"I went to work for her that summer,
teen-aged kid so far from home.

She was a lovely widow woman,
hell bent to make it on her own.

We were a thousand miles from nowhere;
wheat fields as far as I could see.

Both needing something from each other,
not knowing yet what that might be."

Garth Brooks

Chapter 1

It seemed to 16 year old Billy Mayfair that he had been on this bus forever already, yet he was not even half way there. It was a long trip from Fresno, California to South Dakota, especially on a bus.

Billy looked out of the window, contemplating how he had ended up on this bus to nowhere. He had been out with several of his friends looking for some fun. The BMW was just sitting there, keys in the ignition, waiting for someone to drive it away. Billy didn't want to do it but his friends called him a coward. Well, they didn't get five miles before the cops caught them.

His mom had been mortified; her son was a criminal. She and the Judge agreed that Billy needed a change of scenery. The Judge gave Bill a choice, go to jail or work for his aunt on her farm in South Dakota for the summer. Even for a sixteen-year-old, that was a 'no-brainer'.

Aunt Jess, his mom's sister, lived on a farm in central South Dakota. She had lost her husband suddenly last year, leaving her with over a hundred acres of farmland and a lot of bills. Still, Jess was not the kind of woman that gave up easily; she was determined to make it on her own.

Billy barely remembered his aunt; he had not seen her in years. He was certain that she would be some dried up old hag, maybe even 40 years old. He was beginning to think that jail might have been a better choice. How was he going to make it through an entire summer in the middle of nowhere? He wasn't even sure there was running water on Aunt Jess's farm.

He was dozing when the bus stopped in Salt Lake City. A few people got on, but the bus was far from full when it pulled out of the station.

A woman in a business suit sat down in the window seat across the isle from Billy. He paid little attention to her, preferring to sleep, hoping when he woke up that this trip would have just been a bad dream.

An hour or so later he was jarred awake by a yell from across the isle.

"Goddamn it!"

Billy jumped, startled. He saw the woman across the isle sitting there with a portable PC on her lap and looking at the screen in frustration. Billy saw her slam the top down and sit back sighing.

"Problem with your PC? Billy asked.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I think the hard drive just crashed, I hate these things. Now I don't know what I a going to do. I took this damn bus so I could work on my presentation and now I am not sure I can even get the program back up. I'm in big trouble."

"Maybe I can help, I'm pretty good with those things."

"Oh God, could you look at it? I would be forever in you debt," the woman said, her eyes lighting up.

"Sure, bring it over here."

The grateful women got up and brought her PC over, sitting in the seat next to him.

Billy saw that she was a very attractive lady, maybe 35 years old. She had on a pretty blue suit with a short skirt and matching vest, a white frilly blouse underneath. Billy noticed her legs as soon as she sat next to him, far too old for him, but not bad.

Billy handed the woman the CD player he had been holding on his lap and took her PC. He opened it and quickly brought up the operating system. He could see her watching him with apprehension as his fingers worked the keyboard. Ten minutes later, he had her program back up and running.

"There, you should be fine now."

"Oh wonderful, you are a life saver. I know very little about these things. Thank you very much. I'm sorry, I am being rude, my name is Jill Madison," she said holding out her hand.

"I'm Billy Mayfair," Billy said, taking her hand.

"Very nice to meet you Billy Mayfair. Where are you going."

"Podunk South Dakota, to stay with my aunt for the summer," Billy said sarcastically.

"Oh it can't be that bad," Jill said, turning toward Billy and bring her legs up onto the seat.

Billy did not miss the flash of thigh as she adjusted her position.

"Oh, it is that bad," Billy said using her words. How would you like to live on a farm for the whole summer with cows and pigs and stuff? I am not sure they even have inside toilets, let alone something like a movie theater."

"Well, maybe you are right after all, you're screwed," Jill said smiling.

Billy laughed.

"What kind of music do you like?" Jill asked, holding up his CD player.

"Just about anything as long as it is not old folks stuff. I have a CD from Bare Naked Ladies in there, would you like to listen?"

"Great, I love Bare Naked Ladies," Jill said, putting the headphones on.

Jill listened to several songs before taking the headphones off and handing them back to Billy. "Thanks, that is a great CD."

As Jill moved her legs again, Billy heard something snap. It sounded like a rubber band.

"Damn," Jill said, looking down at her thighs. "I hate that," she said, reaching for her garter strap, which had slipped lose.

Billy sat wide-eyed as Jill reached under her skirt and pulled the strap down and attempted to reattach it. Billy felt his mouth go dry as he saw Jill's hands working under her skirt.

"Sorry, but I hate pantyhose. Unfortunately, it is really hard sometimes to keep these things hooked," Jill said, still unable to fix it.

Billy was getting quite a show as this sophisticated lady tried to adjust her nylons.

"Shit, nothing is going right for me today, it's broken," Jill said, looking at Billy. "You good at fixing these things too?" she said, holding the broken clasp in her hand. She saw that he could see directly up her skirt.

Billy looked up to see her smiling at him. He felt his face flush.

"Well, I can't go around with one garter strap broken all day, I guess I'll have to take them off," Jill said as she reached under her skirt, unhooked the clasp and began to roll one nylon down her thigh.

Billy felt his cock begin to lengthen in his pants as he watched this stranger take her nylons off right in front of him. By the time she had both nylons off, Billy had had quite a show. He even knew the color of her panties now. He had to hold his CD player over his lap to cover his raging hardon.

"Do you have a girlfriend that you are leaving back home?"

"Yea, sort of."

"I'll bet that is going to be'hard' on you being way out there without a girlfriend," Jill said, emphasizing the word hard. Jill looked down at Billy's pants and could plainly see that he was excited. She reached over and placed her hand on the thigh of the startled young man, leaning close to him.

"Now, let's see how I can help you," Jill said looking around to make sure no one had moved close to them. "It seems that you have your own operating system problem here," she said, placing her hand directly on the bulge in the young man's pants.

Billy thought he was going to pass out. Sure he had fooled around with Kelly a little but this was a woman, not a fifteen-year-old girl. He was paralyzed with fear and excitement as he watched the woman's manicured fingers begin to open his belt and pull down the zipper.

"Oh my," Jill said, as Billy's cock sprang out, surprised to see that he wasn't wearing any underwear. Jill's hand went to the throbbing shaft wrapping her fingers around it. She slowly moved her hand up and down, bringing a moan from the excited young man.

It wasn't a large cock yet but it was well shaped with a nice purple head.

Jill continued to move her hand up and down, bringing another moan from Billy. Jill didn't normally do something like this. She wasn't sure what had gotten into her today. Maybe it was because he was so cute and he had practically saved her job.

Billy watched in amazement as Jill began to increase the speed of her hand. He saw her squeeze his cock, forcing the clear juice from the slit in the head and using it to lubricate her hand. He looked at Jill and saw that her face was a mask of concentration, her lips slightly open, breathing through her mouth. Billy was trying to hold back, to make it last but he couldn't take much of this; after all, he was only 16 years old.

Jill felt Billy's cock throb and pulse, swelling in her hand. She brought her other hand over and began to lightly squeeze his balls until she felt them tighten up. She knew from experience that he was ready to come. Jill moaned as she felt her young friend tense, his hips lifting slightly from the seat. A tremor went through Jill as she watched the head of his cock swell and begin to spit white cream out of the slit with great force.

"That's it, that's it, cum, squirt out all that sweet juice," Jill whispered, feeling her pussy spasm in excitement.

Billy's cock throbbed again and again, squirting his juice until it was in a puddle on his stomach and coating the woman's fist.

Jill squeezed the last bit of cum out of his shaft and looked up at Billy's amazed face.

"Well, is that a good enough pay back?"

"Uh, uh, yea... thanks," he stuttered, his face turning red, not knowing what to say to a stranger that just give him a hand job. This was only the second hand job Billy had ever had. The first was from a fat girl in the ninth grade and it was nothing like this.

"You are quite welcome sweetheart. Now what are we going to do to clean up the mess you made?"

Billy shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, since you seem to have lost your underwear, your pants are going to be a sloppy mess," Jill said, pausing to think. A smile came to her face.

"I guess that I will just have to give you mine."

Billy watched as Jill lifted her ass from the seat and pulled her skirt up. She grabbed her pink panties and pulled them down. Billy felt his cock twitch again as Jill flashed him her pussy.

"Here," Jill said, using the panties to wipe up the cum on his stomach, then clean off her hand. When his discharge was mostly absorbed into the panties, Jill handed the sticky cloth to Billy.

Billy looked at the panties and back at the woman at a loss for words. Thankfully he felt the bus come to a stop.

"Well, this is my stop, thanks again sweetheart," Jill said, bending over to give Billy a quick kiss on the lips. She smiled at the stunned boy, picked up her PC and was gone.

Billy couldn't believe that he had just gotten a hand job from a complete stranger, a gorgeous woman, yet he sat there with his pants open and her panties in his hand.

Chapter 2

The bus crossed the South Dakota State line at three in the afternoon. There were still two hundred miles left to go; this was going to be even worse then he had thought.

Billy listened to his CD, watching out the window at the wide-open spaces. He never thought there was this much uninhabited space in the entire country, let alone South Dakota. There were cattle farms, cornfields, and wheat fields but very little in the way of towns or people.

The sun was just going down when the bus pulled into the town of Fort Pierce, South Dakota.

As Billy stepped off the bus, he stretched, looking around for his aunt. He was a little worried when he did not see her.

Suddenly he heard someone say "Billy?"

"Yes,... Aunt Jess?" Billy said, a woman walking up to him in a cowboy hat and boots.

"My but you have grown," his aunt said, putting her arms around him for hug.

She was nothing like Billy thought. He had expected a tired old woman; what he saw was very pretty and trim woman in tight jeans, boots and a western shirt. Billy felt her full breasts push into him as she prolonged the hug. For an old lady she was pretty sexy.

"Let's get going, we still have an hour and a half drive."

Billy groaned.

"Aunt, Jess can we get something to eat first?"

"I'm sorry, sure, what would you like."

"Anything."

Billy got his bag and followed his aunt to her pickup truck. It was not a bad position walking behind his aunt; she filled out those jeans very well.

They stopped at a small diner about ten miles outside of town for dinner.

"Well, tell me about yourself young man," Sally said after they had ordered.

Billy looked across the table at his aunt. She had taken off her cowboy hat and revealed pretty blond hair that came to her shoulders. Her eyes were a piercing blue. Billy thought that she looked somewhat like the actress Bo Derek. "Maybe this was not going to be such a bad summer after all," he thought.

"Aunt Jess, I didn't really steal that car. It was just some of the guys I run around with, having fun."

"I'm not here to judge you Billy, I am just thrilled that you are here. It has been very difficult for me since John died," Aunt Jess said, her pretty blue eyes tearing up. "The farm is so big and needs a lot of work. I tried to hire some immigrant workers, but they were just not reliable, plus I really don't have the money. Now it's just me and you of course, for the summer."

"Aunt Jess, I don't know a thing about farming, I'm a city kid. Hell, if you have a computer, I can do wonders with that."

"Well, I do have a computer but other things need fixing more. Don't worry, I will teach you all you need to know about farming," Jess said, reaching over to pat Billy's hand. "We had better get going... here, you can drive," Jess said, tossing him the keys.

"Really, you are willing to take you life into your own hands with a kid who also happens to be on the FBI's ten most wanted?"

"I'm sure I'll be safe," she answered her face lighting up with a smile.

Billy already liked Aunt Jess.

An hour and a half-later Jess jumped out to open the gate to her farm. Billy drove the pickup through the gate letting Jess get back in. It was another half mile to the large old farmhouse.

"Billy, you will be staying in the room over the barn," Jess said pointing to a large structure. "It is a little messy but you will have more privacy there, if that's OK."

"Sure Aunt Jess, I can sleep almost anywhere," Billy said following his aunt into the house.

"I will fix up the sofa for you tonight and then we can fix your room up tomorrow. I'm going to take a bath now. I'll try to not use all the hot water. I need a new hot water heater also."

"Thanks Aunt Jess, give me a yell when you are done. By the way where is the TV?"

"We don't have one."

"Oh my God," Billy said under his breath.

A half-hour later, Jess called down and said the bathroom was free.

Billy went up the stairs searching for the bathroom. He turned left and took two steps before he stopped. The door to his aunt's room was left open a crack. He knew he shouldn't look but he couldn't help himself, stepping toward the cracked door. He sucked in his breath. His aunt was bending over a dresser drawer getting out her nightclothes. Her ass was facing directly at Billy. Her white panties were stretched tight across her ass cheeks, outlining her well-shaped ass. Billy could even see the pouch of her pussy bulging between her legs.

Suddenly she stood up holding her nightgown. Billy barely got out of the way before she turned around.

Jess saw something out of the corner of her eye in the mirror on the dresser. She realized that she needed to close the doors now that she had a guest. There was a man in the house for the first time in over a year.

Billy hurried down the hall, hoping he would find the bathroom quickly. Two doors down, he saw the open bathroom door and hurried in, closing it behind him. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"God, she is my own aunt, I must be nuts," he thought.

The bathroom was old and small, with a big Victorian tub against one wall.

Billy started the water and sat on the toilet to take off his shoes and socks. He saw something on the floor near the hamper, he reached over and picked it up. His heart beat increased when he saw that it was a pair of his aunt's panties. She must have missed the hamper.

With the panties in his hand, Billy sat back down on the toilet. He was in a battle with himself, an angel on one shoulder and Satan on the other. Satan won; Billy brought the soiled panties to his nose, breathing in the sent of his aunt. He moaned as his cock grew to full erection.

The tub was rapidly filling with almost warm water.

Billy laid the panties down on the toilet seat and stripped. He got in the tub lying back, his hard cock sticking above the water line. He looked at the panties laying arms reach away. He controlled himself, quickly washing and getting out of the now cold water.

When he was dressed again, he picked up the panties, intending to put them in the hamper. Instead, he put them in his pocket. There was another pair in there already.

He was sitting on the sofa when Aunt Jess came down. She was wearing a fairly well worn flannel nightgown.

"I'll get some sheets, there are pillows in that closet."

When the sofa was made, Jess said good night and went up to bed.

Billy stripped to his shorts and got under the covers. He lay there for awhile, trying to get to sleep. Finally, he reached over and pulled the two pair of panties from his jeans pocket. He dropped the pink pair to the floor and held the other pair to his nose. With his other hand, he began to masturbate, running his hand up and down his hard cock with increasing speed. As he neared his climax, he brought his aunt's panties to his hard cock and covered the head. He moaned and began to squirt cum into the crotch of her panties.

Exhausted from his long day, Billy fell asleep, the hand holding the now sticky panties dropped to the floor.

The following morning, Jess was up before dawn as usual. She tried to be quiet as she walked by her sleeping nephew.

She stopped short, looking on the floor next to the sofa. It looked like there were two pair of panties lying there. She reached down and picked them up. One pair was definitely the panties that she had worn yesterday, the other pair she did not recognize.

She dropped the pink pair back to the floor and walked quickly to the kitchen with the other. When she closed the door, she leaned against it and sighed. She looked at the still damp panties. Billy had obviously jerked off into them, as the crotch was still very wet. She felt a thrill run through her and her pussy lips began to swell.

"Control yourself," she whispered.

John, her late husband had a panty fetish and she had always indulged him. He loved for her to wear them all day and then masturbate in them before she took them off and gave them to him.

She allowed herself a moment to remember her husband.

John had loved everything about Jess. He especially liked her pussy.

Her pussy had always embarrassed Jess; the clit was quite large and her inner lips were overly large and would protrude even when she was not excited. When she got excited, both the clit and the lips would grow to twice their normal size.

In high school, she was always embarrassed when she had shorts on, fearing that people would notice her lips. She also kept her pussy shaved, pubic hair made the problem worse.

After they were married, John had convinced her that her pussy and clit were beautiful. He even had her start wearing tight shorts and jeans again.

Jess shook her head, trying to focus; she didn't like to dwell on the past.

Jess, still leaning against the door, began to raise her nightgown, unable to stop herself. She brought the damp panties to her already swollen pussy lips. Her legs began to shake as she rubbed the material against her protruding clit. She opened the panties so that the area wet with Billy's sperm was touching her tender lips. In seconds, her body shook in climax, forcing her to stifle a moan.

Jess put the twice-soiled panties into the wash and began to fix breakfast.

When breakfast was ready, she went in to wake Billy. It was 6 a.m.

"Billy, it's time to get up," she said, gently shaking his shoulder.

"God, Aunt Jess, it isn't even light out yet," he moaned, rubbing his eyes.

"Work starts early on a farm. Come on, breakfast is ready."

Billy sat up on the sofa, his head in his hands, trying to shake the cobwebs. Suddenly, he saw the pink panties on the floor and quickly snatched them up. He turned quickly, looking for his aunt's panties. He looked between the cushions, and even underneath the sofa; the panties were no where to be found. Then a terrifying thought occurred to him; Aunt Jess must have found them.

He put his pants on and walked into the kitchen where his aunt had prepared eggs, bacon, toast and coffee. The kitchen was filled with the smell of good farm cooking.

Aunt Jess was standing at the stove in her old gown.

Billy felt his face redden at the thought of his aunt finding her panties, especially since he had cum in them.

When Aunt Jess turned around, Billy thought he saw her face redden.

"We will fix your room up this morning, then get to work," she said, not able to look her nephew in the eyes.

"OK," Billy said, too embarrassed to look up from his food.

Chapter 3

The next two weeks were filled with work, work and more work.

Billy was so tired at night that he didn't even miss having a TV. He would come in from the fields at 7:30 or 8 p.m., eat dinner, take a bath then go to his room and crash.

Surprisingly he was finding farm life to be kind of fun.

Aunt Jess taught him how to ride a horse (he was far from proficient), how to run the farm equipment and a great deal about animals and agriculture. They worked as a team, making good progress in getting the farm running efficiently.

Billy could already feel his body firming up and he was definitely putting on weight. "Yea," he thought, "this farming stuff wasn't so bad after all."

His only problem was Aunt Jess. He had become somewhat obsessed with her. Every night he would steal her panties and jerk off before he went to sleep. He would then sneak them back into her clothes hamper.

However, he wasn't fooling Jess. She would often watch him through the upstairs window, leaving the house with a pair of her panties held to his nose. Jess had a problem also; she was thrilled by Billy's desire to jerk off in her panties. She was losing control of her own emotions. She often found herself glancing at Billy's crotch, wondering what his penis looked like. God, she needed a man.

To get her mind off of her own desires, Jess suggested that she and Billy do something fun for a change. One of the things she and John loved to do was to build a fire outside then sit around it and drink hot chocolate and roast marshmallows. When she suggested it to Billy, he jumped at the chance to have a little fun; it was corny but he was desperate.

That night, they built a fire and were sitting on a blanket under the stars. They could hear the crickets and an owl hooting in the distant. There were several cats wandering around and even John's old bloodhound, Blue, was lying there with them.

"Aunt Jess, you miss him a lot don't you?"

"You can't imagine how much Billy," Jess answered, beginning to sniffle.

Billy moved over closer to his aunt and put his arm around her. She leaned into his arm, feeling the comfort of a male for the first time in over a year.

"Do you think you will marry again."

"I don't really know."

"Hey, there's a shooting star," Billy said gleefully.

"You see a lot of those out here. Here, put you head on my lap and look up at the sky."

Billy turned and put his head on his aunt's lap. He felt his aunt stroke his hair as they looked into the night sky. Aunt Jess was right, it seemed like there was another one every couple of seconds.

Suddenly Billy realized that he could feel his aunt's soft breast touching his face. He lay very still, not wanting to cause her to pull back. He could feel her breathing; each breath pushing her soft and warm cloth covered skin into his cheek.

Jess could feel it also. Her nipple began to get hard, yet she didn't pull back. Her breathing began to increase making the contact that much more obvious.

Billy didn't move for some time.

Jess thought he was asleep. Unconsciously, she pressed her breast a little harder into the side of he nephew's face.

Billy slowly turned his head toward the nipple breathing into the flannel shirt Jess was wearing.

Jess suppressed a gasp as she felt his hot breath torture her swollen nipple.

Billy took a big chance, opening his lips and then closing them on the hard bud of her tit.

Jess could not hold back a gasp this time. She realized that Billy was not asleep. His lips were sucking her swollen nipple gently through her shirt. She felt a thrill run through her and her pussy began to swell. She knew that she should stop him but her excitement would not let her.

Billy felt his aunt push her breast into his mouth. There was no doubt that she was enjoying what he was doing.

The material of her shirt was soaked through with Billy's saliva.

Jess could hear the sucking sounds her nephew was making and feel his lips squeezing tight on her nipple. She could feel her pussy begin to spasm and her hips began to move under Billy's head. Before she could stop it, she felt a climax shoot through her. Her hand automatically went to Billy's head, holding his lips on her tit. She moaned deep in her throat as her body shook.

She had never had a climax from just having her breast sucked.

As soon as her climax passed, she pushed Billy's mouth away and jumped up.

"It's time for me to go to bed," Jess said abruptly.

Billy watched, stunned, as his aunt went into the house.

The next day, they didn't talk about what had happened. Aunt Jess seemed to be reflecting on what it meant. She knew it meant she was horny, but it also meant that this boy was becoming something special to her. She felt guilty but there was also a deep down excitement that she couldn't explain or dare to explore.

Billy suggested that they have another campfire that evening, his young hormones working overtime.

Jess was reluctant but agreed when Billy begged her, thinking that she would control the situation better this time.

Somehow, Billy ended up with his head on his aunt's lap again, his face pressing into her soft breast. When he started breathing on her nipple this time, Jess pushed him away. However, a few minutes later, his mouth was back. He heard his aunt Jess sigh and push her breast into his face, letting his suck the nipple again. He couldn't believe it when his aunt began to open the buttons of her shirt. Billy was breathing hard when he felt one full breast, with its hard pink nipple, touch his lips.

Aunt Jess moaned when Billy wrapped his lips around it and began to suck like a baby. She held his head and moaned. She new this was wrong but she couldn't resist. It was just a breast in his mouth after all.

Jess felt the familiar thrill in her pussy as this young boy sucked her nipple hard. What Billy lacked in experience, he made up for in enthusiasm, sucking her tit nosily, then using his tongue to torture the hard nipple. Soon Jess felt the tremors in her pussy, her hands pulling his head hard into her, as her body shook in climax.

Again, she pushed him away, but this time kissing his cheek light before going upstairs to take her bath.

As she sat in the tub, Jess's mind was in turmoil, what had she done? How could she face her young nephew? She had definitely stepped over the bounds.

When Jill tired of chastising herself, she got out of the tub and wrapped a towel around her, calling down to Billy that the bathroom was free.

Billy ran up the stairs, hurrying to take his bath. He sat in the tub thinking about what had just happened, resisting the desire to jerk off. When his bath was done, he looked in the hamper and found his aunt's panties. He intended to take them to his room but when he passed his aunt's door, he could not resist stopping to peek in. He stopped short, looking through the partially opened door.

He almost gasped when he saw his aunt standing in front of her mirror brushing her hair with only a towel wrapped around her.

He knew he should leave but his feet would not move.

Jess caught Billy's image in the mirror. She knew Billy could not tell that she could see him. She watched him stand there for several minutes. Jess felt her pussy begin to throb. She put her brush down on the dresser with a shaking hand. Her heart was beating rapidly, excitement building. Unable to stop herself, she slowly bent over and acted as if she were searching for something in the bottom drawer.

Billy's cock sprang to life in his pants. He watched as his aunt bent over, letting the towel slide up and over her ass cheeks, baring her entire backside to him. He could plainly see her large pussy lips between her thighs, her strong thighs stretched. Billy's hand automatically went to his zipper, freeing his cock and wrapping his aunt's panties around it.