Thread: Promised Land

I laboured through the rest of the day, trying to put the earlier events out of my head. I didn't know how to feel about what had happened, feeling guilty and ashamed, not only at how I had been violated, but at my own physical reaction to it. I avoided talking to my mother that night terrified that there would be some sort of sign, some sort of mark of Cain if you will. I just listened to the music played by the other labourers as people danced, kept to myself and went to bed early, only to lay there awake for what seemed like hours. when I finally did fall into a fitful sleep, I was plagued by dreams that haunted me. Come morning I was exhausted, but roused myself to head for some breakfast and get ready for the day. My mother seemed to be in a very chatty mood and was driving me crazy. I just wanted to be alone with my thoughts and she seemed to be in a chatty mood. Sensing something was wrong she inquired, but I said I just didn't sleep well. Labouring through the morning, I worked feverishly, picking at a high pace, just wanting to keep myself too busy. The morning flew by, and we paused for lunch, before heading back into the fields to pick for the afternoon. After another hours or two, I started to reassure myself that yesterdays event was a one off. Maybe it was the alcohol or something. I breathed a little more comfortably. My relief however, was to be short lived. Hey...Boy! Mr Coburn barked. Looking up at him, I see him jerk his thumb in the direction of the stables. Report to the stables! he commanded. I paused, open mouthed, the disappointment rushing through me. Did you hear me? Stables...NOW! he looked at me with hostile contempt. Nodding my head I headed there numbly, trying to control my discomfort. I didn't have any control over this, and my mother and I needed this job so I just had to go along with this. Heading into the stables, I cut through the other side and then went around behind the house. Pausing I knocked on the door. I quickly heard the footsteps coming and she opened the door, with a warm smile, standing there in a dress that went just past her knees and a button up blouse that showed a short expanse of skin between the top of her dress and the bottom of her blouse. She had a glass of wine in her hand as she ushered me in. Eddie, I said to walk in. I want you to feel welcome here she said, ushering me towards the kitchen as her hand touched my shoulder and glided down my back, and then over my buttocks. she opened the fridge, and reaching in she handed me a beer, popping the cap off before I could say no. I think you need a cold one, after all that hot sweaty work in the fields. Taking it, I tentatively took a sip, thanking her for the drink, even though I really didn't like alcohol. Reaching out with her hand, she grabbed me behind the neck, and pulled my face towards hers and planted a passionate kiss on my lips, letting hers linger there for a minute as I felt my heart speeding up. Breaking the kiss, she smiled mischievously. I'm so happy to see you. I've missed you since our little encounter the other day she said, with eyes that demanded a response. Trying to look sincere, I responded 'I've missed you too, hoping I sounded sincere. Of course you did sweetheart she said, reaching out and touching my face lightly as she stepped in close, her body immediately within my personal space, her warm breath on my face as her perfume tantalized my senses. Come on she said excitedly, a broad smile flashing across her face as she grabbed my hand and twirled, heading towards the living room, dragging me along with her. As soon as we got to the living room, she put down her glass and then grabbed my beer, taking it from my hand and placing it down. Before I could say anything she pushed me against the wall and then lunged at me, kissing me passionately as her arms wrapped around me, pulling my body in close against her as she greedily explored my mouth with her tongue. Her hands roamed liberally over me, caressing my chest, running them over my abdomen, my waist, and my buttocks as she groped away. I guess she was confident that she could do this, and didn't have to waste her time with pretence of small talk and tasks. She was taking what she perceived as hers. Despite my discomfort, I felt a swelling within my jeans as my knees started to tremble and my heart raced along with my breathing. She knew how to get my body going, that was for sure. Raising her left leg, she wrapped it around me and started grinding lewdly against my crotch. For all the physical sensation provided by this, I felt violated having this older woman just using me like this. We kissed like this for several minutes as she rubbed her body up against mine, moaning heatedly. Our tongues twirled in each other's mouths, as her hands groped me crudely. Her hands suddenly grabbed my wrists and place them on her waist, moving them up and down her waist. Touch me Eddie, show me you want me! she breathed huskily as she forced me to molest her. I reluctantly ran my hands over her waist, mechanically, feeling uncomfortable with what we were doing. She was too old and I was too young. Yes she was attractive, but she was a grown mature woman, pushing 40 and this was just....wrong. Her grinding became more heated as she rubbed herself against me. Her hands moved to mine again, moving them behind her, running my hands over her ass, which felt quite toned for a woman of her age. I cringed in shame at what my mother would think if she saw me groping this grown woman like this, and letting her use me in such a crude manner. Trying to blank my mind, I just hoped this would pass soon, but I couldn't take myself away from this moment. My erection was straining painfully against my jeans, as my knees trembled awkwardly, as I tried desperately to remain standing while my heart tried to pound its way out of my rib cage. Her hands slid under my shirt, gliding over my abdomen as I continued rubbing her buttocks, tortured with the contrast between how humiliating this violation was and how completely excited I was, to be doing this. she pushed my hands up above my head and then in one swift move, she removed my shirt, pulling it over my head. Then her hands started running over my skin, feeling my abdomen, my chest as she explored hungrily. She paused to undo her shirt, quickly sliding it off revealing a fairly perfect form. There were some signs of fleshiness around the waist, but for her age she was quite fit. Then she reached behind her back, fumbling with her bra clasp, and undid her bra, revealing her breasts. I had seen pictures before, as a friend had acquired some magazines, but I had never seen breasts in real life. I was both excited and afraid. Excited because I was seeing tits, yet afraid because I wasn't ready to be this serious yet, and she was old enough to be my mother. Don't you want to touch them? She asked, sensuously. Hesitantly I reached out, wishing I could not be here yet at the same time mesmerized by the tender looking orbs before me. She lost patience with my hesitance and grabbed my hands, placing them on her breasts. Stop being such a prude Eddie she spoke. Now massage them she said before kising me hard again. We continued to make out, her tongue in my mouth as her hands took liberties with my body and I played with her breasts. After a few minutes she started dropping to the floor, pulling me with her. Get down her you!, she said affectionately as she pulled me down on top of her. This was getting way too serious! Once she had me on top, she wrapped her legs around my waist and started grinding her crotch against mine as her hands roamed, and she kissed me as though starving. Every nerve ending in my body was tingling, as I was acutely aware of the fact that only a layer of my underwear, my jeans and her panties separated my penis from her vagina. As wrong and unsettling as this was, I couldn't help but get a powerful erection, and feel some wetness inside my underwear. Rolling me on to my back she straddled me, sitting up as though she was riding a horse while she ground herself into me, her hands running all over my bare torso. Leaning forward, she lowered her breasts down to my face. Kiss them she said, and I complied awkwardly, feeling excited and abused. Come on Eddie, suck on them, show me you want them she said lustily as she ground herself into me. Opening my mouth, I took her nipple into it, and gently started sucking. The whole thing seemed surreal. Yesterday, I was a normal teenage kid, interested in chasing girls of course, but not anything serious, and now I was being molested by my employer who was plenty old enough to be my mother. All the arousal I felt couldn't completely eliminate the sense of betrayal, and violation I felt at this woman's hands. After a few moments of this, her hands started moving below my belt line, and running over the bulge in my jeans, as I struggled to maintain my breathing, as I continued to suck on her nipples. I had no idea how I would be able to face my mother after this, but for now I just kept going. Then she decided to take it to the next level. Her hands started fumbling with my belt buckle! Immediately I started trying to sit up, while reaching down with my hands to stop her. I'm not comfortable with that I said She responded by impatiently grabbing my hands and pushing them aside before going back to work on my belt. Relax Eddie, you'll enjoy this she said with impatient reassurance We're going way to far,...I'm not ready for this I stammered Oh for god's sake Eddie stop acting like such a child! You act like I'm hurting you or something. You should be thankful I'm doing this for you! she snapped as she undid the belt and started to unbutton my pants. At that point there was a knock on the door, causing her head to turn. There's someone at the door I said, stating the obvious in my hopes that this would be a reprieve. They'll go away! she said impatiently as she started to unzip my fly. The sheer exhilaration going through my body was insane, at the thought of her actually getting into my pants and playing with my penis, despite my reservations. I struggled to control my breathing as she fumbled to get into my pants when a female voice called from outside..... Louise? Stopping suddenly she sat up, still straddling me and in exasperation mouth the word fuck. What the hell is she doing here? She asked rhetorically. Sighing she spoke, It's my sister in law....get dressed and go out the back she said in frustration. I didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved. My body was literally shaking with anticipation when she started going into my pants yet I was nervous too. Dressing quickly, I started heading towards the door when she grabbed me Eddie, we're not done here she said emphatically. We'll pick up where we left off tomorrow Nodding awkwardly, I headed out the back door, walking awkwardly due to the erection straining through my jeans. To be continued.................