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Ronald loved the farm. As a city boy, living in a high rise with his mom and sisters, holidays at gran's place in the country were magical. It was like his very own personal theme park.
It was a proper working farm. Hundreds of acres of paddocks with outhouses and machinery, horses and cattle and sheep and workers doing their work including his grandmother. She worked in the big house.
The house was more like a mansion than a house, with miles of corridors and dozens and dozens of empty rooms for a young man to explore. It was so big that their pokey little flat in the city would easily have fitted into a small section of the east wing. There were two enormous sprawling levels. It was big enough for a small army.
The Blackmore family had been living there for hundreds of years but there was only one left now. Mortimer Blackmore was a reclusive man. In all the years his family had stayed in that house Ronald had never seen him, not once. Gran didn't talk about him much except to say he had business concerns overseas, so he was often not there.
Elusive he may have been, but he was generous. He allowed Ronald's family to stay whenever they wanted so he couldn't have been all bad. They'd been spending Christmas and New Year with nan for as long as the boy could remember.
Ronald and his family stayed under Mr Blackmore's roof in the servants' wing. He had his own room and so did his mother. His stupid sisters shared even though they could easily have had rooms of their own. The family had their own kitchen and bathrooms as well. It was like a hotel.
It was just fine with Ronald. The twelve-week school holiday was just barely long enough for the boy and he didn't care if his sisters got bored. They just couldn't see how good it was.
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THE SECRET HIDING PLACE
He found the abandoned office in the barn when he was twelve.
Climbing around in the rafters of the historic old building he came across the little room up above the hay bale stack. Back in the day hay must have just about filled the whole barn and would have been stacked up almost to the ceiling but these days there was hardly any need for fodder. The barn was used mostly to park machinery, tractors and trucks and the big combine harvester.
A hundred years ago there had probably been stairs up to it but they had been removed. The only way up to his new hideout now was a rickety old ladder that was nailed to the wall of the barn.
His little hideout was perfect. It was full of pigeon poop and cobwebs so he knew nobody had been there for ages... years... maybe decades. It had a proper door that closed and glass louvre windows across the back wall. There was furniture as well - a big old timber desk and an old-fashioned wooden office chair that swivelled.
It immediately became Ronald's base of operations. For the next several years it became the offices of Julius Marlow, Private Eye. They were also the bridge of Captain Blood's pirate ship, a smugglers hideout and a spaceship en route to Alpha-century.
But boys grow up. By the time he turned eighteen, it became the best possible place to jerk off. His big pile of comic books was pushed aside and replaced with back issues of Harpers Bazaar and Cosmopolitan and his most prized possession - a big glossy porn mag called Busty Mature Babes.
So Ronald discovered the joys of masturbation. His adventurous sojourns around the farm turned into hours and hours of edging his magnificent huge cock. He would strip off all his clothes, lay the thick glossy porno on the desk and jerk off with two hands, staring at the pictorial stories and imagining the things he would like to do to those big busty women.
He was always careful to spray his seed well away from the glossy pages. There were already several spreads irretrievably stuck together when he found it in the pump shed where some cowboy had left it. He wasn't going to make that mistake.
One day he was looking at the one with the big-breasted, fat assed old woman who was stripping off to have a bath. This has always been a particular favourite.
His hand started moving up and down the shaft of his huge cock, enjoying that wonderful preliminary tingle.
Ronald was not a big boy by any means. That is to say, he was not tall. His mom said he still had some serious growing to do, up and out and assured her son that his father had been small and slight at his age as well.
Ronald had appreciated her kindness but his mom didn't know that his cock was disproportionately large. Any feeling of inadequacy the little fellow felt immediately vanished when he considered his massive dong standing up so hard and proud - like a baby's arm... with the hand held in a fist!
He flicked the page to where the old lady was lying in the tub submerged in bubbles. The woman's huge tits floated on top as did her big round belly and thighs.
For the first time he noticed she had big stacked up piles of white hair tied up in a bun just like gran wore it... and it was silver-grey just like grandma's...
With a gasp of shock, he realized why he liked these pages so much. His grandmother was older but there were so many similarities...
He studied the model's features closely. She had the same round face and rosy cheeks. Her saggy neck and the laugh lines around her eyes and mouth were just like his gran.
And her body as well...
He flicked the page to where the model had stepped out of the bath and was drying herself, wiping the bubbles off her huge balloon-shaped boobs with a big fluffy white towel.
"Ohhh gran..." he murmured imagining the voluptuous body superimposed on his grandmother.
Just thinking about it being her almost made him blow his load.
The old plump woman had her back to the camera with one delicate foot up on the edge of the tub. She was wiping bubbles off her shin, bending over so her magnificent big ass was spread and he could see the curly gray pubic hair around her big gaping pussy and her dark mysterious asshole. Her big thick legs and large protruding bum were just like his grandma.
"Oh fuck gran, oh fuck gran..." he groaned pounding his meat. He could feel himself about to cum, fucking his gran...
Flick the page again to the voluptuous old model pinching a big hard nipple and rubbing her pussy...
"OOoo gran... ohhhh fuck gran... I'm F... FUCKING YOUUU...
Cum squirted out of his cock for the fourth time that morning, cum gushing out from that inexhaustible reservoir that young men seem to have. Great big white ropes of the stuff jetted out like a firehouse. For the first time, he broke his cardinal rule and directed it all over the women's picture.
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