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Boys

(unfinished)

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Paul was my youngest son’s friend. He was 14, almost turning into a man – taller than me, a slim, toned body, brown hair and twinkling brown eyes, handsome, charming and funny, with a veneer of self-confidence over a lingering boyish awkwardness. I liked him, apart from one annoying habit – he leered at me constantly. Now I’m not, objectively, ugly – in fact in certain lights I would be called attractive, and I’m certainly not on the shelf yet at only 45 – and it’s true I like to make the most of what I have – figure-hugging clothes and short skirts. But it seemed that Paul couldn’t take his eyes off me. He was always ogling my cleavage or my legs, positioning himself so that he could see up my skirt, even trying to catch me coming out of the shower on the occasions he stayed overnight. And he appeared, from the bulge in his trousers, to have a permanent erection when I was around – and a goodly-sized one to boot.

Now there is something flattering about being ogled by a handsome youth, and I have to admit that I sometimes teased him a bit by wearing revealing clothes or deliberately letting him glimpse bits of me that are normally hidden. I knew from bringing up three sons that boys of his age are walking hormonal time-bombs and will leer at anything of the opposite sex. My youngest son Tim was – he couldn’t contain his sperm, judging by the state of his sheets, and I had discovered his stash of hard-core porn and found all the websites carefully hidden on his computer. So I was not unduly bothered by Paul’s attentions.

I knew his mother slightly – in fact she was his step-mum, having married Paul’s father a few years ago. Julie was a high-school teacher, blonde, pretty, curvy and full of fun. I imagined she would be a hit with all her pupils, and their dads.

************

She came round one day to drop him off at my house – he and Tim were going to a party that evening, and I invited her in for a coffee. She was easy to talk to and inevitably we were soon discussing the tribulations of coping with adolescent boys – the untidy bedrooms, the endless grooming, the rows about staying out late, and so on. And the lack of any proper conversation.

‘Although I have to say that Paul is pretty chatty with me,’ she said. ‘Maybe because I’m not his real mum. He’s very attentive.’

‘Yes, he’s very attentive to me too,’ I laughed. ‘I think he has a thing about older women!’

She grinned. ‘Definitely! I feel like he’s undressing me all the time. Oops, maybe I shouldn’t have said that.’

‘No, I know what you mean,’ I said. ‘I’m not complaining, mind. At my age any attention is better than none.’

‘Oh, Kev gives me plenty of attention, if you know what I mean! [Kev was her second husband.] I’m sure Paul would like to as well. Maybe I should let him …’

I was slightly shocked. ‘He’s only 14!’

‘A very well-hung 14, though, believe me. And fully functioning.’

She leaned forward and lowered her voice. ‘You might find this gross. Recently he’s been taking some of my panties to bed with him. And when I find them again – well, let’s say that they need a very thorough wash.’

‘Julie!’ I wasn’t actually as shocked as I ought to be. Having brought up three sons, very little shocked me about teenage boys.

‘I tell you, that’s lad’s a walking sperm-bank. Never seen anything like it. And I’ve seen a few.’ Julie had hinted before at a colourful lifestyle, without going into any details.

When she had gone I pondered. My sex life recently had been sparse, not to say verging on the extinct. The thought of a young stud to pleasure me was not without appeal. For heaven’s sake, I told myself, he’s a 14-year-old boy! Stop teasing yourself and him, otherwise you’ll end up in jail.

*******

During the next week or so I saw Paul a few times, and he was his old self, leering at my breasts or my thighs. I ignored him. Then, quite suddenly, one day, he had changed. He hardly looked at me. There was a swagger in his step and a distant look in his eyes, and less of a bulge in his trousers. Oh-oh, I thought, he’s got a girlfriend. Not only that, a girlfriend who is doing something about his sex drive. Thank god for that.

I asked my son, on one of the rare occasions we conversed, whether Paul was going out with anyone.

‘Not as far as I know,’ he said. ‘He’s never mentioned it. And he would, knowing him. Why?’

‘Oh, no reason,’ I said airily. ‘Just wondered.’

Paul had definitely undergone a personality change, though. He now seemed much more mature than my own son. I resolved to mention it to Julie the next time I saw her.

*********

Before I saw her again, however, something else happened to confirm my suspicions. I was walking past Tim’s bedroom while he and Paul were in there. Although they had music playing, I caught a snatch of conversation which made me stop in my tracks.

‘- likes me to cum in her face,’ Paul was saying. ‘Christ it’s hot wanking it all over her. Even goes in her eyes.’

‘Cool!’ Tim replied. ‘Just like on CumFiesta.’ [This was a website I knew he visited.]

‘Yeah. And then she rubs it in and licks her fingers. Wow, it’s awesome -’

I found myself blushing furiously, and scurried away. Unless Paul was just describing some vivid fantasy, then he really did have a girlfriend, one who was into some pretty kinky stuff. And Tim knew all about it. Really, kids these days. At 14 I hadn’t even known what semen looked like.

*********

I bumped into Julie in the supermarket one evening shortly after and we got chatting.

‘Has Paul got a girlfriend?’ I asked, casually. ‘He doesn’t seem interested in leching at me any more!’

‘Um, yes, I believe he has,’ she said, uncertainly. To my surprise she was blushing.

‘Oh well, good for him, eh?’

‘Yes.’ Adroitly she changed the subject. Thinking back on it, I wondered if she was reluctant to admit that she knew her son was having sex with an underage girl. I suppose he could have been arrested ... and with her being a teacher and all that, it wouldn’t look good.

*********

A few days later, Paul rang up to speak to Tim. My son was pretty monosyllabic, Paul seemed to be doing all the talking. Tim just said things like ‘wow ... really? ... Jesus ... really? ...’ Feeling guilty, I stole upstairs and picked up the extension phone. Paul was saying: ‘- got me to put this lube stuff in her arse, with my fingers, then she smeared it all over my cock and told me to fuck her in the arse. Awesome! She was really tight and hot, it was amazing. Just as well I’d already cum twice otherwise I’d have shot my wad in seconds. As it was I lasted a few minutes and then dumped my load right up her arse.’

‘Wow,’ said Tim.

‘Then – get this – she let it all ooze out of her shithole, all over her cunt. Gross or what!’

‘What a slut!’

‘Fucking hell, it was hot ...’

Carefully I put the phone down, trembling. Paul had had anal sex with his girlfriend and was recounting the details to Tim! I wondered who the lucky girl was. I realised that my panties had grown moist as I visualised the scene. Why hadn’t I had those sort of experiences when I had been a teenager?

*********

Over the next few weeks I noticed a change in Tim too. His night-time output of sperm was as large as ever, and he was still less mature in his bearing than Paul, but he had started to take an interest in me, his mother! I caught him looking at my body, especially my legs and breasts, with an appraising eye. (It was a warm summer that year and a lot of me was on show, admittedly.) Sometimes he had a distinct erection in his pants, and he started to give me kisses and hugs which threatened to go beyond the merely familial. And he adopted Paul’s trick of trying to catch me in the shower. I had always been lax about locking the bathroom door, and sometimes he would barge in ‘accidentally’ while I was in the cubicle or, worse, drying myself.

I must admit that I didn’t know how to respond to these attentions. He was a handsome and well-formed youth and every women likes to feel that she is turning men on. But he was my son, dammit. Despite that, I sometimes grew moist at the thought of his eyes examining my body, and deliberately allowed him to see more of me than a son should see of his mother. And most shameful of all, when I masturbated at night my fantasies were, more often than not, of Tim and me having sex – sometimes it was he who seduced me or forced himself upon me, sometimes vice versa. Always I came powerfully.

Then it started with the panties, exactly as Julie had told me. A few pairs went missing and were later discovered under his bed or in the linen bin, rigid with dried semen. A large quantity of it, too, I thought proudly. Nothing wrong with my son’s reproductive equipment. I wasn’t particularly shocked; in fact I was obscurely pleased. I still had the power to arouse.

********

I told her next time we sat down for a chat.

‘Well, what do you expect, Gina?’ she said, grinning. ‘You look like sex on legs in that skimpy little dress. I bet you’ve been flashing yourself at him, haven’t you?’

Blushing, I admitted that I had not been too careful in covering up recently.

‘It’s only natural. It’s hard to imagine just how horny boys are at that age. Nearly as horny as us women, eh?’

‘Well ...’

‘So what are you going to do about it?’ she demanded.

‘What do you mean?’

‘You going to shag him?’

‘Julie!’

She shrugged. ‘Sorry. Of course you aren’t. But it’s what he wants, believe you me.’

Was it really, I wondered later? Or did he just lust after any female and I happened to be the nearest? But then he met plenty of girls at school, and they were his age and not related. Maybe he did have a special yearning for me. He was growing taller and more manly every day, and his erection, as far as I could tell, would put many adult men’s to shame ... I grew moist at the thought. What if ...?

*********

One evening I went round to Julie’s house to collect Tim and take him for his music lesson on the other side of town. I was waiting in the lounge, Tim was upstairs getting his things together, and Julie was in the kitchen looking out some recipe she had promised me. I heard muffled giggling and went to investigate, but I stopped in the kitchen doorway. Paul was in there too, he was standing up against his mother’s back with his arms round her. They both had their backs to me. It looked very like he was rubbing his body against hers and doing something with his hands. I crept out, embarrassed. Soon Julie appeared looking slightly flushed. I saw that her nipples, under her very figure-hugging top, were fiercely erect, like thumbs. (I had noticed that at home she tended to wear much more revealing clothes than when she went out – low-cut tops, miniskirts, high heels, even stockings whose tops showed when she sat down.)

At that moment Tim appeared and we said our goodbyes. All that evening I pondered. What had they been doing in the kitchen? Surely … no. It was impossible. Illegal. Taboo. Disgusting. But exciting. I felt as if I was teetering on the edge of a precipice.

********

It was coming up to the Whitsun half-term. I got a call from Julie one day.

‘Oh Gina, I’ve got a problem. Paul and I are supposed to have a week in Corfu at half-term with my sister and her lad. Kev’s got to work, poor guy. Now her son’s got chickenpox and they’ve had to pull out. So we’ve got an apartment going spare and it’s too late to get a refund. I wondered if you and Paul would like to come.’

‘Wow,’ I said. My mind raced. We had nothing planned for half-term. Paul and Tim got on well, and a week in the Med would be very nice ...

‘It wouldn’t cost you anything,’ she said. ‘I mean, my sister could get something back with her insurance but it wouldn’t cover it. She’d rather someone else used it. Just have to change the names on the booking.’

‘OK, I’ll come,’ I said. ‘I’m sure Tim will want to go. He loves being in the sun. But I insist on paying my share.’

‘Well, we’ll argue about that later,’ she said. ‘I’m so glad you said yes. Look, I’ll pop round this evening with the brochure and we can sort things out, eh?’

She duly turned up and to my surprise gave me a kiss on the cheek. ‘This going to be a really good holiday, I can feel it,’ she said, laughing. ‘Lots of sun, sea and sex, eh?’

‘Sex?’

‘Yes, all those young Greek hunks bursting with hormones. You saw ‘Shirley Valentine’, didn’t you?’

‘What about Kev?’ I said, sounding, I thought, like a parent.

‘Oh, he won’t mind,’ she said, winking. Did she mean she wouldn’t tell him, or what? And what about Tim and Paul, I thought. How would they react to their mothers being picked up by some local studs?

She showed me what had been booked – two adjacent studio apartments with a shared balcony, in a resort on the west coast of the island. We were within a hundred yards of the 5-mile-long sandy beach with watersports and tavernas. There was plenty of night-life but not too close for aural comfort. It looked idyllic.

‘I’m going to travel light this time,’ Julie said. ‘I always end up taking twice as many clothes as I need. I intend to wear as little as possible on this holiday. Hey, there’s a nudist beach round the headland.’

‘Now that would get Tim and Paul going!’ I said, laughing at the thought of them trying to hide their erections.

‘Mmm, they’ll be cuming like fountains!’ Her eyes sparkled with what looked like real excitement as she said this.

We agreed that we would go to the airport in her car, and various other matters, before parting. Again she gave me a kiss on the cheek and hugged me. I wondered what I had let myself in for.

********

The day of the departure duly arrived and Julie turned up in her car to collect us. I was wearing loose thin trousers and T-shirt, as it was a three and a half hour flight and I wanted to be comfortable, but I was surprised to see that Julie was fully attired in a tight blouse, miniskirt and high heels. Her ample breasts were almost spilling over the top of the blouse, and the skirt left most of her thighs on view. Unless she keeps her legs like so, I thought, everyone will be able to see her knickers. Was she trying to pull a bloke before we even got to Corfu ?

The boys sat in the back and conversed in whispers, while us mums talked about school, teaching, and the like. Progress through check-in and security was interminable, as ever, and Julie got taken aside to be ‘patted down’.

‘Don’t know why she did that,’ she said, laughing. ‘She could see I wasn’t hiding anything. Maybe she just wanted to feel me up!’

‘I think they pick people at random,’ I said.

‘I enjoyed it, though. Should have asked her if she wanted a date!’

‘Julie!’ I wasn’t sure if she was entirely joking.

‘You never been with another woman? You should try it some day.’

I had been with another woman, or rather girl, in my last year at school, but felt that I wasn’t ready to exchange such confidences just yet. I was sure that Julie would give me all her juicy details, though, at the drop of a hat.

********

Eventually we arrived in Corfu and the coach dropped us off at the apartment building. It was early evening and the sun was low on the horizon, shedding a yellow glow over the beach and the olive groves. The warm air, alive with the noise of crickets, caressed my skin and I wanted to strip off my clothes and just relax in the quiet surroundings. I had noticed one thing, though.

‘We’ve got double beds,’ I said to Julie, entering the sliding doors to her apartment from our shared balcony. ‘I thought we were getting twins.’

‘Me too,’ she said, putting some clothes away in the wardrobe. ‘Still, never mind, eh?’ She didn’t seem too upset about it. The thought of sleeping in the same bed as my horny son disturbed me strangely. Of course, we could swap and the two boys could have one apartment and Julie and I could have the other. No, I thought, lads would never agree to share a bed – think of the humiliation if it ever became known to their friends – and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to sleep with Julie, in view of her remarks at the airport. I would just have to put up with it.

‘What I need,’ Julie said, ‘is a shower, a drink, and some food, in that order. For starters. Where are the boys?’

‘They went down to the beach,’ I said. ‘Leaving us to unpack, of course. No change there.’

‘There’s a taverna just next door,’ she said, hanging up some very skimpy little bikini bottoms. ‘Fifteen minutes? That long enough?’

I agreed that it was. Back in my own room, I stuffed clothing away and stripped off my clothes which felt slightly soiled from all the travelling. After a while I worked out how to control the shower. It didn’t have a wall bracket, so you had to hold the nozzle all the time – presumably a way of minimizing water consumption. I need someone to hold it for me, I thought, and then blushed. No doubt Tim or Paul would have been eager to volunteer.

**************

Julie arrived via the balcony while I was still in my bra and panties, hunting out a sun dress. She was wearing a semi-transparent shirt tied under her bust, her big braless nipples prominent, and a thin wrap-around skirt which left one thigh bare. Her sandals were high-heeled.

‘Think I’ll pull?’ she said, doing a twirl which made her skirt fly up and reveal her tiny pink thong.

‘Well, you’ll have every male in the place drooling over you, I should think,’ I said, pulling on a white sundress which covered more of my skin.

‘Talking of males, we need to find them – if they want to eat with us, that is. Unless they’ve already got their teeth into a couple of girls.’

The boys appeared as soon as we walked out onto the sea-front, obviously scenting free food. I watched them both ogling Julie’s almost bare breasts and legs. Both grew bulges in their shorts. She seemed to be revelling in the attention. We were greeted effusively by the taverna owner – as well he might, for he had only two other tables occupied. The season had only just started.

The food was good and the lads ate enough to keep a horse alive for a week. We allowed them a glass of white wine, although I suspected that both were no strangers to alcohol. Still, one has to keep up pretences. By the end of the meal I was feeling very relaxed and content. The boys were telling jokes which grew more and more risqué – they must have been testing how far they could go. Julie capped it by telling an lengthy, absolutely obscene joke about farmers and sheep. Being a teacher, I suppose, she had heard them all.

The journey, not to mention the wine, had left us all tired, so we strolled back to the apartments. Julie and Paul were in front, she had her arm around his waist which surprised me. Tim hated any public displays of affection on my part. To my even greater surprise, I saw Paul put his arm around her too. Then his hand moved downwards to caress her buttock. Yes, he was fondling her, quite blatantly! He even slipped his hand under the fold of her skirt to cup her bare flesh. I recalled the scene I had witnessed in their kitchen. What was going on here?

We said our goodbyes, Julie giving me another kiss on the cheek. She looked flushed and excited. Ensconced in the privacy of our bedroom, I prepared for bed and Tim did the same. Both of us studiously avoided mentioning the double bed. When I came out of the bathroom in the long T-shirt I wore in bed, he was already under the sheet, eyes closed, keeping carefully to one half. I got in and turned out the light.

Despite my tiredness I lay there wondering. I had the urge to masturbate, as I sometimes do in order to get off to sleep, but decided it would be tricky without waking him. And what would he do to release the nocturnal pressure? I had no doubt that he masturbated two or three times a day, perhaps more. Would it happen spontaneously, covering the sheets with sperm? I didn’t even know if he was naked or not. The thought of a naked youth lying next to me, bursting with spunk, aroused me even more. It was hot in the room, despite having the window open, and I wanted to throw the sheet off and get rid of my T-shirt …

Gradually I became aware of sounds of vigorous sexual activity filtering in through the window and curtains. Moans and gasps, murmured obscenities, rhythmic grunts and squeaks. Someone somewhere was enjoying themselves. I had seen people on some of the other balconies – it could be any of them. It would be fun next morning to try and work out which couple had been bonking. I fell asleep to a chorus of shared orgasms.

*********

I slept deeply, and woke to daylight and warmth. I must have pushed the sheet off in the night, and I was lying on my back, my T-shirt bunched around my waist, my thighs apart. I could hear the shower running. I looked sideways. Oh god, Tim must have got up and seen me naked from the waist down. Everything was on display. How long had he stood there feasting his eyes on my exposed crotch? No doubt he was reliving the sight as he stood in the shower masturbating furiously, his pressurised spunk jetting high into the air, splattering against the tiles (would he bother to clean it off?) I felt my nipples hardening at the idea that I should barge in and try and catch him just as he climaxed ...

My reverie was interrupted by a knock at the balcony doors. I got up, pulled my T-shirt down, and drew back the curtains. Julie was there. At first I thought she was naked but then I saw that she was wearing a tiny red thong and high-heeled sandals. I couldn’t drag my eyes away from her breasts with their big nipples, even more erect than mine.

I slid back the doors and cooler air wafted into the room.

‘Hi, sleepy-head,’ she said, kissing me again. ‘I got us some breakfast.’ She indicated the table which was arranged with yoghurt, orange juice, baguettes, jam, and other things.

‘Oh wow, Julie, you have been busy. What time is it?’

‘Nearly half-eight. You must have been shagged out. How did it go?’

Before I could ask her what she meant, Tim emerged from the bathroom and did a classic double-take at the sight of his friend’s mum almost naked. The towel around his waist began to tent alarmingly.

‘Come on, the coffee will get cold. No need to get dressed.’

We sat down at the table. I was conscious of the cool plastic chair against my naked thighs – I would have to be careful as the T-shirt was barely long enough for decency. Paul was wearing skin-tight swimming trunks and his erection was clearly outlined by the shiny fabric. A healthy size it was too. He obviously didn’t bother about displaying himself to his mother and me, unlike Tim who was trying to arrange the towel to conceal his own pole.

We consumed the breakfast eagerly – I for one was starving. I noticed both boys spent most of their time staring at Julie’s breasts. Her resolve to wear as little as possible was already in effect. Would I have the nerve to go topless in front of these two rampant teenage boys? Well, if she could do it ... and it would be fun to tease them into an unbearable peak of horniness.

The discussion was about what to do. The boys wanted to go wind-surfing or para-penting or something like that – we could see such activities taking place further down the beach. Julie said she wanted to lie on the beach and work on a tan, and that sounded strenuous enough for me too. I went back into the apartment to get some things together.

********

What to wear? I had brought three bikinis and a one-piece costume. Julie seemed to be going for the barely-there look, so I chose the skimpiest of my outfits – two triangles of fabric which covered about 50% of my breast tissue, and tiny matching panties. I was glad I had given my bikini line a drastic trim. I inspected myself in the mirror: hmm, not too bad for my age. No cellulite and not a lot of sag. I began to rub factor 25 suncream into my exposed skin.

I hadn’t thought about the effect that my costume might have on my son. He came into the room and stopped dead, goggling. Despite his loose shorts, I could see the bulge that had been there all through breakfast growing substantially.

‘Wow, mum,’ he breathed. ‘You look really ... um, fantastic.’

It was an unsolicited compliment and I knew that he had been about to say something like ‘sexy’, ‘hot’, or even ‘fuckable’ but had thought better of it. I didn’t mind – the heat was making me feel horny, and his erection was the best compliment he could give me – even if he was my son, I thought. Let’s hope that some unattached young stud on the beach felt the same way about me. Goodness, I thought, I’m beginning to think like Julie.

I insisted that he apply suncream also. In spite of his darker skin, inherited from his father, the sun was much stronger than we were used to. He put it on his chest and limbs, and then submitted without too much protest to his mother rubbing it into his back – as I had done since he was a baby. His back was smooth and warm and muscular, and I found myself massaging the cream into it sensuously. I had the urge to turn him round, pull down his shorts, and take his cock in my slippery hands, squeezing it slowly until it erupted into my face ... fortunately he couldn’t see my sudden blush. The application lasted longer than was strictly necessary, and when I had finished he said with a tremor in his voice ‘Shall I do you now, mum?’

I turned my back on him and leaned with my hands against the wall. I felt his warm hands, slick with cream, touch my shoulders hesitantly, then more confidently. He smoothed the sun cream all over my back, from neck to buttocks, his fingers slipping under the thin cords of my bikini top, even reaching as far as the sides of my breasts, although I had done those bits myself. I was in a state of bliss – no-one had caressed me like that for a long time. My nipples ached to be sucked and my puss was leaking like a tap. I’m sure that occasionally his cock brushed against my bum, only two thin layers of material separating us. By the time he had finished – which seemed to be hours – I was wondering if I could slip into the bathroom for a quick orgasm, although what I really needed was a long, slow session with multiple, uncountable climaxes ... Alas Julie and Paul were waiting by the balcony doors.

**********

We ensconced ourselves on a patch of fine white sand, and the boys were given a wad of euros and disappeared in the direction of the watersports. Julie and I arranged ourselves on towels for a session of sun-worship.

‘Well?’ she asked meaningfully after a few minutes of relaxation.

‘Well what?’

‘How did it go? Did he hump you?’

‘Who?’

‘Tim, of course!’

In my sun-drenched and horny state her question did not seem so outrageous.

‘No, of course he didn’t.’

‘I would,’ she said. ‘He needs a woman bad. He’s walking around with a cock the size of a telegraph pole, haven’t you noticed?’

‘Yes, I had noticed.’

‘So when was the last time you got fucked by a horny young stud with a cock that never goes down?’

I laughed nervously. ‘Well, now you mention it ...’

‘I’ll have him if you don’t,’ she said. ‘Every lad needs a older woman to show him what’s what. His future wife will be grateful.’

‘Well, be my guest,’ I said. I was sure – well, fairly sure – that she was only joking.

‘You not going to go topless?’ Julie asked. ‘Everyone else is.’

This was not quite true, although many of the women I could see were sporting naked breasts of every conceivable size and quality. Some of them, I thought, would be better covered up. I shrugged and untied my bikini top.

‘Mmm, nice tits, love,’ Julie observed. ‘Better than mine.’

My nipples had stayed hard since Tim’s caresses, and now, released from their prisons, grew even more rigid and prominent. When I touched them, applying more suncream, electric sparks shot from them straight to my clitoris. My god, I thought, I’m like a little bomb, all primed to explode. It’s a good job my bikini was a dark colour, otherwise the wetness in my crotch would have been obvious.

We conversed desultorily, in between reading, dozing, and a couple of dips in the warm, almost waveless sea. I enjoyed the caress of the water against my breasts and thought how nice it would be to swim naked. Maybe that nudist beach would be a good idea ...

‘When’s lunch? We’re starving.’ The boys were back, standing over us. I noticed that both were staring at my breasts and that both still sported erections – Tim’s partly concealed in his shorts, Paul’s blatantly outlined by his tight trunks. He didn’t seem to care.

‘Now, if you like. Let’s try that taverna over there.’ Julie and I put on loose white shirts to make ourselves halfway decent, but our nipples still showed through them.

********

We had Greek salads, the boys’ with extra meat, as boys will, and a bottle of white wine, of which Paul and Tim were allowed a glass. I’m not used to drinking at lunchtime and by the end of the meal I was feeling relaxed and sleepy, not to mention hornier than ever. We lingered over coffee, the boys ogling the females who strolled past, and sometimes casting glances at us, as if in comparison.

Julie yawned theatrically. ‘Well, I’m ready for a siesta,’ she said. ‘Very civilised habit. Anyone else coming?’

I knew that the bedroom would be hot and stuffy and the thought of lying in it did not appeal. I said that I would rather have a nap on the beach where the air was fresher. Tim said he would stay with me. Paul said casually that he would go back with his mother. The two, mother and son, wandered off, arms around each other. I gazed after them, my mind almost a blank.

Tim and I repaired to the beach where we hired sunbeds and a parasol. I took off my blouse and lay down, and must have fallen into a doze almost immediately.

**********

I was having a lovely dream in which strong hands were massaging my back and legs. They seemed to glide over my skin, releasing waves of pleasure which concentrated in my crotch. If it continued for much longer I might even have an orgasm ... I awoke slowly and realised that it wasn’t a dream. Tim was smoothing suncream into my skin, gently and caressingly, from my feet to my neck, avoiding only the small area covered by my bikini panties. I wished that I was not wearing them, then he could have had access to every inch ... I lay still, luxuriating in the sensuous massage, thrilling to the tingle in my pussy which was seeping wetness.

My son must have noticed somehow that I had woken up, because his hands left me.

‘Mmm, don’t stop,’ I murmured. ‘I was enjoying that.’

‘I ... you were in the sun,’ he said, his voice hoarse. ‘I couldn’t move the parasol enough.’

‘You’re a love,’ I said. I turned over and lay on my back, spread-eagled, flaunting my body at him. I kept my eyes closed because of the brightness, so I couldn’t see him, or whether his erection was as big as I hoped. He, on the other hand, would be able to see my nipples, as hard as diamonds – would he also notice the wet patch in my crotch?

‘Do my front too?’ I said softly. ‘You could get a job as a masseur.’

I felt him hesitate, then his hands, cool with cream, started on my feet and shins. I could barely stop myself squirming with bliss as he worked his way slowly up my legs to the tops of my thighs, fingers touching the edge of my bikini. Surely he could smell the scent of hot juice blasting from my pussy? I was in a tremble of excitement at the thought of him progressing to my stomach and breasts – would he dare to touch them?

Yes, was the answer. Eventually his hands worked their way to my bosom, hesitantly at first and then more confidently. Was he surprised at how firm my breasts were – tense and engorged with arousal. His fingers brushed over my achingly hard nipples and I could not suppress a gasp. He stopped instantly.

‘It’s OK,’ I breathed. ‘It’s just ... ‘ I wanted to say that I was on the point of orgasm, but I couldn’t. ‘That feels so nice.’

Reassured, he returned to my breasts and nipples, squeezing them gently, rubbing his fingertips over my taut aureoles and puckered nubs. I found myself tensing, trying to stifle moans of pleasure. I wondered what he would do if I started to thrash around in the throes of climax ...

Suddenly he stopped. ‘Too hot,’ he gasped, and I opened my eyes and saw him run down to the sea and throw himself in. He stood up, waist deep, his arms in front of him, and shuddered. I had no doubt that he was grasping his cock which was spewing semen uncontrollably into the ocean. Had I really had that effect on my own son?

I wanted to stuff my hand down my bikini and bring myself off, but there were too many people around. After a while Tim emerged from the sea and came up the beach to me. His shorts were wet, of course, and his erection seemed to have gone away. I saw him wave to someone and then Julie and Paul appeared. They were looking relaxed and very happy. Julie was still wearing just her tiny thong and her nipples were like concrete. I knew how she felt.

********

The lads went off to horse around in the sea and Julie lay on the spare sunbed.

‘Had a good time?’ she said casually.

‘Yes, just been dozing. I’m definitely in holiday mode.’ Something in me wanted to tell her about what had happened between Tim and I, but I felt inhibited. After all, what had happened? He had massaged suncream into me, I had felt horny, and he had relieved his tension in the sea (I assumed). It sounded a bit overblown.

‘Want to go for a swim? I’m as hot as a pizza.’

‘OK.’ It might cool my hormones down a bit, I thought.

We swam around a bit in the calm sea and then the boys found us and started a game of frisbee which involved two pairs. Paul and I, and Tim and Julie. The catchers had to compete to grab the frisbee as it sailed in. It seemed that no holds were barred. Paul grabbed me round the waist, the hips, leg, anything to stop me jumping up. Very soon I was doing the same to him. Every time, we ended up in a spluttering, laughing tangle of limbs. He had no objection to grabbing my breasts or bum and boldly I attacked his tight buttocks and sometimes even his hard erection. Tim and Julie were just as physical, I noticed. A more erotic game could scarcely be played in public.

One time, Paul managed ‘accidentally’ to pull my bikini bottoms down my thighs. I yelped and dragged them back up, while he laughed, eyes flashing. Right, I thought, and went for his trunks. After a noisy struggle I got them round his knees and his cock, as straight and hard as a ramrod, bounced around under the water. At this point, in a film, we would have coupled in the sea, oblivious to anything around us. But Paul backed off and pulled his trunks back up, blushing furiously through his laughter.

‘Come on, throw!’ Tim yelled, as the frisbee was forgotten.

‘She pulled my trunks off!’ Paul shouted.

Julie howled with merriment.

‘Well he pulled my pants off first!’ I shrieked.

‘Do you want us to leave you two alone?’ Julie asked through tears of laughter.

Paul and I looked at each other. Something very adult passed between us, unsaid. Then the spell evaporated and we just started throwing the frisbee in a circle, our bodies separated by several yards. It wasn’t nearly as much fun.

********

We stayed on the beach until the sun was nearly down to the horizon, then wandered back to the apartments to shower. I marvelled at how free and easy I felt walking around bare-breasted, exhibiting myself to all and sundry, but especially to my own son and his friend. Both boys sported erections still, Paul’s clearly outlined in his trunks, Tim’s more subtle. But his is larger, I thought proudly.

‘You want first shower, mum?’ he asked.

‘It’s OK, you go first. Don’t use all the hot water, mind.’

As soon as he had disappeared into the bathroom I stripped off my bikini bottoms and lay on the bed. My hand went to my puss and the fingers slipped between my hot slippery lips. I had to give myself the orgasm that I had been desperate for all afternoon. It wouldn’t take long ... Just as I was about to crest the peak there was a shout and a clatter from the bathroom.

‘You OK?’ I shouted, back into mother mode.

More clattering. I went to the door and shouted again – maybe he didn’t hear me above the noise of the water.

‘Yeah, just scalded myself. I need three hands for this thing.’

I nearly offered to hold the shower for him, then remembered I was stark naked. And so was he. I could hold the shower nozzle with one hand while the other grasped his cock and milked the spunk from it in great spurts ... or I could kneel before him and take its head between my lips ... I tottered back to the bed, spread my thighs, plunged both hands between my legs and climaxed. It was a powerful one and lasted for ages. My fingers squelched in my flooded orifice. It left me weak and trembling, and I barely had time to slip a blouse on before Tim emerged from the shower, towel wrapped around his waist, a solid column outlined under it. Maybe he hadn’t relieved the pressure in the shower. Maybe he was waiting for me to do it ...

‘There’s plenty of hot water,’ he said, grinning. ‘Too much, in fact.’

‘Are you hurt?’ I said. Maybe his cock was scalded and needed some medication rubbing into it ... despite my orgasm I felt as horny as ever.

‘Nah, it just gave me a shock. Can’t get used to having to hold it, though. Suppose there’s a technique.’

‘If there is, I haven’t got it,’ I said, trying to keep my voice from quivering.

‘You want me to hold it for you?’ he said with a straight face. Oh my god yes.

‘It’s OK, I’ll manage,’ I said with a forced grin, and went into the shower before I changed my mind.

I washed my body and hair and dried myself with the rather skimpy towel. Then I realised that I hadn’t brought any clothes into the bathroom with me. Oh well. I wrapped the towel around my waist. After all, my breasts had been on display all day, what difference did it make?

Tim was lying on his stomach on the bed reading a book. I sorted out bra and panties and a dress, then hesitated. Should I go back into the bathroom to dress? It seemed unnecessary. I checked that my son was still reading, then shed the towel and put on the panties, then the bra and dress. When I turned round he was looking at me and grinning. Well, all he would have seen would have been my bum. Yes, and a rear view of my crotch as I bent down to dry between my toes. Oh god, had I done that deliberately?

***********

I finished my beautification process, trying to still my trembling fingers. I had chosen a sleeveless short dress and a light stole, as it was still hot outside. Tim was looking smart but casual in a short-sleeved shirt and thin trousers that hugged his hips and buttocks. The bulge in his crotch was very evident. I leaned on the balcony enjoying the evening air and at the appointed time went to Julie’s door, which was wide open.

Paula was sitting on the bed with his hands behind his head, looking at his mother who was standing in front of the wardrobe. At first I thought she was naked, but then I noticed the tiny black triangle of fabric covering her pubes.

‘Hi Gina,’ she said with a smile. ‘I won’t be a minute. Which dress do you think?’

She held up a bright yellow scrap which I assumed would have stretched just about enough to cover her nipples and crotch, and a loose gauzy dress that almost floated.

‘That one,’ Paul said, indicating the gauze. ‘You can see through it.’

She grinned. ‘That’s my boy!’ She shucked the dress over her head and it settled around her body. As Paul had said, it was semi-transparent. Her big dark nipples and black thong were obvious. With the light behind her she would look naked.

‘OK, let’s hit the town! We’ll be fighting the blokes off tonight, Gina.’

Paul sniggered. He was obviously used to his mother’s behaviour. As we went down the stairs he said to me in a serious voice, ‘I like your dress, Gina. It fits you perfectly.’

He means it clings to my tits and bum, I thought. Nevertheless it was a sincere compliment and I thanked him for it. I remembered our antics in the sea that afternoon. I also realised that it was the first time he had called me by my first name. It was obvious that the lad had a crush on me. Well, why not? I’m a woman, after all, and the adoration of a young man is not to be sneezed at.

*************

We found a taverna with a menu that appealed – it had more local fare than most of the others. Paul was sitting next to me, Tim was sitting next to Julie, which surprised me as it meant that the boys couldn’t whisper to each other. As the meal progressed, lubricated by wine, I found out why. I felt a warm hand on my knee, which slowly travelled upwards until it was within an inch of my panties. It was hard to chat normally. Julie was looking flushed and excited and I wondered whether Tim was groping her similarly.

I put my hand down and covered his, through the dress, reluctant to let him discover that the crotch of my knickers was already damp. Then I carefully gripped his wrist and removed the hand. It came back later, however, and contented itself with gently stroking the inside of my thigh, while I swooned inwardly and felt my pussy juices go into overdrive. I couldn’t deny it, I wanted sex, anyone would do, even a 14-year-old boy.

I had drunk too much wine and two cups of strong coffee took the edge off it only slightly. We sorted out the bill. Julie stood up.

‘Right, lads, off you go to bed. Gina and I are going clubbing.’

‘Aw, mum!’ said Paul, while I just looked at her and said ‘Are we?’

‘Sure we are. See if we can pull a couple of Greek gods. Or maybe just have a dance.’

‘Can’t we come? Tim asked.

‘You’re not old enough. And you don’t really want to watch your mum trying to dance, do you? You know you hate it. Anyway it’s late and you ought to be in bed, even if you are on holiday.’

The lads went off back to the apartment without much complaint. At least, I presume they did – for all I know they went to try and pick up girls. I didn’t really care – I trusted Tim not to do anything silly. Unlike his mum. I didn’t really want to pick up a bloke – or did I? Actually a good hot shag might be just what I needed, and it would take my mind off the sexual tensions with the two boys, both of whom seemed to have the hots for me.

Julie linked her arm in mine – I could feel her breast pressed hotly against me – and pulled me towards the nearest disco. To my surprise we weren’t the oldest people inside, although Julie was perhaps the most scantily dressed. Most of the clientele were women, though, and the few blokes standing round the edge didn’t look very appetising. I decided that I would just enjoy myself with some uninhibited dancing, helped by the beer that we drank to replace the sweat. For it was very hot in the club and my dress was soon sticking to me everywhere. Julie’s was too, making her look completely naked. In the loo I took off my bra and panties and stuffed them in my handbag, and felt a bit cooler.

We didn’t get picked up, alas, or perhaps fortunately, and at about 3 a.m. staggered back to the apartments holding each other up. I was aware of Julie’s hot sweaty skin against mine, and her perfume in my nostrils. She was soft and huggy and I felt that I could easily just lie down in her arms and go to sleep. But she helped me into my apartment and gave me a big wet kiss on the mouth, and then left.

Fumblingly I went to the loo, idly wondering where my panties had gone, then shed my dress and collapsed naked into bed. Tim was already fast asleep, snoring gently. I wanted to put my arms around him and strain him to me, but I wasn’t quite drunk enough.

*************

I woke up at dawn with a headache and a dry mouth. I lay there, eyes closed, trying to remember why I wasn’t wearing my usual night T-shirt. There was faint rhythmic movement across the mattress. I cracked open one eye. My son had thrown the sheet off and was lying on his back. He was naked, his eyes closed. One hand grasped his cock and stroked it slowly and firmly.

His cock! I hadn’t seen it erect before, and it was a revelation. Big, bigger than Paul’s, as I already knew, but not quite how big. He could barely fit his fist around it. The head was purple and engorged, shiny and taut. Glistening drops of pre-cum oozed from the gaping eye. His balls were drawn up, solid and puckered. I wondered how long he had been masturbating and how close he was to orgasm.

Careful not to move or change my breathing, I lay there watching him wanking. His rhythm was slow and deliberate, he was obviously in no hurry and wanted to make this a good one. I wondered what fantasy was spinning round his brain. Did it involve me? The thought sent a hot bubble of excitement into my pussy.

Gradually I became aware of faint noises filtering in through the open window – the same as on the first night, of a couple in the throes of passion. Whoever it was, they were enjoying each other. I wondered if Tim was hearing it or if all his attention was concentrated on the nine inches of rigid flesh in his groin.

It would be so easy just to reach out and touch him, I thought. To lay my hand over his, grip his shaft in my fist and take over the stroke. To apply all my skill, such as it was, to give him the mighty orgasm he craved. What would his reaction be? How would I live with myself afterwards? And yet the urge was overwhelming.

To my relief the decision was made for me. His stroke grew harder, his hips lifted off the bed, he pointed his cock at the ceiling and a geyser of whiteness burst forth from the tip, jetting a yard into the air and splattering down onto his stomach. I almost moaned aloud with the supreme eroticism of the sight. Further jets shot out, almost as high, and then he subsided to a thick trickle that flowed over his tightly-clenched fist.

He lay there breathing deeply for a while, then swung his legs off the bed and hurried into the bathroom, presumably to clean up the ness on his stomach and pubes. I squeezed my legs together and I’m sure a mini-orgasm rippled through me. I was careful to appear still asleep when he returned, climbed into bed and began to snore again.

*********

I was truly asleep when Tim woke me with a welcome cup of tea, bless him. I sat up blearily, the sheet falling away from my torso, and remembered I was naked. Oh well, he had seen my tits before. He must have showered and dressed in his trunks already – his stomach was clean, unsullied by pools of semen. Had I dreamed it?

‘We’ve all had breakfast,’ he said. ‘Julie’s talking about going shopping. Paul and I would rather stay on the beach, though.’

Yes, shopping was not Tim’s thing. I gulped the tea down and felt better. ‘Well, I better get dressed pronto.’

He looked at me with an amused smile. I could tell that he was waiting for me to get out of bed in the nude. ‘Go on then,’ I said, waving him outside, trying not to laugh.

‘Did you pull?’ he asked.

‘No, not that it’s any business of yours. We didn’t.’

‘I’m glad,’ he said as he went out onto the balcony, leaving me free to have a pee and a quick (lukewarm) shower.

*********

Julie and I spent an enjoyable morning looking round the shops in the small town, although most of them sold exactly the same sort of tat. She was dressed quite conservatively, for her, in a tight blouse and denim miniskirt. I had chosen a good old sun dress again. We bought some food and headed back to the apartments for lunch, spread it out on the balcony table and the boys appeared as if by magic. I noticed – it was unavoidable really – that both were sporting erections again.

A bottle of wine was among our purchases. I could get used to this, I decided, feeling very mellow and relaxed. I changed into my bikini bottoms and lay on one of the sun-loungers. The boys were washing up, after only minimal nagging, and Julie was doing something. I dozed. My dreams were slow and erotic and when I awoke my pussy was wet and throbbing.

Paul sitting on the side of the sun-lounger, looking at me. Tim and Julie were not to be seen. I smiled at him – he was very handsome, more like a man than a boy. My pussy gave another little twitch at the thought.

He was obviously wanting to say something, twisting his hands together.

‘What is it, Paul?’

‘Gina, I think … I think you’re really sexy, you know. You’re a really sexy woman.’

I couldn’t help my smile broadening. ‘Why, thank you. You’re not so bad looking yourself.’

‘No, I mean it,’ he said urgently. ‘Gina … I want to fuck you.’

I was struck dumb. No-one had ever said that to me before.

He stood up and thrust his hips close to my face. ‘Look.’ His tight trunks were distended by his rigid cock. ‘I want you.’

My brain told me to laugh him off, to point out that he was only 14 and I was three times that. But the heat, the wine, the erotic daydreams and my general horny state combined to overrule my head.

‘We’d better go inside,’ I said weakly, worried that Tim or Julie would find us in an inappropriate configuration, and thinking I might be able to talk him out of it. But once inside the warm dim room, he grabbed my shoulders and planted a fierce hot wet kiss right on my mouth. For an instant I resisted and then my hormones won and I opened my lips and snogged him passionately. Our arms went round each other and he ground his erection against my stomach. I could feel my bursting nipples drilling into his chest. Paul may have been a boy but he kissed like a man, and an experienced one at that. I felt my pussy gushing – it was years since I had snogged anyone like that.

He broke the kiss and quickly knelt before me, dragging his hands down my sides and taking my bikini with them. His face nuzzled into my pubes. He pushed backwards and we collapsed onto the bed, my thighs fell open of their own accord and he plunged his face into my crotch. His strong tongue lashed out and swirled around my labia, lapping up the juices that oozed from me, and then fastened onto my clit. Ooh, someone who knew where a woman’s clitoris was and what to do with it! Dimly I marvelled at his youthful skill but it was soon drowned in the rising tide of my first orgasm. I locked my ankles around his back and grabbed his head and humped my pubes against his face. I came convulsively, wetly, noisily …

I lay gasping with my bum on the edge of the bed, thighs wide. Paul stood up, stripped off his trunks and let his rigid cock spring forth. Then he knelt before me and fed it into my hot gaping pussy. The feel of his warm solid flesh sliding into me reminded me just how long it was since I had last been fucked. And despite his youth that is exactly what he did to me – it wasn’t love-making or even sexual intercourse, it was pure animal fucking. He gripped me round the hips, almost lifting me off the bed, and went at me like a jack-hammer. The veins in his neck stood out and beads of sweat gathered on his hairless chest. His balls and thighs slapped wetly against my bum. Every time his cock rammed into me, there was a loud squelching noise. It was glorious.

‘God, you’re tight!’ he gasped, without breaking his rhythm. I could feel my pussy muscles squeezing his cock without any conscious control – it was as if they were determined to make up for lost time. I may have had three kids but my innards hadn’t been stretched for ages. I felt another orgasm building slowly but inexorably.

Paul kept up the delicious pounding for what seemed like hours but was probably only about ten minutes. His fingers were digging into my hips, my legs were pointing to the corners of the room and my fists were clutching at the sheets. I heard myself give a long low moan of ecstasy as the climax washed through me, my muscles clamping down hard on his cock. As my orgasm ebbed he pulled out of me, grasped his cock in his fist and groaned loudly with impending release. I craned my head.

Long thin streams of spunk hissed out of his straining cock and splashed onto my breasts and stomach. One of them even made it to my chin. It felt warm on my hot sweaty skin. He died away to a trickle and slumped forward over my hips. Tiredly I pulled him up over my body to give him a kiss. The semen squished between us.

‘You didn’t have to do that, you know,’ I said kindly. ‘I was sterilised a long time ago.’ Nevertheless I was touched by his consideration – obviously he didn’t want to get his girlfriend pregnant and it was an automatic reaction. But his reply shocked me.

‘I like it,’ he said. ‘I like to see a woman covered in cum. It’s sexy. I’d like to cum in your face too.’

‘Would you now! And does your girlfriend like that?’

Paul was silent, and I felt his cock, trapped between us, start to swell. It reminded me of the amazing recuperative powers of adolescent boys.

‘Want me again?’ I grinned. He nodded, unabashed.

I rolled us over and squatted on his boyish hips. The spunk felt cool on my breasts. I fed his now fully hard cock back into my vagina and sat down on him, with a loud wet farting sound. He chuckled. ‘You’re so wet, Gina!’

I spread my thighs so that he could see his cock going in and out of me and started to ride him, swirling my hips around to drag his solid flesh against my vaginal walls, running his cockhead against what I hoped was my G-spot, eager to extract every ounce of pleasure from his youthful organ. I squeezed my pelvic floor muscles hard and saw the delight in his eyes. He reached up and cupped my breasts, rolling the nipples around his palms and sending sparks of excitement back down to my pussy. This guy really knew his way around a woman!

I rode Paul as hard as he had fucked me, marvelling at the rigidity of his cock. I leaned forward to brush my nipples against his chest and rub my clit over his sparse pubic hair, and he reached back and started to tease my anus with his fingers. Oh god, he knew about that too! Soon his juice-slick finger was in me up to the knuckle and pumping my arse in time with his cock. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I convulsed in another quivering orgasm. As it died away I remembered that the balcony door was open and that Tim and/or Julie might wander in at any moment, to discover me on top of her young son with his cock in my puss and his finger in my arse. Oh well, never mind ...

He was still hard in my now somewhat tender puss. I lifted myself off and turned through 180 degrees so that my crotch was over his face and my head was over his hips. I felt him chuckle with delight and grab my hips. I wouldn’t have been surprised if some drops of my juice didn’t land on his face, I felt so wet and so open. He pulled me down onto him and his tongue speared deep into my hot tunnel. I grasped his cock – so utterly rigid it seemed like bone – and enclosed the head in my mouth, tasting my tangy juices.

He was obviously no stranger to sixty-nine either. His tongue and mouth went everywhere, and he had no inhibitions about licking my anus and even worming his tongue inside. And he didn’t forget my clit either, gradually drawing me up to a peak of arousal such that I could hardly concentrate on sucking his cock. I could feel the tension in his body, matching mine. His balls had almost disappeared inside him, his cock was hot and swollen, bursting with fresh semen. My labia seemed to be somewhere around his ears, his thumb was rampaging in and out of my arse.

We came almost together. Jets of semen hit the back of my throat and I couldn’t swallow fast enough, I was gasping and moaning in the throes of my own climax. His cum, coating my tongue and trickling down my chin, tasted sweet. My anus clamped hard around his thumb. We throbbed together ...

*******

I lay by his side, temporarily exhausted, my clit still tingling from the attentions of his tongue. His fingers played idly with my nipples, now harder than ever.

‘Wow, Gina, you’re so hot!’

I looked at his face, which was wet with my juices. He grinned, totally at ease with this naked older woman.

‘You’re pretty hot yourself. Your girlfriend is a lucky girl.’

Just then there was a voice outside, Julie calling ‘Coo-ee Gina’.

‘Shit,’ I said, scrambling up. Paul just lay there grinning. I dragged on a dress and tried to wipe the cum off my chin, and tottered out onto the bright balcony.

‘Hi, Gina! Had a good siesta?’ Did she know what I had just done with her son? If she did, she made no comment. But such worries were pushed aside as I noticed that Julie was now totally naked – not even one of her tiny thongs. Her pubes were lightly covered with brown hair but this did not hide her fleshy labia which looked to me to be pink and swollen – but maybe they always looked like that. She seemed pleased with herself.

‘Fancy a dip in the pool? No-one else around.’

‘Um, OK,’ I said. ‘You’re ... not going like that, are you?’

She wrinkled her nose. ‘I’d like to, but I suppose I ought to be vaguely decent. I love being naked, don’t you?’

Especially when there’s a naked stud on top of me, I thought. I remembered that her son was still in my room. ‘I’ll just put my bikini on and see you down there,’ I said, thinking fast.

Paul was still lying on the bed, nude, his erection back with a vengeance. What would his mother have said if she had walked in? He grinned at me and made his cock jerk.

‘Ready for more?’ he said.

‘I’m going for a swim in the pool with your mum. You’d better put something on.’

He pouted. ‘Later, eh?’

I peeled off the dress, which had started to stick to the drying cum on my breasts, and dragged on my bikini bottoms. I could clean off under the poolside shower. Before Paul had a chance to get his hands on me I was out the door and down the steps.

************

Julie and I swam around a bit and then lay in the sun. The unaccustomed sex had left me sleepy, and I didn’t notice the boys appear and start to splash around in the water. I had confused daydreams of young lads pleasuring me in various ways – sometimes it was Paul, sometimes (with a thrill of taboo) it was Tim ... Despite the tenderness in my puss, I grew horny and wondered if indeed Paul and I would get a chance to fuck again – he seemed to be up for it, in both senses.

Julie gave a soft chuckle next to me. ‘Gina, you are one lucky woman!’

‘Uh, why?’

‘Having a son like Tim.’

‘He’s OK, isn’t he?’

‘OK? He’s fantastic! I’m actually feeling a little tender, and that hasn’t happened for years.’

I sat up. ‘What do you mean?’

‘You know what I mean! I’ve had a few blokes in my time – well, OK, a lot of blokes if you must know – and Tim is the best fuck I can remember. He’s as big as I can manage and he stays hard. And he knows his way round a woman – well, he learns quickly, anyway.’

‘You mean – you had sex with him?’

‘Of course I did! I’ve been wanting to get my hands on him for ages, he’s such a hunk. You don’t mind, do you?’

I didn’t reply. I wasn’t sure if I minded or not. They say every young lad should start off with an older woman – and Julie was certainly well qualified (by her own account) to provide excellent sex education lessons. Better her than some pox-ridden tart in a back alley ...

‘Anyway, how was Paul?’ she said casually.

‘Paul?’ I squeaked.

‘Yes, Paul. My step-son, whom you shagged this afternoon. Remember?’ She was grinning from ear to ear.

I put my head in my hands. ‘He told you?’

‘No, I deduced it from the splash of cum in your hair. But I knew he wanted to. We’ve got no secrets. Haven’t had a chance for the full post-mortem yet, of course. But I’m looking forward to that.’

‘You must think I’m an old slag.’

Julie came and put her arm around my shoulders – her warm breast pressed against my side. ‘Of course I don’t. I’m pleased. He told me he fancied you something rotten. And I know how horny you were – believe me, no-one knows more about the horniness of the middle-aged woman than I do. So what could be more natural?’

‘He’s only 14.’

‘A very mature 14, though, eh? Especially in bed.’

I laughed in spite of my lingering shame. ‘Not bad at all, in fact.’

‘So while Paul was bonking you, I thought Tim might as well get stuck in to me. He didn’t need much persuading. Rather a nice symmetry to it, don’t you think?’

I hugged her, finding the sensation of soft female flesh in my arms disturbingly pleasant.

‘I guess we’re both horny old scrubbers, then.’

‘Horny, yes. Old, no. Not so sure about the scrubbers! But I’m looking forward to round two tonight, aren’t you?’

‘You mean –?’ We were interrupted by the boys padding wetly up to our sunbeds. Tim was wearing tight swimming briefs for a change and his cock, although flaccid, looked huge under the tight spandex. I had a vision of it sliding into Julie’s stretched and tender pussy.

‘Hi babes,’ Paul said with a leer. ‘We’re going for a dip in the sea. What time’s dinner?’

‘Oh, about half seven, say. Unless you’re starving.’

‘Tim’s always starving, aren’t you?’ I said to my son affectionately, proud that he had pleasured my friend so expertly.

He smiled at me, seeming suddenly very grown up. We watched their tight arses as they walked off down to the beach.

‘God, what a pair of hunks,’ Julie said. ‘Sex on legs. I can’t wait.’ She buried her face in a magazine and I lay there analysing the itch in my pussy and trying to work out exactly what my feelings were about Paul and the prospect of a night of passion with him.

*********

For dinner that evening I wore a halter-neck dress in pink silk. It left all my back and sides down to the waist, and most of my front, bare. The short, zigzag hem swirled around my thighs. Observing myself in the mirror after my shower, I realised that anything other than flesh-coloured panties would be very visible through the semi-transparent fabric. Unfortunately I didn’t have any. Fortunately my pubic hair is light brown and quite scanty, especially after a trim, so I decided to go naked. Of course, I couldn’t wear a bra either, but that was OK as I had come to enjoy the sensation of letting my tits bounce freely, and was seriously considering dispensing with bras for life.

Julie had chosen a bright red PVC tube that fitted her like a second skin. It started just above her nipples (which constantly threatened to pop out) and ended just below her crotch. Six-inch heels and an ankle chain completed the ensemble. We looked at each other and burst out laughing.

‘God, you look like every lad’s wet dream!’ she chortled. ‘Paul’ll be creaming in his pants.’

‘You look like pretty good wanking material yourself,’ I said, not to be outdone.

‘I know,’ she said, lowering her voice. ‘To be honest, dressing like a slut turns me on something rotten. I love it when blokes leer at me.’

Her honesty was refreshing. ‘Well, if I know Tim, he’ll be doing his fair share of leering tonight.’

She hugged herself. ‘I hope so. I am so horny I’m leaking! I’m going to milk every drop of spunk from his body tonight. They’ll have to change the mattress!’

Her blatant hunger was affecting me too. I thought of Paul, his hard young body ready for my pleasure, spread-eagled under me while I impaled my aching pussy again and again on his ever-solid erection, and felt a drop of hotness well up and coat my labia.

The boys appeared, togged up in their finest – shirts open to show their manly chests, trousers tight to outline their erections – and ogled us, their mothers, without inhibition.

‘Cor, you look sexy!’ Tim said to me, his sparkling eyes and open mouth confirming it.

‘Sexier than in a bikini?’ I smiled, fishing for more compliments.

‘I dunno,’ he said, seriously. ‘You look sexy all the time these days, mum.’

I felt my eyes fill up suddenly, and hugged him tight. His hands stroked my naked back. I felt my nipples pressing into his chest and his cock digging into my stomach.

‘Come on,’ I said, linking my arm in his. ‘Take me to dinner.’

*******

In the restaurant, the atmosphere hummed with sexual tension. Paul sat next to me, opposite Tim and Julie. His hand, when he wasn’t eating, spent the meal up my dress, slipping his fingers between my very wet pussy lips. I confess I sat with my thighs open to assist him. Every so often he would touch my clit, enough to keep me on the edge of orgasm but not to tip me over. I stroked his erection, always rock-hard, through his trousers, again careful not to precipitate a premature ejaculation.

From the expressions on Julie and Tim’s faces, they were engaged in similar activities. Conversation was desultory; we were all eager to finish and get back to the apartments. We wandered back, our arms around each other, the juices seeping from my slit spreading their way down my thighs as I walked.

**********

There was no pretence – Julie and Tim went into her door and Paul followed me. Even before the door had closed I knelt in front of him and undid his trousers. His cock sprang out, as straight and rigid as I remembered. I took it in both fists and closed my mouth around the head, already slick with pre-cum. He groaned and bucked his hips. Not wanting him to cum too soon, I squeezed the base of his shaft until his orgasm had receded. Then I started to fellate him slowly and wetly, taking him as far into my throat as I could. (While doing this I was wondering if Julie, with her experience, was able to deep-throat Tim.) My fist squeezed his shaft gently. My other hand cupped his tight scrotum and my index finger wormed its way between his buttocks and teased his anus. He seemed to like that so I lubricated my fingers by stuffing them into my hot wet gaping puss and replaced my hand.

Paul’s anus admitted my finger easily, as if he was used to it. I slid in as deep as I could and felt around for his prostate, a hard bulge under my fingertip, and began to massage it. He nearly came again but I squeezed it off. His hands were tangled in my hair, following the movement of my head as I rocked back and forth, my lips sliding along his column. Drops of precum coated my tongue, sweet and thick.

I stayed his climax as long as I could, until his knees were trembling and his cock felt like it would burst. My finger rampaged around his prostate, ramping up the volume of his ejaculate. Eventually I took pity on him (and my knees were starting to hurt on the tiled floor). I gave his cock-head a final deep suck, wanked my fist along his shaft, pulled my head back, opened my mouth and looked him in the eyes. I remembered what he had told me that afternoon.

Paul bellowed in ecstasy. I felt his cock swell dangerously. His anus clamped down on my finger. A jet of thin spunk shot out of his cock and splashed into my face, followed by another and another. The force of his ejaculation against my skin was almost painful, like a needle-jet shower. Some of went into my mouth but most of hit my forehead and nose and cheeks. One huge string of cum flew into my hair.

I continued to wank him and massage his anus until his spurts dwindled. Then I took his still hard cock in my mouth and sucked, and was rewarded by a few more spasms.

He too sank down to his knees and his awestruck gaze roamed over my cum-splattered face. I could feel the dribbles of semen slowly trickling down my cheeks and chin and dripping onto my breasts.

‘Oh, Gina,’ he breathed. ‘That is the sexiest thing ever ...’

I licked a big gobbet of sperm that was hanging over my upper lip and swallowed it.

‘Well, if you’ve finished, my poor pussy is awash with juice and would appreciate a little attention ...’

He pulled me up and almost threw me down onto the bed, then pushed my dress up to my waist and dived between my thighs, which had sprung open of their own accord. He buried his face in my crotch and got to work with his tongue. I was so aroused from the lengthy fellation and its messy culmination that I climaxed quickly and fiercely. He didn’t stop but proceeded to tongue me to another, slower and more loving but no less fierce. I could feel the juices flowing out of me and remembered what Julie had said about the mattress. I wondered whether Tim had his head wedged simultaneously inside her pussy.

My climaxes were so intense that afterwards I must have fallen into a doze. I awoke to find Paul, now naked, lying by my side and gently licking my left nipple. Somehow he had got my dress off too. The nipple was hard and aching and his stimulation only served to bring me to a fever pitch of arousal. I reached down and grabbed his erection which was pressed against my thigh.

‘How do you want me this time?’ I said, feeling the dried semen on my face pull as I moved my lips.

Paul chuckled. ‘Doggie? I love that.’

‘Me too!’ I scrambled onto all fours, rested my elbows and head on the bed and stuck my arse in the air. I spread my knees wide and felt the air cool on my gaping puss. I wanted to display myself to the lad as obscenely as I could – to show him the view right up inside my vagina, as far as my womb, to stretch my perineum to splitting point, to make my anus gape so that he could see into my bowels. I wanted my body to have no secrets from him.

He knelt behind me and gripped my hips, then I felt his tongue slurping along my opened labia, licking up the rich fluids that welled from within me. He moved up and licked my sphincter eagerly, spearing my entrance, wriggling his tongue around inside my anus. God, none of my few lovers had been as keen as this!

Then I felt him pull back and his cockhead pushed its way between my labia. I thrust back eagerly and he slid smoothly into me with a loud squelch. My vagina clamped down on him as if to keep him inside. He shuffled around into the right position, held my hips tightly and began to plough my innards with the relentless rhythm of the youth. His cockhead withdrew past the tightest part of my entrance, then plunged back in as deeply as possible, his thighs slapping against my wet crotch. I was being reamed with a vengeance, once a second, endlessly, like a machine. It was glorious.

An orgasm hovered inside me, kept on the boil by his inexhaustible stoking. Eventually I reached down under me and touched my clitoris, amazed at just how wet and protruding it was. Juice was dripping off onto the bed. A couple of light strokes and I had climaxed, my vagina clenching tightly around Paul’s cock while he didn’t miss a stroke. The orgasm continued longer than usual ... suddenly he gave a groan, pulled me back fiercely onto him, and I felt his cock pulse over and over again and he pumped another load of semen deep inside me – the first time, I realised, that he had actually cum in my pussy.

********

He stayed in me until his cock softened, then eased it out but kept his hands on my hips. I realised he was watching my crotch.

‘I love cream-pies,’ he said. ‘Come on, Gina, push it out.’

I couldn’t help but love his childish fascination with my body. I did things with my internal muscles and felt the trickle of warm semen running out of my gaping puss, over my clit, dripping off onto the sheet. Paul gave a murmur of appreciation and gently pulled my labia wide apart. I felt the cool air reaching deep into my hot tunnel. More fluid welled up inside me and trickled out.

‘Mmm, that is so sexy,’ he breathed. I chuckled, utterly at ease.

*********

Later we lay dozing in each other’s arms, his hand on my crotch and mine on his semi-hard cock. At some time in the night I was moved to slide down and rest my head on his stomach so that I could take his cockhead in my mouth. He hardened almost instantly, and I fellated him slowly and unhurriedly, enjoying his unfailing rock-like hardness. I wasn’t sure if he was asleep or not. Eventually his hips jerked and my mouth filled with warm semen, which I swallowed gratefully.

I heard him chuckle. ‘That’s a nice way to wake up,’ he murmured. ‘Sit on my face, you slut.’

To be ordered around so obscenely by one so young was incredibly arousing – not that I wasn’t aroused already. I scrambled up and squatted over his head. In the dim light I could see his wide grin and his eyes sparkling with anticipation. I held my labia apart with one hand and, steadying myself against the wall with the other, lowered my crotch onto his face. At the last minute he stuck out his long tongue and speared my gaping vagina. My slick labia, their outer folds sticky with cum, slid across his cheeks. His nose pressed against my clitoris. His tongue flailed around in my tunnel – he obviously wasn’t fazed by the idea of tasting his own sperm.

I rested my palms against the wall and gyrated my hips, wiping my wet cunt over his face. His tongue went into places where no man’s had ever been, to my recollection. His hands held my hips to align me at just the right angles for maximum enjoyment. Finally he fastened on my clit (allowing oxygen to his nose – I had been getting worried for the lad’s safety), and soon a great wave of orgasm burst over me, then another and another, until I was weak and trembling and couldn’t stay upright.

I hauled myself off him and slid down his chest, hoping to find an erection waiting for me. I wasn’t disappointed. I impaled my hungry pussy on his rigid cock and rode it like a madwoman, my flooded cunt squelching loudly. I was so slickly lubricated that it took a long period of constant humping, accompanied by increasingly loud and abandoned shouts, before we achieved almost simultaneous climax. Paul pulsed for ages and I milked him with my own convulsive squeezing.

I fell forward onto his sweaty chest and fell asleep almost instantly, his softening cock still inside my semen-filled pussy ...

***********

I dreamed that I was lying on my back with my thighs spread as wide as they could go and someone was lying between them licking my clit very slowly and gently. It was deliciously and luxuriously erotic and I didn’t care who the mystery linguist was. I just let myself be carried gradually up the long slope to a deep and draining climax. At some point during the process I became awake and realised that I wasn’t dreaming, but I didn’t have the energy or the desire to change anything.

I crested the peak and came gloriously, hearing my voice mewling and moaning with bliss. When my climax had eventually subsided I raised my head and saw Paul grinning at me from between my legs, his face shining with wetness in the morning light. He scrambled up and straddled my waist, his cock bobbing rigidly.

‘Can I fuck your tits, Gina?’ he said eagerly.

I nodded, too drained by my recent orgasm to protest. As long as he didn’t want me to help ...

Paul pressed my breasts together and eased his erection into the valley between them. It was hot in the room and my body was beaded in perspiration, which lubricated us adequately. The lad fucked my tits with surprising gentleness, squeezing them carefully around his cock, rubbing his thumbs over my aching nipples. I craned my head to watch his swollen purple cockhead appearing and disappearing from my cleavage. Drops of pre-cum leaked out and added to the slipperiness. He groaned as his orgasm approached, squeezing my tits harder ...

He must have been manufacturing sperm furiously during the night, because an awful lot of it erupted forth. Most of hit me on the face and chin; the last few spurts pooled on my neck and cleavage. Paul gave a huge groan of satiation. I drifted into an erotic doze ...

... to be woken by Julie shaking my shoulder.

‘Come on Gina, time to get up. Don’t forget we’re going on that coach trip today.’

I struggled to raise myself on my elbows, while she went to draw back the curtains.

‘Hey, look at you!’ she laughed. ‘Looks like you and Paul had a good night!’

I was in a most inelegant position – stark naked, thighs spread, pubes matted with wetness, and fresh spunk covering my face and chest. Paul was nowhere to be seen. I recalled that at the welcome meeting with the travel courier we had signed up for a day trip to Corfu Town, visiting various tourist sites and finishing up with a ‘traditional Greek banquet’ somewhere – where we would no doubt be regaled by blokes playing bouzoukis and smashing plates.

‘How long have I got?’ I muttered, blushing as Julie inspected the ravaged state of my body and of the bed.

‘Bout an hour,’ she said. ‘No worries. Time to clean all that spunk off. He does produce a lot, doesn’t he?’

She made a cup of tea while I showered and dressed. Julie was attired fairly conservatively, for her – a mid-thigh miniskirt and a white top which outlined her big hard nipples. She saw my glance and chuckled.

‘I’m still sexed up from last night. My god your boy can fuck! I’m actually quite sore and that hasn’t happened for ages. Knickers are out – too tender. What about you? Did Paul give satisfaction?’

‘Oh yes,’ I said, unable to suppress a grin. ‘He certainly did. Made me feel 18 again! He certainly knows his way round a woman.’

‘He should do, I taught him well,’ Julie said. Did she give sex-ed lessons at home as well as school, I wondered. ‘You can tell me all about it on the coach.’

***********

I didn’t, though, because Paul sat next to me and fingered my crotch under my sundress all the way. I must confess I was unable to resist stroking his erection too ... we didn’t talk about last night, it seemed to be assumed that we were now lovers and would do it again at the next opportunity. I was not averse to the idea ... Tim and Julie sat together behind us, whispering. No doubt they were planning the night’s activities. In my aroused daydream I wondered what they had got up to, how many times my son had fucked Julie, how often he had come and how copiously, how much bigger his cock would feel than Paul’s. I realised with a blush of guilt that I was slightly jealous ...

The coach trip was tiring, a succession of stops at monasteries, ruins, roadside shops selling souvenirs, tavernas that catered for coach-parties, and a stony beach that wasn’t a patch on the one outside our apartments. By the time we arrived at the evening venue all I wanted to do was climb into bed, with or without a bloke. Actually, with one would have been very nice – Paul’s fingers had kept me more than halfway to orgasm all day.

The food was mediocre and the music too loud. Somehow I ended up separated from Julie and the boys by a sweaty couple who obviously enjoyed this sort of thing and couldn’t understand why I didn’t. The plate-smashing and Greek dancing ran its course (I pleaded a headache to avoid having to take part), and finally we staggered onto the coach where I promptly fell asleep with Paul’s arm around my shoulders.

*******

Back at the apartment, I stood leaning on the balcony looking at the dark sea and gradually recovering in the cool, quiet night air. An arm went round my waist.

‘Come to bed, Mum,’ Tim said. I let him lead me into the room and guide me into the bathroom, where I splashed water over my face, washed the day’s juices off my pubes and cleaned my teeth.

Tim was lying on his back with the light out. I saw the outline of his erection under the sheet. I wondered whether to wear my nightie but it was hot and I would much rather sleep naked. I slipped out of my dress and under the sheet, acutely aware of my son’s naked and aroused body about six inches away. I could tell he wasn’t asleep.

‘You’re not spending the night with Julie again, then?’ I said softly, intrigued.

‘No, not tonight,’ he said, after a pause. Maybe she had told him she was too sore.

‘What was she like then?’ I asked, before I could stop myself.

‘She was fantastic, mum! It was incredible, the things we did.’

‘Was she your first?’

‘Mmm. Thanks, mum, I really appreciate it.’

Did he think I had arranged it?

‘What about you and Paul?’ he asked.

‘What about us?’

‘Was it good? He said it was. He said you enjoyed it.’

‘Did he? He told you all about it, did he?’ I couldn’t help being amused at the thought of the two of them dissecting the events, like pundits after a football match. Replaying the highlights ...

‘Yeah, everything. He said you’re the sexiest woman he’s ever met.’

‘That’s nice ...’

There was silence, and after a while I realised he was asleep. I lay there, unable to relax, needing to masturbate to release the tension that Paul had stoked up in me all day. Tim stirred and pushed the sheet down. In the dim light I saw his cock, still fully erect, lying up his stomach, bobbing gently. It looked huge. I felt a sudden liquid warmth between my legs. Oh god, what was I thinking of? I wondered if I could somehow creep into Julie and Paul’s room and entice the lad out onto the balcony where we could couple like animals ...

My son stirred again and his arm moved to lie across my stomach. The touch of his warm skin on mine almost made me climax. I knew what I wanted to do and all my inhibitions were unable to prevent it. Gently I slid across so that my head was just above Tim’s stomach, my hair brushing his skin. I opened my mouth wide and took the head of his cock in it – there was very little clearance. I closed my slips around his taut shaft and sucked gently, trying not to wake him. My hand went to his balls and cupped their solid mass. The thought of all that teenage sperm bottled up inside caused another bubble of hot juice in my pussy.

I fellated him slowly and carefully, marvelling at the size and rigidity of his youthful cock. His hips began to shift and I knew that his orgasm was near. I squeezed my legs together with excitement. I felt his hand stroking my hair and realised he was awake and aware, but it was too late to stop.

‘Oh Mum!’ he groaned, and his hips bucked violently. A jet of hot sperm gushed forth and filled my sucking mouth. I swallowed it hurriedly just in time for the next one. I managed to swallow several more copious gouts, wondering whether he would ever stop. Fortunately he subsided into a succession of dribbles before my stomach was full. I cleaned his softening cock with my lips and tongue and lay back, trembling at the thought of what I had just done.

Suddenly Tim sat up and flung the sheet away from his legs and mine. He grabbed me and hauled me round so that my bum was on the edge of the bed. He knelt on the floor, pushed my thighs apart and buried his head in my crotch. I cried out with the speed of his assault, and then my reflexes took over as his tongue got to work and my hips bucked upwards into his face. I heard myself give voice to incoherent cries as the orgasm which had been simmering all day exploded inside me.

My son rode it out with his mouth clamped firmly around my clitoris. He hooked his arms around my thighs and just kept on sucking and licking me. Within a minute I had climaxed again, powerfully, achingly. I could feel juice trickling out of me, down over my buttocks. Despite the ultra-sensitivity of my clit, I humped my pubes into my face, craving further sensation. He obliged, and soon I had come again, even more noisily and agonisingly than before.

After my climaxes had ebbed, Tim stood up. His cock was erect again, pointing diagonally upwards, huge and potent. I just lay there, weak and quivering. I wanted to tell him to fuck me but the words wouldn’t come out. Fortunately he was of a like mind because he knelt between my thighs and pushed his cock between my swollen wet labia. I spread my thighs as wide as they would go and he lunged.

God he was big! As big a man as I have ever had, and certainly much bigger than for the last 15 years. It was painful and delicious at the same time as his shaft dilated my vagina. I yelped with the massive stretching that seemed to extend right up into my stomach. I felt him thud against my cervix. His pubic bone ground against my clit and his balls slapped against my buttocks.

My own son was fucking me! Deeply, hugely, incestuously. The very thought of it was enough to make me cum again, to my faint surprise.

Tim gripped my hips hard and pumped into me furiously.

‘Fuck, mum, you’re so tight!’ he moaned. ‘I can’t ...’

With an agonised cry he climaxed. I felt his cock swell inside me and pulse as another load of sperm gushed deep into my womb. I must have been on a sort of orgasmic plateau, for another cum rippled through me as his cock continued to spew its load into me.

Tim made to pull out. I squeezed the base of his softening cock as hard as I could with my internal muscles and whispered, ‘No, stay in me. Fuck me again.’

He lowered himself onto me, his cock still firmly held by my pussy muscles. We looked into each others’ eyes and I started to squeeze him rhythmically. To my delight he began to swell and harden almost immediately. Within a few minutes he was stiff and as huge as ever, his cock filling my whole vagina and stretching my labia tautly.

‘Now,’ I whispered, ‘fuck me hard.’ Even just saying the words to my own son triggered off another mini-orgasm in me.

He did. Tim got into the missionary position (nothing wrong with it – good close contact all the way down the body) and pumped his cock into me with a relentless hard rhythm. My cunt was already full with his sperm and it squished out around his shaft with loud liquid noises. Soon it was churned into a thick foam which spread over his loins and balls and all across my thighs and bum. But despite the excessive lubrication his girth ensured that there was plenty of friction. I had a few more little orgasms ...

After half-an-hour of vigorous rogering he stopped for breath. He pulled out, leaving my cunt gaping and empty (apart from the sperm which had not been pushed out). He stood between my legs, proud and erect, his cock smeared with white and his loins covered in froth. I sat up and switched the bedside light on. This was too good to do in the dark. I closed my mouth around his shaft, relishing the heady cocktail of sperm and my own juices. Tim caressed my hair while I fellated him lovingly, managing to get over half his length down my throat. His cock was as hard as iron and it was an effort to bend it down enough to get the right angle.

I cleaned his cock and balls as much as I could while he just stood there murmuring ‘Oh mum!’ Eventually my over-stimulated pussy asserted itself, wanting more action. The thought of his hugeness spearing my innards was too strong to resist.

‘Want to fuck me again?’ I said, grinning. He nodded. I got on all fours, my knees on the edge of the bed, my cum-smeared arse displayed to him in all its intimate glory. Without hesitation he pushed his cock between my swollen labia and thrust it home up to the hilt. I gasped with the sudden invasion of the monster – although exquisite, his length and thickness was almost more than I could cope with in that position. I rested my head on the bed, my aching nipples brushed against the sheet. Tim held my hips firmly and started to pump, and another orgasm swelled deep inside me ...

***********

I don’t think we got more than an hour’s sleep in total that night. Tim was insatiable and despite my increasing tenderness I could not get enough of his cock, either plunging deep inside my lake of a cunt or filling my mouth and throat. I lost count of the number of times he came – he seemed to have a limitless supply of spunk. My whole body was coated in the stuff, inside and out. My orgasms just rolled out of me, one after the other, until I seemed to have been cuming for hours. We fell asleep as it was getting light outside, Tim’s head resting on my pubes where he had licked my sperm-covered clit to a series of explosive and draining climaxes.

Dimly I could hear voices – it was Julie and Paul outside the window.

‘... wonder if they’re all right?’ she was saying. ‘Do you think I should go in?’

‘They’ll be OK,’ Paul said. ‘Probably just shagged out. I’m dying to know what they got up to, though.’

‘Me too,’ said Julie. ‘I hope Tim gave her the shag of a lifetime – it’s what she wanted.’

I touched Tim’s head and he stirred, lifting a sleepy face covered in drying fluids.

‘Got to get up, love,’ I said. ‘Too hot in here.’

He nodded, gave me a tender kiss on the clitoris and stood up. His cock was flaccid for once, although still large – had I finally sated his lusts?

‘My god, mum, you look thoroughly fucked,’ he chuckled. I felt it too – my skin was covered in sweat and drying spunk, my limbs ached and my pussy felt almost too sore to touch. The bedsheets were tangled painfully under me.

‘Come on, I’ll get you into the shower,’ he said, helping me to stand. When I tried to walk I could feel my labia swollen and tender between my thighs. A trickle of liquid oozed out and ran down my leg.

My son sat me on the loo and watched carefully as I had a pee. I was unable to feel any embarrassment after what we had done. Then he turned on the shower and gently soaped me down while I steadied myself against the tiled wall. The movement of his hands over my skin made me realise that in spite of everything I was still incredibly horny – my nipples ached as if they had been clamped and I shivered every time his hands brushed against them. I turned round to return the favour and found that Tim too was horny again – his great cock was erect and poked me in the stomach.

I tried to ignore it while I soaped him down but it was impossible. He made me stand with my front to the wall, my arse jutting back at him, and pushed his cock against my swollen pussy. I moaned at the sweet agony as my pink, inflamed labia stretched and parted to admit his huge glans. The rock-hard shaft slid into me and the pain was drowned in the rising tide of ecstasy as his now-familiar girth filled my tender vagina.

My son held my waist and fucked me steadily, his cock thumping against my G-spot. My orgasm was loud and fierce and all-consuming. The convulsive squeezing of my internal muscles around his unyielding column was deliriously painful. As my own climax ebbed Tim’s rhythm grew to a peak and he rammed himself into me as far as he could before releasing a series of gut-wrenching eruptions of youthful sperm deep inside me.

**********

With trembling legs we dried ourselves off and tottered naked into the main room. Julie and Paul were standing there, Paul in his tight trunks (erection clearly outlined) and Julie completely naked. She kissed me tenderly on the mouth.

‘Come on, Gina, get some breakfast down you. You’ve used a lot of calories! Don’t bother with clothes. Looks like you’re too tender for them anyway.’

Legs apart for comfort, I looked at myself in the mirror. My nipples were swollen and solid and there was a little bruising on my breasts and hips. But the main feature was my labia, which were huge and red and engorged, standing out proudly beneath my scant bush of hair. As I looked, a big globule of semen emerged from my slit and plopped onto the floor. I laughed weakly.

‘No point in pretending we were just playing cards, is there?’ I said sheepishly.

She hugged me and Tim together. ‘I’m so happy for you. Come on, you can tell me all about while we eat.’

Although she had put a towel on the chair, I still winced as I sat down.

‘Maybe we should buy you a rubber ring, eh Gina? Never mind, I’ve got some analgesic cream for this very occasion. You’ll be ready for more before long.’

So my son and I sat naked at the breakfast table on the balcony while Tim, without a trace of embarrassment, gave them a detailed and intimate account of the night’s activities. I got the feeling he was used to discussing such matters with Julie and Paul. Still, it was weird to hear my sexual exploits discussed so casually.

The two boys went off to the beach while Julie and I cleared up. She produced some cream from her bag.

‘Here you are, Gina. Works wonders on me after a heavy night. Want me to put some on?’

‘Eh? Oh, OK, if you want.’ I was still in a post-orgasmic haze accentuated by lack of sleep.

She got me to lie on the bed (almost as rumpled as mine, I noticed) with my thighs spread, and sat next to me. Gently she got some of cream on her fingers and touched it to my inflamed labia. I flinched.

‘OK, Gina, it’ll feel better soon.’ Her fingers caressed my lips and inner membranes, smoothing it into the tender skin. It did help, I was starting to enjoy her knowing gentle touch.

‘So, you’ve finally fucked him,’ she said softly. ‘How do you feel about it?’

‘I don’t know,’ I murmured. ‘I haven’t come down to earth yet. I suppose it’s incest, isn’t it? I ought to feel mortified. But I don’t.’

‘Tim’s wanted to fuck you for ages,’ she said. ‘He told me. And I think you’ve wanted him too. So you both got what you wanted, and needed.’

‘Mmm, well, I guess I needed it bad,’ I said, as her fingers continued to caress all around my pussy, especially my clit. The soreness had gone now and been replaced by a familiar horny itch.

‘How long have you been fucking Paul?’ I asked. The realisation had been growing in me for a while now but I had not wanted to confront it.

‘Oh, about 18 months,’ she said casually. ‘He had the hots for me for ages, so I talked it over with his dad and then went for it. He’s great, isn’t he? Not as big and spunky as Tim, mind.’

‘So we’re both committing incest, then.’

‘Well, strictly speaking, Paul’s only my step-son. But I think of him as my son, so it counts as incest really, doesn’t it. Does that make it more exciting for you, Gina?’

Julie was stroking my clit blatantly now, any pretence of therapeutic application gone. The sexual tension was building in me hugely. I humped my pubes up against her hand and gripped her round the waist. She lay down next to me and our mouths met in a very wet kiss, tongues entwining and saliva flowing. A corner of my mind wondered how recently Paul had spurted his semen into the same mouth ... With a great pulse of ecstasy the orgasm exploded inside me. Julie’s expert fingers kept it throbbing for minutes before she finally released me and let me subside, quivering and moaning.

‘My, you are a horny girl, aren’t you?’ she whispered into my mouth.

Oh god, I thought, sex with minors, incest and now lesbianism all in the space of 48 hours. What next?

‘I didn’t mean that to happen,’ I said weakly.

‘I did,’ she said, and kissed me again. ‘Now, we’ve got two choices. We can either stay here and get to know each other extremely well, or go and find the boys and bring them back to fuck us. Which is it?’

I didn’t feel like standing up. ‘Let’s stay here,’ I said, and hugged her warm naked body. ‘But you’ll have to treat me gingerly, I’m still very tender.’

**************

To be honest, I am not a complete stranger to lesbian sex. Like most girls, I experimented a bit with close friends in my early teens, and later with a couple of girls at college, mostly after several drinks. But I had never gone as far as I did with Julie that morning. She had no inhibitions and mine were rapidly evaporating. We explored each other’s bodies as thoroughly as it is possible to do without a dissection kit. I discovered, with Julie’s help, the many ways in which a woman can achieve orgasm, not all of which involve the clitoris – just as well, as we were both fairly tender in that area. I must have swallowed a good half pint of her body fluids, and donated the same amount of mine. She didn’t mind cleaning out Tim’s sperm from my cunt – in fact she relished it, and I was happy to suck Paul’s remnants from her hot tunnel. She taught me the unexpected pleasures that can be got from the female anus, so much so that when the boys returned, a couple of hours later, I was laid across her hips with her fingers (three, or maybe four) gently fucking my well-lubricated arsehole while I climaxed helplessly and repeatedly.

‘Looks like you got your wish, mum,’ Paul said, laughing. I raised my head and looked at the boys through an orgasmic haze.

‘What do you mean?’

‘Mum’s been itching to have sex with you for ages,’ he said casually. ‘She kept talking about it in bed.’

‘Is that true, Julie?’ I squirmed off her lap.

‘Course it is. I fancied you as soon as we met. I’m surprised you didn’t pick up on it.’

‘I must be very unobservant,’ I laughed. ‘Did you know, Tim?’

Tim was standing there with his cock threatening to split his swimming shorts.

‘Yeah, Julie told me. I couldn’t think how to arrange it, though.’ He sat next to me on the bed and put his arm round my waist. Automatically I rested my hand on his erection.

‘Are you still very sore, mum? Only, I really want to fuck you again.’

My heart went out to him. Of course I wanted him to fuck me again – endlessly, for ever – but I wasn’t sure my abused pussy could take it. I said so.

‘Let’s have some lunch and talk about it,’ Julie said. ‘Can’t shag on an empty stomach.’ She bustled around with plates and bread and cheese and olives and wine and things. We sat and ate and chatted, mostly about sex. Julie told us about the first time she and Paul had had sex – he was so excited that he had sprayed cum all over her as soon as she touched his cock. They laughed at the memory.

‘You’re all right now, though, aren’t you?’ she said. ‘Sometimes I even get my clothes off before you spray me.’

‘You know you like it, mum,’ he replied. ‘You say it’s a compliment.’

‘So it is. And very good for the skin! Isn’t that right, Gina?’

I was very dozy – the countless orgasms of the night and morning had taken their toll, helped by the glass of wine.

‘Mmm, very good,’ I said. I got up and lay down on one of the sun-loungers and was almost instantly asleep.

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I dreamed that someone was giving me a very gentle massage, paying particular attention to my breasts and very hard nipples. This was having a knock-on effect in my pussy and clitoris, which in the dream was not at all sore but just extremely aroused and wet. I was expecting an orgasm to occur eventually.

Of course it wasn’t a dream. I opened my eyes to find Tim standing over me smoothing sun-cream over my naked body. He too was naked and his erection stood up so stiff and proud it was bobbing against his stomach. I looked sideways and say Julie lying next to me and Paul, also naked, with the tip of his cock in her mouth.

‘I didn’t want you to get burnt,’ Tim said with a catch in his voice.

‘Mmm, you’re a darling,’ I said, stretching luxuriously. The power nap had refreshed me considerably. ‘And you need your reward.’

I reached out and grasped his hot iron-hard cock and pulled it towards me. The glans fitted between my lips like a plug. It was so stiff that I had trouble bending it down to the right angle. My son groaned and I feared he would come too soon. But he controlled himself and said to Paul,’ Hey, look, we can have a contest.’

Quite what was being contested was unclear to me, but Julie giggled. I concentrated my attention on pleasuring my son’s cock, which was obviously well-stocked with fresh spunk. I used all my fellation skills to ramp up his excitement until the pre-cum was leaking out of him like a dripping tap. I kept glancing across at Julie who was similarly engaged in covering her own son’s cock in saliva, with loud slurping noises and murmurs of pleasure. Both boys had expressions of utter bliss on their faces. I noticed they kept looking at each other. Then I understand what the contest was ...

Well, although Paul’s cock was a goodly size for his age, my son’s was half as long again and twice as thick. I felt a surge of pride. Now, who could hold out the longest? Both lads looked like they were going to explode. I slowed down my attentions, keeping Tim at unbelievable hardness while prolonging the sweet agony as much as I could. His cock felt like it was going to split like a ripe plum. My jaws began to ache. I noticed that Julie had one hand between her legs and was masturbating openly. I can do that too, I thought, and slid my fingers between my very wet labia. But I was still very tender and gave it up after a bit. The feel of my son’s erection filling my mouth was erotic enough.

Finally Paul started to grunt and shout. I turned my head to watch. Julie kept her hand on the base of his cock and withdrew her head a bit. Paul’s ejaculation was fierce and copious, strings of semen shooting out and splattering across her face and hair. She was coming too, her mouth wide open, and a few of the white ropes went inside. Her son’s whole body was taut and quivering as he pumped out the contents of his swollen balls over his mother.

As his eruptions dies away to a dribble, I felt Tim’s shaft swell dangerously. Hurriedly I turned my face towards him, the gaping eye of his cock pointing directly at me. I trembled with anticipation, squeezing my thighs together.

He did not disappoint – my lengthy build-up had not been in vain. His hot teen spunk shot out like a firehose, hitting me on the forehead and nose. Gouts of it splashed into my hair and some even hit the wall behind. I bent his straining cock downwards to direct further jets into my gaping mouth. He pulsed endlessly, until I wondered where it had all come from. My face and neck was plastered in the stuff and now it was raining onto my tits too. I kept on squeezing his cock, trying to milk him dry, until he staggered and closed his hand over mine.

‘Oh, mum, it’s too much!’

I released him and his orgasm died away to a few drops which fell onto my stomach. Julie was laughing and clapping.

‘Oh Gina, you should see yourself! Wait till I get the camera!’

She dashed inside while I just lay them luxuriating in the feel of the warm sperm slowly sliding down my face and neck. Julie returned with a mirror and her camera. She took a few shots, saying ‘here’s some for the family album’ and then held the mirror for me. I looked as if someone had sprayed yoghurt over me. I began to laugh weakly, and some globules of semen fell off my nose and into my mouth.

Julie too was dripping with teen cum, although not as much as me. There was no doubt who had won the contest. She knelt by my sun-lounger and looked me in the eyes – well, one eye anyway, as the other was sealed shut with spunk.

‘Want to snowball?’ she asked gently. I didn’t know what she meant, but she must have taken my silence for a yes, because she leant forward and gave me a sensuous open-mouthed kiss. Both our mouths were sticky with cum, inside and out, and we passed it back and forth, revelling in the sheer dirtiness of it all. I thought I could detect a difference in taste between her son’s and mine’s, but it soon got thoroughly mixed. Then she licked most of Tim’s emission off my face and neck and fed it to me, and I did the same for her. It seemed a very affectionate act. I later discovered that the boys had taken lots of photos of us doing this.

‘Wow, you two are so hot!’ Tim said as Julie and I started on an endless, spunk-filled snog. ‘I’m getting hard again already!’

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Julie giggled spunkily into my mouth. ‘I love teenage boys, don’t you?’ I wondered how many she had had.

‘I need to fuck you again, mum,’ Tim said with a catch in his voice. He sounded desparate.

‘I’d love to fuck you, but I’m really too tender at the moment! I haven’t had sex like that for ... well, for a long time.’

‘You don’t have to fuck him with your puss, you know,’ Julie said, teasing my semen-covered nipples with her fingertips. ‘You could fuck him with your arse. I got the feeling it was enjoying being stretched this morning!’

‘Oh Julie, I couldn’t! He’s much too big!’ Hard though it might be to believe, I had lasted until the age of 45 without ever having had anal sex – apart from a girl’s fingers when I was younger, and then Julie’s recently. Although I found the idea of it erotic in theory, something in me always shied away from trying the act itself.

‘I managed OK,’ she said.

‘Huh?’

‘Night before last. You enjoyed my arse, didn’t you, sweetheart? Reamed it until I was like a railway tunnel, didn’t you?’

Tim nodded. ‘Yeah, it was hot, mum! She was really tight at first but I just slid in as easy as anything. Lucky I’d already cum a few times otherwise I’d have shot my load straight away.’

‘Yes, well I get plenty of practice, don’t I, Paul?’ she winked at her stepson. ‘Come on, Gina, you haven’t lived until you’ve had a big cock pumping in your arse! Even better, another one in your puss at the same time!’

‘Come on, mum, I’m sure you’d enjoy it. I’ll be very gentle.’ Tim was pleading with me, his cock straining upwards at the thought of penetrating his mother’s virgin anus.

‘Have you had a shit recently?’ Julie asked. Really, I thought, was nothing private?

‘Um, no.’

‘Well, empty yourself out and then I’ll give you an enema. Get you nice and clean all the way up. I have a feeling Tim’ll be wanting to go very deep!’

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I went to the loo – fortunately without an audience – and then lay down on my stomach on the bed as Julie instructed. She had brought a contraption like a hospital drip bag with a long tube attached and was filling it with water from the kettle. She seemed to be an expert. I have led a sheltered life, I thought.

‘I’ll give you a couple of quarts of soapy water,’ she said. ‘It’s very mild. You might get a bit of cramping at first, just sing out if there’s any discomfort.’

I felt her push something cool against my anus, and then it popped inside. The nozzle wasn’t very big and felt quite nice. Then she opened the tap and warm water began to flow into me. It was a strange sensation, but pleasant, and I gave a little ‘ooh’ of surprise. All three of them were standing around the bed, just like hospital visitors, except that they were all naked.

The water was flowing up into my bowels and making me feel full. I could feel my intestines re-arranging themsleves. Little pains came and went.

‘Nearly there,’ Julie said. ‘Any cramps?’

‘A little.’ She massaged my lower back and they went away. ‘Lie on your side if it feels better.’

‘There,’ she said after a while. ‘I’ll just take the nozzle out and put a plug in. Hold it for as long as you can, Gina.’

I rolled over and lay on my back. My abdomen was distended as if I was about 5 months pregnant.

‘God that’s sexy,’ Tim breathed, his hands hovering around his cock. I imagined him wanking a new load of sperm over my taut stomach.

‘Think your mum would look good with her pussy shaved?’ Julie said. ‘Or maybe a Brazilian?’

‘What’s that?’

‘Just a stripe of hair down the front. Pussy and arse completely bare and smooth, of course. You don’t want to get hairs in your mouth, do you?’

‘I think totally shaved is best,’ Tim said. ‘What do you think, mum?’

‘I think ... that I can’t hold it any longer!’ I got up off the bed and waddled into the bathroom, pulled the plug out of my anus and sat down hurriedly. The enema squirted out of me like a volcano – it was unlike any experience I had ever had and actually very erotic. The flood just kept coming, even when I thought I was empty there would be another gurgle in my bowels and more would gush forth. My anus felt wide open and tingling. It must have been a good twenty minutes before I decided it was safe to get up. Feeling a little weak and shaky I washed myself carefully and tottered into the bedroom.

Julie was suckling the boys – one of them attached to each nipple. Her eyes were closed in bliss. When she heard the door open she said ‘OK, Gina? Feeling empty now? Ready to be shaved?’

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‘Only if you do it too,’ I said. I didn’t want to be the only one showing everything I’d got – although to be honest Julie’s labia, especially when aroused (which was most of the time), were not hidden by her light pubic hair.

‘If you like,’ she said happily. ‘I go bare quite a lot, don’t I Paul? You can shave me first, Gina. You’ll like that.’

I fetched a bowl of water and a towel and my underarm razor and foam. Julie spread her legs obscenely. Her cunt was florid and gaping, glistening with juice. I wanted to bend down and lick it but the presence of the two boys stopped me – I don’t know why, I’m sure they would have loved to watch. I lathered her up and got to work with the razor, carefully holding her labia out of the way – tricky, as they were slippery with her juices.

‘Don’t forget around my arsehole,’ she said, giggling. ‘I don’t want any of my friends to get a stray hair in their mouth!’

I shaved round her big sphincter, trying to imagine Tim’s fat cock spearing into it – and into mine. Hot fluid oozed out of my pussy. I washed the foam off and dried her with the towel. Julie’s bare pussy smiled up at me – I caught a whiff of her musky sex juice.

‘Wow, that looks good enough to eat,’ Paul breathed.

‘Better give it the tongue test,’ she said. ‘Make sure Gina hasn’t left any stubble.’

Her son knelt down and applied his lips and tongue to her opened crotch, licking carefully to make sure everything was smooth. Watching his tonguetip circling her anus, then teasing into the centre, was phenomenally erotic. Julie reached down and pulled her buttocks apart to let him plunge his tonuge further inside her back passage. She moaned with pleasure, then looked at me.

‘Your turn now, Gina. Got to get you ready for Tim’s big treat.’

I lay on the bed and spread my legs as wide as they woud go. I had no inhibitions about letting the boys see every intimate detail. Julie shaved me slowly and craefully, stopping every so often to stroke the end of my clit which was begging for attention. She made me turn on all fours and got the boys to hold my buttocks apart so that my anus was stretched taut for best depilation. After I’d been washed and dried, she fetched a mirror.

‘There you are Gina, naked as the day you were born!’

Indeed I was. Not a trace of hair or stubble anywhere on my loins. It made me look much younger, I thought, and surprisingly sexy. I couldn’t resist running my fingers across my smooth pubic mound and labia. It was deliciously sensual.

‘You’ll be masturbating all the time until you get used to it,’ Julie said. ‘I did, the first time I was shaved. It feels wonderful.’

‘You look fantastic, mum,’ Tim said. ‘Can I do the test?’

I closed my eyes and felt his soft lips and tongue gently touching my newly bare and very sensitive skin. It was so blissful I felt as if I could climax without much extra stimulation. He scooped up some of my copious juices on his tongue and swallowed them with loud appreciative noises. Then he turned his attentions to my anus, still tingling after the explosion of the enema. I felt his strong tongue sliding inside me. God, my own son was fucking my arse with his tongue while two other people watched!

‘You’re not too tight, mum,’ he said when he had finished. ‘I think my cock’ll fit in there OK.’

‘We’ll just make sure,’ Julie said. ‘I’ll give you a douche with this lube. Get you nice and slippery.’

I felt something else penetrate my rear entrance, which was then filled with a cool fluid. Julie told Tim to rub some jelly around my sphincter, which he did with relish. His fingers working over my muscle ring actually made me eager for full insertion.

‘Now Gina, you’d better lube up Tim’s cock. Careful, though, he looks as if he’s about to cum.’

Indeed the poor lad’s cock was swollen and red, massively hard, sticking straight up in the air. I smoothed the clear lube over it with my fingertips while he groaned with suppressed lust. It seemed bigger than ever and I had a moment of doubt about my ability to accept it into my back passage.

Julie told me to kneel on the edge of the bed with my arse in the air. In that position Tim could stand behind me and bend his cock at the right angle. I felt her hands holding my buttocks taut, massaging around my arse, loosening me up. Something fat and cushiony touched my anus.

‘Relax, my love,’ Julie whispered. ‘Just relax that sweet little arsehole. Let him push into you ...’

I tried to relax, and was helped by a hand which started to stroke my pussy very softly. The pressure against my anus grew and suddenly I felt myself dilating hugely, wider than I would have believed possible. It was not exactly painful, just a massive stretching feeling. My arse opened even more and then Tim’s glans popped through and my muscles squeezed the top of his hard shaft.

‘Oh God, mum,’ his voice was agonised, ‘I’m going to cum!’

‘No, you’re not,’ Julie said, and whatever she did to him must have worked because I didn’t feel the telltale swelling of his column. Instead he started to push into me deeper and deeper. Now that the head of his cock, the widest part, was inside me, there was no more stretching, just an increasing feeling of fullness like I needed to shit.

‘Jesus, mum, I’m going right inside your arse!’ There was awe in his voice. I wondered how long he’d been fantasising about this.

Still his cock kept on sliding into me, stirring my empty bowels strangely. It felt like it was poking me in the stomach. Eventually I felt his pubic hair tickling my amazingly taut anal ring.

‘Fuck, I’m right in you! You’re so tight, mum! Oh shit, I’m going to spunk!’

This time I felt Julie’s fingers against my skin. ‘No you’re not,’ She said firmly. ‘You’re not going to cum until I let you!’

That could be a long time, I said to myself, shivering at the thought of Tim’s spunk building up pressure in his balls. I only hoped my arse was equal to the task.

‘Now,’ Julie said to him, ‘fuck her, but slowly. Let her arse get used to it. She’ll loosen up after a while and then you can really get stuck in, like you did with me.’

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