Uncle Bob's Tractor

by Lubrican

Lori had always teased her Uncle Bob mercilessly. She'd flirted with him endlessly too, ever since she was about ten. He made it easy for her, of course, because he always gave her hugs and kisses and treats and presents. He always told her she was his very favorite niece.

When Lori began having boyfriends, Uncle Bob usually looked them up and down and pushed out his chest and made vague statements about how he won the Golden Gloves when he was younger, and he mentioned that he was an ex-marine. Then, he almost always played with a huge survival knife he wore on his belt, or cleaned one of his many pistols or rifles. It was coded man-talk for "Mess with my niece and you mess with me ... and you DON'T want to do that." What she thought was hilarious was that her boyfriends always tried to bluff him. Then he'd offer to let them beat him at arm wrestling and he'd just CRUSH them. He always did. And they always acted like perfect gentlemen after that. At least when they were around him.

The fact was that she never really had a boyfriend long enough for them to get much past passionate kisses and a little groping in the dark. Then she was off to another one, or just did without men for a while, depending on what had snatched her attention.

She put up with it though, mostly because he might as well have been her father. Her own dad had gotten drunk one night when she was about three and had managed to kill himself by running into a tree at about ninety miles an hour.

The family had a lot of get togethers at Uncle Bob's farm. He had a huge house that he'd inherited from his father. He'd gotten a girl pregnant in high school and then married her, but that hadn't worked out. His wife had run off with the guy who pumped gas at the local gas station. Quite a few people thought there were drugs involved, because neither of them was much of a catch.

Uncle Bob was gorgeous, as far as Lori was concerned. He was tall, and tanned and strong as an ox. He had mostly brown hair that had some silver in it, even though he wasn't quite 40 yet. He worked the farm pretty much by himself, and that kept him in amazing shape. For years, whenever she found out they were going out to the farm she had taken special care to make herself look as pretty as she could.

When she was fifteen she had decided never to wear a bra around her Uncle. She knew that her little teen nipples showed through her shirts - she picked those shirts especially for him. And she knew he noticed, because he'd look her up and down, whistle and then grab at his chest, moaning that he was "having the big one" and that she was going to kill him, she looked so good. Then he'd grab her up in a big bear hug and crush those breasts against him while he swung her around.

On her sixteenth birthday, he had swung her around in a big circle and then nuzzled her neck. He latched onto her neck with his lips and sucked, like he was giving her a hicky and she thought she'd cream her panties. Then he'd pushed her back and said he bet all the boys did that. She'd never know why she'd done it, but right then she'd reached out and grabbed his basket with her right hand. Giving his manly bulge a little squeeze she'd popped back "And I bet all the girls do this to you, Uncle Bob."

They'd both laughed, but both had been breathing pretty deeply.

Later that afternoon, when everybody else was outside eating watermelon, Lori had gone looking for her mother, to ask her a question. She'd looked everywhere with no success and was standing in the upstairs hallway, wondering where in the world she could be when she heard a sound above her head. Someone was in the attic.

Of course Lori knew all about the attic. She'd explored it numerous times with her cousins. It was accessed by a tiny steep stairway that felt close even for kids. The kids never could figure out how all that stuff got up there, since a lot of it was lots bigger than the stairway. There was a whole bedroom set up there, and lots of trunks and boxes. Uncle Bob had laughed when they asked him about it, and pointed at two big barn type doors that opened into the attic on one end of the building. There was a big pulley and platform that stuff could be pulled up on.

So, hearing noises, Lori climbed up the steep stairs to the trap door that led to the attic. She lifted the trap door and was about to rise up and step up into the room when she heard a very strange moan, almost like someone was hurt and her mother's voice said "Ohhh Bob, I miss this so much." She had to look around one side of the trap door, but there, on the big bed, was her mother and Uncle Bob. Her mother's favorite lavender dress had been unbuttoned and was lying open, exposing her mother's otherwise naked body. Uncle Bob's pants were down around his calves. Uncle Bob was in the act of sinking his penis right up inside her mother!

He groaned "Oh, you wench, you know I can't resist that dress."

Lori's mother purred "Well, I'm sure glad you bought it for me if this is what it gets me."

Her Uncle then commenced fucking the daylights out of her mother. A shaft of sunlight coming through a dusty window highlighted his balls and the part of his cock Lori could see. The rest of his cock was buried up inside her mother. Then he pulled that cock out of her ... and out ... and out ... and out. Lori's mouth had dropped open, and now she covered her gasp. Her Uncle's penis had to be ten or eleven inches long! It was like a sword, and he was killing her mother with it.

Except that when he shoved that monster back in his sister, she sighed with pleasure and thrust her naked hips up at him to get even more.

Her Uncle groaned and said "Uh Oh, Elly."

Her mother lifted her head. "Oh Bob, honey, I'm fertile right now baby. Maybe you'd better not...."

His answer was an anguished "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh" and he jammed into her as far as he could. His butt muscles sort of quivered and his loose hanging balls lifted up a little bit. Lori had never seen a penis squirt, but she had a pretty good imagination and she imagined what was going on in her mother's pussy right then. It had made her panties good and wet.

Her mother had sighed, but had wrapped her legs around Uncle Bob and then she'd actually told him "Go ahead, big brother. If I get pregnant I'll just blame it on Jasper." Jasper was a man she'd been going out with, but Lori would have sworn she hadn't slept with him. Bob was giving little jerks as he poured out his cum into his sister and he panted "You .. mean .. you're .. letting ... Jasper ... do .. this?" Elly must laughed and slapped her brother on his naked butt. "No, silly, but no one else will ever know that."

Lori's knees had gone weak at the thought that Uncle Bob's big long stiff penis might have been knocking her mother up that very second and she'd closed the trap door quietly and snuck back down the stairs.

That had been almost a year ago and every time Lori saw her Uncle she saw that long stiff spurting cock in her mind's eye. It was driving her batty. She still teased and flirted. And now, when she hugged him, she shoved her teenaged hips against his older ones, pressing into that rod of his. The only response he'd ever given that he knew what she was doing was one time, when he slid his hands down onto her ass cheeks and had squeezed them.

Now it was August. The wheat had been harvested and it was time to plow the fields. Lori loved this time of year because she always went out to the farm to ride on the tractor with her Uncle. She'd been doing this every year for as long as she could remember. When she was little she'd ridden on his lap. He'd let her steer and she laughed as they bounced along. When she'd gotten bigger she'd stood on the axle housing, or sat on the fender, holding onto the back of his armless seat. Sometimes he got out of the seat and let her sit there to steer.

She called him up. "Hey! How's my favorite sexy Uncle" she said.

"I'm hot and sweaty and all shook up, especially when I think about how you're gonna look in that cheerleader's outfit this year." he flirted back.

"It's last year's outfit" she said with mock sadness "And I've grown a lot. I'm not sure it will fit. And this is my last year in school, so it's not worth buying a whole new uniform. Maybe I'll just go out there naked." She giggled.

"You do and they'll break every attendance record on the books" he said with a smile in his voice.

"When can I come out and help you plow?" she said, getting down to business.

"Well, I've got her about half done right now. If you hurry you can help me with the last half," he said.

She said she'd be right there. As she stood, staring at the things in her closet, she got an idea. It would be her most daring flirt yet. She ran to her mother's room and dug through that closet until she found what she was looking for - her mother's favorite purple dress. It had been a birthday present from Uncle Bob to her Mother several years ago. She'd noticed that almost every time they went out to Uncle Bob's her mother had worn that dress. Originally she thought it was just to make Uncle Bob happy. Now she knew just HOW happy it made him.

She knew the dress would fit her. She went to her room, stripped to the buff and slipped the silky dress on.

No panties. No bra. Just like her mother wore it.

When she got to the farm Uncle Bob was out in the field, making long straight rows with the three bottom plow. Now he was probably two thirds done. He saw her and waved. She waved back and waited. He drove the tractor over to the gate where she was waiting. He stopped, looked at her, and then turned off the tractor's motor. He stared. That dress sure showed a lot of cleavage.

"Where'd you get that dress?" he said in an off hand sort of way.

"Oh, it's one of mama's. It's hot today, and this is nice and light. I didn't think she'd mind if I borrowed it. Why? Do you like it?"

"Yes, I surely do." was his only reply. "It's not quite what I'd recommend for riding tractor, though. It'd be a shame to get that pretty dress all dirty, rubbing it up against the fender."

"Well, then" she said brightly. "I'll just have to sit on your lap, like when I was little." With that she opened the gate and climbed up on the rear of the big green machine.

She was too big to sit on his lap. They both knew it. But neither of them wanted to say it. She planted her butt in his lap and leaned back and to one side so he could see. He reached around her and grabbed the wheel. She leaned over, thumbed the starter and they were off.

There was just enough breeze that the heat of the day was blown away. Lori's hair fluffed backwards and got in Bob's face. It smelled good. She felt good on his lap. He thought about that dress, and what he usually got to do when he saw it. His dick got nice and stiff, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.

Lori felt his cock swell and she ground her butt against it. This was fun. She thought back to seeing this man reaming out her mother's pussy and flushing it with hot cum. It made her pussy get wet. Her naked breasts bounced under the dress and her nipples rubbed against the light cloth. They got hard and tender. They got to the place where he had left off and he dropped the plow into the ground. She turned her head and said "I want to steer."

Bob let go of the wheel and Lori grasped it. She felt his hands go to her waist. His fingers lay lightly on her stomach, just under her bouncing breasts. Little by little they moved upward, stroking her stomach. Soon, her breasts were hitting the tops of his hands on their downward bounce. She felt his thumbs check for her bra on her ribs. He had to raise his voice for her to hear, but he said it right into her ear. "You should have worn a bra, Lori. All this bouncing is going to stretch those beautiful breasts of yours, and that's not good. I'll just help hold them still."

With that, she felt her Uncle's big callused hands slide upward and cup her breasts through the thin dress. He pulled them to the sides and then crushed them back together as the tractor bounced along. Her nipples were on fire! It felt just so good that she never wanted it to stop. But she turned her head and yelled "You aren't playing with them, now are you Uncle Bob?"

He squeezed them both and pinched her nipples, sending an electric spark straight to her pussy. "No way, baby, I'm just protecting them for some lucky young buck to play with later on."

She wiggled her butt harder onto his hardon and laughed. "OK, as long as you aren't playing with them yourself." They went on for a while and Lori looked down at his hands, massaging and making her breasts feel so good. His hands were dark, permanently stained with the soil of the earth.

"Uncle Bob?" she shouted. "Your hands are awfully dirty. I don't want to get momma's dress all dirty. Maybe you should put your hands inside it."

Bob grinned and began to unbutton the dress. He was good at it. He'd done it enough times. When it was open to her waist he pulled the sides back and cupped Lori's naked breasts. Lori shrugged and the dress fell off her shoulders. Now she was naked from the waist up. The sun felt good on her breasts. His hands felt good on them too.

They did two more rows and Lori got wetter and hornier all the time. Somehow the teasing had gotten out of control. She had feelings in her pussy she'd never had before. It itched and felt hot and sticky. She wanted to put a finger or two in it and rub, but of course she couldn't. She spread her legs and arched her back. If she rotated her hips just so, her bare pussy was rubbed by her Uncle's swollen, but jeans covered cock. That felt pretty good.

Bob knew she was teasing him. Just like she always had. He knew he should just wait until he could beat off. But the feel of her luscious big soft tits and her rubbing her pussy against his cock made the decision for him. He pushed his foot in on the clutch. The tractor stopped immediately and Lori would have fallen forward if he hadn't had a good hold on her boobs.

"Stand up" he yelled. Holding onto the steering wheel and straddling her Uncle's knees, Lori stood. He deftly unzipped his jeans, reached in, and pulled out the one eyed snake. It stood up proudly in the sun, fully nine inches long. The zipper hurt, so he popped the button and the jeans gaped open enough to let his balls out too. Lori was looking over her shoulder at him, her eyes hot, but questioning too. "It was a mite confined in there. Needs some air." he yelled.

"Yeah ... right" she laughed.

Bob grasped the hem of the dress and lifted the back. Precum oozed out of his cock slit when he saw her naked ass under the dress. "You can sit back down now" he yelled.

He saw question in her eyes. Some fear too. But lust overruled. She sat and he bent his cock so that when her ass sat on his thighs, his cock stuck out from her pussy, almost like it was her cock. It lay right along her pussy lips. He let the clutch out.

The tractor bounced and now Lori's pussy rubbed directly on the top of Bob's iron hard cock. She loved it. With his fingers torturing her nipples and his cock massaging her pussy lips, she began to pant. It felt so good. She was almost there, but she couldn't quite reach that place she could get to with her fingers in her.

She made her decision. "Stop!" she shouted.

He put the clutch in as Lori stood up and lifted her leg over to stand beside him. He sighed, figuring she'd had enough. He'd really have to beat off hard now. But instead, Lori let the dress drop and she stepped out of it. Now she was completely naked. She straddled her Uncle again, but this time facing him. And this time she fisted his cock and brought it to the portal of her sex.

She was sopping, and even though she'd never had one in her before, she was so excited about doing it now that she sat down on it in one stroke. When Bob felt his cock surrounded by hot soft tight pussy, his foot slipped off the clutch. The tractor jumped forward, which simply jammed her onto him even harder and her breasts mashed into his face. He bobbed his head to capture one pink nipple and he sucked and nibbled on it.

Now the tractor did the work, bouncing along, jerking his long cock in and out of her in ways that the human body couldn't duplicate on its own. His cock head battered her cervical opening and soon was slipping in and out of her womb too as her body learned to accept the foreign object. He felt it happen as he tried to deal with the fact that his luscious teenage niece was fucking herself on his tool. It was too much, and before he could even think about the consequences or do anything about it, his prick belched and fountained thick ribbons of pearly sperm into her belly.

He'd plowed her furrow, and now he seeded her field.

For her part, Lori couldn't believe she'd waited so long to do this. As she felt his warm wet juice fill her up inside she knew exactly why her mother wore the dress so often. She knew that every time she saw her gorgeous Uncle she'd spread her legs for him if he so much as winked at her. She too ignored the dangers of his free-flowing sperm as her pussy spasmed and she nearly passed out from the intensity of her first penis-induced orgasm.

In fact, when she had caught her breath, Lori looked into her Uncle's dark brown eyes. "I think it's time for a break" she said. With his cock still in her he drove over to the fence and they got off the tractor. She didn't put the dress back on and all he did was hold his pants up as they walked to the house. "You want to take a shower?" he asked her as they walked in the cool, dark parlor.

"Later" she said, taking his hand. "There's something I want to do in the bedroom first."

Lori graduated about a month before she got a brand new baby sister. She helped her mother in the labor room and Bob took pictures of the birth.

Her own baby was born two months later. Bob was there for that one too.

The End