From Prison to Paradise


Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Incest, Mother, Son, Sister, Aunt, Nephew, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Lactation, Pregnancy, .

Desc: Sex Story: Curt was a city boy with who was been told he had to go to Texas to help out his Aunt on her Horse Breeding Ranch. Curt is no Boy Scout, he does not like outdoor type work, so he is totally unsuited for working on a ranch of any kind. But after being at the ranch a few weeks of seeing the horses do what they were doing, his Aunt began allowing Curt to breed her. Later on he met the girl next door, as she brought a few pleasant surprises of her own. Join Curt as he turns a Prison into Paradise.

“No mama I really don’t want to.” I said.

“You are not being asked, as your Aunt Gail has lost both her husband, and son in that horrible traffic accident, and she needs your help badly. Family always helps family have your Dad and I always said this to you?” Mom asked me.

“I don’t know anything about working on a horse ranch, and I can’t even ride a horse. I am kinda scared of horses.” I said.

“Well you got all summer to learn to ride, and ride well. So get packed, your plane leaves in the morning.” Mom said.

I was mad as hell they had no right to force this shit upon me, as I wasn’t at all qualified to be much more than a flunky on my Aunt’s ranch. But I did as I was told; with money as tight as it was around here, it would also ease the family budget here at home.

Now would be the time to speak about me, my name Curtis Mathayus Grey, I go by Curt as I don’t want be called TV all the time, as in Curtis Mathis. Though the only time I hear Curtis is if I make my mom upset like I have now, as I have outgrown the silly nickname because of my current size. I surely didn’t want to leave town to move in with her little sister smelling horse by products daily, as in horse apples, and horse piss burning my nose all day. At my size at 6’4” and 265 pounds, all of those pound are muscles, with black hair and blue eyes. So I am considered to be perfect person in our small family to help out at the ranch.

I did the High school football thing and was proud that I had played, but I had no real interest in going any farther playing the game. As last year a teammate and a friend of mine got hurt and was trying to recover just to be able to walk again. Tom was trying to walk, but he was very weak and it looks right now as though it may not get to much better for him. But as luck would have it his family was comfortably well off as his father was a business owner. The only work that I could get steady so far since graduating high school was the local temporary service jobs from several agencies. From my parents point of view I was helping a family member in need as well as helping both my parents and lastly me. While I may have been helping to pay bills I was still a drain on the family finances. And I liked my Aunt Gail way too much for my own good.

I was on the first plane headed to some hole in the wall in Texas, some place I truly didn’t want to be. It wasn’t that I was lazy or didn’t want to help, but I had a mad crush on my mom’s little sister since I began to notice that girls were nice to look at. Plus I am a city boy through and through had no use for country living. A world without cable TV, the Internet, and my few friends, was going to feel a real dark place to me. Plus if you add any of the girls that I wished I had the nerve to speak any words that might somehow flow out of my always tightly closed mouth, while still sounding like they were actually a part of the known English language. I’m am no Boy Scout type of guy, and I surely ain’t the outdoors type, as roughing it outside to me was talking junk out with my friends in the front yard after dark.

My plane had just landed, I hope to get back home with my fragile dignity still somehow intact, as my hidden lust for my Aunt was something I don’t expect to be able to hide from her, for very long. Looking at my Aunt was like looking at Jennifer Aniston, only she wasn’t an actress, she worked hard on the ranch daily meaning, she had more muscles on her frame than her actress twin. She had also worked hard out at the ranch with my Uncle and my cousin before they were killed by trucker asleep at the wheel, seven months long ago.

I had just made my very first mistake in the great state of Texas as I had gathered up my bags and sat outside of the Airport. I just should have waited for my running just a little bit late Aunt Gail in air-conditioned comfort; I was waiting for my Aunt Gail Grey-Marsh. Man it was so hot out here I just really wanting to melt into the pavement, the sign above my head proudly stated that was only 98 degrees, and I was in the shade. All this heat alone was telling me that I needed to be living someplace that was not anywhere near around here. To me all I was missing was the shoulder pads and the helmet to feel at home in all this heat. That I was missing two a day practices from football I was beginning to think that all this heat was making me sick to be missing that version of hell that all football players know, remember, and will never forget.

My Aunt Gail pulled up not too long after I got outside of the Airport in a brand spanking new dark blue Ford King Ranch, crew cab, 1-Ton dually. I stood up and turned to start grabbing my gear as Aunt Gail helped me, as we put my gear in the back seat. To break the ice, I asked as we got in the truck I if Aunt Gail would please turn the heat down outside as it was just a little too hot around here. Well that broke the ice right away as she started laughing complete with tears, an Airport cop came by and told her we had to move. She had got some control back, until she looked at me and started all over again. “Curt this is just Texas; you put on the heat along with the rest of your clothes every day, each morning.” Aunt Gail said.

After a few more minutes we pulled off headed for the ranch. On the edge of town she stopped and got some lunch as we were still about an hour and a half away from the ranch. On the way to the ranch we made small talk catching up with each about things since we last saw each other at the funeral. Aunt Gail let me know that the Trucking Company settled with her nicely, and combined with the other Insurance policy she was set for life. Aunt Gail said that she enjoyed the ranch as she was hands on working every day. But asked for me personally as a way to help both of us out, as she needed a worker, and I needed a job. Aunt Gail was explaining what my duties would be what I would be paid and so forth. Letting me know we would get some help from other ranchers as needed if we needed it, but we were on our own for the most part.

She also told me about a 1-ton pickup truck sized dump truck that she had. I would be loading up to take the manure to area farms as they all used it for their compost piles for their gardens. While it wasn’t a way to get rich it did add to the bottom line, and it was a way to get rid of the manure off of the ranch. I was going to be learning how to milk cows also; as well as feeding and brushing the horses. Aunt Gail said to drop the Aunt part as we would be working so closely together. As we neared the ranch, Gail stopped by the ranch next door to get her daughter Lucy. At six months old, she still demanded a lot of Gail’s attention. Gail introduced me to Peggy Anderson, her friend, and her twenty-three year old daughter Jill, Peggy’s sons, and her husband were out in the fields doing a day’s work. Peggy told Gail she was glad I got there to help as others around here were getting busy too with their own work to do. As Gail knew how ranches and farms go around here she knew that these are busy weeks in this little community.

Gail needed the help and it would ease her needing so much help from her neighbors. As the women in the area were getting a little concerned about how a new young widow was all alone was not such a good thing, as sooner or later a man just might get some ideas that he shouldn’t. But after seeing me she no longer had those worries as I was big enough to keep most of the men from getting too many stupid thoughts, or at least acting on them anyway. Well I did indeed hope that I was right as I would be awful jealous of any man attempting to court my Aunt now that I was here on the scene at the ranch. I would love to be the one waking up in her bed each morning, after playing house in her pussy each night before I went to sleep.

Now Jill was another matter entirely, I liked her looks from the get go while I was trying hard and failing for the most part not to stare at her. Looking at Jill I could see Jessica Simpson thus I was suddenly glad that I had to come here, and that she was right next door. Well, a half a mile away, was next door around here. As I was going to be around here for at least a short while I quickly excused myself before I did something to poison the water around here. As I wanted to get to know Jill Anderson much better, I hoping that she was still single, and un-attached, to anyone. With her looks I fully expected her to have a boyfriend sniffing around, knowing that somebody had to be wanting to sniff around her. Hell I just met the woman, and I for damn sure wanted to be sniffing around her!

As I was walking out the door I heard my Aunt telling them about the joke that I had said back at the Airport about the heat, it was I obvious that I wasn’t used to this kinda heat. Peggy asked what I was going to do when it really gets hot around here. I didn’t hear the answer but I did hear the laughter that soon followed said question. I did get some good news while were were at Peggy’s. I found out that this little whole in the wall spot did have both Internet and Satellite TV. That would be of some comfort for this long summer, that my laptop wouldn’t just be a paperweight in my room. My parents would be sending all of the rest of my few belongings in case I decided to stay here after the end of the summer. That just might be some serious wishful thinking on their part, I thought though.

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