in.”

Was that an innuendo I wondered as I imagined his dick behind his jeans.

“I hope that those are not expensive jeans, because they will soon enough taste the muck and mire. Do you have wellingtons?”

“If they were auntie, then they are no more, and no I don’t.”

“Wait here.”

I rushed to the barn, partially to clear my head of illicit thoughts and partially to see if I could find Pauls old Hunters. I was sure I had not disposed of them. Yes, there they were, behind the old welder. I grabbed them and returned to the kitchen.

“Try these John, they are Paul’s old Hunters, if you can get them on, they should do until we can get you some of your own.”

“Good shout auntie.”

John sat at the kitchen table and fed each wellington onto his feet and stood.

“Perfect auntie, as if they were designed for me.”

We went out to do the animals, me explaining each step to John as we went, once the chickens were out and the eggs collected, we gathered the cows and took them to the milking stand. I showed John the way I did it, lining them up with their heads into a trough that had some hay in, and then the milking cups on their teats.

After we finished the milking, it was a case of sterilising everything, washing down the slurry from the dairy, and then wheeling the urns to the milk standard for the lorry. Then a walk out to the sheep pasture to check that they were all accounted for, all looking fine and none on their backs. Early day chores done we walked back to the farmhouse to see if we could get a kettle to boil and have a cup of tea, I would also fry some eggs for breakfast.

“You realise that for half the year John we have to do this in the dark.”

“Oh yes, hadn’t thought about that, I am going to have to get pretty familiar with where everything is pretty quick.”

“So you still want to do this after what we have done this morning?”

“Hell yes auntie, this is brilliant.”

“Oh, okay. Fried, boiled or scrambled?”

“Fried works for me.”

Well his brain is working quick enough that is for sure, I had changed the subject quickly as a test, he passed. Perhaps all the blood hadn’t flowed from his brain to his groin, to his dick. Stop it, I chided myself. I was acting like a teen seeing one for the first time.

We shucked our wellies at the door, leaving them upside down on the rods, and went int the kitchen. The aga was well alight, I threw in some more logs and damped it down.

“Right then, eggs and tea. We will need to make some bread later, but for now it is just eggs and tea.”

“Excellent. I’ll just nip to the loo.”

Again the noisy urinating and then the flush and then the hand washing. He came back in and looked around.

“Anything I can do auntie?” He asked.

“No John, you sit there, it is all nearly done.”

“Auntie, have you considered one of those solar panel battery bank systems, it will mean you have constant power in case of cuts.”

I had no idea what he was talking about. “Don’t know what they are, and anyway, I can’t afford one no matter what it is.”

“Well, you will soon get your money from the will, it might be worth investigating. It is free electricity once you have bought the system, and I bet you would get a grant for part of the cost.”

“Oh. Well, let’s wait until the money comes in and see how much we get.”

“You know mum’s house alone was worth over two million and you get twenty five percent?”

That blew my mind, how much?

“No john, I knew I was getting something but I have no idea how much.”

“Over half a million auntie. Let me get the people out to at least give us a quote.”

“I’m not sure.”

“There will be no obligation. I will also get a quote for satellite internet. At least then you will be able to make and receive phone calls and look on the internet and get emails from suppliers.”

This was all moving a little fast. I finished the eggs and gave John three and me two. I poured tea into two mugs and got the milk from the fridge.

“The milk is probably not what you are used to, it is straight from the cow, so it is creamier and will go off within the day. Milk is a morning or evening, just after milking, not any other time really.”

“That’s great, probably better for us, I mean, you look fab on it auntie.”

Oh do I now?

“Hush now John, you don’t need to be saying things like that.”

“Why not Auntie you do. I thought mum looked good, and believe me she did, but you are in a different league.”

The boy know his sweet talking that is for sure.

“Eat your eggs John.”

I leant back and finished my last mouthful of egg. “We need to think about shopping.”

“Oh, okay Auntie.”

“Well, I need some more flour for bread. That we get from the mill. I get discount as I am a supplier to them. Then we will need a few things like food to eat, I only ever kept enough stuff for me, and now we have two mouths to feed, so I don’t know what you like. Pasta is cheap enough, but pretty much without flavour, and the tomatoes here won’t ripen for another month or so.”

“I am not a fussy eater, I am more than happy with whatever you would normally eat, don’t get anything special, just get more of it, enough to feed two.”

“Meat is from our own kills. I cull a couple of sheep and an older cow each year. I hope that you are not squeamish, because I butcher them myself. Can’t afford the costs of the abattoir.”

“No idea, never seen it, so, we will find out at the time. I am going to have to get rid of it when I learn to butcher. What do you do with the inedible inner bits?”

I bury them, along with all my waste, I can’t afford waste collection, as it is a farm, you have to pay commercial rates. About every two months I have enough to go to the council tip, but that is an hours drive away.”

So, are we going anywhere near today? We could do that whilst we are out, saves on transport costs, killing more than one bird.”

“Yes.”

After we had got back from getting the two sacks of flower, going to the tip and dropping off a load of waste, going to the supermarket and buying some bits, filling the landrover with diesel, it was time to do the animals again.

And then it was food time. I put some potatoes on to boil and fried up some chops.

“I have some stewing steak in the freezer, I will make a big stew tomorrow, it should do us for two meals.”

“Okay. I was thinking, tomatoes, could you dry them in the AGA and then they would last longer, perhaps in those jars with spring tops? Mum used to keep herbs and things in them, they lasted ages.”

“Yes. Good idea, I have some in the barn somewhere, I’ll sort them out and clean them, but we won’t need them for a while.”

After dinner John went up first to shower and get ready for bed. The milk lorry hadn’t been yet, so I left the gate open, he sometimes came late, depends on how his round was going. Satisfied that everything was in order I went up, stripped in my room and went to the bathroom and had a quick shower.

As I left the bathroom, naked, not thinking, I almost walked into John. Also naked.

He looked at me. I at him.

“So much better than mum,” he said, stepped forward and kissed me, his right hand cupping my breast.

I was unsure how to react. My body had automatically accepted his approach, my mouth opened to accept his kiss, my nipples hardened at his touch and I felt a tremor in my groin. I stepped slightly forward and his hard dick pressed against my stomach. I felt a hand in my hair and then a finger slipped into my valley, touching my clit, waking up feelings I hadn’t had for a very long time.

The finger slipped down my valley and found my entrance, curled, and slipped inside me. I think my knees sagged. John held me and eased me into my bedroom, lay me back on my bed, and his shoulders pressed between my legs and his tongue licked along my valley.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped, any intention of stopping him had long gone. His tongue was rough, almost scratching as it moved between the smaller lips of my sex, my lips curling and folding around his tongue as he moved it, up towards my clitoris, licking it, sucking, and then down to my fanny, pressing in, tongue entering me, and then back to my clit.

I felt my pressures in my groin as they grew, tightening, tensing, my buttocks clenching, my fingers screwing at the bed cover, pulsing inside my fanny, reacting to his finger.

He eased and moved up my body, his face soaked with my juices, he kissed me again, my feet still on the floor, his dick pressing at me. I put my arms around his back and synched him to me, he jiggled, and his dick entered, pressing slowly, deeper within me until he could go no further, he had filled me.

Just over 24 hours after arriving my nephew was shagging me on my bed, rutting, filling me, my brain seemingly inactive, I think it had been so long since I had last had attention, I thought such things were in the past, here was a young virile man shagging me.

I could feel little of the detail inside, John was moving fast, his dick a blur within me. There was the sound of grunting, it was me, as his dick slammed in, I grunted. I breathed in, but not out, my stomach was being pounded, a slap reverberating around my bedroom every time he pushed in as his stomach slapped against me. Long forgotten sounds in this house, it had been quite a while.

I put my hand on his shoulders and pushed, I needed to stop him. He did, he slowed and then stopped.

“Let me get properly on the bed John,” I said.

His dick slipped out and I moved backwards, and as I turned to move easier he held my buttocks.

“Like that auntie, on your knees.”

Oh my, I hoped he wasn’t planning on the other place, I wasn’t prepared for that. I moved into the centre of the bed facing the headboard using my hands to support me as I stayed on my knees.

“Oh God Auntie, you look so incredible from behind. You fanny flaps are fat and inviting, your hole winks and beckons. Oh my god.”

I thought that he needs a lesson in speaking to a lover, his words were not exactly a turn on. Fanny flaps indeed. I felt the bed move as he approached, his dick bouncing between my buttocks and then he settled himself, his dick lined up and pushed slowly, entering my fanny. This time I could feel him, he was moving at a pace I could deal with. His dick slowly entered, filling me, his foreskin bunching behind his rim as he moved. My fanny was slick and he was soon at my full depth, his pubis pushing my buttocks apart. He pulled back slowly, my fanny feeling empty, me conscious of a gape within me, and then he pushed back in, hard, fast, my buttocks stinging as he slapped against them, and he held. Again he pulled back slowly, his foreskin making his rim feel bigger, almost out he paused, again my feeling of void, my breath holding in my chest, my fingers gripping my pillows.

He pushed fully in and then quickly out, shagging me now at an even pace, my feeling of being momentarily empty gone, he was back in almost as soon as he was out. My fanny was feeling the movements, my pressures were building and the slap of his pubis against my buttocks echoed around the room, coupled with my grunts, sounds so rarely heard in this room is recent years. As my electrics were growing, he slowed and paused. Pulling almost completely out, my entrance fluttering, my fanny pulsing, he pushed back in so hard I almost fell forward.

My head tipped backwards, I stopped seeing anything, my back stiffened and an explosion of pleasure engulfed my body as my orgasm erupted, and as it struck it squeezed John’s dick and I felt his own eruptions, holding his dick hard inside me he spurted, filling my fanny with his seeds.

My tensions left, I slumped down onto my bed, my heart racing, tingles lingering in my body and I felt John’s dick slip from me.

“You better sleep in here tonight,” I said.