Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

At tea back in July Inger Jensen had dressed conservatively and had been very proper and appreciative of the invitation from Lois.

“I’m so very glad you decided to finally come over Inger. I don’t think we have had a nice friendly afternoon together since the funeral.”

“I believe you are right. I was such a wreck for such a long time that I wasn’t good company.

I think I may have been near a nervous breakdown for a while there. It’s time to get over it or they might as well bury me next to Lars and Peter.”

Lois had never met Peter Jensen as he had been deceased for many years before she and her husband Ralph and bought this place to get away from the hustle and bustle of California and to work on their marriage. The working on the marriage part was to no avail as it turned out because Ralph just couldn’t manage to be faithful for very long.

They had divorced when Todd was twelve but he had gone to stay with his grandparents a couple of years prior to that. This was purportedly so that he might be of some help to them as his grandfather had experienced a recent stroke.

Another rationalization for the move was that Todd would be able to go to better schools in Ames Iowa, but the major reason was that Lois wanted to minimize her son’s exposure to his father’s womanizing ways.

Their move to the heartland was an attempt to shield Ralph from the temptations of the free love environment of San Francisco as well as the drug culture he was becoming enamored with. It was no use.

Ralph was spoiled in so many ways and it was remarkable that he had ever fallen in love with and married a simple midwest girl. They had met at Berkeley where Lois had gotten a scholarship and where Ralphs wealthy parents had been able to send him.

Opposites apparently attracted but their differences made staying together difficult and eventually impossible.

Ralphs parents wealth made it possible for Lois to keep the farmhouse they had purchased and to receive a generous monthly alimony to raise their son. She was not very interested in farming and leased most of the acreage out and the Jensens farm had shrunk as well in the years since Lars death. Inger still had some chickens and and a couple of milk cows.

She had been raised to live off the land in Denmark and wanted to keep at it as long as she could.

“How long have you lived on that farm Inger? I don’t believe that I ever asked.”

“It feels like my whole life but not really. I was sixteen when my family came over from Denmark just before the war.”

“A lot of people were fleeing Europe around then I suppose.”

“Oh yes. Peters family had relatives over here in the US and they sponsored them. Our family followed just after they were settled.

“So you knew Peter over in Denmark?”

“Yes.”

“I didn’t know that. Did you know that Todd?”

Todd had been quiet during much of the conversation and was having a hard time focusing on what was being said. He had been seated on the bench chair in the farm kitchen when Inger had arrived and she had seated herself next to the eighteen year old instead of across from him and next to Lois. He could feel the heat from her thigh as it pressed against him. Inger had slid closer to the young man when reaching for the sugar and had not moved to seperate since.

Todd could smell her clean freshness with just a hint of perfume. He had never given any thought to Mrs Jensen as a sexual being but then he hadn’t really seen her much since he was ten years old. His mother was seemingly oblivious to the subtle hints of her attraction to him that Inger was putting out.

“Todd. I asked you a question.”

“What was that mom?” Todd replied, emerging from his reverie.

“Did you know that Mrs Jensen and her husband knew each other over in Denmark before they ever came to America?”

“I don’t think so.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Inger said. “Peter has been gone so long. It seems like another life.”

“How have you been managing over there by yourself Inger? It seems like a lot of work for one person to manage even a small farm like yours.”

“It is hard. There are times when I could really use some help.”

“What kind of help Inger? What can we do?”

Inger hesitated some before responding to that question. She knew that if she started down the road she was considering it would probably change a lot of things for all three of them in this country farm kitchen.

“My hands have started cramping and hurting a lot the past few weeks. From the last time this happened I know that they need to rest. I was able to give them that rest then because Lars was still with me.”

“Rest from what?” Lois asked.

“I’m almost embarrassed to say.”

“Go on. We are friends after all aren’t we? No need to be embarrassed.”

“Well, the last time I had this condition the doctor diagnosed it as tendinitis and had me stop milking the cows for a few weeks. That cleared it up. I know it seems foolish to want to continue hand milking cows but it’s a hard tradition to break. I could sell the cows I suppose.”

“I can tell by your expression that you would rather not.”

“It’s in your blood after a while. I can’t afford a milking machine and it would hardly pay for just two cows. I can’t afford to hire help either. The perils of getting old.”

“You’re not old Mrs Jensen.” Todd offered.

“That’s very sweet of you to say young man but I’m older than your mother.” Inger said while she patted his hand with hers and pressed her thigh against his.

Todd blushed but did not move away from the contact.

“I was born in nineteen twenty three which makes me forty eight and I doubt if your mother has seen forty summers yet.”NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

“Forty one actually but thank you. Most days I feel every year of that forty one.”

“You don’t look it though Lois.”

“I think you both look great whatever the age.” Todd interjected.

“You are a dear. So well mannered and so strong too. You have raised quite the young man here Lois.”

“Todd.” Lois said turning to her son, “Do you think your schedule would allow for helping Mrs Jensen for a few weeks before you go off to college. Three weeks would give her just the time she would need to get over her tendinitis flare up.”

“I wouldn’t want to impose like that.” Inger said. “I’m sure the young man has a lot of other things he would rather be doing than milking cows for an old lady.”

“I wouldn’t mind. Really I wouldn’t. I don’t know how though.”

“I could show you. You certainly have the muscles for it.” As Inger said this she stroked his forearm from elbow to wrist. When she did so her right breast pressed against his upper arm. Todd shuddered and his cock strained inside his denim as it hardened with instant desire.

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That first July morning when Todd arrived at the Jensens farmhouse door well before dawn was a very exciting one for him. It was the day after the tea at their house and he had agreed to arrive before dawn so that she could show him how to milk the cows. Lois had offered to come over as well but Inger had said she was already imposing too much on them and Todd would be able to master the task quickly in her opinion.

For his part Todd was glad his mother didn’t tag along. He had gotten a strong sexual vibe from Mrs Jensen and his teenage hormones and imagination were running wild. Had she deliberately rubbed her thigh and breast against him or was it innocent contact?

He had hardly slept and had masturbated twice during the fitful night. He was hard again as he stood in the darkness outside her door and knocked.

He was almost ready to knock again when the door came open and Inger stood there and smiled at him. She had on a robe tied at the waist which was not doing a very good job of disguising her cleavage. Todd could also immediately ascertain that she had taken time to put on more makeup than she had on the day before as well as going heavier on the perfume.

“Good morning Todd. You are even earlier than I expected. I appreciate eagerness in a young man.”

When she said this Todd noticed that her gaze drifted to his bulging crotch.

“I am eager to get going Mrs Jensen. Like I said yesterday I have never milked a cow and I don’t want to make a fool of myself.”

“Don’t you worry. You won’t make a fool of yourself in my eyes. I’ll be gentle and I know you’ll get the hang of it quickly. Let me put some shoes on and then follow me to the barn.”

When they got to the barn Inger placed the milking stool and pail in position near the first cow who she called Betty. She rubbed her hands together to warm them a bit and then grasped one of the cows teats and squeezed and pulled expertly so that a strong stream of milk splashed into the pail.

After several pulls she changed spots with Todd and had him seated on the stool and reaching out to the cows udder. Inger knelt behind him and reached around his waist so that her hands could cover his and demonstrate the correct technique for milking.

Todd was intoxicated by her nearness and her scent. When she leaned into him he could feel her breasts pressed against his back and it seemed to him that he could feel her hard nipples through the material of her robe and his thin T shirt.

Inger was able to glance down over his shoulder and see the effect she was having on her neighbors son as evidenced by his tented jeans.

With only a few weeks to work with she knew she had to move fast and she resolved that she would.

When both cows had been milked Inger asked Todd to come into her kitchen so that she could fix him a breakfast.

He accepted gladly as it extended his time with her. He loved the way her full ass cheeks undulated under her robe as she walked in front of him. When she turned just so he thought he could catch a glimpse of a nipple through the opening in her robe.

Was she toying with him, teasing him, or was she putting out a real invitation?

Those questions were answered during that breakfast conversation.

“How do you like your eggs Todd?”

“Any way is fine.” he said to her full breasts when Inger bent to place his coffee before him.

“Scrambled?” Inger said from the stove, looking over her shoulder to see the teenagers eyes riveted to her ass. She was at this moment very glad that farm living had kept her in such good shape.

“I asked if scrambled was ok.” Inger said a little louder to break the boy out of his trance. He had been absentmindedly touching himself as he continued to ogle the buxom widow in the early dawn light.

“Uh, yeah, sure Mrs Jensen.”

“You did very well this morning Todd.

The cows were very satisfied.”

Inger did not have to look over her shoulder to know that the teenagers eyes were boring holes through the robe stretched over her cheeks. They jiggled with the extra hip action she added to the beating of the eggs.