Chapter 1

Living in the country means enjoying entertainment that city folks wouldn’t consider doing on a regular basis. I like a hayride on a clear night, a county fair, horseback riding, and a good hoedown on a Saturday night. We have all of that where I live with my husband and our daughter. Personally, I don’t care too much for noisy nightclubs. Then there’s the traffic, police, fire, and ambulance sirens constantly going off in the middle of the night. I pretty much shun any place with an abundance of neon lights.

City and country folks can agree that sex is fun and very entertaining. Now, some folks might think that my family takes that form of entertainment a little too far. My latest adventure is spying on Brian Williams when I see him go behind the barn to pee. He is sixteen and comes over to do chores for my husband to make a little spending money. I have caught him at it several times. Today he was shaking his cock to finish and was about to tuck it away when I decided to come out of hiding and confront him, “Hi Brian, you all done for the day.”

He turned his back to me, “Yeah, Just a minute. I will be right there.”

I kept walking toward the good-looking sixteen-year-old towhead boy that’s a couple of inches taller than my five-foot-six. He finally got his cock put away and turned to me. “Just two hours today, Mrs. Perkins.”

I handed Brian a twenty-dollar bill.

“That’s too much, Mrs. Perkins.”

“Keep it. That’s for the little show you put on for me.”

“You watched me pee?”

“Yes, I did. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t look away once you started. I guess I kind of like watching.”

“You liked watching me pee, Mrs. Perkins?”

“Well, yeah, and you know,” I waved my hand toward his crotch, “Seeing your thing too.”

“My cock?” He rightfully interpreted.

“Yes, your cock.” I assured him.

For the last month, I have had this urge to spy on Brian and catch him peeing. Guys living or working on a farm don’t bother to trek all the way back to the house with dirty boots just to pee.

My husband usually put Brian to work in the barn, sweeping, mucking out the stalls, and spreading fresh sawdust. I would watch and wait for him to go behind the barn and then spy on him. Of course, his cock was not that big when he was peeing, but I didn’t care. I liked sneaking around and watching him. I always hoped he would play with himself, but he never did.

Today, I was going to see if he was interested in having a little fun with the lady of the house. After all, my husband was getting some on the side, so why not me?

My husband Stan had taken the truck and my sixteen-year-old daughter, Sylvia, into town. That left Brian and me alone on the farm. I know Stan is fucking our daughter, and I couldn’t blame him. My daughter constantly teases him and exposes herself whenever she gets a chance. I put her on birth control as soon as I saw that my husband wasn’t going to be able to control himself for much longer if she kept teasing him. He finally succumbed to her constant teasing and fucked Sylvia in the hayloft a week after her fifteenth birthday.

I know Stan fucked Sylvia because my guilt-ridden, easily manipulated husband confessed to me that very night. He was all upset and expected the worst. But I loved the man, and I knew Stan loved me. Since I knew Sylvia was trying to seduce him and he would surrender sooner or later, I was not really that upset with him. If I was going to be upset with anyone, it would be with my cock teasing daughter. My husband was pretty surprised when I told him as long as he kept his dick in the family, I wouldn’t complain, but he had better not neglect me and my needs.

I took Sylvia aside and told her that her father had confessed that she had sex with him. She was scared and started to tremble when I began to tell her the same rules I told her father. “Twice a week, and no more. And never in our bedroom.” I turned and walked away, leaving her sitting on her bed before she could ask any questions. I thought the rules were simple enough.

Now you understand why I’m not overly concerned about what my husband will think if I get a little fresh with Brian. I know Brian is only sixteen, but he is the only single male within miles of our farm that I have access to. Besides, he is cute as a button with that cowlick and freckled nose.

Our farm does not have a lot of stock. We have seven Appaloosa horses. Two stallions that we stud with our five mares. We will stable horses occasionally, and make a tidy sum for stud services. But other than that, tending the vegetable garden and haying the fields twice a year, there isn’t any need for more hands than Brian and the three of us.

The first time I saw Brian pee was by accident and not by design. I was on my way to get some horse manure from behind the barn to fertilize my corn and lettuce patch. There was Brian with his cock hanging out, peeing against the barn’s stone foundation. I became enthralled with seeing this young boy pee. I could usually catch him taking a leak once or twice a week, and today was one of those days.