Home from the War

Martha could not contain herself. As soon as she saw the taxi heading down the long gravel driveway she squealed and burst from the front door to meet the taxi in front of the white farmhouse. Her husband, Bill Johansson smiled from the porch as Martha quickly hugged their daughter-in-law, Ellen, and immediately took their 4-month-old grandson, Billy from her arms. Martha beamed at Bill as she headed back up the sidewalk toward the porch. "Go get Ellen's bag and pay the man, Bill."

"Yes, dear." As Bill walked past Ellen on the sidewalk, he gave her a big bear hug. "Hello, sweetheart. You look great!" Ellen was also of Scandinavian decent. She had blond hair cut in the fashion of the day and big blue eyes. She was wearing a dress that ended below the knees.

"Thanks, Dad. I've been working hard to lose my baby weight. I'm almost down to my pre-pregnancy weight."

"Well," said Bill smiling and admiring her young curvy figure, "that's not what I meant, but good for you, doll. Your figure looks great, too." He wasn't kidding. She looked great.

Martha smiled and watched Bill walk down the walkway to the taxi. She whispered to Ellen, "Being 23 and nursing Billy doesn't hurt with the weight loss, I'm sure."

Ellen looked at Martha with a wan smile on her face. "Actually, my breasts may be the reason why I'm still slightly overweight. I feel like Jane Russell in that new motion picture, The Outlaw."

"Well, I haven't seen it, but that's nonsense." Martha reached out with her free left hand and lifted Ellen's right breast, "You're a big C-cup at most. They're perfect on your frame! You were a tad small chested before the baby." She cupped Ellen's face and kissed her on the cheek. "Bill's right. Your figure is perfect!"

Ellen blushed and looked toward Bill who was busy paying the driver. Neither man had noticed that Martha had fondled her breast. "Thanks, Mom. I needed that. It's really hard feeling sexy when I have a baby on one hip and no man around to... well, you know."

"I know." Both ladies' eyes formed tears. "Bill and I were just listening to the latest news on the radio, and it sounds like General Patton has the Krauts on the run in France. Some of our boys may cross over into Germany soon. I'm sure Will is fine. Some people are predicting that Germany will surrender before Christmas." Martha beamed at Ellen. "He'll be home soon enough."

Bill was coming up the driveway carrying two of Ellen's suitcases. He noticed the ladies had puffy eyes and asked, "Is everything alright?"

"Just silly girl stuff, dear." Martha wiped her eyes with her ever-present handkerchief.

"Well then, let's get inside. It's too cool for Billy out here." Bill held the door open for the ladies and their infant grandson.

"We've got the nursery set up in my study and we've got you set up in Will's old bedroom."

***

Staff Sergeant Will Johansson had joined the U.S. Army on December 8, 1941, like so many other boys around the country. He had waited in the long line to join the U.S. Navy but changed his mind when the Army recruiter had shouted that the Navy and Marine recruits were headed to the Pacific to fight "the Japs," but Army recruits would head to Europe to fight "those damn Nazis." Will didn't care. He just wanted to fight.

As promised, Will saw fighting in West Africa and Sicily where he was seriously wounded. The medical staff sent him back to the U.S. mainland in August 1943 for convalescence. After a month in the hospital, he was released for a month of R&R. He took that opportunity to marry his high school sweetheart back in Iowa, and much to everyone's delight, Ellen conceived Billy on their honeymoon. Unfortunately, he was immediately reactivated and sent to Britain in October 1943. He had hit the beach at Omaha on June 6 as a squad sergeant in the 1st Infantry Division and was now somewhere in France.

The loneliness and stresses of having an infant child finally had climaxed for Ellen. She needed help! Ellen's parents had been killed in a car accident when she was young, and her aunt and uncle had raised her along with their large family of six children. Asking to move back in with them with a new baby seemed wrong, so, she wrote to her in-laws who lived on a farm.

Bill and Martha were delighted at the prospect of having their daughter-in-law and grandson stay with them until Will returned from the war, and the process of getting their home ready for their extended stay had begun immediately. Will's old room had been converted by Martha with pretty curtains and a new handmade quilt. Bill had built a new baby crib, making room in his study by moving his beloved Philco Floor Radio to the living room along with his favorite chair. Bill listened to music late into the night with the Philco turned way down low while Martha slept.

***

Bill cocked his head down the hall and reached over to silence the already very low volume on the radio. He heard Billy whimper and then there was...nothing. He went back to reading his newspaper when there was the unmistakable cry of a hungry infant. He placed his pipe on the ashtray, put his paper on the table next to his chair, and walked into his study. Billy's face was crinkled up and was bright red as he screamed. "Shhhh, little man." Bill reached into the crib and picked up his grandson, turning on the lamp in the room.

Ellen appeared at the doorway. Her blond hair was mussed, and she was rubbing her eyes with the back of her fist. Her athletic legs extended below the light blue striped men's pajama top that she was wearing that was several sizes too big on her. Clearly, this was one of Will's pajama tops. The hem of the top ended about mid-thigh. "Thanks, Dad. I'll take him," she said with a croaky voice.

Bill noticed that despite the baggy top she was wearing, her heavy milk-laden breasts gently swayed from side-to-side as she walked to the rocking chair that had been moved into the makeshift nursery for just this reason. He also noticed that the crotch of his pants was suddenly a bit too tight. Bill turned his back to her and said, "I'll go back to the living room to give you some privacy."

Ellen grabbed a quilt, placed it over her legs, and arranged Billy in the crook of her right arm. "Nonsense, Dad. Please sit down and visit with me...that is, if you're not too embarrassed to stay."

Ellen unbuttoned the top three buttons of the pajama top and briefly exposed her right breast before Billy hungrily latched onto the nipple. Although Bill had only gotten a brief view of her dark, thick nipple, he now had a nice view of her ample right orb along with just a bit of cleavage that also showed a hint of the swell of her left breast. Those are perfect, he thought to himself. He realized he was staring at Ellen's chest and quickly looked up at her face. She was staring straight into Bill's eyes and a big smile spread across her face. Bill was mortified and turned bright pink.

"Don't be embarrassed, Dad. It's only natural for a man to be interested in what's inside a woman's blouse."

"Yeah, maybe," he stammered, "but, you're my daughter-in-law." Bill quickly sat down in the leather chair across from Ellen and the baby to hide his stiffening penis.

"But I'm still a woman and you're still a man." Her smile went from a knowing, naughty smile to more of a warm, loving smile. "Anyway, I miss having a man look at me that way. I haven't seen Will since October '43." Her eyes grew wide as she thought about it. "It's been a full year."

Billy was making loud suckling noises. She looked down at him and said, "Anyway, boys never seem to lose their interest in women's breasts."

Ellen looked at the clock on the mantle and then asked Bill, "What are you doing awake at 4:30 in the morning?"

"I'll be milking the cows in a few minutes. You'll hear them start complaining soon when their bags get too full and sore."

Ellen smiled. "I know the feeling!"

Bill returned her knowing smile and continued. "I usually get up before the the chickens." He quietly laughed at his own joke. "I really don't require that much sleep. It's just the way my body works. It's a nice problem to have when one is a dairy farmer."

Ellen made a statement, but it was really a question, "Mom seems to need a lot more sleep."

"True. She goes to bed early and sleeps in most mornings to eight o'clock or so. It's the reason we probably only had Will and not more children." Bill suddenly realized what he had said, and the implications of the statement and he began to blush once again.

Ellen didn't respond, but she caught the meaning. Bill and Martha didn't appear to have much of a romantic relationship and apparently hadn't had one for a long time. She thought to herself, how sad it is that two people can be so close and yet so far away, and my love is so far away and so close to my heart. She gave Bill a sad smile and looked down at Billy who had fallen asleep with Ellen's nipple in his mouth.

"Someone has fallen asleep." Ellen moved the quilt off her lovely legs and leaned forward in preparation of standing up from the rocking chair. Her heavy breasts rocked forward and as she stood; the fabric of the pajama top opened revealing the dark erect nipples of both breasts. She looked toward the crib giving Bill a long, safe view of her full breasts. She placed Billy in the crib and leaned far over the safety rail to give Billy a peck on the cheek, which caused the fabric of the top to ride way up the backs of her legs, not quite exposing her round, fit rump. She then buttoned the top as she turned around to Bill. "Good night, Dad. Thanks for keeping me company."

"Good night, Ellen. Sweet dreams." When she had exited the room, he used his hand to relieve the awkward position of his fully engorged penis giving himself some much-appreciated relief. He went to the back door and pulled his work coat and hat off the hooks. He had a date with his girls in the barn. As soon as he opened the door, the cows began to bay and complain.

***

"Cream and sugar in your coffee, dear?" Martha asked Ellen as she entered the kitchen. Martha was humming and flittering around the kitchen, obviously in a good mood.

"Please."

"I'm making biscuits and the hens laid 16 eggs yesterday, so we'll have fresh eggs as well. They won't lay as many when it gets cold, so we better enjoy them while we have them."

"Sounds lovely." Ellen had not had eggs for at least a year. There were shortages in the cities, and it seemed too much of a luxury when her love was risking his life in Europe for the free world. "Where's Dad?"

"Oh, sweetie, he usually works out in the barn or fields until breakfast. His internal clock will tell him it's time to eat." Martha placed a piping hot cup of coffee in front of Ellen. "How many times did Billy get up last night?"

"Just once. He's sleeping pretty good now." Right on cue Billy began to fuss from Bill's study. Just as Ellen began to rise from her chair, Bill entered the house through the back door. He heard Billy's cries and said, "I'll get him." A few seconds later he entered the kitchen carrying Billy.

"I'll change him for you if you show me where you're keeping the clean diapers."

"Come on, Dad." She took Billy into the crook of her left arm and reached back with her right hand. She took Bill's left hand in her right hand, and they walked down the hall together. When they reached his study she said, "Mom told me to put diapers in the bottom drawer here." Ellen removed a changing pad and a clean diaper. She turned to Bill and said, "Please go get a warm washcloth for me." When Bill returned, Ellen had placed Billy on the pad and had removed the pins from the diaper. "Don't forget that little boys love to pee just as soon as you remove their diaper. I suggest strategic quickness!" Ellen smiled at Bill. "You boys and your penises." She blushed but was enjoying the familiarity with Bill.

"Actually, I don't ever remember changing Will. Men just didn't do that sort of thing back in the twenties."

"I guess not." She looked down at Billy. "Okay, well, make sure you clean him well. She began to wipe him with the washcloth holding his little bottom off the pad. Once you have him clean, slide the fresh diaper underneath him, sprinkle some talc on his bottom so he won't get a rash, and then fold the diaper just...like...that." She looked up at Bill who was concentrating like there would be a test afterwards. She smiled. "Okay, now the tricky part. Putting in the safety pins without sticking him or yourself." She slid the first pin in and handed him the second pin. "Okay, your turn." She watched him fumble with the pin in his big, work scarred hands, but he managed to get it fastened without a mishap. "Good. You'll get better."

She picked up Billy and walked over to the rocking chair to feed him. She began to unbutton her pajama top when Bill said, "I'm going to get coffee."

Ellen asked, "Will you please bring my coffee in here for me?"

Bill looked down in time to see Ellen's left nipple. It was erect and the areola was twisted and tight. There was a drop of milk threatening to drop from the tip. "Sure, honey."

Bill returned soon after carrying two cups of coffee. He sat down across form Ellen and Billy. He noted that Ellen had not placed a blanket on her beautiful legs like she had the night before. They were smooth and toned. The pale skin of her thighs was on display. Bill crossed his legs to ensure that the tent forming in his pants would not be evident to Ellen. He quietly sipped on his coffee watching this beautiful woman nurse his grandchild.

Ellen was aware that Bill was watching her. She kind of liked being admired by a man again. She was also aware that Bill had crossed his legs and she was pretty sure she knew why. It's nice to know I still can have that effect on men. She looked up into Bill's face. He was staring at her chest. She lowered her eyes so as not to embarrass him. "Did you sit with Mom when she nursed Will?"

"Oh! No. She would have never allowed that. Martha is very modest." He looked as if he was considering something. He looked at the open door and then turned back to Ellen. He whispered, "I'll let you in on a little secret." He turned to the door once again to confirm that no one was listening. "I've never seen Martha naked."

Ellen was shocked. "What?"

Bill put his finger to his lips. "Shhhh." He nodded his head and whispered. "It's true. We only...you know...with the lights off and the curtains drawn. And, we haven't done that in a long time, either."

Ellen had a genuinely sad look on her face. "Golly."

"Yep."

Ellen thought, no wonder he can't take his eyes off me. I wonder if he's ever seen a woman's body. She made up her mind right there to rectify this egregious penalty that Martha had imposed on her husband.

"I don't know why I told you that. Can that just stay our little secret?"

"Of course, Dad." She removed Billy from her breast and put him over her shoulder to burp him. After a few firm pats on his back, he burped loudly. They both smiled. "That's a big man."

Martha walked into the nursery and eyed her husband and then looked at Ellen. She turned back to Bill and asked, "How many eggs do you want, dear? I have plenty."

***

After dinner that evening the four of them settled into the living room to listen to the evening lineup on CBS. Bill preferred CBS because he thought that Edward R. Murrow was the best newsman in Europe, and he trusted their reports of the war more than any other.

"We'll return to Thanks To the Yanks brought to you by Camel Cigarettes right after this news update."

The three adults turned to face the radio as if somehow, they could see the announcer. Bill reached for the dial to turn up the volume as the signal faded and hiss emitted from the speaker. He adjusted the frequency dial and they heard, "This is...hiss...broadcasting live from the New York studios of the Columbia Broadcasting System...hiss."

Bill adjusted again and the voice became clear. "Wendell Wilkie, lawyer, corporate executive and 1940 Republican presidential candidate died today of an apparent heart attack. He was 52 years old."

Bill said, "Hmm."

"In war news, the American push to the Siegfried line got another boost today as elements of the 1st Infantry Division pushed German troops out of the village of Haaren, Germany near the key German city of Aachen." The ladies looked at one another with the mention of "1st Infantry Division." The announcer continued, "In other news from the European Theatre of Operations, on the Estonian island of Saaremaa there was heavy fighting between retreating German troops and red Soviet forces..."

Bill lowered the volume and said to no one in particular, "I'm sure Will is fine." He smiled at the ladies. "It sounds like they may be in Berlin before Christmas, although, that may be too much to hope for."

Ellen said, "I sure hope so." She bounced Billy on her knee. "This little man needs to meet his father and I, for one, couldn't think of a better Christmas present than that!"

Martha moved from the couch to sit next to Ellen and Billy. She hugged Ellen and said, "He'll be home soon, sweetheart."

Bill lit his pipe. "They've got Jerry on the run." He blew a smoke ring. "Yes, sir. They've got old Jerry on the run."

Martha reached over and took Billy from Ellen. "I'll get him changed and ready for bed." She looked down at Ellen as she stood. "Do you want to feed him one more time before bedtime."

Ellen said, "Thanks, Mom. I'll be right in."

Martha spun and her skirt twirled around her as she headed down the hall.

Ellen was quiet for a long while and finally asked, "Dad, do you really think the war will be over by Christmas?"

Bill lit his pipe again, took a long draw, and blew out the smoke through his nostrils. He was carefully considering his answer. "Well, honey, Patton's Third Army is giving them hell." His cheeks turned red, and he said, "Pardon my French."

Ellen smiled. "It's okay, Dad. I've heard some French before. I am married to your son."

Bill smiled. "If you say so." He took another puff from his pipe. "As I was saying, Patton is pressing in from the West and the Soviets are making good progress in the East. If Monty's Operation Market Garden had been successful in September, I would say, 'yes,' the war would be over by Christmas. But those damn - uh, sorry again." His cheeks weren't quite as red this time. "Those limeys never seem to be able to keep up with our boys." Bill's pipe had gone out once again. He lit it and continued, "I'd say that Ike is doing a great job, but if he'd just get Monty out of Patton's way and let him run the war in Europe, our boys would be home a whole lot sooner."

Ellen's eyes teared up.

Bill put his pipe in the ashtray and walked over and sat next to Ellen on the couch. "I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean to upset you."

"No, no, Dad. Don't be silly." She pressed her breast into his chest and hugged him tight. He was embarrassed that he delighted in the soft, firmness of her bosom pressed against him. "I'm being a silly goose because no one tells me the truth about the war. Everyone always tells me what I want to hear, but you're different. You treat me like a woman, not a scared little schoolgirl." She pulled away from him and stared into his eyes. She kissed him on the cheek and hugged him again. "Thanks for treating me like a woman."

Without a word, she got up from the couch and headed down the hall and into the nursery. He watched her firm, round butt fade into the darkness of the hallway. He smiled, moved back to his chair next to the radio and lit his pipe. The memory of her breasts against his chest made him smile. He whispered, "Oh, honey, you're all woman."

***

Things around the house quickly settled into a routine. Bill joined Ellen in the nursery often, and occasionally would catch a peek of a nipple, but Ellen didn't seem to notice, or if she did, she didn't seem to care. Bill assumed that nothing would come of his nightly interludes with Ellen and Billy, but nonetheless enjoyed the closeness of Ellen. They became closer and their conversations became less formal and more familiar. He hadn't realized how much he missed the closeness of a woman.

Ellen, on the other hand, worried that she had crossed a line with Bill when she had hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. Her parents had died when she was young, and she had always lacked the closeness of an older man. She enjoyed having Bill join her in the nursery, just the three of them. She also liked the way Bill looked at her like a woman, and not a daughter-in-law. However, she was worried that if she showed Bill too much attention it might scare him away. She decided to be a little more modest with her breasts when she nursed Billy in the hopes that Bill would continue to show interest in her. She made sure he would see the occasional nipple, but no more.

Martha seemed joyfully oblivious to the whole thing. She was just dying to show Billy off to her friends, but with fuel rationing they didn't take unneeded trips into town. They had decided to wait until the warmer spring to take Billy into town. Soon Bill would need to order his seeds for the Spring planting season, and Martha would tag along with Billy in the front seat of Bill's old Ford truck. Martha literally counted down the days.

By the time March arrived, Billy was nursing less and eating more cereals. He often slept through the night without the need for a night feeding. Ellen's breasts were full and sore each morning and she looked forward to Billy's breakfast feeding. She wasn't looking forward to weaning him.

For his part, Bill continued the daily milking schedule; the cows demanded a routine. He milked the cows every day at 5:00 AM and then again at 5:00 PM. He got up every morning at 4:00 AM like he had since he was a kid growing up on this same dairy farm when his parents ran the family business. When Billy did wake up in the middle of the night to be fed, he eagerly joined Ellen and Billy in the nursery. More often Billy would sleep through the night and Bill would quietly listen to the radio by himself before heading out to the barn in the morning darkness. He found that he missed the closeness with Ellen.

Ellen still woke up most mornings between 4:00 and 5:00 AM, whether Billy needed to be fed or not. She stared at the ceiling in her room feeling sorry for herself. Would Will ever come home from the war? It sounded like the war in Europe was all but over, but she worried that they'd ship Will to the Pacific as soon as the troops were not needed in Europe anymore. Will had been promoted to Sergeant First Class and his expertise would be needed in the Pacific. Afterall, he was a platoon sergeant now. She was sure of it! She reached across the bed to the empty side and wished it had all been a bad dream. It was not.

She heard Bill across the hall walk quietly from his bedroom to the bathroom, and then after a few minutes, he headed to the living room. It must be four o'clock, she thought to herself. Her ears strained to hear Billy crying to be fed, but all she heard was the radio quietly playing orchestral music from the living room. She knew it was silly, but she missed her time with Bill and Billy each night. She moved her hands to her breasts, which were full and firm. She had become used to the soreness. She moved her right hand down her stomach to the waistband of her panties and pushed her fingers under the elastic. She felt the curls of the top of her pubic hair. She had not masturbated since before Billy had been born and she wasn't sure if she should now. She drew both legs up at the knees making room for her hand. Her fingers found the moistness of her outer lips and she allowed her index finger to slide into the warmth of her pussy. A sigh slipped from her mouth. She moved her finger to her clitoris and slowly moved her fingers on each side of her most sensitive area. Rational thought left her mind as the pleasure caused her skin to prickle and the hair on her arms to stand erect. She sucked air into her lungs. Damn, this feels good. Maybe she shouldn't masturbate in her husband's childhood home, but she was going to do it. She lifted her butt from the mattress, pulled her panties off, and threw them onto the floor next to her slippers.

She rolled over onto her stomach and thrust her left hand onto her swollen pussy next to her right hand. She raised her butt into the air and fucked herself with both hands, her eyes closed tight against the wonderful sensations that had been so foreign for a year. Her hips thrust up and down on her hands. She felt her climax begin to build. She worked her clit with her left hand and slid a finger from her right hand into her moist tunnel. She imagined that Will was pressing his body onto her, his thick cock filling her pussy. Her breath quickened. She suddenly realized that Will had been replaced by Bill in her fantasy. He was an animal. He was a bull fucking a cow. Her climax hit her in a huge wave. Her body jerked and she sucked in her breath.

As she began to come down from her pleasure high, she realized that Bill had switched the radio off. Had he headed to the barn or had he heard her in her rapture. She was mortified thinking about her father-in-law listening to her masturbate. She held her breath and listened.

Bill stood in the hallway his ear close to her door and his erect cock pressing uncomfortably against his pants. The telltale sound of the squeaking bed springs had given Ellen away. He knew she was young and lonely, so he certainly didn't think it was wrong for her to relieve her stress. He heard her bed squeak loudly and he realized she was getting out of bed. He rushed to his chair in the living room and placed his unlit pipe into his mouth. He turned up the volume on the radio and quietly listened to the music.

"Hi, Dad."

Bill looked up to see Ellen walk into the living room. Her cheeks were flushed, and her hair was mussed. "Good morning, dear. What are you doing up so early?" Bill was trying hard to act normal, but his penis was swollen and in an awkward position in his pants.

"I couldn't sleep." She sat on the couch across from Bill and pulled a quilt over her legs. "I miss Will."

"I know you do." He had a sad look on his face. She was young and beautiful. "They'll be home soon enough. The war is almost over. The First Army is almost to the Rhine."

"In Europe," she said. "But what if they send Will to the Pacific?"

Bill had thought it was possible but had never said that to Ellen. He was worried, too. The Japanese had shown no inclination toward surrender, and he had heard rumors that millions of men were likely to die in the attack on the main Japanese islands. He didn't want to lie to her, so he said, "It is possible." The honesty and the weight of his statement hit her hard. She began to cry.

Bill immediately regretted it and moved to her side. When he stood, the front of his pants was tented by his erect penis. Ellen noticed but said nothing. Bill sat next to her and put his arm around her. She lowered her head to his chest and sobbed. Her tears dripped onto his shirt. "I'm sorry, honey. I shouldn't have been so blunt." He pulled a clean handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her. She mopped up the tears and wept harder.

After about five minutes her crying had turned into quiet sobbing. She said, "Don't be silly, Dad. I'm just being stupid." She looked up at him. Her eyes were puffy, and her cheeks were wet. She lowered her head back to his chest. "Just hold me, please." Bill was happy to comply. He pulled her closer to him. He felt her firm breasts against his chest. Ellen sniffled and then blew her nose into the handkerchief.

"I'm sorry, Dad."

"You have nothing to be sorry about. You miss your husband. I miss him, too."

"That's not what I meant." She looked down at her hands holding the handkerchief. "I'm sorry for...uh...making so much noise in my bedroom a few minutes ago. I didn't mean for you to hear that."

Bill was embarrassed. He thought about lying and denying that he had heard her, but clearly, she knew better. He stammered, "Oh. That. Well. It's nothing. Believe me, I completely understand." He couldn't look her in the eye.

She took her hand and held his face, forcing him to look at her. His blue eyes were fixed on her eyes. Without a word, they stared at each other for a very long moment. She broke the trance. "Do you and Mom ever, you know?"

Bill looked away. This conversation was clearly not in his comfort zone. "Honestly, I can't remember the last time we, um, made love." He looked back down into her face. "It's been years."

She gave him a sad smile. There was a long awkward silence and then she sat up and said, "I need a dairy man's advice on something."

Bill said, "Okay." He thought to himself, what an odd turn in this conversation, but he was happy for the change in subject.

Ellen said, "What do you do for a cow whose bag is full and sore? My breasts are so firm and full now that Billy is nursing less."

Bill said, "Oh, well that's easy. I milk them."

Ellen was extremely embarrassed but managed to get out in a barely audible whisper, "Could you milk me?"

Bill had no idea how to respond to that. She asked it so quietly, as if she could barely say it, but clearly, she needed some relief. Obviously, it was possible, but it was a very strange question. He turned his head to the side like a confused puppy. "Well...sure, I guess."

"Would you? Milk me. Please. They are so sore." Ellen undid all the buttons on the pajama top and let it fall off her shoulders and arms and onto the couch behind her. Her breasts were full and round, the nipples dark and large. She hadn't bothered to put her panties on after she had masturbated, so she was completely naked. Only the quilt on her lap hid her complete nakedness from her father-in-law.

Bill stared intently at Ellen's chest. He was mesmerized by her breasts as they rose and fell quickly as she breathed excitedly. He had never seen such a nice pair of breasts in his life. He'd seen so few breasts he had nothing to really compare them to. But they were beautiful. Her chest heaved. She cupped them and lifted them. "They're a lot heavier, too." She took his hand and placed it on one of her breasts. He squeezed gently. They were firm. Full. Beautiful.

She reached up and gently took Bill's face in her hands. She lowered his head to the quilt in her lap. She took one of her breasts in her hands and lowered the nipple to his waiting mouth. He greedily sucked the nipple and Ellen quietly moaned at the pleasurable sensation. The milk was warm and sweet as he fed. She looked down and saw that his pants were tight from the erection in his pants. As he suckled, she reached down and unfastened his belt. She looked into his eyes to make sure he would not protest. He did not. She unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper. She quickly found his erection and freed it. This was only the second man's penis she had ever seen. She couldn't help but compare it to her husband's penis. It looked swollen and angry.

Bill loved the sensation of the nipple in his mouth and the milk as it filled his mouth. Her hand slowly stroked his penis. He was in heaven.

"That's my big man. Drink up Mommy's milk." She gently stroked his dick with one hand and held her firm breast with the other. "Time to change nipples." Bill released her nipple and was rewarded with a fresh teat. "That a boy," Ellen said. "Be a good boy, and Mommy will give you a reward."

Bill's mind raced. A reward? He sucked hard on the nipple in his mouth and Ellen moaned again. After a few minutes of him suckling her tit, she pulled the nipple from his mouth.

"That's a big man. Mommy's breasts feel much better now." She gently massaged her breasts. "Much, much better now." She looked down into Bill's eyes. "Are you ready for your reward?"

Bill looked up at her from her lap and nodded his head.

"Be a good boy and stand up."

Bill stood as directed as Ellen sat on the couch in front of him. She pulled Bill's pants and boxer shorts down, so they gathered around his ankles. His erection stood proud from his body. She spat in her hand and began to stroke Bill's engorged penis. Will had taught her how to jerk him off when they had parked the truck on the quiet back roads of Iowa before they were married. She had wanted to save herself for marriage, and Bill was fine with that if she relieved him with her hand...or mouth. She knew what she was doing, and Bill enjoyed the fruits of his son's labor.

Ellen looked up into Bill's face. His eyes were fixed to her large swaying breasts as she quickly stroked his cock. "How's that feel, big man? Do you like the way Mommy rubs your penis?"

Bill only moaned in reply. She loved the way he intently stared at her body. She used her free left hand to rub the nipple on her left breast. "Mommy's breasts feel so much better now. You're such as good boy." A drop of milk appeared on her breast and dropped to the quilt on her lap.

She moved her eyes to his cock and stared intently at the end of his penis, willing his semen to spring out. She moved her left hand from her tit and used it to cup his hanging balls. They were heavy and she imagined the load of semen that was pent up in those very unused testicles. She wondered if his balls were sore like her milk-laden breasts. She would help him like he had helped her.

"Come on, big man," she said, "cum for Mommy. Let's get rid of all of that pent up stuff in there."

Bill reached forward and gently grasped one of her breasts. He kneaded the firm tissue. "I'm so close," he whispered.

She felt his balls begin to tighten. "That's it, big man. Let it go for Mommy." She moved her chest closer to his penis, urging him to come on her tits.

Bill grunted and Ellen felt Bill's cock grow in her hand. A small dribble of pre-cum leaked out and oozed onto her fingers. It was followed by a huge rope of semen. She aimed his cock at her chest and Bill happily coated her breasts with his cum. His load was large and warm as it ran down the sides of her breasts. She stroked him until he stopped convulsing.

She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock. "That's a good boy. You will feel all better now."

Bill stared at her cum covered tits. He looked into her eyes. There was no regret in those eyes, only caring. Like a mother would look at her infant. She used her soiled right hand to rub his cum into her skin. Her firm breasts soaked up his load.

Bill whispered, "Thank you."

Ellen picked up the pajama top with her clean left hand and stood. It wasn't until that moment that Bill realized that Ellen had been completely naked. For the first time he saw the curls of her closely trimmed pubic hair. She placed the index finger of her left hand against his lips and said, "Shhh. No need to thank me." She stood on her tiptoes, kissed his cheek, and walked down the hall. Bill's eyes followed her young, pale, and quite round motherly butt as she walked and then turned into the bathroom. He heard the bathtub water begin to run. He looked down and saw his cock beginning to deflate.

He realized he'd have a hell of time explaining this to Martha if she unexpectantly came out of their bedroom. He pulled up his pants and looked around the room. There was no evidence of their dalliance. He turned off the radio, walked to the mudroom by the back door, pulled on his light jacket, and headed out to the barn.

Bill did his daily chores, but he couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. He turned on the light in the milking barn and all the cows blinked and bellowed loudly. The irony that his cows were also ready to be milked compounded his guilt at having just milked his son's wife. Clearly, he'd crossed a line with his daughter-in-law. He shook his head and thought, how in the world will I ever be able to face her again?

He couldn't shake the feeling that he had taken advantage of Ellen. He said aloud to one of his cows, "Although Ellen initiated it, I should have put a stop to it." The cow stared at him, blinked, and belched. She went back to feeding as the milking machine emptied her utters of their milk. Bill smiled. "I guess you don't care, do you?" He scratched her back and moved to the next cow.

After he finished all his chores, his stomach told him it was time for breakfast. He stopped in the door of the barn and stared at the house. Sighing and taking a deep breath he resigned that he'd have to face Ellen at some point, so it might as well be now.

As Bill stepped into the mudroom on the back of the house, he removed his jacket and heard his wife call out, "Good morning, Dear. Your coffee is ready."

Bill walked into the kitchen to find Martha flitting around the kitchen and Ellen sitting at the table with Billy in his highchair. Ellen beamed at Bill. "Good morning, Dad." Her smile was huge.

Bill kissed Martha on the cheek and said, "Good morning, ladies." He mussed Billy's hair and said, "Good morning, little man." Then, "Did you sleep through the night again?"

Ellen replied, "He sure did, Dad."

Then, Martha asked, "That reminds me. Ellen, were you bathing before sunup this morning? I thought I heard the bathtub water running."

Ellen and Bill shared a quick glance. Ellen replied, "Yes, Mom, that was me. I keep waking up at four when Billy normally fed. I guess my internal clock is just set to wake up then."

Martha smiled at Ellen. "It will return to normal soon."

Ellen smiled and then turned to Bill. She said quietly under her breath, "I actually kind of hope it doesn't."

Martha, turned to her and asked, "What was that dear?"

Ellen said, "Oh, I said, I enjoy my quiet time with Dad in the morning before he heads out to the girls."

Martha looked a Bill and then back to Ellen. "If you say so, dear." She pulled a tray of hot biscuits out of the oven. "Who's hungry?"

***

Ellen looked through the large front pane window of the farmhouse at the lovely setting sun. There was maybe another hour of sunlight left in the day. She was thinking about what had happened between herself and Bill this morning and her very neglected vagina began to moisten. She could feel the wetness in the gusset of her panties. She wasn't sure she could wait until night to relieve her stress. Or maybe she would have the courage to seduce Bill again. The thought simultaneously thrilled her and scared her half to death. What if Martha ever heard us?

She turned to Martha who was holding Billy in her lap. She watched her play with Billy wondering what she would do if she knew that she had seduced her husband that very morning. She remembered the soft, warm feeling of Bill's erection in her hand and the exciting way he stared at her body. She closed her eyes and imagined what it would feel like to have him take her pussy. It had been so long. She sighed and opened her eyes.

Martha was oblivious, completely absorbed in playing with Billy. Maybe this was a moment she could sneak away for some quiet time alone with Bill. "You know, Mom, I've been here for months and have never even seen the inside of the milking barn."

Martha turned her attention away from Billy and toward Ellen. "Well, there's not really much to see. It's just a barn with two long rows of milking stations on each side of a concrete walkway. I'm sure Bill wouldn't mind if you went out there. Mind you though, it stinks of manure."

She bounced Billy on her knee. "Wear something you don't mind getting dirty. The cows are pretty messy."

Ellen said, "I think I'll change and go get a tour from Dad."

Martha returned her attention to Billy. "Have fun, dear."

Ellen went into her room and completely undressed. She admired her womanly curves in the full-length dressing mirror that Bill had installed for her on the back of the closet door. She used both hands to grasp and knead her full breasts. They were starting to get sore again. Her milk immediately began to flow from the stimulation. She pulled an old sweater on without bothering to put on a bra. She liked the way her breasts looked under the fabric without the fake uplifting effect of the underwire bra she typically wore. She turned sideways. "Wow. I look good." The sweater ended just above her soft pubic hair. She ran a finger over her swollen clit and then shuttered from the intense feeling. She opened the bottom drawer of her dresser and pulled out an old skirt that went to her ankles. This will do nicely. She pulled the skirt up to her waist "forgetting" to put on panties. A pair of wool socks and a heavy scarf completed the ensemble.

"Mom," Ellen called from the kitchen as she headed to the back door, "if it's alright with you I'm going to wear your work boots."

"Of course, dear. Enjoy the barn."

Oh, I am, Ellen thought to herself. I am going to enjoy the barn very much.

She almost sprinted across the 100 or so yards between the house and the milking barn. When she reached the barn, she stopped at the door and called out, "Dad!"

"Over here," came a voice from somewhere below.

She followed the voice around a corner and down a slight decline that led to a relatively narrow walkway. The cows stood about three feet above the walkway so that their utters were at eyelevel. The soft hum of the milking machine whirred in the background.

Bill looked concerned. "Is everything alright?"

Ellen smiled, "Yeah, Dad. I just wanted to see the barn. I've never been out here."

Bill looked surprised. "Really? Will never showed you the barn before you were married?"

"No."

"Well, then, let me give you the grand tour." Bill waved his hands. "These are the cows." He held up the long tube cups that he attached to the cows' teats. "And this is the milking machine." He smiled. "That's the end of the tour."

Ellen laughed. "At least I got my money's worth!"

Bill laughed with Ellen.

Ellen looked around. "You know, it's actually warmer in here than I thought it would be."

Bill said, "There is a lot of cows in here warming the place up. It will drop to the same temperature as the outside when the girls are out grazing but will warm up fairly quickly when they come inside to be milked."

Ellen nodded her head to show Bill she understood. Then she said, "It's still fairly cool though." She looked down at her sweater and could see her erect nipples through the fabric on her sweater. She became self-conscious of her brazenness, and she folded her arms across her chest, which caused her breasts to lift. They looked larger now than before.

Bill hadn't noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra, but he did now. He stared intently at her chest. He asked, "Are you cold?" He opened his arms and she stepped forward into his embrace. He enclosed her in a big bear hug.

She felt warm and safe. She turned her cheek and placed it against his lower chest. He smelled like a man. It had been so long since she had smelled a man up close. She closed her eyes and allowed the sensory overload to overwhelm her. She wrapped her hands around him allowing her soft unincumbered breasts to press against his chest.

"You're not wearing a bra." It was a statement, not a question.

"Is it okay? I didn't think you'd mind." She felt like a little girl asking her daddy for permission.

"It's more than okay," he said. He felt his penis beginning to enlarge and did nothing to hide it from her.

She felt his penis enlarging, pressing against her stomach. She pulled him tighter into their embrace. "This is amazing," she sighed.

Bill pulled her away and held her at arm's length. He looked down into her big blue eyes. He too was of Scandinavian decent and had piercing blue eyes. He pulled her to him and kissed her on the mouth. This was not the kiss of a father-in-law but was the kiss of a man who desired the woman in front of him. She responded to the kiss by allowing him to have his way with her.

When their mouths parted, she realized her legs were weak. He held her and then said, "I'm almost done here. Are you okay to wait a few minutes?"

"Sure," she said. Her pussy was soaking wet. There was no way she was going back to the house now.

Bill pointed to a chair a few feet away and she sat down. He watched her as she pulled the skirt up her beautiful legs. He half focused on finishing up his milking chores and watching her.

She spread her thighs giving him a clear view of her vulva. She was excited and it was swollen. She could feel the cool air on her most sensitive area. Leaving her skirt hiked and her legs spread, she pulled the sweater up and off. Her heavy breasts swayed up and then back down onto her chest. She cupped her breasts and then used her index finger to call him to her.

As he walked towards her, she could see that his cock was fully erect and tented in his pants. When he got to her, she stood and pulled his mouth to her engorged breast. He latched onto a nipple and suckled bringing forth her warm sweet milk. "That's my man," she said. He sucked on her tits for at least 5 minutes.

She lowered herself to her knees in front of him and pulled his pants and boxer to the floor. Without warning, she sucked his cock into her mouth. She had no way of knowing, but he'd never had a woman suck on his cock before. The feeling was intense.

She tasted the pre-cum that was oozing out of his cock. She looked up into his face with her big blue eyes, a smile appearing at the corners of her otherwise full mouth. She pulled her mouth off his cock with an audible 'pop!' "Does my little man like that?"

"So much," he said. Then he added, "If you had not already gotten me off this morning, I would have already blown."

She pulled him back out of her mouth. "Well, then, I'm glad I got you off this morning then." She gave him a sly look. "I've got a job for you."

"Oh, yeah," he said. "What kind of job?"

She stood, half naked, her heavy breasts swaying on her chest. She turned around, bent at the waist, and pulled up her skirt with her beautiful round rump in the air. "Come here my bull. Mommy cow needs to be serviced."

Bill didn't need another invitation. He positioned himself behind Ellen's inviting wet pussy. She reached behind her, grabbed his erection, and positioned the head at the opening of her pussy. He pushed his hips forward, and his penis buried itself in her warmth. It had been so long for both. Ellen moaned loudly. She grabbed the rail that kept the cows up on the walkway above them with both hands.

"Fuck me, Dad."

He began to rhythmically pump his hips. Each time he pushed forward, she pushed back, and they made an audible slap, slap, slap sound as his hips hit her white, round ass.

"It's been so long," he said. "I won't last long."

"It doesn't matter, Dad. I came when you entered me." She moaned. "It feels so good." She pushed back into him, meeting every thrust. "Cum whenever you want."

He grabbed her hips and sped up his thrusts. True to his word, he came hard with irregular thrusts. He stood behind her for several seconds and then reached around and kneaded his daughter-in-law's breasts.

"That was incredible," she said. She loved how he manhandled her. She was bent at the waist holding onto the rail and he was holding her tits with his large dick ball's deep in her swollen pussy. She didn't want this moment to end but knew that they'd need to head to the house for dinner soon.

He finally pulled out of her, and she stood erect. "Thanks, Dad. I haven't felt like a real woman in over a year."

She pulled her sweater on and tidied up her skirt while he pulled his pants up. They looked each over for evidence of their betrayal. Finding none, Ellen smiled at Bill and asked, "Hungry?" She grabbed his hand and started walking toward the barn's exit with him in tow. She could feel his seed running down the inside of her legs, but her long skirt would hide their secret. She felt ashamed and thrilled at the same time.

***

Ellen lay awake waiting to hear Bill start his morning ritual. When she finally heard his bedroom door open and then close followed by the sound of him closing the bathroom door, she slipped out of bed and hurried down the hall to the living room. She felt particularly naughty since she had slipped her panties off and left them on the floor of her bedroom.

Bill was surprised and happy to see Ellen sitting on the couch waiting on him. "Good morning, doll."

"Good morning, Dad." She began unbuttoning her pajama shirt. "Are you ready to milk me?" She let the pajama top slip off her shoulders exposing her magnificent breasts. She didn't bother to cover her lap with a quilt.

Bill switched his stare from her breasts to her vagina and then back up to her chest. She opened her arms to him, and he walked to her. To her surprise, he pulled her up to her feet and then lowered his mouth to one of her nipples. He suckled her, greedy for her warm milk. Ellen closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling. She could feel his beard stubble on her soft white flesh.

Bill lowered a hand to her pussy and found her clit. She sucked in her breath with surprise and then moaned as the stimulation made its way to her brain. It felt amazing. He slid a finger into her wet pussy and continued to stimulate her clit with the palm of his hand. Her legs became weak, but he easily held her on her feet. She could feel her climax approaching and willed herself to be quiet. Her legs quivered and she was racked with convulsive pleasure. Bill continued to suck on her tit and work her pussy. Finally, she pushed him away and sat heavily on the couch.

"No more," she whispered. "It's too much." She closed her eyes and smiled. She lay back on the couch for several minutes catching her breath. "That was amazing." She slowly opened her eyes to find Bill staring at her in her nakedness. His erection was obvious under his trousers. "Come here," she whispered in a husky voice.

He walked toward the couch, and she sat up with her tiptoes on the wooden floor and her legs spread apart for him to stand between them. She pulled his pants and boxer shorts to his ankle in one motion, his erect penis springing out. She didn't hesitate for a second. She sucked the head of his penis into her mouth and rolled her tongue around the head the way Will had taught her to do. Bill moaned his approval. She drew his shaft into her mouth until the head caused her to gag. She bobbed her head on his dick using her tongue to stimulate the sensitive part underneath the head.

After a minute or so, she felt Bill place his hands on the back of her head. His son did the same thing right before he came in her mouth, so she knew he was close. She tasted the salty pre-cum oozing from the tip of his dick. She felt his dick swell and then her mouth was full of his cum. She took his entire load into her mouth. Will had always asked her to swallow his cum, but she was never comfortable doing that. She would always spit his seed out. It just felt gross and dirty to do that.

When he was done, he slowly pulled his dick from her mouth. He stared down into her big blue eyes and said, "Thank you. No one has ever done that for me before."

Her mouth was full, and she wanted so bad to reply. She looked down the hall. The bathroom was so far away. She closed her eyes and with great fortitude of will, she swallowed Bill's load only to discover that it wasn't gross at all. In fact, she realized suddenly that she liked the feeling of being so naughty. Bill was aroused beyond belief at Ellen's willingness to swallow his load. She smiled up at him and said, "You're welcome." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "It might be the first time, but it definitely won't be the last."

Bill's eyes went wide.

"Dad, I am obviously enjoying this as much as you, but we will need to be vigilant for me not to get pregnant. There is no way we could explain that to anyone!"

"Yeah," he said with a thoughtful grin on his face, "we'd really have trouble with that."

***

As the spring progressed and Bill planted the fields, the war in Europe looked like it would end very soon. Then came that fateful day: VE Day, May 8, 1945, when Germany surrendered. Bill, Martha, and Ellen hugged and cried in the living room when the radio announcer said, "It's over Ladies and Gentlemen. It's over." Then, the waiting began.

After weeks of waiting for news, Ellen received a telegraph from Will. He was coming home! The Army said he had done enough, and they were not sending him to the Pacific. She was elated! He was to be put aboard a steam ship to New York, and then a train from New York to Chicago to Iowa City.

Bill and Martha had insisted. "Ellen, you'll take the train to Chicago and meet Will there. We'll watch Billy for a few days so you love birds can get reacquainted."

"But, Mom, Dad, can we afford that?"

Martha's eyes welled with tears. "Never you mind that, dear, just get on that train and see your husband."

***

Ellen was surrounded by women, all of whom were on the same platform for the same reason: to see their husbands who had been at war for years.

Ellen had bought a new dress to greet Will. It was green and form fitting in all the right places, showing the young mother's figure. She looked around the platform and realized that she looked good compared to the other women. She liked the way her bosom looked in this dress and that is why she had picked it. When she tried the dress on for Bill and Martha, Martha had gone on and on about how good she looked. Bill had said, "It looks nice, dear." Then, later that night when Martha wasn't around, he told Ellen, "Your bottom looks great in that dress." He added, "Be careful that you don't bend over at the station or Will may not make it back to the hotel before he takes you."

Ellen feigned embarrassment, but in truth she bent over for Bill that night and let him take her from behind in the living room while his wife slept down the hall. His thighs made a slapping nose each time it hit her round ass as she kneeled on the couch with her bottom thrust high in the air.

The speaker came to life. "Arriving on platform six in three minutes, the twentieth century limited from New York Grand Central terminal." Then the announcer added, "Your boys are home, girls."

The women cheered and rushed the platform. The train screeched to a halt and the speaker came back to life. "Ladies, please give the departing passengers room to disembark the train." The ladies didn't listen. They wanted their husbands.

Ellen tried frantically to see over the crowd of women in front of her. She stood on her tiptoes looking left and right. Where is Will? She hopped up and down trying her best to find him. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to her left to see who had grabbed her. "Will!" She leapt into his arms.

"Hi, Doll," he said as his lips found hers. They kissed for an eternity before Will finally put her back down on her feet. She stared up into his eyes. He said, "You look great."

She hugged him again and held on to him for many long minutes not quite believing that her long wait was finally over.

He whispered in her ear, "Did you get us a hotel room?"

She smiled up at him. "The Army gave us a room at the Congress Plaza."

He threw his duffle bag over his shoulder, grabbed her hand, and asked, "What you say we head over there now?"

She smiled and replied, "I thought you'd never ask, soldier."

It was all they could do to keep their hands off one another on the short cab ride to the hotel. The Army had requisitioned the Congress Plaza Hotel during the war as a place for officers to stay. Now that the war in Europe was over, the Army was using the hotel to house Officers and NCOs transiting Chicago on their way home. The lobby was full of soldiers and their girls waiting for the elevator to head up to their rooms.

When they finally got to their room, Will grabbed Ellen, and threw her onto the bed. He stood above her and removed his uniform. Ellen watched nervously as Will's magnificent body was quickly revealed. He was lean and muscular. She saw that his wounds had healed, but the scars would be with him for the rest of his life.

When he removed his GI issued boxer shorts, his erect penis sprang out. She shifted her weight so that she was on the edge of the bed. She grabbed his cock and drew him into her mouth. He moaned loudly. She bobbed her head and sucked him into her mouth greedily. She looked up into his eyes and removed his dick from her mouth. "Please come for me my big soldier." She sucked him back into her mouth, but kept her eyes locked on his. She could smell his aroma. He smelled like a man.

He didn't take long and came hard. She tried to swallow all his cum, but his load was huge, and some dribbled down her chin and onto the fabric of her new green dress and between her breasts. After he was done, she looked at her dress and said, "Well, I won't be wearing this to dinner tonight."

Will laughed and then said, "You just swallowed! You've never done that before."

Ellen smiled and said, "You've never come home from a war before, either."

Will said, "Fair enough. Let's get you out of that dress."

The urgency was gone, and Will took his time with her, exploring the body he had almost forgotten. He was amazed at how large and full her breasts were and was even more surprised when he sucked on a nipple and milk began to flow. He kneaded her breasts and Ellen moaned.

"Is Billy still nursing?" he asked with surprise.

Oh, shit! "Umm...no." Ellen had not even considered this. "He's eating cereals and mashed foods now."

Billy looked up into Ellen's eyes. "I'm not complaining or anything, but I wonder why you're still producing milk then." He pressed both of her full breasts together producing massive cleavage. He buried his face between them and then found a nipple and sucked again on the rubbery flesh.

The initial panic gone, Ellen relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of being man handled by her randy husband.

Will kissed a path down her stomach to the top of her pubic hair, and then switched to kissing the inside of her thighs. He purposefully avoided stimulating her vagina, which drove her mad. After what seemed to her to be an hour, but was only a minute or so, she finally yelled, "Stop teasing me!"

Will buried his mouth over her waiting pussy. She was wet with desire, and he inhaled her aroma. She cried, "Ah." And then, "so good." He licked her from her asshole, up between her lips and found her clit, which he sucked into his mouth like a tiny penis. Ellen thrust her hips up, lifting her perfect round bottom off the sheets. Will chased her pussy up into the air and maintained the sucking action on her clit.

She grabbed his head with both hands and squeezed her legs shut, locking his head between her thighs. He couldn't breathe, but he knew she had to be close. She slammed her butt onto the bed and convulsed as she came. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. She finally opened her legs and pushed his head away. "No more. No More!" she cried. "I'm too sensitive."

Will smiled and climbed up onto his wife. His penis had recovered from the blowjob and was rock hard again. She opened her legs and invited him into her by holding his cock at the entrance of her extremely wet pussy. He pushed his hips forward and buried himself into her in one slow thrust.

When his dick found the bottom of her vagina, he held it there and said, almost in a whisper, "Yeah, that's the feeling that I have been missing for so long."

She felt a pang of guilt. While he was fighting for her and the free world, she was fucking his father. She whispered in his ear, "Take you time, darling. We have all night."

He began to rhythmically fuck his wife, slowly driving his rock-hard cock in and out of her, his eyes locked on her bright blue eyes. She smiled up at him. "I missed you so much."

He kissed her and then said, "I missed you too."

Suddenly, he rolled onto his back without pulling out of her. She was now looking down on him through her ample cleavage. She began to ride his cock while he kneaded her breasts. She put her hands on top of his and helped him work her firm bosom. Her nipples were erect and rubbery. He gently twisted them causing her to moan.

She stopped the up and down motion on his cock and instead started rocking her pelvis back and forth, stimulating her clit. She felt the second climax building. He could see it in her face and said, "That's right baby. Cum for daddy. Cum for me, baby."

And she did. She fell forward onto his chest and pulled his dick out of her in the same motion.

When she recovered, he pushed her off him and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. She pushed her face and chest down onto the mattress, thrusting her ass high into the air like an animal ready to be fucked. It was submissive and Will found it hot as hell. He kneeled behind her and pushed his dick into her pussy.

"Mmm," was the muffled response from her face on the mattress.

He grasped her wide hips and fucked her with urgent thrusts. The room was flooded with slap, slap, slap as his hips hit her wide butt. He looked down to see her asshole winking at him each time he thrust into her. He placed his thumb in his mouth, wet it with saliva, and then placed the thumb on her asshole.

"Will?" was all she said and then, "Oh!" as he pushed his thumb into her ass. She looked back at him and saw the desire on his face as he fucked her from behind with his thumb in her ass. She decided she liked the sensation, and she definitely liked the look on his face. She forced her hips back into him with each thrust, causing the slapping sound to get even louder. "Fuck me!" she said in a husky voice. "Fuck your wife."

He came hard with irregular thrusts and a lot of grunting. He lowered his face to her sweaty back and then forced her down on her belly with his dick still buried inside her pussy. His weight forced her down onto the mattress. After a few seconds he rolled onto his side and spooned with her. They lay there for several hours and slept.

***

Will sat in the blue high backed velour chair in the corner of their room watching the breasts of his naked sleeping wife slowly rise and fall with each breath. He stared at her thinking. Could she be fucking someone else? Not for the first time in the last hour he went back through the events of the afternoon. She swallowed my cum, she is still lactating, and she fucked liked a woman possessed. That's not the same wife I left at home when I went to Europe. He watched her breathe. Her breast slowly rose and fell on her chest. Am I crazy? He made up his mind.

Will got up from the chair and walked to the bed. He rolled his sleeping wife onto her stomach and then brought his hand down hard on her bare white ass.

SLAP!

Ellen's eyes shot open.

SLAP!

"Owww!" she cried. She tried to cover the bare flesh of her ass with her hands.

Will could see his handprint on the skin of her ass. He grabbed her arms with his left hand and held them tight to keep her from deflecting his spanking.

SLAP!

"Stop! What are you doing? That hurts!"

SLAP!

"Who are you fucking?" he asked.

"What? No one!"

SLAP!

"Stop lying to me. Who are you fucking?"

"You're crazy. I'm not fucking anyone!"

SLAP!

She was starting to cry. "Will, please, stop it!

"Who are you fucking? he asked with a determined voice.

"Will, no."

SLAP!

"Okay, okay, okay. Stop spanking me!"

He let go of her arms and she rubbed her red ass with both hands. Her eyes were full of tears.

"Who are you fucking?"

"Will, I don't want to tell you."

He grabbed her arms again and raised his hand.

"Okay!"

He let go of her arms.

She lowered her gaze. She couldn't look him in the eyes. "Dad. I'm fucking Dad."

He couldn't believe his ears. "Wait. What? You're fucking my father?"

She started to sob so hard that she couldn't even speak. All she could do was nod her head to show that he had heard her correctly.

"You're fucking my father." Will walked back to the blue velour chair and plopped down onto it. "You are fucking my father." He said it slower this time like it would make more sense if he said it that way. He looked up at her. She was still staring at her hands in her lap, sobbing.

She looked over at him and managed to get out, "Will, I'm so sorry."

"My father?" is all he said in return.

Ellen sat on the bed with her legs crossed. She grabbed a pillow and covered her nakedness, holding the pillow tight against her chest. For a very long time Will just sat in the chair staring at her. Every few minutes he would ask, "My father?" and then return to just staring at her. She decided it was safest just to sit and wait.

After what seemed an hour to Ellen, but probably was much shorter, Will asked, "Why?"

Ellen had been preparing for this. She looked up at Will with puffy eyes and in a very small voice she said, "It started out very innocent. Dad was just around, and I was very lonely and scared. I missed you and...well...I got to know your dad." Ellen's voice got stronger. "Did you know your dad has never seen your mom naked?"

Will's eyes widened. "No, but what does that have to do with anything?"

"I was lonely. He was lonely." Ellen looked sheepish. In the grand scheme, her loneliness was very small compared to the enormous sacrifices that Will had made fighting a war for the folks back home. She looked down at the pillow in her lap, and then back up at him. Tears filled her eyes once again. "Will, I'm so sorry."

Will stared at her for a very long time. Then, he asked, "Do you still love me?"

"Yes! I never stopped loving you."

He smiled at her. She returned his smile.

"Can you ever forgive me?"

"I don't know..."

***

As soon as the taxi carrying Will and Ellen began the long ride up the driveway, Martha burst through the front door and sprinted to the end of the sidewalk. She jumped up and down like a child awaiting a Christmas gift as the taxi slowly made its way to the house. Bill stood on the porch with his unlit pipe in his mouth and Billy in his arms.

As the taxi came to a stop and the rear door opened, Martha literally snatched Will from the back seat and hugged him tight. She began to cry, as she buried her face into his chest.

"Mom, you're going to get my uniform soaked with all those tears."

"Shut up and give your mom a hug," she replied.

Will put his arms around his mother and lifted her from her feet. He tried to act like a tough old platoon sergeant, but his eyes began to well up. "I missed you too, Mom."

***

Ellen lay naked against her sleeping husband. It was their first morning back on the farm. She still woke up just before Bill got up and today was no different. Except that her husband was now beside her.

Bill rolled onto his side and threw his arm over his wife. His large, rough hand groped for her breasts, and he latched onto one of her nipples.

"Good morning," she said.

"Morning," he replied in a froggy voice.

She felt behind her butt and found his erect penis. "Well, at least someone is fully awake," she whispered.

She worked her butt back toward him and placed the head of his penis at the entrance of her pussy. He pressed his hips forward and slid into her. He began to work his hips back and forth, but the old box springs protested with a loud squeak, squeak, squeak. He stopped his thrusting. Ellen snickered. Will grunted.

As quietly as possible, they climbed out the bed. Ellen bent at the waist and grabbed the dresser in the corner of the room. As she stood on her tip toes, Will pushed his erection into her sopping wet pussy. She moaned and lowered her head. Her large breasts were swinging freely beneath her chest as he repeatedly thrust into her from behind. She heard him spit and then felt the warmth of his saliva on her exposed asshole. He stuck his thumb in her ass once again. She came instantly and he followed her within seconds.

"You're a naughty boy," she said.

"You liked it," he replied. He slapped her butt and pulled his dick from her sloppy pussy. His cum immediately started to pour out of her. He scooped some of the liquid and placed it on her asshole. He pushed his index finger into her hole in one quick motion.

Ellen reacted and clenched her butt. He said, "Relax." She willed herself to unclench. He moved his finger in and out and she found she liked this new sensation.

"You're so bad," she whispered.

He reached up with his other hand and grabbed one of her large breasts. "Just wait until I stick my dick in your ass."

The thought terrified her and excited her at the same time.

As suddenly as he had penetrated her ass, he pulled his finger out and walked to the side of the bed.

Her legs were weak, and she stayed bent over next to the dresser as Will pulled on his boxer shorts, which were on the floor next to his side of the bed. He walked to the door, opened it, and walked toward the bathroom leaving their bedroom door wide open. At that very moment Bill came out of his bedroom.

"Good morning, Dad," Will said as he walked into the bathroom and closed the door. "I'll be just a minute and then you can have the bathroom."

Bill walked toward their bedroom to say good morning to Ellen and stopped abruptly when he saw her naked bent over the dresser with Will's cum running down the inside of her thighs. He stood still for several seconds staring at her. Her eyes locked on his eyes. He reached for the doorknob and slowly closed the bedroom door to give Ellen some privacy.

Ellen thought, what the fuck was that?

When Will came back into the bedroom from the bathroom, he had a jar of Vaseline. He looked at Ellen and said, "Get back over there and bend over."

"Um, Will."

"That was not a request, Ellen."

Ellen moved to the dresser and bend over, pushing her round butt into the air. Will dropped his boxer shorts to the floor and walked behind her. He stuck his finger into the Vaseline and removed a small dollop of the petroleum jelly. "Spread your ass for me, baby."

Ellen reached around and grabbed both cheeks of her ass. She pulled them apart exposing her most intimate area to her apparently crazed husband. He put the cold jelly on her tiny butthole and easily penetrated her. He worked his finger in and out of her tight, virgin hole. With his free hand he found her clit and started working on it. Ellen let go of her ass and grabbed the dresser lest she fall forward with the amazing sensation. She was being penetrated in her most private hole and having her very sensitive clit worked over.

When she thought she couldn't stand it any longer, Will pulled his finger out of her butt, and she felt it replaced with what must have been the head of his very hard dick. She braced herself and she felt him begin the push forward. There was a moment of pressure and then a sharp pain as the head of his cock found its way past her sphincter. She inhaled and lowered her head.

He waited for her to adjust to the feeling and then began to slowly bury himself in her belly. She was amazed that she was enjoying this sensation far more than she thought she would. When he was balls deep in her, he slowly pulled himself out and then pushed back into her ass.

She surprised herself and said, "Faster, Will."

He obliged and began to rhythmically slap his legs against her ass. His balls were swinging and slapping her very sensitive clit with each thrust. She was in heaven. She had a series of mini orgasms. They were far less intense but enjoyable, nonetheless.

Since he had just cum, there was no urgency for him now. He fucked her ass for at least five minutes before he grunted and buried his dick all the way inside of her belly. She could feel the pulsating of his dick as he came.

He pulled out of her and slapped her ass again. He said, "I learned that I liked fucking girls in the ass in Germany. That way they didn't get pregnant." He then began to pull on his farm working clothes. "I'm going to help Dad milk the cows this morning." He looked at her sternly and continued. "Dad and I need to work some things out."

Ellen didn't know what that meant but she was terrified. She now had cum dripping out of pussy and her ass.

***

Ellen and Martha sat in the kitchen. They had long ago finished their coffee and breakfast. Billy was quietly playing on the floor with some cups from the cupboard.

Martha said, "The boys must be having fun out there. Bill is rarely this late for breakfast."

Ellen bit her lip and stared out at the barn. Fun? I doubt they're having fun. In her mind she wondered if Will had murdered his father. Should she go out there? Should she just wait and see what will happen? What had she done? How many whores had Will fucked in Germany? Were they whores? Did he have a girlfriend in Europe?

Just as she thought she couldn't take it another second, the barn door opened, and Bill and Will walked toward the house. She took a deep breath. Well, no one is dead.

The boys sat at the table and Bill said, "I'm starving!"

Will smiled and said, "Me too!"

Martha immediately began frying eggs and asked, "Two each or do you want more?"

Bill said, "Three for me."

Will said, "Six, please."

Martha smiled and looked at him over her shoulder. "Six?"

"I'm a Platoon Sergeant, ma'am. I get what I want." He laughed.

Martha said, "Not here you don't! You can have six today, but don't get used to that. You'll eat us out of house and home."

As Bill dipped his biscuit into the yolk of his egg he said, "Will and I have come to an agreement."

Ellen's eyes went wide.

He continued, "It's time we made some changes around here. Mom and I aren't getting any younger and it's time that Will and Ellen have a means to make a life together. Mom and I are going to vacate the big house here and move into the smaller house on the creek just like my parents did when we got married." He looked at Martha in a way that suggested that this decision was non-negotiable. "It needs some work, so Will and I will get it fixed up in a month or so. Will, Ellen, and Billy will have this house, and they'll run the farm." He looked to Ellen. "Will and Ellen need some privacy."

Ellen smiled and nodded her head. She didn't know if she could trust her voice. This morning, she was worried that Will was going to throw her to the curb and now she found out they had a future. Her eyes welled with tears.

Bill turned to Martha. He smiled. "It's settled then."

Martha looked a little less than enthused, but she knew it was for the best. She walked over to Ellen, lifted her from the chair, and hugged her tightly. "Welcome home, dear."

Will shoved some potatoes into his mouth and said, "And, occasionally Dad may need help from Ellen."

Ellen was shocked by this and looked at her husband over Martha's shoulder. Her mouth was open. He winked at her.

Martha broke the hug with Ellen, looked from Will to Bill, and asked, "What does that mean? 'Dad may need help from Ellen?'"

Will just smiled. Bill's face flushed, but he didn't say a word. Martha turned to Ellen. Ellen just shrugged her shoulders and said, "Boys just being boys."