Farmer’s Daughter
by Landon Dixon

When Mr Loewen handed me the Fraser assignment, I was about as happy as a pig in water. It was the dog days of summer – howlingly hot, with a hell-like forecast extending well into the foreseeable future – and the last thing I wanted to do was leave a nice, quiet, icebox of an office in Sioux Falls to go driving off in an unair-conditioned beater down a melting asphalt highway to some sun-scorched farm a hundred miles south of the middle of nowhere. But when you’re a first-year staff assistant (i.e. grunt) at Loewen and Loewen, CPAs, these are the kind of jobs you get.

So, I yanked the Fraser box out of the file vault, pulled a ream of Federal agricultural subsidy forms from the supply room, and phoned Elmer Fraser down on the farm to confirm the firm’s bi-annual visit. Only, Elmer wasn’t ploughing gumbo anymore; he’d been ploughed under himself.

‘Dad died two months ago, Allan,’ his daughter told me, a hint of a southern accent other than South Dakota in her husky voice. ‘I’m running the farm now, and frankly, I could use all the help I can get.’

I rolled my eyes, picturing a festering pile of unfiled documents and unpaid bills, a painful lesson in accounting 101 to come. ‘Okay,’ I gritted. ‘I’ll be out there at nine tomorrow morning.’ She agreed and hung up, and I slammed the phone down. Then I was jolted by a shoulder slap of commiseration and derision from my buddy in the adjoining cubicle; he was flying off to a fishing lodge in Canada on Friday.

Early the next morning, with the temperature climbing into the mid-nineties, and the sky the limit, I let my backbone slide into my furnace-hot ’85 Monte Carlo, started it up, and hit the open road. One fractured fan belt and two steam breaks later, I pulled off the highway and drove down a long, dirt road that led to the Fraser place.

I’d never been there before, but it was typical farm fare – white, three-storey clapboard house, long metal Quonset in back, sprawling fields of sun-ripening grain in all directions. I shut off the spluttering car and peeled myself off the torn leather upholstery, hoisted my audit bag out of the spring-sprung backseat and trudged across a yellow lawn to the front door of the farmhouse. I knocked on the screen door, the blazing sun firing up my charcoal, polyester suit like I was a mobile solar panel. A woman eventually answered my knock, opened the door of the house and walked out on to the porch. And that’s when things really got hot.

‘Allan?’ she asked.

‘Nadine Fraser?’ I replied, heavy audit bag slipping out of my sweaty hand and thumping down onto the stoop, along with my jaw. Even through the dense, wire mesh of the screen, I could clearly see that this was one good-looking babe, with a figure that really added up. And when she pushed the screen door open, giving me an unobstructed view, my body temperature bubbled up to a new daytime record.

The forty-something lady was tall and tanned and full-figured, with sky-blue eyes and straw-blonde hair pulled back in a blue-ribboned ponytail. Her over-ripe physique strained every stitch of the plain, white tee and faded pair of blue jeans she was wearing, the voluptuous farmer’s daughter all mouth-watering hills and valleys – the exact opposite of the surrounding flatlands.

I stumbled inside the house, followed Nadine’s round, twitching butt into the kitchen, where she invited me to set up shop while she busied herself whipping up some lemonade. I fumbled files onto a table already groaning under the weight of numerous accounting records and ledgers, my eyes glued to the blonde sexpot’s body-in-motion. Sure, she was close to twice my age, but I’ve never held that against a lady – especially one I’d love to hold against me.

She carried a pair of tall, sweating glasses of lemonade over to the table and then sat down next to me, her boobs brushing the edge of the Formica top. Sweet perfume filled my head and clogged the pores in my brain, and I shrugged off my sweated suit jacket to better feel the heat of the five-alarm hottie.

‘It’s been rough since Dad died,’ she stated, looking me in the eye, breathing into my face. ‘But I’m determined to carry on where he left off.’

There were crow’s feet etched into the corners of Nadine’s eyes and mouth, but they only added to her well-seasoned attractiveness. ‘Uh, you don’t have a husband… to help you out?’ I asked, glancing at the ringless third finger on her left hand.

‘No, I’m divorced,’ she said. ‘My daughter helps out when she can, and I hire men when I need them.’

I choked on a mouthful of lemonade.

‘Shall we get to work?’

I vaguely nodded, picking up my mechanical pencil and fumbling my calculator to zero, my eyes resting uncomfortably on Nadine’s rising and falling chest.

By noon, we had most of the subsidy forms filled out and her father’s antiquated books almost up-to-date. My libido had been throbbing like a John Deere tractor all morning as a result of working so closely with the gorgeous MILF, and when she came up behind me and rested her warm brown hands on my shoulders, I just about spontaneously combusted. ‘You better clear off your stuff, so I can set the table for lunch,’ she said.

‘S-sure,’ I mumbled. I scrambled up out of my chair and took a step to the left, directly into her path. Her bodacious bumpers bounced against my chest, my tent-city cock striking her jeans.

She laughed. ‘Shall we dance?’

The sexual tension inside me snapped, and I grabbed her and planted my lips on top of her startled, scarlet pucker. I clenched her hot, soft body against my hard, sweat-soaked body and chewed on the mature mama’s lips, my steel ruler of a cock pressing into her stomach.

‘Wow!’ she exhaled, when I finally pulled my head back to catch my breath. ‘Someone has worked up quite an appetite!’

‘Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to –’ I started to stupidly stutter, till Nadine quickly shushed me by cradling my red face in her hands and mashing her mouth against mine.

Mercury rising! We clung to one another and kissed hungrily, ferociously, my damp hands travelling all over Nadine’s all-woman body, sliding down onto her jean-clad bottom. I squeezed her plump ass cheeks, and she moaned into my open mouth, her fingers roaming through my hair. Then she slid her tongue into my kisser and we frenched like a couple of high-schoolers, slapping our slippery tongues together over and over, our strangled breath steaming out of our flared nostrils, our frantic hands gripping and groping.

She pulled her tongue out of my mouth and stared at me, her blue eyes blazing and her thunder chest heaving. Then she kissed me once more, wetly and deeply, before breaking away and clearing the kitchen table with a sweep of her arms, files, forms, and accounting records flying all over the place. She yanked her T-shirt out of her jeans and pulled it up over her head, and I stared, open-mouthed and bug-eyed, at the luscious lady’s freckled, sun-burnished chest, her big, bra-cupped titties.

She wrestled her tit-holder open in the back and flung it aside, and her bare, brown jugs dangled directly in front of me, thick, caramel-coloured nipples jutting straight at me. Those tawny mounds sagged more than a little, sure, but whatever their slippage, they more than made up for in volume. I grabbed on to them, began feeling them up with my nervous hands, revelling in the smooth, firm texture of that heated tit-flesh.

‘Yes!’ Nadine cried, tilting her head back. ‘Suck my breasts!’

I’d learned long ago not to argue with my elders – especially when they’re built like brick Pamela Andersons – so I quickly hefted Nadine’s left hooter and bent my head down and licked at her fat nipple.

‘Fuck, yes! Suck my fucking tits!’ she dirty-mouthed me.

I swallowed her rubbery tit-cap and urgently sucked on it, swabbing the underside of her boob with my tongue as I did so. Then I popped the one gleaming nip out of my mouth and wet-vacced up the other honey-dipped nipple. I bounced my head back and forth between the groaning lady’s awesome hangers, sucking and licking and biting meaty nipple, squeezing and kneading mountainous mam, righteously milking her jugs with my hands and my mouth.

‘Fuck me!’ she screamed, when she could take my wicked tit-play no longer.

I reluctantly unhanded and unmouthed her glistening floppers, watched them bob and bounce around as she peeled off her skin-tight jeans, pulled down a pair of pink panties and tossed them aside with a flick of her foot. She showed off her searing bod for a moment in that superheated kitchen, then jumped ass-backwards up onto the table and spread her legs.

Her pussy was old-school – plenty of springy, blonde fur for a guy to cushion his balls on – and soaking wet. She plunged two of her fingers into her gash and started pumping, as I somehow managed to untangle my belt buckle and zipper, my feet from my dropped dress pants and drawers, my eyes never straying from the sexpot’s pistoning hand. And when I was as rudely nude as she was, she unplugged her dripping fingers, briefly showed them to me, and then stuck them in her mouth and sucked on them.

My rock-hard cock vibrated with anticipation, a seven-inch spear of pulsing, pink flesh with an eye intent on stabbing Nadine’s moist pussy. She pulled her fingers out of her mouth and grabbed on to my throbbing dong, tugged on it with her hot little hand, my body jerking at her warm, wet touch.

‘Fuck me!’ she hissed.

I pushed her back onto the table, shouldered her legs, and split her pussy lips wide open with my dickhead. She cried out with joy, and I grunted with satisfaction, sinking shaft deep into her twat. I started churning my hips, sliding my pole back and forth in the woman’s amazingly juicy, gripping sexhole. She held on to her jouncing boobs and rolled her flared nipples, as I licked and bit her calves, pounded cock into her cunt like a man possessed.

And just when I was about to blow my load, salute the MILF’s ultra-hot body and lovin’ with a shower of sizzling sperm, she decided to switch positions. She jerked my prick out of her pussy and jumped down off the table, spun around and bent over and stuck her big, bronze ass out at me. ‘Fuck me now!’ she demanded, gripping the edge of the kitchen table.

I grabbed ahold of my slickened member and smacked Nadine’s brazen ass cheeks with its bloated head, watching the twin, golden orbs ripple with delight. Then I felt for her greasy slit with the tip of my dick and found it, slammed my dong home again. I grasped her waist and brutally pumped her, the table skidding on the linoleum tiles, our bodies smacking loudly and wetly together, in time to my frantic cock-thrusts.

‘Yes!’ Nadine shrieked, her body trembling with orgasm.

‘Mother-fucker!’ I bellowed, the stifling room spinning, my balls boiling over. I grabbed on to Nadine’s ponytail and jerked her head back, her mouth breaking open in a silent scream, sperm cannonading out of my cock and pulsing deep into her sopping sex. I desperately thumped her bottom, riding the gasping, lathered lady like a horse, riding out the electric storm of our ecstasy.

Later that sultry afternoon, after we’d cleared up the remaining paperwork, Nadine suggested that we have a picnic dinner down by the stream that ran through her property. I agreed, then waited impatiently while she packed a wicker basket full of eats and then changed her clothes.

It was worth the wait, though, because when she finally emerged from her bedroom, she looked absolutely spectacular in a white, summer, almost-see-through dress and a big, floppy, white summer hat with a blue ribbon around its crown. Her bare, brown arms and shoulders and legs and chest were mouth-wateringly highlighted against the filmy white background of her dress, her long blonde hair loose around her shoulders. And I could’ve died a happy death from sexual suffocation in the depths of her plunging bronze cleavage.

I tucked the wicker basket under one arm and the wicked MILF under the other, and we strolled out the back door. We walked across a field, through a scraggly cluster of elms, and then down a hill that led to a shallow stream. And when I dropped the basket down on the grassy bank of the creek, Nadine curled around in my arms and embraced me with her lips.

‘Come to daddy!’ I murmured, tasting her glossy lips, gripping her full, only-slightly-drooping bottom through the skimpy material of her dress.

We kissed passionately under the blistering sun, rekindling our nooner fire, the only sounds the babbling brook, the twittering birds, and the wet smacking of our lips and tongues. Eventually, Nadine slipped out of my grasp and pulled her dress up over her head, revealing Nadine and nothing else underneath. Her curvy, sun-kissed body shone ripe and delicious for the picking, and I quickly dismantled my own duds, my cock springing up and sniffing the air.

‘Looks like you could use some cooling off, young man,’ Nadine laughed, her eyes twinkling. She flipped off her shoes and stepped into the creek, scooped up some water and splashed me with it.

I took it on the chest, like a man, my nipples hardening on impact. Then I strode into the gurgling brook after my motherly lover, till we were both up to our knees in the cool, crystal-clear water, our hot, naked bodies glued together.

We kissed and frenched some more, Nadine’s tits surging against my smooth chest, my dick pressing hard into her flat stomach. Then she abruptly broke away and bounded further up the stream, plopped down on a large, sun-heated rock that stood squarely in the middle of the water. She spread her legs, opening the furry gates of heaven, and beckoned me to come forward. ‘Eat me!’ she hissed.

I waded over to her like an obedient, anxious little boy, then stopped and stared at her pussy, at the moisture glistening on the swollen pink lips that peeked out from under her downy, blonde thatch of fur. Then I dropped to my knees in the water and grabbed on to Nadine’s baby-bottom smooth thighs and dove tongue-first into her twat.

‘God, yes!’ she wailed, her body jumping when my tongue touched her slit. She leaned back on the rock, fingers gripping the jagged edge behind her, splayed jugs thrust out to the glaring sun.

I earnestly licked her pussy, savouring her tangy juices, amazed, again, at how wet the old-enough-to-be-my-mother babe could get. Then I clawed her slick, engorged lips apart and speared her juicy pink, fucking her with my tongue, rubbing her puffed-up clit with my thumb. I sank deeper into the water, into the sandy creek bottom, as I lapped and lapped at the lady’s soaking wet snatch, Nadine moaning low and long, her body rippling with sexual electricity.

I pulled my tongue out of her slit and latched my sticky lips onto her clit, sucking hard on it. She howled with joy and her sweat-dappled body arched off the rock, her locked muscles standing out in stark relief, her powerful thighs crushing my head. She was jolted by orgasm again and again and again, girl-juice gushing out of her gash and into my mouth.

It took a while, but once Nadine and I had gotten our breath back, she instructed me to stand up on the hot rock. I climbed onto the now-slippery stone while Nadine stood in the creek, facing me and my steel-hard prick. She looked at my twitching rod for a couple of sex-charged seconds, moist lips only inches away from my mushroomed hood, and then she smiled up at me and vacuumed my cap into her warm, wet mouth, started tugging on it. She sucked expertly on my dickhead, her tongue scouring the sensitive underside of my prick.

‘Yeah, momma!’ I groaned.

Nadine juggled my balls with her right hand while she slid her left up my sun-blasted chest and played with my nipples, her puffy lips inching slowly and inexorably down my pulsating pole. She consumed more and more of my turgid meat, till she had a throbbing two-thirds of it secured in her experienced mouth. That’s when I thrust my hips forward, throat-burying myself to the bone.

She didn’t even gag, so I grabbed on to her blonde tresses and mouth-fucked that mother, plunging my cock down her throat repeatedly. She dug her claws into my ass and hung on for the ride. And within a short, sunstroked minute or so, my throat-diving dick exploded.

‘I’m coming!’ I hollered, frantically pumping my hips, wildly throating my old lady. I clutched her hayseed locks and sprayed her mouth full of sperm, my sweat-slick body shaking like a wheat stalk in a tornado.

Nadine doggedly gulped down just as much of my spurting jizz as she could, the rest spilling out of the whitened corners of her mouth and running down her chin. And when I finally yanked my slimy, spent cock out of the sexpot’s hell-blazing mouth, I glanced up and saw a girl standing on the ridge above us, a shotgun cradled in her arms.

‘W-who’s that!?’ I yelped, pointing at the armed girl staring down at the obscenely naked pair of us.

Nadine nonchalantly gathered up some cum from around her mouth, licked her fingers clean, and then gripped my sodden cock and looked at where I was pointing. ‘Oh, that’s my daughter, Janine,’ the sensuous farmer’s daughter remarked, licking her lips and swallowing, swirling her hand up and down my dong. ‘She doesn’t like it much when I take up with strange men.’