A summer with my Mrs. Robinson

Sweat trickled down my bare, sun tanned, back as I reached down and grasped the twine holding the bale together. Bending my legs slightly, and tightening my stomach, I heaved the bale into the air. The throw wasn't far, ten feet to my left and four feet high. The bale landed on the deck of the flatbed trailer with a soft thump and a shower of hay particles. Dan lifted the bale and dropped it into place in the pyramid-like stack. The august hay baling was nearly done. Dan and I only had to load this last trailer. Fifty bales to go.

Dan was sixteen, a year younger than I, his stepfather Ray owned the farm. Ray was also a long haul truck driver who was gone on the road often, leaving the farm, and all the work that came with it to Dan and I.

Dan jumped down from the flatbed, pulled a hankie from his back pocket and mopped the sweat from his face. "Hot today." he said "Any water left?"

"Na, the coolers empty. We'll have to go back to the house for more." I told him.

"Not me, I went the last time. You go, I'm gonna pull the tractor over to the next bunch of bales, then I'll sit in the shade and wait for ya." he said.

"Alright, be back shortly." I told him. Turning I walked to the old jeep pickup truck which served as our beat around the farm vehicle. Flinging the door open, I slid behind the wheel, started the truck, and slammed the door shut. A cloud of dust rose in my wake as I left Dan, and headed up the dirt road in the direction of the farmhouse.

Topping a slight rise, I could look down the steeper back slope of the hill. The farmhouse lay a quarter mile off to my right. The white house with gray slate roof was plainly visible in the distance. Close behind it was the garage, then the big, red barn. To the left side of the road, close to the yard, was a pond. Fields and cow dotted pastures, lined both sides of the road as it wound up the hill from the house to the speeding truck.

As I neared the pond I applied the brake and sat waiting for a troop of ducks to waddle across the road. A movement to my right caught my attention. Darla, Dans fourteen year old sister was riding Red, her horse. She turned in the saddle and gave a long slow wave to me in the truck.

I raised my hand to her in return, but was grateful that she turned her mount and trotted off toward the riding trails. Darla had a crush on me. She was pretty. She had blond, shoulder length hair, that framed her round face, and made her shining hazel eyes stand out. Her budding breasts gave indications that they would one day be full, and round, and firm. Her small round butt filled her jeans in a way only a man could appreciate. If only she were older...

The ducks had crossed now. I started off again. Turning the truck into the farmyard, and parking between the house and the garage. I snatched the blue and white Igloo cooler out of the back and headed for the back door.

Inside it was dark and cooler, I had to squint to see into the depths of the kitchen. I paused blinking in the doorway until my vision cleared.

Sharon, Dan and Darla's mother was at the sink. She wore a red tank-top and tight cut-off jeans, which were frayed at the cut. Seeing me she turned off the water and reached for the hand towel which lay on the counter. "Back for water?" she asked, as I brought the cooler in and put it on the floor.

"Yeah, hotter today then yesterday." I replied.

Sharon slid the cooler with her foot to the refrigerator, where she pried the lid off.

She opened the freezer door and began cracking an ice tray. At thirty eight she was quite a looker. A little shorter than I, maybe five foot three inches tall. She had blond hair like her daughter, Which she wore longer, tied behind her back in a ponytail. She had a similar body type to Darla, but with a bit more up top.

I leaned my back against the counter with my hands gripping the edge of the counter top watching her, as with a loud crash, she added ice to the cooler. Closing the freezer door she again used her foot to slide the big cooler to a place in front of the sink. Where she pulled the hose out, and turned on the water.

As the cooler began filling, she locked eyes with me and bluntly asked. "Why haven't you asked Darla out? You can't help but notice that she likes you."

I wasn't expecting this line of questioning. startled I replied. "I'm seventeen...I don't think I'd feel comfortable dating my employers fourteen year old daughter."

"Those sound like excuses to me!" she said. "I think your scared of girls! You're a virgin aren't you, John?"

I definitely wasn't expecting that! All I could manage was a weak stutter. "Uh...uh...uh."

"Relax, John." She said. A smile crossing her face. "A little experience will give you all the confidence you need."

With that, she stepped close to me, pinning me in against the kitchen counter.
Sharon's hand reached out and her fingers clasped my manhood through my jeans, as her lips met mine in a kiss.

Confused thoughts flowed into my mind. I couldn't believe this was happening! What if someone walked in? One last thought jumped to the front...The danger is kind of a turn on!

Her lips parted and her tongue darted hungrily into my mouth, as her hand began slowly stroking me through my pants. Finally I realized there was no way out, and I gave in to her. I kissed her back. Our tongues swirled and danced together, as our mutual kiss became more fevered.

Both of Sharon's hands converged on my belt, fumbling to release the restraints which held my pants up. Her lips slid from mine, down to my chin. Successfully unclasping my belt,she now began working on the button and zipper.

As was my custom when haying I wore no underwear, which helps to keep hay particles from chaffing. As she slowly unzipped my pants, my erect maleness leaped free. My pants slid to the floor, her fingers tightly grasping my penis.


Sharon bent lower, her lips lightly brushing my neck...my chest. As her knees touched the floor her tongue circled my navel. "Kick them off!" she breathed. Her breath bending the tiny hairs below my navel, sending shivering sensations through me.

I hooked my toe against the heel of my left tennis shoe and pulled my foot out. I did the same with my right shoe. Stepping from my jeans, I now stood naked before her.

Sharon's lips closed on the throbbing, bulbous tip of my cock,and her tongue began circling the head, and flicking the tip of my prick. Her right hand grasping the shaft, the other slid up the back of my naked thigh and clasped my buttock. Using the hand she had behind me, she pulled me slowly into her open wet mouth, her soft tongue continually moving. She made small gagging noises, as she took in the last of my shaft, and began pulling me back out. Pausing with just the tip of my shaft in her mouth, her tongue found my piss hole. My toes curled uncontrollably and a soft moan escaped my lips, as her tongue probed and prodded. Sucking hard, she took it in again.

Her hands left my body and found the bottom of her red tank-top. Without her lips loosing grip on my man-meat she pulled the tank over her shoulders and removed her arms. Sharon backed off again, sucking harder as the purple head of my cock came out of her mouth with a loud 'pop'. Quickly she drew the tank-top over her head and tossed it away.

Free from the shirt she grasped my stiff member in her hand. Licking the tip she looked up at me, a hint of a smile crossed her cheeks. She licked her way down the under side of my length, kissing where the base met my scrotum. Her tongue swept out, tracing a slow circle on my testicles, working her way around to the base, then up the shaft poising now and then for her lips to nibble. Reaching the top again her lips engulfing the head she sucked hard, her tongue once again found the spot that made my toes curl.

Again her lips slid down my full length, then back to the tip.Sharon' increased her pace, her head bobbed back and fourth. She began using her hand, stroking my shaft as her lips and tongue worked the head of my prick.

With a 'pop' her lips released me. Placing her hands on the counter on either side of me she pulled herself up. Standing close in front of me, I could now see her naked breasts. They were not the way I'd expected an older woman's breasts to be. Like water drops slowly tracing a path down a cold glass, it seemed they fought with gravity. They were round and the skin was smooth. In the center of each, pointing toward me was a pink aureole slightly larger then a quarter. They had small bumps surrounding large, erect nipples roughly the size of the tip of my own pinkie finger.

Sharon noticed the direction of my gaze. "You can touch me." she said. I was as a lump of clay, unable to be what was not created by her hands. She took my right hand by the wrist, and guided it up her body, until her breast was resting gently in my palm. The skin was soft, warm and smooth in my hand. She placed her other hand behind my head and slowly guided my mouth to her erect nipple. As if reborn an infant I instinctively drew her large, erect nipple into my mouth, playfully teasing it with my tongue. At first it tasted of a slight hint of salty sweat, but like mothers milk to the infant, it awoke within me a need, a passion for more. I began to gently massage the underside of Sharon's breast. All the while my tongue danced and played with the hard little nub.

Sharon's hand grasped my throbbing erection. I could feel her fingers trace across the tip. The spell I was under broke, as she began to manipulate my penis with long, slow strokes. Raising my head, I met her open mouth in another kiss. Our tongues touched, and explored with eager anticipation.

Pulling back from me a look of passion in her eyes, Sharon's fingers fumbled with the button of her cut-off jeans. "You're ready!" she stated. Her shorts hit the floor with a soft thump. She now wore only a lacy, pink, undergarment with a frilly waist band.

Taking me by my right hand, Sharon began backing up, guiding me to the dining room table which stood in front of a large picture window. "I'm going to teach you every thing you need to know." She told me. "Do everything I tell you to do." Sharon instructed. Drawing my arms around her slim waist, we embraced in another hungry kiss. My throbbing hardness pressed tight to her stomach. Sharon's lips left mine and traveled to the nape of my neck, where she gently, but playfully, bit and nibbled sending tickling waves of goosebumps down my spine. Her mouth moved close to my ear, her breath was warm, she whispered. "I'm yours, explore me."

As if permission were all that held me back, I was compelled to do as she asked. Burying my face in her neck I kissed and playfully tasted her with my tongue. Slowly I began to caress her with my hands. Sliding my left hand up her side, while my right hand slid down from her waist over the bumpy, frillieness of her panties, coming to rest cupping the round firmness which was her ass.

As I slid my left hand around to grasp Sharon's breast, I began to stoop. Kissing, nibbling, licking with eager anticipation. Sharon placed her hand on the back of my head, guiding me till my lips again found the nub that was her nipple. "Be gentle." She reminded me as my tongue circled and flicked at the pink fleshy protrusion. Her hand moved from behind my head, and slid to rest on the back of mine, which was holding her breast. Her fingers gripped my wrist, and she began to guide my hand down her side, to her hip. I could feel the waistband of her panties under my fingers. Her hand left my wrist and again found the back of my head. "Take them off me." she breathed.

Hooking my thumbs on the lacy waistband, I began to pull her panties down. Sharon's hand pressed down on my shoulder. "Kneel." she instructed. Kneeling, I continued to draw her panties down until they reached her ankles.

As my knees touched the floor, my eyes beheld the object which I desired most. I had seen pictures in magazines, but they did no justice to the total experience of having the real thing in front of me now!

Short, soft, Blond hairs protruded from the skin, forming a neatly trimmed up-sidown triangle a few inches below Sharon's pantie-line. As I knelt there in fascination, She lifted one foot, then the other, stepping from her undergarment.

"Do you like the view?" She asked, looking down at me.

"Yes" I managed to mumble.

"Would you like to see it better?" She asked.

"I would." I replied breathlessly. I looked up at Sharon as she reached to her right and slid out a chair. Leaning her backside against the dining room table, she lifted her right leg and rested her foot upon the chair. She looked back down at me and a small smile shown on her face.

My eyes glided down the length of her, until my gaze was again fixed on Sharon's private area. The hairs of her small bush, angled toward the center where they fell into a line which pointed down, ending in a small fuzzy tangle. Below that, I could see the gentle folds and soft pink lips of her vagina. Sharon's left hand came down, between her thighs. Her fingers slid to each side of her vagina, spreading the lips, so that I would see more of her most private place. A small protrusion of pink flesh peaked out from between her spread lips."This is my clitoris." She stated. "It's very sensitive."

Her right hand fell on my shoulder, as I knelt transfixed. Slowly it slid to the back of my neck, her fingers tangling in the hair at the back of my head. She began pulling my face closer. Just an inch away my nostrils filled with the tantalizing scent of her sex.

"Taste me!" She demanded.

My heart was racing faster, pounding in my ears. Tentatively I reached out my tongue until it just touched her clitoris. "Ohhh..." She softly whispered as she mashed my face into her pussy.

As if instinctive, my tongue began lightly circling her love nub. She tasted coppery but it wasn't unpleasant. In fact, I suddenly had the urge to taste more. No, not an urge, an all consuming need!

Opening my mouth wide, I slid my tongue down between the folds of Sharon's vagina. As the tip of my tongue found its mark, and began to probe her inner depths she let a low moan escape her throat.

Sharon's left hand released her pussy lips and slowly slid along my cheek, until it too was cradling the back of my head. My nose was mashed into her vaginal folds as she slowly rolled forward on her hips, allowing my tongue to dive deep within her. I cupped my tongue and lapped, beckoning more of her juices to flow into my hungry mouth.

Holding my head steady, Sharon's hips began to swivel back, away from me, until my nose popped out from between her soft pussy lips. I once again was able to draw a breath, as my tongue found her clitoris and began flicking and circling.

I could hear Sharon breathing now. Her breaths were coming shorter and labored. Again she shoved my face down as she threw her hips forward. Her pussy hole was much wetter this time as I drove my tongue deep inside her.

I slid my hands up the back of her thighs, cupping her firm buttocks, I pulled myself even deeper into her pink folds.

"You're a natural at this." Sharon gasped, as she began riding my face faster. Her ass muscles clamping and releasing in my hands.

I sucked her clitoris into my mouth, as a tremor shot through her body. "OHhhhhh!" She exclaimed loudly. Thrusting her hips forward violently, while shoving my face into her pussy.

Sucking, and lapping I eagerly accepted the heavier flow of her hot juices into my mouth, savoring her flavor and scent.

"Get up." She demanded. Her hands began pulling me upward. Slowly as I stood, I kissed and licked my way up the length of her naked body until I again stood in front of her. Her dark eyes were glossy behind heavy eyelids. Forcefully she pulled my face to hers in a deep and passionate kiss.

Breaking the kiss she looked me in the eyes. "I want you inside me now!" she told me, an evil little grin crossing her face.

Her hands left my head and went to the dining room table behind her. With a swift hop she perched her butt on the edge of the table. Then reaching forward she grasped my manhood in her hand. A drip of pre-sexual fluid hung from the tip. Her thumb deftly caught it and rubbed it all over the head of my cock.

Pulling me to her she guided my stiffness to her pussy. Rubbing the head along the pink folds of her vagina, until I was positioned directly in front of her cunt hole.

"Go slow." She instructed me, as she guided the mushroom shaped head of my throbbing manhood into her.

My hands on her hips, I pushed slowly into her. Inside she was warm and wet. I had always wondered about the sensation and as I inched into her a flood of unanswered questions, questions only experience could answer, suddenly evaporated in the sweet joy of knowledge.

I was pleasantly surprised that she was tighter inside than I would have expected a woman who had given birth to four children would have been.

"Stop!" She ordered. "Pull out!"

Stopping only half way in, I pulled back until the ridge of my swollen cock-head was all that remained inside her. A damp shine shone on my shaft.

"That's right..." Sharon whispered, reclining back on her elbows, and lifting her legs higher.

"Go ahead." She instructed me "Fuck me slow!"

Gripping her tighter, I pushed more of me into her. Slowly my entire length slid into her heavenly body until my pelvis met hers, and I could go no farther.

Pausing a moment to allow my mind to accept what was happening, I slid my right hand up along Sharon's flat stomach to cup her breast. Playfully, I gently pinched and rolled her nipple between my thumb and index finger.

Easing my self away I slowly withdrew my cock from her warm bit of heaven. I released her breast and slid my hand back to her hip. Looking down I watched as more of my shining length exited her until only the bulbous tip remained .

Flexing my ass muscles, I drove myself in again, slowly but with more force. This time the resistance that had been there before was gone and my stiffness slipped easily inside her. As our hips met I pulled her into me trying to go deeper than before. My testicles lightly slapped her ass, as a light gasp left her lips.

"That's right." she said encouragingly as I withdrew again.

She lifted her legs higher, wrapping them around my waist.

"A little faster." She told me.

This time as I pushed my length into her, she clamped me between her knees, the back of her ankles behind me pulled me into her, helping me to drive deep within her.

Her hands went to her breasts where her fingers began squeezing her nipples as I again pulled my cock back and slammed it in with the help of her feet behind me.

Sharon's breaths were coming hard, and short. " Good John!" She breathed."Fuck me harder!"

A bead of sweat rolled down my cheek as our pace quickened. Low, throaty groans issued from us in our shared passion. With each thrust I tried to go deeper then before. Our hips crashing together causing Sharon's breasts to bounce on her chest.

From deep within the pit of my stomach I could feel tension building. With each thrust it grew and spread downward.

"Yesss!" Sharon exclaimed loudly. Our rhythm was lost as an uncontrolled spasm, rocked through Sharon's body. Her knees no longer clamping tight around me, she spread them farther apart, her heels digging into my ass pulling me into her. "Fuck me!...FUUUCK MEEEE!" She yelled.

The smacking noises, of our groins slamming together got louder and faster, as with vigor I increased my pace.


The tension within me surged forward. The muscles in my legs flexed. My knees nearly buckling, I drove my cock as deep as I could in one final thrust. Sharon"s hips left the table, her heels clamping her sex onto mine.The tension within me traveled down the length of my shaft, in a wave of uncontrollable spasms. My toes curling of their own accord, the muscles in my cock pulsated, shooting my seed deep within her.

Suddenly week, I placed my hands on the edge of the table. Leaning there my breath short, heart racing, I listened to the ringing in my ears.Eyes closed tightly, smaller spasms continued to rock Sharon, as she lay in front of me quaking. A sheen if sweat shone on her chest and stomach, which rose and fell with her heavy breaths.

Several moments passed as we waited for the world to stop spinning. Sharon's eyes opened, as I slowly backed out of her. My penis still swollen it sprang free. She reached out her hand and I helped her to her feet.

"Go to the bathroom and clean up." She told me.

Gathering my clothes from the kitchen floor I headed into the bathroom. Standing naked in front of the big mirror in the bathroom, hot washcloth in hand I washed the evidence of our tryst and redressed.

When I walked into the kitchen, Sharon was nowhere to be seen. I gathered up the cooler of ice water and headed for the truck. As I drove back up to the field where I had left Dan, I reflected on what had happened and came up with a story to tell Dan as to why I was gone so long.

Parking the truck, I got out and lowered the tailgate. Dan got up from under the tree and came strolling over as I slid up on the tailgate and sat there waiting for him.

"Took you long enough." He commented as he poured himself a Dixie-cup of water.

" Yeah, your mom can be quite the talker sometimes." I told him. " She thinks I should ask Darla out!"

Dan smiled. "I've been thinking the same thing." he said. "You're my best friend. You've been working here these past two summers. I think she could do a lot worse than you!" He said.

"Holy Christ!" I exclaimed. "You too!"

"Besides, you got the go ahead from mom...and I don't care...why not?" He told me.

Standing I asked. "Can we just finish the hay?"

Dan tossed his Dixie-cup into the bed of the truck. "O.K." He Said. "But just think about it."

Shrugging my shoulders I headed for the trailer.