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Tova Friedman was just six years old when she walked out of Auschwitz.  Now, 80 years later, Tova is devoted to speaking about her experiences as a child survivor of the Holocaust and being vocal about the threat of antisemitism. She knows how easily a society can transition from burning books to burning people, and she is determined to ensure that never happens again. Tova speaks to audiences worldwide–in person and on the social media platform TikTok, where she has amassed over half a million followers. Listen to Tova's harrowing, miraculous testimony of survival, as part of a live recording at the Weizmann National Museum of American Jewish History in Philadelphia, in partnership with AJC Philadelphia/Southern New Jersey.  Lisa Marlowe, director of the Holocaust Awareness Museum and Education Center (HAMEC), joined us to discuss the museum's mission to bring Holocaust survivors to schools, the importance of teaching history through eyewitness accounts, and the significance of preserving stories of righteous individuals like her Danish great-grandmother, who saved thousands of Jews during WWII. *The views and opinions expressed by guests do not necessarily reflect the views or position of AJC. Photo credit: Christopher Brown Resources: -About Tova Friedman and TovaTok -Holocaust Awareness Museum and Education Center (HAMEC) -AJC Philadelphia/Southern New Jersey Listen – AJC Podcasts: -The Forgotten Exodus: Untold stories of Jews who left or were driven from Arab nations and Iran -People of the Pod Follow People of the Pod on your favorite podcast app, and learn more at AJC.org/PeopleofthePod You can reach us at: peopleofthepod@ajc.org If you've appreciated this episode, please be sure to tell your friends, and rate and review us on Apple Podcasts or Spotify. Transcript of Interview with Tova Friedman and Lise Marlowe: Manya Brachear Pashman:  Yom HaShoah, Israel's Holocaust Remembrance Day, begins on the evening of April 23. To mark this remembrance, our broadcast this week features our recent live event at the Weitzman National Museum of American Jewish History in Philadelphia. There I had a conversation with Lise Marlowe, of the Holocaust Awareness Museum and Education Center in suburban Philadelphia and author and Holocaust survivor Tova Friedman.  __ Thank you to all of you for being here today to participate in a live recording of People of the Pod, American Jewish Committee's weekly podcast about global affairs through a Jewish lens. I'm your host, Manya Brachear Pashman. Down here on this end is Lise Marlowe, our partner and organizer of this wonderful event. She is the program and Outreach Director of the Holocaust awareness Museum and Education Center, otherwise known as HAMC in Elkins Park, Pennsylvania, which is just outside here in Philadelphia. She is also a long time teacher who has come up with some quite innovative ways to teach Holocaust history to middle school students. But before we begin and get to all of that, I do want to turn to Lisa for a few minutes. If you could just tell us a little bit about HAMC. What is it? Because we are in a different museum venue now.  Lise Marlowe:   Thank you Manya, and thank you everyone for being here today. So HAMC is America's first Holocaust Museum, which started in 1961 by Holocaust survivor named Jacob Riz, who lost 83 family members to the Nazis. Our Museum's mission is to bring Holocaust survivors to schools and organizations. We believe it's important to give students the opportunity to learn history through an eyewitness. When we host a school program, we tell students that they are the last generation to meet a survivor, and once they hear a survivor's story, it becomes their story to tell. It also becomes their responsibility to speak up and stand up to the Holocaust deniers of the world and to say, I know you're lying because I met a survivor. It's not easy for our survivors to tell their story, but they want to honor the family they lost. And to make sure students know what happened so history hopefully doesn't repeat itself.  Hearing about the rise of antisemitism, seeing hate towards other groups, can bring trauma to our survivors, but our survivors teach students that there are things we can do to stand up to hate. We can remember that words matter, kindness matters, that we can support and help each other when bad things happen. The Holocaust did not begin with concentration camps. It began with words.  Our museum brings hundreds of programs all over the world, so please reach out to us at HAMC.org. Because we believe education is stronger than hate. We find that students are inspired by the messages our survivors tell them, which is to not hate others. Even though they lost everything. Their families, their property, their identity, their childhood, they teach students that hate can only destroy yourself. Manya Brachear Pashman:   Thank you so much, Lise. I met some of Lise's former students who are here in the audience today. You have some really remarkable ways of teaching Holocaust history so that it sticks. I would like to get into that a little bit later. And you also have your own family story to share, and we'll learn more about that later, as she is one of our two guests on today's podcast.  You see, there are three pieces to our podcast today, including the traditional format of a conversation with our guests, which will come later, and then your opportunity to ask questions. But to really comprehend what we discuss, you must first hear the powerful story that our guest of honor, the woman next to me, Tova Friedman, one of the youngest people to emerge from Auschwitz, the Nazi's concentration camp and extermination camp in occupied Poland. You must hear her story first.  Tova has worked tirelessly to share her story in every format possible, to reach the widest audience. In addition to telling her story in person, at venues such as this, she worked with a journalist to produce an accurate and comprehensive memoir, and next month, a young adult version of that memoir will be released.  She's worked with her grandson, Aaron, a student at Washington University, to share portions of her story on Tiktok on a channel called TovaTok, that has about 522,000 followers, and she is here today to reach our podcast listeners. And you. After her presentation, Tova will have a seat once again, and we'll continue the conversation. But right now, it is my honor to turn the mic over to Tova Friedman:. Tova Friedman:   Thank you. I have no notes and I can't sit because I'm a walker. You know, I think better when I walk. I think better on my feet. Let me tell you, a few months ago, I was in Poland. I was invited as a speaker to the 80th commemoration of Auschwitz liberation.  Five years ago, I was there also–75th. And there were 120 Holocaust survivors there with their families and their friends from Auschwitz. This time there were 17 [survivors], and we'll have no more commemoration. We're done. People, the lucky people, are dying from old age. You know, they're, or they're Florida, or they're gone, okay, they're not available.  So what's scary is that many young people will not meet a survivor, and they will be told in colleges and high schools, probably it never happened. It's an exaggeration. You know, the Jews. They want everybody to be sorry for them. That will happen. And that's been happening here and there to my grandchildren.  Right now, I've got eight grandchildren, but two are in colleges, and one is in Cornell. And I got the saddest phone call on Earth. To me it's sad. He got a beautiful Jewish star when we went to Israel. He called me to ask me if he should wear it inside, hidden, or if he should wear it outside. That's so symbolic.  And I said to him, do you want to be a visible Jew, or do you want to be a hidden Jew? Do what you want. I will not criticize you. I know that life is changed from when I went to college. America is different, and I'm just so upset and unhappy that you, at age 18-19, have to go through that. One of my grandkids had to leave the dormitory because of the absolute terrible antisemitism. She is in McGill in Canada, and she has to live by herself in an apartment because even her Jewish friends stopped talking to her. So what kind of a world are we living in? Extraordinarily scary, as far as I'm concerned. That's why I talk. You can hear my voice. I talk as much as I can for a number of reasons. First, I talk in order for those people who were murdered, million and a half children, some of the faces I still remember, and a total 6 million Jews, they cannot be forgotten. They cannot be forgotten.  This is such a wonderful place here that I hear you have classes and you have survivors talking to kids. You take them to schools. I think it's fabulous, but you got to do it fast, because there's just not many of us going to be here for a long time. So one thing is memory.  The other reason I speak is a warning. I really feel that this world is again turning against us. We have been scapegoats all through history. Books have been written. Why? Why this? Why that? Why this? Why that? I can't figure out why. They're jealous, we feel with the chosen people. Oh, my God, it goes on and on. But why us? It started 2000 years ago.  So I'm here to remember, so that all those people didn't just die and became ashes. But we're living in a world where we have to be aware. We have to be aware. You heard statistics that were scary. You know, I didn't even know some of the statistics. That Jews are stopping to use their Jewish last name when they make reservations somewhere? In America.? You know, I remember when I walked out from Auschwitz with my mother. My mother survived, and I'll take you back and just give me a certain amount of time. What happened? She said to me, remember I was exactly six and a half years old. And I do, I remember. And one of the reasons I remember is because my mother was a big talker. Talker just like I am. I inherited it from her. She would tell me everything. We were in all kinds of conditions. And I'd say, Mom, what is that? She says, Yeah, that's the smoke, people are being burned. She didn't say, you know, Oh, it's nothing. Don't worry about it. No, no, no, no. She talked and she talked as long as I was with her, until we were separated. That's why my memory is so sharp, and I always tell the younger generation: stop texting and start talking. Texting, you won't remember anything. It doesn't go into your brain. When somebody talks to you, you will never forget. When your mom or dad says things to you, you will remember them. If they text it to you, it lasts a few minutes and it's gone. So that's why I remember so much.  My mother lost 150 people. She was the only survivor of Auschwitz. The only survivor, brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, all gone, and she died very young. She died at 45. Her war never ended. Her Auschwitz, she brought with her to America because she just couldn't get over it. My father lost about all his brothers and sisters except two, and he was able to handle life a little bit better, but she wasn't.  In my town, there were hundreds of Jewish children at the end of the war. There were five left. Five. I'm the youngest. That's why I'm still here talking. Two have died, and one is in her 90s, and she doesn't talk much anymore. So I feel like I'm representing an entire town that's gone, just gone. A town that had synagogues and they had football and they had a very vibrant town. Where my mother was a young woman. She was studying. My father was an actor, a singer, and a tailor, so he should have some money, but they were all functioning. It's all gone.  When I went to visit, because I took my grandchildren so they can see, there was no sign the Jews even were there. It's like we disappeared. My memory of the war starts when I was four, not so much before. My parents lived in a very modern town. And because they left the shtetl, my mother wasn't interested in all the religious and the sheitles, and you know, the wigs people used to wear, which, by the way, my daughter now is wearing a wig, which is sort of strange, right?  And they went to live a modern life. As soon as Kristallnacht came, he knew right away that this is not a place for him. And what do you do when you're scared? You go home, you go to your parents. So my mother and father, I was one year old, went back to their parents' home. What did they find there? That they were already in a ghetto.  Now, I remember the ghetto at the age of four, there were lots and lots of people in a tiny apartment, no running water, no bathrooms, no food, no room. So I was under the table. All my memories were under the table. And I knew things that were going on. How did I know? Because I heard it.  You know, a kid at four, four and a half, people make mistakes. The children don't know. Children know everything. They may not be able to verbalize it, but they know. And I knew what was the issue. I knew that they killed children and that I have to be under the table. I knew that. I knew that my grandparents are going to die soon. I heard it. I heard my father talking. I heard my mother talking. I heard the other people talking in the apartment in Yiddish. I still remember the words, oh, they name it. They're taking the elderly. They're taking this.  Well, one day they came in, they took my grandmother, and they shot her, right outside our window, you know, took her outside. You know what's amazing when I think about this? Because I've tried to get some perspective. I've always tried to figure out, how did that happen? Why?  How is it possible? Hitler was brilliant, and if he wasn't brilliant, he had brilliant people helping him. Idiots could not have done what he did. They were educated people. He had therapists. He had a nutritionist. And you know what they said, break up the family, and you will break up people. People die when their family is killed, they die sometimes physically, sometimes emotionally. Listen, I'm a grandmother. I have eight grandchildren. I know what it means to be a grandmother in my role, and I'm sure many of you feel the same way. So they took away the elderly.  One day, my father comes in, and he says to my mother, I just put them on the truck. I know what he meant. I was exactly four and a half because I was standing by a table. I could tell my size. The table went up to my chin, and I knew that there were because the day before these people in their 20s and 30s, they were the strong guys. They dug graves for their own parents. We, the Jews, dug graves for our children and our parents.  You know when the Nuremberg Trials came, some of the guys said, we didn't do anything. We never killed any…you know why? Because they used us to kill our own people. So that time, my father told my mother what was going on. He was sitting, his tears were coming down. And I could picture it, because, by the way, whatever I tell you, multiply by hundreds. This was a template, you know, like you have a template on a computer, you just fill in the name and everything is the same. You can fill in all kinds. You apply for a job. There is a special way. That's what happened. The Germans when they came to a town, they didn't have to think what happened. They had the piece of paper, kill the elderly, kill the children, as soon as possible. So I knew. I knew exactly what was going on. I knew that my grandparents were gone, my father's parents, my mother's mother was killed. Her my grandpa died before the war from some disease. He was very lucky. So here we are. One day. I had this uncle, James. He was a German Jew. He spoke a perfect German.  So he thought, look at our minds. He thought, he speaks German. He's going to volunteer. He didn't have working papers, and he was scared to die. His wife, my aunt, she had working papers. So he went to the Gestapo, and he said, I'll be your translator. I speak a perfect German. I was born in German. And they shot him on the spot.  So I remember he used to come and visit us. I sat on his lap one day. My father said, you won't go to see Uncle James anymore. He's not coming back. I didn't say anything. I know he was dead. I didn't know how he was dead. So the reason I'm telling you all the different things is because this happened in every other ghetto.  We were living 16,000 Jews in 250 apartments, and we couldn't go in, and we couldn't get out, except certain people who had privileges. They had working papers, they had special papers. They could go out. That's how the smuggling started. Also, certain people could go out, bring some food, because we were starving. We were starving to such a point. You know why? Because the nutritionist, the PhD, the best nutritionist in Germany, told Hitler how much to feed us in order to die. You want them to die in two months? Give them that much bread. You want them to die in two weeks? Give them that. My town, which was called Tomaszow Mazowiecki, has no Jews anymore. I just wanted to mention the name because my family was there for 200 years, because the Poles in the beginning were very good to the Jews.  They wanted the Jews because we were good business people. Every time the Jews were there, the place thrived. There were close to 100 tailor shops in town, all Jewish. So how could you go wrong? They brought business from everywhere. But now, of course, there isn't anybody. And slowly,  all those people were sent to Treblinka. There were left about 50-60, people, my parents, I among them. There were very few kids left. And we were the cleanup squad. Not only did my father had to dig the graves, I don't think my mother did. My father, dig the graves, but afterwards you have to clean up. You can't leave a town so dirty because they wanted to leave no witnesses. Hitler had an order all the way from Berlin, no witnesses. That's another reason he killed the children. Kids can grow up and be a witness like me, and that was very dangerous for him. Because, you know, it's interesting from the psychological point of view, no matter what atrocities he and his people did, in the back of their mind, they were afraid of the consequences. They were afraid of consequences. That's why you leave no witnesses.  But at that time, my father buried people and he said Kaddish. I didn't know what Kaddish was. I didn't know what being Jewish was. I don't remember any Jewish holidays. I knew that being Jewish means death, but I wasn't sure what that meant, Juden. What is this Juden business? But look at four and a half. I wasn't going to think about it. Anyhow, they moved the camp. We cleaned it up. We came to the next camp, and the next camp was the labor camp. Only work. We worked for more, not me, my parents did, and I want to tell you something about that.  Slowly they did the same exact thing they did in every other camp. People were taken away. The moment you were sick, the moment you were tired, straight into some camp. One day, I heard, I heard– my mother told me, I didn't hear anything. She said they're taking the children, whoever, whatever, there were very few children left, maybe 20-30–we've got to hide you. And she hid me in like a crawl space, like they had these tiles or something. I don't know it was tile, something. And she put me in there, and she followed me, just the two of us, my father didn't get in there. And she put me on her lap, I remember. And she put her hands on my mouth. I shouldn't scream.  I remember it was so tight that for weeks I had blue marks right here. And from the little window, I see where all my friends that I was playing with outside, because my parents were gone a whole day, I was outside with the other kids, put on trucks, but I knew where they were going. They were going to the place where the big graves were dug for them.  So anyhow, when my mother said, we have to hide, we were there for maybe an hour or two. After it was all done, the kids were gone. We went up downstairs in a little room. She said, from now on, you can no longer be on the street. Okay, so I couldn't go out. I stayed in the dark room for a few weeks. It's another story, but one day I remember, and she came every day from work, she gave me food, and I slept with my parents. Because they were in the room with me.  One day, she said, Oh, you don't have to go to the room anymore. I was delighted. I said, I don't have to? No, you can go outside. I haven't been outside for weeks, and I saw she was sort of packing, moving things. We had so few things. I said, What are you doing? She says, We're packing. We're going to Auschwitz. Again, they had, you know, cleaned up the ghetto.  The place was called Starachowice. It was a Polish place. Had a town next to it even, and people who lived around, the non Jews, knew what was going on. They all knew, because there was always a town nearby. There was also a town near Auschwitz. Auschwitz, people lived a normal life there. So anyhow, I knew. I said, Auschwitz. We're going to Auschwitz, okay? I didn't care. I was so happy that I was outside.  Within a very short time, we started walking. The train was waiting. My parents were separated. That's the first time. We were always together. My father was crying, and I remember I was little, so my mother picked me up, because I don't know if anybody of you either have been either to Auschwitz or to New York City. They have the cattle car by the museum, right outside, right. You saw the cattle car and it's that high, very hard to get on it. So she had to pick me up. She put me in and my father said, Be a good girl. I said, Yeah, I'll be a good girl. And he went to another cattle car. I was with my mother, and then a 36 hour drive began, no food, no no food and no drink, very hot, because they were all women. 150 women, and no bathrooms.  And I remember, I said, Mom, I have to go. I have to go. She didn't answer me. And then I said to myself, Oh, I know everybody's going where they're standing. I think that that was a dividing line between being human and being inhuman. We're all dressed like normal kids. I had braids, you know, when we walked out, we were all covered with feces, because everybody was going everywhere. And many people had died, and I am outside standing watching all this going on, and my mother says to me, Get undressed.  And I said, why? It was about July, August. It was summertime. Why? She said to me, they want to check if we're healthy. So I, very obedient, by the way, very, very. My mother taught me rules, and I'll tell you about the rules. So I took off my clothes, and she said, don't look at the eyes of the dogs. Don't look at anybody's eyes, because these the Germans came with their dogs. And When I was by myself, in the in the labor camp, she also taught me, because I was alone, never have eye contact. She said, eye contact will make you recognize and when you see a dog stand still, which is counterintuitive.  I was frightened, terrified of the dogs more than of the Germans, but she said, the dogs will think that you're running away, and they are trained to kill when somebody's trying to run away. So in other words, she always trained me how to be self sufficient, how to recognize danger and what to do with it. So eye contact is pure danger, and running is pure danger. So I learned very, very easily how to do that. So when I'm there, I'm standing very still, the dogs are passing by. And then I say, what's the smell, it stinks here. I said, it stinks. She pointed to the crematorium. They were taking the burning bodies from the gas chamber, and it was all black, and you could smell it. And you know what? She didn't have to say anymore. I knew it. So I remember saying, Mom, how do I look? How do I look? And she said, Oh, you look good. I said, Am I healthy? She said, Yeah, you're very healthy. I said, what about you? Oh, I'm healthy too. She said. And somehow we made it.  I tried to find out. I wrote a book together with a researcher. He tried to research. He lives in England. What happened that day? Every child under the age of 12 or 13 was taken straight to the crematorium. We're useless. Old people, pregnant people, sick people. What is old, 50 and over, because you can't work. Even in Auschwitz, you had to work. Even when you waited for your death, there was some job they gave you. So that you had to be healthy, at least. Anyhow, I don't really know. I was told that we arrived on a Sunday, and Sunday they were the Germans were Christians, so they didn't want to open another crematorium. They had four going. They didn't want the fifth. That's somehow how I and my mother survived. My whole transport, not just me. We were all, you know, a bunch of people. We went to another room. They shaved my head. I remember that very well, because they picked me up and I was, I was quite small, so they picked me up, put me on a bench, and the woman did my hair. And she herself, and I couldn't find my mother, and they gave me some clothes, because they've taken my clothes by the train. And then she found me, and then she took my hand, and we followed a whole bunch of people into Auschwitz proper. This was outside of Auschwitz before you were like, ready, and so you went inside. We got a middle bed, and then she started teaching me again.  She said, you know, there'll be a lot of people here sleeping. More women, so when you're asleep, you can't move around so much, because then everybody else has to move. Okay. And I said, What about if I have to go to the bathroom? She says, No, you can't. That was a terrible thing for me as a child. I had to hold it, because they had it twice a day to the bathroom. And then she said, Look, you're going to get a cup. I didn't get it yet. We were going to be getting a cup, a tin cup, a spoon and a bowl. If tyou lose it, and if somebody steals it, you'll go hungry and you'll die.  She said, they don't look at you. You take out the bowl. Somebody gives you something to eat. Nobody touched it, by the way. I was so aware of it. I just want to go a little fast forward, because I need your questions. I need to know what you want to know. And then one of the things I told you is bathroom for kids. It was hard for me to hold it. Well one day, we were all on line, and I really had to go. So I went in front of the line, and I was in such a hurry that I fell. The way the bathrooms were, I don't know if anybody's been to Auschwitz. The slabs of the boards. It was big, gigantic holes. The holes were like, maybe this size. My grandkids, who are, one of them is 6”2, got the privilege, because of me, to try out those bathrooms.  He sat on it and he said, Grandma, I don't know how you didn't of course, you fell in. He said, It's too big for me. I fell inside. And of course, they got me out and they hosed me down, but I must have picked up some kind of a bug. There were rats there, there were feces up to here. And I got very sick, but I knew that sickness meant death, so I was very careful not to tell anybody, but that somebody saw me, and they said, this child, this child is ill.  And they were so scared of illness, because illness meant death immediately. Because every morning they came, they picked up the dead, the sick, on one of those three wheel things. Wheelbarrow, wheelbarrow, to the crematorium. So I was afraid to be one of them. And then somebody said she's sick. She's going to infect all of us.  They picked me up. I don't remember much about that, because I was really ill, and they took me to one of those places, a hospital, without doctors. When I woke up, I must have had fever, they told me no more. You can't go back to your mother. And that's when they took me to the children's place. For the first time, I saw so many children, I never knew they even existed, and they tattooed me. I remember. They said, Oh, your name is such and such. No, it's 27,633. And the woman said, Say it. Say it. I couldn't say it. I don't know what numbers were. Never went to school, but she was so kind. She taught me. She said it again. She said, just say the words, say the words. And I did it, and I learned.  And she gave me a rag with cold water. She said, press it hard. Don't rub. It'll swell. I was there just about towards the end of the war. But one day, I got a package and it said, Happy sixth birthday. I'm six. I didn't know it. I said, Oh, my mother must be somewhere, and she's alive, because she gave me a package. It was a piece of bread, but I was going to save it until I'm dead. I imagine there's a little girl I'm going to be dying, dying, dying, like everybody is dying, but I won't, because I'll take that piece of bread and I'll eat it. I didn't know anything about bread getting stale. I know nothing about bread, so I remember keeping it here, just like that, because it was on a piece of string. In the middle of the night, rats came, ate up everything, tore my clothing, but they didn't touch me. Miracle. There were a number of miracles that, I should have been dead.  All I can tell you is, within a few weeks, something weird was going on at Auschwitz. I did not know. Terrible noise, terrible shooting. Dogs were barking, and the person who was in charge of us, it was always a kapo, an adult woman, was gone. The door was open, but we didn't dare open the door. We heard the dogs outside, and shooting. We were frightened and we were hungry. There wasn't even the little bit that we got every day, even that wasn't there.  And all of a sudden, the door opens, and my mother–I didn't know it was my mother–a woman comes in full of rags. She looks terrible. She looks around. Nobody's saying a word. She looks around, she looks around, she comes over to me, and she looks at me, and she bends down like on her knees a little bit. She says my name, and she says, You don't know me. I'm your mother. I thought to myself, my mother, she doesn't look like my mother. I only saw my mother six, seven months earlier, but she didn't look anything like it.  She just looked just, I can't even describe it. But she convinced me and listen to what she said. She looked at me. She said, You look like you can survive. Look at me. Her feet were swollen, and she said, listen, we're going to try to hide. We will either survive together or die together. What do you think? I said, I want to be with you. I don't care what. She takes my hand and we snuck, we didn't even have to sneak out because the door was open, but the other kids refused to leave. We were all so frightened, but somehow we got out.  She's walking. She's walking. Outside the dogs are barking. It's terrible. We're walking very close to the barracks, and she comes to a house, door. She walks. She must have had a plan. I didn't know that. And it's a hospital without doctors. All these people are screaming and crying and she goes from bed to bed. She touches everybody. I don't ask a question. And I'm wondering, why is she doing that?  She found a corpse that she liked. It was a corpse of a young woman, maybe twenty, now I look back at it to me, she was an adult, in the 20s, nice, nice looking woman who must have just died because she was warm. So she could manipulate her body. I remember my mother took off my shoes, picked me up, and she said, Listen, don't breathe. I'm going to cover you up. No matter what you hear–because she knew I couldn't see anything–what you hear don't get uncovered. Try to breathe into the ground.  She takes my face, she puts it towards the floor, and she manipulates my body, and she puts me very close to the corpse, and then she covers it up, and outside, you only see the head of the woman who died, and her hands, and her hands are holding like the blanket, so you can't see. All of a sudden, I can hear screaming and yelling. I don't move. I obey orders. And I can hear steps. I remember the steps, and somebody stopped, and I say to myself, Oh, I'm going to stop breathing. I stopped breathing. I was afraid that the blanket would move. Well, I just couldn't anymore.  The person walked away, and then screaming and yelling went on, I didn't move. And all of a sudden I smelled smoke, and I said, How can I not get uncovered? In the beginning, I still breathed very shallow, but I couldn't. And I said, I'll have to get uncovered to get air. And then all of a sudden, my mother pulls the blanket off me and says in Yiddish, they're gone. The Germans are gone. And she must have hidden with another corpse. And when I sit up in the bed, all these people have been hiding with other corpses. And in order to get out, they were pushing the corpses off the beds, so the corpses were flying everywhere, you know, while the people who were hidden under the corpses. So she says to me, come. I couldn't find my shoes, so I walked without and she takes my hand, and we were all walking. It was January 25, 1945. Germans have all gone. Taken with them, 50,000 people. Other people were just dying everywhere, and the Russians had not come yet. The Russians came two days later.  So we had two days inside the camp, without anybody, without the Germans. And we waited until they came, but there was electrified still. We couldn't get out. There was electricity everywhere. So we waited till the Russians came. And while we were standing by the barbed wires, I saw all these soldiers jump off trucks, and they were doing something with electricity. Then they could open the doors. And it was January 27 the liberation of Auschwitz, where children, whoever was left, was left. But many were in the process of dying, and you couldn't stop it.  Hundreds and hundreds of people died while the Russians were there, because you couldn't stop whatever they had, you know. And I remember, the Russians said, show us your number. Some kids were standing there. There's a picture of it, and I'm standing in front showing my number. And I'm talking for all the kids who didn't make it to that day. So thank you for listening.  Did I take too much time? I'm sorry.  Manya Brachear Pashman:   I don't think you can take too much time sharing that story. I know that there's so much more to share.  So many miracles, Tova. Tova Friedman:   Yes. Manya Brachear Pashman:  You have spent most of your adult life sharing your story to advance Holocaust education, and I'm curious what was the catalyst for that? Did someone ask you to share your story? Tova Friedman:   I tried to talk to people when I came to America. Because my teachers, I could read. I didn't go to school till I was 12. So I wanted to tell them why, but nobody heard me. Nobody cared. Nobody wanted to talk about it. But one day, when my oldest daughter was 15, she said to me, they're looking for a Holocaust survivor in school. Can you come to my class? That's how I started. Manya Brachear Pashman:   And then your grandson, many years later, introduced you to this thing called Tiktok, right? Tova Friedman:   I didn't know what Tiktok was because my daughter worked for a candy company called Tic Tac. You know the Tic Tac that you eat, the little white things that you have, like they make noise and stuff. So that's her company. Well, it's not her. She works for them. So I said to my son, what would a candy company be interested in the Holocaust? It's the same word. In fact, I still don't know the difference. Tik tok? Tic Tac? Manya Brachear Pashman:  Tic Tacs. Tova Friedman:   Tic Tac and TikTok? Manya Brachear Pashman:  Yes. Right, that's what you're on, TikTok. Tova Friedman:   A refugee is always a refugee. So he said to me, we had Shabbos dinner in his house, and he said, Can you give me two minutes? I said, Of course. He said, Just tell me something about yourself. Two minutes, because the people who are going to hear it have a two minute span. They can't listen to more than two minutes. I said, What should I say? Anything? Okay, my name and two minutes. Goes very quickly. And then all of a sudden, a half hour later, he said, people are interested. I said, what people? He said, on this. I said, on what?  You have a phone in your hand. What are they, who? And that's how it started. He first explained to me the system, what it means, and he got questions. He said, Would you like to answer the questions? I said, Who's asking? You know, I mean, I'm not in the generation of social media. I don't even have Facebook. I don't know any of that stuff. So he explained to me, he taught me, and he's very good at it. He's a wonderful guy. He's now 20. He's at WashU. And he became the person who's going to try to keep it going. Manya Brachear Pashman:   Well, your presence on Tiktok is really this wonderful, really, very innovative way of reaching people, of reaching young people, Jewish and non-Jewish. Tova Friedman: Right. Manya Brachear Pashman:   Lisa, you've come up with some unusual ways to reach young people. You were a middle school teacher until two years ago. Is that right? But you had this project where you had your students draw stick figures, and this was more than two decades ago when you started this. Can you tell us a little bit about the stick figures, which is like the polar opposite of Tiktok, but just as innovative?  Lise Marlowe:   So when I started teaching the Holocaust, and the first thing you say is 6 million Jews were murdered just for being Jewish, I realized the number did not shock students. I mean, it was sad, and they were empathetic, but the number 6 million…when we think about this generation and our sports heroes and our celebrities making millions of dollars, 6 million didn't sound like a big number. So at the time, I just had students take out a piece of paper and draw 20 stick figures across the paper. And to keep doing that for five minutes to see how many we could draw in five minutes. And my class, on the average, could draw, almost all of our elementary schools and middle schools in five minutes time, thousands of stick figures in five minutes time. And then the next day, when I went to my lesson, I'm teaching the Hitler's rise to power, one of my students stopped me and said, Wait, Mrs. Marlowe, aren't we going to draw stick figures? And I said, What do you mean?  And she said, Well, I went home and I talked to my grandmother, and the other students were jealous that we're drawing stick figures. And I think if we get together, my church and all of our friends, we pull together, I think we can draw 6 million. Tova Friedman: Wow.  Lise Marlowe:   And I said, you want to do this? And she said, Yes, I want to do that. So it warms my heart that every year I had hundreds and hundreds of students drawing stick figures, mostly not Jewish students. We are in a very diverse community in Shawnee school district, one of the most diverse in the state, mostly students of color, and I had them handing me in 1000s of stick figures every week, it covered our whole entire gym floor. And when I retired, sadly, we did not get to all the children, because we know 1.5 million children were murdered.  There was 1.6 million children to start with, and that means 94% of all the Jewish children were murdered in Europe, and we did not reach that milestone. And that shows that 6 million is a big number. And I have students like, you know, they're in their 30s and 40s now, who will always stop me on the street and say, did you get to 6 million. They always remember that's that project, and I have to, sadly tell them, we didn't even finish the children. Manya Brachear Pashman:   Tova, I would say that teaching is your side gig, right? You certainly have done so much to advance education, but professionally, you're a therapist, and I'm curious if your experience, your lived experience, has informed how you communicate with your patients? Tova Friedman:   I think it does. You know, to me, time has been always of essence. Time is the only thing we have. Money comes and goes. You look at the stock market. Tight now, it goes. Sometimes it goes up, sometimes it goes down. Time is the only thing. Once you lose it, it's done.  So when I get a therapist, that's how I always thought, because timing to me, like, how many people just died that didn't have the time, like those 6 million people that you drew. And the children, how much they could have accomplished, had they had time, right? Time was taken from them. So when I get a client, the first thing I say, listen, we're not going to be here forever. We're not going to sit and talk about your parents and your grandparents. Five years from now, you'll be able to maybe. No, it's going to be time-limited, and it's going to be quick. And you have to accept my style, or there's so many people who love having you for 10 years. I need 10 weeks or less.  That means that their goals, you accomplish them. I'm a little tough, and I say I'm not going to hold your hand, even if I could. I can't anymore because of COVID and because a lot of it is on Zoom. But even when I had them in my office, I said, I will not be a therapist who's going to sympathize, sympathize, sympathize. I'll sympathize for five minutes, then we're going to work. And a lot of people will say to me, Oh, that's exactly what I needed, somebody to really push me a little bit. I said, Yeah, but that's the way it's going to be.  And others say, Wow, you're a mean person. I don't want to want to be here. I said, there are hundreds of other therapists. So yes, Holocaust has taught me, eat it fast, or somebody else will take it. I'm sorry, but also that's one thing. But let's talk about the good things. This is good too, but. My degree was in gerontology, because Hitler was, that's the most vulnerable in our society.  You know, the elderly become alcoholics. Loneliness is among the elderly, financial issues. You know, loneliness is a killer. And I worked with the elderly to help them. I felt that's, that's the people that are sort of redundant. So that's where I worked with. I did it for years. And then I went to other age groups. I feel that my experience gives them courage.  You know, come on, come on. Let's do it. Try it. Don't worry. What can happen? What can happen if you speak to your to your father or to your mother and you say this and this, what can happen? In my mind, I said–I don't tell them that, and don't say I said that–I said there are no gas chambers here. So just you know, in my mind, I said, the consequences are minor, so let's do it. And it works. Manya Brachear Pashman:   And I wondered if it was the level, the level of trauma, pales in comparison to what you went through?  Tova Friedman:   No, no. Manya Brachear Pashman:   That's what I was wondering.  Tova Friedman:   I feel that every trauma is different than, you know. You can't say, Well, my foot hurts, and it's so, big deal. So your foot hurts, my two feet hurt. No. Every pain deserves a healing, even if it's a little toe, it deserves it. And I take it very seriously. Most clients don't know about me, hopefully. I don't talk about anything personal. But I'm a little bit, you know, we don't have time on this earth. Let's make it as good as possible.  Manya Brachear Pashman:   Thank you, thank you for sharing that. Lisa, I want to ask about your family, about your great grandmother's efforts. She was not Jewish, but she saved thousands of Jews in Denmark, and I'm curious how that story was passed down in your family. Lise Marlowe:   So I started learning the Holocaust at a very young age, because my grandfather was from Denmark, and he actually fought against the Nazis for the Danish Navy, and he would share with me how his mother rescued Jews in boats, in fishing boats, and take them to Sweden. And I never really heard that story before. And I was able to go to Denmark and go to Sweden and do more research. And I learned that she was actually the editor of Land of Folk newspaper, which was a major resistance newspaper. 23 million copies were given out secretly to make sure that people knew what was happening. But I was so proud, you know, being Jewish that my non-Jewish side of my family helped to rescue people, and I think it really helped me with the work that I do now, and standing up, and social justice, that's always been a passion of mine, and I think just her story inspired me to stand up for others. And they literally saved 99% of the population by getting them to Sweden. And it's really a truly heroic story that's not told that much. But the Danish people, if you ask them, they're very humble, and their attitude is, it's what people are supposed to do. So I'm just very proud of that Danish heritage.  Tova Friedman:   Do you think that their king or something has something to do with it? Leaders? Tell me about that? Lise Marlowe:   It's a myth, right, that King Christian wore a Jewish star. He did say, if the Nazis require our Danish Jewish people to wear the star, I will wear it with the highest dignity. Along with my family. And Danish people didn't treat the Jews as the other. They considered them their friends and their neighbors, and that's why they did what they did.  Tova Friedman: Wonderful.  Lise Marlowe:   They didn't see them as the other, which is such an incredible lesson to teach students.  Tova Friedman: Yes, yeah. Manya Brachear Pashman:   Preserving these stories is so important, your experiences. Have you witnessed as lasting an effort to preserve the stories and pass down the stories of the righteous among us, like your great grandmother. And I ask you both this question, is it as important? Tova Friedman:   I think it's, you know, Israel, there is this wonderful, in Yad Vashem, the big museum, there's a whole avenue of the righteous. You know, I ask myself, what would I do if my family would be in danger in order to save somebody else, and the answer is, I don't know. But I am so utterly amazed that people do that. And there are many–well, not enough–but this is very impressive, your story, and I would love to learn. I don't know the answer, what separates one person from the other, that one is selfless and looks at humanity and one only at their own families?  I wish some studies would be done and so forth. Because we have to do something right now. We are now considered the others. You know, we are, in this world, all over Europe, except, ironically, not in Germany. I was in Germany, and I spoke to German kids, high school kids in German. I didn't know I knew German. I just got up and I saw they were trying so hard to understand. I had an interpreter, and I didn't understand the interpreter. And I said, Let me try. Let me try. I speak Yiddish fluently and German a little bit like that. Also, I lived three years in Germany, so I didn't speak it, but it must have come into my head. And do you know what they did after my speech? 250 kids? They came over. They apologized. I mean, they're a generation separated. I went to Dachau, where my father was, and there were two women whose parents or grandparents were Nazis, and they said to me, we're dedicating our entire life to preserve this Dachau andcamp and and they they have, they give talks and Everything, because my family killed your family, but they admit it. So right now, Germany has laws against it. But what about the rest of the world? What's happening in America? So I would love to know how the Danish did that. It's a wonderful story. It makes your heart feel good, you know. Thank you for the story. Lise Marlowe:   I would just add, the survivors we have today were the children who survived, right? Most of the adults are gone. And they were the hidden children. And most of them were hidden by non-Jewish people. Actually, all of them were. The Catholic Church, a farm lady, you know, who said, she took kindness on them. So you know, the hidden children were mostly hidden by non-Jewish people in terms of the righteous of the nations. Manya Brachear Pashman:   Thank you both so much for your insights. This has been a really illuminating conversation.  If you missed last week's episode, be sure to tune in for my conversation with AJC Chief Policy and Political Affairs Advisor Jason Isaacson, about legacy of the 2015 Iran Nuclear Deal, the U.S. withdrawal from that deal in 2018, and Iran's dangerous stockpiling of uranium that's getting them closer to nuclear weapons capabilities. You can also listen to our latest episode about the impact of Pope Francis on Jewish-Catholic relations. From April 27-29, 2025, we will be at AJC Global Forum in New York City. Join American Jewish Committee (AJC) and over 2,000 committed activists at the premier global Jewish advocacy conference of the year. After the horrific attack on October 7, 2023, and in this fraught moment for the global Jewish community, escalating threats worldwide underscore the importance of our mission. All who care about the fate of the Jewish people, Israel, and the values of the civilized world must respond now with action, urgency, and resolve. If ever there was a time to stand up and be counted, that time is now. Your voice is needed now more than ever.  If you won't be with us in person, you can tune into the webcast at AJC.org/GlobalForum2025.  

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 A disillusioned lifestyle gets renewed with incestuous love.by Jism786. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. As a twenty-year-old, after a year in college, I had become very disillusioned with my prospects. Not only was I failing my classes, but I felt like a little cog in a big machine, a machine designed to extract money from people like me. However, my parents had high expectations, and I didn't want to disappoint them. After much consideration, I figured I would take a semester off to figure things out. As expected, my parents were not only disappointed but angry as well.“So, what the hell are you going to do?” my father asked.“ I don't know yet,” I replied.As I retreated to my room, my father yelled, “Maybe you should join the marines, that way you can get your shit straight!”I wanted to cry something back, but I really didn't have anything to say. It also didn't help that my dad was an old, hard-ass marine. The next few weeks were hell. My parents were unrelenting and reminded me about my shortcomings daily. I had gotten a job at a local insurance agency, but I felt like my parents didn't want me in their house anymore. I had always been an outdoors person, and the situation was becoming unbearable. I tried to stay out of the house as much as possible. Every day, there was an argument about how school was the only option and how I had to either go back or start thinking about moving out.All this bickering finally subsided the day my dad got a phone call from his sister. My Uncle James had passed away due to a heart attack, and we had to fly over to pay our final farewell to my Uncle James. It wasn't a long flight considering it was from California to Idaho. It was nice to see my cousin and my Aunt after such a long time, three years to be exact. It was sad to see them in their misery, but I really loved them and was glad I could be there with them.My Uncle had been a very reserved man, and I had grown to like him over the years, but I never really knew him all that well. My Aunt, on the other hand, had always been very loving and motherly. She had the warmth that came from working with animals and was always very polite. My cousin Megan was twenty-three and attending school on the east coast. She had flown back as soon as she had heard about her father. She was older than me by four years, but she had always seemed much older to me. She had always been wise beyond her years and had always been a full-grown woman in my eyes.We arrived Friday night and were planning to leave Sunday night after the funeral. Pleasantries and condolences were exchanged, as expected, that first night. The older folk, including my parents, talked with my Aunt and other family members far into the night. I, on the other hand, decided to turn in early. I was given my Uncle's old study, and I found it very hard to sleep. The man had passed away, yet there were traces of his existence all around me. Mercifully, I dozed to sleep.The next morning I awoke to my father's hand gently shaking me. “John wake up.” It was hard to stay asleep with his big bear paw on my shoulder. “Listen,” he said as I turned to see him. “I know lately I've been riding you pretty hard and I'm sorry. I know you'll figure it out and I just want you know that I've got your back no matter what you choose to do,” he finished with a smile. The talk last night must have really opened his eyes to how fleeting life really was. I was still half asleep, but I felt a significant weight lift off my shoulders, both literally and emotionally. “Now get up, we have some work to do,” he finished. Although I didn't admit it to myself, I knew deep inside what work he had in mind. Every time we visited my Aunt, we ended up helping around the farm. Unlike back home, where the day started at 7 or 8 am, it started at 5 or 6 am here. I got my clothes and jacket and followed my dad as we headed out towards the small field behind my Aunt's barn.Our family has always grown in or around farms, so farm work was second nature to my father. On the other hand, I was less experienced, but I was willing to jump right in. Being on my father's good side renewed my attitude on life. Soon we were milking the small herd of cows my Uncle and Aunt owned. By the time we were done, my forearms felt sore. My dad laughed as he watched me open and close my hand.“She had some hard tits that one,” I said jokingly.“Yeah that's why I let you have that one,” he replied. “Your Uncle really like that cow. He used to say it was the best damn cow he had ever owned,” he said while looking back at the herd.I also looked around and could see the steam rising from the cows' backs. The mornings here truly felt magical. The sky was golden as the sun rose over the hilltops. The calves suckled quietly on their mothers'. It was a beautiful scene, to say the least.By the time we got back to the house, the women had already started breakfast. The place was bustling with people as neighbors and friends came to offer their condolences. The rest of the day went just like that. People coming and leaving while my Aunt tried her best to remain a good hostess.Tomorrow would be my Uncle's funeral, and it was really starting to set in that he was really gone. Late that evening, a small circle of men sat around a fire outside my Aunt's house. I could see they were all men who were a lot like my Uncle, landowners, and men of integrity. My dad was talking to them, and I decided to join them. They spoke of my Uncle and the kind of man he was, telling stories about some of his crazy ideas and sayings.All in all, it was a good feeling as I learned more about the man who I knew so little about. I soon found out that my Uncle had not only been a good husband to my Aunt but a perfect friend to all of them. He had, at one time or another, helped each one of these men. They were saddened to have lost him so soon. He had only been 46. My Aunt was only 40.Soon the talk took a somber tone as one man asked my father, “Has Rose told you was she plans to do with the farm?”“No, not yet,” my father replied calmly. “I will talk to her before I go and make sure she has what she needs. In any case she's a strong woman and she has that going for her,” he finished as he took a drink from his beer.After a few seconds, my dad spoke again. “In any case, I think John might stay here with her for a while.” I had my eyes fixated on the fire this whole time but processed what he had said. “What about it?,” asked my dad as he patted my back.“Sounds like a plan.” I replied, wondering if he was drunk.With that being said, the men eased back on their chairs watched the fire before them. I stood up and went to take a piss. I walked behind an old tractor that had been there for as long as I could remember, unleashing a small torrent on the side of one of the rear wheels.“You could go inside and do that,” I heard my cousin Megan's voice in the dark.Quickly I zipped up my jeans and looked up to where the voice was coming from. My cousin was lying on her back on top of the engine compartment of the tractor.“I'm sorry,” I muttered, embarrassed.Hearing my voice, she quickly turned to see me. “Oh, its you…” she said, surprised.I tried kicking some dirt over the little pond I had created. The last thing I wanted was for my cousin to smell was my piss. She smiled only slightly.“I wonder what my mom would think…” she started, “she used to yell at my dad for peeing on that exact same spot you know,” she said sadly.I noticed the distinct difference in some of the grass's color by the tractor's rear and front wheel. When I looked back up at Megan, I could see her eyes watering and knew she was trying not to cry. She slowly turned around, and I stood there wondering what to do. My eyes wandered up and down her small frame. She had always been a looker. She had her mother's brown wavy hair and a pretty face to go with it. She was shorter than her mom but had inherited the wide hips and ample bust that she always tried to hide by wearing a sweater.“I'm sorry about your dad,” I said slowly.“Thanks,” she said, still facing away.Without a word, I climbed up the side of the tractor and leaned over her. She was sniffling, and the hood of her sweater covered her face. Gently I kissed the only visible part of her cheek. She smiled, and I jumped back off the side of the old beast. I headed back to the house a little relieved and feeling generally good about myself.The next morning we had the funeral. The entire day was a sad ordeal. I soon realized how much I hated seeing my mom and aunt cry. My dad had an arm around my Aunt, but her shoulders still shook hard. I didn't feel like crying but watching my mother sob broke my composure, and I could feel my eyes watering. My cousin was sobbing uncontrollably, and I was glad her friends around her. She had always been daddy's little girl, and now she was reeling, having seen her father's casket buried. We stayed there hours after the funeral had ended, and I couldn't help but contemplate all the changes death brought.On the way back home, my father and I talked about what he had said yesterday. I had given it very little thought, considering he had been a little tipsy, but now I saw he was earnest. We had a long discussion about how it might be useful if I stayed with my Aunt for a few weeks, and I couldn't help but agree. I really was perfect for the task. I had nothing waiting for me back home, and I was grateful for a change in scenery. Being able to get my father off my back was another blessing that sealed the deal. My father didn't waste any time proposing the idea to my Aunt about me staying.The first thing out of her mouth was, “Don't you have school?”I smiled and replied, “Not for a couple of months.”It was the truth… school had ended, and she didn't need to know that I planned on skipping next semester. On the other hand, my cousin would be heading back as soon as she could find a flight. She had signed up for the summer session and needed to be back at school that same week. After some discourse, it was agreed that I would stay.My father took me aside and informed me that he would be depositing some funds to help with the expenses. I was glad, considering I had only a few hundred dollars from my last job. Hours later, my parents got their things ready for their morning flight, and I once again turned in earlier than usual. I spent the next couple of minutes thinking about what the next days would bring. I would be staying with my recently widowed Aunt on a small farm… freedom, at last, I thought.The next morning I awoke to the sound of my parents leaving. I kissed my mother goodbye and hugged my dad for a long time.“Take good care of her,” he said in his deep voice.“I will Dad,” I replied.My Aunt had always been very close to my dad, and I could feel the weight behind his request. She hugged each of them as well, and my mom finished by saying, “You give me a call if he gives you any trouble, and don't be afraid to smack him if he acts up…. you have my permission.”She said, smiling. “I wouldn't dream of it,” my Aunt Rose answered as she looked at me lovingly.I waved them goodbye as the cab pulled away. When I turned around, my Aunt was in the doorway smiling at me. She opened her arms, and soon I found myself pressing willingly into the softness of her breasts.That day I spent most of the time cleaning around the house and farm; my Aunt spent it indoors, mainly. I found it incredibly difficult to talk to her about my Uncle, and I was dreading the fact that my cousin would be leaving the very next day. The day flew by as I explored the farm and the rest of the grounds. I could see myself falling in love with this lifestyle.The next day, I drove my cousin to the airport, and it was now time to say goodbye.“Take good care of my mom John,” Megan told me.“Don't worry I will…” I answered reassuringly.Megan had suggested to my Aunt that she'd stay a while longer. But my Aunt would have nothing of it.“No Megan you need to finish up your schoolwork and besides I'll be fine with John here.”And so it was. My cousin flew back east to finish her classes, and I became my Aunt's only company.The next few days consisted of me getting accustomed to the routine. Surprisingly, my Aunt knew as much if not more than my father about tending the farm. I found myself following her lead most of the time. As the days went on, I found myself more and more comfortable around her. In the days following the funeral, we had become close friends. I recounted my stories about past girlfriends, and my Aunt told me how she and my Uncle had met. On some days, I could see the sadness in her eyes, and I tried my best to keep her spirits high. Slowly I began to grow more and more fond of her.The next morning I noticed I had no clothes left in my suitcase. I had only packed for a few days, and now I was shit out of luck. I tried looking for the jeans I had worn the day before, but I didn't see them anywhere. I only had the pair of briefs I had fallen asleep with, and to make matters worse, they had multiple holes around the elastic band. I stayed in my room for a little while, wondering what to do.However, after a while, I heard my Aunt yell from the kitchen, “John what do you want for breakfast!?”“Anything is fine by me aunt Rose!” I yelled back.A few minutes later, I heard her yell again, “Breakfast is almost ready!”I yelled back, “Ummm I can't find my jeans…”A couple seconds passed, and I was about to yell again when I heard her say, “Oh honey I think they are all in the wash. They're almost done but you better get in here before your breakfast gets cold,” she said, finally.I searched the room for a towel but found none.“You do have underwear right?” I heard her yell down the hall again.“Yeah,” I replied. I was glad my morning woody was gone because the thought of going to the kitchen with only my ‘tighty whiteys' was quite frightening.I tried to make it to my seat at the table before my Aunt turned around, but I was too late.“Oh honey, you don't wear boxers?” she asked, smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron.“Umm no, I don't really like them,” I replied while my hands desperately trying to cover my manhood.“I'm sorry Honey, I didn't know those were all your jeans. I would have left one had I known.” she informed me.“Its okay Aunt Rose, I appreciate you washing them.” I replied. My embarrassment had already been too high, but now I could feel my face turning red.She started scrambling some eggs while in her pj's, and I could not help but stare at her ass as she did this. Her pj's were probably not designed to be sexy for all intents and purposes, but her ass was so plump and voluptuous that it stretched the fabric slightly, and I could almost picture her naked through it. I didn't think I could be more embarrassed, but being only in briefs while watching her cook awoke my cock faster than any porno I had ever watched. I only hoped I didn't have to stand up soon.“Honey, can you get me the flour that's behind you in that cupboard, I'm going to make some pancakes,” she said.“Oh, that's okay Aunt Rose, I don't want any pancakes,” I replied, hoping she wouldn't ask me to get something else.“Well I do, so if you could please,” she said.I stood up quickly and started looking through the pantry. To my horror, I couldn't find it.“Baby, you know you have a hole in your underwear?” she asked teasingly.“Yeah,” I said, more embarrassed than ever.Finally, I found the flour and turned around quickly so that she couldn't see the hole any longer. I thought about tossing the flour box to her but decided against it. I walked quickly, trying to cover my crotch area with the flour box, trying not to be too obvious. When I got close to her, I extended it to her.“How bout you help me make them,” she said. It was now that I noticed that she was relishing in my discomfort. She had a hint of defiance in her eyes. I tried not to think about anything sexual, but my cock throbbed as I saw the cleavage.“I don't really know how to make them,” I said, trying to save myself from being so exposed.“That's okay, I'll teach you,” she replied quickly.She grabbed the box out of my hand, and then I saw her eyes shift down towards my pulsating cock. I looked down to see how clear my condition was; it was worse than I could imagine to my horror. My cock had become so hard and hot that I had not noticed the dark pulsating head peeking over the elastic band of my underwear.“Oh My!” my Aunt said almost in a whisper.Her left hand was covering her cleavage while the other hand still held the spatula. I rushed to cover it up with my hands, but the damage was done. I turned to run, but my Aunt caught my arm.“Honey, honey its okay,” she said quickly yet lovingly. “Just get a towel from that counter over there and umm, try covering up as best you can.” she said in the same tender tone.I made my way to the towel and went back to the table with the towel wrapped around my waist. I must have been a sad site sitting there at the table with my face in my hands.“Honey its okay,” I heard my Aunt say again as she slid a plate in front of me.I couldn't bring myself to look at her, and I wouldn't have had she not pleaded with me, “Look at me baby.”I slowly looked up to see her beautiful face. She was leaning over the table, and her cleavage was impossible not to look at. I was utterly hopeless, and she must have thought this as well because she let out a smile when she caught my stare.“I got an idea,” she sprung up all of a sudden.She turned around and untied her apron, then to my disbelief, she slid her shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see the sides of her breasts even as she faced away from me. Slowly she turned around, and my mouth dropped while my cock throbbed with renewed vigor.“See, now we are even,” she said smiling. She sat down across the table, and her tits swayed slightly as she set her plate before her. “Honey, you might be able to chew your food better if you close your mouth now and again,” she said coyly.I roused myself and tried to concentrate on my food. But kept looking up at Aunt Rose's incredible, round, soft tits sitting in front of me. Her nipples were timid now, but I could see them springing forward if given enough attention. Her aureoles were a shade darker than the rest of her skin, making it a little harder to breathe. She had a distinct tan line around her breasts. I wanted to fondle them more than ever and tuck my hand underneath them to feel their weight. Soon, however, breakfast was over, and my Aunt put her shirt back on.“Better not tell your dad… or your mom,” she said jokingly.“I won't,” I managed to say, my embarrassment virtually gone.“Now you better get out there and work some of that energy off,” she pointed cautiously at my crotch as she said this.“Will do,” I replied.“And one more thing hon,” she said as I started to walk out of the kitchen, “we need to get you some new underwear and jeans.”I managed to let out a small laugh and say, “Yeah I know.”[to be continued in ‘Mating Season']by Jism786 for Literotica

 A disillusioned lifestyle gets renewed with incestuous love.by Jism786. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. As a twenty-year-old, after a year in college, I had become very disillusioned with my prospects. Not only was I failing my classes, but I felt like a little cog in a big machine, a machine designed to extract money from people like me. However, my parents had high expectations, and I didn't want to disappoint them. After much consideration, I figured I would take a semester off to figure things out. As expected, my parents were not only disappointed but angry as well.“So, what the hell are you going to do?” my father asked.“ I don't know yet,” I replied.As I retreated to my room, my father yelled, “Maybe you should join the marines, that way you can get your shit straight!”I wanted to cry something back, but I really didn't have anything to say. It also didn't help that my dad was an old, hard-ass marine. The next few weeks were hell. My parents were unrelenting and reminded me about my shortcomings daily. I had gotten a job at a local insurance agency, but I felt like my parents didn't want me in their house anymore. I had always been an outdoors person, and the situation was becoming unbearable. I tried to stay out of the house as much as possible. Every day, there was an argument about how school was the only option and how I had to either go back or start thinking about moving out.All this bickering finally subsided the day my dad got a phone call from his sister. My Uncle James had passed away due to a heart attack, and we had to fly over to pay our final farewell to my Uncle James. It wasn't a long flight considering it was from California to Idaho. It was nice to see my cousin and my Aunt after such a long time, three years to be exact. It was sad to see them in their misery, but I really loved them and was glad I could be there with them.My Uncle had been a very reserved man, and I had grown to like him over the years, but I never really knew him all that well. My Aunt, on the other hand, had always been very loving and motherly. She had the warmth that came from working with animals and was always very polite. My cousin Megan was twenty-three and attending school on the east coast. She had flown back as soon as she had heard about her father. She was older than me by four years, but she had always seemed much older to me. She had always been wise beyond her years and had always been a full-grown woman in my eyes.We arrived Friday night and were planning to leave Sunday night after the funeral. Pleasantries and condolences were exchanged, as expected, that first night. The older folk, including my parents, talked with my Aunt and other family members far into the night. I, on the other hand, decided to turn in early. I was given my Uncle's old study, and I found it very hard to sleep. The man had passed away, yet there were traces of his existence all around me. Mercifully, I dozed to sleep.The next morning I awoke to my father's hand gently shaking me. “John wake up.” It was hard to stay asleep with his big bear paw on my shoulder. “Listen,” he said as I turned to see him. “I know lately I've been riding you pretty hard and I'm sorry. I know you'll figure it out and I just want you know that I've got your back no matter what you choose to do,” he finished with a smile. The talk last night must have really opened his eyes to how fleeting life really was. I was still half asleep, but I felt a significant weight lift off my shoulders, both literally and emotionally. “Now get up, we have some work to do,” he finished. Although I didn't admit it to myself, I knew deep inside what work he had in mind. Every time we visited my Aunt, we ended up helping around the farm. Unlike back home, where the day started at 7 or 8 am, it started at 5 or 6 am here. I got my clothes and jacket and followed my dad as we headed out towards the small field behind my Aunt's barn.Our family has always grown in or around farms, so farm work was second nature to my father. On the other hand, I was less experienced, but I was willing to jump right in. Being on my father's good side renewed my attitude on life. Soon we were milking the small herd of cows my Uncle and Aunt owned. By the time we were done, my forearms felt sore. My dad laughed as he watched me open and close my hand.“She had some hard tits that one,” I said jokingly.“Yeah that's why I let you have that one,” he replied. “Your Uncle really like that cow. He used to say it was the best damn cow he had ever owned,” he said while looking back at the herd.I also looked around and could see the steam rising from the cows' backs. The mornings here truly felt magical. The sky was golden as the sun rose over the hilltops. The calves suckled quietly on their mothers'. It was a beautiful scene, to say the least.By the time we got back to the house, the women had already started breakfast. The place was bustling with people as neighbors and friends came to offer their condolences. The rest of the day went just like that. People coming and leaving while my Aunt tried her best to remain a good hostess.Tomorrow would be my Uncle's funeral, and it was really starting to set in that he was really gone. Late that evening, a small circle of men sat around a fire outside my Aunt's house. I could see they were all men who were a lot like my Uncle, landowners, and men of integrity. My dad was talking to them, and I decided to join them. They spoke of my Uncle and the kind of man he was, telling stories about some of his crazy ideas and sayings.All in all, it was a good feeling as I learned more about the man who I knew so little about. I soon found out that my Uncle had not only been a good husband to my Aunt but a perfect friend to all of them. He had, at one time or another, helped each one of these men. They were saddened to have lost him so soon. He had only been 46. My Aunt was only 40.Soon the talk took a somber tone as one man asked my father, “Has Rose told you was she plans to do with the farm?”“No, not yet,” my father replied calmly. “I will talk to her before I go and make sure she has what she needs. In any case she's a strong woman and she has that going for her,” he finished as he took a drink from his beer.After a few seconds, my dad spoke again. “In any case, I think John might stay here with her for a while.” I had my eyes fixated on the fire this whole time but processed what he had said. “What about it?,” asked my dad as he patted my back.“Sounds like a plan.” I replied, wondering if he was drunk.With that being said, the men eased back on their chairs watched the fire before them. I stood up and went to take a piss. I walked behind an old tractor that had been there for as long as I could remember, unleashing a small torrent on the side of one of the rear wheels.“You could go inside and do that,” I heard my cousin Megan's voice in the dark.Quickly I zipped up my jeans and looked up to where the voice was coming from. My cousin was lying on her back on top of the engine compartment of the tractor.“I'm sorry,” I muttered, embarrassed.Hearing my voice, she quickly turned to see me. “Oh, its you…” she said, surprised.I tried kicking some dirt over the little pond I had created. The last thing I wanted was for my cousin to smell was my piss. She smiled only slightly.“I wonder what my mom would think…” she started, “she used to yell at my dad for peeing on that exact same spot you know,” she said sadly.I noticed the distinct difference in some of the grass's color by the tractor's rear and front wheel. When I looked back up at Megan, I could see her eyes watering and knew she was trying not to cry. She slowly turned around, and I stood there wondering what to do. My eyes wandered up and down her small frame. She had always been a looker. She had her mother's brown wavy hair and a pretty face to go with it. She was shorter than her mom but had inherited the wide hips and ample bust that she always tried to hide by wearing a sweater.“I'm sorry about your dad,” I said slowly.“Thanks,” she said, still facing away.Without a word, I climbed up the side of the tractor and leaned over her. She was sniffling, and the hood of her sweater covered her face. Gently I kissed the only visible part of her cheek. She smiled, and I jumped back off the side of the old beast. I headed back to the house a little relieved and feeling generally good about myself.The next morning we had the funeral. The entire day was a sad ordeal. I soon realized how much I hated seeing my mom and aunt cry. My dad had an arm around my Aunt, but her shoulders still shook hard. I didn't feel like crying but watching my mother sob broke my composure, and I could feel my eyes watering. My cousin was sobbing uncontrollably, and I was glad her friends around her. She had always been daddy's little girl, and now she was reeling, having seen her father's casket buried. We stayed there hours after the funeral had ended, and I couldn't help but contemplate all the changes death brought.On the way back home, my father and I talked about what he had said yesterday. I had given it very little thought, considering he had been a little tipsy, but now I saw he was earnest. We had a long discussion about how it might be useful if I stayed with my Aunt for a few weeks, and I couldn't help but agree. I really was perfect for the task. I had nothing waiting for me back home, and I was grateful for a change in scenery. Being able to get my father off my back was another blessing that sealed the deal. My father didn't waste any time proposing the idea to my Aunt about me staying.The first thing out of her mouth was, “Don't you have school?”I smiled and replied, “Not for a couple of months.”It was the truth… school had ended, and she didn't need to know that I planned on skipping next semester. On the other hand, my cousin would be heading back as soon as she could find a flight. She had signed up for the summer session and needed to be back at school that same week. After some discourse, it was agreed that I would stay.My father took me aside and informed me that he would be depositing some funds to help with the expenses. I was glad, considering I had only a few hundred dollars from my last job. Hours later, my parents got their things ready for their morning flight, and I once again turned in earlier than usual. I spent the next couple of minutes thinking about what the next days would bring. I would be staying with my recently widowed Aunt on a small farm… freedom, at last, I thought.The next morning I awoke to the sound of my parents leaving. I kissed my mother goodbye and hugged my dad for a long time.“Take good care of her,” he said in his deep voice.“I will Dad,” I replied.My Aunt had always been very close to my dad, and I could feel the weight behind his request. She hugged each of them as well, and my mom finished by saying, “You give me a call if he gives you any trouble, and don't be afraid to smack him if he acts up…. you have my permission.”She said, smiling. “I wouldn't dream of it,” my Aunt Rose answered as she looked at me lovingly.I waved them goodbye as the cab pulled away. When I turned around, my Aunt was in the doorway smiling at me. She opened her arms, and soon I found myself pressing willingly into the softness of her breasts.That day I spent most of the time cleaning around the house and farm; my Aunt spent it indoors, mainly. I found it incredibly difficult to talk to her about my Uncle, and I was dreading the fact that my cousin would be leaving the very next day. The day flew by as I explored the farm and the rest of the grounds. I could see myself falling in love with this lifestyle.The next day, I drove my cousin to the airport, and it was now time to say goodbye.“Take good care of my mom John,” Megan told me.“Don't worry I will…” I answered reassuringly.Megan had suggested to my Aunt that she'd stay a while longer. But my Aunt would have nothing of it.“No Megan you need to finish up your schoolwork and besides I'll be fine with John here.”And so it was. My cousin flew back east to finish her classes, and I became my Aunt's only company.The next few days consisted of me getting accustomed to the routine. Surprisingly, my Aunt knew as much if not more than my father about tending the farm. I found myself following her lead most of the time. As the days went on, I found myself more and more comfortable around her. In the days following the funeral, we had become close friends. I recounted my stories about past girlfriends, and my Aunt told me how she and my Uncle had met. On some days, I could see the sadness in her eyes, and I tried my best to keep her spirits high. Slowly I began to grow more and more fond of her.The next morning I noticed I had no clothes left in my suitcase. I had only packed for a few days, and now I was shit out of luck. I tried looking for the jeans I had worn the day before, but I didn't see them anywhere. I only had the pair of briefs I had fallen asleep with, and to make matters worse, they had multiple holes around the elastic band. I stayed in my room for a little while, wondering what to do.However, after a while, I heard my Aunt yell from the kitchen, “John what do you want for breakfast!?”“Anything is fine by me aunt Rose!” I yelled back.A few minutes later, I heard her yell again, “Breakfast is almost ready!”I yelled back, “Ummm I can't find my jeans…”A couple seconds passed, and I was about to yell again when I heard her say, “Oh honey I think they are all in the wash. They're almost done but you better get in here before your breakfast gets cold,” she said, finally.I searched the room for a towel but found none.“You do have underwear right?” I heard her yell down the hall again.“Yeah,” I replied. I was glad my morning woody was gone because the thought of going to the kitchen with only my ‘tighty whiteys' was quite frightening.I tried to make it to my seat at the table before my Aunt turned around, but I was too late.“Oh honey, you don't wear boxers?” she asked, smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron.“Umm no, I don't really like them,” I replied while my hands desperately trying to cover my manhood.“I'm sorry Honey, I didn't know those were all your jeans. I would have left one had I known.” she informed me.“Its okay Aunt Rose, I appreciate you washing them.” I replied. My embarrassment had already been too high, but now I could feel my face turning red.She started scrambling some eggs while in her pj's, and I could not help but stare at her ass as she did this. Her pj's were probably not designed to be sexy for all intents and purposes, but her ass was so plump and voluptuous that it stretched the fabric slightly, and I could almost picture her naked through it. I didn't think I could be more embarrassed, but being only in briefs while watching her cook awoke my cock faster than any porno I had ever watched. I only hoped I didn't have to stand up soon.“Honey, can you get me the flour that's behind you in that cupboard, I'm going to make some pancakes,” she said.“Oh, that's okay Aunt Rose, I don't want any pancakes,” I replied, hoping she wouldn't ask me to get something else.“Well I do, so if you could please,” she said.I stood up quickly and started looking through the pantry. To my horror, I couldn't find it.“Baby, you know you have a hole in your underwear?” she asked teasingly.“Yeah,” I said, more embarrassed than ever.Finally, I found the flour and turned around quickly so that she couldn't see the hole any longer. I thought about tossing the flour box to her but decided against it. I walked quickly, trying to cover my crotch area with the flour box, trying not to be too obvious. When I got close to her, I extended it to her.“How bout you help me make them,” she said. It was now that I noticed that she was relishing in my discomfort. She had a hint of defiance in her eyes. I tried not to think about anything sexual, but my cock throbbed as I saw the cleavage.“I don't really know how to make them,” I said, trying to save myself from being so exposed.“That's okay, I'll teach you,” she replied quickly.She grabbed the box out of my hand, and then I saw her eyes shift down towards my pulsating cock. I looked down to see how clear my condition was; it was worse than I could imagine to my horror. My cock had become so hard and hot that I had not noticed the dark pulsating head peeking over the elastic band of my underwear.“Oh My!” my Aunt said almost in a whisper.Her left hand was covering her cleavage while the other hand still held the spatula. I rushed to cover it up with my hands, but the damage was done. I turned to run, but my Aunt caught my arm.“Honey, honey its okay,” she said quickly yet lovingly. “Just get a towel from that counter over there and umm, try covering up as best you can.” she said in the same tender tone.I made my way to the towel and went back to the table with the towel wrapped around my waist. I must have been a sad site sitting there at the table with my face in my hands.“Honey its okay,” I heard my Aunt say again as she slid a plate in front of me.I couldn't bring myself to look at her, and I wouldn't have had she not pleaded with me, “Look at me baby.”I slowly looked up to see her beautiful face. She was leaning over the table, and her cleavage was impossible not to look at. I was utterly hopeless, and she must have thought this as well because she let out a smile when she caught my stare.“I got an idea,” she sprung up all of a sudden.She turned around and untied her apron, then to my disbelief, she slid her shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see the sides of her breasts even as she faced away from me. Slowly she turned around, and my mouth dropped while my cock throbbed with renewed vigor.“See, now we are even,” she said smiling. She sat down across the table, and her tits swayed slightly as she set her plate before her. “Honey, you might be able to chew your food better if you close your mouth now and again,” she said coyly.I roused myself and tried to concentrate on my food. But kept looking up at Aunt Rose's incredible, round, soft tits sitting in front of me. Her nipples were timid now, but I could see them springing forward if given enough attention. Her aureoles were a shade darker than the rest of her skin, making it a little harder to breathe. She had a distinct tan line around her breasts. I wanted to fondle them more than ever and tuck my hand underneath them to feel their weight. Soon, however, breakfast was over, and my Aunt put her shirt back on.“Better not tell your dad… or your mom,” she said jokingly.“I won't,” I managed to say, my embarrassment virtually gone.“Now you better get out there and work some of that energy off,” she pointed cautiously at my crotch as she said this.“Will do,” I replied.“And one more thing hon,” she said as I started to walk out of the kitchen, “we need to get you some new underwear and jeans.”I managed to let out a small laugh and say, “Yeah I know.”[to be continued in ‘Mating Season']by Jism786 for Literotica

 A disillusioned lifestyle gets renewed with incestuous love.by Jism786. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. As a twenty-year-old, after a year in college, I had become very disillusioned with my prospects. Not only was I failing my classes, but I felt like a little cog in a big machine, a machine designed to extract money from people like me. However, my parents had high expectations, and I didn't want to disappoint them. After much consideration, I figured I would take a semester off to figure things out. As expected, my parents were not only disappointed but angry as well.“So, what the hell are you going to do?” my father asked.“ I don't know yet,” I replied.As I retreated to my room, my father yelled, “Maybe you should join the marines, that way you can get your shit straight!”I wanted to cry something back, but I really didn't have anything to say. It also didn't help that my dad was an old, hard-ass marine. The next few weeks were hell. My parents were unrelenting and reminded me about my shortcomings daily. I had gotten a job at a local insurance agency, but I felt like my parents didn't want me in their house anymore. I had always been an outdoors person, and the situation was becoming unbearable. I tried to stay out of the house as much as possible. Every day, there was an argument about how school was the only option and how I had to either go back or start thinking about moving out.All this bickering finally subsided the day my dad got a phone call from his sister. My Uncle James had passed away due to a heart attack, and we had to fly over to pay our final farewell to my Uncle James. It wasn't a long flight considering it was from California to Idaho. It was nice to see my cousin and my Aunt after such a long time, three years to be exact. It was sad to see them in their misery, but I really loved them and was glad I could be there with them.My Uncle had been a very reserved man, and I had grown to like him over the years, but I never really knew him all that well. My Aunt, on the other hand, had always been very loving and motherly. She had the warmth that came from working with animals and was always very polite. My cousin Megan was twenty-three and attending school on the east coast. She had flown back as soon as she had heard about her father. She was older than me by four years, but she had always seemed much older to me. She had always been wise beyond her years and had always been a full-grown woman in my eyes.We arrived Friday night and were planning to leave Sunday night after the funeral. Pleasantries and condolences were exchanged, as expected, that first night. The older folk, including my parents, talked with my Aunt and other family members far into the night. I, on the other hand, decided to turn in early. I was given my Uncle's old study, and I found it very hard to sleep. The man had passed away, yet there were traces of his existence all around me. Mercifully, I dozed to sleep.The next morning I awoke to my father's hand gently shaking me. “John wake up.” It was hard to stay asleep with his big bear paw on my shoulder. “Listen,” he said as I turned to see him. “I know lately I've been riding you pretty hard and I'm sorry. I know you'll figure it out and I just want you know that I've got your back no matter what you choose to do,” he finished with a smile. The talk last night must have really opened his eyes to how fleeting life really was. I was still half asleep, but I felt a significant weight lift off my shoulders, both literally and emotionally. “Now get up, we have some work to do,” he finished. Although I didn't admit it to myself, I knew deep inside what work he had in mind. Every time we visited my Aunt, we ended up helping around the farm. Unlike back home, where the day started at 7 or 8 am, it started at 5 or 6 am here. I got my clothes and jacket and followed my dad as we headed out towards the small field behind my Aunt's barn.Our family has always grown in or around farms, so farm work was second nature to my father. On the other hand, I was less experienced, but I was willing to jump right in. Being on my father's good side renewed my attitude on life. Soon we were milking the small herd of cows my Uncle and Aunt owned. By the time we were done, my forearms felt sore. My dad laughed as he watched me open and close my hand.“She had some hard tits that one,” I said jokingly.“Yeah that's why I let you have that one,” he replied. “Your Uncle really like that cow. He used to say it was the best damn cow he had ever owned,” he said while looking back at the herd.I also looked around and could see the steam rising from the cows' backs. The mornings here truly felt magical. The sky was golden as the sun rose over the hilltops. The calves suckled quietly on their mothers'. It was a beautiful scene, to say the least.By the time we got back to the house, the women had already started breakfast. The place was bustling with people as neighbors and friends came to offer their condolences. The rest of the day went just like that. People coming and leaving while my Aunt tried her best to remain a good hostess.Tomorrow would be my Uncle's funeral, and it was really starting to set in that he was really gone. Late that evening, a small circle of men sat around a fire outside my Aunt's house. I could see they were all men who were a lot like my Uncle, landowners, and men of integrity. My dad was talking to them, and I decided to join them. They spoke of my Uncle and the kind of man he was, telling stories about some of his crazy ideas and sayings.All in all, it was a good feeling as I learned more about the man who I knew so little about. I soon found out that my Uncle had not only been a good husband to my Aunt but a perfect friend to all of them. He had, at one time or another, helped each one of these men. They were saddened to have lost him so soon. He had only been 46. My Aunt was only 40.Soon the talk took a somber tone as one man asked my father, “Has Rose told you was she plans to do with the farm?”“No, not yet,” my father replied calmly. “I will talk to her before I go and make sure she has what she needs. In any case she's a strong woman and she has that going for her,” he finished as he took a drink from his beer.After a few seconds, my dad spoke again. “In any case, I think John might stay here with her for a while.” I had my eyes fixated on the fire this whole time but processed what he had said. “What about it?,” asked my dad as he patted my back.“Sounds like a plan.” I replied, wondering if he was drunk.With that being said, the men eased back on their chairs watched the fire before them. I stood up and went to take a piss. I walked behind an old tractor that had been there for as long as I could remember, unleashing a small torrent on the side of one of the rear wheels.“You could go inside and do that,” I heard my cousin Megan's voice in the dark.Quickly I zipped up my jeans and looked up to where the voice was coming from. My cousin was lying on her back on top of the engine compartment of the tractor.“I'm sorry,” I muttered, embarrassed.Hearing my voice, she quickly turned to see me. “Oh, its you…” she said, surprised.I tried kicking some dirt over the little pond I had created. The last thing I wanted was for my cousin to smell was my piss. She smiled only slightly.“I wonder what my mom would think…” she started, “she used to yell at my dad for peeing on that exact same spot you know,” she said sadly.I noticed the distinct difference in some of the grass's color by the tractor's rear and front wheel. When I looked back up at Megan, I could see her eyes watering and knew she was trying not to cry. She slowly turned around, and I stood there wondering what to do. My eyes wandered up and down her small frame. She had always been a looker. She had her mother's brown wavy hair and a pretty face to go with it. She was shorter than her mom but had inherited the wide hips and ample bust that she always tried to hide by wearing a sweater.“I'm sorry about your dad,” I said slowly.“Thanks,” she said, still facing away.Without a word, I climbed up the side of the tractor and leaned over her. She was sniffling, and the hood of her sweater covered her face. Gently I kissed the only visible part of her cheek. She smiled, and I jumped back off the side of the old beast. I headed back to the house a little relieved and feeling generally good about myself.The next morning we had the funeral. The entire day was a sad ordeal. I soon realized how much I hated seeing my mom and aunt cry. My dad had an arm around my Aunt, but her shoulders still shook hard. I didn't feel like crying but watching my mother sob broke my composure, and I could feel my eyes watering. My cousin was sobbing uncontrollably, and I was glad her friends around her. She had always been daddy's little girl, and now she was reeling, having seen her father's casket buried. We stayed there hours after the funeral had ended, and I couldn't help but contemplate all the changes death brought.On the way back home, my father and I talked about what he had said yesterday. I had given it very little thought, considering he had been a little tipsy, but now I saw he was earnest. We had a long discussion about how it might be useful if I stayed with my Aunt for a few weeks, and I couldn't help but agree. I really was perfect for the task. I had nothing waiting for me back home, and I was grateful for a change in scenery. Being able to get my father off my back was another blessing that sealed the deal. My father didn't waste any time proposing the idea to my Aunt about me staying.The first thing out of her mouth was, “Don't you have school?”I smiled and replied, “Not for a couple of months.”It was the truth… school had ended, and she didn't need to know that I planned on skipping next semester. On the other hand, my cousin would be heading back as soon as she could find a flight. She had signed up for the summer session and needed to be back at school that same week. After some discourse, it was agreed that I would stay.My father took me aside and informed me that he would be depositing some funds to help with the expenses. I was glad, considering I had only a few hundred dollars from my last job. Hours later, my parents got their things ready for their morning flight, and I once again turned in earlier than usual. I spent the next couple of minutes thinking about what the next days would bring. I would be staying with my recently widowed Aunt on a small farm… freedom, at last, I thought.The next morning I awoke to the sound of my parents leaving. I kissed my mother goodbye and hugged my dad for a long time.“Take good care of her,” he said in his deep voice.“I will Dad,” I replied.My Aunt had always been very close to my dad, and I could feel the weight behind his request. She hugged each of them as well, and my mom finished by saying, “You give me a call if he gives you any trouble, and don't be afraid to smack him if he acts up…. you have my permission.”She said, smiling. “I wouldn't dream of it,” my Aunt Rose answered as she looked at me lovingly.I waved them goodbye as the cab pulled away. When I turned around, my Aunt was in the doorway smiling at me. She opened her arms, and soon I found myself pressing willingly into the softness of her breasts.That day I spent most of the time cleaning around the house and farm; my Aunt spent it indoors, mainly. I found it incredibly difficult to talk to her about my Uncle, and I was dreading the fact that my cousin would be leaving the very next day. The day flew by as I explored the farm and the rest of the grounds. I could see myself falling in love with this lifestyle.The next day, I drove my cousin to the airport, and it was now time to say goodbye.“Take good care of my mom John,” Megan told me.“Don't worry I will…” I answered reassuringly.Megan had suggested to my Aunt that she'd stay a while longer. But my Aunt would have nothing of it.“No Megan you need to finish up your schoolwork and besides I'll be fine with John here.”And so it was. My cousin flew back east to finish her classes, and I became my Aunt's only company.The next few days consisted of me getting accustomed to the routine. Surprisingly, my Aunt knew as much if not more than my father about tending the farm. I found myself following her lead most of the time. As the days went on, I found myself more and more comfortable around her. In the days following the funeral, we had become close friends. I recounted my stories about past girlfriends, and my Aunt told me how she and my Uncle had met. On some days, I could see the sadness in her eyes, and I tried my best to keep her spirits high. Slowly I began to grow more and more fond of her.The next morning I noticed I had no clothes left in my suitcase. I had only packed for a few days, and now I was shit out of luck. I tried looking for the jeans I had worn the day before, but I didn't see them anywhere. I only had the pair of briefs I had fallen asleep with, and to make matters worse, they had multiple holes around the elastic band. I stayed in my room for a little while, wondering what to do.However, after a while, I heard my Aunt yell from the kitchen, “John what do you want for breakfast!?”“Anything is fine by me aunt Rose!” I yelled back.A few minutes later, I heard her yell again, “Breakfast is almost ready!”I yelled back, “Ummm I can't find my jeans…”A couple seconds passed, and I was about to yell again when I heard her say, “Oh honey I think they are all in the wash. They're almost done but you better get in here before your breakfast gets cold,” she said, finally.I searched the room for a towel but found none.“You do have underwear right?” I heard her yell down the hall again.“Yeah,” I replied. I was glad my morning woody was gone because the thought of going to the kitchen with only my ‘tighty whiteys' was quite frightening.I tried to make it to my seat at the table before my Aunt turned around, but I was too late.“Oh honey, you don't wear boxers?” she asked, smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron.“Umm no, I don't really like them,” I replied while my hands desperately trying to cover my manhood.“I'm sorry Honey, I didn't know those were all your jeans. I would have left one had I known.” she informed me.“Its okay Aunt Rose, I appreciate you washing them.” I replied. My embarrassment had already been too high, but now I could feel my face turning red.She started scrambling some eggs while in her pj's, and I could not help but stare at her ass as she did this. Her pj's were probably not designed to be sexy for all intents and purposes, but her ass was so plump and voluptuous that it stretched the fabric slightly, and I could almost picture her naked through it. I didn't think I could be more embarrassed, but being only in briefs while watching her cook awoke my cock faster than any porno I had ever watched. I only hoped I didn't have to stand up soon.“Honey, can you get me the flour that's behind you in that cupboard, I'm going to make some pancakes,” she said.“Oh, that's okay Aunt Rose, I don't want any pancakes,” I replied, hoping she wouldn't ask me to get something else.“Well I do, so if you could please,” she said.I stood up quickly and started looking through the pantry. To my horror, I couldn't find it.“Baby, you know you have a hole in your underwear?” she asked teasingly.“Yeah,” I said, more embarrassed than ever.Finally, I found the flour and turned around quickly so that she couldn't see the hole any longer. I thought about tossing the flour box to her but decided against it. I walked quickly, trying to cover my crotch area with the flour box, trying not to be too obvious. When I got close to her, I extended it to her.“How bout you help me make them,” she said. It was now that I noticed that she was relishing in my discomfort. She had a hint of defiance in her eyes. I tried not to think about anything sexual, but my cock throbbed as I saw the cleavage.“I don't really know how to make them,” I said, trying to save myself from being so exposed.“That's okay, I'll teach you,” she replied quickly.She grabbed the box out of my hand, and then I saw her eyes shift down towards my pulsating cock. I looked down to see how clear my condition was; it was worse than I could imagine to my horror. My cock had become so hard and hot that I had not noticed the dark pulsating head peeking over the elastic band of my underwear.“Oh My!” my Aunt said almost in a whisper.Her left hand was covering her cleavage while the other hand still held the spatula. I rushed to cover it up with my hands, but the damage was done. I turned to run, but my Aunt caught my arm.“Honey, honey its okay,” she said quickly yet lovingly. “Just get a towel from that counter over there and umm, try covering up as best you can.” she said in the same tender tone.I made my way to the towel and went back to the table with the towel wrapped around my waist. I must have been a sad site sitting there at the table with my face in my hands.“Honey its okay,” I heard my Aunt say again as she slid a plate in front of me.I couldn't bring myself to look at her, and I wouldn't have had she not pleaded with me, “Look at me baby.”I slowly looked up to see her beautiful face. She was leaning over the table, and her cleavage was impossible not to look at. I was utterly hopeless, and she must have thought this as well because she let out a smile when she caught my stare.“I got an idea,” she sprung up all of a sudden.She turned around and untied her apron, then to my disbelief, she slid her shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see the sides of her breasts even as she faced away from me. Slowly she turned around, and my mouth dropped while my cock throbbed with renewed vigor.“See, now we are even,” she said smiling. She sat down across the table, and her tits swayed slightly as she set her plate before her. “Honey, you might be able to chew your food better if you close your mouth now and again,” she said coyly.I roused myself and tried to concentrate on my food. But kept looking up at Aunt Rose's incredible, round, soft tits sitting in front of me. Her nipples were timid now, but I could see them springing forward if given enough attention. Her aureoles were a shade darker than the rest of her skin, making it a little harder to breathe. She had a distinct tan line around her breasts. I wanted to fondle them more than ever and tuck my hand underneath them to feel their weight. Soon, however, breakfast was over, and my Aunt put her shirt back on.“Better not tell your dad… or your mom,” she said jokingly.“I won't,” I managed to say, my embarrassment virtually gone.“Now you better get out there and work some of that energy off,” she pointed cautiously at my crotch as she said this.“Will do,” I replied.“And one more thing hon,” she said as I started to walk out of the kitchen, “we need to get you some new underwear and jeans.”I managed to let out a small laugh and say, “Yeah I know.”[to be continued in ‘Mating Season']by Jism786 for Literotica

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Welcome to another inspiring episode of The J2 Hub Podcast, coming to you from the vibrant city of Dubai! Hosted by James, this episode features an extraordinary guest, Alfred Dzadey. Join them as they explore Alfred's journey from £10 million dreams to £100 million realities.Alfred shares his early experiences at Jaguar Land Rover, where he realized the limitations of a conventional 9-5 job. Facing redundancy during the disruptive era of Covid, Alfred turned this setback into a hidden blessing by pivoting his career towards property. With the right mentors and experts, he embarked on an incredible journey into HMO conversion.What sets Alfred apart is his unwavering commitment to personal growth. He's invested over £100,000 in his own education, learning from renowned figures like Grant Cardone.In this episode, James and Alfred discuss their audacious goal of reaching £100 million in assets, a milestone they've set their sights on after achieving £10 million. Discover the secrets to setting massive goals and actionable strategies to turn dreams into reality.Whether you're new to business or a seasoned pro, this episode offers invaluable insights to propel your journey to success.

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A dragon who flies out of a magical book; one whose purr quiets a fussy baby; another who eats an entire pack of tame hunting-hippopotomuses: These eight dragon tales are filled with the imaginative wit of children's author Edith Nesbit and now "Uncle James, or The Purple Stranger" Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

A dragon who flies out of a magical book; one whose purr quiets a fussy baby; another who eats an entire pack of tame hunting-hippopotomuses: These eight dragon tales are filled with the imaginative wit of children's author Edith Nesbit and now "Uncle James, or The Purple Stranger" Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Dissecting the UK Market, Social Media Obsession, Dubai Investment Frenzy, Curriculum Controversies, and More!Ladies and gentlemen hold onto your seats because Uncle James is back, and this time he's ditched the UK for the sandy beaches of Dubai! Lucky him, am I right? Introducing the one and only star-studded J2 Hub Product Podcast featuring James Sahota, aka "Uncle James Sahota." In this episode, he sits down with his buddy Rishi from Smart City Finance, who's all about lending and life insurance products for Property Developers and investors in the UK.Get ready for a wild ride as they cover a range of topics, including the UK property market, interest rate hikes, social media fakeness, and some controversial topics such as oral sex and other ridiculousness being taught in UK schools to six-year-olds. Oh, and let's not forget about why James escaped to Dubai and the benefits of living there. Spoiler alert: it's not just for the tax breaks. So, grab your favourite caffeinated beverage or something a bit stronger because you won't want to miss this episode where they let it all hang out and don't give a care in the world! And if you want to connect with Rishi, he's just a message away at the details below;

In episode 160, Tom reads a Facebook post from a regular contributor, Steven Fehr. After viewing All's Quiet on the Western Front, it inspired this story containing recent information about his great uncle James, who made the ultimate sacrifice on a World War 1 battlefield. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/tomreadsyourstory/message

On this weeks episode, Logan shares his new knowledge of drug trafficking from VICE documentaries. Mysterious objects land on Japan beach (aliens). We are clearly not alone. Plus, Uncle James shares his thoughts on who should date Megan Fox next. Follow us on TikTokhttps://www.tiktok.com/@besttakelasttakeFollow us on Youtubehttps://www.youtube.com/@besttakelasttakepodcast6926

On today's episode, the fellas are back from Las Vegas! Listen to the weekend "Uncle James" became a legend. From the #Avengers experience to #ChefRamsay food reviews. To the boys running into Floyd "Money" Mayweather! Follow us on TikTokhttps://www.tiktok.com/@besttakelasttakeFollow us on Youtubehttps://www.youtube.com/@besttakelasttakepodcast6926

On today's BTLT, the fellas wrap up the last week of the regular season. Logan says goodbye to the Patriots, Uncle James to the Steelers, and Tristen advances. They break down the matchups for the wildcard round of the 2023 playoffs.

The Vikings once down by 33 pull of the biggest comeback in NFL history. The Raiders beat the Patriots on the dumbest decision ever made by a NFL team. The Jaguars keep their playoff hopes alive by beating Tristen's Cowboys.

Uncle James makes a valiant attempt to persuade Valancy to come home, but is thrown out the front door by Roaring Able. Quickly followed by her old minister, Dr Stalling, who was almost successful with his hypnotic wiggling forefinger and his commands to come home.  But she finds her inner voice, telling her that fear is the root of much evil in the world. Finally, cousin Georgiana comes and tried to talk with her, and also fails.  The family decide that must just wait her out. 

Consoling Auntie: A Farmer's Widow. Auntie Let Me Console You! part 1.A disillusioned lifestyle gets renewed with incestuous love. by Jism786. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. As a twenty-year-old, after a year in college, I had become very disillusioned with my prospects. Not only was I failing my classes, but I felt like a little cog in a big machine, a machine designed to extract money from people like me. However, my parents had high expectations, and I didn't want to disappoint them. After much consideration, I figured I would take a semester off to figure things out. As expected, my parents were not only disappointed but angry as well.“So, what the hell are you going to do?” my father asked.“ I don't know yet,” I replied.As I retreated to my room, my father yelled, “Maybe you should join the marines, that way you can get your shit straight!”I wanted to cry something back, but I really didn't have anything to say. It also didn't help that my dad was an old, hard-ass marine. The next few weeks were hell. My parents were unrelenting and reminded me about my shortcomings daily. I had gotten a job at a local insurance agency, but I felt like my parents didn't want me in their house anymore. I had always been an outdoors person, and the situation was becoming unbearable. I tried to stay out of the house as much as possible. Every day, there was an argument about how school was the only option and how I had to either go back or start thinking about moving out.All this bickering finally subsided the day my dad got a phone call from his sister. My Uncle James had passed away due to a heart attack, and we had to fly over to pay our final farewell to my Uncle James. It wasn't a long flight considering it was from California to Idaho. It was nice to see my cousin and my Aunt after such a long time, three years to be exact. It was sad to see them in their misery, but I really loved them and was glad I could be there with them.My Uncle had been a very reserved man, and I had grown to like him over the years, but I never really knew him all that well. My Aunt, on the other hand, had always been very loving and motherly. She had the warmth that came from working with animals and was always very polite. My cousin Megan was twenty-three and attending school on the east coast. She had flown back as soon as she had heard about her father. She was older than me by four years, but she had always seemed much older to me. She had always been wise beyond her years and had always been a full-grown woman in my eyes.We arrived Friday night and were planning to leave Sunday night after the funeral. Pleasantries and condolences were exchanged, as expected, that first night. The older folk, including my parents, talked with my Aunt and other family members far into the night. I, on the other hand, decided to turn in early. I was given my Uncle's old study, and I found it very hard to sleep. The man had passed away, yet there were traces of his existence all around me. Mercifully, I dozed to sleep.The next morning I awoke to my father's hand gently shaking me. “John wake up.” It was hard to stay asleep with his big bear paw on my shoulder. “Listen,” he said as I turned to see him. “I know lately I've been riding you pretty hard and I'm sorry. I know you'll figure it out and I just want you know that I've got your back no matter what you choose to do,” he finished with a smile. The talk last night must have really opened his eyes to how fleeting life really was. I was still half asleep, but I felt a significant weight lift off my shoulders, both literally and emotionally. “Now get up, we have some work to do,” he finished. Although I didn't admit it to myself, I knew deep inside what work he had in mind. Every time we visited my Aunt, we ended up helping around the farm. Unlike back home, where the day started at 7 or 8 am, it started at 5 or 6 am here. I got my clothes and jacket and followed my dad as we headed out towards the small field behind my Aunt's barn.Our family has always grown in or around farms, so farm work was second nature to my father. On the other hand, I was less experienced, but I was willing to jump right in. Being on my father's good side renewed my attitude on life. Soon we were milking the small herd of cows my Uncle and Aunt owned. By the time we were done, my forearms felt sore. My dad laughed as he watched me open and close my hand.“She had some hard tits that one,” I said jokingly.“Yeah that's why I let you have that one,” he replied. “Your Uncle really like that cow. He used to say it was the best damn cow he had ever owned,” he said while looking back at the herd.I also looked around and could see the steam rising from the cows' backs. The mornings here truly felt magical. The sky was golden as the sun rose over the hilltops. The calves suckled quietly on their mothers'. It was a beautiful scene, to say the least.By the time we got back to the house, the women had already started breakfast. The place was bustling with people as neighbors and friends came to offer their condolences. The rest of the day went just like that. People coming and leaving while my Aunt tried her best to remain a good hostess.Tomorrow would be my Uncle's funeral, and it was really starting to set in that he was really gone. Late that evening, a small circle of men sat around a fire outside my Aunt's house. I could see they were all men who were a lot like my Uncle, landowners, and men of integrity. My dad was talking to them, and I decided to join them. They spoke of my Uncle and the kind of man he was, telling stories about some of his crazy ideas and sayings.All in all, it was a good feeling as I learned more about the man who I knew so little about. I soon found out that my Uncle had not only been a good husband to my Aunt but a perfect friend to all of them. He had, at one time or another, helped each one of these men. They were saddened to have lost him so soon. He had only been 46. My Aunt was only 40.Soon the talk took a somber tone as one man asked my father, “Has Rose told you was she plans to do with the farm?”“No, not yet,” my father replied calmly. “I will talk to her before I go and make sure she has what she needs. In any case she's a strong woman and she has that going for her,” he finished as he took a drink from his beer.After a few seconds, my dad spoke again. “In any case, I think John might stay here with her for a while.” I had my eyes fixated on the fire this whole time but processed what he had said. “What about it?,” asked my dad as he patted my back.“Sounds like a plan.” I replied, wondering if he was drunk.With that being said, the men eased back on their chairs watched the fire before them. I stood up and went to take a piss. I walked behind an old tractor that had been there for as long as I could remember, unleashing a small torrent on the side of one of the rear wheels.“You could go inside and do that,” I heard my cousin Megan's voice in the dark.Quickly I zipped up my jeans and looked up to where the voice was coming from. My cousin was lying on her back on top of the engine compartment of the tractor.“I'm sorry,” I muttered, embarrassed.Hearing my voice, she quickly turned to see me. “Oh, its you…” she said, surprised.I tried kicking some dirt over the little pond I had created. The last thing I wanted was for my cousin to smell was my piss. She smiled only slightly.“I wonder what my mom would think…” she started, “she used to yell at my dad for peeing on that exact same spot you know,” she said sadly.I noticed the distinct difference in some of the grass's color by the tractor's rear and front wheel. When I looked back up at Megan, I could see her eyes watering and knew she was trying not to cry. She slowly turned around, and I stood there wondering what to do. My eyes wandered up and down her small frame. She had always been a looker. She had her mother's brown wavy hair and a pretty face to go with it. She was shorter than her mom but had inherited the wide hips and ample bust that she always tried to hide by wearing a sweater.“I'm sorry about your dad,” I said slowly.“Thanks,” she said, still facing away.Without a word, I climbed up the side of the tractor and leaned over her. She was sniffling, and the hood of her sweater covered her face. Gently I kissed the only visible part of her cheek. She smiled, and I jumped back off the side of the old beast. I headed back to the house a little relieved and feeling generally good about myself.The next morning we had the funeral. The entire day was a sad ordeal. I soon realized how much I hated seeing my mom and aunt cry. My dad had an arm around my Aunt, but her shoulders still shook hard. I didn't feel like crying but watching my mother sob broke my composure, and I could feel my eyes watering. My cousin was sobbing uncontrollably, and I was glad her friends around her. She had always been daddy's little girl, and now she was reeling, having seen her father's casket buried. We stayed there hours after the funeral had ended, and I couldn't help but contemplate all the changes death brought.On the way back home, my father and I talked about what he had said yesterday. I had given it very little thought, considering he had been a little tipsy, but now I saw he was earnest. We had a long discussion about how it might be useful if I stayed with my Aunt for a few weeks, and I couldn't help but agree. I really was perfect for the task. I had nothing waiting for me back home, and I was grateful for a change in scenery. Being able to get my father off my back was another blessing that sealed the deal. My father didn't waste any time proposing the idea to my Aunt about me staying.The first thing out of her mouth was, “Don't you have school?”I smiled and replied, “Not for a couple of months.”It was the truth… school had ended, and she didn't need to know that I planned on skipping next semester. On the other hand, my cousin would be heading back as soon as she could find a flight. She had signed up for the summer session and needed to be back at school that same week. After some discourse, it was agreed that I would stay.My father took me aside and informed me that he would be depositing some funds to help with the expenses. I was glad, considering I had only a few hundred dollars from my last job. Hours later, my parents got their things ready for their morning flight, and I once again turned in earlier than usual. I spent the next couple of minutes thinking about what the next days would bring. I would be staying with my recently widowed Aunt on a small farm… freedom, at last, I thought.The next morning I awoke to the sound of my parents leaving. I kissed my mother goodbye and hugged my dad for a long time.“Take good care of her,” he said in his deep voice.“I will Dad,” I replied.My Aunt had always been very close to my dad, and I could feel the weight behind his request. She hugged each of them as well, and my mom finished by saying, “You give me a call if he gives you any trouble, and don't be afraid to smack him if he acts up…. you have my permission.”She said, smiling. “I wouldn't dream of it,” my Aunt Rose answered as she looked at me lovingly.I waved them goodbye as the cab pulled away. When I turned around, my Aunt was in the doorway smiling at me. She opened her arms, and soon I found myself pressing willingly into the softness of her breasts.That day I spent most of the time cleaning around the house and farm; my Aunt spent it indoors, mainly. I found it incredibly difficult to talk to her about my Uncle, and I was dreading the fact that my cousin would be leaving the very next day. The day flew by as I explored the farm and the rest of the grounds. I could see myself falling in love with this lifestyle.The next day, I drove my cousin to the airport, and it was now time to say goodbye.“Take good care of my mom John,” Megan told me.“Don't worry I will…” I answered reassuringly.Megan had suggested to my Aunt that she'd stay a while longer. But my Aunt would have nothing of it.“No Megan you need to finish up your schoolwork and besides I'll be fine with John here.”And so it was. My cousin flew back east to finish her classes, and I became my Aunt's only company.The next few days consisted of me getting accustomed to the routine. Surprisingly, my Aunt knew as much if not more than my father about tending the farm. I found myself following her lead most of the time. As the days went on, I found myself more and more comfortable around her. In the days following the funeral, we had become close friends. I recounted my stories about past girlfriends, and my Aunt told me how she and my Uncle had met. On some days, I could see the sadness in her eyes, and I tried my best to keep her spirits high. Slowly I began to grow more and more fond of her.The next morning I noticed I had no clothes left in my suitcase. I had only packed for a few days, and now I was shit out of luck. I tried looking for the jeans I had worn the day before, but I didn't see them anywhere. I only had the pair of briefs I had fallen asleep with, and to make matters worse, they had multiple holes around the elastic band. I stayed in my room for a little while, wondering what to do.However, after a while, I heard my Aunt yell from the kitchen, “John what do you want for breakfast!?”“Anything is fine by me aunt Rose!” I yelled back.A few minutes later, I heard her yell again, “Breakfast is almost ready!”I yelled back, “Ummm I can't find my jeans…”A couple seconds passed, and I was about to yell again when I heard her say, “Oh honey I think they are all in the wash. They're almost done but you better get in here before your breakfast gets cold,” she said, finally.I searched the room for a towel but found none.“You do have underwear right?” I heard her yell down the hall again.“Yeah,” I replied. I was glad my morning woody was gone because the thought of going to the kitchen with only my ‘tighty whiteys' was quite frightening.I tried to make it to my seat at the table before my Aunt turned around, but I was too late.“Oh honey, you don't wear boxers?” she asked, smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron.“Umm no, I don't really like them,” I replied while my hands desperately trying to cover my manhood.“I'm sorry Honey, I didn't know those were all your jeans. I would have left one had I known.” she informed me.“Its okay Aunt Rose, I appreciate you washing them.” I replied. My embarrassment had already been too high, but now I could feel my face turning red.She started scrambling some eggs while in her pj's, and I could not help but stare at her ass as she did this. Her pj's were probably not designed to be sexy for all intents and purposes, but her ass was so plump and voluptuous that it stretched the fabric slightly, and I could almost picture her naked through it. I didn't think I could be more embarrassed, but being only in briefs while watching her cook awoke my cock faster than any porno I had ever watched. I only hoped I didn't have to stand up soon.“Honey, can you get me the flour that's behind you in that cupboard, I'm going to make some pancakes,” she said.“Oh, that's okay Aunt Rose, I don't want any pancakes,” I replied, hoping she wouldn't ask me to get something else.“Well I do, so if you could please,” she said.I stood up quickly and started looking through the pantry. To my horror, I couldn't find it.“Baby, you know you have a hole in your underwear?” she asked teasingly.“Yeah,” I said, more embarrassed than ever.Finally, I found the flour and turned around quickly so that she couldn't see the hole any longer. I thought about tossing the flour box to her but decided against it. I walked quickly, trying to cover my crotch area with the flour box, trying not to be too obvious. When I got close to her, I extended it to her.“How bout you help me make them,” she said. It was now that I noticed that she was relishing in my discomfort. She had a hint of defiance in her eyes. I tried not to think about anything sexual, but my cock throbbed as I saw the cleavage.“I don't really know how to make them,” I said, trying to save myself from being so exposed.“That's okay, I'll teach you,” she replied quickly.She grabbed the box out of my hand, and then I saw her eyes shift down towards my pulsating cock. I looked down to see how clear my condition was; it was worse than I could imagine to my horror. My cock had become so hard and hot that I had not noticed the dark pulsating head peeking over the elastic band of my underwear.“Oh My!” my Aunt said almost in a whisper.Her left hand was covering her cleavage while the other hand still held the spatula. I rushed to cover it up with my hands, but the damage was done. I turned to run, but my Aunt caught my arm.“Honey, honey its okay,” she said quickly yet lovingly. “Just get a towel from that counter over there and umm, try covering up as best you can.” she said in the same tender tone.I made my way to the towel and went back to the table with the towel wrapped around my waist. I must have been a sad site sitting there at the table with my face in my hands.“Honey its okay,” I heard my Aunt say again as she slid a plate in front of me.I couldn't bring myself to look at her, and I wouldn't have had she not pleaded with me, “Look at me baby.”I slowly looked up to see her beautiful face. She was leaning over the table, and her cleavage was impossible not to look at. I was utterly hopeless, and she must have thought this as well because she let out a smile when she caught my stare.“I got an idea,” she sprung up all of a sudden.She turned around and untied her apron, then to my disbelief, she slid her shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see the sides of her breasts even as she faced away from me. Slowly she turned around, and my mouth dropped while my cock throbbed with renewed vigor.“See, now we are even,” she said smiling. She sat down across the table, and her tits swayed slightly as she set her plate before her. “Honey, you might be able to chew your food better if you close your mouth now and again,” she said coyly.I roused myself and tried to concentrate on my food. But kept looking up at Aunt Rose's incredible, round, soft tits sitting in front of me. Her nipples were timid now, but I could see them springing forward if given enough attention. Her aureoles were a shade darker than the rest of her skin, making it a little harder to breathe. She had a distinct tan line around her breasts. I wanted to fondle them more than ever and tuck my hand underneath them to feel their weight. Soon, however, breakfast was over, and my Aunt put her shirt back on.“Better not tell your dad… or your mom,” she said jokingly.“I won't,” I managed to say, my embarrassment virtually gone.“Now you better get out there and work some of that energy off,” she pointed cautiously at my crotch as she said this.“Will do,” I replied.“And one more thing hon,” she said as I started to walk out of the kitchen, “we need to get you some new underwear and jeans.”I managed to let out a small laugh and say, “Yeah I know.”[to be continued in ‘Mating Season']by Jism786 for Literotica. -

Consoling Auntie: A Farmer's Widow. Auntie Let Me Console You! part 1.A disillusioned lifestyle gets renewed with incestuous love. by Jism786. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. As a twenty-year-old, after a year in college, I had become very disillusioned with my prospects. Not only was I failing my classes, but I felt like a little cog in a big machine, a machine designed to extract money from people like me. However, my parents had high expectations, and I didn't want to disappoint them. After much consideration, I figured I would take a semester off to figure things out. As expected, my parents were not only disappointed but angry as well.“So, what the hell are you going to do?” my father asked.“ I don't know yet,” I replied.As I retreated to my room, my father yelled, “Maybe you should join the marines, that way you can get your shit straight!”I wanted to cry something back, but I really didn't have anything to say. It also didn't help that my dad was an old, hard-ass marine. The next few weeks were hell. My parents were unrelenting and reminded me about my shortcomings daily. I had gotten a job at a local insurance agency, but I felt like my parents didn't want me in their house anymore. I had always been an outdoors person, and the situation was becoming unbearable. I tried to stay out of the house as much as possible. Every day, there was an argument about how school was the only option and how I had to either go back or start thinking about moving out.All this bickering finally subsided the day my dad got a phone call from his sister. My Uncle James had passed away due to a heart attack, and we had to fly over to pay our final farewell to my Uncle James. It wasn't a long flight considering it was from California to Idaho. It was nice to see my cousin and my Aunt after such a long time, three years to be exact. It was sad to see them in their misery, but I really loved them and was glad I could be there with them.My Uncle had been a very reserved man, and I had grown to like him over the years, but I never really knew him all that well. My Aunt, on the other hand, had always been very loving and motherly. She had the warmth that came from working with animals and was always very polite. My cousin Megan was twenty-three and attending school on the east coast. She had flown back as soon as she had heard about her father. She was older than me by four years, but she had always seemed much older to me. She had always been wise beyond her years and had always been a full-grown woman in my eyes.We arrived Friday night and were planning to leave Sunday night after the funeral. Pleasantries and condolences were exchanged, as expected, that first night. The older folk, including my parents, talked with my Aunt and other family members far into the night. I, on the other hand, decided to turn in early. I was given my Uncle's old study, and I found it very hard to sleep. The man had passed away, yet there were traces of his existence all around me. Mercifully, I dozed to sleep.The next morning I awoke to my father's hand gently shaking me. “John wake up.” It was hard to stay asleep with his big bear paw on my shoulder. “Listen,” he said as I turned to see him. “I know lately I've been riding you pretty hard and I'm sorry. I know you'll figure it out and I just want you know that I've got your back no matter what you choose to do,” he finished with a smile. The talk last night must have really opened his eyes to how fleeting life really was. I was still half asleep, but I felt a significant weight lift off my shoulders, both literally and emotionally. “Now get up, we have some work to do,” he finished. Although I didn't admit it to myself, I knew deep inside what work he had in mind. Every time we visited my Aunt, we ended up helping around the farm. Unlike back home, where the day started at 7 or 8 am, it started at 5 or 6 am here. I got my clothes and jacket and followed my dad as we headed out towards the small field behind my Aunt's barn.Our family has always grown in or around farms, so farm work was second nature to my father. On the other hand, I was less experienced, but I was willing to jump right in. Being on my father's good side renewed my attitude on life. Soon we were milking the small herd of cows my Uncle and Aunt owned. By the time we were done, my forearms felt sore. My dad laughed as he watched me open and close my hand.“She had some hard tits that one,” I said jokingly.“Yeah that's why I let you have that one,” he replied. “Your Uncle really like that cow. He used to say it was the best damn cow he had ever owned,” he said while looking back at the herd.I also looked around and could see the steam rising from the cows' backs. The mornings here truly felt magical. The sky was golden as the sun rose over the hilltops. The calves suckled quietly on their mothers'. It was a beautiful scene, to say the least.By the time we got back to the house, the women had already started breakfast. The place was bustling with people as neighbors and friends came to offer their condolences. The rest of the day went just like that. People coming and leaving while my Aunt tried her best to remain a good hostess.Tomorrow would be my Uncle's funeral, and it was really starting to set in that he was really gone. Late that evening, a small circle of men sat around a fire outside my Aunt's house. I could see they were all men who were a lot like my Uncle, landowners, and men of integrity. My dad was talking to them, and I decided to join them. They spoke of my Uncle and the kind of man he was, telling stories about some of his crazy ideas and sayings.All in all, it was a good feeling as I learned more about the man who I knew so little about. I soon found out that my Uncle had not only been a good husband to my Aunt but a perfect friend to all of them. He had, at one time or another, helped each one of these men. They were saddened to have lost him so soon. He had only been 46. My Aunt was only 40.Soon the talk took a somber tone as one man asked my father, “Has Rose told you was she plans to do with the farm?”“No, not yet,” my father replied calmly. “I will talk to her before I go and make sure she has what she needs. In any case she's a strong woman and she has that going for her,” he finished as he took a drink from his beer.After a few seconds, my dad spoke again. “In any case, I think John might stay here with her for a while.” I had my eyes fixated on the fire this whole time but processed what he had said. “What about it?,” asked my dad as he patted my back.“Sounds like a plan.” I replied, wondering if he was drunk.With that being said, the men eased back on their chairs watched the fire before them. I stood up and went to take a piss. I walked behind an old tractor that had been there for as long as I could remember, unleashing a small torrent on the side of one of the rear wheels.“You could go inside and do that,” I heard my cousin Megan's voice in the dark.Quickly I zipped up my jeans and looked up to where the voice was coming from. My cousin was lying on her back on top of the engine compartment of the tractor.“I'm sorry,” I muttered, embarrassed.Hearing my voice, she quickly turned to see me. “Oh, its you…” she said, surprised.I tried kicking some dirt over the little pond I had created. The last thing I wanted was for my cousin to smell was my piss. She smiled only slightly.“I wonder what my mom would think…” she started, “she used to yell at my dad for peeing on that exact same spot you know,” she said sadly.I noticed the distinct difference in some of the grass's color by the tractor's rear and front wheel. When I looked back up at Megan, I could see her eyes watering and knew she was trying not to cry. She slowly turned around, and I stood there wondering what to do. My eyes wandered up and down her small frame. She had always been a looker. She had her mother's brown wavy hair and a pretty face to go with it. She was shorter than her mom but had inherited the wide hips and ample bust that she always tried to hide by wearing a sweater.“I'm sorry about your dad,” I said slowly.“Thanks,” she said, still facing away.Without a word, I climbed up the side of the tractor and leaned over her. She was sniffling, and the hood of her sweater covered her face. Gently I kissed the only visible part of her cheek. She smiled, and I jumped back off the side of the old beast. I headed back to the house a little relieved and feeling generally good about myself.The next morning we had the funeral. The entire day was a sad ordeal. I soon realized how much I hated seeing my mom and aunt cry. My dad had an arm around my Aunt, but her shoulders still shook hard. I didn't feel like crying but watching my mother sob broke my composure, and I could feel my eyes watering. My cousin was sobbing uncontrollably, and I was glad her friends around her. She had always been daddy's little girl, and now she was reeling, having seen her father's casket buried. We stayed there hours after the funeral had ended, and I couldn't help but contemplate all the changes death brought.On the way back home, my father and I talked about what he had said yesterday. I had given it very little thought, considering he had been a little tipsy, but now I saw he was earnest. We had a long discussion about how it might be useful if I stayed with my Aunt for a few weeks, and I couldn't help but agree. I really was perfect for the task. I had nothing waiting for me back home, and I was grateful for a change in scenery. Being able to get my father off my back was another blessing that sealed the deal. My father didn't waste any time proposing the idea to my Aunt about me staying.The first thing out of her mouth was, “Don't you have school?”I smiled and replied, “Not for a couple of months.”It was the truth… school had ended, and she didn't need to know that I planned on skipping next semester. On the other hand, my cousin would be heading back as soon as she could find a flight. She had signed up for the summer session and needed to be back at school that same week. After some discourse, it was agreed that I would stay.My father took me aside and informed me that he would be depositing some funds to help with the expenses. I was glad, considering I had only a few hundred dollars from my last job. Hours later, my parents got their things ready for their morning flight, and I once again turned in earlier than usual. I spent the next couple of minutes thinking about what the next days would bring. I would be staying with my recently widowed Aunt on a small farm… freedom, at last, I thought.The next morning I awoke to the sound of my parents leaving. I kissed my mother goodbye and hugged my dad for a long time.“Take good care of her,” he said in his deep voice.“I will Dad,” I replied.My Aunt had always been very close to my dad, and I could feel the weight behind his request. She hugged each of them as well, and my mom finished by saying, “You give me a call if he gives you any trouble, and don't be afraid to smack him if he acts up…. you have my permission.”She said, smiling. “I wouldn't dream of it,” my Aunt Rose answered as she looked at me lovingly.I waved them goodbye as the cab pulled away. When I turned around, my Aunt was in the doorway smiling at me. She opened her arms, and soon I found myself pressing willingly into the softness of her breasts.That day I spent most of the time cleaning around the house and farm; my Aunt spent it indoors, mainly. I found it incredibly difficult to talk to her about my Uncle, and I was dreading the fact that my cousin would be leaving the very next day. The day flew by as I explored the farm and the rest of the grounds. I could see myself falling in love with this lifestyle.The next day, I drove my cousin to the airport, and it was now time to say goodbye.“Take good care of my mom John,” Megan told me.“Don't worry I will…” I answered reassuringly.Megan had suggested to my Aunt that she'd stay a while longer. But my Aunt would have nothing of it.“No Megan you need to finish up your schoolwork and besides I'll be fine with John here.”And so it was. My cousin flew back east to finish her classes, and I became my Aunt's only company.The next few days consisted of me getting accustomed to the routine. Surprisingly, my Aunt knew as much if not more than my father about tending the farm. I found myself following her lead most of the time. As the days went on, I found myself more and more comfortable around her. In the days following the funeral, we had become close friends. I recounted my stories about past girlfriends, and my Aunt told me how she and my Uncle had met. On some days, I could see the sadness in her eyes, and I tried my best to keep her spirits high. Slowly I began to grow more and more fond of her.The next morning I noticed I had no clothes left in my suitcase. I had only packed for a few days, and now I was shit out of luck. I tried looking for the jeans I had worn the day before, but I didn't see them anywhere. I only had the pair of briefs I had fallen asleep with, and to make matters worse, they had multiple holes around the elastic band. I stayed in my room for a little while, wondering what to do.However, after a while, I heard my Aunt yell from the kitchen, “John what do you want for breakfast!?”“Anything is fine by me aunt Rose!” I yelled back.A few minutes later, I heard her yell again, “Breakfast is almost ready!”I yelled back, “Ummm I can't find my jeans…”A couple seconds passed, and I was about to yell again when I heard her say, “Oh honey I think they are all in the wash. They're almost done but you better get in here before your breakfast gets cold,” she said, finally.I searched the room for a towel but found none.“You do have underwear right?” I heard her yell down the hall again.“Yeah,” I replied. I was glad my morning woody was gone because the thought of going to the kitchen with only my ‘tighty whiteys' was quite frightening.I tried to make it to my seat at the table before my Aunt turned around, but I was too late.“Oh honey, you don't wear boxers?” she asked, smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron.“Umm no, I don't really like them,” I replied while my hands desperately trying to cover my manhood.“I'm sorry Honey, I didn't know those were all your jeans. I would have left one had I known.” she informed me.“Its okay Aunt Rose, I appreciate you washing them.” I replied. My embarrassment had already been too high, but now I could feel my face turning red.She started scrambling some eggs while in her pj's, and I could not help but stare at her ass as she did this. Her pj's were probably not designed to be sexy for all intents and purposes, but her ass was so plump and voluptuous that it stretched the fabric slightly, and I could almost picture her naked through it. I didn't think I could be more embarrassed, but being only in briefs while watching her cook awoke my cock faster than any porno I had ever watched. I only hoped I didn't have to stand up soon.“Honey, can you get me the flour that's behind you in that cupboard, I'm going to make some pancakes,” she said.“Oh, that's okay Aunt Rose, I don't want any pancakes,” I replied, hoping she wouldn't ask me to get something else.“Well I do, so if you could please,” she said.I stood up quickly and started looking through the pantry. To my horror, I couldn't find it.“Baby, you know you have a hole in your underwear?” she asked teasingly.“Yeah,” I said, more embarrassed than ever.Finally, I found the flour and turned around quickly so that she couldn't see the hole any longer. I thought about tossing the flour box to her but decided against it. I walked quickly, trying to cover my crotch area with the flour box, trying not to be too obvious. When I got close to her, I extended it to her.“How bout you help me make them,” she said. It was now that I noticed that she was relishing in my discomfort. She had a hint of defiance in her eyes. I tried not to think about anything sexual, but my cock throbbed as I saw the cleavage.“I don't really know how to make them,” I said, trying to save myself from being so exposed.“That's okay, I'll teach you,” she replied quickly.She grabbed the box out of my hand, and then I saw her eyes shift down towards my pulsating cock. I looked down to see how clear my condition was; it was worse than I could imagine to my horror. My cock had become so hard and hot that I had not noticed the dark pulsating head peeking over the elastic band of my underwear.“Oh My!” my Aunt said almost in a whisper.Her left hand was covering her cleavage while the other hand still held the spatula. I rushed to cover it up with my hands, but the damage was done. I turned to run, but my Aunt caught my arm.“Honey, honey its okay,” she said quickly yet lovingly. “Just get a towel from that counter over there and umm, try covering up as best you can.” she said in the same tender tone.I made my way to the towel and went back to the table with the towel wrapped around my waist. I must have been a sad site sitting there at the table with my face in my hands.“Honey its okay,” I heard my Aunt say again as she slid a plate in front of me.I couldn't bring myself to look at her, and I wouldn't have had she not pleaded with me, “Look at me baby.”I slowly looked up to see her beautiful face. She was leaning over the table, and her cleavage was impossible not to look at. I was utterly hopeless, and she must have thought this as well because she let out a smile when she caught my stare.“I got an idea,” she sprung up all of a sudden.She turned around and untied her apron, then to my disbelief, she slid her shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see the sides of her breasts even as she faced away from me. Slowly she turned around, and my mouth dropped while my cock throbbed with renewed vigor.“See, now we are even,” she said smiling. She sat down across the table, and her tits swayed slightly as she set her plate before her. “Honey, you might be able to chew your food better if you close your mouth now and again,” she said coyly.I roused myself and tried to concentrate on my food. But kept looking up at Aunt Rose's incredible, round, soft tits sitting in front of me. Her nipples were timid now, but I could see them springing forward if given enough attention. Her aureoles were a shade darker than the rest of her skin, making it a little harder to breathe. She had a distinct tan line around her breasts. I wanted to fondle them more than ever and tuck my hand underneath them to feel their weight. Soon, however, breakfast was over, and my Aunt put her shirt back on.“Better not tell your dad… or your mom,” she said jokingly.“I won't,” I managed to say, my embarrassment virtually gone.“Now you better get out there and work some of that energy off,” she pointed cautiously at my crotch as she said this.“Will do,” I replied.“And one more thing hon,” she said as I started to walk out of the kitchen, “we need to get you some new underwear and jeans.”I managed to let out a small laugh and say, “Yeah I know.”[to be continued in ‘Mating Season']by Jism786 for Literotica. -

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Consoling Auntie: A Farmer’s Widow. Auntie Let Me Console You! part 1.A disillusioned lifestyle gets renewed with incestuous love. by Jism786. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. As a twenty-year-old, after a year in college, I had become very disillusioned with my prospects. Not only was I failing my classes, but I felt like a little cog in a big machine, a machine designed to extract money from people like me. However, my parents had high expectations, and I didn't want to disappoint them. After much consideration, I figured I would take a semester off to figure things out. As expected, my parents were not only disappointed but angry as well.“So, what the hell are you going to do?” my father asked.“ I don't know yet,” I replied.As I retreated to my room, my father yelled, “Maybe you should join the marines, that way you can get your shit straight!”I wanted to cry something back, but I really didn't have anything to say. It also didn't help that my dad was an old, hard-ass marine. The next few weeks were hell. My parents were unrelenting and reminded me about my shortcomings daily. I had gotten a job at a local insurance agency, but I felt like my parents didn't want me in their house anymore. I had always been an outdoors person, and the situation was becoming unbearable. I tried to stay out of the house as much as possible. Every day, there was an argument about how school was the only option and how I had to either go back or start thinking about moving out.All this bickering finally subsided the day my dad got a phone call from his sister. My Uncle James had passed away due to a heart attack, and we had to fly over to pay our final farewell to my Uncle James. It wasn't a long flight considering it was from California to Idaho. It was nice to see my cousin and my Aunt after such a long time, three years to be exact. It was sad to see them in their misery, but I really loved them and was glad I could be there with them.My Uncle had been a very reserved man, and I had grown to like him over the years, but I never really knew him all that well. My Aunt, on the other hand, had always been very loving and motherly. She had the warmth that came from working with animals and was always very polite. My cousin Megan was twenty-three and attending school on the east coast. She had flown back as soon as she had heard about her father. She was older than me by four years, but she had always seemed much older to me. She had always been wise beyond her years and had always been a full-grown woman in my eyes.We arrived Friday night and were planning to leave Sunday night after the funeral. Pleasantries and condolences were exchanged, as expected, that first night. The older folk, including my parents, talked with my Aunt and other family members far into the night. I, on the other hand, decided to turn in early. I was given my Uncle's old study, and I found it very hard to sleep. The man had passed away, yet there were traces of his existence all around me. Mercifully, I dozed to sleep.The next morning I awoke to my father's hand gently shaking me. “John wake up.” It was hard to stay asleep with his big bear paw on my shoulder. “Listen,” he said as I turned to see him. “I know lately I've been riding you pretty hard and I'm sorry. I know you'll figure it out and I just want you know that I've got your back no matter what you choose to do,” he finished with a smile. The talk last night must have really opened his eyes to how fleeting life really was. I was still half asleep, but I felt a significant weight lift off my shoulders, both literally and emotionally. “Now get up, we have some work to do,” he finished. Although I didn't admit it to myself, I knew deep inside what work he had in mind. Every time we visited my Aunt, we ended up helping around the farm. Unlike back home, where the day started at 7 or 8 am, it started at 5 or 6 am here. I got my clothes and jacket and followed my dad as we headed out towards the small field behind my Aunt's barn.Our family has always grown in or around farms, so farm work was second nature to my father. On the other hand, I was less experienced, but I was willing to jump right in. Being on my father's good side renewed my attitude on life. Soon we were milking the small herd of cows my Uncle and Aunt owned. By the time we were done, my forearms felt sore. My dad laughed as he watched me open and close my hand.“She had some hard tits that one,” I said jokingly.“Yeah that's why I let you have that one,” he replied. “Your Uncle really like that cow. He used to say it was the best damn cow he had ever owned,” he said while looking back at the herd.I also looked around and could see the steam rising from the cows' backs. The mornings here truly felt magical. The sky was golden as the sun rose over the hilltops. The calves suckled quietly on their mothers'. It was a beautiful scene, to say the least.By the time we got back to the house, the women had already started breakfast. The place was bustling with people as neighbors and friends came to offer their condolences. The rest of the day went just like that. People coming and leaving while my Aunt tried her best to remain a good hostess.Tomorrow would be my Uncle's funeral, and it was really starting to set in that he was really gone. Late that evening, a small circle of men sat around a fire outside my Aunt's house. I could see they were all men who were a lot like my Uncle, landowners, and men of integrity. My dad was talking to them, and I decided to join them. They spoke of my Uncle and the kind of man he was, telling stories about some of his crazy ideas and sayings.All in all, it was a good feeling as I learned more about the man who I knew so little about. I soon found out that my Uncle had not only been a good husband to my Aunt but a perfect friend to all of them. He had, at one time or another, helped each one of these men. They were saddened to have lost him so soon. He had only been 46. My Aunt was only 40.Soon the talk took a somber tone as one man asked my father, “Has Rose told you was she plans to do with the farm?”“No, not yet,” my father replied calmly. “I will talk to her before I go and make sure she has what she needs. In any case she's a strong woman and she has that going for her,” he finished as he took a drink from his beer.After a few seconds, my dad spoke again. “In any case, I think John might stay here with her for a while.” I had my eyes fixated on the fire this whole time but processed what he had said. “What about it?,” asked my dad as he patted my back.“Sounds like a plan.” I replied, wondering if he was drunk.With that being said, the men eased back on their chairs watched the fire before them. I stood up and went to take a piss. I walked behind an old tractor that had been there for as long as I could remember, unleashing a small torrent on the side of one of the rear wheels.“You could go inside and do that,” I heard my cousin Megan's voice in the dark.Quickly I zipped up my jeans and looked up to where the voice was coming from. My cousin was lying on her back on top of the engine compartment of the tractor.“I'm sorry,” I muttered, embarrassed.Hearing my voice, she quickly turned to see me. “Oh, its you…” she said, surprised.I tried kicking some dirt over the little pond I had created. The last thing I wanted was for my cousin to smell was my piss. She smiled only slightly.“I wonder what my mom would think…” she started, “she used to yell at my dad for peeing on that exact same spot you know,” she said sadly.I noticed the distinct difference in some of the grass's color by the tractor's rear and front wheel. When I looked back up at Megan, I could see her eyes watering and knew she was trying not to cry. She slowly turned around, and I stood there wondering what to do. My eyes wandered up and down her small frame. She had always been a looker. She had her mother's brown wavy hair and a pretty face to go with it. She was shorter than her mom but had inherited the wide hips and ample bust that she always tried to hide by wearing a sweater.“I'm sorry about your dad,” I said slowly.“Thanks,” she said, still facing away.Without a word, I climbed up the side of the tractor and leaned over her. She was sniffling, and the hood of her sweater covered her face. Gently I kissed the only visible part of her cheek. She smiled, and I jumped back off the side of the old beast. I headed back to the house a little relieved and feeling generally good about myself.The next morning we had the funeral. The entire day was a sad ordeal. I soon realized how much I hated seeing my mom and aunt cry. My dad had an arm around my Aunt, but her shoulders still shook hard. I didn't feel like crying but watching my mother sob broke my composure, and I could feel my eyes watering. My cousin was sobbing uncontrollably, and I was glad her friends around her. She had always been daddy's little girl, and now she was reeling, having seen her father's casket buried. We stayed there hours after the funeral had ended, and I couldn't help but contemplate all the changes death brought.On the way back home, my father and I talked about what he had said yesterday. I had given it very little thought, considering he had been a little tipsy, but now I saw he was earnest. We had a long discussion about how it might be useful if I stayed with my Aunt for a few weeks, and I couldn't help but agree. I really was perfect for the task. I had nothing waiting for me back home, and I was grateful for a change in scenery. Being able to get my father off my back was another blessing that sealed the deal. My father didn't waste any time proposing the idea to my Aunt about me staying.The first thing out of her mouth was, “Don't you have school?”I smiled and replied, “Not for a couple of months.”It was the truth… school had ended, and she didn't need to know that I planned on skipping next semester. On the other hand, my cousin would be heading back as soon as she could find a flight. She had signed up for the summer session and needed to be back at school that same week. After some discourse, it was agreed that I would stay.My father took me aside and informed me that he would be depositing some funds to help with the expenses. I was glad, considering I had only a few hundred dollars from my last job. Hours later, my parents got their things ready for their morning flight, and I once again turned in earlier than usual. I spent the next couple of minutes thinking about what the next days would bring. I would be staying with my recently widowed Aunt on a small farm… freedom, at last, I thought.The next morning I awoke to the sound of my parents leaving. I kissed my mother goodbye and hugged my dad for a long time.“Take good care of her,” he said in his deep voice.“I will Dad,” I replied.My Aunt had always been very close to my dad, and I could feel the weight behind his request. She hugged each of them as well, and my mom finished by saying, “You give me a call if he gives you any trouble, and don't be afraid to smack him if he acts up…. you have my permission.”She said, smiling. “I wouldn't dream of it,” my Aunt Rose answered as she looked at me lovingly.I waved them goodbye as the cab pulled away. When I turned around, my Aunt was in the doorway smiling at me. She opened her arms, and soon I found myself pressing willingly into the softness of her breasts.That day I spent most of the time cleaning around the house and farm; my Aunt spent it indoors, mainly. I found it incredibly difficult to talk to her about my Uncle, and I was dreading the fact that my cousin would be leaving the very next day. The day flew by as I explored the farm and the rest of the grounds. I could see myself falling in love with this lifestyle.The next day, I drove my cousin to the airport, and it was now time to say goodbye.“Take good care of my mom John,” Megan told me.“Don't worry I will…” I answered reassuringly.Megan had suggested to my Aunt that she'd stay a while longer. But my Aunt would have nothing of it.“No Megan you need to finish up your schoolwork and besides I'll be fine with John here.”And so it was. My cousin flew back east to finish her classes, and I became my Aunt's only company.The next few days consisted of me getting accustomed to the routine. Surprisingly, my Aunt knew as much if not more than my father about tending the farm. I found myself following her lead most of the time. As the days went on, I found myself more and more comfortable around her. In the days following the funeral, we had become close friends. I recounted my stories about past girlfriends, and my Aunt told me how she and my Uncle had met. On some days, I could see the sadness in her eyes, and I tried my best to keep her spirits high. Slowly I began to grow more and more fond of her.The next morning I noticed I had no clothes left in my suitcase. I had only packed for a few days, and now I was shit out of luck. I tried looking for the jeans I had worn the day before, but I didn't see them anywhere. I only had the pair of briefs I had fallen asleep with, and to make matters worse, they had multiple holes around the elastic band. I stayed in my room for a little while, wondering what to do.However, after a while, I heard my Aunt yell from the kitchen, “John what do you want for breakfast!?”“Anything is fine by me aunt Rose!” I yelled back.A few minutes later, I heard her yell again, “Breakfast is almost ready!”I yelled back, “Ummm I can't find my jeans…”A couple seconds passed, and I was about to yell again when I heard her say, “Oh honey I think they are all in the wash. They're almost done but you better get in here before your breakfast gets cold,” she said, finally.I searched the room for a towel but found none.“You do have underwear right?” I heard her yell down the hall again.“Yeah,” I replied. I was glad my morning woody was gone because the thought of going to the kitchen with only my ‘tighty whiteys' was quite frightening.I tried to make it to my seat at the table before my Aunt turned around, but I was too late.“Oh honey, you don't wear boxers?” she asked, smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron.“Umm no, I don't really like them,” I replied while my hands desperately trying to cover my manhood.“I'm sorry Honey, I didn't know those were all your jeans. I would have left one had I known.” she informed me.“Its okay Aunt Rose, I appreciate you washing them.” I replied. My embarrassment had already been too high, but now I could feel my face turning red.She started scrambling some eggs while in her pj's, and I could not help but stare at her ass as she did this. Her pj's were probably not designed to be sexy for all intents and purposes, but her ass was so plump and voluptuous that it stretched the fabric slightly, and I could almost picture her naked through it. I didn't think I could be more embarrassed, but being only in briefs while watching her cook awoke my cock faster than any porno I had ever watched. I only hoped I didn't have to stand up soon.“Honey, can you get me the flour that's behind you in that cupboard, I'm going to make some pancakes,” she said.“Oh, that's okay Aunt Rose, I don't want any pancakes,” I replied, hoping she wouldn't ask me to get something else.“Well I do, so if you could please,” she said.I stood up quickly and started looking through the pantry. To my horror, I couldn't find it.“Baby, you know you have a hole in your underwear?” she asked teasingly.“Yeah,” I said, more embarrassed than ever.Finally, I found the flour and turned around quickly so that she couldn't see the hole any longer. I thought about tossing the flour box to her but decided against it. I walked quickly, trying to cover my crotch area with the flour box, trying not to be too obvious. When I got close to her, I extended it to her.“How bout you help me make them,” she said. It was now that I noticed that she was relishing in my discomfort. She had a hint of defiance in her eyes. I tried not to think about anything sexual, but my cock throbbed as I saw the cleavage.“I don't really know how to make them,” I said, trying to save myself from being so exposed.“That's okay, I'll teach you,” she replied quickly.She grabbed the box out of my hand, and then I saw her eyes shift down towards my pulsating cock. I looked down to see how clear my condition was; it was worse than I could imagine to my horror. My cock had become so hard and hot that I had not noticed the dark pulsating head peeking over the elastic band of my underwear.“Oh My!” my Aunt said almost in a whisper.Her left hand was covering her cleavage while the other hand still held the spatula. I rushed to cover it up with my hands, but the damage was done. I turned to run, but my Aunt caught my arm.“Honey, honey its okay,” she said quickly yet lovingly. “Just get a towel from that counter over there and umm, try covering up as best you can.” she said in the same tender tone.I made my way to the towel and went back to the table with the towel wrapped around my waist. I must have been a sad site sitting there at the table with my face in my hands.“Honey its okay,” I heard my Aunt say again as she slid a plate in front of me.I couldn't bring myself to look at her, and I wouldn't have had she not pleaded with me, “Look at me baby.”I slowly looked up to see her beautiful face. She was leaning over the table, and her cleavage was impossible not to look at. I was utterly hopeless, and she must have thought this as well because she let out a smile when she caught my stare.“I got an idea,” she sprung up all of a sudden.She turned around and untied her apron, then to my disbelief, she slid her shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see the sides of her breasts even as she faced away from me. Slowly she turned around, and my mouth dropped while my cock throbbed with renewed vigor.“See, now we are even,” she said smiling. She sat down across the table, and her tits swayed slightly as she set her plate before her. “Honey, you might be able to chew your food better if you close your mouth now and again,” she said coyly.I roused myself and tried to concentrate on my food. But kept looking up at Aunt Rose's incredible, round, soft tits sitting in front of me. Her nipples were timid now, but I could see them springing forward if given enough attention. Her aureoles were a shade darker than the rest of her skin, making it a little harder to breathe. She had a distinct tan line around her breasts. I wanted to fondle them more than ever and tuck my hand underneath them to feel their weight. Soon, however, breakfast was over, and my Aunt put her shirt back on.“Better not tell your dad… or your mom,” she said jokingly.“I won't,” I managed to say, my embarrassment virtually gone.“Now you better get out there and work some of that energy off,” she pointed cautiously at my crotch as she said this.“Will do,” I replied.“And one more thing hon,” she said as I started to walk out of the kitchen, “we need to get you some new underwear and jeans.”I managed to let out a small laugh and say, “Yeah I know.”[to be continued in ‘Mating Season']by Jism786 for Literotica. -

In this week's episode I talk with my Uncle James who is an HIV consultant to people who first contract HIV. I can't even imagine what it would be like to receive such unimaginable news. However, my uncle is here to educate us on HIV and what we can do to prevent HIV and to stay alive with HIV. Enjoy the show :) Follow Simone and Friends on Instagram and TikTok Instagram- https://www.instagram.com/simoneandfriendspodcast/ Tiktok- https://www.tiktok.com/@simoneandfriendss?is_from_we If you would like to be apart of the show or suggest a topic please email me @ simoneandfriendpodcats@gmail.com --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Fun stories about where loved one's ashes ended up today - including the ashes of Uncle James....gotta hear this story.  Also - what made Kat cry?  Unreal.  Get it all commercial free here!!

Hey y'all! Today we have an amazing NBA Playoff preview with one of your favorite guests, Uncle James! We talk about all the first round matchups, who we think will make it to the finals, and more! You can check out our Instagram and TikTok @andonepodcasts WNBA Fantasy League: https://fantasy.espn.com/womens-basketball/league/join?leagueId=353182340&inviteId=48fcf6c5-edc7-4c5b-a9b6-30d9d88e78be

All that glitters ain't gold! Writer, producer, director and actor James Moorer aka "Uncle James"  gives it to us straight as he reveals the cut-throat truth about having your script optioned.Then... he shares just how critical it is to build a brand as a screenwriter and how he works to make that happen in his role as head of Diversity & Inclusion at Roadmap Writers because as we say, it takes more than a screenplay to script your success!Tune in to hear Uncle James share all the magic of pancakes and movies (if you know, you know)Episode Resources:Roadmap WritersJames Moorer - LinkedIn90 Minute Mastermind SeriesTina Crump The Credit Doc

On today's BTLT, the fellas break down the biggest football of the entire year. Super Bowl 56 is finally here! Listen as the boys give their thoughts on the biggest storylines headed towards the big game. Uncles James joins the show to discuss Tom Brady's official retirement. 

It's Monday so it means a new fun and info-filled episode we have for you this week and we have with us; nonother than, the uncle of property world; James Sahota!! Lots of bants and property learnings (the hard way) with this one so we hope you'll enjoy it!

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Hi everyone we're back at our snowy Main Homestead. No we're not gonna stay here. We're going back to California, but this is a surprise for Christie from her uncle James, James is really happy to surprise her with this. You'll see how amazing it is when you hear him talk about this. He goes in right leather our horse down to where the new surprise is that is Christy‘s that her mommy and daddy got her. Check it out, and enjoy, live to chase your dreams, and live to inspire.

Episode 9 introduces Jack's Uncle James, retired school teacher.  Helen phones Susie, who is visiting Jack in Liverpool, but as is her wont, Susie has gone out without her phone. The result is Helen and Uncle James getting to know each other, sharing thoughts about the educational system and the  impending demise of the English vocabulary. Is it possible this is just an 'old people' problem?James is played by Liverpool actor Chris Darwin. You can help to support all the freelance artists who contribute their time and talents to make this podcast by donating the price of a cup of coffee via BuyMeACoffee.com/amIoldyet. Thanks for listening.  Stay safe.Support the show (https://www.patreon.com/amIoldyet)

Bible Reading: Luke 5:1-11As Ming and Dad were fishing, Ming got restless. "We've been here for more than an hour and haven't caught anything. I wanna go home." "That reminds me of a story in the Bible," said Dad. "The one about how Peter and the fishermen fished all night and caught no fish." "What? All night?" asked Ming in surprise."That's right," answered Dad. "It was only when Jesus told them to cast the net again that they managed to catch any fish--so many the boat could barely hold them!""I wish Jesus was here right now!" exclaimed Ming. "Then we'd catch some fish." Dad smiled. "Even though we can't see Jesus, He is with us. He helps us fish in a different way. After He performed the miracle in front of Peter and the other fishermen, He told them He would make them fishers of people.""Fishers of people? What does that mean?" asked Ming. "Wellthink of it this way," said Dad. "I grew up in Singapore, which is a multiethnic country. Over there, many people practice religions such as Buddhism, Islam, and Hinduism. Your grandparents used to worship Chinese gods and our ancestors when I was young." "Really? I thought they had always been Christians," said Ming.Dad shook his head. "No, I had never heard about Jesus until my best friend James explained the gospel to me when we were in middle school. I was confused and found it hard to understand the concept of one God. It wasn't until I went to college that I began to understand. I'm thankful to James for not giving up on me. He continued to talk to me about Jesus and invited me to church and Bible studies. Slowly, I began to understand that there is only one true God and that I needed to be forgiven for my sin. I finally trusted Jesus as my Savior and became a Christian.""Wow, so Uncle James is like Peter having a miraculous catch," said Ming."Exactly. Eventually your grandparents became Christians too. That's what it means to be fishers of people. Jesus helps us bring more people to Him." Just then, Ming noticed a tug in the fishing rod. "Look, Dad! We caught a fish!" Dad smiled. "Jesus must have heard us." -Kelly ChoyHow About You?Have you told your friends the good news of Jesus? Do you feel like giving up when they don't accept it right away? Don't give up. Remember that Jesus is always there to help you. Keep telling others about Him and showing them His love. Share what He's done to save us with your family and friends, and trust Him to do the rest.Today's Key Verse:"Come, follow me," Jesus said, "and I will send you out to fish for people." (NIV) (Matthew 4:19)Today's Key Thought:Tell others about Jesus

Hey y'all! Today I have a special NBA Finals episode where James and I sit down to talk all about the upcoming matchup for the Larry O'Brien trophy. Go follow our podcast on Instagram and TikTok @andonepodcasts

Leading up to Father's Day, Ramsey met with his Uncle James to talk about his grandfather Russell, the one that introduced him to hunting. In addition to some of the stories he heard around the dinner table growing up, he learned a few more.   Subscribe, rate and review Duck Season Somewhere podcast. Share your favorite episodes with friends! Business inquiries and comments contact Ramsey Russell ramsey@getducks.com   Podcast Sponsors: BOSS Shotshells Benelli Shotguns Kanati Waterfowl Taxidermy GunDog Outdoors Mojo Outdoors Tom Beckbe GetDucks USHuntList   It's duck season somewhere for 365 days per year. Follow Ramsey Russell's worldwide duck hunting adventures as he chases them year-long: Instagram @ramseyrussellgetducks YouTube @GetDucks Facebook @GetDucks.com

00:00:05 Fred Finger - Petit Perroquet 00:01:54 Forum Russia - Each Other 00:05:03 DJ Blyatman & Russian Village Boy - Cika Blyat 00:08:08 Melodik Pinpon - Homosexuales Discothekus 00:12:13 Jankenpopp - La Drogue 00:15:40 LDFDP - Casquette 00:16:14 Anne Léonard - Mon Cul 00:18:24 Lil Klein & Ronnie Flex - Drank & Druks 00:20:48 Mash Gordon - I'm Zentrum 00:25:35 Egotronic - Die Partei 00:28:47 MC Punjabi - Knightrider 00:32:43 LDFDP - Fais Pas L'con 00:35:14 Cosmic Wurtz - Uncle James 00:37:47 Otoboke Beaver - Demon's Light 00:40:05 Violence & Honneteté - Pas Assez Peté 00:41:43 Lakorde - Pute Pute Salope 00:43:42 Diesel Dudes - Farm To Factory 00:46:28 Von Bikrav - Comme Un Coq 00:50:20 Michel Vedette - Comme Un Aigle 00:53:21 Schwefelgelb - Die Düne Hand 00:56:45 Computer Truck - Cracovian Scene Feat Yan From Ben & Bene --All the skits are from Marc Coucke "le réveil de l'entreprenariat"--  

You're so embarrassed your dad is making you show off your body to Uncle James. Your daddy is always praising you lately saying how beautifully you've been growing into your body but does he have to do it in front of HIM? Your daddy has been teaching you a few things about being a woman with your mom no longer around, but now he wants you to perform them in front of Uncle James. You're blushing so hard but you do your best not to disappoint daddy...Part 2 of 2 Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Ever since your mother died, it has been just you and your daddy taking care of each other. You have gotten extremely close, but lately you've felt like you're the one parenting your dad rather than the other way around. The worst is when your daddy's friend Uncle James comes to town. Whenever Uncle James is around, your dad changes. They get so out of control, drinking and smoking and staying up all night. Secretly you miss the special time you get with him when it's just you two. Luckily Uncle James has been MIA for years. One day though when you come home from school, Uncle James is sitting on your couch. It's clear that he and your dad have been drinking. You want to go to your room, but your daddy tells you he wants you to stay a while and show you off to Uncle James. When your dad gets that look in his eye, you know you are not allowed to say no...Part 1 of 2 Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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On todays BTLT, the fellas received a unexpected surprise from "Uncle James" before recording the episode. What they thought would be a quick visit turned into a six hour long "Uncle James" storm. Also, the fellas open up about their individual insecurities in the dating world. Video games, comics, all things once considered nerdy and something you don't talk about with women are all now highly accepted. Current Events round up the episode with hotels in space?!

Welcome Back! Welcome to Season 2 of InseQueer: The Podcast, right out the gate, Chloe is back with new #Insequeerities and the same energy to work through or at least acknowledge them! In this episode, Chloe talks about what turning 34 feels like and why it's only right that she reclaim her 20s. This episode is dedicated to Uncle James. Happy Birthday to Chloe and Happy Birthday to Season 2 of InseQueer the Podcast! InseQuestion(s): What's your favorite birthday moment? A birthday moment you won't forget? What's a dream birthday experience you'd like to have?Want a conversation with Chloe?Instagram: @insequeer_thepodcastTwitter: @insequeerpodInsequeer AF Host: @back_too_blackEmail: insequeerthepodcast@gmail.comYoutube: https://www.youtube.com/c/InseQueerThePodcast/videos

On todays BTLT, Logan and Tristen are joined by "Uncle James". James Hunter joins the fellas to share the many obstacles that come from fatherhood and sacrifices any parent Is willing to make for their children. The horny pope finds his holy self In hot water after his social media account Is caught liking yet another picture of a very curvy woman. Current events and everyones favorite segment, hypotheticals make their return as well.

Hey y’all! We have a special guest on this episode - Uncle James! Today we’re going to talk about our way too early preseason picks, some NBA news, our bets for this week, and play a fun game of This or That. Go follow our podcast on Instagram @andonepodcasts

Mike begins this current event podcast by explaining secession as a federalist principle. Additionally, further evidence the Chinese Communist Party has secretive influence all over the world, Former AG Bill Barr suppressed the Hunter Biden Story, The hacking of US government agencies and the software used by dominion voting systems, and finally Facebook's Bipartisan Anti-trust case! Hunter Biden's money laundering operation with Dad and Uncle James using Chinese money: https://www.dailywire.com/news/hunter-biden-called-father-and-chinese-business-partner-office-mates William Barr hid Justice department investigations of Hunter Biden: https://nypost.com/2020/12/11/william-barr-hid-two-federal-probes-into-hunter-biden-for-months/ Major leak of Chinese Communist Party Members: https://www.dailywire.com/news/breaking-huge-data-leak-exposes-chinese-communist-party-members-embedded-in-western-companies-and-governments Hackers go after U.S. government, targeting agencies and private companies: https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/russian-hackers-breach-u-s-government-effort-aimed-agencies-private-n1251057 Epoch Times Solar Winds software used by Dominion Voting Systems: https://bizpatriot.com/dominion-voting-systems-uses-firm-that-enabled-us-treasury-hack/ Facebook Antitrust Case: https://www.wired.com/story/facebook-ftc-antitrust-case-smoking-gun/ Bill Pascrell D-NJ asks Pelosi to refuse to seat lawmakers that signed up with the Texas vs. penn lawsuit: https://thehill.com/homenews/house/529883-rep-pascrell-jr-asks-pelosi-to-refuse-to-seat-lawmakers-supporting-trumps Democrats call for investigations of trump if he loses election: https://thehill.com/homenews/house/526418-dem-lawmaker-calls-for-doj-investigation-of-entire-trump-administration Please like, share, and subscribe You have criticisms, recommendations, or topics for new videos: thefederalistfiles@gmail.com Youtube: https://youtube.com/channel/UCrPbNN9i70MoE83sjtJpthQ Catch this podcast on apple podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-federalist-files/id1536517953 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/0hpUFhzr8AXqXLKl6daQKq iheart radio: https://www.iheart.com/podcast/269-the-federalist-files-73615284/ Rumble: https://rumble.com/user/Thefederalistfiles Support our veterans: https://www.woundedwarriorproject.org Follow on parler: @MichaelDeMato Follow on Twitter: @michael_demato Facebook: Michael DeMato Facebook Page: The federalist files

Top 5 Yoel Romero moments!! Why the UFC made a mistake by cutting Yoel? Floyd Mayweather vs Logan Paul announced. Anthony Johnson to Bellator. Post UFC: Hermansson vs Vettori. Where it all went wrong for Hermansson? Why was this a big event for Cousin Frank? Pre UFC 256: Figueiredo vs Moreno. Customizable Portion: Paul's Top 5 of the Week. Guess whose calendar Uncle James buys on the show?

Brinton Woodall sits down with James "Uncle Joe" sports writer and podcast host of the Snooze you lose Podcast. They talk about Uncle James contributions as a sports writer to Yahoo and Fox and James give insight on what is happening in the gambling world due to Covid 19. Instagram @brintonwoodall Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/s?i=digital-text&rh=p_27%3ABrinton+Woodall&s=relevancerank&text=Brinton+Woodall&ref=dp_byline_sr_ebooks_1 Twitter: @americanaquill Uncle Joe podcast for snooze you lose: https://anchor.fm/snoozeyoulose --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/brinton-woodall/support

Hey y’all! We have our first guest on the podcast - Uncle James! Today we’re going to talk about James and his favorite team, the highs and lows this week, who’s the star player (and worst player) of the week, and what bets you should make.

Good lord! Have we finally made it to the end of this ridiculous #HistoricalNightcap??? Yes, yes we have. In this final chapter of the Anniana saga, we revisit the years 1825 and 1826 for the most infamous moments that impacted this sapphic duo. From visiting Mrs. Barlow in Paris with Mariana in tow, to Mariana actually leaving Charles and being "sent back" by Anne.We still think you should consider having a drink as an accompaniment even though this is the end. Below you'll find our detailed chapter list with time stamps and dates for each entry referenced, and as always, we'd love to hear from you! Feel free to reach out and follow us on all the things for daily talk of grubbling @gentlemancrack @gentlemanjackcrackSupport us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/gentlemanjackcrackSupport us on Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/misandryChapter Marks:18250:19 - In January a letter from Mariana read to Mrs. Barlow & Anne discovers "pocket holes"1:20 - January 23rd: February: Barlow pushes for Anne's promise for life2:29 - August 23rd: Anne receives a heartbreaking letter from Mrs. Barlow then sees Mariana8:11 - September 2nd: Anne compares Mariana to Mrs. Barlow to her face12:08 - September 9th: Anne and Mariana discuss bad hymen science and ideas of virginity15:22 - September 12th: Anne more dangerous than men to "turn loose"18:41 - September 22nd: Mariana claims to have never thought of Scarbro'20:50 - October 4th: Anne and Mariana renew their vows25:08 - December 13th: Anne weeps over Mrs. Barlow and wonders about making her a misstress28:18 - December 21st: Anne mentions Mariana's sister Harriet and her incredible flriting skills182630:20 - The end of our journey31:38 - January 3rd: Strap talk about Harriet and the legend of the Belcombe sisters35:37 - January 15th: Mrs. Barlow writes Anne to acknowledge their "divorce"37:59 - January 26th: Uncle James dies and Anne inherits Shibden38:52 - March 12th: Anne discourages Mariana from leaving Charles39:53 - March 14th: Harriet calls out Anne for being a player41:54 - March 15th-16th: Mariana arrives to Shibden and attempts to leave Charles50:32 - GAY DRAMA ALERT: Anne and Mariana go traveling, including to Paris52:12 - September 2nd: Mrs. Barlow is shocked to meet Mariana and throws hella shade55:55 - October 3rd: A finale meeting between Mrs. Barlow and Mariana57:56 - Helena Whitbread's epilogue about the end of 18261:00:57 - A caveat with the final statement made on Anne and Ann1:08:57 - Jaunty grubble stories in honor of the best of Anniana1:20:00 - Finally at the end for our toasts!!END OF PART VIII See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

(This was recorded on July 3, 2020) The 3rd Amendment, Washington Redskins, Cracker Jacks, and Uncle James' Cake Mix. F*** your 'emotional support' animal, Birkin Bags, and more Nike hate. Summer vacation is over. Let's grind, folks!

Join Ride-or-Die Kristin, Brother Mark, Uncle James, and Paul aka Dad for the UFC 248: Adesanya vs Romero early prelims ... which ends up being us recapping the UFC 249: Khabib vs Tony press conference, plus having a little fun. Our regular show, where we breakdown UFC 248 will take place at its normal time on Tuesday. 

UFC 247: Jones vs Reyes breakdown and predictions with Cousin Frank and Uncle James. Our new, organic, numbered-event format. James' True/False "quiz." Which card was better going in: UFC 246 or UFC 247? Customizable Portion: Top 3 Kobe Bryant Moments, plus Super Bowl 54: Chiefs vs 49ers, plus Shakira and J-Lo. 

We did a special Holiday Christmas Episode, it's so important to make sure that you show love to the generations before you,they have so much to offer and love to give, with that in mind I spoke to my last Great Uncle.

Uncle James and Cousin Frank in studio! Post UFC 245: Usman vs Covington. Favorite moment from UFC 245? Why we weren't surprised by Moraes vs Aldo decision? Jose Aldo's Not-so-Sweet Technique. Amanda Nunes' non-Octagon Sweet Technique. Rank these abdominal tattoos. Performance Bonuses and Deductions for UFC 245. Rank these 5 UFC 245 nicknames. Customizable Portion: Detroit Lions.

Where is the coolest place you have smoked weed? In todays episode I sit down with my good friend @FreeFallsf and we talk about all the places we smoked that sweet kush. FreeFall: Instagram - www.instagram.com/freefallsf/ Soundcloud - @freefallsf Intro track - FreeFall - Drip Feat. Owl Green Follow along on my Instagram as well @_owlgreen  

Another mix from the mind of Dino... As I get older, I reminisce on the music my Aunts and Uncles would introduce me to when I spent time with them over the summers. My Uncle Alvin and Aunt Joanne in Baton Rouge, Lousiana, Aunt Rita and Uncle James in Flint, Michigan. I would sit in Aunt Gloria's car and act like I was driving with just the ignition switched on and jammin to her 8-Track collections. There were times we'd babysit ourselves while they went out, and my cousins and I would raid through their records. Miss those days... Anywho, I also wish I had access to music like this as a teenager, and after serving in the Army. Radio Stations are so limited based on where you live and if only at least for a Sunday (weekly) go back and teach folk all the music they may have never heard... Thanks Joey. I'll keep researching as long as I have a heartbeat. Hope you dig the mix. (1) "Way Back When" ~ Brenda Russell (2) "Going Up In Smoke" ~ Eddie Kendricks (3) "Circles" ~ Atlantic Starr (4) "Straight From The Heart" ~ Loose Change (5) "You Know How To Love Me" ~ Phyllis Hyman (6) "Cosmic Lust" ~ Mass Production (7) "Come Go With Me" ~ Pockets (8) "Over & Over" ~ Ashford & Simpson (9) "Everybody Dance" ~ Chic (10) "Bad Mouthin" ~ Motown Sounds (11) "Message In Our Music" ~ The O'Jays

Explaining my Aunt Mike and Uncle James wasn't easy in the early 80's. Mike was short for Margaret. Try explaining that to your Jr. High buddies. Chris www.onTopoftheWorldRadio.com

Uncle James and Lil Ricky and Justin Morgan and Ezra Eshetu aka "the Ethiopian Prince" talk about BLACK PANTHER and things get real AF. I just wanna state how much love we have for everyone all races and creeds cuz when it comes down to it "CASH RULES EVERYTHING AROUND ME C.R.E.A.M. GET THE MONEY DOLLA DOLLA BILL YALL." GODBLESS THIS WORLD and EVERYTHING IN IT.

Download Episode! Lawrence is on a quest to travel to every country in the world while honoring his uncle, by spreading his ashes in every country.   Uncle James was a free spirit and travel pioneer who inspired Lawrence to travel even more.  Lawrence lost his uncle to cancer and wanted to honor his memory.  Lawrence is now traveling to every country in the world as well as the 325 regions noted in Travelers' Century Club to spread his ashes.  Lawrence has braved the streets of Mogadishu and has been detained by North Korea while pursuing this quest.  Lawrence is based in The Gambia where he moved with Uncle James in the 1990s.  Their goal was to protect and preserve the environment and culture and along the way they built a beautiful lodge.  For years, they lived off the land, camping in the forest, with no running water or electricity.  Today, Lawrence joins me on Skype from England while I am in Boston.  Please listen in and enjoy. Subscribe on iTunes today! Check out our partner and sponsor: Chasing 193, Volume II: The Quest To Visit Every Country In The World. Explore the unique stories from 20 more world-class travelers from various backgrounds and nations and from all walks of life who have tirelessly pursued visiting every country in the world and have filled their lives with a virtually endless amount of adventure.  Including a chapter on Lawrence.   More about Lawrence Williams: Born in: Walton-Upon-Thames, Surrey, UK Passport from: United Kingdom Favorite travel book: On The Road Favorite travel film: Into The Wild Favorite travel site: Kayak Must carry: iPhone Favorite food: Pizza Favorite drink: Grenadine and soda Favorite Airline: Emirates Favorite Hotel: Shangrila Lhasa Instagram: @larrymakasutu Check out his lodge in The Gambia: mandinalodges.com and gambia.co.uk Subscribe on iTunes today!! About Counting Countries Counting Countries is the only podcast to bring you the stories from the dedicated few who’ve spent their lives on the singular quest of traveling to every country in the world. Less people have traveled to every country in the world than have been to outer space. Theme music for this podcast is Demeter’s Dance, written, performed, and provided by Mundi. About GlobalGaz Ric Gazarian is the host of Counting Countries. He is the author of three books: Hit The Road: India, 7000 KM To Go, and Photos From Chernobyl.  He is the producer of two travel documentaries: Hit The Road: India and Hit The Road: Cambodia.   Ric is also on his own quest to visit every country in the world. You can see where he has traveled so far and keep up with his journey at GlobalGaz.com How Many Countries Are There? Well… that depends on who you ask! The United Nations states that there are 193 member states. The British Foreign and Commonwealth office states that there are 226 countries and territories. The Century Club states that there are 325 sovereign nations, territories, enclaves, and islands. The Most Traveled Person states that there are 875 unique parts of the world. The Best Traveled states that there are 1281 unique places in the world. Me? My goal is the 193 countries that are recognized by the UN, but I am sure I will visit some other places along the way. Check out our partner and sponsor: Chasing 193, Volume II: The Quest To Visit Every Country In The World. Explore the unique stories from 20 more world-class travelers from various backgrounds and nations and from all walks of life who have tirelessly pursued visiting every country in the world and have filled their lives with a virtually endless amount of adventure. Disclaimer: I will earn a fee if you order from Amazon/Agoda.

Welcome to SPECTRE etc. This is the James Bond podcast where we discuss the ins and the outs of each film. In this episode, we catch MacGuffin Mania in a quest to get back our ATAC! Join us for this Winter Games extravaganza, as we watch James Bond do stunt after stunt that are clearly beyond Roger Moore in “For Your Eyes Only”. * We open with Please-Don’t-Call-Me-Blofeld hijacking a helicopter that is carrying Bond! This bald villain offers James a brand new delicatessen, but Bond is looking forward to a SPECTRE-free future. * Bond takes the morning train into Sheena Easton’s sleepy song, before being briefed on this film’s macguffin - the ATAC. Meanwhile, Melina meets her parents at sea - who are immediately slaughtered right in front of her. * A quintessential 1980s pool party - complete with totem tennis and awful music - brings Bond to Spain. He is captured, but Melina gatecrashes the party with her crossbow, allowing Bond to escape. The plan is to leave in the Lotus, but an explosive anti-theft device forces a change in plans. * Bond and Melina flee in the Definitely-A-Bond-Car Citroen. Once Bond has had his way with criticising her driving, his hands are free to take control of this canary-yellow car. They escape, and Bond hypocritically warns Melina against seeking revenge. * Bond and Q use the Identigraph to lock sights on Locke. This information sends Bond to Italy, where he meets Ferrara and Kristatos and Bibi. Kristatos tells Bond not to trust Columbo - but because Kristatos thinks Bond should chaperone Bibi, we know not to trust Kristatos. * Melina visits a local crossbow store - which, from how the coach driver “protected” her, seems like a smart purchase for a lady travelling alone in this part of the world. Bond gets a taste of the other side of sexual harassment when Bibi tries to seduce him. Thankfully (for all), Uncle James offers to buy her an ice-cream instead. * Eric the biathlete gives Bibi the stinkeye before a ski chase through a chalet and down a bobsled track. Then, an unnecessary scene at the ice hockey rink ensures all the Winter Games are covered. * The plot grinds to a halt as Bond and Melina walk us through some of Greece’s cultural heritage. The action kicks back in when Bond goes home with Contessa Brosnan - who he beds, of course. This turns out as well for this Contessa as bedding Bond did for Contessa Teresa in OHMSS. * Columbo brings Bond onside by poking fun at his physique, and these new partners head off to detonate the warehouse where Kristatos keeps his big spherical balls.. Bond tries a taste of raw opium and subsequently is able to zoom up a big flight of stairs at superhuman speed and kick Locke’s car off a cliff. * Bond and Melina meet underwater, then head for the shipwreck to retrieve the ATAC. In a clamp-heavy scene, Bond has to fight for freedom from a few foes. Kristatos captures and then keel-hauls the couple across the coral, but Bond is able to cut the cable. * Bond just happens to be an unbelievably impressive rock-climber for such an old man, so he is able to sneak up to the mountaintop monastery where Kristatos is waiting to meet Russian M. Bond ignores the big villain and instead has his big showdown with one of the henchman. Thankfully, Columbo is able to kill Kristatos, saving Melina from the satisfying resolution of avenging her parents’ murder. * Bond throws the ATAC off the cliff, then chooses skinny-dipping over taking a call from the Prime Minister. And of course, keep checking back for a link to our petition to have Max the Parrot replace JW Pepper as Bond’s best-known sidekick!

Tracklist: 01. Jose Nunez - Hold On (Jazz-N-Groove Nu Disco Mix)02. Annette Taylor - Faith (Copyright Dub)03. James Bryan Ft Renee Wynter - Beautiful World (Monkey Dust Mix)04. Nick Fiorucci feat Carl Henry - You Belong To Me (Richard Earnshaw Exquisite House Mix)05. The Muthafunkaz ft Marc Evans - I Dont Want You Anymore06. Andrea Mendez - Bring Me Love (Death By Chocolate Fudge Mix)07. Spanky Wonderland - How Many Times (Audiowhores Mix)08. Uncle James ft Tony Marino - The Godfather (Raf 'n' Soul NYC's Soul Mix)09. Kevin Kay - I Can't Wait for Love (Club Mix)10. Remady P&R - No Superstar (Tony Granello & Grooveprofessor Funky Room Mix)11. Lucilia - Sun Goes Down (Central Avenues Main Mix)12. Morjac ft Raz Conway - Stars (Soulmagic Club Extended Mix) www.robbiestyles.co.uk

Tracklisting: 01. Jose Nunez - Hold On (Jazz-N-Groove Nu Disco Mix)02. Annette Taylor - Faith (Copyright Dub)03. James Bryan Ft Renee Wynter - Beautiful World (Monkey Dust Mix)04. Nick Fiorucci feat Carl Henry - You Belong To Me (Richard Earnshaw Exquisite House Mix)05. The Muthafunkaz ft Marc Evans - I Dont Want You Anymore06. Andrea Mendez - Bring Me Love (Death By Chocolate Fudge Mix)07. Spanky Wonderland - How Many Times (Audiowhores Mix)08. Uncle James ft Tony Marino - The Godfather (Raf 'n' Soul NYC's Soul Mix)09. Kevin Kay - I Can't Wait for Love (Club Mix)10. Remady P&R - No Superstar (Tony Granello & Grooveprofessor Funky Room Mix)11. Lucilia - Sun Goes Down (Central Avenues Main Mix)12. Morjac ft Raz Conway - Stars (Soulmagic Club Extended Mix) www.robbiestyles.co.uk