Allison - Chapter 5 - Allison Farms

Allison Farms becomes legal and official, - with Love.

Chapter 5 - Allison Farms

Allison and I didn't spend every hour of every day together. She had her work to do and I had mine. It was not uncommon for one or the other of us to go to town without the other. We thought nothing of it.

During the next week I easily managed to get into town without Allison to go to the sign painter and check out his work on our sign. I saw the sign when it was almost finished. All he had left to do was apply several coats of polyurethane to make it last. His work was beautiful. He was quite an artist. He used the photograph I sent him as a guide. What he made was a large wooden sign, five feet high and ten feet long, with the same image on both sides. The bottom two thirds of the scene was a beautiful green field of corn, and the top third a beautiful, colorful sunset, with the golden sun halfway down behind the corn. Across the bottom third of the sign, superimposed over the corn, but not obscuring it, were the words “Allison Farms,” in large bold letters, similar in color to the sunset, and easily readable by passing traffic. It was the name I had secretly chosen for our farm, and it could be interpreted as a first name or a last name. The sign was beautiful. I paid the artist, gave him a $100 tip, and told him to have it installed at the end of our driveway as soon as he was ready.

I knew that Allison and I needed to return to the lawyer to sign papers about the incorporation of our farm, but I was putting it off until the sign was erected. I wanted the name to surprise Allison, and I knew she would see it when we signed the papers, so I was stalling until the sign was put up.

About five or six days later, after some early morning sex, Allison and I were having breakfast. We were just getting up to clean up the dishes when Allison happened to glance out the kitchen window. “What the hell?” she said.
“What's up, Sweetie?”
“There's some guys, and a couple of trucks out by the road. They're unloading stuff.”
I went over next to her and looked out the window, pretending not to know what they were doing. “Yeah, they're definitely doing something on our property.” We watched them in silence for a minute, but their intentions were not obvious. Our driveway was almost a quarter of a mile long, so it was hard to tell what they were doing. After a bit, I said, “I'll clean up these dishes if you want to walk out and see what they're up to.”
“OK, Daddy.”
She was wearing her usual breakfast flannel shirt and panties. I smiled at her and said, “Don't forget to put your pants on first.”
She giggled. “Good idea.”

Allison went upstairs and finished dressing, then gave me a kiss and started the long walk out to the road. I could watch her out the window as I cleaned up the dishes. I couldn't help thinking that those guys were in for a treat. I'm sure they weren't expecting a beautiful redhead to come out and investigate their work. I suspended my dish work and went to the closet to get my binoculars to watch.

By the time Allison got to the men they had unloaded a power post hole digger and were getting ready to dig one of the holes for the sign. They stopped working when she got close and they all came over to talk to her. They talked for a minute, then walked over to the truck and Allison looked in the back, at the large sign. They talked for another minute or so, then Allison started the walk back to the house. She walked much more slowly than she had on the way out. Just before she got back to the house, a concrete truck showed up.

When Allison came into the kitchen she was crying and did not speak. Her face and eyes looked like she had cried all the way in the driveway. She came to me and embraced me. I held her tightly and I could feel her quiet sobs. I held her close and waited. It seemed like a long time before she could speak. When she finally did, she looked me in the eyes and said, “Oh, Daddy.” Then she held me and cried some more. I had never seen her so overcome with emotions.

Allison did not attempt to speak for several more minutes. When she finally regained her composure, she looked in my eyes and said, “I'll never let you down, Daddy. I promise I'll make you proud.”
I pulled her close to me and whispered, “I'm already proud, Sweetheart.”

Later that morning, now that the surprise was sprung, we went into to town to sign the lawyer's papers. Allison seemed very happy. We played the radio and she moved with the music. About half way to town a familiar song came on and I told Allison to listen. The song was the Ozark Mountain Daredevils song “Country Girl”, When they got to the chorus I turned it up loud and said, “Listen Sweetie. This is just for you.” The singer sang:

Oh country girl... won't you come to me tonight?
Oh country girl... smother me with delight.
Oh country girl... you drive away the pain.
Oh country girl... you made sunshine of the rain.

Allison smiled, but didn't speak. Her eyes looked a little moist. I was sure she got the meaning of the song lyrics.

After the lawyer, we did a few more errands in town, and picked up a few things at the store. It had been a while since breakfast, so we stopped at the café for lunch. There were only two cafés in town and we had been to both of them plenty of times. We knew most of the people who worked there, and a good number of the customers.

We took a table and the waitress came to take our order. Her name was Blerta, and we both knew her. She was an immigrant from the former Yugoslavia. That's why she had such an unusual name. She was a nice lady, very friendly with the people she knew, and also a damn good waitress. She checked on her customers frequently. She was a hard worker.

We were about half done with our meal and Blerta came to see if we needed anything. When she left Allison was smiling at me. I was puzzled and said, “How come you're smiling like a possum?”
Allison giggled and said quietly, “I think Blerta likes you.” I didn't get that impression, and asked her why she thought that. She said, “Guys don't notice it sometimes, but girls do. Did you see the way she looks at you? She's got the hots for you.”

I guess I had taken Blerta for granted. I never paid much attention to her. When she came back to our table next time, I looked her in the eyes this time. She had big, beautiful blue eyes. She responded with a big smile and looked in my eyes the whole time we talked. It only lasted half a minute, but it was different. Maybe Allison was right. I'd just never thought of her in that way.

Blerta was about forty years old. She was bigger than Allison, but she wasn't fat. She worked too hard to get fat. Her body was well-proportioned, and she had exceptionally nice titties. I did notice them before. Her titties were large and full, but not so big as to look out of proportion. They did not sag. They were very nice. She dressed plainly and wore no makeup at all, but she looked good. She smiled a lot, which made her look better.

On the way home Allison said, “I'm sure of it now.”
“Sure of what?” I said.
“About Blerta. Did you see the difference when you started looking at her and talking to her? Her face just lit up.”
I said, “Yeah, she was friendly, but she always has been. I guess I just took her for granted. I never really noticed her before.”
She giggled. “I bet you noticed those titties, though, didn't you?”
I laughed. “Yeah, I did notice those.”
“She likes you, Daddy. I bet she'd fuck you if you hung around there and talked to her a little more.”
I laughed, “Well, that's no way for a daughter to talk to her daddy.”
Allison giggled, “Why not? I think you should go for it. She wants to.”
“You mean, you'd want me to? You wouldn't be jealous?”
“Hell no. Just because you and me are fucking, that's no reason not to. I don't have a monopoly on your little weenie.”
I had to laugh again. “Well, that's very generous of you, Sweetie.” After a minute I took her hand and said, “You're about the best daughter a man could ever want.”

When we got back to the farm the sign was up and the workers were gone. They had it braced up with some temporary wooden stakes until the concrete cured. They had cleaned up their mess and, except for the temporary braces, it looked like the sign had been there forever. They did a beautiful job. We stopped the truck and got out to examine it. Allison gave me a hug and said, “Thank you, Daddy. It's beautiful.”
I said, “It's all for you, baby.”

We took care of the animals and did a few other small jobs that afternoon. When it came time for supper we weren't very hungry after our late lunch. We had a little snack and then we actually sat down in the living room to watch a movie, which was highly unusual for us. We didn't watch much TV.

Half way through the movie, Allison scooted up close to me and started rubbing between my legs. I didn't discourage her. I responded with a kiss and put my hands on her body. After a few minutes she moved down to her knees in front of the couch and unzipped my pants. She didn't take my pants down, but took my dick out through the zipper and put her mouth on it. She kept her hands on the sides, pulling the opening apart to keep the zipper from irritating me.

She worked on the head of it, much as she had the first time she did it the other day. She didn't take it deep, but her mouth was very warm and wet and wonderful. She was persistent. She kept up her motions, except for the occasional intentional pause to let the tension build. She was very skilled with her mouth. She could tell when my orgasm was getting close. I didn't know if she wanted me to cum in her mouth or not, but she never stopped and never backed off. When it came, she sealed her lips around it, just past the head, and stopped her motions while I squirted into her mouth. She swallowed repeatedly, trying to get it all down. It was a big load and it took several swallows, but she did it. She got every drop, cleaning the last of it off with her lips as she backed off. She swallowed a couple more times, then said, “Wow! That was much better, not leaving a mess all over me.”
I said, “That was wonderful, Sweetie! You did an excellent job.”
She smiled. “Thanks, Daddy.” She got up and sat back beside me to finish the movie.