CHAPTER 1
For the three years Aiken Farm operated as a refuge for homeless women, although never holding itself out in that role simply because Ryan Aiken, an attorney, never intended to operate like that.
At its peak in that role during those first two years under Ryan's ownership, the farm of twelve lowly productive acres was home for Ryan, two young Angus steers, two retired horses, two pigs, a one-eyed dog called Mollie, a hen house of six fowl and a duck that pretended to be a hen, two wild turkey and three homeless women who between them had four children.
Ryan had been raised on the ranch. When his recently widowed mom decided to sell and move west to live nearer her two sisters he decided to rearrange his life, the timing being perfect. He agreed to the divorce his wife Julie who'd been pestering him for two months to end their marriage because she wished to marry her lover whose sudden existence came as a complete shock to easy-going Ryan.
The much admired home Ryan and Julie had designed and had built five years earlier was purchased by the Realtor who commenced private sale negotiations as soon as her salesperson arrived back at the office with the listing.
The divorce settlement left Ryan with more than enough liquidity to buy Ryan Farm from his mom at market price with the undertaking he'd allow the steers, horses, pigs, poultry, duck, doc and turkey live out their lives naturally on the land.
Rather naively Ryan assumed the animals would die off quickly because he knew as much about farming as his mom knew how to cook although she could do eggs. He didn't know much about cooking either and with his severed wife Julie off fucking legless her boyfriend, the city's unmarried funeral director, and driving around proudly in her new black Mercedes, Ryan advertised for a housekeeper and stated applications from abandoned mothers would be considered.
Ryan received fifteen applicants and gave the live-in job to an abandoned mother who was in dire straights. It may have been assumed by those close to him and also by the woman that her distressed situation won the day for her. Actually it was because she was good looking and had the most appealing breasts of the applicants. Wisely Ryan did not disclose his selection procedure to anyone, not wishing to be judged a sexist employer. He was aware that without Julie he was becoming very horny,
On Saturday Maggie Lynch arrived with five-month old Judd and after settling in asked Ryan is he would be embarrassed if he saw her breast-feeding Judd whom she said was taking well to solids.
"Solids what?"
"Special baby foods."
"Oh."
Maggie smiled and said, "You didn't answer my question about seeing me with a breast exposed?"
"Oh that, not a problem. I was married you know. You can go topless for all I care providing you are alone in the house."
"Oh thanks. What about nude, say between my bedroom and the bathroom?"
"No problem."
"What about when you are in residence?"
Ryan steadied himself not wishing to say he couldn't was to get a big eyeful of her upper structure. Something told him to reply aggressively.
"Are you trying to get me hard?"
Poor Maggie. She didn't know which way to turn and so she confessed. She said it had been in her mind to work up to that slowly but knew first she had to ascertain his attitude.
"My attitude toward what?"
Maggie stalled and said she was a little frightened to say, what with Ryan being an attorney and all that.
"All what?"
Maggie dabbed at her brow. "You could use your knowledge of the law to take Judd away from me in having the authorities declare me an unsuitable to raise Judd."
"Why would I do that when I know you're Judd's caring mother? Look, you walk around me half nude or fully nude if you want to do that and it will be just dandy. I think you have a fine body."
That encouraging comment sent Maggie's confidence soaring. "You only think I have a fine body? To remove any doubt I'll strip for you right now."
"Maggie don't act sluttish. Allow it to happen naturally and don't rush it. Let us both enjoy the expectation that it's likely to happen."
"God Ryan. You are the most exciting man I've ever known. No man has ever told me he's excited about seeing me expose my body."
Ryan said he doubted if he would be alone with such an expectation but it was kind to hear her being flattering.
Maggie looked startled and said she was unaware that men liked to be flattered.
The 37-year old attorney who specialized in business law sighed and said kindly, "Dear Maggie, I do believe I must teach you about the ways of men. Your innocence in allowing John Arnold to sleep with you frequently with the promise he'd divorce his wife and mother of four to marry you if you demonstrated you were great in bed and really loved him is one of the oldest deceptions in the book."
"What book is that?" asked Maggie who'd left school the day she turned eighteen and that was only sixteen months ago.
Ryan was working in his home office that evening when Maggie called that Judd was happily asleep.
"I've decided I can't wait."
"Can't wait for what?" Ryan asked, stretching as he turned and rubbing tired eyes. Those eyes popped right open then saw Maggie not wearing a stitch, hands behind her back demurely, head high proudly as if knowing Ryan was seeing the most perfect pair of tits of his life.
"Christ Maggie, you're top shelf."
"Are you hard?"
"Getting that way," he confessed.
Maggie darted forward, dropped to her knees in the manner that women excel at and unzipped her patron while licking her mouth wet.
Wearing a beautiful smile, Ryan settled back on the swivel chair, hands clasped behind his head. He half-expected to fire as he watched saliva drip from Maggie's healthy pink tongue as it traveled up the shaft from his hairy balls.
"I must shave you and do it as regularly as you wish," Maggie smiled, pulling a curly hair from between her teeth.
Ryan's balls rumbled as he watched that erotic action but he manfully averted firing by thinking of a red-hot poker being pushed into his rectum by the insanely jealous John Arnold, father of Judd and proprietor of four of Crest City's florist stores.
Ten minutes later he wiped Maggie's mouth and kissed her before sliding his still dripping shaft between her magnificent tits with Maggie gurgling happily she couldn't wait to get him inside her.
"Patient Maggie, you're jumping ahead too fast. Just concentrate on what your guy is doing to you and talk sweetly to him about how well you believe he's doing and what you are feeling."
"What a guy is interested in what a women thinks? You have to be kidding me."
"Maggie dear, a guy knows he has only a limited number of shots available to him each sex session and is interested in knowing that his effort to be primed to blast off semen is being encouraged and appreciated. Remember any man determines his vulnerability by the amount and frequency of significant shots he can deposit in his women's mouth, pussy or butt or anywhere else on her body.
"Omigod, you said butt. I was hoping you did butt."
Ryan gently worked a finger into Maggie's butt to indicate no part of her would be neglected.
"Oh damn, I better go and attend to dinner as soon as you fire from between my breasts into my mouth."
Feeling his balls tighten Ryan panted, "Fuck going off to cook Maggie. I'll make us scrambled eggs later."
Three hours later they staggered off to their respective beds, Ryan having set the rule they were not to have sex in their bedrooms to maintain some sense of proprietary.
