Driving down this old red dirt road I'm tired just coming home from working on the Griffith farm. I've been working Mrs. Griffith's farm since 6 am, it's a hot summer day in August of 1969.
Let me introduce myself, name is Curtis, I'm 19 years old and graduated high school at 17 while working on my parent's farm and every other day I've been working at the Griffith farm since Mr. Griffith was killed in a farming accident.
Farming is a hard labor and very dangerous career, I can see why so many young people drift away from the family farms as soon as they get out of school and the Griffith's had one son and one daughter but they left right after graduating.
How I started working at Mrs. Griffith's or Michelle as she wants to be called now is from bartering.
Bartering is a way people in our area has traded for other things we need. It's something that has been done for ages and at the time my dad was needing a new bull for our herd and Michelle has some of the best Angus breeding stock in the state.
My dad Roger is a drunk and that's putting it kindly. He's lazy and mean when he drinks, not so much to me because of my size.
Dad is only mean towards my mom, he is a coward.
Now let me introduce you to my mom, Carla. Mom is a beautiful woman. Mom was married at a very young age of 16, seems after the first time with the old man she was with child, yes me.
Mom is 5ft 5 inches tall and about 110 pounds at the most, beautiful blue eyes and a button nose with long blond hair that goes down to her hips.
And speaking about her hips, mom has a cute and sexy pear shaped ass that drives men crazy with her walk, she just never gets to show it with the clothes the old man made her wear.
I'm 6 ft 2 inches tall and about 200 pounds and solid as a rock from all the heavy work I've been doing since I was 12. Anyway getting back to the story, my dad made the deal with Mrs. Griffith that I'd work every other day on her farm to help since she had no one but a couple older men in their 70's with the loss of her husband.
Michelle was 51 years old and 5 ft 10, 150 pounds. A tall plump body with large breast and blond hair with a touch of gray. As I said earlier, dad bartered my labor for a young prize breeding bull and I work for Michelle 3 days a week from 6 am to 6 pm.
Every morning Mrs. Griffith has breakfast on the table for everyone and brings us a sandwich and tea for lunch.
For the first few months it was very hard work and I was getting the layout of her farm. It was a very large farm with over 3,000 acres and a few hundred head of calves born each year. Mr. Griffith was a fairly wealthy man and left his family a comfortable life, Michelle could have sold out but she had told me the farm was originally her dream not his.
Going into about the 7th month, the bull was paid off and dad was trying to barter with Michelle on something else for my labor but since I had just turned 18 this month she told him any future work I did on her farm was between her and myself so we agreed on a price and now I'm a part time paid employee of the Griffith farm.
One week about in my 8th month there, as I remember it was the middle of the week and it had been raining all week. The other hands were in the bunkhouse and I was in the large barn stacking hay and straightening up when Michelle came in and told me I was working to hard and she handed me a glass of tea.
I noticed a big smile on her face when she told me she appreciated how much I had been helping her. "Ma'am, it's what you pay me for and I was always taught to give more than I receive."
I had taken off my tee shirt and was sitting on a bale of hay when Mrs. Griffith said.
"Well I have always been told to show my gratitude and I came in here to show my appreciation and give you a reward."
Michelle turns toward the door to the barn and looks out both directions and then closes and locks the door, walks toward me sitting on the hay bale and slips down between my extended legs.
With her long fingers she unbuttons my jeans and as I raise up she slides them and my boxers down my legs.
Looking into my eyes, I nearly cum as she takes the head of my cock between her red lips and gives me my first blowjob, 10 minutes later I get hard again as I watch Michelle slowly strip.
Knowing I was about to receive my first piece of pussy my cock throbbed and the precum was oozing out the end of it.
"My you're a big boy Curtis."
"Yes ma'am, I'm 6 ft 2 inches."
"No baby, I meant you have a very big cock."
I was aware that I was larger than the guys in gym class every time we showered they joked and laughed and called me horse boy, I never measured it but would find out that I was packing a thick 10 inches one day when Mrs. Griffith measured it.
Well back to that rainy day in the barn with 5 hours left to the end of my work day Michelle and I fucked 4 times, 3 in the barn and the last time in her bed.
That was an amazing day in the life of a poor old farm boy and just for the record, I was always eager to go to work now and was never late.
For nearly the whole first year I walked to the Griffith farm and back home. Mom would have me a supper plate waiting for me in the oven every evening and a kiss on my cheek before I went up to take a bath.
Every evening going to take my bath as I walked by my dad slouching in his chair watching his black and white tv he would say to me.
"Curtis why are so late getting home, you better get your sorry ass to bed. You know you have a lot of work piling up around here that didn't get done today."
"Dad, I'm late because you're usually to drunk to pick me up and the reason we have work piling up is because someone sits around drinking moonshine and his lazy ass doing nothing all day."
"Don't sass me boy, you don't want me to get out this chair and on your ass."
"I'd love to see that old man, you getting your drunk ass up and walk over here just to be slapped back into that chair."
Mumbling dad just started watching tv again and I went to take a hot bath but as I filled the tub I noticed there were no towels so I hollered at mom if she would bring me a towel.
I expected mom to just drop it inside the door but she opens the door and walks in just as I was climbing into the old tub.
Mom's face turned bright red as she watched me get in the tub.
"Oh wow son, you're going to make some girl happy some day."
Mom giggled then closed the door as she stepped out of the bathroom.
Winter was coming on and things were slowing down, I asked Michelle if she wanted me to work less days and she said absolutely not, seems she had work on equipment that needed to be done and she said also she needed me there every other day to give her what only her new man can.
One day Michelle walks me towards a garage on the side of the house. she wanted to show me something.
Opening the door I seen a beautiful red and white 64 Chevy pickup. "Curtis, this is my husbands old truck, it's been in here since his death and hasn't been cranked in a long time. Can you fix it honey?"
"I believe so Michelle."
The truck had been stored in this garage for a couple years so a battery charge and oil change was needed, some fresh fuel and starting fluid and it fired right up.
I pulled the truck out in front of the house and Michelle came running out.
