Grandma’s Farm by JSipes7798
Grandma teaches her Grandson the difference between making Love and Fucking. , My Grandma, Hazel La Forge was a farm girl who grew up in New Madrid County, a small farming community in the southeast Missouri bootheel. The family farm was just over 2000 acres of prime fertile land bordering the banks of the Mississippi River. The property was flat and easy to plow. Each harvest was better than the previous. Great Grandpa La Forge had been offered over $1500 per acre back in the 1800s, but he wouldn’t sell one acre. It had been in the La Forge family since before Missouri became a State. In fact, Great-Great Grandpa La Forge had been a Captain with the survey party of Col. George Morgan, when he established New Madrid, Missouri in 1789. He was allowed to lay claim to the farmland as payment for his service to Col. Morgan’s expedition. The farm has been passed down through the family generation after generation. When a La Forge child married, that child and their spouse received two acres of land to build a home. They would continue to live on the property and share in the profits of the farm. At present, 34 families descending from Great-Great Grandpa La Forge live on the land and work on the farm.
Grandma Hazel had four siblings; all boys. She was the third child and the only female of the five children. Thomas was the oldest child followed by, George, then Grandma Hazel, later Earl and Walter, the youngest boy. Her brothers were very protective of her and chased off any boyfriend that didn’t meet the high standards they had set for her.
Grandma Hazel worked the farm right alongside her brothers and was considered by most as being a tough, but beautiful girl. She could toss a bale of hay just as well as any of her brothers. Her body grew strong and firm. At age seventeen she was the best liked and probably the best-looking girl in the high school. She was average height and weight. She was friendly, creative and energetic, but could also be very egotistical and a bit mean.
When she was in high school, she had sandy blond hair, a fair complexion, sparkling blue eyes, long slender legs, a firm round ass and tits that any Playboy Bunny would die for. She always wore her hair in a ponytail to keep it out of the way when she worked around farm machinery. Any other time her hair flowed down over her shoulders. Physically, Grandma Hazel is still in pretty good shape. Her tits are more substantial and probably sag because of her age. She is still an attractive woman, but now she has bronze weathered skin with some wrinkles from working in the sun, gray hair due to old age and tired blue eyes.
Shortly after Hazel’s 18th birthday, she began to date a local boy by the name of Andrew Winston. Hazel’s brothers gave him a tough time at first, but after they had dated for several months, her brother George started talking up a marriage between Hazel and Andrew Winston. Everyone thought George had lost his mind. Hazel and Andrew hadn’t known each other long enough to contemplate marriage. However, George was insistent that they are allowed to marry and also be given a section of land to build a home. Andrew was a timid man and didn’t express himself one way or the other about the proposed marriage. He just kind of went along with the flow. He was probably afraid of Grandma’s brothers.
Within a month Andrew and Hazel were married, and within the following eight months she delivered a healthy baby boy. Andrew bragged about his new son, but it was rumored that Hazel’s brother George was probably the child’s true father. Hazel and Andrew went on to have three more children; one girl and two more boys. My Dad was one of those boys.
My name is Johnny, and I spend most of my summers working on my Grandma’s farm. I call it my Grandma’s farm because she is strong-willed and everyone else in the family yields to her leadership. She runs everything, and no one challenges her authority. The farm turns a huge profit every year under Grandma’s leadership and the whole family delights in getting their shares. The work is, but it does wonders for my strength and weight. I have learned to handle a bale of hay just as well as any of the other farmhands.
My favorite farmhand to work with is Chester Johnson. He is a twenty-eight-year-old black man who is working summers to pay his graduate school tuition. He is working towards a Masters of Agricultural Economics. He has an undergraduate degree in business studies. He is bright and considerate, but can also be very sneaky and a bit devious.
He is an old time Christian who defines himself as sexually straight. Physically, Bob is in pretty good shape. He is tall with dark skin, black hair and dark brown eyes. Chester grew up in a middle-class black neighborhood. He was raised by his mother; his father was sent to prison when he was young and never returned. Chester is one of the hardest workers I have ever known. He has taught me many things about running a farm for profit.
Our mornings always start around five o’clock. Chester arrives at five, and Grandma serves a large country breakfast complete with eggs, bacon or sausage, biscuits or toast, and milk gravy or grits. Grandma believes everyone who works a farm should start their workday with a hearty breakfast. What one of her favorites says is; “Eat breakfast like a King, lunch like a Prince and supper like a Pauper.”
We usually begin our work day cleaning the barn and pitching hay. We also have to do general handiwork like making sure all fences are intact, tend to livestock, and some plowing during planting season. I usually start in the barn while Chester helps Grandma with sorting invoices and paying bills. His college degree in business studies is why Grandma lets him help her with the paperwork.
One morning I forgot my work gloves, so I had to return to the house. I was shocked at what I found. Grandma always wears her bathrobe when she cooks breakfast. I always assumed she did that because it was comfortable. When I step through the back door into the kitchen, I observe Grandma laying on the breakfast table with her bathrobe open and no clothes under her robe.
Chester is standing between her legs. His pants are around his ankles, and his big black cock is slowly moving in and out of Grandma’s pussy. They didn’t hear me return to the house, so I stood frozen in place as I watch. She seems almost spellbound by his big black cock. Her legs are around his waist, and her heels are hooked around the back of his thighs pulling his cock back in every time he eases it out to the edge of her pussy. His cock looks like it is at least a foot long and she is absorbing it all in her pussy. Her pert breasts are on display, her nipples hard, her fingers running over her own body so sensually. I get hard just watching. I have the urge to jack-off, but I am afraid they will catch me. It looks like the feelings she is drawing through his hardness are just incredible. He is looking down at her lean thighs parted for him, at her graying pubic hair, and at her pussy that is instinctively squeezing and then releasing on his hard shaft.
He keeps up a steady rhythmic humping and somehow doesn’t explode right away. It is a miracle he doesn’t climax immediately considering the sensory overload Grandma is putting him through. I can tell by his grunting and breathing that he is close, but he apparently doesn’t want it to end, so he holds on and steadily continues to pump away on Grandma’s pussy. He is sweating profusely, but it looks like he never wants it to stop fucking her.
Grandma is pinching and pulling her nipples as he moves his cock in and out. She is rolling her hard nipples in her fingertips and looking into his eyes as she milks his thick black shaft with her tight pussy. I stand spellbound watching her biting her lip, and both of them moaning melodiously. He casually reaches up to touch her breasts himself, and as the rhythm between them intensifies, she pulls him down to kiss his mouth before whispering into his ear: “You feel incredible inside me, Chester. Keep fucking me until I faint again.”
Her words almost make him erupt inside her, but somehow, he manages to hold on longer. But now it seems that she can’t hold onto to her own orgasm. Chester seems to recognize the signs of her approaching orgasm, and soon enough she is getting there. Locked together with Chester on top, the two of them seem to be trying to push themselves together, to achieve as much contact as is humanly possible. Their lips are pressed together, her breasts squashed against his chest and as he grinds his cock into her, he places his hands on her smooth butt to pull himself as far into her as possible to maximize the sensations of his cock moving inside her exquisite pussy.
Grandma is shaking and almost crying by the time she hit the peak of her climax, and if she is feeling anything like the sensations I am feeling, I can understand why. I am almost to the point of Cumming in my own pants. As she yelps and shudders, her vagina tightens around his shiny shaft, and his climax is brewing at the very base of his cock. A few moments later he lets himself go, allowing his sperm to burst forth inside her. His hot cum is bursting forth to spurt into Grandma’s eager pussy. She is hyperventilating and squealing with delight.
Just as Grandma is coming down from her orgasm, she locks eyes with me. She looks stunned at first, then panicky, and possibly embarrassed. I back out the door and run as fast as I can back to the barn. Grandma apparently didn’t tell Chester I had seen them. When Chester meets me later in the barn he never mentions it nor does he act as though he knows I saw them. My Grandma either didn’t tell him, or he is a damn good actor.
That night at dinner Grandma doesn’t say a word about the incident. She does, however, glance at my crotch several times when she thinks I am not looking. I try to fight the urge, but I get an erection that throbs uncontrollably in my pants. I start looking at Grandma in a whole different light. I had never viewed her as anything other than Grandma, but I now I see her as an older woman that loves the feel of a hard cock in her pussy. I try to erase the memory of her pulling Chester’s cock into her hot pussy with her heels locked behind his thighs. What’s worse is that the picture keeps changing and I am seeing ME slamming MY cock into her while she screams with pleasure. I have to excuse my self from the table and go to my room where I masturbate to the most fantastic orgasm I have ever had. I shower then fall fast to sleep. I wake up several times during the night and jack off to the visions of Grandma and me doing things a Grandma and Grandson should never do.