El Rancho del Corazón
19 Mothers
ELAINE HAD TO LEAVE to spend the week supporting her brother. His wedding to Patsy was slated for Saturday afternoon. Sarah was gone back to Chicago by three. Sora and Whitney each wanted some private time with me before they had to be back in their dorms by team curfew. In exchange, we got Josh, Cassie, Nikki, and Liz added to our tent. We switched the trailer back to the use of the younger girls and Leonard who had finally received permission to join us.
The real surprise was when Mom and Dad said goodbye to head home, but Anna didn’t.
“We’re riding back with Sly,” Mom said. “Anna and Lily will be staying with you this week.”
“They will?” What the fuck is going on? They might have said something!
“Don’t panic, son. I think you’ll like it in the long run. I’m leaving the truck. Anna and Lily will stay in the camper. Some of the parents of the younger kids were concerned about not having an adult onsite.” He held up his hands. “Yes, you are an adult. But try to understand the concerns of other parents. Most of these kids have never stayed away from home. Certainly, none of them have gone to a work camp. We’ll rotate a couple moms in the camper each week.”
“And we cook,” Anna said coming up behind me. “Brian, you have thirty kids on your crew. Wouldn’t it be helpful to have a couple women who had nothing better to do than cook for you all day?”
“Anna, we’d never ask you to do that. We’re trying to rotate in and out of kitchen duty,” I said.
“We know you didn’t ask, Brian. We’re volunteering,” Lily said. She and Anna draped an arm across my shoulders from each side. Mothers! “We think you should still assign two kids a day to kitchen duty,” she continued. “But with both Anna and me here, we can be a constant and have both kitchens operating. And we can shop, since we have credit cards.”
“What do you mean, ‘shop,’ Mama-Lil?”
“Brian, you’ve proven yourself. You care for everyone. Jennifer told me you almost turned down the offer of the funding because you didn’t want to put me at risk,” Anna said. “But the parents all feel some responsibility, too. We don’t think you should personally have to pay for all the food for everyone here this summer.” I cringed. I hadn’t even told anyone about that. No one had asked. I’d just given a couple hundred dollars to Hannah this week when they went to the grocery store on Monday to buy food for the week.
“Do you think we couldn’t figure out that you were planning to spend your own money to feed everyone this summer?” Mom asked. “And that you planned to stay up late at night to plan menus and get up early to bake bread? Brian, we all want to help, and some of these kids still need a mom around.”
“I think I’m one of them,” I said. “Thank you.” All three moms hugged me.
I didn’t call any big meetings or anything, but I circulated around and made sure that I talked to every person in the clan. I wanted them to know that the moms were there and that we were to remember our pledge to always be respectful of others. That included not showing up naked for forms in the morning. We also had to make sure everyone was respectful in the showers and especially that we didn’t cross any lines with the younger clan members.
I did get up early in the morning, though, to go make bread. I’d already cleared it with Doreen and Rhiannon, so after I’d kissed my bedmates and told them to go back to sleep, I pulled on my sweats and a T-shirt and let myself into their side of the bunkhouse. Kneading bread is almost as peaceful and meditative as brushing horses. Dad assured me that he was fine with taking care of the horses until we got things squared away at the ranch. I was going through the list of everyone in our clan in my head as I mixed the ingredients and finally set the bread to rise. I turned away from the counter and ran smack dab into Doreen.
Very naked, very yummy, Doreen. She kissed me good morning with passion that had my attention right away. She pulled off my T-shirt so we could rub our chests together and had her hands in my sweatpants. She hopped upon the kitchen counter and pulled my face to her pussy where I feasted on her juices. While I munched, she handed me a condom.
“Not that I don’t love you eating me, but I have girls who do that. I’m not getting fucked,” she said.
I rolled on the condom. She slipped down from the counter in front of me and I eased my way into her as she sighed.
“I haven’t been getting much of you since I moved down here,” Doreen whispered. “Work and moving and construction have been chaotic. You won’t forget me, will you, Brian?”
“I love you, Doreen. I’m not sure that I could ever forget you, even if I tried—which I won’t.” We moved easily together. “You are right that the chaos has been stressful for all of us. All I can hope is that things start to settle down when we get a rhythm going.”
“You think so? I think things are going to get even more chaotic before it eases up. We’re all starting new lives, Brian. We have our new home—and I love it—new jobs, new school, new businesses, new relationships,” she said. Then she kissed me. Our deep conversation was short-lived as I was deep inside her. We climbed the slopes of pleasure together, and I was glad for the stability of the kitchen counter behind her. That was one rhythm we could get into.
“God, that was hot,” a voice said behind me. I turned my head enough to see Sandy in all her glory. “This is the only view I ever see of you,” she giggled, giving my butt a playful smack. It wasn’t me she was after, though. She leaned in and kissed Doreen. “I’m so glad you get some good loving, Dor. I was afraid at first that I was taking something away from you. Thank you for being my girlfriend.” Doreen put an arm around Sandy and smashed her bare boobs against the two of us as they kissed. My cock made one more pulse inside her and then I slid out. They wrapped an arm around each other and headed toward the master bedroom. I watched as Doreen’s flour coated butt and Sandy’s long hair disappeared through the door. There were two bun prints in the flour on the kitchen counter.
We made it through the week without mishaps. It was hard work but everyone went at it as if we were being paid to be there. In a way, my casa was being paid, but there wasn’t a slacker among the thirty of us who worked under Mr. Thornton’s direction. He kept a crew working on shoveling and sent another to the loft to start cleaning. That duty was brutal. It was ten degrees hotter up there than in the barn and it was plenty hot in the barn. And it was dirty and dusty. We wore face masks up there and that made us sweat even more. I worked up there with Liz, Hannah, Lexi, and Judy Thursday afternoon. I stripped off my shirt when I climbed up to clean a bird’s nest out of the rafters. When I came down, all four girls were also topless.
“We thought you’d never take your shirt off,” Hannah said. “It’s so hot!”
“But we’ve got…”
“Brian, we’re sixteen. Nobody’s penetrating anything,” Lexi said sternly. “But, if we could take a two-minute break, um… I’m the only girl up here whose boobs you haven’t touched. Will you kiss me, Brian?” Oh hell. I held out my arms and she almost slid off of me when she rushed into them. We were really sweaty.
I took my time kissing Lexi. I couldn’t help but compare her to her sister a little. I gently touched her breasts and realized how much bigger they were than Samantha’s. Lexi wasn’t over-endowed like Brenda, but she was a good bit more than a handful. We broke the kiss and she rubbed against me, sliding her nipples back and forth across my chest.
“God! I never thought sweat was so sexy,” she said. She gave me one more little peck on the lips and we started back to work. The five of us claimed first shower that night.
Mr. Thornton also had a crew of three removing all the windows. He insisted that they wear shirts and gloves as they worked because there was a lot of broken glass. We scoured the area afterward, looking for any shards that were on the ground or in the barn. None of us ran around barefoot, but we didn’t want anything that could get us cut. We found a whole pile of rusty nails under some matted grass.
After forms on Friday, Mr. Thornton got the crew working, but I had to head for Mishawaka. Hannah and Rose were coming with me. Hannah planned to go to the studio to meet with Harvey on Saturday.
“But I need a date for the wedding,” I protested.
“What do you think Rose is planning on?”
“And I can ride back Sunday with Elaine so she isn’t driving alone,” Rose added. “I’m sure you and Hannah will have business to talk about.”
“Maybe he’ll have time to make love to me,” Hannah giggled.
Oh dear.
“Hannah, honey. Have I been neglecting you? We’ve been so tired at night. When I stumble into the tent, I don’t even know who I’m sleeping next to.”
“Don’t tell Courtney you didn’t know it was her butt you were in last night,” Rose laughed.
“We didn’t offend anyone, did we?” I asked.
“I think some people are getting ideas,” Hannah said. “She sure is noisy. ‘Bump. Bump.’ She really likes it.”
“Honey, are you okay? I don’t want to neglect you,” I said. Hannah looked at Rose and whispered in her ear. Rose nodded.
“Samantha’s been licking my pussy like it was made of chocolate or something,” Hannah said softly. She looked a little embarrassed. “I’m going to do that for her next week. It is awfully nice, and I love her.” She leaned against my shoulder.
“Honey, are you uncomfortable with it?” I asked.
“Not really. I guess… I just like to have you with us, too. I guess I have felt a little neglected,” she sighed. “Dr. McCall would be proud of me for saying that.” Rose had a map on her lap and was tracing with her finger on it.
“What time do we have to be at your house, Brian?” Rose asked.
“I told Mom we’d be there for dinner. That’s usually about six,” I said.
“Turn left on 39. We should be coming to it soon,” Rose said.
“Shortcut?” I asked.
“Sort of. There’s a roadside park up between Beech Grove and Monrovia next to the river. Do we still have blankets in the back?”
“Yes. What do we need?”
“Fucked,” Rose said. “You have two horny girls who love you that you’ve neglected for the past week. When we’re sated, we can pick up I-70 back toward the Indy bypass and not lose more than the time we spend making love. Are you game, Hannah?”
“Rose, I think I love you,” Hannah said. And to show it she turned and kissed our Matrón.
I spotted the turn-off just before we got into Martinsville and half an hour later, we were in the process of becoming sated.
“You’re late,” Mom said as we came through the kitchen door. Hannah and Rose ran for the bathrooms.
“We thought we found a short-cut by going up through Monrovia and missing Indy entirely, but I missed the turn-off,” I explained hastily.
“You found the turn-on, though,” Rose whispered in my ear. We all giggled and went to sit at the table. During dinner we had to tell Mom and Dad about the progress on the house, the training we were doing every morning, and that Anna loved them and couldn’t wait to see them tomorrow.
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