Norman Gieriger drove the big red Farmall 560 diesel up the driveway, stopped near the garden gate and shut off the engine. He had left the 5 bottom plow hooked on -- no point unhooking, he would continue with the spring plowing that afternoon. Still sitting high in the tractor seat, he looked around with satisfaction. There was the big barn, the loafing shed and milking parlor where morning and night almost 300 gallons of milk were collected from the 47 cows that were now lactating. There were the hog sheds from where every month they shipped 60 to 70 two hundred pound hogs for slaughter. Winter wheat had resumed growing and was waving in the light spring breeze. The smell of newly plowed rich black dirt was in the air.
When Norman was a boy, the farm had been much smaller -- 130 acres. Buying out less talented and/or childless farmers had increased that to 480 acres -- all rich black prairie soil that clever Yankee speculators in the mid 1800's had sold to unwitting German immigrants. That the church Norman and his family belonged to had played a key role in bringing in those immigrants, he knew only in a fleeting sort of way. For him, like lots of his family, neighbors and fellow church members, a detailed knowledge and understanding of history was a frivolous luxury, perhaps even a dangerous luxury. After all, he knew that educated people tended to harbor Communist ideas.
The two-story house where Norman lived with his wife Gladys was built in the 1920's by his father and grandfather. Beyond it was the single story ranch-type home he'd had built for his son Vernon and daughter-in-law Cora. Vernon had taken over the dairy operation while Norman ran the hog operation. The field work, corn, soybeans and wheat, the two men shared more or less equally.
The farm, his family, the church, yes Norman could be completely content with how his life had worked out. Except for one issue, and so far there had been no solution to that one issue.
When they sat down for lunch, Norman felt that Gladys had something on her mind, something serious and he had a feeling that it would not be a comfortable discussion. At the same time he had a feeling that the ensuing discussion would lead to a resolution of the issue that had been bothering him for years.
After Gladys had cleared the table and brought coffee, she sat down and took a sip of coffee. After a few minutes of silence, "Norm, we need to talk."
"I'm all ears." He had a feeling what the subject would be.
"Cora was here this morning."
He knew what the discussion would be about. He just couldn't bring himself to admit it. "Oh yeah. She's been here a lot lately hasn't she. Something wrong or are you two cooking up a new recipe?"
"Norm, please! Vern and Cora's wedding anniversary last June was their third."
"Boy time flies. Imagine our boy already married three years. That sure was a nice anniversary dinner she made."
"Dancing around the subject won't make the problem go away. And you know very well what the problem is. It's been bugging you long enough."
"Gladys, sometimes women just don't conceive right away and then all of a sudden, bingo!"
"Norm, it's not Cora who can't conceive. Vern has a condition."
Norman's face got red and he stood up. "Gladys, Vernon is not queer! I bet they were doing it before they were supposed to. No, no, our son is not the reason we don't have grandkids from them."
Gladys continued, "Norm, please sit down and hear me out. Of course he's not queer and of course, we don't know - they may have been doing it well before they were supposed to. We did too, remember? That's why we had a February wedding instead of in June."
Norman and Gladys had been engaged for several months when she had missed a period. To avoid the shame of a way-too-soon baby, their wedding was moved up from June to February. There had been whispering among neighbors, friends and family and when Vernon was born in September, they had all counted 8 months back to the wedding, but by then, the sensation of the slightly-too-soon baby wasn't too great. The old saying, 'The first one can come anytime, afterwards it takes nine months', was repeated among the voyeuristic and the jealous, but the Gieriger family had avoided the shame of a bride wearing her apron high.
Norman had fond memories of those tussles in the back seat of his dad's '36 Chevy. They had dated for many months before Gladys had finally let him fondle her breasts - over her clothing. Then things moved a little faster and a few weeks later the top of her dress was down and her bra was unsnapped. What he didn't have fond memories of were the many unsatisfied erections and aching testicles. How many times after dropping Gladys off at her parents' house, had he stopped the Chevy on the way home and gotten out to jack off? However, on the Saturday night when he had first touched the wet crotch of her panty, he didn't have to jack off. When she announced her high point with a whimpering moan and a squeeze of his arm, he had ejaculated in his underpants. On the way home, he'd tossed the underpants. His mother had missed them, but he had stonewalled. In the end a crow had gotten the blame for stealing them off the wash line.
The next weekend, he had gotten his hand inside her panty. Worried that he would have to blame a crow for another pair of lost underpants, he had managed to postpone ejaculating.
Her grabbing his arm brought him out of his reverie. "Norm, are you listening?"
"Oh yeah, sorry. I was just remembering."
"Remembering! What?"
"You know. What we all did in Dad's old Chevy."
"You mean like how we finally did it lying across the back seat with our legs sticking out the door?"
"I wasn't that far yet. Just to when I first got my hand inside your panties."
"Oh Norm, that's so sweet of you to remember. And then you took my hand and put it on you. You were really hard, and big. It did scare me a little. I had no idea what to do so you showed me how to move my hand back and forth on your slacks."
The conversation wasn't going without effect on him. He was already hard and wondered if this might lead to something more. "Yeah Gladys. I remember you were kind of embarrassed, but it was an eager embarrassment."
"You sure weren't embarrassed. I mean the way you pulled down your slacks and underpants and had me touch you bare. I always wondered if that old hanky you gave me to use just happened to be in the car. Was it?"
"No. I planted it. So, guilty as charged!"
Gladys' remembrance of that scene in the car was very clear. Although she had once seen her father's penis when he was peeing in the barn, she had never before seen an erect penis. Norman had been very hard and his exposed glans had been a glistening red.
The memory and the conversation affected Gladys as well. There was a twitchy feeling in her crotch and she felt lightheaded. That her panties might have a damp spot was pretty clear too.
Under the table, Gladys put her hand on the top of Norman's thigh. He lay his hand atop it and moved it up towards his crotch. She took the hint and went further. "You're just as hard now as you were then. Oh Norm!" She extended her head and opened her lips expectantly. They kissed.
Knowing the discussion about Vernon and Cora's childlessness was going to be interrupted, he said and she thought, "Shall we go upstairs?"
She said, "Yes!"
On the way up the stair, Norman was already unhitching his overalls and Gladys had her hands under her dress and her thumbs hooked in the waistband of her panties. In the bedroom, she flopped backwards on the bed, raised her hips and pulled her panties down. By the time she had them clear of her ankles, Norman had dropped his overalls and was getting out of his underpants one leg at a time. The sight of his erect penis with its shining reddish head free of the foreskin made her heart beat faster. She felt hot all over and there was a big tingling from her waist down.
The conversation and touching downstairs was foreplay enough for both. Lying back on the bed, Gladys pulled her dress up to her breasts. Now exposed from her waist down, she spread her legs and raised her knees. Norman was immediately on the bed and lay his throbbing penis on her pussy -- letting the shaft dab at her wet slit.
Although he knew well enough where he needed to go and knew exactly how to get there, he and Gladys had settled on another routine years ago. Gladys delighted in grasping his penis and guiding him in. Once he was more or less halfway in, she took her hand away and let him set the pace. Today he was really worked up and immediately plunged in as far as ever, which was not all the way groin to groin for good reason. Norman's penis was a few inches longer than Gladys' vagina and he had learned early on that he had to limit penetration to avoid hurting her.
Norman was very close to exploding. It wasn't just the touching and teasing downstairs in the kitchen. Perhaps it was the vibrations while driving the big Farmall tractor all morning. Perhaps he'd just had erotic thoughts. At any rate, Gladys had the feeling he wouldn't last long and she was right. After a few minutes of Norman's rapid thrusting, she felt his penis jerk and then she felt his ejaculate shoot against her insides. She closed her eyes, moaned and grasped his ass cheeks. Later when he was back out in the field, she would take a bath and enjoy an even more intense orgasm.
There was a box of tissues beside the bed. Gladys reached for a handful, wiped her own crotch. That was also part of their routine. He was still between her legs, now on his knees, penis hanging, foreskin covering the glans. She wiped his thighs, scrotum and then his penis, finishing off by retracting his foreskin and dabbing the sticky off his glans.
Who would get up first? Norman solved the problem. "I have to go pee."
Gladys was glad he had taken the initiative to break off. She needed to continue the discussion they had started right after lunch before they had had their 'nooner.'
If were not for Gladys, Norman would have avoided continuing the discussion. As much as he was bothered by Vernon and Cora not having produced grandchildren, there were lots of other subjects he would rather be discussing.
"Norm, I didn't say that Vernon and Cora aren't having sex. I know they are. Cora confides in me and has since the first year they were married. Look, they've tried very hard. Different positions. He leaves it in afterwards, sometimes so long that he gets hard and they do it again."
