Promised Land

Promised Land


Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I paused to breathe deeply, pondering the long days work ahead. Working the fields was tough, but this was all we could get. Lately the immigration officials had at least been leaving the farms alone, allowing those of us without documentation to earn a little money without risk of deportation.


I worked here at the farm, with my mother so we could help support my siblings. My father was an American apparently, but he disappeared before I was born. My mother said I had his looks.


I didn't want to be doing this, but I needed to help support my family. My English was excellent, so I was able to drift away from the migrant workers quarters into town without attracting too much attention, but my mother still insisted that I stay away, lest I bring the attention of some less than friendly elements in the town. They tended to be hostile to those of us who weren't documented labourers.


The few times I went into town, I was in awe at all the pretty girls, but was way too shy to go up and talk to them. As a young farm labourer I never felt the local American girls would want to talk to me.


My thoughts were interrupted by the foreman, Mr Coburn.


"Hey, you need to sweep out the stables...get going!"


I hated sweeping the stables, but not wanting to annoy him, given his temper, I just nodded and headed to the stables. This seemed odd because that was not one of my usual duties, but I went there.


Heading in, I looked around and took measure of the task before me. Grabbing the broom, I went to work, and had the place looking presentable in no time. Placing the broom away, I headed towards the exit to head back to the field.


'Wait" her voice called out. Pausing, I recognized the voice instinctively. Ms. McClellan. She was the owner of this farm, having retained it from her deceased husband. She was not an overly friendly woman, usually looking at us migrant labourers as mere peasants.


"Yes Mrs. McClellan?". She was older, but pretty. Late thirties I think, or maybe her early forties..I don't know. She had the look of a woman who had taken very good care of her body but was now fighting the losing battle with age. She was still very attractive, but it was obvious that in her twenties and early thirties she must have had a perfect body, and was only now starting to lose the battle ever so slightly.


"Eduardo, ...may I call you Eddie?" she asked.


"Yes Maam" I responded, being polite. I was always respectful of my elders period, but in her case I was extra careful.


"Ok Eddie, I need you to help me with a few things in the house" she said matter of factly.


"Follow me, I'll show you what I need done" a she turned and headed towards the house. Following obediently, I headed in and paused at the door to take measure of the place. The house was beautiful; I had never been inside before. Within the enclosed interior, I detected the smell of alcohol coming off of her. Evidently she had been drinking a bit despite the fact that it was still early in the afternoon.


"OK Eddie, I need that mirror brought upstairs and mounted in the guest bedroom" She said pointing to a large and heavy looking mirror with an oak frame. "All the tools you will need are right there" she said, pointing to the toolbox by the doorway.


Nodding, I went to work and hauled the unnecessarily large mirror upstairs, then retrieved the toolbox and had the job done in about 20 minutes and immediately headed downstairs, to inform her and leave.


When I passed through the living room, she was standing there waiting.


"Thanks Eddie" She smiled approvingly, one of the few gestures of friendliness I had ever seen from her.


"Eddie, would you like something to drink?" She asked, kindly.


"Oh I don't wish to impose, but thank you" I replied shyly


"It's no imposition Eddie" She said sweetly. "So what would you like? Beer?"


I never drank, and I knew my mother wouldn't approve so I shook my head, opening my mouth to speak, but she cut me off before I could.


"I won't tell your mother...it'll be our little secret" she said with a mischievous smile as she handed me the brown bottle which immediately beaded with condensation upon being taken out of the fridge into the hot humid air.


"Come on, have a seat" she said, gesturing to the couch in the living room.


I had to admit, I was somewhat nervous. Normally the field workers were not allowed in the house, and she was not known for being particularly friendly but I followed and when she sat down and patted the seat in a gesture for me to sit, I promptly did so, feeling a bit awkward and wishing I could just get going.


Taking a small sip of the beer, I swallowed, thinking the taste was OK, but my face still must have scrunched a bit.


"I hear you are a hard worker" She said with a smile "Mr. Coburn says he is very impressed with you"


This caught me off guard, because Mr. Coburn was usually a jerk and a bully to everyone, particularly us younger workers. I dismissed this as her trying to be polite and thanked her, saying I was happy that my efforts were satisfying, telling her how grateful I was for having this job, and how much I enjoyed the work. We made small talk for a bit as she asked me about my family, and also my career ambitions. The career ambitions question seemed a bit out of place. All I wanted was to get some kind of education, finish school and get a job that would help me support my family.


All the while as we talked, I got a bit uncomfortable with how close she was sitting to me. She had swung her legs up onto the couch and curled them beside her as she sat facing me, allowing an unobstructed view of her inner thighs which I made a point of not looking at. She was leaning in close as she talked, giving me quite the view of her cleavage. Part of me said this was unintentional, yet at the same time I wasn't fully sure. I just hoped to finish the conversation and get out. This was incredibly uncomfortable.


When she finished her glass of wine, she reached for the bottle and refilled her glass. Sitting this close to her, I could tell this was by far not her first glass today. The alcohol was strong on her breath and her eyes had that dilated look one gets when they have been drinking.


As we spoke, she seemed to find numerous excuses to touch me, which at first I dismissed, but eventually made me feel uncomfortable. Brushing lint off my shirt, checking a frayed thread on my jeans, patting me on the knee encouragingly...etc.


Invariably the topic turned to girls, which I dreaded. I was very shy around girls, and while I was in very good shape I still felt like a shy boy around them. I awkwardly explained that I didn't have a girlfriend, while leaving out the fact that I had never really had one. She of course made the usual flattering remarks one makes when trying to encourage someone or build up their self confidence. As she was talking, her hand made its way to rest on my thigh, and she leaned in ever closer; her eyes locked on mine, almost making it uncomfortable to maintain eye contact.


In addition to the visual physical cues, her perfume was incredibly strong, mixing with the smell of the alcohol on her breath. While uncomfortable and nervous, I couldn't help at the same time finding something strangely exciting about the closeness of our bodies as we spoke. I quickly reproached myself for that, reminding myself of our age difference and thinking of the values my mother had worked hard to instill in me through the catholic church.


"I remember being your age" she said " It's a great time to explore new experiences. You have so much ahead of you, so much to learn." she said almost excitedly. "Of course those days are in the past, I'm an old lady now".


In retrospect her last comment was a very clumsy way to fish for a compliment, but I didn't really think of it that way at the time. I immediately responded;


"You're not old at all." I said


Smiling she responded, "Oh come on Eddie, ladies my age don't get chased like the pretty young girls"


She actually was quite pretty, even if she was showing signs of age, and I wanted to say that to make her feel better.


” Mrs. McClellan, you're.." she cut me off in mid sentence


"Call me Louise Eddie" she said with a friendly smile.


"Ok, Louise.." I said a little tentatively. I wasn't used to addressing adults, particularly ones in positions of authority by their first name, but that's what she wanted.


"I think.....I mean..." this was feeling awkward. 'Your very ...pretty...I mean not that...I don't wish to be..." I was starting to fumble bad now, my face burning bright red


Smiling, she touched her hand to my cheek, and spoke;


"Eddie, that's very sweet of you" As she leaned in closer. There was an awkward silence, and I wasn't sure if I was supposed to speak or say something. She suddenly leaned in and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me in with a big hug, squeezing me very tightly. Tentatively, I moved my arms around her, hugging her back, not sure what to make of this.


"Eddie, you're a wonderful boy" she spoke, while squeezing me. " You really are very sweet"


I really didn't know what to say about that, feeling the comment was a bit awkward. In addition to this the hug was lasting uncomfortably long. She seemed to rest her head on my shoulder so that I could feel her breathing on my neck. Something didn't seem right about this; this older woman that I worked for, holding me like this on her couch, and at the same time my butterflies were accompanied by a sense of pleasantness at being in her arms.


Then she kissed me on the side of the neck. A chill went through me. It was exciting, but at the same time I knew this was wrong. I don't think my mother would not be happy to see this, and I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to be here. This all seemed very uncomfortable.


She kissed my neck again and then loosened her grip on me very slightly, to bring her face up in front of mine, as she stared into my eyes. My heart was pounding nervously, trying to beat through my chest as she stared at me for what seemed like an eternity. Then very slowly, she leaned forward, and touched her lips to mine, placing a very gentle kiss on my lips. The touch of her lips on mine sent an excited thrill through me. I had never kissed a girl before. Sure I had kissed my mom on the cheek, but had never actually "kissed a girl" and this was on the lips.
When she broke the kiss, she pulled her face away and smiled before leaning in again and placing another kiss on my lips as I sat there frozen.


"Are you OK?" she asked, her tipsiness slightly evident in the very faint slur in her words.


I almost couldn't speak I was having such a hard time breathing. "I'm fine....uhm.....maybe we....uhm...is it OK for us to be doing this?"


She showed slight disappointment on her face. "You don't like kissing me?" she asked, almost sounding insulted.


"No that's not it.....I ...", fumbling for words.


"You don't like girls? You like boys?" she asked, and I wasn't sure if she was mocking me.


"NO!" I immediately got defensive.


"Am I too old?" she asked, slightly hurt.


""No...I just ....I don't know if I'm ready for this" I fumbled.


"Look Eddie, it's perfectly normal. there's nothing wrong with two people being attracted to each other and showing it. It's all part of life and growing. " She said, reassuringly. "I've been very nice to you, haven't I?" she asked.


"Yes, of course" I responded.


"Ok, then just relax, and you'll enjoy this" she said as she leaned in. 'Now when I kiss you I want you to relax and let your mouth open" She leaned in and touched her mouth to mine again, and I allowed my mouth to open a bit. She did smoke, but it didn't seem to be too prevalent on her breath. I did taste the alcohol though as she kissed me, her lips working against mine.


As much as I felt uncomfortable, I had to admit that it felt good to have her kissing me like this, her mouth working over mine, as she sucked on my lips. Suddenly her tongue probed into my mouth and I struggled to breathe due to my heart pounding so furiously. Her tongue explored my mouth as I relented, allowing her to do this. thrilled and terrified at the same time. Thrilled in that this did feel very good and there was something exciting that stirred within me. Terrified because I felt this was all wrong for someone my age to be on the couch with this mature woman, fooling around like this.


Breaking the kiss, she looked at me;


"Do what I'm doing with my tongue...just relax and explore" I nodded that I understood.


When her mouth closed on mine, she started probing with her tongue again, and I responded in kind, if somewhat apprehensively. Once my tongue started to probe her mouth, she suddenly became very aggressive with me, her hands running over my body, exploring me.


At this stage I can't deny that my body was reaction. Despite my fear, every nerve ending in my body was tingling, and I had an uncomfortable erection straining within my jeans as she ran her hands up and down my torso, and over my thighs. It wasn't just that; she also pressed her chest up against mine, and I could feel her breasts against my chest as we kissed.


As we progressed, I became acutely aware of her hand, moving ever so slowly up my inner thigh. Often it stayed in one place for several minutes, but then some movement would cause it to shift, moving it an inch closer to my groin as her heated moans and passionate kissing increased in intensity.


As her hand inched closer, I started to shake nervously. I wasn't sure I wanted her to touch me there, and half hoped she would stop before doing that. At the same time, my breathing seemed out of control as I kissed her, my body enjoying the sensation of her hands roaming.


Finally her hand slid up, gliding over the bulge in my jeans as I gasped lightly at the feel of her hand pressing against it through my jeans. Despite the physical arousal, I felt slightly ashamed or humiliated at this, and delicately used my hand to slide her hand away a bit. She put an immediate stop to that, firmly grabbing my wrist and placing my hand off to one side, and then placing her hand back on the bulge in my jeans with deliberate authority. The message was clear... I'm not asking.


She started groping my erection with increased intensity, and despite the fact that I was definitely aroused, I really felt uncomfortable with the whole situation. What would my mother think of me if she saw me here with this lady, and saw my reaction? Why am I responding to this when it's clearly so wrong?


All these thoughts tortured me as she physically mauled me, groping and prodding as she kissed me hard, her tongue flicking around in my mouth as she sucked and licked, while I basically submitted to her aggression weakly. I didn't want this, she shouldn't be touching me like this, but she was the boss and was the largest employer of migrant workers in the area. I couldn't afford to upset her as much as I desperately wanted her to stop, so in my weakness I just let her continue. I just waited, hoping she would stop touching me like this.


She kept this up for several minutes, as I oscillated between excitement and shame until she finally broke the kiss, allowing me to start trying to desperately regain my breath.


"We should stop for now" she said. For now?? She paused, adjusting herself, making sure her clothes weren't ruffled. Reaching for her glass of wine, she gulped it back and then poured herself another one.


"See, that wasn't so bad,...you enjoyed it?". She didn't seem to be asking me as much as telling me. Nodding awkwardly in agreement, I couldn't really speak.


"Good.....so let's not speak of this, OK Eddie? I've been very good to you and your mother, made sure to keep you employed even during low seasons because I know you have to help her support your family, so let's just keep this as our little secret OK?" Her eyes bored in on mine, ensuring I agreed and complied.


Again, all I could do was nod; I couldn't really form words, but my nod was good enough for her.


"OK good, you're a good boy Eddie" she said with a smile, and a quick hug, as she ushered me to the door.


"From now on Eddie, when Mr Coburn tells you to report to the stables, I want you to go there and then cut through the back and come here, but don't tell anyone you're coming here. I'll leave the back door open" She spoke. We were going to do this again? I thought .


As she opened the door to let me out, she paused.


"Wait" she said, and then reached for her purse and rummaged around. Pulling out a few dollars, she shoved them into my hand.


"Why don't you treat yourself" she said as she handed me the money.


Taking it, I awkwardly placed it in my pocket. Before I could leave she gave me a quick kiss and reminded me that we should keep this as our little secret before she let me go.


Walking back to the fields, I took a detour through the stables so as to compose myself. My body was still fully aroused, my erection straining through my jeans as I felt a slight wetness inside my underwear. I was also feeling ashamed, and violated. I didn't know how I should have handled that, but I do know it was wrong. Was I a coward? Was I...maybe .....a pervert for getting excited? Something about what I had just done felt very dirty and wrong. My head spun as I wrestled with the emotions clouding my head. I knew I couldn't spend forever here as I had to get back to work, so taking a deep breath, I tried to forget what had happened, get the erection to go away and just get through my day.



To be continued.................

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.................

The rest of the day was torture, as I tried to work with my erection straining through my jeans with an uncomfortable sticky wet feeling in my underwear. Another evening of awkwardly avoiding questions from my mother about what work I was doing in the stables. I felt horrible lying to her; she had been the one person I always confided to but this I could not explain. She would be horrified to find out that I was routinely being molested by a woman her age or even older. So I lied to her, praying my deceit and shame would not show on my face.


It was a sleepless night, as I restlessly turned over for what seemed like an eternity before the mercy of sleep took me away from my anguish. When I awoke in the dawn, after a night of troubling dreams I felt sluggish, not wanting to get to work but I had no choice. My mother couldn't bring in enough all by herself to support us.


Like yesterday, the morning dragged on while I waited for the inevitable. Despite my apparent resignation, it still hit me hard when it came. I didn't want to go back there and be alone with her. I didn't want her using me like that.



Knowing the routine, I opened her back door and walked in. She was waiting on her couch, wearing a skirt and blouse with bare feet. she was leaning back seductively with her skirt riding high giving me ample view of her thighs while her blouse was opened enough for me to see plenty of cleavage.



"Eddie" she says with a warm smile as her eyes flash excitedly at me. I brace myself for what lays ahead. I know she wants to do things with my body and doesn't seem to care whether or not I actually want to do those things. It's not that she isn't pretty, it's just that I'm not ready for anything that serious, and certainly not with a woman her age who also happens to be my boss.



" Hi Louise" I respond politely, still feeling awkward addressing a grown woman by her first name.



She stands up, walking towards me, the excitement evident in her eyes as she closes in on me, like a predator closing in on its meal. as soon as she is within reach she reaches out and grabs me, pulling me in close. Planting her lips on my mouth, she starts kissing me passionately while grinding her body up against mine, pinning me to the wall as her hands grope me liberally. It is utterly abusive what she is doing, but the fact is she is a wealthy landowner and I am an "illegal alien" struggling to make a living in poverty. In many ways she does in effect own me which is why she treats me like property that she can do what she wants with.



It doesn't take long for her to have my shirt off, and then moments later her chest is bared also as she pulls herself up against me, her erect nipples brushing against my bare chest as we kiss passionately in her living room. We spend the next twenty minutes or so, fondling each other. I play with her breasts, still tentatively, yet curiously excited at the feel of them. I had never felt a woman's breasts before hers. I had seen pictures in a magazine that one of the other workers left lying around, and had been fascinated by them, but the feel of her soft round breasts in my hands was not what I had expected. When my fingers played with her hard nipples, she gasped and sighed, her hands continuing to grope me as she ground her body against mine.



Grabbing my wrists, she brought my hands to the back of her thighs and the slid them slowly up, until my hands went under her skirt. As my hands went slowly along the backs of her tender thighs, my excitement rose increasingly with each inch of travel over her soft skin until my hands reached her buttocks and to my complete surprise I found she was not wearing any underwear. My body literally shook with excitement as my hands grasped her bare buttocks, while at the same time I had e very nervous feeling that this was going way too far.



"You like that?" she asked rhetorically with a mischievous smile. As wrong as this was, I had to admit that her butt felt pretty good to grab and squeeze while we kissed like lovers. Suddenly she pushed me away, and moved me back towards the couch and made me sit, before crawling on top kneeling over me.



"Now, where was I before our little interruption the other day?" she commented before her hands made their way to my belt. I knew there was no point in resisting, she wasn't going to be deterred, so I just braced myself and accepted it when she undid my belt and started fumbling with it. As she did that with her left hand, her right hand glided over the front of my jeans and grasped my hardened member through my jeans, causing me to gasp from the sensation.



"Shy boy my ass! You're little man there is just dying to be freed!" she commented as she worked my zipper down. I felt my face blushing crimson at her comment. She was right. Despite my discomfort, my body was definitely saying yes.



Once my zipper was fully down, she hooked her thumbs over the waistband of my boxers and pulled my pants down enough for my erection to be released as I felt the fresh air swirling around it. My face blushed awkwardly at the situation. sure I liked girls, and some of my friends had felt a girls breasts over their bra, but this was not innocent exploration between two teens. this was a grown woman in a position of authority taking advantage of a young guy. This was wrong, it was exploitative and humiliating.....yet to my shame my erection was straining like a dog on a leash!



When her cool soft hands touched it, my knees buckled as I gasped at her wonderful touch. She handled it ever so delicately, barely with her finger tips as they glided gently over the shaft while she looked at it with hungry curiosity as my mouth hung open in a silent gasp, while my breathing was both heavy and shaking.



Then with a sudden aggressive movement, she grasped my scrotum, causing me to yelp in fear and shock. Catching my breath I realized she had done it gently enough to avoid harming me, just fast enough to get a reaction.



Smiling naughtily, she ran her thumb tip of her other hand along the underside of my shaft as she fondled my testicles. I tried to control my breathing as the her thumb glided gently over the tip, and stopped at the opening, now dripping with fluid as the swollen member seemed to twitch with my pulse.

"Somebody is getting a little excited" she said with a smile. "Has any girl ever done that to you before Eddie?"


""No" I gasped, trying desperately to control my breathing.


"And you like it?" she posed it as a question, but it was really more of a statement


"I...uh yes I do", I stammered awkwardly


"Now you're not the kind of boy who lets a lady pleasure him without showing her the same courtesy are you Eddie?", she asked almost reproachfully.


I looked at her for a second, at a loss for words


"I want you to touch me the way I'm touching you" she said authoritatively.


Pausing, I realized she wanted me to touch her....down there.


"Do you know where I want you to touch me Eddie?" she asked, as though she honestly believed I didn't know what she meant. I opened my mouth to speak, feeling awkward.


"You want me to touch you down there?" I said.


"Down where Eddie?", she said huskily as she stroked me, making my body tremble with excitement.


"Between your legs" I responded awkwardly, my face glowing crimson as I answered her question.


"And what's between my legs?" She asked, breathing heavily as she molested me. I awkwardly, responded;


"Your....'cough' ..vagina", I said, barely whispering the word vagina


"Oh Eddie, that sounds so formal. It's my pussy" she said erotically "You want to touch my pussy".


I want to touch her pussy? Now she's putting words in my mouth. Ok yes, part of me was thrilled at the prospect of actually touching her there, but I was still agonizing over how wrong this was. What it would do to my poor mother of she saw the landowner who employed us doing this to me.


"You can say that Eddie" she stated as fact, "Come on Eddie, say it"


"Pussy" I muttered very quietly, timid about using such a word on the presence of an adult woman.


"Louder" she commanded sweetly, still fondling me. Clearing my throat, I spoke louder.


"Pussy"


"And what do you want to do with it? She asked sweetly


"Touch it" I replied


"Then ask me nicely...say 'I want to touch your pussy'" . I knew I had no choice in the matter


Unable to make eye contact, I started to speak "I want to.." she cut me off immediately.


"Oh Eddie, look at me when you say it sweetheart. Now say it nice and loud!" Looking at her, trying to control my breath as she masterfully toyed with my erection I cleared my throat, took a deep breath and spoke


" I want to touch your pussy", my face burning as I said it.


She responded with a warm smile;


"Ok Eddie, touch my pussy......go ahead" she said encouragingly.


Awkwardly, my right hand started moving between her legs, my shame battling with my instincts, my instincts clearly winning the battle. As my fingers made contact with her pubic hair, I felt excitement surge through my body, even as I struggled with an urge to leave immediately. As they glided through her pubic hairs, towards the taboo spot between her legs, I felt her heat emanating towards my fingers as I probed further, until I felt the spot where her flesh started to part. Exploring further, I slid my fingers along the most wonderfully soft flesh, as her moisture started to coat my fingers.



She closed her eyes, moving her head back, gasping as my fingers felt along the hot moist crease, sliding back and forth.


"Push it in Eddie" she moaned heatedly.


I started to push my middle finger into her; feeling her flesh part as my digit started sliding inside her body as her flesh relented, allowing me to probe deep inside, feeling her soft wetness around my finger. My head was spinning. My finger was inside her body! Inside her most intimate body part, a place I hadn't expected to actually experience for some time yet.



The feeling was intense, so soft, so taboo, yet at the same time it felt a little dirty to me, to be doing this with her, sticking my finger inside her there.


She immediately pressed her body against mine, her bare breasts pressing against my chest as she stroked my erection. The sensations coursing through my body almost overwhelmed me as I struggled to keep my breathing under control while she manipulated me.



Her hand reached down, and guided my finger to a soft bump near the front of her vagina that I assumed was her clitoris. this assumption was reinforced when her moans increased. She clamped her mouth on mine and started grinding her hips back and forth, making her clitoris grind against my finger as she expertly moved her hand along my hardness, teasing me. Her hands groped my testicles, the slid along the shaft lightly, teasing the tip and then grasping the shaft and stroking it, again and again as I quivered in excitement until I felt a stirring inside me. Knowing what was about to happen, I started to speak.



"Louise, I think I'm going to......" as I tried to pull away from her, but she was having none of that. Maintaining a grip on my erection, she vigorously stroked it as my body started losing the battle to resist, and then suddenly I climaxed. The sensation coursed through me with such intensity that all I could do was tense up and gasp as my fluids spurted uncontrollably over her hands, onto the couch and the floor.



Looking at the mess I had just made, I felt my face burning crimson as she smiled sweetly at me.


"Eddie....only one of us has finished here. You need to get me off to"
Focussing on the task at hand, I continued stroking her, fondling her and probing her as she writhed and moaned heatedly.


"Take your other hand and probe me from behind" she said, grasping my left hand and moving it around behind her ass so I could plunge my fingers into her vagina from behind while the fingers on my right hand stroked her clitoris. Her mouth locked on mine as she ground her body against me, delighting in the pleasure the fingers on both my hands were giving her. Her movements increased in intensity while I pleasured her, two fingers from my left hand plunging repeatedly into her depths, twisting, changing angle and curving inside her. My teasing of her clitoris increased in intensity until her whole body tensed up as she sucked hard on my mouth while quivering, her ecstatic squeal muffled by my mouth as she shuddered in orgasm until her body sagged, relaxing over me as she breathed heavily. A fine glow of sweat covered her skin as she tenderly kissed me.



We stayed there on the couch for at least 15 minutes, just resting against each other. She occasionally kissed me, lightly nibbling on my lips as we both indulged in the relaxed feel we each had post orgasm.


"OK Eddie, it's time for you to get going......same time tomorrow OK" She said.


Nodding, I fully clothed myself and then cleaned up and headed out, my head spinning with emotion as I prepared to try to go through the rest of the day as though I hadn't just fondled a woman as she fondled me.


To be continued.................