Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Please Milk Me #2

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?"

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

I asked

Todd replied, emerging from

Mrs Jensen and her husband knew each other over in Denmark before they

"I don't think so."

said. "Peter has been gone so long. It seems

by yourself Inger? It seems like a lot of work for

is hard. There are times when I

help Inger?

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."

embarrassed

on. We are friends after all aren't we?

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

expression

I can't afford a milking machine and it would hardly pay for just two cows. I

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old Mrs Jensen." Todd

than your mother." Inger said while

blushed but did not move away from

nineteen twenty three which makes me forty eight and I

you. Most days I feel every year

don't look it though

think you both look great whatever the age." Todd

a dear. So well mannered and so strong too. You have raised

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

Really I wouldn't. I don't know

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

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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

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

masturbated twice during the fitful night. He was hard

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

even earlier than I expected. I appreciate eagerness in