Author; Ace, Storyace

title;  barefoot in the 80's part 5; The beautiful trap, my friend's mother takes me by surprise.

Codes; m/F milf

part 5 of 8

3,100 words

Summery; Alone in a deserted Spanish mountain village, I can't resist my best friend's alluring mother.

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Barefoot in the 80's part 4; Barefoot in the 80's part 4; I become a voyeur

Part 5;

I was surprised to see Dan's mom's landrover at their house. It was mid-winter and there was hardly anyone around.

I went to the door and called out.

"Adam!" Dan's mom said, coming out from the back.

"Hey Margaret, I thought you'd all moved back to Australia, what are you doing here? Is Dan with you?"

She grabbed me and gave me a hug and a kiss [on the cheek].

"I still have business in Barcelona, olive oil is all the rage right now. I'm up here to clear out the house. The place is a wreck though, the damp has gotten into everything."

"Can I give you a hand?" I asked. "This has got to be too much work for one person."

She looked at me with huge affection.

"God, you're just so nice!" she said, "You always were. I'm so sorry about what happened with Deena."

"You heard about that already?"

"Scandal travels fast. We're all so 'free love' and so on, but in reality when someone goes with a partner outside their own age or race everyone gets outraged. Deena was always looking for greener pastures you know; it's why she left Dan. She wanted him to study something with big earning potential, but Dan is more interested in a happy life than a wealthy one. He's at cooking school."

"How is he?"

"He's doing great, but she really broke his heart. And Malu?"

"Found a new guy in Barcelona." I said.

She grabbed my hands and looked at me sadly. "Oh Adam, that's terrible!" she said. "I thought you two were made for each other."

Margaret was thin and fairly tall, with a tired face and a great ass. She was an independent woman like my mother, and they'd been close friends for a while. She drove herself all over Europe and Morocco in her jeep, and had once been a race car driver. I liked Margaret.

I helped her sort through the household things; most of it she left for me to distribute or keep [I didn't have much space]. Personal stuff would be dried in the sun and then packed to ship to Australia.

It got dark and started to rain pretty hard. We huddled in the kitchen and had coke [the fizzy drink kind] and sandwiches.

"I guess I'd better get going." I said. "I can come again tomorrow afternoon if you want."

"It's raining pretty hard. You could stay here tonight." She said. I looked at her in the lamp light. She was standing close to me. Her eyes looked at me with a sad longing. Was she really asking me this?

"No one will ever know." She whispered, taking my hand.

"Shit, Margaret!" I exclaimed without retreating or pulling my hand away. "Are you serious?"

"I'm alone, you're alone." She said, "You've had relations with older women before. What's the big deal?"

She let my hand go and took a step back, giving me the opportunity to leave gracefully if I wanted to.

"Well, you're my best friend's mother. And you know Dan and I..."

"What?" she asked sharply.

"We shared Deena." I said, deciding to leave out the light sexual contact that had gone on between her son and I. "You know that."

"Yes, of course, everyone knows." She said, relieved. "Do you want to stay or not?"

Outside the icy rain pounded mercilessly. Up the hill my cold lonely hovel and my empty bed waited for me.

As I hesitated, Margaret let her dark curly hair down and shook it out. In the dim light the grey hairs I knew were there weren't visible. She looked at me and began to unbutton her light cotton shirt.

"Think about it while I have a shower." She suggested as she took her clothes off.

As I said before, people took their clothes off all the time in our little society. It was semi-normal, so I could choose to shrug off her stripping for her shower in my presence. Or not.

I was really conflicted; sex with Dan's mother? Could that really be ok? Would it be good? Sex was always good.

Their house had a similar shower setup to my hovel, but more up-market. Like mine, the shower was a semi-open masonry cubical in one corner of the kitchen. But this one was a bit bigger, and tiled in white ceramic. It featured a huge cauldron that sat on a fire pit in the barrier between the shower and kitchen. This was the hot water for both areas, and a small fire had been burning under it for several hours already.

Margaret was very thin, almost boney. Her breasts were each barely a handful, with very large nipples. Her flat belly featured a semicircular cesarean scar; she had great long legs. Her skin was blemished, damaged from a life on the beach and in the sun. She wasn't a hugely attractive woman, but she wasn't repulsive either. I'd slept with less attractive women, and enjoyed the experience.

The offer was a night of sex and comfort; she was leaving in a week. I would probably never see her, or Dan again. I wanted a girlfriend, but there were no girls around at the time. Just this mature woman I knew so well, who was offering a night of mutual pleasure. I could make her happy, and I'd feel good about that.

Naked, she stepped into the shower stall and poured hot water over her long thin body. She glanced at me and smiled briefly as she rubbed herself with soap.

I watched her, stretching the boundary between our 'naked is natural' culture and the reality of voyeurism. There was an unspoken time limit though; I had to choose, and I was about to leave when she spoke again.

"Why are you so in love with this godforsaken village?" she asked, lifting one foot up onto a stool that was in there. The curves of her calf and thigh were pleasant to look at. "Especially this time of year, it's like a ghost town."

"I just feel good here." I said. "It's my home... you know, I ran past a police roadblock once, and they came up here looking for me; they asked the old Marias, who rode the white Bultaco motorbike? They both told them they had no idea, never saw such a thing around here, maybe they meant old Jose and his moped."

"You're not still riding that thing are you?"

"Nah, now that I have a job I got a legal bike. The Bultaco is in a shed down at Trevor's place." I said as she carefully shaved her leg.

Hippie women didn't usually do that. It was sexy and intimate to watch the womanly ritual. I knew I should leave, but I didn't.

"How is old Trev these days?" Margaret asked, "I have to stop in for a visit."

"He's fine." I said, "He took Deena to the Canary islands for the winter."

"It's a strange thing for a man his age to dump his wife and kids for a girl as young as Deena." She said, as she turned her raised knee away so her groin was open to my line of sight. She ran the razor up her thigh all the way to the base of her belly.

"Do you always shave your..."

She glanced up at me and smiled. "Not always." She said, "I'm just feeling very naughty tonight. I'm enjoying having you here, it's fun to have you watch me like this."

I nodded; I was enjoying it too.

"There's plenty of hot water left." She said as she stepped out of the cubical and took a towel from a hook on the wall. "Have a shower before you go."

I hadn't said I was going. But then, I hadn't said I was staying either.

I took off my clothes as Margaret blatantly looked me up and down. "Well I can see why you're so popular." She said with a laugh as I stepped into the shower with half a hardon hanging between my strong young legs.

She stood in the gap between the shower and kitchen so she could watch me as I cleaned myself.

"Can I scrub your back for you?" she asked hopefully.

I hesitated; that would be touching. Another line crossed.

"Yes." I said impulsively. I needed to be touched; by a mother, by a lover, whatever.

The thin naked woman stepped into the shower stall with me, and started to rub soap on my back. She rubbed my shoulders too, and my upper arms.

Her hands on my back were friendly and loving. "That feels good." I said.

It was more than good, it was comforting, her feminine touch soothed the pain I was carrying all the time.

Taking my comment as a cue, her hands slid down my back and over my ass, then one slid into the crack and under to my balls. She reached around with her other hand and grabbed my penis in a hot soapy grip. I grunted at the intensity of the feeling; I hadn't had sex in months. My cock bulged with desire, not affected by the doubts my brain was burdened with. Her soap lubricated hand sliding up and down it was insanely good, there was no way I was going to sleep alone after that.

"Hand job?" she asked kindly.

"I think I'd rather save it for later." I said.

She let go of me and rinsed off her hands before stepping out again.

"Wise choice." She said.

Her hands had released me, but her eyes never let me go. She watched as I rinsed off, my hard cock standing out in front of me, bouncing and waving at her in defiance of my order to stand down. We were going to do it, nothing further had to be said.

She stood watching me, still utterly naked, Arms folded across her thin chest as I toweled myself off. It seemed unfair that my arousal was so obvious but hers was hidden.

The hard rain running off the roof was like a cloak of invisibility, hiding our tryst from the real world. The old house was a capsule in a parallel dimension, where whatever we did would have no effect on the world we normally lived in. My friend's mother wrapped her long thin fingers around my stiff hot penis again, and pulled me around the corner to her waiting bed.

I stretched out on my back, and she draped herself on top of me. My hands held her ribs as she lowered her lips to my waiting mouth, my cock pulsing between our bellies.

It was nice; her hands on my face, her tongue in my mouth, her body light yet strong. We knew each other so well, yet not at all. It was wildly exciting, our coupling was pushing well past the envelope of decency. She was like my second mother, not mom but close. Even in our promiscuous, tolerant little society, Margaret and I were well over the line.

I rolled her over onto her back and kissed her neck, then sucked each big nipple. I kissed her flat belly and dropped my face between her long smooth legs, to taste the groin she'd prepared for me so carefully.

Her hairless groin was wildly erotic; even 16 year old Malu had been hairy, I'd never experienced a bald crotch before. The creases at the borders of her thighs, the protrusions of the tendons, the small island of smooth sensitive skin around her vagina were wonderful. I ran the tip of my tongue around the perimeter, enjoying the newness of the experience, the smell, the sensitivity of her.

Margaret sighed and hummed in pleasure, her fingers raking my thick hair. I slid my tongue up her waiting slot, leaving the clitoris for last.

She was wet, sweet and tasty. She tensed with pleasure as my tongue slid up and down the smooth crevice, her hands held my head and her legs wrapped around my shoulders. I licked her as she groaned in erotic delight, her pelvis lifting and twisting, her fingers grasping, her breath gasping, and within a couple of minutes Margaret was coming.

Dan's mother groaned and cried in orgasm, holding my head in her hands as I licked her lovely hairless cunt, her legs tensing against my shoulders. It was beautiful, it was wonderful. It was joy and pleasure, there was no shame in it.

She'd known me since I was 8 or 10 years old; she'd fed me, she'd minded me.

She wanted my cock in her after that, wanted it with some urgency. The feeling was mutual, and I crawled up to put it in.

I slid my big teenage cock into her tight wet middle-aged body, regrets and hesitation forgotten as she held me tight, her cry of primal joy more powerful than our worries about right and wrong.

She grunted and squeezed as I fucked her in the darkness of the rainy night, kissed my mouth, bucked her hips, and reveled in her own climax with no apparent doubt, letting her orgasm cry out against the pounding of the rain on the roof.

My big rod worked her, sliding in and out, lifted against her clit each time I hit bottom. My hands held her kinky hair, and I had no regrets either. I would later, but as I fucked Dan's mom on that cold lonely night, there was no world beyond us.

No one would be hurt, because no one would know. It was our dark secret, this sharing of pleasure, comfort, and fluids.

I came inside her, letting all my pent up sexual energy out in one long glorious pulsing orgasm.

Her fingers stroked up and down my sweaty back.

"Oh Adam, that was just wonderful." She told me kindly. "It was exactly what I needed."

"Sorry it was a bit quick." I huffed, "It's been a long time for me."

"Oh, don't worry." She said kindly, "It was quite alright."

We lay together in silence for a few minutes, lightly touching, kissing.

"Want to go again?" she asked, getting up on one elbow.

"I used to stay hard after orgasm until a year or two ago." I told her apologetically.

"I can probably get things working again." She said carefully, "But you have to go first."

"What do you mean?"

"Lick me again." She told me, leaning back and spreading her long thin legs.

"But...."

"Yes, I know." She said excitedly, "I'm full of your spunk. It's leaking out in fact; and now I want you to eat it."

"Shit Margaret, that's a bit weird."

I didn't tell her why it was so weird; that her son had eaten my semen from our girlfriend's vagina a couple of years earlier.

"EAT, boy." She laughed, pushing my face down. "It's lovely, trust me. Go on, you know I won't be telling anyone."

It didn't smell good; not at all. I felt slightly nauseous in fact, but I felt compelled to obey her.

Once I actually got started, it was ok; Margaret responded with excitement as my tongue slid up and down her slimy slot, she grabbed my head in her hands and pulled my face tight to her smooth groin, lifting her pelvis and groaning in primal joy.

I sucked and swallowed the mixture of our sexual juices, simultaneously disgusted and thrilled. It didn't taste bad at all; it was just sex, kinky far out mommy sex, weird humiliating self ingestion, and as I got used to it, it was pretty good.

Her hairless vagina was slick and wet now, my face was coated with it, and I stuck my tongue into her and dug my fingers into her tight ass cheeks, her feet pounding my back with excitement. I lifted her, consumed her, ate her out as she came in my mouth.

"Oh god, Adam!" she cooed, "This is just getting better and better!"

She rolled around and took my cock in her mouth, and I was hard again, not just in my cock. My whole body was hard, strong, filled with energy and excitement. Sex with Dan's old mom was fantastic!

I slid my stiff rod up her wet middle and made hard tense love with her, she dried my face with the sheet and we kissed and rolled around, cherishing her skinny body in my strong arms, loving her for all the wrong reasons.

I fucked and fucked her; we flipped over and she rode me, I put her on her front and did her from behind, we went back to missionary.

Margaret came many times that night, until I finally came a second time.

I slipped out of her house before dawn, when no one would see. On the following nights, I walked down in the darkness and slipped in through the back door. We made long desperate passionate love, sharing our precious secret forbidden orgasms.

Even in our hippie paradise, we couldn't let anyone know about this. Even free love has limits! If Dan found out, he would be devastated. Neither of us wanted to hurt anyone. But we couldn't stop fucking either, our nasty secret sex was too good to give up.

She made me shave my groin too; I was hesitant, because I wouldn't want anyone to see that. But it was worth it, the sensitive skin of my groin rubbing hairless on hers added a new facet to our sex.

It was odd how our passion flared; we had no future together, we were as incompatible as could be, but that week with Margaret was intense. I was with her every night, talking, kissing, hugging, and fucking. She'd had a bad breakup too, and we helped each other; we listened, we sympathized, we whispered encouraging compliments into each other's ears as her lean old body held me tightly, my hard cock glorious and powerful inside her.

She liked to ride me in a sitting position, her legs tucked behind my back, arms around my neck, her torso tight against mine. I held her, stroked her, kissed her as she heaved up and down in the secret darkness of the cold mountain nights.

"You know this can never happen again." She said as she packed.

"I know." I said.

"You have a rare gift Adam; you're a great and passionate lover."

And then she was packed into her old jeep and gone. Just another passing woman, a brief affair with no future in it.

I knew there would be other women, there always was. But I longed for a partner, a companion to share my life with.

Alone in my damp cold room, I waited for spring.

Barefoot in the 80's part 6; Malu returns to me

This story is fiction. Any similarity to persons living or dead; well, never mind that part.

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