Chapter 4408 - HOT MOMS HOLIDAY

"Good Lord, Mother. You've booked us into a- a sex resort!" Lindsey Carroll exclaimed, aghast at the revelers on the beach behind their villa.

"Oh Lin, you're always so dramatic. Didn't I say I was treating us all to an adventure holiday?" Elaine sipped at her Mai-Tai and smiled pleasantly at her daughter. "Aphrodesia surely qualifies."

"There are people fucking out there on the beach!"

There sure were, much to the secret delight of Lindsey's twenty-year-old son, Matt.

He'd gotten used to the tension between the two women since he and his mother had moved in with his grandmother nearly a year ago. It was, after all, a damn sight better than living with the screaming and tears of his parents' daily arguments. But given the provocation, this mother-daughter argument threatened to spiral out of control pretty quickly.

Grandma had pulled a fast one on Mom, and all three of them knew it. Worse, Matt himself was complicit.

When his grandmother had proposed this trip, he'd done some reconnoitering on the web. What he'd learned about Aphrodesia had shocked him--in the best way. And now that they'd arrived, the place delivered on the promise.

The small villa he would share with his mother and grandmother for the next ten days was luxurious, featuring a breathtaking view of the blue Aegean and a ground-level terrace facing the beach. Out there on that broad strip of white sand guests sunned themselves, strolled in couples or groups, or swam in the warm waters.

Or fucked. Scattered among the late afternoon beach crowd were perhaps two dozen guests who were naked and screwing their brains out.

Matt assumed that most were guests, anyway. Several of the lean, dark, muscular young men engaged in threesomes looked like locals. He wondered if they were resort staff. If so, Aphrodesia really doubled down on the "all-inclusive" part of their advertising.

"I swear, Mother, I would have thought that even you would have more sense of decency than to pull a trick like this!"

The smart thing for Matt to do would be to go back to the bedroom he'd picked as his own and busy himself with unpacking until the confrontation blew over. He couldn't. He had too much of Grandma's perverse sense of humor to resist.

"Think the name of the place might have been a clue, Mom?"

Matt's mother blushed dark crimson, but he noticed that she couldn't tear herself away from the sight of so many people getting it on in public. Her attention was particularly focused on a couple about fifty feet from them, a busty brunette woman sitting on the lap of a much younger man. The woman looked to be in her mid-thirties, about Lindsey's age. She was locked in a deep kiss with her partner, her arms around his neck and her hips moving in sensuous little circles as she rose and fell on his cock. Neither displayed the slightest hesitation or shyness about what their public display. Nor, for that matter, did any of the other fucking couples.

Lindsey glowered at her son. "We're in Greece. I-I thought was a classical reference."

"I'm sure you did," Elaine said dryly. She went to perch on the edge of the canopied cypress daybed that stood in the center of the villa's terrace. And you still believe your father and I found you under a cabbage leaf. Goodness, it's not like I was being /em> furtive. I sent both of you the resort's website address when I suggested the place. You can't be bothered to click on a few links?"

"Mom kinda relied on me to look after the details for both of us," Matt offered quickly, looking imploringly at Lindsey, "You know I've been trying to help out with a lot of the day-to-day since you and Dad split."

"Yes, you have," Lindsey agreed, but with an edge to her voice that made him nervous. "And--"

"Matt's such a good son, isn't he?" Elaine jumped in helpfully. "You have been terribly, shall we say, scattered these last few months. And that, my dear, is the entire point of this little vacay. Honestly, honey, Bob Carroll was not worth the tears. So get back up on that horse and move on with your life."

"Like you did after Dad died?" Lindsey glared at her mother. "With that-that pervert, Ross Harrington? No. No, thank you. I'm not you."

"That much is certain. But it would do you a world of good to try being someone other than Molly Morose. At least for a few days. And, for your information, Ross was a good man. Yes, he was...unconventional. But he damn near saved my sanity after your father passed. He brought me back to life."

"He certainly introduced you to a new lifestyle."

Matt sighed and backed off. Better to keep his head down and let this play out. He returned his attention to the beach. Watching strangers getting it on was loads more fun than refereeing the women in his life, anyway. Way safer, too.

The bitter truth was that he didn't miss his father at all. Dad had been a bully and a cheater. Matt would much rather have Mom to himself. Both of them living with Grandma was icing on the cake.

Because Lindsey and Elaine were both smoking hot babes and, perverse as it might be, being around both of them every day was a horny fantasy come true for Matt.

Both women were youthful, slim, and leggy, with high, firm asses and big tits. And since he'd skipped a semester of school to come home and lend Mom emotional support through the dissolution of her marriage, lucky Matt got to spend every day in close contact with the two sexiest women he knew.

Okay, so his incestuous attractions were more than a little peculiar. Many would say "sick." But the way he saw it, he was a healthy young guy whose libido was in overdrive at this point in his life, and he'd have to be gay or dead not to lust after the parade of lush sexual allure that his female family members presented.

The women in the family had each married early and weathered maturity well. Blond-haired, emerald-eyed Lindsey was barely old enough to have an adult son. She didn't look her age. And a stranger would never guess that Elaine was well into her fifties. Aside from the few silver streaks threaded through her long, auburn hair, she could be mistaken for forty.

Elaine did all that she could to hold back the clock with aggressive devotion to exercise and her diet....and, Matt suspected, more visits to her surgeon than she ever admitted.

He'd caught more than a couple of glimpses of his mother naked and could vouch that every inch of her body was as firm and youthful as her lovely face. He hadn't managed that trick with his grandmother yet, but he'd have loved to examine her physique in close-up detail and at length.

Strangely enough, he found Grandma even more appealing than his mother in some ways. She was sophisticated, outgoing, radiating vitality and sensuality. When her wealthy second husband had crashed his ultralight into a cell tower he'd left her financially set for life. Since then she'd devoted much of her time to adventures and excursions with friends. Hiking Patagonia. Skiing in Switzerland. Shark-diving off the coast of Australia, of all the damn things.

But when Lindsey's marriage had fallen apart Elaine's maternal instincts had come to the fore and she'd hopped a plane from somewhere in Cambodia, rushing home to be at her only daughter's side.

Elaine's thrill-seeking nature was the reason that when she'd proposed an island getaway for the three of them as a way of shaking Lindsey out of her post-marital depression, Matt had expected that they'd wind up pearl diving in the South Pacific, or something. A quick perusal of the online promotional materials she'd sent him for Aphrodesia Isle Adult Retreat had startled him. This place was way beyond being a simple clothing-optional beach or even a swingers' club. Aphrodesia was an exclusive, remote, and very expensive haven for folks sharing anything-goes sexual appetites.

"As long as we're critiquing lifestyles, you could stand to broaden your horizons." Elaine's voice took on a sharpness that broke Matt's reverie. "A year is more than enough time to mourn the wreckage of that marriage. If you ask me, the only thing good to come out of it was Matthew."

"No one asked you," Lindsey said bitterly. "You're so sex-obsessed these days that it shouldn't surprise me that your idea of my moving on would be fucking anonymous strangers on a beach. Okay, got that. What I can't forgive is your involving Matt."

"He's a man now, something that you really ought to have noticed. " Elaine winked at Matt in a way that he'd have called flirtatious if she were any other woman than his grandmother. "You only have to be eighteen to visit this place, and he's, what, twenty-two?"

"Twenty-one," Matt interjected. "Almost twenty-one, I mean."

"Jesus, you have one grandchild and you can't remember his age. You're unbelievable!" Lindsey turned away, her eyes wandering back to where the couple had been fucking nearby. They were gone. Matt wondered if they'd overheard Mom's shouting. "Anyway, his age isn't the problem. It's creepy for him to be here watching you on the prowl and trying to drag me into your games."

Elaine drained her glass and stood up. "Very well. If you want to sit in the room and mope for the duration, suit yourself. I, however, am going to make hay while the sun shines. And, hopefully, well after it sets. But I need a shower first. I've been sweating in this outfit ever since Heraklion."

She strolled into the other suite, hips swaying like a pendulum. Matt couldn't help following her with his eyes. His mother cleared her throat loudly.

"Uh...I think she's going for the Cool Grandma trophy." It was a lame joke, but he couldn't help himself. He was that desperate to defuse the situation.

"Don't you even!" Lindsey snapped. "And don't pretend you didn't know all about this place. You went along with it. You let her spring this on me. What the hell were you thinking? Oh, never mind. I can guess. Kid in a candy store."

Matt stared at the tiles of the terrace deck. Seeing his embarrassment, his mother softened her tone. "Matt, honey, you're all I have. And I know you're a...an adult. I can't protect you or make you do what I tell you. But I need to be able to depend on you. For my own peace of mind."

"You can! Mom, I swear! Okay, okay, maybe I screwed up. But if this place really bothers you that much, I'll, uh, I can run interference for you."

"Interference?"

"If you want. If you really do want to avoid guys while we're here, stick with me." He managed a weak smile. "Because otherwise, you'll be fighting dudes off with a stick for the next couple of weeks."

His mother's green eyes were guarded. She blushed, not the way she had while watching beachgoers fuck, but enough to look damn cute. "Don't try to flatter your way out of this, Mister."

He'd succeeded, though. She gave him a shy smile and a peck on the cheek before walking back into the living room to grab her shoulder bag from the sofa. "Like anyone would believe you're with me. I'm so fricking old."

"You're totally not, and you know it." Matt followed after Lindsey. "And you might have noticed that there are a lot of young guys here who like..."

Matt stopped himself. The only word that came to his mind was "MILF," which wasn't likely to earn his way back into her good graces. He silently watched her sort through her back for her keys. "Where you going?"

"Out for a walk. Alone. I've got to get away from that woman before I commit matricide. Maybe I'll go up to the pool. Or check out one of the spas. Christ, there must be a bar somewhere here."

"There's one at the pool. And at least five others along this mile of the beach alone."

"I won't be going out to that beach," she said over her shoulder as she left.

What the hell had he been thinking in hiding the truth about Aphrodesia from her? To be honest, once he'd figured out what the resort was he'd been thinking with his dick. This Grandma-funded vacation might be his only chance to visit such a place. He hadn't gotten laid since he'd come home from college. So when his grandmother had texted him the online brochures he'd been less than forthcoming in his reports to his mother.

"It's sort of a couples resort," he'd said glibly. "Looks romantic. Whirlpools in a lot of the rooms, rose petals on the beds, honeymooner stuff. Did I mention it's in Greece?"

His mother had rolled her eyes. "I get it. Your grandmother hopes I'll meet some Hallmark Channel heartthrob while she hooks up with whoever she can bag for an hour at a time. I'd rather not. Still...a free trip to the Mediterranean? Hmm."

"Could be fun."

"Your Grandma is a menace. She lost her man-crazy mind when she lost her second husband. You shouldn't hear it about your grandmother, but she's a--oh, never mind."

Matt knew what she'd stopped herself from saying. Grandma was a slut.

The shower was running loudly in the other suite. Grandma had left the door to the bathroom open. She'd always been a touch scatterbrained, but this wasn't about that. Elaine Harrington was a complete exhibitionist. Nude beaches might as well have been invented for her. Matt had discovered all this shortly after he and his mother had moved in with her. She habitually wandered around her estate house in nothing but loosely-tied robes or polo shirts and bikini bottoms. Lindsey had fussed and fussed at her mother, apologizing to Matt on the assumption that he must be mortified by the spectacle of Grandma carelessly flashing her ass or tits.

Matt wasn't the least embarrassed. On the contrary, living with Elaine meant having a perpetual hard-on. He was pretty sure that she knew it, too, but oddly enough did nothing to discourage him or change her behavior. Turning guys on was in her nature and she wouldn't have changed that if she could.

Even if the guy in question was her grandson.

Matt changed into his trunks and sandals, preparing to go out to the beach himself. No matter what his mother thought of this place, he wasn't going to waste the opportunities that it offered. He found his sunscreen and sprayed some on his arms and chest.

"You're going to go off and leave your poor old Granny alone in this strange place? Shame on you."

Elaine was standing in the connecting doorway. She was barefoot, wearing nothing but a knee-length beach kaftan, her damp hair turbaned in a towel. Matt's breath caught in his throat at the way the thin garment clung damply to her curves, outlining her hips and tits. The shadows of her big, upturned nipples were clearly visible through the sheer linen.

"I'm, uh, gonna catch some rays," he said. "Start on my tan. Don't wanna go back to Minnesota looking like I'm from Minnesota, right?"

"Of course," Elaine winked at Matt as she sauntered over to him. His cock stirred at the unexpectedly sultry note in her voice. He hastily sat down on the edge of the bed, doing his best to conceal the rising bulge in his trunks. "I don't suppose you might be looking to meet a not-so-nice girl or two along the way?"

Matt grinned. "Hey, didn't you say you were going to look for some company, yourself?

"You're company. Let me do you, dear."

"Huh?"

"Your back, Matt." She climbed onto the bed and sat on her heels behind him. Taking the aerosol can from him, she sprayed sunscreen across his upper back. He shivered all over, and couldn't tell whether it was from the sudden coolness of the spray or because of the fresh scent of her lilac soap and perfume. "So, you're just going to lie out there and bake?"

"And swim."

"And score some pussy?"

"Sure, but--wait a minute! What?"

"I'm not your mother, dear. She wouldn't say 'cock' if she had a mouthful. But you and I can be frank with each other." She sat on the bed next to him and ruffled his chestnut hair. "This entire island is a non-stop orgy, isn't it? Nothing's off-limits between consenting adults. Nothing. So, my dear daughter may be oblivious, but we both know why we're here. Am I right?"

What was Matt supposed to say? His heart pounded. As much as he fantasized about the women of his family, this was way too weird a conversation to be having with his grandmother.

"Yeah, it's like you said. I figured I could go out and meet a girl, maybe?"

Elaine chuckled. "I figure you could." Her supple fingers massaged lotion into the muscles of his neck and shoulders. "You are quite a hunk, young man--do people still say that? 'Hunk?' You're a stud. Lean and handsome and strong. Yes, you'll meet a lot of girls here."

She worked downward as she talked, rubbing sunscreen into his lower back. It felt good. Too good, and he found himself gritting his teeth and trying to will his steadily rising erection away before she noticed it. The effort was fruitless. As her hands slipped teasingly along the sides of his ribcage his cock was about to burst out of the top of his swimsuit.

"Ross and I spent so much time at Aphrodesia that we used to joke with the owners about investing in local real estate," Elaine said. "Start by buying one of the bungalows down the shore. Ross used to say..." She fell silent, her hands resting above Matt's hips. She shook her head brusquely as if to chase away a nightmare.

"No regrets. And that's your mother's problem, she's so tangled up in regret and filled with anxiety that it's eating her alive. She needs something to shock her back to life. Which is why I maneuvered her into this wicked little holiday. And I do appreciate your not blowing the whistle on me."

She kissed Matt behind one ear. His cock grew even harder. He sat with his hands folded awkwardly in his lap to cover himself.

"I-I worry about her, too," he confided. "I could kill Dad for what he did. Why would any guy not want to be with Mom? She's beautiful and warm, and--well, she's perfect."

"That's sweet. A son should be able to feel that way about his mother." Elaine rested her chin on his shoulder. Her soft breath tickled his ear. Fuck it all, the woman was a living wet dream and she knew it. How could she not know what she was doing to him?

If only she were any other woman...

"Maybe me coming along on the trip wasn't the best idea," he said, shaking off her touch and twisting to face her.

"Don't say that! My dear young man, I expect your participation to be crucial to reviving Lindsey's spirit."

"How? She's not exactly loving this whole idea. You don't think her son tagging along makes relaxing here harder for her?"

"It may, at first. But then, I didn't invite you only for your mother's sake." Elaine resumed slathering him with sunscreen. "I can't tell you how I've enjoyed having you around these last few months. I hope that whatever happens, you and I will stay close. Very, very close.

"There, now, I think you're well-protected. Would you like something to drink before you go?"

Matt followed her out to the kitchen. In the bright light that streamed in through the beachside window, her kaftan might as well have been a see-through nightie. The outline of her figure was slender and youthful, yet womanly in a lush, mature way. And when she bent to open the minibar, the rear hem slipped halfway up her butt.

"Let's see what we have here. Would you like a beer? There's Heineken and Kronenbourg and something called Zeos and--where are you going?"

"I'm good, Grandma. Thanks," Matt hurried toward the door. Another ten seconds of this and he'd go crazy. And if he and his grandmother started drinking together he was afraid he'd do or say something she'd never forgive him for.

"Wait!" She was faster, blocking his path.

"Grandma--"

"Indulge an old woman's vanity and call me Elaine? Just while we're on the island?"

"Why? I mean, sure, if you want. Feels weird, though. You're my--"

"Oh, I'm proud to be your grandmother. Trust me. I'm just...it's embarrassing to say it, but I'd rather keep my age to myself with any new friends we might meet. At least at first. Not that anyone would mistake me for a teenager."

"They might. You look great, Grand-uh, Elaine."

"I do try. For a woman of my age--"

"No, you just look great, period. Prettier than a lot of the chicks at school."

"Goodness, that sounds like flirting." She shot him a sideways look and a smile that was anything but maternal. "You wouldn't think a thing like that if you saw me undressed."

In one fluid movement, she grabbed the loose material of her dress and whipped it off over her head. She stood before him completely naked.

"Grandma!" Matt exclaimed in a strangled voice.

"Elaine, darling. Elaine." She wagged her finger playfully. Putting her hands on her hips she did a slow, deliberate full turn, rolling her hips like a stripper. "Terribly haggish, hmm?"

Matt's mouth was too dry for him to answer. He'd been wrong when he'd thought she might pass for forty. Thirty was more like it.

Elaine's slender legs were long and toned, her ass small and round, her stomach flat and her waist tiny. Other than the cascade of silver-streaked red curls falling halfway down her back she was completely hairless. Her skin was smooth and nearly unblemished, evenly tanned with a light dusting of freckles across her shoulders and breasts.

Jesus, her breasts! Those big, natural, and softly-curved orbs jiggled slightly as she pulled her shoulders back and thrust out her chest as if in offering. Her areolae were a slightly darker brown than the surrounding flesh, big and flat with prominent nipples. There was only a hint of the sort of droop a guy would expect to see on an older woman with such enormous knockers.

"So?" Her tongue flicked out of the corner of her mouth and she looked expectantly at him.

"You're-you're...Christ, what are we doing?"

"Oh, please." Elaine came over and took his hands in hers. "Like I said, I didn't bring you here just to support your mother. I've got a confession to make. When you first showed up on my doorstep last year with suitcase in hand, I barely recognized you. See, I remembered you as this skinny, awkward teenager that I'd kissed on the cheek and waved goodbye to at the airport when you'd gone away to school."

She touched Matt's shoulder, running her fingers down over his tautly-muscled chest. "And here you were, a goddamn Adonis. So big and strong and handsome. I creamed my pants, seeing you standing there."

"Y-you did?"

"You bet. And I said to myself, 'Lady, you have got to get yourself a piece of that.'

Elaine hugged Matt close, the soft warm globes of her tits flattening against his ribs. She tipped her face upward and kissed him almost shyly, her hands tracing the muscles down the sides of his abdomen. "But look here now, you've seen everything I've got. It's hardly fair to keep me in suspense."

In a flash, she yanked his shorts down to his knees. The hard-on that he'd so struggled to conceal sprang straight out at her.

"Sweet Jesus! " she exclaimed.

Lindsey wandered up a winding set of stairs toward the pool outside their guest villa, brooding over her confrontation with her mother. It had been the latest of many such arguments. Most arose from the same provocation, and that was her mother's devil-may-care encouragement of promiscuity.

Elaine insisted that what Lindsey needed to heal from the pain of being dumped by a cheating husband was a good fuck. That was what she boiled everything in life down to: get a cock in you or a mouth on your pussy and you'll be fine. Lindsey was infuriated by her mother's continual efforts to make that happen. The woman was habitually intrusive and inappropriate, and now she'd become downright deceitful.

What most infuriated Lindsey was her nagging suspicion that Elaine was right.

Because the need for a good hard fuck was driving Lindsey clean out of her mind.

She didn't think that she craved what Aphrodesia offered, which as far as she could tell were casual holiday flings and hook-ups. That was all well and good, for Elaine. Sex for its own sake seemed to have become everything to her.

As far back as Lindsey could remember, her mother had been a touch eccentric. Daft, in a harmless, sometimes charming but more often irritating, way. But when Lindsey's father was alive, her parents had been a quiet, conventional couple. Lindsey recalled them as having been happy. Lindsey had been an adult and married when her father had passed.

Elaine's second marriage had changed her.

Ross Harrington was a client of Lindsey's father's accounting firm. He was a wealthy sybarite, an entertainment attorney who frequently hosted lavish parties at his several homes and various exotic destinations. He and Elaine seemed so badly mismatched in temperament and values that Lindsey had believed her mother would end the affair once the excitement and novelty wore off.

Until the wedding invitation arrived. Shocked and wounded by the brevity of her mother's mourning, Lindsey had nevertheless dutifully attended the extravagant ceremony.

She was utterly unprepared for what awaited her at the reception aboard Harrington's yacht.

It was an orgy--a stem-to-stern fuckfest with enthusiastic bride Elaine as the guest of honor. After less than fifteen minutes Lindsey had bolted, fleeing down the gangplank before the boat left the dock.

She'd returned home and never confided any details of the trip to her husband Bob. She refused to even talk to her mother on the phone for months. And she'd kept her distance afterward, until well after Ross's sudden death a decade later.

Yet when Bob Carroll had abandoned his wife and grown son, Elaine had been there for them. She might be cock-crazed nymphomaniac, but she was still a loving mother and grandmother.

Until this stunt.

Aphrodesia.

The resort proper was comprised of groups of six or eight guest villas, picaresque dwellings with whitewashed walls and blue tile roofs that were arranged around open plazas. Each plaza featured a large outdoor pool. Most of the buildings featured terraces facing either the Mediterranean or the island's picaresque central mountains.

The scene at the nearest pool was the same as at the beach. A few vacationers were reading or napping or chatting, but most were openly fucking. A dozen couples humped away on the couches and loungers, naked women on their backs or riding their partners. At least five attractive women knelt on cushions, sucking cocks or licking pussies.

They were all so shameless! Lindsey stood rooted to her spot by the gate, absorbing the sight and sounds of the pleasure-seekers. There was a noticeable age gap between many of them. A few couples looked to be of similar ages, but there were quite a few older men fucking women young enough to be their adult daughters. Most of the women also paired up with younger guys.

What would it be like, Lindsey wondered, to be with a young lover after all of these years? The thought flashed through her mind of how easy it would be to join them, to strip out of her shorts and tee shirt and score some young cock.

But no. She would not become her mother.

Dismayed, she turned away, picked a direction at random, and trudged onward in the midday heat.

What she'd witnessed tormented her. All of those exuberant, wanton women filling their cunts and asses and mouths with what seemed an endless choice of pricks excited her beyond belief. Her lust levels were already in the stratosphere these days after so many months without sexual relief. Most nights she masturbated until she fell into an exhausted sleep, something she hadn't done since she'd gotten married. Bob Carroll's one virtue as a husband had been that he had a big dick and he loved sticking it in her. That had never changed, right up until the end.

The bastard had been pounding her doggie fashion when he'd told her he was leaving. Goddamn him to Hell!

She'd unconsciously walked toward the beach. She headed down the boardwalk in the opposite direction from the crowds and soon found herself on an empty stretch fronted by a long gated wall. Outside the wall was a row of massage huts, bamboo structures with thatched roofs and wooden floors, furnished with high padded tables and mats piled with pillows and blankets. Low, soothing flute music drifted from speakers attached to the frames. Only one attendant was on duty, a good-looking young man in a white uniform polo, shorts, and sandals who couldn't have been much more than twenty years old. He looked up from his magazine and smiled disarmingly at her.

She abruptly recognized him as the guy she'd watched fucking the older brunette a few dozen yards from her room less than an hour earlier.

"May I help you?" he asked, his voice resonant and relaxed. He spoke with a faint English accent.

His eyes were pale gray but his tan was as dark as any of the local resort workers. His slim physique was deeply etched with lean corded muscle.

Just looking at him made her nipples tighten.

"I'm sorry...I may be a little lost." She looked around. The beach here was nearly deserted. How far had she walked from their villa? "Where exactly am I?"

He shrugged a shoulder at the wall behind him. "Main spa. Very, very private. Guests retreat in there, sometimes, when they've wrung themselves out. Our Eden can be a little manic sometimes, wouldn't you say?" His smile was easy and reassuring. "I'm Scott."

"Lindsey." She stuck her hand out awkwardly. "Lindsey Carroll. We only just arrived."

"Enjoying yourself, so far?"

"So far, it's a little...overwhelming. Actually, I'm scared to death." She couldn't say what about Scott made her want to confide in him. He was a total stranger. A total stranger, she reminded herself, whom she'd already seen buck naked and thrusting his cock into another woman.

"A massage can be very calming," he suggested.

"Oh, I don't think so. I--" she hesitated. Scott was such an appealing young fellow. And she'd noticed earlier that he had a remarkably big cock.

She wouldn't fuck him. Of course she wouldn't! Still, the notion of his strong hands on her, working up and down her body, over her back and legs, and--well, at least it would give her new fuel for her fantasies when she was lying alone in bed that night playing with her clit. Wouldn't it?

"Why not?"

Scott turned his back to her while she undressed, busying himself mixing lotion from a warmer into a dispenser with a few drops of other oils. She picked up the towel that was folded neatly across the massage table, lay down on her stomach on the table, and draped it over her back and buttocks.

When he gathered up her long blonde hair and flipped it off of her shoulder to one side, his fingers grazed the nape of her neck. A little electric spark of excitement raced through her.

She pushed second thoughts from her mind. She needed at least this much attention. No man other than Matt had touched her in long ages--and he didn't count, she reminded herself. She wasn't trying to pick this young man up. This was his job. So where was the harm?

She wasn't naïve. Given the nature of the resort, she didn't doubt that Scott wound up fucking quite a few of his clients. She just wasn't going to be one.

He drizzled warm lotion across her shoulders and down to the hollow of her back. She inhaled deeply.

"What is that?"

"Olive and almond oil. The scent is cedar wood and jasmine." Scott ran his open hands lightly over her back, spreading the mixture, then pressed his fingers more firmly into the muscles around her shoulder blades and began kneading.

"It's heavenly. Tell me, how long have you been doing this?"

"Here? A few years. We came down for a winter holiday and, well, just never left."

Was it safe to assume that "we" referred to the brunette that Scott had been with on the beach? Maybe not. With Scott's looks and laid-back charm, he probably had his choice of new partners every day.

Not that Lindsey cared. She willfully banished all questions and worries from her mind, closed her eyes, and gave herself over to the sensuality of his masterful hands roaming over her.

He moved down and poured lotion up and down the backs of her legs. He massaged each of her feet in turn before working his way up her outer calves and thighs. She caught herself reflexively wriggling her hips and arching her pelvis upward. She couldn't help it. It probably happened all the time with Scott's clients. And this was a private session. He was like a-a therapist. Yes, that was it, exactly. A therapist.

But there was nothing clinical in Scott's skillful touch.

He moved his hands to her inner thighs, sliding up and down along her oil-slick flesh. When he stroked upward, his thumbs grazed her mound just a fraction of an inch from her pussy lips. She growled softly, deep in her throat, and jammed a knuckle into her mouth to stifle the sound.

Scott pressed his hands gently against her inner thighs. She opened herself to him without thought or hesitation.

Lotion dribbled into the hollows of her thighs. He smoothed it deftly into her skin. "Go on," she murmured under her breath.

"I'm sorry?"

"Nothing," she said quickly. Damn it, if he didn't touch her pussy she'd scream out loud! He must be able to tell how wet her cunt was. She could sure as hell feel it, just as she felt her clitty stiffening and swelling. She needed his fingers there. There, and inside of her. What was he waiting for?

You don't want that, her inner voice objected, but it was rapidly fading into nothing.

"Would you turn over, please?"

Lindsey rolled onto her back, gritting her teeth in an effort not to cry out in frustration. Scott came around to the head of the table and tucked a small pillow under her head. He pushed it under her neck and shoulders, tipping her head back so that she was looking at the world upside down.

Or rather, she was looking at Scott's crotch. A few inches from her face, a sizable bulge stretched the front of his shorts.

Could all of that be him? She closed her eyes, but her imagination only magnified the image of the long, curved outline of his prick beneath the twill of his shorts.

She couldn't help herself. Unable to restrain her curiosity, she unsnapped and unzipped his fly. He paid no immediate attention to it. This probably happened to him every day.

Her fingers closed around his cock and she pulled it free.

Her earlier look at him in action out on the beach didn't prepare her for the close-up reality. Scott's cock was nearly as big around as her wrist and growing still longer and harder in her hand. She gazed cross-eyed at the dark, bulbous glans, breath quickening.

Scott grinned down at her. "This is what you want." It was less a question than a statement of the obvious.

With a brisk nod, Lindsey craned her neck further back and extended her tongue, curling it around Scott's shaft just behind the head. She was doing it! After so much time, far too much time, a cock for her. Her technique was uncertain at first. It had been so long since she'd last sucked a man off. But when Scott pushed his hips forward to ease a few more inches into her mouth she discovered that, with her head hanging at this angle, she could take him easily.

Scott pulled out of Lindsey's mouth long enough to undress. He climbed up onto the table, kneeling above her with his knees on either side of her head. Propping himself on his elbows, he spread her thighs wide with his broad hands. His cock dangled above her nose, and she took it between her lips again.

She held her breath as he lowered his face toward the juncture of her legs. As long as it had been since she'd given head, it was a hell of a lot longer since anyone had gone down on her. His moist tongue trailed up the inside of her right thigh, onto her mound and then upward, barely missing her straining clit. He kissed her belly and then moved on down her other thigh.

Oh God, just do it! she prayed. Kiss my pussy. Lick my clitty! She sucked his cock fiercely, dragging the head into the top of her throat, wanting to drive him wild, urging him on. He kept licking and teasing the sensitive skin around her cunt lips but avoiding the target.

She'd known Scott for less than fifteen minutes and already was doing things she'd vowed she wouldn't--all but one. She would not fuck a man she'd just met, no matter how handsome and considerate and well-hung he was.

But she would gladly suck his huge, beautiful cock. She pulled several more inches of him into her mouth, barely struggling despite his size. Sucking dick was like riding a bicycle, a skill disused but never forgotten. Lindsey was great at it because she loved doing it. Soon his shaft was sliding easily in and out of her hot throat, his big balls dangling tantalizingly close to her face on every inward stroke.

His tongue parted her pussy lips and darted into her slit.

"Eeee-aw!" she squealed. Warm cunt honey flooded the entrance to her pleasure hole. He sealed his lips around her pussy, hungrily lapping up her juices. Soon she was on the cusp of orgasm.

One thing about fucking a sex club masseur, he knew exactly what he was doing. Not that this was fucking, she corrected herself. No, no, no, that was the one thing she wouldn't do.

Scott pursed his lips and drew her swollen clit into his mouth, nibbling gently at it.

"Awwwnngh..." Lindsey came suddenly, twisting and convulsing in the most powerful orgasm she'd had in years.

Someone behind her coughed softly. She released Scott's cock and turned her head to see the brunette that Scott had been fucking earlier. The woman was dressed identically to Scott and was leaning against the wooden frame of the hut with her ankles casually crossed, arms folded across her large breasts, and a quizzical look on her face.

"Don't fret. I don't do jealousy." She spoke with the same accent as Scott's, quelling Lindsey's moment of panic with a wry smile and an airy flip of her hand. "I'm used to sharing. Got no choice, in any event. And I do enjoy watching a lovely sixty-nine." She took Lindsey's shaking hand in hers and kissed the palm. "I'm Moira Gibson. I manage the spa."

"L-Lindsey Carroll," Lindsey mumbled, releasing Scott's cock. "You're his boss?"

"Definitely," Scott said, raising himself on his arms. He frowned at Moira. "So, what's happening, then?"

"My two o'clock didn't show. What is it about Wednesdays? I spotted you two down here and thought I might offer an assist."

"Th-thank you?" Lindsey stuttered. "But, well...that is, I wouldn't want you to--"

"No bother. Now you just relax," Moira soothed. She laid her hands on Lindsey's shoulders, encouraging her to lie flat again. "Scoot back this way a bit," she instructed Scott. She poured some lotion into her hand and then rubbed it into his rigid cock and balls. "Oh, he's quite full, isn't he? Here, feel for yourself."

Lindsey reached up and gently squeezed Scott's bloated ball sack. His nuts were big and as heavy in her hand as a couple of small lemons, but much warmer, and silky smooth to her touch. His sack swelled even larger in response to her fondling and he let out a low groan.

Moira laid a palm on his buttocks and pressed downward without ceasing her slow jacking motion on his cock. He lowered his hips until his balls touched Lindsey's nose. She leaned back and kissed it with moist, parted lips, deeply inhaling his scent. She extended her pointed tongue and dragged it along the seam of his scrotum. He groaned more loudly. A clear drop of pre-cum rolled down his cock-knob, then another, coalescing until they dripped in a glistening strand onto her collarbone.

How she'd missed this--all of it! The taste and heat of a man. No endless nights of self-stimulation, no collection of toys or fantasies, however lurid, could replace a living, breathing, human lover in her bed.

Scott resumed sucking her pussy, stoking the fire inside her. He dipped his hips still lower. Lindsey opened her mouth as wide as she could, coaxing and guiding one of his balls into it with the flat of her tongue. She nursed on the big orb and massaged it with her lips, then released it and moved her head slightly to capture the other.

"You are rather good at this, aren't you?" Moira whispered. "And you've been missing it. I can sense such things. Just as I can sense when I'm being watched. You and your son? And sister, I assume, back at your villa. Don't worry, I'm as much an exhibitionist as I am a voyeur. I appreciated the audience."

She rubbed the tip of Scott's cock across each of Lindsey's nipples, coating the stiff nubbins with pre-cum before tweaking them between her slender fingers. Women had a special way with each other, more sensitive and sure than men. Lindsey had discovered that when she and her best friend Katie had made it together in college, but she hadn't felt another woman's intimate touch in decades. Moira's confident tit-play sent another rush of excitement coursing through her.

"Turn around," Moira barked, slapping Scott on his ass. "Get up here on your back."

She instructed Lindsey to straddle him and lie down. Lindsey's coating of lotion caused her to slide against Scott, every nerve in her body tingling as his sun-warmed flesh slipped across hers. Her tongue dove into his mouth when they kissed, her big tits crushed against his hard, tight chest muscles.

His cock was trapped between their bodies at first, but as she wriggled deliciously atop him it escaped to bob up between her legs. The hard, thick shaft stroked her inner thigh. When the dripping dome of his glans brushed her slit she creamed so hard that she thought she might squirt.

"Let me give you a hand," Moira murmured. She dipped her head to take Scott's cock-knob into her mouth, sucking him with loud slurping noises. It hardly seemed necessary for her to lube him up so much at this point, but having witnessed the passion with which the couple had fucked earlier Lindsey could imagine that Moira found any opportunity for even a few stolen seconds of play with Scott's prick difficult to resist.

"Lift up and scoot back just a bit, if you would," Moira said. Lindsey obeyed without a second thought. Something hot and warm and wet grazed her dripping pussy lips.

Moira guided Scott's cock into Lindsey's pussy.

"Wait!" Lindsey exclaimed. "I don't want to fuck him!"

"Of course you do, Mrs. Carroll," Moira chuckled. "Whatever else would you do with such a lovely big cock?"

"I-I-I just thought--"

"Don't. Get out of your head and embrace the moment. I promise you won't regret it."

"Ah..ohhhhh...awww" Lindsey sighed as Scott's cockhead eased between her swollen sex lips, penetrating her pussy. Good God was he big! She surrendered to her pent-up need and pushed back against him until the head was inside her.

Gently, Scotty," Moira brushed wet strands of hair from Lindsey's forehead and kissed her cheek. "She's quite small down below, and you're a lot to take the first time in."

"Yes, Mother," Scott muttered wearily. "I know."

"Mother? " Lindsey stared down at Scott and then at Moira. How had she not seen the resemblance before? The same gray eyes, the same fine features... "My God," she whispered in stunned disbelief.

"Welcome to Aphrodesia, Mrs. Carroll," Moira said with a wicked smile. "We're truly a family resort."

Scott flexed his hips and pushed several inches of his cock into Lindsey's spasming pussy. She drove her hips back to take more of him, howling with pleasure.

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"Elaine, are you okay? Is something wrong?"

Matt's grandmother didn't answer right away. She knelt before him, naked and motionless, staring in disbelief at his erect cock. After what seemed a long while she lifted one hand to touch his shaft, causing it to sway back and forth about six inches from her face.

At last, she took a long, deep breath and said, "Everything is fine. Better than fine. Better than I dared hope." She sprang lightly to her feet and took his hand. "Let's go out to the terrace. Get all nice and comfy."

It was Matt's turn to hesitate. Elaine tugged at his arm, but he couldn't make himself take the first step. "Don't you want to do this?" she asked, her blue eyes large and luminous with concern.

"I do! Totally! But...but isn't this--"

"Wrong?" Elaine laughed musically and kissed his chin. "You remind me so much of your grandfather. You always have. He was a virgin when we met, and a rather shy young man."

"I'm not a virgin!" Matt blurted out. Though it was more or less true, his few sexual experiences had been hesitant and awkward. Nothing had prepared him for this.

"That's a relief," Elaine said, but with a note of disappointment in her voice. "Matt, I've done a great deal of maneuvering to us both here. To get you where I want you. I'm sure I've noticed you checking me out these last few months. I can't say I haven't encouraged it, either. So don't get all prudish on me and spoil it."

"What if Mom comes back?"

"She won't. I've known her a lot longer than you have. That little tantrum, earlier? She does that as an excuse for stalking off to get into something that she wants to hide from me. She's been that way since she was a teenager. I wonder if she even knows that's why she does it."

This was a side of Matt's mother that was new to him. The idea of Lindsey as a defiant youth was unexpected, but appealing. Elaine's implication that her daughter might be out prowling the resort for secret thrills was promising.

"Oh, my." Elaine curled her fingers around her grandson's prick. "And here I didn't think this prize could get any bigger. Was it something I said?"

She spun on her heel and fairly skipped across the room, her girlish ass swaying invitingly and her big tits jiggling with each step. For a woman in her fifties to move with such freedom and grace was remarkable. For her to have a body like Elaine's was a goddamn miracle.

That made up Matt's mind. Fucking his grandmother couldn't possibly be a sin. Hell, for a guy to waste a golden opportunity like this one would be ingratitude to a generous and beneficent universe.

He dashed after her.

He lay with his head and shoulders propped up on a pile of pillows on the terrace daybed. Elaine snuggled up beside him. Her breasts pressed against his side, a pair of huge, soft cushions much warmer and more exciting than the bed pillows. She had him lie with his legs wide apart, the slanting rays of the sun warming his body as a sea breeze tickled his cock and balls.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spied a couple walking down a path between the villas headed for the beach, a middle-aged man holding hands with a slim blonde who might have been twenty-five. She wore nothing but a black thong. They'd stopped to watch Matt and his grandmother. Following Matt's eyes, Elaine sat up and waved to them. They smiled and waved back and continued on their way.

"You're nervous," Elaine said.

"Doing this outside? A little, yeah. We didn't make any secret that we're a family when we checked in. What if someone who knows--"

"Oh, dear." Elaine leaned down and kissed the tip of Matt's nose. "I know you think you checked Aphrodesia out, but their promotional materials are rather discreet."

"Come on, some of the photos were pretty raw."

"Yes, very sexy. A 'couples resort for the adventurous.' But that's a bit of a Trojan Horse, fittingly enough. You don't get it, yet?"

He shook his head, perplexed.

"Matt, at Aphrodesia there are no rules about sex between consenting adults."

"No...none?"

"None, as long as everyone is enjoying whatever they get into. That makes the place a magnet for folks like us." She stirred Matt's engorged ball sack with her slender, manicured fingers. "That is, for families who are very, very close. Or want to be."

"Wow."

"Wow," she mimicked with a grin. "The couple a minute ago? He's probably her father."

Matt stared at her, wide-eyed and speechless. Elaine covered his mouth with hers, kissing him long and deeply. "I've seen that look before. Not on your face. You do remind me so much of your grandfather."

Matt listened vaguely. It was hard to focus on anything but his grandmother's exquisite manipulations.

"I was a few years older than Hank, and you could say that I was wiser. He was a virgin, and when I plucked that cherry he had the same dumbstruck look about him. Oh, but he was a fast learner! And an absolute bull. A real stud. His cock was nearly as big as yours, and when he was your age he could keep it up forever and a day."

"I'm pretty good in that department," Matt assured her. He barely remembered his grandfather. Hearing Grandma talk with such bold frankness about their sexual relationship was strange but exciting.

"Goodness, I don't mean to make it sound like a competition. Just an old woman's memories." She trailed her fingers up Matt's cockshaft until she reached the head, then back down to his balls. "But if I were to compare, I'm sure I've never been with a man so extraordinarily gifted."

"Would you knock off the 'old' stuff?" Matt kissed his grandmother on the lips. "I've never been with anyone as beautiful and sexy as you."

"No? What about all those girls at college?"

"All what girls? Gran-Elaine, I don't date all that much. It's too frustrating."

"Frustrating, how?"

"I got a problem," Matt confessed. "I get along good with girls, but when we go to bed, most of them take one look at me and freak out. At my dick, that is. I'm just too big."

"There's no such thing!" Elaine laughed. "They sound like such silly geese. You should find ladies with more daring." She kissed his chest, her mouth working its way down the hard muscles of his belly. "I promise you, dear, I will not 'freak out.'" She took the thick stalk of his cock in her small hand. "This big beauty is the kind of mountain I live to climb."

Her eyes lit up with a fire and hunger that startled Matt even as it kindled hope in him. She was going to do it--his gorgeous naked grandmother was actually going to suck his dick! Of course, she wouldn't be able to take all of him, any more than those other chicks. He was prepared for another disappointment. And yet...

"Yes, so beautiful," she repeated, licking a bead of pre-cum from his prick head. "And all mine." She opened her mouth and slipped her full lips over the crown, swirling her tongue around the flared ridge of his glans as her mouth engulfed the first few inches of his cockshaft.

Other chicks who'd gone down on him had started nervously and given up quickly. Elaine's lips stretched so obscenely tight around the girth of his prick that it looked painful, but her eyes shone with excitement, and her moans and whimpers told him how she loved what she was doing.

Her tongue moved constantly, bathing his hot shaft with spit. He could feel pre-cum leaking in what must be a steady dribble, and she paused every few inches to swallow it before continuing onward.

"Oh, fuck," Matt groaned. He'd never felt anything so unbelievable in his life as his slutty grandmother's eager, sucking lips. Her mouth was like a whirlpool of hot oil, her throat a pulsating tunnel of pleasure caressing his prick as she took in inch after hard, thick inch.

Elaine had more than half of Matt's cock down her gullet before he believed that she wasn't going to stop. She was going to throat him all the way! The realization pushed him to the brink of orgasm. He balled his fists up in the bed sheets, gritting his teeth and staring straight into the sun, determined not to climax. Not yet. He wanted his grandmother's fantastic blowjob to go on forever.

Her nose brushed the close-clipped hair of his belly and her lush lips pressed against his scrotum. His entire cock was down her throat at last.

"Fuck, I don't believe it! Oh God..."

Elaine splayed her delicate hands across his stomach, holding him down and calming the helpless twitching of his ass on the mattress as she lifted her head back up the length of his cock with excruciating patience. She moved her upraised hips in small sensuous circles as she sucked. He wished he was two people--he so wanted to be fucking that hot little pussy while she blew him.

She plunged her head up and down, taking his cock-head to the bottom of her throat and squeezing it with every stroke. Whenever she pulled up until only his knob was in her mouth she swirled her tongue around it, poking the dripping cum-slit with her tongue tip.

The dreamy look in Elaine's eyes as she sucked silently testified to her passion for what she was doing. He ran his fingers through her luxurious hair, awestruck by the beauty of her unbridled lust. She bobbed faster, and faster, fucking her face onto his prick until the entire shaft was sliding past her drooling lips and down her throat with every stroke.

She collected the sloppy strands of saliva that rolled down Matt's cock on her fingertips, then reached under herself between her legs to rub it into her slit. She began finger-fucking her slit in rhythm with the up-and-down bobbing of her face. Her small ass gyrated like a cyclone as her slim fingers dove deep inside her snatch.

Matt couldn't take any more of this. His balls tightened and he felt the throbbing pulse between his legs signaling that he was about to cum. Still, he struggled against the urge. His grandmother sensed his resistance and suddenly pulled her mouth off of his cock.

"Don't fight it, darling," she purred, gazing lewdly at his grimacing face. "I can't wait to taste you. Fill my tummy with your hot cum. Give me every drop!"

That did it. Matt thrust his hips automatically up to meet her wet lips as she plunged her face down onto his prick again. He was breathing like a locomotive, his whole body shaking as Elaine's lips slid up and down his slippery shaft, molding perfectly to his hot hard flesh as he fucked in and out of her throat.

"Gonna cum!" he yelled, oblivious now to any passersby who might overhear. "Oh fuck! Oh, motherfucking Christ!"

Elaine cupped his balls in one hand, gently squeezing and releasing as if to pump the cum up the tower of his cock. When she tickled the base of his prick with one finger, he went over the edge, erupting with a shout.

When the first spurt of jism sprayed out of his cock into her mouth she clamped her lips tight around his girth and pushed her head down to the root of his prick. She stiffened suddenly, and that along with the wild animal look in her eyes told him that she was climaxing with him.

Elaine moaned in delight around her grandson's mouth-plugging prick with every fresh shot of semen that he pumped into her stomach. Her body jerked convulsively and she grabbed onto his hips. The small sharp jabs of her fingernails digging into his skin somehow magnified his pleasure as streams of cum shot up through the barrel of his cock to spew into her frantically sucking maw.

When Matt was sure that his grandmother had completely emptied his balls she kept right on sucking, jacking the base of his cock while darting the tip of her tongue against the underside of his shaft just behind his cock-head. The incredible technique triggered new spasms and a series of strong, almost painful contractions deep in his groan. One, two, three more bolts of jism rifled up from some unsuspected reservoir. He yelled uncontrollably as his grandmother slurped and swallowed until he was finally, utterly drained.

She sat up on her haunches between his legs, licking cum and pussy juice from her fingers, circling her lips with her tongue to catch the few droplets that had escaped her suctioning mouth. She trilled like a pampered cat.

"That was...amazing," Matt gasped. "Thank you." In the aftermath of his orgasm, he was struck again at the bizarreness of the situation. There must be something wrong with him, for fucking his grandmother to be the greatest sex of his life.

But even as his cock softened, all that he wanted was more.

"We're only beginning," Elaine said, as she read his mind. "My dear Matthew, we are going to do everything together. Anything you want to do and a thousand things that I'll teach you."

She crawled up his body and laid her head on his chest. "You're the answer to my fondest wish, after all. A stud of my own. Someone young and willing to learn all my kinky ways. A man who's always ready." She rested her hand on his cock again. To his surprise, it stirred and hardened slightly. "Don't worry, though, I won't keep you all to myself. I'm a sharing woman. And, with your mother around all the time..."

Elaine let the suggestive sentence hang unfinished. It had its desired effect. Matt's cock grew still more.

"So, what would you like to do next?"

"My turn to do something for you," Matt said. He rolled over, landing with Elaine beneath him, kissing her mouth before lowering his face to her breasts. He'd wanted to get his hands and mouth on those great round tits since the moment she'd unveiled them--much longer than that, he admitted to himself. He'd been watching those luscious orbs bounce around under her skimpy outfits for months now, fantasizing about what he'd do to them if, in some impossible alternate universe, he ever got the chance.

Sucking one fat, stiff nipple between his lip, he licked and nibbled patiently for a long time, kissing all over the vast soft expanse of her tit-flesh before moving over to her other nipple to resume sucking.

The look on his grandmother's face said it all--her eyes widened in surprise at his skill, then her features settled into a contented smile. She stroked the back of his head. "I adore a man who's good with titties. When a man sucks my nipples, my pussy flows like a river. Go ahead, honey, see how wet my pussy is."

She took his wrist and guided him to the soft, open lips of her sex slit. He stroked her there and his fingers came away sopping with her cunt cream. She brought his hand to her mouth and licked his fingers.

"My little cunt is hungry for cock," she whispered in his ear. "I haven't had a man in days. That's a rare thing, for me. You have to help me, darling. Can you do that? Can you put your great big prick inside me and--"

"Not yet," Matt interrupted, startled by the determination in his own voice. As much as he wanted to fuck his grandmother there was something else he wanted first.

After kissing each of her tits one more time he trailed his tongue between them and down over her ribcage and flat, tender belly, headed straight for the pretty pink pearl at the top of her pussy.

"Awwhh..." Elaine whimpered as her grandson licked her clit. She trembled like grass in the wind as he went slowly, dabbing with his tongue, blowing warm puffs of air at the ultra-sensitive bundle of nerves that was her gateway to Paradise.

Matt was glad that his grandmother appreciated his clit-sucking. Going down on a babe was his best thing and he knew it. His oral talent had saved many dates that would otherwise have ended in frustration for both his partner and himself because his size had frightened his partner too much to let him fuck her.

Elaine moaned hoarsely when he pressed his mouth against her cunt. She pulled his head tighter against her slit as he lapped at her pussy lips and parted them with his tongue, probing up inside to explore the entrance to her cunt. He stretched his tongue upward, tracing the interior of her sex channel until she jerked abruptly and cried out in passion.

He'd found her G-spot. Time to play.

He swiped the point of his stiffened tongue back and forth, causing her to hump her ass up and down on the bed, nearly expelling him. He held her in place with his strong hands on her hips and kept swirling his tongue around her pleasure point. She closed her thighs around his head as he sucked and licked and explored her. In and out, around and around, flexing his tongue and stabbing it between the tender tissues of her inner pussy as if it were a hard, fucking cock.

"Do it!" she whined. "Fuck me with your tongue, fuck me hard and deep! Drink my juice, suck it all up oh oh oh OHH!"

He managed to rub his nose gently against her erect clit without taking his lips from her cunt. She screamed in pleasure as a rapturous orgasm overwhelmed her. Warm pussy cream flooded her hole and he slurped and swallowed it all with the same eagerness that she'd shown in drinking down his jism.

Elaine's helpless thrashing slowed and finally stopped as her climax ebbed away. "You are marvelous at that. And you're only going to get better. We're a pair, aren't we?"

Matt raised his head and looked around, astonished that his grandmother's joyful shrieks had not brought anyone running to see what was happening. She giggled.

"You must trust me, darling, what we're doing is nothing unusual enough to attract much attention here. No one's concerned, and they're probably too busy fucking to be curious. Speaking of which, no more stalling..."

Elaine threw her legs wide open and pointed her toes at the blue Mediterranean sky. "It's time I felt my grandson's horse cock in my cunt. Don't make me beg."

The sheets beneath Matt were wet where he'd lain while eating her pussy and when he got to his knees he saw that he was steadily dripping pre-cum. Scooting up between her thighs, he braced himself above her on his arms and nudged the head of his cock into her slick, hot fuck-hole. He was surprised at how easily her cunt yielded. Her slit was small and deliciously snug around him but there was none of the struggle to enter her that he'd resigned himself to with other women. Instead of the pained and anxious look that he was used to seeing on their faces, Elaine wore the gleeful expression of a thrill-seeker at the top of the world's tallest rollercoaster just before the plunge downward.

Matt plunged.

"Oh, Matt..." Elaine sighed as his cock slid to the hilt into her sizzling passage on the first thrust. His big balls slapped her pert ass. "Oh, you beautiful fucker...what a cock! What a man!" His heart swelled with pride. She took his face in her hands and kissed him, her tongue searching out his. He cupped her huge tits and molded them between his fingers as he arched and lifted his hips to withdraw until only his cock-head remained embedded in her clinging cunt. He drove forward again.

"C-cumming!" she cried. "Oh God I don't believe I...I'm already cumming!" Elaine's shining eyes rolled back under their lids as her grandson hammered his thick cock in and out of her wet, clasping cunt.At the massage hut on the boardwalk, Lindsey rose and fell on Scott's cock, aflame with a mad, heedless lust that an hour ago had existed for her only in memories of her youth. She rode him at a steady rhythm, her small hands planted on his broad chest for balance. Sweat rolled down her face and shoulders, dripping off of her bouncing breasts to splash across his face and open mouth.

"That's the way, Mrs. Carroll. Give yourself entirely to it. Up...down...slowly..." Moira Gibson encouraged her in the soothing, chanting cadence of a trainer or yoga instructor. The brunette sat on the deck in a half-lotus posture, watching Lindsey and Scot while playing with her pussy. "He's quite a good fuck, don't you agree?"

"Uh...uh huh," Lindsey sighed, lost in the swirl of her desire and confusion. What was happening to her on this exotic and perverse island so far from the humdrum world she knew? How had she come to this, fucking a strange young man in public while his mother looked on and encouraged them with lewd fascination?

Lindsey only knew that after being deprived for so long, she couldn't get enough of this mammoth cock ramming into her needy pussy.

"He's good because he's not just some random selfish stud. He's a giver by nature. And of course I've coached him well as a lover."

"He's...your...son."

"Yes, he is. That is what makes it so perfect. There's no aphrodisiac like the lure of what's most forbidden. Is there?"

Lindsey was so consumed by the ecstasy of Scott's wonderfully huge cock stretching her cunt channel to the limit that she could hardly think. But seeing this mature beauty unashamedly fucking her handsome young son in public had unlocked something wild in her, something that had unconsciously led her to this moment. And the discovery that Moira and Scott were mother and son sparked even darker, more lurid cravings in her lust-possessed soul. Spasms of pleasure exploded in her depths, radiating outward through every cell of her body as his cock-head massaged her shuddering pussy walls with each stroke.

All the while, Scott bucked beneath her like a spurred stallion, eyes shut and strangely serene. He took long, controlled breaths like a champion swimmer doing laps. Lindsey looked questioningly at Moira.

"Conditioning. As I said, I've coached him well. He can go on for hours this way if you like," Moira boasted. "He'll cum when you tell him to, and not before." She walked over and stood beside the table, tweaking one of Scott's nipples and gazing at him proudly. Leaning close to Lindsey she whispered, "I started with him on his eighteenth birthday. We didn't leave my bedroom for two days."

"What about--"

"His father?" Moira sniffed. "Harry was a lazy punter with a belly out to here and a dick that wouldn't stay hard long enough to stick it in me. I rid myself of him years ago. I've made my way on my own since then. I decided that men aren't really of much use except for one thing, and I'd have that on my terms.

"When Scott pleases me I reward him with a good long throating or jack him off while rimming his ass. I'm always on the lookout for new playmates, women who can stimulate and teach him new things while enjoying his extraordinary gifts. Simple, really, and he's become an ideal stud. He stays hard and ready for me, powerful but easily managed."

As startling as it was to hear Moira so frankly describe her son in such terms right in front of him, it didn't seem to bother him one bit. If anything, his mother's words spurred him on to even greater efforts. Lindsey clamped her knees more tightly against his sides, barely holding on as he fucked harder and faster into her cunt. She stopped moving up and down on her own and simply rode the wave of his undulating hips.

Moira straddled her son's knees behind Lindsey, reaching around from behind to cup her huge tits, fingering and pinching her fat nipples. Lindsey climaxed with a loud moan. Before her tremors completely faded she felt the spasms of a second orgasm well up in her, and then a third. Her climaxes ran together, surging into a single endless tidal wave of ecstasy. She screamed until she was hoarse.

"Now, Scott," Moira said. "It's time." Her son groaned loudly, the first sound he'd made in twenty minutes other than the rasp of his breath. His immense cock throbbed and jerked inside her and she felt the blossoming heat of his jism spurting into her womb.

Moira patted his flank approvingly, as she might a big pet dog. "Fill her up. Pump her so full that your sweet jism squeezes out and runs down her thighs."

When Scott was finally spent, an exhausted Lindsey hugged him close. She wanted nothing more than to rest in his arms. It was not to be. Moira had other ideas. "Mrs. Carroll, would you object greatly to having your pussy eaten by a woman?"

The look in the brunette's eyes had Lindsey creaming again. Scott stood up and she hurriedly rolled over and stretched out on the table. Spreading her thighs as wide as she could, she held her cunt lips apart with her index fingers. Her well-fucked slit gaped open, jism and pussy juice seeping out to run down over the globes of her ass.

Moira licked her lips in anticipation. "I enjoy nothing more than drinking my son's cum, you see, whether shooting from his cock or out of another woman's cunt."

She climbed onto Lindsey and gave her a long French kiss before sucking and nibbling on her tits, then continued onward to the prize between her legs. Moira paused to tease Lindsey's clit, flicking it from side to side with her tongue. Lindsey moaned and wiggled her hips invitingly.

"Lick my pussy, Moira. Run your tongue all around the lips and then suck out your son's semen." Lindsey barely recognized the husky, seductive voice as her own. Only an hour ago she'd have blushed scarlet to hear such words, much less have uttered them herself. The not-so-solid bedrock of her beliefs and values had given way beneath her, and she had no idea how far she had yet to fall. It both thrilled and frightened her at the same time.

"Mmm..." Moira moaned, inhaling the fragrance of Scott's cum pooling in Lindsey's cunt. She carefully ran her tongue over Lindsey's soft mound, up the crevices of her thighs, extending it underneath all the way to dab at her asshole in her quest to collect every precious drop of the white goo. Then she dragged the flat of her tongue upward and probed into the hot little entrance that her son had so recently penetrated.

She licked a big wad of her son's jism out of Lindsey's pussy and rolled it around in her mouth, looking like a connoisseur savoring the bouquet and flavor of a rare vintage before swallowing it down with a contented smile. But Lindsey was quite sure that drinking Scott's cum was not a rare event for his mother. No doubt she dined daily on his dick juice.

Scott's cock twitched and jerked and hardened again as he drank in the sight of his mother making a meal of the load he'd just blown in Lindsey's pussy. His shaft gleamed wetly in the sunlight, smeared with his jism and her cream.

Lindsey crooked a finger at him. "Bring it here, baby. Let me clean that up for you." There was no reason that Moira should be the only woman enjoying an afternoon's snack of semen, after all. Lindsey's lips slid easily over the soft, resilient glans of his prick, which continued swelling rapidly inside her mouth as she circled it with her tongue to catch every drop.

She found herself wondering what her son Matt's cum might taste like. She was so excited by the combination of Moira's expert tonguing and the heady sensation of sucking Scott's cock that it didn't occur to her how peculiar her curiosity was. If any such idea had entered her head before today she would have pushed it away in instant horror. But once it had entered her mind an erotic tension sparked through her that made the fantasy of sucking her son's cock irresistible.

That's all it was, an idle fantasy. Where was the harm in that? Especially as she was already indulging in an illicit incestuous threesome. And so with Moira's tongue diving deep into her pussy and the tingling of another orgasm beginning inside her, Lindsey let her horny imagination run free. Without being fully aware of it she'd moved to the next stage of her sexual liberation.

Scott leaned on the edge of the table, shifting his hips to follow Lindsey's lips as she moved forward and back on his growing erection. She wanted him to cum in her mouth this time, but not yet. She loved sucking his cock too much, after going so long without. Moira's lips were soft against the tender flesh of her pussy mound, tongue probing further into that slippery sex channel in pursuit of the last remaining drops of succulent jism.

The tingling pleasure rippling through Lindsey's loins grew more intense. She touched her clit lightly to feed the sensation, but Moira took her hand and moved it away. "Allow me," she mumbled. She licked Lindsey's G-spot one, two, three times, setting off fireworks behind the blonde's eyes. Lindsey's limbs went stiff and her back arched like she'd been hit by lightning. Cascading waves of pure bliss thundered through her.

She collapsed on the massage table, completely limp. Scott's cock slipped out of her gaping mouth.

"Get over here. Mother needs you!" Lindsey's eyes flew open at the urgency in Moira's voice as the brunette dragged her son onto the second massage table. She scrambled on top of him and turned around to face away from him, rising up on the balls of her feet and positioning herself above his huge, hard prick. "You know what I want!"

"Yes, Ma'am." Scott held his cock steady with one hand, aiming it up between his mother's flexing thighs.

Lindsey almost cried out in frustration at losing her chance to suck him off and drink his jism, but she recognized that the feeling was selfish. Scott's mother had given her such pleasure, with such skill and patience, that it was only fair that Moira have her turn.

More than that, Lindsey wanted to witness this. She wanted to see a woman fucking her son. Holding her breath, she waited as Moira lowered herself onto Scott's cock.

But, instead of pushing his prick into his mother's cunt, Scott slid it along the cleft between her ass cheeks until it nestled against the dark rosebud of her asshole.

Moira wanted an incestuous ass-fuck. Her son was more than happy to oblige.

She braced her hands on the table behind her and settled herself on the dome of his cock. He put his hands on her slender back to support and guide her into position. Frowning in concentration, she relaxed the tight ring of her anus and slowly put her weight on his prick. After a moment's resistance, his cock-knob disappeared into her ass.

"Oh, Lord!" Moira gritted her teeth and her eyes were round as saucers as she descended her son's massive fuck-rod. "You're killing me, you bastard," she hissed. "You'll split me in two."

"You say that every damned time," Scott snorted. He thrust his hips upward, drilling inch after thick inch of his prick into his mother's rectum.

"And I mean it every time," Moira gasped. "I'm not getting younger, am I?"

"So, whose idea is this? Perhaps we should stop."

"Shut up and push!" Beads of sweat formed on Moira's forehead and cheeks as she shoved herself downward. She squealed and moaned, impaling herself on Scott's cock until she came to rest with her round butt on his stomach and his prick entirely inside her. The lines and furrows of struggle melted from her features, replaced by the most gleefully lewd grin of carnal satisfaction that Lindsey had ever seen.

Moira's big tits jiggled and swayed as she raised and lowered herself on her son's cock. He reached around to grab them, his big hands finding her stiff nipples, rolling and pinching them as he humped beneath her. Her ass shimmied sensuously as she rode him, panting and hissing as he slid in and out of her.

"That's so awesome!" a voice behind Lindsey exclaimed.

She'd been so transfixed by the fucking mother and son that she'd not noticed a small group of spectators gathering at the end of the narrow boardwalk behind her. There were six or seven, apparently all resort guests, some dressed in minimal beachwear and a few naked except for sandals. The speaker was one of two young women who looked like sisters, holding hands with a stocky middle-aged man. Everyone stared in avid fascination at Moira as she bounced her ass up and down Scott's cock.

One of the adult sisters was jacking the older man's prick. "You want me to get you off here, Daddy?" she asked. "Or wait 'til we get to the beach and--"

"Awwh..." Moira's ecstatic cries drowned out the rest. Far from perturbed by the crowd, she was putting on a show. She undulated her body and rolled her hips with the experienced polish of a stripper on the pole. It was probably a great way to attract more clients to her massage practice, Lindsey reflected, but there could be no doubt how thoroughly Moira relished putting herself on display. An exhibitionist, indeed.

Lindsey spied one woman, evidently inspired by Moira and Scott, who'd lifted and stretched one leg along the boardwalk railing like a ballerina at the barre. A young man who looked like a football player drove his prick into her cunt while they both watched the performance. The young woman who'd spoken moments before was on her knees licking her father's balls. Not to be outdone, her sister licked back and forth along his cock like it was a popsicle.

The boldness of their debauchery stoked Lindsey's lust to a white-hot fever. She had to be part of it all, somehow.

Moira's pussy was such a pretty little jewel, with pale, narrow lips that unfurled to reveal the pink, wetly-glistening entrance to her sizzling depths.

So open. So tempting.

So empty.

Fairly floating over to join the incestuous mother and son, Lindsey levered herself up onto the foot of their table and bent forward to plant her lips on the apex of Moira's cunt, drawing the brunette's swollen clit into her mouth. She sucked the stiff little button avidly, bobbing her head up and down to follow Moira as she rode her son's cock. Not having sucked a cunt in decades Lindsey expected to be awkward and clumsy at it. But, just like cock-sucking, it all came back to her quickly. Moira's yelps and squeals of pleasure grew louder, and she gyrated her hips more frantically as Lindsey sucked.

The sisters had their father flat on his back out on the sand now, French-kissing and fondling one another's pert tits as one sat astride his face and the other bounced on his cock.

The woman who'd been taking cock from behind was on her knees on the weathered wooden planking, holding her breasts together to make a spit-slick channel for her stud to fuck. "Come on Mommy's face," she pleaded with him.

Moira said with a wicked smile. Moira had said. The truth of it hit Lindsey like a wrecking ball. As much as she'd resented her mother's campaign to "corrupt" and free her from her guilt and self-punishment, Lindsey had never been so excited by anything in her life than she was to be a part of this wanton, incestuous group rut. She'd spent a lifetime making a fortress of inhibition and self-denial. Now the walls were crumbling all to dust.

All Lindsey wanted was to fuck. She wanted to make Moira cum in her mouth. She wanted to fuck Scott again, and again. She wanted the strangers on the boardwalk to line up for turns at her hot holes--all three of them. She'd never been ass-fucked in her life, but she craved it now, with a desire as hot as the blazing sun over her head.

Lindsey gently finger-fucked Moira's cunt while continuing to lick her clit, and was rewarded by pussy juice squirting over her hand and wrist. The brunette climaxed with a shriek, her cunt contracting and sucking at Lindsey's fingers. Scott came at the same time, groaning and bucking beneath her, pounding his cock in and out of her asshole as he emptied his balls into her guts.

The two of them were made for one another, Lindsey could see as much. Any rules that would separate them couldn't be right, could they? Lindsey wanted to trade places with Moira. To have a devoted young stud of her own who she could suck and fuck whenever she pleased.

"More! Give me more!" demanded the woman whose son was tit-fucking her on the boardwalk. He was cumming, long ropes of jism rocketing from the end of his cock to paint his mother's fuck-crazed face and shoulders. She abruptly grabbed his ass, swallowing his cock-knob and dragging him toward her until his whole cock was down her throat, greedily gulping down all that remained of his ball-load.

Lindsey's mouth watered. Seeing this, Moira climbed off of Scott and stood jerking his prick. "Care for another go?"

"Uh-huh." Lindsey kissed Moira passionately and turned to do the same to Scott. "I most definitely want more. But not here."

"No aphrodisiac like the lure of what's most forbidden. " So Moira had said.

To the surprise of both her new-found fuck-mates, Lindsey got dressed and hurried away down the boardwalk.

†††

"Cum inside me," Elaine gasped, her arms around Matt's neck as she hurled herself up from the mattress to meet her grandson's powerful thrusts into her cunt. "Shoot your load all the way into my womb!"

Her breathless pleas nearly triggered his orgasm. He fought it off. He didn't know how long they'd had been locked together, fucking like animals in heat. A long time, but not nearly long enough. He never wanted it to end. His grandmother was the most fantastic fuck he'd ever known.

Granted, he didn't have a long list to compare with. But it was hard to believe that many women possessed either Elaine's deep well of sexual lust or her vast range of experience. She was, by her own account, utterly promiscuous. She never passed up an opportunity to get naked and fuck with either men or women. She exuded sexuality from every pore, and so such opportunities were frequent.

"Not...yet..." he grunted. "Don't wanna." He slid his hands under her girlish ass and lifted her off the mattress.

"Don't be silly, dear." She squirmed delightedly as his cock hit new spots in her pussy. "I learned long ago not to resist what the body wants. And the sooner you give me what I want, the sooner you'll find out all the other nasty things I've learned for getting you hard again in a hurry."

With that, she snapped the hot velvet trap of her cunt tight around his cock and held him in place. It was like she'd pulled the pin on a grenade. Matt erupted with a yell, pouring his ball juice into his grandmother's sucking sex hole.

"That's it," Elaine soothed, trembling through another orgasm of her own. "Good...so warm and so good. I love it."

Matt lowered her to the bed. He withdrew from her cunt and sagged to the mattress next to her, exhausted. She snuggled up against his chest and fondled his softening prick.

"What a man you've become, Matt. With such a cock. A perfect cock, for me."

"Oh, is that why you love me, Grandma?" Matt teased her.

"You can't think that, dear. It's the fact that you're you, and my own flesh and blood, that what makes you so perfect." She licked one of his nipples. "That's why I wanted this time alone together, with you and your mother. It's not like I lack for casual sex, after all. I'm a lucky woman--I can pick up my phone and with a couple of texts I'll have a man or two between my legs any time I want.

"But that's not enough anymore. Oh, I still get hot and I holler with any man inside me, and the orgasms are better now than ever in my life. But since Ross died I've been missing someone special in my life. Someone who truly cares about me for reasons other than what a great piece of ass I am."

"You know I do." Matt was spellbound to hear his grandmother confide this way to him, of all people.