Part 1
Matt was content and finally on the road in his new luxury RV. The miles passed by as he headed north on I-35 through Iowa. He took in the vast fields of corn and other crops and the sight brought back fond memories of his youth.
He was 37 and it'd been 32 years since he'd been "back home" where the majority of his relatives lived. Hell, he didn't remember them much and most he'd never even met.
"Back home" was northern central Iowa, very near the Minnesota border. His parent's families had been farmers for generations but his father had taken the family west and never looked back.
Matt was on a mission. His father had moved the family to California when the company he worked for transferred them and life and finances never allowed him to make it back. His father was an only child and his mother had two brothers and two sisters. He was most attached to his mom's side of the family managing to keep in touch with most of his aunts and uncles, not so much with cousins and such. Matt's mother Joyce had four siblings, two brothers and two sisters. His uncle Earl had married Rebecca (55), uncle Ralph had married Vicki (47), Aunt Yvonne (55) married Norman, and Aunt Sheila (52) married Herman. Earl, Norman, and Herman had all passed away over the last few years.
How he got in this coach headed north requires a little back story.
As fortune and fate would have it, lightening struck him about 2 years ago.
Lightening in the form of the California State Lottery, and not one of those little jackpots. After making a lot of very smart financial and personal decisions, his lawyer accepted an after tax check for $27,575,329.00. It was a windfall he'd fantasized of for years. He quit his job as a pharmacist and wanted to travel the world.
Unfortunately the good fortune also brought out the bitch in his wife. Less than a year after winning she walked out of a marriage of 17 years. The story why can be summed as money mania. She wanted to spend spend spend and Matt wanted to buy a few extravagant things and live comfortably for the rest of his life traveling with no set "home".
Thanks to California, his bank account was halved as a result.
When it was all settled he was happy. There weren't children so he had no ties to stay in California. He sold or gave away everything. After searching out the best luxury coach fabricator and sitting down with their design team, he ordered one. It took a 8 months and $1.2 million to build.
He had spent the time waiting for it to be built traveling overseas and getting in shape because he didn't want to die young now that he was set for life. Standing 5 ft 11 in, 185 lbs, black hair just beginning to show some gray, he was in the best shape of his life.
It was June and his 45 foot home on wheels was complete. Looking over the rig on final delivery he was very pleased. She was beautiful. Indoor and outdoor entertainment centers, slide out cooking area, full home water pressure, air compressor, water and power in solar/generator to support 3 weeks plus off grid capability, washer, dryer, 4 slide outs, polished mahogany throughout, Italian marble heated floors, full frig, walk in shower with more Italian marble, full built in wireless high speed internet with his own server, an infra red security system with cameras every where... when fully set up he had a 980 sq.ft. mobile mansion with a trailer for his new gleaming white Audi A700.
Now Matt was driving "back home" to re-establish family ties and get to know a few relatives he had been Facebook friends with but had never met. He'd been careful to make sure no one knew about his luck, they knew only that he'd gotten divorced and was visiting. His first planned visit was on a family farmstead of his late uncle's.
He timed his arrival at the farm to noon. His first stop was with the wife of his mom's brother, Rebecca, a couple that he had spent several summers with. Her husband Earl passed away a few years earlier and that caused Matt to realize just how long he'd been gone. He hadn't been back for more than a month total over three decades. He had rekindled the relationship with Rebecca over the telephone, they had always been close when was younger. They had always been his favorites. Rebecca was very very pretty.
As he drove up the long lane to the house the memories flooded back. Two story house was the same, there was the lake, and fields of corn as far as the eye could see.
He rolled up to a stop as Aunt Rebecca came out the front door. Rebecca was of Irish descent and boy did the red hair and pale complexion show it. She was very traditional in her outlook on life. She had three grown children and looked every bit a farm Mom.
She was well built but to Matt that didn't mean super model. That meant woman, full figured and if that meant a few extra pounds, fine. From the driver's seat he watched her for a moment. Rebecca had a sensuousness about her walk, the way her dress moved as she moved, those flat shoes she wore. Matt felt his cock twitch a bit and he scolded himself.
He parked, opened the main door and stepped out. Rebecca trotted the last few steps to him, kissed him on the cheek and took him in a very tight warm breast crushing embrace to his chest.
The family was a hugging family and he'd always liked the physicality of it so he held the embrace longingly. Matt noted that she did not hold her hips back away from him like many people did. She pressed against him firmly and sighed deeply.
"You look wonderful!" Rebecca said.
Matt was impressed as well. Farm life wasn't easy but Rebecca had suffered it well. She was fit and trim and remained very pretty in a plain simple woman sort of way. Matt had always found her attractive, even arousing. They walked hand in hand into the house.
"You haven't changed a bit and the place looks great." he said.
Rebecca took him into the living room and then went to get some homemade lemon aide. He looked around at the old pictures. Other than new pictures here and there nothing had changed. It was still immaculately kept. Rebecca was a clean freak.
They spent the rest of the day catching up on the years that had rolled by. She sat across from him and he assessed her from the head down... still slightly curly red hair in her signature French braid, hair likely dyed now at her age of 55, green eyes, freckles on her cheeks which went down her neck and disappeared in cleavage, smiling eyes, high cheek bones, thin nose, thin lips, thin gold chain with a gold cross around her neck, very pretty blue and white calf length day dress, heavy and full breasts, a bit of a belly, the wide hips of a mother, very nice calves that he could see... yup, unshaved, and black flat shoes, no socks.
She kept her hands on her knees most of the time but when she emphasized something or moved a bit she gushed sensuousness.
Part of the time they sat next to each other talking, laughing, hugging, and looking at pictures as he filled in the genealogy database he had on his tablet. Rebecca sat close to him, her hips touching his as they leaned over looking at picture albums. She was almost giddy.
"God she smells great" he thought to him self as he stole a glance at her freckled neck and cleavage.
They talked for hours and he learned her financial situation was not the best. Earl had left a lot of debt to be paid and his life insurance didn't cover it. The lease of their farm land to a coop was allowing her to make ends meet, but only just.
Matt offered to help but she firmly refused.
Rebecca wouldn't hear of him staying in a "camper."
Matt smiled and held out his hand to her. She took his hand and he held it as they walked to the coach. He opened the door and motioned for her to step in.
They climbed in and she put her hand to her mouth saying, "Oh, my word, Matt!"
Matt sat down in the drivers seat and said, "Please, sit down, it gets better" and gestured to the seat next to him. With one press of a button the coach began to transform. The levelers went down followed by all 4 slide outs moving out.
He gave her a tour and her mouth was open the entire time. This was far beyond anything she had imagined.
But, as nice as this was Rebecca insisted he use one of the 5 bedrooms she had in the large farm house. She showed him to his room which was down the hall from hers and next to the small room he had used as a child. The furniture was utilitarian, like most of her home. No frills, just comfortable and what you need to get by in life. A nice queen size bed, bed stands, chest of drawers and a chair. None of the bedrooms had an attached bathroom and bath, it was just too old for that.
It was nearing midnight when Rebecca announced it was time for bed. Rising to leave she paused at the door saying, "I set a towel out for you to use when you take a shower."
"When you take a shower...," she was still the same Rebecca, there few choices given.
"I'll take one after you" he said.
"No sweety, you go right ahead" she said and then kissed him lightly on the lips, squeezed his hand and walked out adding, "let me know when you're done."
Matt watched her walk down the hall and into her bedroom. Her hips swayed, dress moving, again he noted the effect she had on him. Even walking away she looked nice. Bare unshaved legs and flat shoes aside. She was a redhead so her hair wasn't particularly visible on her legs. It was typically Rebecca to assume you showered daily and had set towels out because you were expected to shower.
Matt didn't have a robe and normally wore pajama shorts at night having never liked to be either naked or just in underwear. He padded to the bathroom and glanced in the direction of the open door to Rebecca's room.
Her bed was opposite the door, a queen on an old four post frame. There were two bed tables, one on each side with a lamp on each, a large old style floor mirror, a dressing table and a big soft chair. It looked the same as he remembered it.
He walked into the bathroom. The large sink was to the left with the toilet next to it. Opposite the toilet was the huge old style cast iron tub and next to that was a shower which, if memory served him right, used to be a closet. He was pleasantly surprised to see the shower was decent size, modern, and had a clear sliding glass door.
He shaved and showered, got out, dried off, and looked at himself in the mirror before putting on his pajama shorts. Frowning at the gray beginning to show in his hair he was other wise very satisfied with himself physically at this stage of life.
Stepping into the hall he knocked on Rebecca's door and said, "I'm out now" and walked to his room. He turned just in time to see Rebecca walk into the bathroom wearing her night gown.
She'd be completely naked underneath, that was her way. He watched her walk barefoot into the bathroom. "Just something about..." he began to think and then smiled to himself.
Over the next few days he slowly and methodically flirted with her. When doing something together he'd make it a point to touch her in some way. A hand on the elbow, touch her leg when they sat next to each other, making sure she got comfortable with his touch. He'd stop working to watch her.
She'd stop and say, "What are you looking at?"
To which he'd always reply, "My hot Aunt." He'd add a compliment on something specific such as her shape, her complexion, her dress, and then go back to work. She didn't look her age and he made sure she knew it. He'd be sure to interject how nice she looked every chance where it was appropriate and not too weird.
She had also always kissed him on the lips. He decided that each time he did something she'd asked for he'd pucker up. It was a little joke at first... she'd smile and give him a peck on the lips. After the first day he started touching her when she kissed him, on the hips, upper arm, taking her hand.
