The old Goat

I'm Jane 25 widow 2 children 4 & 2, my husband Alan died in a single-vehicle accident and had no insurance. The bank foreclosed on our house and cars. Leaving us without a place to live, my parents were both deceased and Alan was orphan and had no family as far as I knew. I only had one relative I knew of and had only met him at my grandmother's funeral when I was 7. He was her brother David 62 and the youngest of her siblings and the only one that is still alive. Living in a shelter with my 2 children, I made contact with my great uncle David. My mother had referred to him as the old Goat and I didn't know why. He sounded nice on the phone and said he would help us, he lived interstate and drove overnight to see us and help out any way he could. On meeting him he was 6 foot and rugged looking and took out of the shelter and booked us into a motel. He asked me what type of help I wanted and on finding out I had no skills and dropped out of school. Told me we had better return with him to his home, he lived on a sixty-acre property with a couple of horses, chickens and some pigs. He had retired after traveling the world working and had retired to his quiet property. He hadn't ever married and as far as he knew had no children of his own. My children loved him from the start and he had them in fits of laughter for most of the drive to his home. He had a 5 bedroom, 2 bath home with a large barn about 10 miles from the closest town. We arrive at his place and after we had put away our few processions, he suggested we go into town and get some more clothes for and the children and groceries. While in town he paid for me to my hair done and took the children to a movie. After the movie, we met up and got the groceries and head back to his place. The next morning I slept in and David got breakfast for the children and then took them around the property to meet his animals. When I awoke, I found a note telling breakfast was in the oven and where they had gone. I ate breakfast and had a shower and then went to find them and found my two children on an old horse called Charlie and they were enjoying it a great deal. They told me about all the animals and I could they were a lot happier than they had been in a long time. We all settled down to living together and I did the housework and washing for David and he gave me an allowance, which I tried to refuse. But he insisted I have spending money and he bought me a car, so I was left stranded on the property when he was away. Then one day I was picking up washing from the various room and walked in on David drying himself after a shower. He didn't see me as he was drying his face with a towel and I got an eyeful of his large cock, it was a good 6 inches long on the slack hanging between his legs. I left before he saw me and couldn't stop thinking about his cock. My late husband Alan's cock was only 3 inches long on the slack and around 7 when he had a hard-on. I'd been masturbating at night to satisfy myself and now I found I couldn't concentrate anymore doing myself for thinking about David's cock. I decided I would try to get him to fuck me a least once and started wearing tight revealing clothes and hugging him as well. But it did work he didn't make move on me and so finally I decided to make the first move and I went to his bedroom and joined him in his bed naked and started to cuddle up to him. He was shocked and wanted to know why I was doing it and I told him I wanted to give him something back for being so good to me and the children. I grabbed his cock and started to stroke it and it went hard straight away. David gave up resisting and started to join in and then he went down on me and then he fucked me with his eleven-inch cock. It hurt a bit at first, but soon I was really enjoying it. After a short rest, he did me again and again in the morning. I started sleeping with him every night and got pregnant and we are expecting our first child in early February. I'm very happy with the arrangement and want to give him at least two children.