by EVA QUEEN
Boldly I asked, “And how do you like it?”
“Well, well, you’re going to get it. You are the age of my grandson. You wouldn’t want anything from an old bag like me,” Mrs. Saunders teased.
The beach was deserted, and I gathered all my courage to grab the woman’s tits. The alcohol and the horny moaning of her husband earlier had turned me on. “You’re not an old bag yet,” I flattered her while grabbing her tits without resistance.
Her hands quickly wandered down my back. “You want to fuck me?” Mrs. Saunders asked. Without answering, I began to kiss her neck and then we even kissed on the mouth. I wanted to push her to the ground and fuck her on the spot, but Mrs. Saunders didn’t want to lie on the sand. A little further away, there was a small house where the parasols and beach chairs were kept, and so we went. Opposite the cottage, there was a lantern and shimmered across.
The woman was now as horny as me and hugged me on one of the deckchairs.
“You will never forget tonight!” She smiled at me before she pulled my bathing shorts down and took my cock in her hand. My cock immediately became stiff as soon as she started to jerk me off. Her earnest efforts started to yield results, and blood gushed through the veins of my cock, and quickly Mrs. Saunders took it in her mouth.
“Come turn around. I want to smell your cunt!” I babbled in the heat of excitement. Without letting her lips off my cock, the woman turned around, climbed over the couch. All I had to do was push her robe, which she was still wearing, and her panties to one side.
Her pubic hair wasn’t very thick; I quickly pressed my tongue between her thighs. Mrs. Saunders moved her pelvis a little bit so that I could get at her clitoris. Despite her age, she became wet quickly, and when the smell got into my nose, it came to me for the first time. My cock twitched. Her tongue was doing amazing things to my cock. Electric sensations gushed all over my body and I could feel her drooling saliva lubricating my nut sack. She was an expert with her warm lips and moist tongue. And I was sure my tongue on her pussy was making her body intensely agitated. I felt her shivering, I heard her loud slurping on my cock, and I inhaled and slurped the musk of her dribbling pussy. Shortly, my balls churned, my cock spasmed and I exploded violently ejaculating my jizz in Mrs. Saunders’s mouth. “Wonderful, so warm sperm, tastes best to me!” She appreciated.
She stood up, turned back to me, and bent over so that I could wonderfully lick her thick breasts. Soon my young cock stood up again and stretched for the moonlight. “This time I want you right. What’s your first name, by the way?” Mrs. Saunders inquired. She was gasping vigorously.
“Stefan,” I replied in a choked-up voice.
Immediately she straddled my hips and welcomed my throbbing cock in her burning pussy. Soon, she started a wild ride on my cock and her thick boobs always jumped up and down rhythmically. The couch under us creaked, and if it hadn’t been so horny, I would probably have been afraid that it could break under us. But so, I played around with her voluptuous bobs, sucked them, kneaded them, and licked them like a hungry baby trying to devour the milk from her tits. I caressed her upper body with my trembling hands and until I was going to explode for a second time. “Watch out, I’m so close,” I warned her because I hadn’t put a condom on.
“Never mind,” Mrs. Saunders moaned, “Never mind, my darling, just cum!”
Soon, I felt the inner walls of her pussy spasming, and I realized she was on the peak of her excitements. She started to violently rub her clits and vigorously ride my cock. All I could do was gasp in the pleasure of forbidden rapture. Soon, she trembled as if electric pulsations were gushing through her nerves and exploded violently. The scene was too much to hold me back, and I orgasmed to reach my ecstatic bliss.
Exhausted she climbed down from me and knelt next to the couch.
“That was wonderful!” I remarked and kissed her.
“Oh yes, it was. And it wasn’t the last time, my darling.” Mrs. Saunders kissed me back.
After a few minutes of just looking at the sky and beach and not talking to each other, we went back to the caravan. I wanted to say goodbye there with a good night kiss when we still heard voices from the trailer.
“Franz is still doing your mother,” Mrs. Saunders said dryly.
“What? You knew that?” I was very surprised.
“Well, I even advised her to. Your mother was so sad, I think she needed it.” Mrs. Saunders winked.
I understood what she meant because my mother had not been with anyone after the divorce and why not. I certainly had no right to tell her what to do.
Mrs. Saunders opened the caravan where Franz and my mother sat and smoked a cigarette. “Ah, there you are, sweetheart. I was already worried,” Franz said.
“Well, my son, are you still angry that you weren’t allowed to go to Rome?” my mother asked me, pulling her bathrobe tighter. The thought that she was just being fucked by that old hunk made me agitated. And because she had earned her share of pleasure from someone quite senior to her age, she still looked quite good.
“Oh Margaret, I forgot all about that,” Franz tore us away from our thoughts while he poured my mother another glass of wine. “Your friends Susanne and Barbara will be visiting us in the next few days. They are probably in Florence at the moment and want to take a detour.”
“Oh, that’s beautiful. You’ll like both of them; they are just as nice as you are,” Mrs. Saunders painted her friends for us in a sultry way. Margaret was her first name.
“I think I’ll go back to our tent now. I am tired already!” My mother murmured.
“Yeah! That’s a good idea. I must retire to my tent as well. Tom must be lonely. I don’t want him to freak out once he finds out he has been sleeping all alone in the tent,” and I excused myself to my tent.
The next morning mother prepared a big breakfast together with Mrs. Saunders. And because my brother befriended some other guys vacationing there on the beach, he had probably gone to a nearby amusement park. Franz asked us if we would like to go on an excursion too. The women liked the suggestion immediately. Since I had nothing better to do alone anyway and Mrs. Saunders was wearing a golden swimsuit with a special inviting cleavage, I agreed.
Franz had a 5-series BMW, and he even let me drive. Probably, he was eager to get the place on the back seat next to my mother. The horny buck had his hand on my mother’s thighs; we hadn’t even left the campsite yet.
But it didn’t matter because my gaze wandered to the passenger seat anyway. Mrs. Saunders had only tied a beach towel around her neck and slowly pushed it over her legs to the left and right so I could get a good view of the sanctuary that I worshipped last night.
After a while, Franz asked if I had a good view of everything anyway. My mother was amused about the question, but Mrs. Saunders didn’t laugh along.
“Don’t worry. The young man knows how to drive, and above all how to reach his destination,” Mrs. Saunders put her arm around my neck and began stroking it. For a moment, I looked back at the back seat from the rearview mirror only to find Franz caressing her shoulders. I even saw a look of jealously in my mother’s eyes because the comment about me reaching my destination left nothing to the imagination. She had a perfect idea of what I was doing with Mrs. Saunders the last night.
Like two jealous women, both of them gave each other nothing all day long, coquettishly of course, because after all, Franz was on my mother and his wife was on me.
That was how the vacation continued.
Obsessive bond Dominic woke up early in the morning with a loud yawn and rolled onto his back. As his mind sprung up, he recollected that it was just Tuesday. So it would be a boring time before the exciting weekend arrived for him. Awakening and knowing there was another exhausting day of college ahead didn’t rejuvenate his mood. He sat up gradually and pulled back the blanket. He swung his long legs over the edge of the bed and laid his feet on the floor, and then he gradually got up and strolled into the washroom.
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s Dominic brushed his teeth, he glanced at his reflection in the mirror. He was unable to see anything strange; however, he had frequently been told by young ladies at college, that he was an exceptionally attractive person. Glancing back at him was a tall, somewhat taller than six feet, and athletic, yet strong, tanned youth of nineteen years with curly brown hair. His eyes were a brilliant, shining blue and he realized his piercing gaze spectacularly impacted the young ladies at his college. Dominic moved his shoulders, flexing his muscles. It wasn’t a snapshot of vanity, yet he typically got animated by observing his stout muscle flexing as his proud announcement of being a natural-born athlete. “Indeed, get going Dominic or you’ll be late,” he said to himself as he rushed into the shower. After the shower, he hurried downstairs for a quick, swallowing breakfast noticing that his parents already had left for work. His father was an electrician busy working on a construction project while his mom was a nurse at the town hospital. After five minutes, he got into his car and rolled over to pick up his friend and love interest, Trisha, for college. Even though Dominic had a tender feeling in his heart for Trisha, he had never expressed it to her. It was a brief drive through their affluent neighborhood with its spacious duplex and houses.
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After two minutes, Dominic was parked in the Collins’s twined garage. He knocked once at the entryway and strolled directly in. Trisha had been his closest companion since school and for as far back as he could recollect their families had been caring toward each other. Trisha and Dominic had consistently played and expressed interests in the same game, studied at the same coaching classes, etc. Their families were accustomed to seeing them together and their parents considered them as a member of each other’s family.
As Dominic stepped into the kitchen, he could see it was the usual Tuesday morning in the Collins family. As she generally did, Charlotte, Trisha’s mom, had made breakfast for her husband and daughter, Patrick and Trisha respectively. Michelle, Trisha’s elder sister, was doing her internship in a multi-national software company in Seattle. So in the family, there were only three of them.
Trisha hardly glanced upward from her cornflakes at Dominic and just waved a good morning wish at him with her spoon. She was slim and appealing with a perfect body for a youngster at her age, towering at 5’7’’ with deep, dense, reddish-brown hair. They hobnobbed either reading for the coaching classes, going to parties with friends, sitting and watching the same football games or infotainment shows on the TV, and other common activities for college youngsters. Once in a while, they would go on double dates. Trisha with her attractive looks always got something special from her dates and outperformed Dominic significantly in that field. Although Trisha wasn’t reckless, she still had her share of fun on the dates. But Dominic was somewhat outspoken and was a comedian. He enjoyed goofing around on the dates rather than doing something serious.
In one area, they were uniquely different. Trisha battled getting passing grades since her last year in school because of her widespread interest to enjoy her dates. On the other hand, Dominic was a good student and always secured his ranks within the top three. If it weren’t for Dominic’s help, she would never have been successful to make her way to college. He would help her complete projects and assignments when she would be chilling out on her date night. Although he had a crush on her, he hadn’t been able to express his feelings to her because of her free-spirited nature.
Patrick, Trisha’s father, was sitting and reading the newspaper at the huge kitchen table, wearing his typical shirt, trousers, and tie. Being an independent taxation consultant, he had long work hours. Not to mention, his projects always returned huge profits and he had invested significantly in some stocks. Patrick had a great sense of humor and loved to spend his free time camping with his friends and peers. He would even ask Trisha and Dominic to accompany him on his camping excursions when he had nobody to share his excellent trips. Well, the youngsters loved the days of the outing. But it was his instinctive ability of speech that captured individuals’ attention. He was somewhat short towering at around 5’8’’, with short brown hair.
Last but not the least; it was Charlotte, Trisha’s mom who always intrigued Dominic. She was inclining toward the counter with her arms folded, sipping some juice. With her 5’3’’ height, Charlotte was a stunning Latin angel. Indeed, even wearing a long white shower robe, she looked incredibly tantalizing. Perhaps, she was just out of her morning shower and down to the kitchen for a quick and refreshing morning juice. Her long black hair reached down to her chest, still wet, clingy waves, and she had an elegant face with astonishing dark lashed brown colored eyes and pouty sensual lips. Charlotte was in her late thirties, probably thirty-seven; despite that, she had consistently maintained an appearance that made individuals wonder she was younger than her actual age. With her long, slender neck, wide shoulder, ample bosom, slim waist, she resembled a staggering beauty. Over the years, she had accumulated flesh in all the right places of her body that influenced her seductive looks. But it was her abundant, hemispherical butts that made the male jaw drop to the floor. Two large hemispherical scoops of ice-creams, just before taking a bite; it was something that had constantly influenced Dominic’s fantasies. Her legs were evenly framed completing her sizzling figure, delightfully molded calves, and plump thighs that hardly had any gap when she stood at ease. She was unquestionably a MILF infusing corruptive thoughts in everybody’s mind.
At the time Dominic went to college and became remarkably interested in girls, he discretely discovered Charlotte’s measurements. She was around 36D-28-38, weighing around 115 pounds in her perfectly-shaped hourglass figure with a fantastic bust, a wasp abdomen, and curvaceous hips.
As Dominic initially encountered his sexual arousing as a little youngster, he liked Charlotte. He had never referenced this to Trisha because he realized she might not want to know that his closest companion felt infatuated, tempted, and weakened his knees over her alluring mom. In any case, as he began dating, and in the end got into his first relationship with a girl from the same college, Rebecca, his infatuation transformed into one of his childhood memory, and he gradually started to consider Charlotte to be his best friend’s mom. Charlotte had a bright aura and a friendly character, so he still truly enjoyed being around her.
Charlotte was an assistant professor at their college, and like him, all his classmates considered she was an angel. But, Dominic had tamed his illicit and lewd feelings a few months back about his friend’s mom and how he might want to fuck Charlotte. This happened when he started to get on dates with Rebecca. However, he never missed his chance to tease Trisha when he remarked how hot and tempting her mom looked even in her late thirties.
That day, Charlotte was conversing with Patrick. But, as he came into the kitchen, she delightfully grinned at him and stated, “Good morning, Dominic.”
“Hello, Mrs. C,” He answered back.
“Morning, big man,” Patrick said without shifting his eyes from the newspaper. As Dominic examined the surroundings, he realized that all through the morning, Patrick had hardly removed his eyes from the paper, and paid any attention to what his wife spoke. He frequently called him a big man, as he had a growing athletic build and he thought he would resemble a hunk someday soon.
Charlotte just strolled over to her husband and took the paper from him. As Patrick looked into his eyes, she just grinned at him at chuckled, “Much obliged for joining the discussion, sweetheart.”
She leaned down and ran her hands through Patrick’s hair before her lips crashed on his cheek giving him a dazzling little kiss. It was obvious to all that Charlotte and Patrick had a romantic marriage and still was passionate about one another.
“Anything fascinating going on in college today?” Patrick asked Trisha and Dominic.
“Not generally. Normal, boring, and exhausting stuff with the boring, tiring, and exhausting lectures,” Dominic said with a smile and nodded at Patrick, wh
ile he poured some espresso into a cup.
“Watch it, Dominic,” Charlotte immediately answered while Patrick and Trisha chuckled.
“Well obviously I didn’t mean my young and hot Spanish professor,” Dominic laughed back at her.
“Good joke,” Patrick said and they all laughed out loud.
“Have you got any tests this week?” Charlotte asked Trisha, reclining against the counter polishing off her juice glass.
“Yes, Mr. Watson’s computer assignment and class test on Friday,” Trisha replied and got up strolling over to the dishwasher to free herself of her bowl and spoon.
“Indeed, I hope you have been reading for it. And I’m sure you’re well aware that you need to keep up your grades if you need to improve before the final semester,” Charlotte remarked.
“Mom, don’t worry. Dominic has vowed to help me on Thursday,” Trisha replied.
“That is acceptable; however, why not start today,” Her mom inquired.
“I have decided to go out to dinner with my parents tonight. They are leaving tomorrow to visit my sick uncle,” Dominic interrupted.
“Ok, that’s right. I have told your mom that you could stay at our home for the weekend and the coming week,” Charlotte answered.
“Relax mom. We have a lot of time till Friday and with Dominic’s help, I’ll at least secure a ‘B’,” Trisha said enthusiastically.
“Alright, but you know I’m simply worried about your grades, honey,” Charlotte said as she kissed her girl on her brow.
After that Trisha and Dominic left for college.
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That day, Dominic speculated right about the college proceedings because from the very first period it was one of the most exhausting days of the recent time. After the lunch break, he had Computer Science, and here he had been appointed to set up two new PCs in the lab. That was something interesting to Dominic because he preferred practical rather than theoretical.