As a twenty – year – old, after a year in college, John had become very disillusioned with my prospects. Not only was he failing his classes, but he felt like a little cog in a big machine, a machine designed to extract money from people like me. However, his parents had high expectations, and he didn t want to disappoint them. After much consideration, John figured he would take a semester off to figure things out. As expected, his parents were not only disappointed but angry as well.

"So, what the hell are you going to do?" his father asked.

"I don t know yet, " John replied.

As he retreated to his room, his father yelled, "Maybe you should join the marines, that way you can get your shit straight!"

John wanted to cry something back, but he didn t have anything to say. It also didn t help that his Dad was an old, hard – ass marine. The next few weeks were hell. John s parents were unrelenting and reminded him about his shortcomings daily. He had gotten a job at a local insurance agency, but he felt like his parents didn t want him in their house anymore. John had always been an outdoors person, and the situation was becoming unbearable. He tried to stay out of the house as much as possible. Every day, there was an argument about how school was the only option and how he had to either go back or start thinking about moving out.

All this bickering finally subsided when his Dad got a phone call from his sister, John s Aunt Rose. My Uncle James had passed away due to a heart attack, and we had to fly there to pay our final farewell to him. It wasn t a long flight considering it was from California to Idaho. It was nice to see his cousin and Aunt after three years. It was sad to see them in their misery, but John loved them and was glad he could be there.

John s Uncle had been a very reserved man, and he had grown to like him over the years, but he never really knew him all that well. His Aunt, on the other hand, had always been very loving and motherly. She had the warmth that came from working with animals and was always very polite. His cousin, Megan, was twenty – three and attending school on the east coast. She was four years older than John, but she had always seemed much older to him. She had always been wise beyond her years and had always been a full – grown woman in his eyes. She had flown back as soon as she had heard about her father.

We arrived Friday night and planned to leave Sunday night after the funeral. Pleasantries and condolences were exchanged that first night. The older folk, including his parents, talked with my Aunt and other family members far into the night. John, on the other hand, decided to turn in early. He was given his Uncle s old study, and he found it very hard to sleep. The man had passed away, yet there were traces of his existence all around him. Mercifully, he dozed to sleep.

The following day John awoke to his father s hand gently shaking him. "John, wake up. " It was hard to stay asleep with his big bear paw on John s shoulder. "Listen, " his Dad said as John turned to see him. "I know that I ve been riding you lately, and I m sorry. I know you ll figure it out, and I just want you to know that I ve got your back no matter what you choose to do, " he smiled. Last night s talk must have opened his eyes to how fleeting life was. John was still half asleep, but he felt a significant weight lift off his shoulders, both literally and emotionally. "Now get up; we have some work to do, " his father finished. Although he didn t admit it to himself, he knew deep inside what work his father had in mind. Every time we visited Aunt Rose, we ended up helping around the farm. Unlike back home, where the day starts at 7 or 8 am, it starts at 5 or 6 am here. John got his clothes and jacket and followed his Dad as they headed towards the small field behind the barn.

Our family has grown up on or around farms, so farm work was second nature to his father. On the other hand, John was less experienced, but he was willing to jump right in. Being on his father s good side renewed his attitude on life. Soon they were milking the small herd of cows my Uncle and Aunt owned. By the time they finished, John s forearms felt sore. His Dad laughed as he watched John open and close his hand.

"She had some hard tits that one, " John said jokingly.

"Yeah that s why I let you have that one, " his Dad replied. "Your Uncle really like that cow. He used to say it was the best damn cow he had ever owned, " his Dad said while looking back at the herd.

The mornings here truly felt magical. The sky was golden as the sun rose over the hilltops. John also looked around and could see the steam rising from the cows backs. The calves suckled quietly on their mothers. It was a beautiful scene, to say the least.

By the time we got back to the house, the women had already started breakfast. The place was bustling with people as neighbors and friends offered their condolences. The rest of the day went just like that. People came and left, while my Aunt tried her best to remain a good hostess.

Tomorrow would be my Uncle s funeral, and it was really starting to set in that he was gone. Late that evening, a small circle of men sat around a fire outside my Aunt s house. John could see they were all men who were a lot like his Uncle, landowners, and men of integrity. His Dad was talking to them, and John decided to join them. They spoke of my Uncle and the kind of man he was, telling stories about some of his crazy ideas and sayings.

All in all, it was a good feeling as John learned more about the man who he knew so little about. He soon found out that his Uncle had not only been an excellent husband to his Aunt but a perfect friend to all of them. At one time or another, he had helped each of these men. They were saddened to have lost him so soon. He had only been 46. My Aunt was only 40.

Soon the talk took a somber tone as one man asked my father, "Has Rose told you what she plans to do with the farm?"

"No, not yet, " his father replied calmly. "I will talk to her before I go and make sure she has what she needs. In any case she s a strong woman and she has that going for her, " he finished as he took a drink from his beer.

After a few seconds, my Dad spoke again. "In any case, I think John might stay here with her for a while. " John had his eyes fixated on the fire this whole time but processed what his father had said. "What about it?, " asked his Dad as he patted John s back.

"Sounds like a plan. " John replied, wondering if he was drunk.

With that said, the men eased back on their chairs and watched the fire before them. John walked behind an old tractor that had been there for as long as he could remember, unleashing a small torrent of piss on the side of one of the rear wheels.

"You could go inside and do that, " he heard his cousin Megan s voice in the dark.

Quickly he zipped up his jeans and looked up to where the voice was coming from. His cousin was lying on her back on top of the engine compartment of the tractor.

"I m sorry, " he muttered, embarrassed.

Hearing my voice, she quickly turned to see me. "Oh, its you... " she said, surprised.

John tried kicking some dirt over the little pond he had created. The last thing he wanted was for his cousin to smell was his piss. She smiled only slightly.

"I wonder what my mom would think... " she started, "she used to yell at my dad for peeing on that exact same spot you know, " she said sadly.

John noticed the distinct difference in some of the grass s color by the tractor s rear and front wheels. When he looked back up at Megan, he could see her eyes watering and knew she was trying not to cry. She slowly turned around, and John stood there wondering what to do. His eyes wandered up and down her small frame. She had always been a beauty. She had her mother s brown wavy hair and a pretty face to go with it. She was shorter than her Mom but had inherited the wide hips and ample bust that she always tried to hide by wearing a sweater.

"I m sorry about your dad, " John said slowly.

"Thanks, " she said, still facing away.

Without a word, John climbed up the side of the tractor and leaned over her. She was sniffling, and the hood of her sweater covered her face. He gently kissed the only visible part of her cheek. She smiled, and he jumped back off the side of the old beast. He headed back to the house, a little relieved and feeling generally good about himself.

The following day they had the funeral. The entire day was a sad ordeal. John soon realized how much he hated seeing his Mom and Aunt cry. His Dad had an arm around his Aunt, but her shoulders still shook hard. John didn t feel like crying but watching his mother sob broke his composure, and he could feel his eyes watering. His cousin was sobbing uncontrollably, and John was glad her friends were around her. She had always been Daddy s Girl, and now she was reeling, having seen her father s casket buried. They stayed there hours after the funeral had ended, and John couldn t help but contemplate all the changes death brought.

On the way back to his Aunt s home, John and his Dad talked about what his Dad had said yesterday. John had given it very little thought, considering his Dad had been a little drunk, but now saw he was earnest. They had a long discussion about how it might be helpful if John stayed with his Aunt for a few weeks, and John couldn t help but agree. He was perfect for the task. He had nothing waiting for him back home, and he was grateful for a change in scenery. Getting his father off his back was another blessing that sealed the deal. His father didn t waste any time proposing the idea to my Aunt about John staying.

The first thing out of her mouth was, "Don t you have school?"

John smiled and replied, "Not for a couple of months. "

It was the truth; the school term had ended, and she didn t need to know that he planned on skipping the following semester. On the other hand, his cousin would be heading back as soon as she could find a flight. She had signed up for the summer session and needed to be back at school that same week. After some discourse, it was agreed that John would stay.

Hours later, John s parents got their things ready for their morning flight, and he turned in earlier than usual. John s father took him aside and informed him that he would be depositing some funds to help with the expenses. John was glad, considering he had only a few hundred dollars from his last job. He spent the next couple of minutes thinking about what the next days would bring. He would be staying with his recently widowed Aunt on a small farm; freedom, at last, he thought.

The following day John awoke to the sound of his parents getting ready to leave. He got dressed, then joined them. He kissed his mother goodbye and hugged his Dad for a long time.

"Take good care of her, " his Dad said in his deep voice.

"I will Dad, " John replied.

Aunt Rose had always been very close to John s Dad, and he could feel the weight behind his Dad s request. Aunt Rose hugged each of them, and John s Mom finished by saying, "You give me a call if he gives you any trouble, and don t be afraid to smack him if he acts up... . you have my permission. " She said, smiling.

"I wouldn t dream of it, " his Aunt Rose answered as she looked at me lovingly.

John waved them goodbye as the cab pulled away. Aunt Rose was in the doorway when he turned around, smiling at him. She opened her arms, and soon he found himself pressing willingly into the softness of her breasts.

That day John spent most of the time cleaning around the house and farm; his Aunt spent it mainly indoors. He found it incredibly difficult to talk to her about his Uncle, and he dreaded that his cousin would be leaving the next day. The day flew by as he explored the farm and the rest of the grounds. John could see himself falling in love with this lifestyle.

The next day, he drove his cousin to the airport, and it was now time to say goodbye.

"Take good care of my mom John, " Megan told him.

"Don t worry I will... " He answered reassuringly.

Megan had suggested to her Mom that she d stay a while longer, but she would have nothing of it.

"No Megan you need to finish up your schoolwork and besides I ll be fine with John here. "

And so it was, my cousin flew back east to finish her classes, and John became Aunt Rose s only company.

The next few days consisted of John getting accustomed to the routine. Surprisingly, his Aunt knew as much, if not more, than his father about tending the farm. John found himself following her lead most of the time. As the days went on, he found himself more and more comfortable around her. In the days following the funeral, they had become close friends. John recounted his stories about past girlfriends, and his Aunt told me how she and Uncle James had met. John could see the sadness in her eyes on some days, and he tried his best to keep her spirits high. Slowly, he began to grow more and more fond of her.

The following day John noticed that he had no clothes left in his suitcase. He had only packed for a few days, and now he was shit out of luck. John tried looking for the jeans he had worn the day before but didn t see them anywhere. John only had the pair of briefs he had fallen asleep with, and to make matters worse, they had multiple holes around the elastic band. He stayed in his room for a little while, wondering what to do.

However, John heard his Aunt yell from the kitchen, "John, what do you want for breakfast!?"

"Anything is fine by me Aunt Rose!" I yelled back.

A few minutes later, I heard her yell again, "Breakfast is almost ready!"

I yelled back, "Ummm I can t find my jeans... "

A couple of seconds passed, and John was about to yell again when he heard her say, "Oh honey, I think they are all in the wash. They re almost done, but you better get in here before your breakfast gets cold", finally.

He searched the room for a towel but found none.

"You do have underwear right?" he heard her yell down the hall again.

"Yeah, " he replied. John was glad that his morning woody was gone because going to the kitchen with only his tighty whiteys was quite frightening.

John tried to make it to his seat at the table before his Aunt turned around, but he was too late.

"Oh honey, you don t wear boxers?" she asked, smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron.

"Umm, no, I don t really like them, " he replied while his hands were desperately trying to cover his manhood.

"I m sorry Honey, I didn t know those were all your jeans. I would have left one had I known. " she informed him.

"Its okay Aunt Rose, I appreciate you washing them. " he replied. John s embarrassment had already been too high, but now he could feel his face turning red.

She started scrambling some eggs while in her pj s, and he could not help but stare at her ass as she did that. Her pj s were probably not designed to be sexy, but her ass was so plump and voluptuous that it stretched the fabric slightly, and John could almost picture her naked through it. He didn t think he could be more embarrassed, but being only in briefs while watching her cook awoke his cock faster than any porno he had ever watched. John only hoped that he didn t have to stand up soon.

"Honey, can you get me the flour that s behind you in that cupboard, I m going to make some pancakes, " she said.

"Oh, that s okay Aunt Rose, I don t want any pancakes, " he replied, hoping she wouldn t ask him to get something else.

"Well I do, so if you could please, " she said.

I stood up quickly and started looking through the pantry. To my horror, I couldn t find it.

"Baby, you know you have a hole in your underwear?" she asked teasingly.

"Yeah, " he said, more embarrassed than ever.

Finally, John found the flour and turned around quickly so that she couldn t see the hole any longer. He thought about tossing the flour box to her but decided against it. He walked quickly, covering his crotch area with the flour box, trying not to be too obvious. When he got close to her, he extended it to her.

"How bout you help me make them, " she said.

It was now that John noticed that she was relishing in his discomfort. She had a hint of defiance in her eyes. He tried not to think about anything sexual, but his cock throbbed as he saw the cleavage.

"I don t really know how to make them, " John said, trying to save himself from being so exposed.

"That s okay, I ll teach you, " she replied quickly.

She grabbed the box out of his hand, and he saw her eyes shift down towards his pulsating cock. He looked down to see how obvious his condition was; it was worse than he could imagine, to his horror. His cock had become so hard and hot that he had not noticed the dark pulsating head peeking over the elastic band of his underwear.

"Oh My!" my Aunt said almost in a whisper.

Her left hand covered her cleavage while the other hand still held the spatula. John rushed to cover it up with his hands, but the damage was done. He turned to run, but his Aunt caught his arm.

"Honey, it s okay, " she said quickly yet lovingly. "Just get a towel from that counter over there and try covering up as best you can, " she said in the same tender tone.

He made his way to the towel and went back to the table with the towel wrapped around his waist. John must have been a sad site sitting there at the table with my face in my hands.

"Honey its okay, " he heard my Aunt say again as she slid a plate in front of him.

John couldn t bring himself to look at her, and he wouldn t have had she not pleaded with him, "Look at me baby. "

He slowly looked up to see her beautiful face. She was leaning over the table, and her cleavage was impossible not to look at. He was utterly hopeless, and she must have thought this as well because she let out a smile when she caught his stare.

"I got an idea, " she sprung up suddenly.

She turned around and untied her apron, then, to John s disbelief, she slid her shirt off. She wasn t wearing a bra, and he could see the sides of her breasts even as she faced away from me. Slowly she turned around, and his mouth dropped while his cock throbbed with renewed vigor.

"See, now we are even, " she said smiling. She sat down across the table, and her tits swayed slightly as she set her plate before her. "Honey, you might be able to chew your food better if you close your mouth now and again, " she said coyly.

He roused himself and tried to concentrate on my food but kept looking up at Aunt Rose s incredible, round, soft tits sitting in front of him. Her nipples were timid now, but he could see them springing forward if given enough attention. Her aureoles were a shade darker than the rest of her skin, making it a little harder to breathe. She had a distinct tan line around her breasts. John wanted to caress them more than ever and tuck his hand underneath them to feel their weight. Soon, however, breakfast was over, and Aunt Rose put her shirt back on.

"Better not tell your dad... or your mom, " she said jokingly.

"I won t, " he managed to say, his embarrassment virtually gone.

"Now, you better get out there and work some of that energy off, " she pointed cautiously at his crotch.

"Will do, " he replied.

"And one more thing hon, " she said as he started to walk out of the kitchen, "we need to get you some new underwear and jeans. "

John managed to let out a small laugh and said, "Yeah I know. "

Significant changes started occurring after my Aunt stopped wearing her black attire. Since the funeral, she wore nothing but black, but she was back to her everyday wear after two weeks. Black clothes just didn t cut it when working on the farm. However, with this change also came some unexpected challenges. John couldn t help but stare at her after she started wearing her everyday work clothes. Her work jeans hugged tightly around her legs and butt, and it was lovely to see her walk to and fro. Her behind was plump, and her jeans only highlighted its perfection. He had always known her breasts were relatively large but watching her walk around the farm and house really extenuated the bosom she possessed. She was truly well endowed in this respect. The years had taken some of the perkiness away, but a beautiful, supple body now remained in its place.

As John was working on a fence near the barn, he saw her washing some rags on an old – fashioned washboard. Her breasts moving freely as she plunged the rags up and down the board was hypnotizing. If she was wearing a bra, it wasn t helping. Her shirt wasn t skin tight but tight enough to see the roundness of their shape as they bounced up and down. He soon felt his cock pulsating in his jeans, and he couldn t help but stand up as his cock rectified itself longways down his leg. John felt ashamed and embarrassed at his reaction, but what could he do.

It had been weeks since John had any sort of release. He had no girlfriend back home, and he didn t feel like masturbating in his dead Uncle s house. It also didn t help that he was sleeping in his cousin s room. However, that night, he could not keep himself from stroking his cock. In the silence of the night, he pictured his Aunt on that washboard. Soon he was shooting cum into the air, and guilt plagued me.

A few weeks turned into two months of working on the farm. John had decided about his future; he loved this life, and he decided to stay there. He actually loved the farm life.