“You see Chris, my concern is that you seem to be working the girls extra hard, the pair of them arrive back at the hotel dirty, smelly and exhausted”, Sheila's face didn’t reflect the concern that her words were intended to convey.
“Your girls are to be proud of Sheila, they work as hard as any man I’ve ever employed. I'm sorry if they return to you dirty, I have offered them use of the bathroom but it seems my shower is far too ancient for them. Farms can be smelly places particularly if your normal habitat is a modern hotel.” Chris smiled at her.
“It doesn’t seem to be the normal farm yard smell that my girls carry home, I cant seem to put my finger on it just yet, but I shall Chris, I shall.” Her eyes were bright blue and seemed to be trying to see inside his head,
He hoped that she couldn’t read his mind at this moment as he was having carnal thoughts about the mother of the two Australian girls he employed as part-time hands.
Sharon and her older sister Genevieve had proved to be very liberated young women, who knew just what they wanted and how to get it. To Chris's amazement and eternal gratitude, the thing they wanted right now was him, his body, or at least one part of his body; his cock. They were in fact in danger of over working it, so demanding were they. That there was some thirty years difference in age between him and the young pair seemed only to spur them on.
Sheila was dressed as usual in clothes just a little inappropriate for her age, which Chris had guessed at around forty to forty-five, and also for her size. This lady carried a little extra proportion at hip and bust to add to her generous frame. What was impressive was her slim legs which she showed to advantage. A short dress hanging from generous hips slightly negated the advantage of slim legs.
Chris knew nothing of women’s fashion but thought that a dress that hugged her hips and thighs might make her legs look less like tapes hanging from a drape. Her breasts looked magnificent, particularly as Sheila displayed as much of them as was lawfully possible in public, and the type for which the best accessory and decoration would be his cock, tit-fucking them. Certainly better than the necklace of black beads she was wearing.
Chris knew something about this lady that she wasn’t aware he knew, or at least he hoped she wasn’t aware of. Her daughter Genevieve had suggested that her mother was not averse to a little extra-marital activity. Chris was not burdened with morals as far as fornicating was concerned; if this lady wanted it, it was his duty to supply it, if only in respect of Anglo-Australian relations.
Sheila tapped his arm and brought him back to reality. “So, are ya gunna show me the spread? Show me where ya gets the girls...” she paused and looked him square in the eyes, “ah, hot n bothered?” Blood rushed to his cheeks as if he was again a gangly nineteen year old. Did this hot lady already know what had happened with her offspring?
Sheila had a disconcerting habit of standing close to him whenever and wherever they were together. In the yard Chris waved his arm expansively to describe the now redundant cattle pens. “Sharon has worked hard here to get the area as clean as you see it.” Hurriedly he added just in case Sheila thought to say it was finished, “She has a little more to do.”
Taking his hand the woman walked over the area as if inspecting her daughter's work. “Chris, you’re a generous man, thank you for encouraging my daughters as you do. I do hope that I may repay you in some way. ”Her arm slipped around his waist and she hugged him. He returned the hug with an arm around her shoulders.
“And Genevieve? I cant believe that you have excited her sufficiently to...” once again the pause as Shiela's blue eyes drilled into his mind. “to have her so enthusiastically returning from work here, so dirty and so, as I said before, so smelly.”
Chris's mind wandered to a scenario of the girls returning to the hotel their panties soiled by his cum that leaked from their over worked pussies. Didn’t they attempt to wash them before their mum found them? Or did the little minx's do it deliberately to offer the 'grundies' as trophies?
In the big barn it was possible to see the fruits of Shiela's elder daughter Genevieve's labours. In fact Chris could see the spot where he and she had fucked so energetically and so satisfyingly.
“One thing that surprises me Chris, is that my girls' clothes have never got dirty, why do you suppose that would be?” Sheila raised her superbly plucked eyebrows in question.
He laughed, “that's easy, stay right there and I’ll show you. Chris ran off to the house and was back in no time. He offered the lady a pair of coveralls.
“I still don’t understand, if they wore their clothes under these they would be in quite a state. Or are you... you mean they... were my girls naked under these?” Sheila feigned a look of shock.
Chris held out his arms and shrugged as he had seen the girls do, and grinned.
“Surely not”, continued Sheila, “I really cant imagine my daughters in such things”, she held up the coverall. “Well OK, I feel I ought to try it to be sure.”
Chris wasn’t about to argue, he was used now to the females of this family disrobing in front of him and he wasn’t about to miss out this time.
Free of her legs, Sheila held the panties out to Chris, presumably she didn’t want them to lay on the ground. He took them and without a thought held them to his face. The woman smiled with satisfaction.
In the clever way that women can, Sheila pulled a bra strap off one arm then another, then twisting the garment around until she was able to undo the clasp and finally pull the lacy, white, half-cup bra free of her tits and dress. She held this garment out to Chris who again held her intimate apparel to his face and sniffed its and her perfume.
To the expectant, impatient and by now excited man a pause in her strip-tease was interminable. Then to his relief she bent slightly and crossed her arms to take hold of the hem of the summer dress in her two hands. Straightening and raising her arms she slowly allowed the dress to reveal beautiful thighs and then her hips and a dark area at her broad mound. Holding at that level for effect she then continued to take the dress higher until it was over her head and free of her gorgeous body. She handed the dress to Chris who crushed it to his face. Her stepped towards her.
“No, no”, she stopped him. “I am only trying on the coverall, remember?”
As she raised one knee after the other in turn to slip her legs into the coverall Chris tried desperately to check out the darkness of her pubic area but with little effect. He did admire however, the projection of her beautiful breasts as her chest was pushed forward to enable her to slip each arm into the sleeves. The movement of those orbs sent Chris's heart pounding again.
“There”, she said emphatically as she zipped herself into the coverall, “even a horny farmer couldn’t penetrate this protection. “I do see what you mean about not being encumbered by clothes while wearing it.” She picked up the pitchfork discarded by one of her daughters on her visit to the barn and moved some of the loose straw around. Chris watched enthralled by her breasts as they flopped to and fro within the constraints of the garment she wore.
“You may need a little air flowing around your body after a while of doing that”, he claimed. “Pull down the zip a little to keep you cool, you will still be able to maintain your modesty.”
Sheila struggled with the zip which had stuck at pieces of straw that she had thrown into the air. Chris stepped forward to help but hesitated in case the woman was not amenable. But she was ready, she pressed her boobs to him and her arms encircled his waist. Simply but raising the recalcitrant closer he was able to free it. Slowly while his eyes held hers he lowered the zipper. The first six inches revealed the bead necklace and at which she raised her eyebrows, Then another six inches which revealed creamy, velvety flesh of her tits, Sheila didn’t object. Now the zipper was at her waist and he was able to scoop one tit from the open coverall. The woman smiled broadly and pulled him more tightly to her. In his hands the breast was firm and he knew it would taste delicious. Between finger and thumb he rolled the nipple. He felt heat flow between their bodies and his erection press against her lower belly. She felt it too and gyrated her body against it causing his cock to stiffen even more.
As Chris pushed the shoulders of the coverall from her body Sheila unwrapped her arms from around him and helped the garment to fall to her waist where the zipper now held it tight enough to prevent its fall to the ground. The woman remedied that by unzipping it completely, and at its fall to the ground stepped out of it. He reached out to her but she refused his arms, instead she unbuckled his belt, released the clasp to the jeans and unzipped them. Naked from the waist down Chris tore off his shirt.
“How often do you work without ya undies, or did you assume that this Ozzie woman would be easy?” She waited for the reply.
He looked into the bright blue of her sparkling eyes. “Had I known that such a beautiful and sensual woman as you would choose me to be the recipient of her charms, I would have greeted you as I am now, naked.” Her kiss on his naked chest told him that he had said the right thing.
Dropping to her knees, his cock gripped firmly in her hand she admitted, “At uni I made sure that this girl had her share of the horny guys there. Since I married Mark I have been faithful but now his interest and abilities have waned and I am a woman of basic needs. You, Chris I have chosen to satisfy those needs, please don’t let me down. I have no fears that you will cos I have overheard my girls discussing how good you are!”
Chris laughed then lifted the lady from her knees and laid her on the bed of straw. As he moved between her thighs she asked him to unclasp the necklace and hand it to her. He was astonished to see her manipulate the bead string to form a device around her waist with a loop of the beads located strategically over her pussy.
“Now fuck me my darling, push your cock through the beads, they will massage not only your cock but my pussy as they revolve on every thrust that opens my wanting pussy.”
If her girls ever had an inkling of what their mother could do or the cries of her and her lover as they fucked on the straw in the barn, they would have been truly impressed.
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