Impregnate Widow Aunt
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Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - After failing the semester I decided to gap for one years form college. I was so over depressed that I was unable to think straight anything. At the moment I think of visiting my aunt. After meeting her I unable to control myself and Impregnate her........Read Full Story Now.
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Our family has always grown in or around farms, so farm work was second nature to my father. On the other hand, I was less experienced, but I was willing to jump right in. Being on my father’s good side renewed my attitude on life. Soon we were milking the small herd of cows my Uncle and Aunt owned. By the time we were done, my forearms felt sore. My dad laughed as he watched me open and close my hand.
“She had some hard tits that one,” I said jokingly.
“Yeah that’s why I let you have that one,” he replied. “Your Uncle really like that cow. He used to say it was the best damn cow he had ever owned,” he said while looking back at the herd.
I also looked around and could see the steam rising from the cows’ backs. The mornings here truly felt magical. The sky was golden as the sun rose over the hilltops. The calves suckled quietly on their mothers’. It was a beautiful scene, to say the least.
By the time we got back to the house, the women had already started breakfast. The place was bustling with people as neighbors and friends came to offer their condolences. The rest of the day went just like that. People coming and leaving while my Aunt tried her best to remain a good hostess.
Tomorrow would be my Uncle’s funeral, and it was really starting to set in that he was really gone. Late that evening, a small circle of men sat around a fire outside my Aunt’s house. I could see they were all men who were a lot like my Uncle, landowners, and men of integrity. My dad was talking to them, and I decided to join them. They spoke of my Uncle and the kind of man he was, telling stories about some of his crazy ideas and sayings.
All in all, it was a good feeling as I learned more about the man who I knew so little about. I soon found out that my Uncle had not only been a good husband to my Aunt but a perfect friend to all of them. He had, at one time or another, helped each one of these men. They were saddened to have lost him so soon. He had only been 46. My Aunt was only 40.
Soon the talk took a somber tone as one man asked my father, “Has Rose told you was she plans to do with the farm?”
“No, not yet,” my father replied calmly. “I will talk to her before I go and make sure she has what she needs. In any case she’s a strong woman and she has that going for her,” he finished as he took a drink from his beer.