Summer Help_(0)

Fbailey story number 561


Summer Help


After Dad died Mom and I had a hard time of it. The farm was just a little more than the two of us could handle. I was only sixteen so Mom started looking for summer help.

We got a letter from Bobby Brown asking us if we still needed help. He was twenty-one years old and in need of a place to stay. He would basically work for room and board, but he needed a bus ticket from Ohio.

Mom sent him the ticket. A few days later we were at the station waiting when the bus rolled in. Just a bunch of old people got off and one really pretty teenage girl. She was Bobby Brown. She had on a tube top and a miniskirt.

Mom said, “There must be a mistake.”

Bobby said, “There isn’t any mistake, you offered me a job, and here I am. I can do the job. Probably better than any boy that I know of. Just give me a chance.”

She tossed her bags in the back of the pickup truck and climbed up into the cab. I got to look right up her skirt. She was wearing a pair of pink panties with the words ‘I love you’ printed on the back them across her fine ass.

I said as softly as I could, “I love you too.”

Bobby turned around and smiled at me. Before Mom got in she said, “I never wear any panties on Sunday.”

Mom got in behind the wheel and drove us home. It was Bobby that insisted that we show her the lay of the land that first day before we ate dinner and slowed down for the evening. She absorbed everything like a sponge.

During dinner she asked Mom what her plans were for the farm that summer. Then she proceeded to tell Mom what she would do if she were her. They reached a compromise. It meant a lot more work in the beginning but with more reward in the end. Hay became wheat, corn became soybeans, and we put in a big vegetable garden with a roadside stand. We added a few baby cows to raise for veal too.

Bobby sure knew her stuff.

That next morning it was Bobby getting me up. It was still dark out. She threw the covers off me and smiled at my morning erection. Then as if it were her job she leaned down and sucked me dry.

I dressed and we were out in the fields just as the sun came up. Plowing and disking the field three times was her idea but it took us three days to do it before we could plant just one field. As soon as it was ready we planted the seed and moved on to another field.

Bobby woke me up every morning and sucked my cock dry. That first Sunday she sat on my cock and reminded me that she never wore panties on Sunday. We went to church and then rested. During dinner Mom asked us how we were getting along.

Bobby quite seriously said, “Oh, we get along just fine. I suck his cock every morning and he does whatever I tell him to do after that.”

Mom looked at Bobby then she looked at me and then she started laughing her ass off. I hadn’t seen her laugh like that since Dad died. Then Mom said, “I used to do the same thing to his father.” Then Mom started laughing again.

Bobby stood and lifted up the front of her dress and said, “For being a good boy all week I gave him this, this morning. My pussy and no panties, just incase he wants it again.”

I coughed and sputtered, “I can have it again.”

Bobby said, “Only on Sundays otherwise we won’t get anything done during the week.”

Mom laughed and said, “You know how to run my farm and you can handle my son.