My aunt married a dairy farmer and I would spend a week or two with them every summer. After one hard day of helping uncle Red with the milking and such and helping auntie in her garden, I went bed and slept like a log through night. It wasn’t until my aunt woke me up the next morning that I realized that I had wet the bed, I was 9 or 10 at the time. She wasn’t mad but she pulled me into the bathroom and removed my wet pajamas and told me to get into the tub where she “thoroughly” bathed me. But that is not why I am submitting this story.
Several years later, I wanted to bring a birthday present to my aunt, but my wife hated the barnyard smell so I drove there by myself. After I did not find anyone in the farmhouse, I started searching for her. Their car was still there as were both of the tractors so I went to the barn. When I couldn’t find them there I looked out behind the barn and I couldn’t believe what I saw. They were watching a bull service one of their cows. But what really surprised me was noticing that my uncle overalls were down around his ankles and auntie’s panties were down around hers. It was obvious that they were enjoy the bull’s performance even though I couldn’t actually see what they were doing. My aunt had her house dress pulled up in front and would alternate between diddling herself and giving my uncle a few strokes while he would paw auntie’s large boobs. Meanwhile, I had my cock out and jerking off.
After a few minutes, the bull got off the cow and my aunt and uncle started to masturbate in earnest. Aunt Jane’s orgasm hit her hard that she had to grab a fence rail to keep from falling. My uncle just gave his dick a couple of hard shakes then pulled up his overalls. I hadn’t cum yet, so I put my dick away and ran into the farmhouse. Waiting until the couple came around the barn, I came outside and yelled, “Happy Birthday, aunt Jane”. They both looked embarrassed and nervous and, reading her lips, she asked her husband if he thought I saw them and he just shrugged. We spent the next hour hour or so just talking and catching up. On the way home, I did something that I hadn’t done since my late, late teens, masturbating while driving.
You must be logged in to post wall comments or like a story. Please login or signup (free).