Dad's Friend Opens Up Her Heart, Her Home and Her Legs - Sex Stories

Dad's Friend Opens Up Her Heart, Her Home and Her Legs

... day I got a phone call. It was Shelly. I don't know how she got my number or how she heard about my situation, but she offered to have me live at a farm she owned. She would give me room, board and give me spending money if I would take care of the horses, yard work and clean the house. It sounded like a good deal. I told her yes. Later that evening Shelly came to pick me up. While I was in the Army I really got into shape. I lost about 60 pounds and really toned up my physique. I went from a XXL to a medium and I wore tighter clothes to show off my body. I had ditched the glasses and switched to contacts and was no longer a virgin. When Shelly came in the house I had all my belongings packed up by the door. I heard her call for me. "Zach, it's Shelly, I'm here to pick you up," she called out. I started to make my way down stairs. I had my uniform pants on and a white t-shirt tucked into them. As I got half way down the stairs I saw her, and man, were the years kind to her. I lucked out. She was wearing a low cut Harley Davidson Shirt and a bra that made her big tits just pop out. She looked up at me, looked back at my dad, and like out of a movie double-take back to me. "Holy shit, you look good. What the hell happened to you?" she asked. "I had to get in shape to keep you safe back at home. Thank Uncle Sam for the transformation," I said jokingly with a smile. Out of nowhere the shit hit the fan. Shelly told my dad and his wife that they were pieces of shit for kicking me ...

... out. She said I get back from serving my country, and they treat me like that. She told my "stepmom" that she should kick her ass. She said that she was more family to me than they were. After this I started calling Shelly, Aunt Shelly. I started working at the farm. I lived in the basement. Shelly's mom lived up stairs. She was crippled and Shelly's friend lived upstairs also. She took care of Shelly's mom. Shelly's mom, or as I learned to call her grandma, loved me. Connie, Shelly's friend, not so much. She complained that I got up too early and made noise in the kitchen while cooking. She complained that she couldn't store anything in the basement anymore. She complained that I started my chores too early. So after 3 months of living at the farm Shelly said I could work at the farm and just spend my time off and sleeping at her house. Shelly at the time was dating a man named Jim. Boy, was he an asshole. He treated her pretty shitty. He was a know it all dick head and always had to one up you in everything. I could tell Shelly wasn't happy. Also living in the house was Shelly's daughter. Her daughter was away at college half the year, so I never really saw her. Jim would work twelve hour days, Shelly would work 10 hour days and I worked about 6 hours at the farm. Jim would go out a lot with the guys. I really only saw him Sundays. This was nice because it gave Shelly and I a lot of time together. I loved what Shelly wore around the house and out in public. Around the house ...