Farm Life Seduction
Mable is a kind, hardworking 18 year old girl...well...now a woman she likes to think. She looks at herself in the mirror as she readies for the day. Soft, brown curls...pinned back so no goats eat her hair. Tanned skin with freckles. Wide, blue eyes. She looks like her mom, she thinks, though her memory of her is fading.
Girls her age are usually getting married off by now but because her mom passed a long time ago, her Papa doesn't have many bodies to help work the farm. There are a few crop hands but they're only on the farm part time because that's all Papa can afford. She used to dream of getting married and seeing more of the world...but then her mom died in a car accident - those new death trap machines now only associated with fear for Mable. Alternatively, she can ride a horse, but a horse can only take you so far since they also have to carry all your provisions and food. They're going to run out at some point.
So...she lives at home. No dowry to speak of, so not very eligible for the..."right" kind of man, Papa says. But lately, she doesn't mind. She's quite content. They have a pretty vast farm, lots of acreage. 8 horses to train and feed. 10 cattle. 20 goats. 30 sheep. 10 dogs to keep all the livestock in check. And two major fields of crops that alternate throughout the year. Corn, hay, barley. The farm and the animals needed her. And she needed them. And her dad needed her most of all.
She does get some time to herself. She has a decent library in the farmhouse. Her mom made she sure knew how to read and write. And would go to town to get her a new book every weekend ever since Mable was old enough to read. Now, to honor her mother, she bikes into town every Saturday to puruse the markets and find a new book to keep building her library. She usually barters some homemade butter for the book.
It's only Thursday so she has lots of farm chores to do before she can get her next book, but she counts down the days until she can live another life. Maybe she'll pick up a romance this time.
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Joshua is glad that Mable hasn't even mentioned leaving home, or going to college, even though she is a smart and bookish girl who probably would have done well at Oregon State. But Josh knows he needs her around the house and around the farm. She's really not just the woman of the house, but starting to become the manager of the farm, because she knows the books and accounts at this point better than he does. Mable learned a lot of it, of course, from her late Mother Alice, who taught her in the year before her unexpected passing.
Anyway, Mable takes care of figuring out the income and outlays they need to make, managing those so that the farm prospers, rather than falling into ruin. After careful consideration, Mable even encouraged Josh's idea of laying aside a few acres for apple trees. It will take them a while to start bearing fruit, but when they do the rewards might be worth it.
Since she was schooled at home, she'd never even been on a single date. In any case, he didn't think any men were good enough for Mable anyway. But she had turned into a striking woman with a fine figure.
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Finally pinning down all her wild curls, she and checking that her overalls all are buckled up, she heads out to the barn to see her favorite horse.
A 4 year old Quarter Horse stallion named River. He hears her coming from the main house and starts neighing for her. She hears and takes off on a run, too excited for a casual stroll. She brushes him, along with the others, though River did get a lot more snuggles, and lets all the horses out to their respective pastures.
She heads to the cow barn to milk the two mamas for next week's butter and cheese. They both had their babies a month ago, so their milk supply is allowing for lots of milk byproducts.
As she's milking, her dad walks in.
"Morning, Papa! How did you sleep? I've know you've been stressed with new apple acres we set up, the seedlings aren't looking great but I hear the weather will soon take a turn for the better. I plan to head out there after milking to look at them more closely. And Paul will be here tomorrow to take over those fields for the weekend."
She smiles at him and goes on and on about her plans while she tugs on the cow teets. He leans against the doorframe of the old barn, listening.
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He looks at Mable with pride and love. She's so good at doing so many things.
Then, as he watches Mable skillfully milk the cows teets between her fingers, gripping with just the right firmness and gentleness to squeeze out those white streams, he feels a stirring in his loins.
He can't help but remember how his late wife always had on offer after lunch, usually before he got back to work, a quick and skillful massage of his manhood with olive oil, or just as often a skillful sucking, where sometimes she even allowed him to be inside her throat, and release his man milk that way. The missing of her was powerful on multiple levels, but one of the most powerful was sexual, he knew. It was the rightful daily releasing of his powerful lusts, as well as his wife's, especially when he kissed and licked between her legs at night in the way she liked.
Halfway hard, he sighed slightly, and at Mable's curious look said, "I was just thinking of your Mother. She'd be so proud of you, becoming the woman of the house and all."
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That makes her smile. She doesn't remember a lot of her mother so anytime Papa brings her up, it makes her happy. He doesn't always seem happy when he talks of her, but today he does. Very happy actually.
She takes a pause from all her thoughts on the farm to finish milking. Her hands are strong but she's getting tired. She furrows her brows, her tongue extending past her lips, grunting slightly as she gets just a few more squeezes out.
All done and Papa comes over to help grab one of the two big buckets filled with milk and take them to the kitchen.
Once they're in the kitchen, Papa clears his throat, and seems to adjust his jeans.
Mable looks around the kitchen and sees that they are out of soap. Darnit..she curses herself...she takes pride in keeping the house stocked. She runs to the pantry to see if there is any more in the stores...nope.
She'll have to bike to town to grab more before her usual Saturday trip.
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Around an hour and a half later, just when Josh was starting to get worried, he got a call from the hospital ten miles away.
The nurse said, "Mr. Jennings, this is nurse Gloria Chase from. We met through your late wife's tragic...circumstances. First, I want to tell you that your daughter is expected to eventually make a full recovery, but she's been in an accident. She's getting the best care possible, but I'm sure you'll want to come down here right away."
"Oh, dear God!" Josh exclaims, even knowing that's not the right thing to say, especially over the phone, and then adds, "Yes, Gloria...Nurse Chase...I'll be down right way."
Driving his almost new 1948 Ford pick-up carefully, in spite of his emotional upset, he's soon at the hospital, and relieved to see that Mable is conscious. Nurse Chase even invites him into her room, and he's eyes start welling up with tears of both relief and worry.
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Mable is awake but drowsy...propped up in a hospital bed....both her arms in casts...and one leg as well.
Papa rushes to her side, wanting to hold her but too nervous to touch. His mind wild with what could have happen to cause so much pain.
Mable tries to speak but her voice is hoarse...she had had emergency surgery and had been tubed, so her throat was extremely sore.
The doctor then comes in, checking Mable's vitals and explaining to the father what exactly happened.
"As far as we can tell, she was riding her bike, down a somewhat steep trail in the wood by the river when something or someone must've ran past and she either hit them or swerved to avoid them, throwing her bike off the path, then throwing her over the handle bars and down an embankment from pretty high up. She was found in the bed of the river, with two broken arms and a twisted ankle."
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Josh's heart is in this throat as he hears from the doctor about the accident. At least she's alive, and expected to make a full recovery, he says to himself. Beyond a few scratches, she doesn't seem to have any injuries on her face or head, thank goodness.
Josh approaches her bed, and then quitetly sits beside her, gently caressing her hair and head, saying, "Oh, Mable! I love you. Hang in there. I know this feels awful, but...you're expected to make a full recovery, with time."
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Mable stays in the hospital for a couple more days, nurses helping her relieve herself, brush her hair, etc. Papa helping her eat. Papa has assures her that the 3 part time farm hands have everything covered, their rotating responsibilities. River, her favorite horse and all the other animals are well taken care of.
On Sunday, Papa drive her and a nurse back to the farm, to help Mable while she recovers. It pains Mable not be be able to go to the barn to see everyone. Or check the inventory in the house. Or do any of the 1000 things she's in charge of.
She's set up in her bedroom, next to Papa's and the nurse sleeping on a cot next to her bed. They fall into a sort of routine. The nurse helping Mable clean herself, her dad helping her eat and keeping her up to date with the finances, big purchases and writing anything Mable asks of him, though his reading and writing is nowhere near as good as hers.
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After three days in the hospital, and then ten days of home care with a hospital nurse, their medical bills were quickly piling up. They had enough to cover all of them, but their savings were being depleted.
Then the hospital lost three nurses all at once. One retired, another got a better job at another city, and one was fired. Suddenly they were short-staffed in the extreme. Mable's case was considered one where, unless she wanted to check back into the hospital for a few more days, or hire a private nurse somehow (although they'd already told them that none were available) that they would need to make things work somehow on their own, or ask a relative to help out, or something.
But the problem was that Josh's parents had already passed away, and his late wife's parents were in Philadelphia and in poor health themselves.
At least for the next few days they had to make do, although Josh would continue make inquiries for some kind of help, and also see how things went.
As Mable and Josh went over all of this, with him showing her the bills that had already come in, as well as their dwindling checkbook balance, they started facing the facts.
He said in a concerned voice, "Well, darling, I know this will be challenging, and...I don't feel right about it...but for the next few days at least, I'll think I'll need to...help you bathe, and even, go to the restroom, I think. I know that's not right for you. Maybe we should check you into the hospital again while I try to find help that can come to our home? I just don't know.
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"I'm so sorry Papa, this is all my fault. All the savings we had...just...gone and it's all my fault..." she starts crying into her blanket...unable to wipe her tears away as her arms were still motionless in casts.
She'll do anything Papa wants at this point...knowing she's the reason they can't afford anything right now.
"No it's fine, really, I'd really love to be self sufficient again, I mean, just you and me, and I know we can't afford anymore help. We'll do whatever we need to do. There are so many lives depending on us, River and the cows and.... we....we can't spend anymore money on me. It'll be fine...I promise," she gives Papa a sad smile, worried that her accident has put the entire farm in danger.
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Josh gently dabs her face with a clean handkerchief, saying, "Oh sweetie, dry your tears, I'm sorry. But we're brave farmers who can handle almost anything, or at least I hope so. But...since the nurse left some hours ago, and since she didn't get a chance to bathe you yesterday, I...with your permission, my beloved girl, and only with that...I'm going to...undress you...completely now, and help you in the bathroom, and then give you a bath."
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She nods her head, giving him permission. She's already wearing just a night shirt that ties overtop the shoulders, so that they can easily be untied and it fall straight to the floor, for easier in and out while her arms are in casts.
Underneath she has a small strapless bra that can be pulled down as well. She and the nurse tried her going braless for a few days but her breasts were so big..she found she needed the support. Lastly, standard underwear that she'd learned to slip off even without her hands..enough wiggles of her hips and off they came.
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Josh gently helped Mable out of bed to a standing position, and then guided her with her unsteady steps and limp into the bathroom. First he started the water flowing into their large clawfoot tub, and then he turned back to his daughter.
He first caresses her shoulders and her hair a little, trying to make this easier, and then he released the dress and it falls to the floor. He can't help but gasp a little when, even with her brassiere and underwear, he can see what a beautiful body she has.
Without a word, because he can't seem to find any, he starts to try to figure out how to take off her bra, and at first not finding a way, feels her breasts through the brassier, trying to find the trick to it.
After Mable tells him he needs to just pull it down, he slowly does that, but in the process has to feel her breasts as it comes off.
He knew his daughter had generous breasts, but even he is surprised at how generous they are, and how beautiful.
"Well, my little girl is all grown up, and very beautiful," is all he can manage to say, once her breasts are free.
Then he gets down on his knees in front of her, and lowers her underwear, revealing his daughter's beautiful and hairy privates, so like her mother's, which has the unfortunate effect of giving him an erection.
He swallows, and says, "Well, my brave daughter, may I help you balance as you get onto the toilet," and helps her on.
He's unsure whether to stay or leave while she pees, but in the meantime the bath seems like it's getting full enough, and so he can't really leave.
He turns it off, and then says, "Would you like me to wait here, my darling, or leave the room for a little while?"
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"You can wait Papa, thank you," Mable says softly as she sits. With just a little stage fright of having to pee in front of her dad. Which is crazy, he used to change my diapers, she thought. This is no different, just, a lot of time has passed that's all.
"I appreciate all you're doing for me. I know you're my daddy and you're supposed to but...still...this is a lot on you, I know. While I just get to sit here in these casts. I hate asking anyone for help but, from you I don't mind. We've been helping each other out our whole lives," she smiles as she starts to pee.
Papa can hear it hit the water at the bottom of the bowl. The relief on Mable's face as she lets go. She was holding it in for a quite a while when Papa was trying to undress her. She didn't mind him undressing her, actually. The nurse, before she left, clearly didn't like the idea but Mable felt fine. And after actually experiencing Papa undress her, she's confident that just the two of them can handle the post-op home care themselves. She'd never get a nurse who cared more about her than Papa, and it keeps them from having to dip back into savings.
Yes, this will work just fine, she thinks as she looks at Papa. "All done," she confirms.
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Josh seemingly can't stop himself from glancing sometimes between Mable's legs as she pees, seeing her stream come out.
When she's finally done, he says, "Well, I guess I should do what the nurse does too, and wipe you."
Getting down on his knees he gets some toilet paper, and delicately wipes his daughter's pussy, feeling it a little through the thin paper, and then puts the moistened tp in the toilet. From this angle he can see a little of her labia, and even the swell where her clitoris is hiding.
"Okay, sweetie, let's get you in the bath" he says getting up, trying to ignore the large erection in his overalls, and hoping Mable doesn't see it, or at least doesn't mention it, or isn't horrified by it.
But he knows she's a natural farm girl, and she's seen male animals before, including even horses, and so she has some knowledge about the way of things.
Soon, with some struggles, he helps her get safely in the very warm bath.
He says, "Well, Mabel, where would you like me to wash you, or should we say that just being in the warm water is enough?"
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She rests and relaxes into the curves of the tub...the warm water immediately soothing her recuperating muscles. She has to sit on her bottom all day, so being in a different position is heaven. Her two arms are resting on either edge of the tub, and one leg has to be propped on on the edge as well, her twisted ankle. It's a weird position...but it feels so good after sitting so long.
"You have to wash all over, that's what the nurse did. Or else we risk bed sores from not really being able to move in bed all day," she's says, eyes closed and enjoying the feel of warm water all over her body. At least the parts that are submerged.
"Also, there, by the window, there's a cream that I need for my privates. They've been sore since the accident..I didn't tell you before but...the bike seat....umm...well, it needs medication once a day. That has to be applied after the bath."
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"Of course," he says, "Anything for you, sweetie, to help you recover. But if I'm really going to wash you all over, I'm going to get soaking wet, and so I'd better get out of my overalls and shirt at least."
He takes off his overalls, shirt, socks and shoes, and then is just in his white briefs, which he realizes already shows the outlines of his thick and long member, which has only come down an inch or so from the complete erection he had earlier.
Getting a chair from the wall, he puts it right next to the tub, and starts gently washing Mabel as she holds her casts out of the water. He starts with her face and nice, and then, doing what he used to see his wife do, washes under her heavy breasts, and then the tops of her breasts too. He then washes her legs. Again remembering what his wife use to do, he puts one his hands on his daughter's dark-haired privates, and gently washes there for a few seconds.
By now his white underwear is wet, and the clear outlines of Josh's almost eight inch member is so visible that Josh decides to apologize for what's so obvious.
"I know it's wrong, Mabel, and I apologize for being...aroused and excited in a manly way. But, as you know from living on a farm, there are some facts of life, such as that male animals often get excited around females. For human's it's supposed to be different, of course, especially around one's own daughter. But you are a beautiful young woman, and remind me very much of your Mother, who I miss so much. So, I hope you'll forgive and understand, especially since when I help you get out of the bath, probably you'll be feeling against your body sometimes your father's...excited manhood."
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Mable says quiet when Papa washes her breasts, slowly...under...then the tops as they float in the water. She doesnt make a sound when his hand touches her public hair...or when his other hand washes her vagina.
What she is doing is watching his face while he washes her. Loving...adoring...but there's something else in his eyes.
It doesn't take long to guess when she sees his underwear, wet with bath water, and leaving nothing to the imagination of the penis underneath.
Papa explains that it's just his body reacting to a beautiful woman, nature takes is course, as it always will.
She's not shocked and she's not scared. She's not going to demand he not clean her anymore. For now she's going to observe him, as animals would do.
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Mable's quiet reaction, as she studies him, and looks at his barely concealed erection, is disconcerting, and increases his shame. She hasn't said a word.
After drying her off, he dries himself off too, and then gets his clothes back on.
After getting her into bed, he gets the ointment, but first asks, "Are you ready, darling, for me to touch you...between your legs again?"
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She smiles at him and give him permission. She widens her legs so he can see exactly where to put the ointment.
She personally can't see it but the nurse told her her labias are inflammed and her clitoris is in a constant state of arousal. The bike seat apparently did a number on her when she crashed. She was too ashamed to admit...to anyone...that she hadn't been wearing panties that day. When she was close to 14, she discovered she liked how the bike seat felt...rubbing her while she rode. Simple enough to hide under the big skirts she always wore when she went into town.
She watches Papa squeeze out the ointment and reach for her...
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Trying to keep his breathing steady, and not succeeding, Josh gently rubs the clear ointment, which turns out just to be Vaseline, on his daughter's labia, very slowly and steadily rubbing her there, while increasingly his rock-hard penis is throbbing with excitement.
Then he pauses and says, "Mable, because of your medical situation, there's something I need to talk with you about. Because you can't touch yourself with those casts, you can't do the normal things that most people do to get...sexual relief. Your mother, bless her soul, would want me to just say the word orgasm. Do you know what that is, and do you give yourself those sometimes by rubbing yourself? Anyway, I feel like it would be better for your mental and physical health, and your recovery, if...that could still be provided to you. Does any of that make sense to you?"
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As quiet as she was before....the sensation of her labia getting rubbed with vaseline... she lets out a low, animalistic moan that she instantly regrets.
Papa's fingers are still on her when he starts talking about sexual relief. Orgasms. Is that what that was...on the bike seat? She supposes she is a grown woman now, and any grown person has needs. She certainly won't be able to get back on a bike anytime soon and that was the only way she ever had....relief. Perhaps Papa helping in this way would feel just as nice as the bike. Better, even, since she knows he'll be extra careful with her.
"Are you volunteering to do it, Papa?"
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Josh has noticed that the more he gently massages her pussy, the more aroused she seems to be getting, including even moaning softly.
"Yes, sweetie, your Papa is volunteering to help you get some release. What I would do is touch your clitoris in a special way, which is the woman's parallel to a penis. Let me show you as I touch you gently right here."
Joshua very gently lifts Mable's hood, exposing her pink pearl of pleasure.
"See, I would need to get that area wet, and rub it in circles...and maybe even massage a little inside of your vagina to get you to release that you need. This is not usually supposed to happen between a Daddy and his daughter, but because of the special circumstances..."
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Mable watches Papa as he so carefully caresses her most sensitive areas.
Talking her through what release means and feels like, and what parts need to be touched to achieve it.
She's happy to have Papa teach her these things. He's taught her everything about life. Mama taught her everything about reading and writing and math. It makes sense Papa teaches her how to do this. She may have a husband someday that will expect her to know how to please him and she supposed it should be reciprocal.
Her legs tremble when Papa mimics circularly rubbing that little nub right under her vagina flap... the exact spot the bike seat would...shes happy to retire the seat if that means a real person could help her.
"The best and most gentle way to do this is with my mouth and tongue, sweetie," Joshua says, "which is what I used to do for your Mother."
Carefully getting up on the bed, he gently separates her legs, feasting on the sight or Mabel's sex, her hairy mound of pleasure. He starts on her thighs by gently kissing on one side, and then the other, and then he finally gets to her moist and beautiful pussy, which is still drying a little from the bath. Her scent is a delicious mix of cleanliness and the mysterious and delicious scent of womanly arousal.
Signing and slightly moaning with pleasure, he starts tenderly licking and kissing Mabel's labia and mostly hidden clitoris. Then with the fingers of one hand he gently moves up her hood to kiss and gently lick her now exposed pink pearl of pleasure, while at the same time with the other hand he slowly slides his middle finger into Mabel's vagina, and begins massaging her there.
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"Mmmm Papa..thank you," she whimpers as her head leans back on her pillow. She had watched him crawl onto the bed, then gently move her legs apart.
The cool air on her wet middle is a sensation she wasn't used to...the nurse always covered her up before her hair could dry down there. She liked letting it air dry...no wet panties to sit uncomfortably in all day.
The kisses on her thighs felt so nice...the lips that she was used to pecking her on the cheeks and forehead...felt nice on her more intimate skin.
Papa's tongue..at first felt foreign...though...anything alive and wet and moving on her woman parts would feel that way, she assumes. But it was better than the bike, that she knew instantly. The bike was unforgiving...Papa's tongue was...warmth, affection...goodness.
Both his lips and tongue...soothed her in ways she hadn't known before. But Papa said a daughter and daddy shouldn't be doing this, so she tenses, somewhat, thinking she shouldn't like it as much. Lifting her head to look at him, to maybe suggest that she's been healed enough for today...she sees how much he's enjoying this, helping her release what's only natural for a woman to feel. She opens her mouth to speak...
...but then Papa slides his finger into her...and the thoughts of not doing this again...or not enjoying it...are massaged right out of her mind.
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Joshua slowly and steadily increases the intensity and speed of his licking of his daughter's clitoris, and his finger fucking of her tender but strong vagina. He starts to feel the intensity of her pleasure building up within her, and tries to stay sensitive to it, giving her the right amount to push her over the edge and give her a pleasurable release in the midst of her suffering.
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She spreads her legs wider, instinctually, as Papa's efforts on her woman parts are really working. Really working. What took an instant on the bike is taking longer with a tongue, but the building of the feeling is so much better....so much more relaxing.
Her good leg lifts...and her foot rests on Papa's shoulder as she cums... her hips jump off the bed, once, twice, 5 times...then settles down...and a little squeal from her throat is all she will allow herself. She knows deep down she wants more of this...but she's a proper lady, so she can't show how much she enjoys her Papa's method of release. He's just helping her out. the way he helped Mama. A much different help than the nurses, but he's exceptional at that kind of help as well.
"Love you Papa," she smiles at him...through the valley of her breasts...his noise moist, shining.
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Joshua loves it when he feels her release against his face, and her surprisingly strong vaginal muscles squeezing his finger. He also feeling her food on her shoulder as she releases.
He slowly takes his finger away and tongue away, and then gives her a last gentle kiss in the middle of her womanhood.
Seeing her happy face through her spread pussy, and her large breasts, is magical, and a view he never thought he would have.
"I love you so much, Mable! Please let me know anytime, day or night, even if I'm asleep, if you need a release like this."
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Mable was so relaxed, she fell asleep soon after Papa helped her release. He really did know how to relax all her muscles, simply by massaging her core.
She doesn't sleep for long. She's used to sleeping on her stomach, so these past few weeks having to sleep on her back has been challenging. She can only manage short naps before her back starts aching.
Looking at the clock, 3 hours have passed...lifts herself off the bed and sits on the edge, still naked, which she surprsingly enjoys...not having to bother with clothing in her state. Couldn't be nude with the nurse staying here. She sees Papa right outside the house, chopping wood. He's shirtless and she can see every muscle in his back...he works so hard, she thinks.
She's thirsty and tries to reach for her water on the side table. It's a bit too far to reach, so she stands on her one good foot and grabs the cup with her hand...oh yeah...she can't bend either arm. Not yet. She'll need Papa's help to drink.
She hobbles over to the window...back searing in pain...and throat so dry it hurts.
"Papa!" she calls from the window...her breasts and bush visible. He pauses...then turns around...seeing the sun shine along her body. "I need you," she calls to him.
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Joshua sees the alluring sight of his completely nude daughter through the window—and unobserved by Mable's father so their farm hand Johnny, although at much greater distance. As Joshua hurries in to help his daughter, Johnny's eyes go wide, his manhood gets hard, and as if in a trace he walks slowly toward the window with the vision he just can't believe he's seeing.
Meanwhile Josh has gotten into the house, and is helping Mable to drink with a straw first one, and then a second glass of water, and when that happens Johnny is deprived of the erotic sight of the womanly body on this girl he's known for years.
"Oh baby, I'm so sorry I wasn't here sooner to help you," Josh says, adding, "We should probably get you to the bathroom again soon. And tonight, when we sleep, I should sleep with you, so that if you need anything, I can help you."
He eyes her body hungrily, desire overpowering his morals.
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"Thank you Papa," she says between gulps of water.
Totally unaware that the farmhands were here today - she's lost all track of everything since the accident.
"I do have a request. Sleeping on my back is killing me, it hurts a lot. Can you help me lay on my stomach and massage my back please? You did so well relaxing me earlier...my entire back needs attention...i've been laying on it for so long."
"But bathroom first, yes, then massage?"
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Just then they hear a voice in the hall, saying, "Excuse me, Mr. Joshua, Miss Mable?"
It's their 28-year old farm hand Johnny, who lives on the property in a very small house Joshua built for him a few years ago. It's a one-bedroom house of only five hundred square feet, but it does have plumbing and electricity. Because he lives in there rent-free, and they share many of their meals with him, the actual cash money they need to pay him for his hard work is very modest. He was orphaned as a teenager, and Joshua and his late wife took him in, and now he's almost part of the family. He's strictly honest, and a very hard worker, but as far as they know he's never had a girlfriend, just because of his circumstances and because while he's good enough looking, but not particularly handsome. The nearly endless work on the farm, however, had made his body well-muscled.
Johnny goes on from the hall, saying, "I know of course about the unfortunately accident, and I just wanted to say that I'm available, any time of day or night to help out with Mabel's recovery. I can cook a little, and I could look out for her in any way if needed."
Joshua smiles and, looking at the window, realizes that Johnny probably just got the best show of his life a few minutes ago, but somehow because it's Johnny he doesn't mind, and in a perverted way is almost glad he got this unexpected "bonus."
Josh says, "That's mighty considerate of you, Johnny, and...we might well take you up on it. In fact, if you could go in the kitchen and rustle us all up some lunch, you included, we'd be grateful, and we will join you in about an hour, or maybe a bit less. I hope you'll understand that because of Mable's condition she's not always dressed, but...we trust you like family, and as long as that's not a trouble to you, that doesn't trouble us."
"Yes, sir!" Johnny says, adding, "And no trouble at all! None at all, sir!" and then they hear him scurry off to the kitchen.
Joshua in the meantime helps his daughter in the bathroom, and then soon is massaging her beautiful body on the bed.
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Papa helps Mable wipe after peeing, his gentle hands taking more time to wipe...she can feel his finger dip just slightly into her womanhood before finishing up and tossing the toilet paper.
Papa then helps Mable up on the bed again, trying to figure out the best way to lay her arms so that she can rest on her stomach and bend her neck enough that her face isn't buried in pillows.
It takes a few tries but they manage this and Mable lets out a loud moan of gratitude...finally...being able to do just one thing with her body that she used to do pre accident.
Johnny hears the moan...and quiets the work he's doing in the kitchen...hoping to hear more.
Papa takes off his dirty pants and shoes and socks and climbs up on her bed, straddling her upper thighs so he can reach her entire back. He calls for Johnny to bring him the bottle of olive oil from the kitchen.
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Then Joshua realizes that for a massage really olive oil would be much better.
Getting an idea, he calls out to Johnny in the kitchen, "Johnny! Would you please bring us in one of our bottles of olive oil. Mable needs a massage because of her condition."
Then quietly, he says, "Hope you don't mind, Mable, but at this point we need all the help we can get."
Johnny is suddenly at the door with the glass bottle of olive oil, trying to pretend to avert his eyes a little, while staring with wide eyes at Mable lying nude on the bed.
Joshua says quietly and seriously, "It's okay, Johnny. You don't need to avert your eyes. You know we think of you as family, even as we face yet another tragedy. At least Mable will recover, God willing, but it's going to take time and a lot of therapy, and usually it's most comfortable for her to do without many clothes around the house, unless it's really necessary. I might even need to ask you, if you're willing, to help out with Mable...in various ways. She might even need help going to the bathroom. We're looking for professional help, but so far no luck, and so it's just us right now. And this has put us in a financial situation, and so...we might even have to delay your pay for a month or two, but of course you always have room and board with us."
Given permission, Johnny stares at what he can see of Mabel's body, including the sides of her beautiful breasts, her hourglass figure, and her rounded ass. He just wishes he could see more, like he did through the window.
Johnny says, "I understand, Mr. Joshua, and I'm grateful I'm like family to you. No need to worry about any pay. In fact, I've been saving for years, right in the bank most of my checks from you go, and so I could even lend you or give you cash money if you need it. And I'd be...honored to help out Mable any way I can, any way at all!"
"Thank you, Johnny," Josh says with a warm smile, "I'll just massage Mable for a while, and then we'll be out for lunch."
After spreading a generous about of olive oil on his hands, and on her back, Joshua starts to massage Mable throughly, doing her upper back, her sides and what he can touch of her breasts, and her rounded ass.
Spreading her legs, he begins a more intimate massage, slowly sliding his oil drenched finger into Mable's anus, and massaging her there for a while, and then massaging her pussy from behind with his other hand, finally finding her clit underneath, and rubbing it in circles.
He whispers to her, "Darling Mable, would you like me to lick you there again, or is this helping enough?"
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Johnny runs in...eager to get the olive oil to Mr. Joshua...and to see Mable face down on the bed.
She head is turned towards the door so she sees the smile he gives her...also when his eyes travel down her body.
She hummms and closes her eyes as Papa's oil covered hands start working her back muscles. She opens them again to see Johnny still standing near the door, watching. He catches her eye again...he looks immediately to the ceiling and walks back out.
He's always been kind, like a brother to her. His body has grown into a man's body just like hers has grown into a woman's.
Mable shuts her eyes again and fully lets her body go, letting it move in whatever direction Papa is pressing towards. It feels so good, she wishes she could simply turn over so he can massage everything.
His fingers digging into the meat of her ass feels the best....those muscles have felt the worst through this whole process, hands down.
His thumb on her anus makes her groan...heard in the kitchen from Johnny who wonders if Mr. Joshua meant what he said before. About helping Mable the way he is. He'd certainly give as many olive oil massages as she wanted...
His finger just inside her pussy now only about as long as his fingernail...feeling for her clit...Mable's hips start to move on their own...and she starts whispering "yees. yes Papa" as his slow, loving movements, mixed with the slippery oil, make her start to feel release building.
"Yes Papa...your tongue can...finish me off, please."
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Johnny can hear the bed creaking as, he's wondering if Mr. Joshua is rubbing anything besides her back...
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Joshua likes to think of himself as a realist, as someone who can face up to the reality of the way things are, and somehow keep going and make things work.
And the reality is that they need Johnny on their side, helping them, and Josh is guessing that just the sight of his naked daughter once in a while while buy his total devotion, as well as giving him the greatest moments of lust in his deprived life so far. Johnny's had a sad life, and if his daughter's beautiful body can help make it happier, then so be it.
As he gently but firmly helps turn her over, and feasts his eyes on her beautiful, he begins to wonder how long he can hold back from doing more with Mable, if she's still as pliable and willing as she has been so far.
Licking again Mable's luscious pussy, and finger fucking her virgin vagina with his middle finger, he realizes he should have closed the door before starting this, so that Johnny would be at least somewhat shielded from the sounds of pleasure Mable would almost certainly be making soon.
But he just couldn't make himself do it, and lose the momentum he already had with briefly relieving Mable's clearly strong sex drive. Like her mother, Mable seems to need at least a couple of orgasms a day.
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Papa flips her over carefully making sure her arms are supported and that she lands on her good leg before laying her down completely. She lifts her leg and places it over Papa's shoulder...find that the most comfortable position when Papa needs to use his tongue.
She had dreamt of his tongue earlier when she was napping. And now...with Johnny in the house...she may dream about his tongue come bedtime... Maybe just kissing with mouths at first. Her tongue longed to taste someone as well.
Papa circled the tip of his tongue around her clit, which has been throbbing all day. With her back muscles feeling better, she arches into his mouth, knowing she needs more of his tongue on her for release. Papa flattens his tongue against your throbbing bud and labias and sucks a little...."mmmm thats nice Papa" she moans. "That ....feels .....good" she groans between deep breaths."
Johnny, whos almost wrapping up lunch, hears what sounds like pleasure coming from Mable's bed room and only hesitates for a minute before needing to satisfy his curiousity. He slowly tiptoes to her door, hiding his body for view.
Once his eye is clear of the doorframe he see's Mable leg wrapped around Mr. Joshua's face...and Mr. Joshua feasting between her legs like one would their spouse.
Well....if that's the kind of help Mr. Joshua is asking of him...he'd be happy to oblige.
He strokes himself as he watches Mable cum.
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Joshua enjoys how Mable is getting quickly comfortable receiving relief and love from her father with his mouth and fingers.
Just as she's reaching her release, out of the corners of he eyes, Josh sees Johnny, stroking his manhood through his overalls.
Joshua thinks, "Well, I wonder if this is the greatest moment of his life so far? Probably."
Johnny leaves soon after, and Josh then decides that they should at least put a Mable's thin nightgown on when they go to lunch, even if they skip the bra and underwear.
Hobbling out there a few minutes later, they see the table nicely set with bowls of a stew that Josh had made a couple of days ago, bread, water, butter, and a smell coming from the kitchen that seemed uncertain.
Johnny said, "I found the last two of Mable's little pies in your freezer, and I put them in the oven just as she told me how to do. By the time we're done with lunch they might be warm enough."
And so they sat down for lunch.
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"Thank you Johnny," Mable exclaims, and reaches up on her good foot to kiss his cheek, as she always had. This time though, she's off balance and fall against him. He grabs her by the waist to steady her, the grabbing motion making her a strap on her thin night gown fall off her shoulder...but he catches it and places it back where it belongs before she's exposed.
"Thank you again," she giggles and sits in her designated chair, Papa in his, and Johnny where Mama used to sit.
They sit in comfortable silence, tasting everything Johnny has made. Papa is spoon feeding Mable the stew as carefully as he can. Johnny volunteering to feed her chunks of buttered bread. Both men wait eagerly for their turn to feed her...for the chance for her lips to touch their fingers. Or to dab the corners of her mouth clean a napkin.
"Everything's so delicious Johnny, I didn't know you were this good of a cook."
"Yeah, well, I mostly just cook for myself, but happy to make bigger batches from now on and eat with you both whenever you need me."
"You can just eat here with us every day, not just when we need you, Johnny," Mr. Joshua offers.
"Thank you sir," and glancing over to Mable..."I'd like that."
They go back to eating, all of them smiling at each other between bites.
Papa reaches out to give Mable a big bite of stew when a a cow pops their head in the window, scaring them all. Stew drops all down Mable's gown. The stew isnt hot enough now to burn her but Papa rushes to strip her of the garment as quickly as possible.