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My mother couldn't stop chattering all the way to the airport. On the spur of the moment, we'd booked a bargain three-night mini-break at a hotel on the Costa Blanca, and Mum was bubbling with excitement. She kept talking about what we'd do and wondering about the hotel - I think she'd memorized all the brochures and leaflets she'd collected at the travel agents, and after having to listen to her I think I pretty well knew them off by heart, too.

She was already dressed for the warm Spanish weather: she was wearing a short, thin flowery sun dress with a halter neck that left her back, arms and shoulders bare, as well as revealing a generous amount of cleavage. On the train we sat on sideways-facing seats, and at first Mum kept trying to tug her dress down over her bare thighs, but it was a hopeless struggle - it didn't help that she kept wriggling round to talk to me, and after a while she gave up. I saw the way men kept staring at her legs and trying to look down the front of her dress, and I couldn't decide whether it made me angry or proud.

It was the same on the aircraft - we were packed in like sardines, and Mum was jammed in between a man in the window seat and me on the aisle, and I saw him constantly looking sideways at her. She was still chattering constantly, and perhaps she didn't notice that her skirt was dragged up even higher than on the train, but then I saw him reach for something under his seat and manage to brush his hand against her bare leg. I glared at him and took her hand protectively - or was it possessively? - and now it was my hand that was resting on her soft warm thigh. I, too, found myself glancing at her cleavage as I pretended to stare out of the window, but Mum didn't notice that either.

We were met at the airport by the minibus from the hotel, and once again we had to sit very close together, and this time I had the view of her legs and the valley between her breasts all to myself.

When we arrived at our destination, I waited for our bags to be unloaded from the minibus while Mum went into the hotel to register - she spoke a little Spanish, and was anxious to practice her linguistic skills. But when I saw her in the foyer, she was frowning angrily.

'Darling - there's been some mistake about our reservations! I booked rooms for Mrs Wainwright and Mr Wainwright, but they've got us down as Mr and Mrs Wainwright, in one double room. The hotel is full, and they can't change it, and its a double bed, and they can't even give us a camp bed!'

'Never mind, Mum, there'll be a sofa or an armchair or something, and I can sleep on that,' I said, trying to sooth her, but she continued to fret over the mix-up.

When we got up to the room she quietened down a little - there was a small balcony and a marvellous view over the swimming pool and on down to the sea, and she pronounced herself satisfied with the bathroom. But there wasn't a sofa, only a small chair without arms and an even smaller one at the desk-cum-dressing table.

The double bed wasn't overly large, but I told Mum we'd manage somehow, and she cheered up a bit when we went out onto the balcony to admire the glorious sunset. She took my hand and said how wonderful it was, and she wasn't going to allow a silly mistake to spoil our holiday, and again I managed to admire her breasts.

We unpacked and Mum took a shower while I looked down at the people in and around the pool - many of the women were topless, and I enjoyed myself staring at a profusion of naked breasts. Mum came out of the bathroom with a towel held round her body, and my day's collection of sightings of female flesh was added to when I got a glimpse of her bare bottom as I went to take my turn in the shower.

I spent a long time letting the water beat down on me, rubbing my cock and thinking about the quantity of feminine skin I'd seen - and in the case of my mother, sometimes felt - since we left home. I was tempted to masturbate; I wished I had a room to myself where I could have wandered around naked, playing with myself, but it didn't seem right to masturbate with my mother just the other side of the bathroom door.

So I dried myself and went out into the bedroom, to find that Mum had changed into a dark blue, but equally revealing, dress for the evening. She went out onto the balcony while I got dressed, trying to control my erection, and then we went down to have a drink by the pool before dinner.

Once again I saw my mother getting admiring glances, but I had plenty of other skimpily dressed girls and women to admire myself, and Mum didn't seem to mind being stared at, judging by the way she frequently crossed and re-crossed her bare legs. Anyway, she was certainly back in a good mood again. It improved even more when we went in to dinner and discovered that the food was very good, with a nice selection of local wines.

There was even a small dance floor with a good trio playing a lot of old standards, and Mum managed to persuade me to dance with her a few times. Once again I was very conscious of her body as I held her close, and being able to look down her dress at her bra-less breasts didn't help to keep my erection under control.

We took a long time lingering over dinner, and then strolled down to the beach to get some air, at first holding hands, and then I put my arm round Mum's waist, and she rested her head on my shoulder as we walked - once again, I had a good view of her breasts.

Back at the hotel, we had a drink at the poolside bar, and now it was my mother's legs, not her breasts, that were displayed for my arousal - we sat on loungers facing each other, and her dress was even higher up her thighs than it had been earlier, and I surreptitiously studied her long bare legs and feet. She crossed her legs, and I wondered whether she was wearing panties, or was completely naked under her dress. It was too dark on the patio to see for certain when she re-crossed her legs yet again, lifting her knee high when she did so, but if she was they were skin-coloured, and I doubted it.

After talking idly for half an hour, with me feasting my eyes the whole time, we decided to have an early night, and went up to our room. Somehow we played musical chairs in sharing the bathroom, and managed to get undressed as modestly as possible. I always only wore pyjama bottoms, but when I saw my mother come out of the bathroom in her nightdress I couple hardly stop myself from gasping - it barely reached the tops of her thighs, and it was so low-cut it could hardly contain her breasts. When she bent to climb into bed it was even worse - her swaying breasts became completely visible.

I stuttered a goodnight, and and Mum leaned over me as we gave each other a brief kiss, her soft breast resting against my arm, and then we settled down to try to sleep. I was painfully aware of my mother's half-naked body only inches away, but she seemed totally unconcerned, and soon I heard her breathing slowly, lying on her side facing away from me. But during the night she seemed to keep moving around, and I felt her body pressing against me. The bed was too small to move away from her, but I tried to turn her over and gently push her away.

I succeeded for a time, but then I woke up to find that she was cuddled against me, with one leg thrown across my thighs. I felt her breasts pressing against my bare chest, and realised that I could feel a wet patch on my pyjama trousers where my mother's naked vulva rested against my leg. Once again I managed to turn her over, but she just snuggled back against me - her nightdress had ridden up around her waist, and now my rigid cock was jammed against her bare bottom. I put my arm round her, unable to resist cupping her yielding breast in my hand, but she didn't wake up, and eventually I, too, fell asleep.

The next morning we did our now familiar in-and-out act with the bathroom, and went down to have breakfast by the pool. Afterwards we went in for a swim, and then stretched out to sunbathe. Mum looked around at the other sun-worshippers.

'I think I'm a little overdressed,' she said.

All she had on a miniscule yellow bikini, but to my astonishment she removed the top and let it fall to the ground. I stared at her naked breasts, fascinated, and then watched as she proceeded to rub them with sun-tan oil - I could hardly believe it as I saw her nipples stiffen as she stroked herself, smiling at me.

After a while she rolled over onto her stomach, and asked me to put oil on her back. I sat beside her on the sun bed, and started to rub oil on her body. I massaged it into her shoulders, and then worked my way down over her back, allowing my fingers to brush the sides of her naked breasts. Her bikini bottom consisted of little more than a thong, which disappeared completely between the cheeks of her bottom, and I found myself kneading them, sometimes slipping my fingers into the crack. When I worked on the backs of her thighs, I grew increasingly bold, and let my hands wander between her legs, touching the scrap of material that was all that covered her sex.

We spent the morning sunning ourselves, occasionally going for a swim in the pool, and then lazing in the sun again. I applied sun-tan to my mother's body several times, and she did the same for me. Once, I couldn't help turning over, to see her beautiful breasts swinging above me as she leaned over me, and I d****d a towel across my loins in an attempt to hide my erection.

Then she suggested we had an early lunch before it got too busy. As well as the poolside bar they'd brought out a buffet table laid out with food, and we helped ourselves and sat at the bar and ordered drinks.

The bar stools were bolted to the ground, very close together, and as we ate and drank our arms and legs constantly brushed against each other. We ordered more drinks, and my mother decided she wanted more salad. As she got to her feet and turned to move away from the bar, her naked breasts pressed against my bare arm for a brief moment, and then again when she returned to her stool with her refilled plate.

As we sat there it was all I could do to stop myself from putting my arm round her and stroking her body, but finally she solved the problem by saying she'd had too much sun and too much wine, and was going up to the room for a nap. I sat for a while, finishing my beer, and then I, too, made my way up to the room.

My mother was lying on her back under the sheet, apparently fast asleep. I took a quick shower to rinse off the oil on my body, then went back into the bedroom with just a towel around my waist. I hesitated for a moment, then dropped the towel and slid naked under the sheet beside her. I couldn't sleep, despite all the sun and having had a restless night, but just lay there, also on my back, thinking about the sight of my mother's body, and how her bare breasts had brushed against my arm at the bar.

Then, after what seemed a long time, I heard her sigh.

'Are you awake, darling?' she whispered.

'Yes, Mum - I - thought you were asleep,' I said, guilty about the thoughts that had been running through my mind, and then I felt her fingers touch mine.

'I was, but I woke up when you got into bed,' she replied, and our fingers intertwined.

'This is nice, isn't it, darling?' she murmured.

I thought she was talking about the holiday, and said something about the hotel and the sunshine, but she squeezed my fingers.

'No, I meant lying here like this - together.'

I felt her wriggle slightly, and then she squeezed my hand again.

'I haven't got anything on.'

I could hardly believe my ears, and I caught my breath.

'Have you, darling?' she whispered softly.

I was silent for a moment, and then I stuttered 'N - no, Mum.'

'That makes it even nicer, knowing that we're both - naked.'

There was silence for a moment, and then she went on: 'The only thing that would be nicer is if you kissed me...'

I turned towards her, and she lifted her head to let me put my arm round her, and then I gently covered her mouth with mine. She made a little noise, and then squirmed against me. The kiss slowly intensified, and I hesitantly ran my hand over her naked body before letting it come to rest on her breast.

'That's much better, sweetheart!' she murmured, and I felt her hand slip between our bodies and fondle my cock. I kneaded her breast, feeling her rigid nipple in the palm of my hand, and she kissed me wetly.

'It's taken you a long time, darling,' she smiled, her tongue tracing the outline of my lips. 'I've been flaunting myself at you ever since we left home, and I practically threw myself at you in the night. And I saw the way you were looking at me by the pool, and I wondered what else I had to do - I thought I might have to hang a sign round my neck saying "Fuck Me!"'

I groaned, and she rolled onto her back, dragging me with her. I felt her legs part, and I slid between them, and then Mum guided the head of my swollen cock to the lips of her vulva.

'Push it in me, darling - as deep as you can - oh, yes,' she breathed as my cock slipped into her.

I'd been aroused almost constantly since the previous morning by the sight, and sometimes the feel, of my mother's body, and now she was inviting me to fuck her. I could hardly believe it, overwhelmed by the glorious sensation of sliding my cock in and out of the hot wetness of her vagina, feeling her muscles tighten round me as raised her hips, and matching her movements to mine.

My mother moaned. 'I can feel you getting bigger and harder inside me, darling! Oh, God, it's wonderful!'

I started thrusting into even more deeply, and I felt her body arching up against me. She reached down and fondled my swollen balls, and soon our bodies were slapping against each other.

Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer, and I exploded into her. She screamed, jerking against me as we kissed feverishly. I was clutching her breast, and her nails were digging into my back as I spurted into her endlessly, until at last we collapsed in each other's arms, panting and clinging to each other.

She lay trembling in my arms, and then she started kissing me passionately. She was mumbling incoherently in my mouth, but I caught the words 'beautiful,' 'wonderful,' 'love,' and 'oh, dearest,' and then we were caressing each other again. It wasn't long before I was hard once more, and I pushed my cock into my mother and started to fuck her furiously.

Mum groaned, and then smiled at me breathlessly, her body jerking as I pounded into her.

'It doesn't look as though I'm going to need that sign after all, sweetheart!'

It took longer for me to come this time, and when my semen finally started to spurt into her she was shuddering spasmodically in my arms, her body drenched in perspiration and her mouth working on mine deliriously.

Afterwards, we slept in each other's arms, our naked bodies pressed together, until it was almost time to go down to dinner. But I couldn't stop myself from fucking her once more, and then we showered together, laughing as we soaped each other, and then I wanted to fuck her again, but she kissed me and said she was hungry for something else besides my cock, and I'd have to wait.

Over dinner, we ate slowly, gazing into each other's eyes and holding hands; her leg was constantly rubbing against mine under the table, and when we danced our bodies were glued together.

'Was it nice fucking me, darling?' Mum whispered in my ear as we slowly circled the tiny dance floor.

'It was - incredible, Mum,' I said, holding her even tighter.

'I'm glad, sweetheart - I so want to please you.'

She smiled at me. 'I like to please men, let them use my body. I suppose I like to be controlled in bed, and enjoy feeling that they're doing whatever they want to me. And I want you to control me, and I especially want to know that I'm pleasing you, dearest!'

Our lips touched, and my mother rubbed her body against me.

'I'm not wearing anything under this dress, darling - does it excite you to know that without it I'd be naked?'

I swallowed, and she laughed and kissed me lightly again.

'If you wanted me to, I'd take it off right here for you!'

The music stopped, and we went back to our table, holding hands.

We sat down, and Mum dropped her napkin on the floor.

'Pick it up for me, darling!' she smiled.

As I bent to retrieve it, my mother moved her foot towards me, and I glimpsed her bare leg, letting my eyes drift down to her scarlet toenails, emphasised by her high-heeled sandals which were little more than a couple of thin leather straps. I briefly stroked her calf, running my hand up her leg,and she twitched her skirt up to the tops of her thighs and parting her legs to let me see the neatly trimmed patch of hair at their apex.

'Just a quick preview, sweetheart,' she said.

Her hand disappeared beneath the table, to reappear a moment later to stroke the back of mine.

'Feel how wet I am, dearest,' she whispered.

After dinner we went straight back up to our room, and I stripped her dress off and kissed her, clutching her naked body to me. Breathlessly, she helped me to undress, and when I stretched out on the bed she curled up beside me and kissed my throbbing cock.

'I haven't seen you properly like this since you were a baby, darling,' she said, running her tongue along the length of my penis.

'You liked it when I touched you here even then, and when we were in the bath together you used to rub it against me. Your little dickie stuck out like a pencil, and you'd stand up in the bath and push it against my face. I though that was sweet, and I'd give it a little kiss. But not like this, though,' she said, and took the head of my cock in her mouth.

'I think it's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen,' she smiled, running her tongue round its head and kissing it. I reached down and ran my hand over her body, watching her kiss and lick me. Then she looked up at me.

'Would you like it if I made you come all over my face, darling? And drank your stuff?'

'If - if you want to, Mum,' I stammered, and she licked my penis again.

Dearest - have you ever had your cock down a woman's throat?'

I could only shake my head dumbly, and she smiled. Then my mother took my cock in her mouth, and I watched as she lowered her head onto it, seeing it disappear deeper and deeper between her lips, until her face was pressed against my belly. She started to raise and lower her head on me, and I felt her throat tighten, gripping my shaft, and she started to fondle my balls.

It was the most incredible experience, seeing her sprawled across my legs, her bare breasts rubbing against my thighs, her nipples jutting, and my stomach tightened as I felt myself starting to come.

Mum felt it too, and after another two or three stokes she eased herself up to let my cock slip out of her mouth, and then she took it in her hand to give it a final rub, and then my semen spurted uncontrollably. She guided two or three jets onto her face, letting them gush over her cheeks and into her eyes, and then she took my cock into her mouth again and started swallowing as she continued to rub me. I saw her cheeks hollowing as she sucked me at the same time, and then I lay back, gasping, thinking that I'd never stop coming.

But eventually the flow diminished, and my mother sat up, smiling at me breathlessly.

'That was much better than when you were a baby, darling!'

We rested, then fucked, then rested and fucked again until the early hours of the morning. Once my mother straddled me, her breasts dangling as she impaled herself on my cock, and once we went out onto the balcony to look down at the people in and around the pool, and I entered her from behind and fucked her, reaching round to fondle her breasts as she braced herself against the railing.

Finally we went back to bed for a last lazy fuck before falling into an exhausted sleep.

The next morning we carried on where we'd left off, then we showered together and went down to breakfast by the pool. Mum had discarded her bikini top completely by this time, and now I enjoyed the looks her body was attracting, knowing that I'd possessed it, and would again very soon.

Mum was in a mischievous mood, teasing me constantly. As we queued in line at the buffet, she kept nudging her bare breasts against my arm, and brushing her hand against my cock. When we sat down at a table, she kept rubbing her leg against mine, once leaning forward to squeeze my cock under the table. She let some crumbs drop onto her left breast, knowing that she was tormenting me as she stroked them off her soft flesh, trailing her fingers over her nipple, and watching my reaction.

'I'd like to smear my body with jam, and get you to lick it off, darling,' she whispered.

She sucked her fingers clean, and then one hand slid under the table.

'I'm feeling myself, darling, wishing it was your hand down here!'

We decided that we'd go down to the beach and swim in the sea. I wanted to go back up to the room and make love to her first, but my mother said no, she was going to make me wait, and she rubbed herself against me, her eyes twinkling.

She'd brought her beach bag and towel down to breakfast, and we set off, hand in hand,our hips and shoulders touching, and I kept glancing down at Mum's naked breasts, swinging as she walked.

We found a space on the beach and dropped the bag, then ran down to the water's edge and plunged in. We swam a few yards, then stood up, the water almost up to our necks. We could barely keep our footing, and we repeatedly bobbed like corks as we laughed, gasping for breath and holding on to each other.

I rubbed my hands over Mum's wet slippery body and fondled her breasts, but after a minute she pushed me off my feet and swam off with me in hot pursuit. I soon caught her, and when I grabbed her we trod water facing each other, our legs and bodies bumping together. I kissed her, and we sank beneath the surface, still kissing and locked in each other's arms, and when we came up for air I gripped her between her legs, squeezing hard.

My mother responded by trying to tug my swimming trunks down - she got them half-way down my thighs, and then I did a somersault under water and pulled them off completely. Still treading water, I rubbed my cock against her, but then she took a deep breath and grabbed my hips, hauling herself down under water until she could take my cock in her mouth. Her face bobbed against me as she sucked me, until her head surfaced and she gasped for air.

'I wish I could have stayed down long enough to make you come, darling!' she panted.

We managed to kiss each other again, and then we swam back towards the shore. When we reached the shallows, we stood up, and I put my arm round her and kissed her. I was still holding my trunks in my hand, and Mum fondled my genitals and rubbed her body against me.

'Stop it, Mum,' I groaned, 'You're driving me mad, and I can't take any more!'

My cock was throbbing painfully, and my mother's expression changed immediately.

'I'm sorry, my poor darling,' she said. She kissed me again, and then, standing beside me, her body pressed against me, she started to deftly rub my cock. We were swaying in the waves, hardly able to keep our footing, and I held her tightly as she rubbed me faster and faster. Then I grunted, and we both looked down through the clear water to see my semen start to spurt, swirling in the water as Mum kept pumping me. Then she tried to catch some in her hand and rub it on her body.

'It seems a pity to waste it, darling,' she smiled, and we kissed again. My legs were trembling, but I managed to get my trunks on, and we waded out of the water, hand in hand.

We collected the bag and towel, and then wandered along the beach, trying to find somewhere less crowded. We finally found a spot, and spread our towel and lay down on it. Mum asked me to oil her body, and I felt my excitement growing again.

We lay stretched out side by side, luxuriating in the sun for a while, then we turned to face each other. Mum propped herself up on one elbow, resting her head on her hand, and then, staring me in the eyes, she slipped her other hand between her legs and started fingering herself. After a moment she transferred her attentions to her breasts, squeezing and tugging at her nipples until they jutted rigidly, then she ran her hand down over her belly to fondle herself again.

The beach was rimmed by a low headland, and at its base was a pile of large rocks. I got to my feet and grabbed my mother's wrist, dragging her up to stand beside me.

'Come on, you bitch,' I growled, ' I've had enough, and you're going to get what's coming to you!'

I pulled her up the beach and behind the heap of boulders - there was one large rock tilted at an angle, and I hauled her towards it, then quickly pulled down her bikini bottom before tearing off my trunks.

'But darling - someone might see us ...' she faltered, but I slapped her face and pushed her down onto the smooth warm rock.

'I don't care, bitch - you asked for it!' I gritted, and pushed her legs apart.

I rammed my cock into her, and she groaned.

'Oh, yes, my darling! Fuck me!'

Feeling her oiled body against me, with my penis plunged deep in her vagina, inflamed me even more, and I fucked her ferociously, and then she tried to stifle a scream as I ejaculated into her wildly.

She clung to me, returning the kisses I showered on her as my cock finally started to soften inside her.

'Darling! That was wonderful!' she gasped. 'I never imagined you'd be like this! And I loved it when you called me a bitch and hit me!'

After that, we swam and sunbathed for a while, and then we made our way back to the hotel. Once again we lunched at the poolside bar, and then we wandered back along the beach until we found our pile of rocks. We deposited our things and went into the sea for a swim, and soon we were fondling each other in the water. I couldn't get enough of her, and soon I dragged her back up the beach to the rocks.

I kissed her violently and tried to drag her down onto the rocks, but she resisted, simply telling me to take my trunks off. My throbbing penis sprang free, and I sat on a rock watching as Mum poured oil on her breasts, massaging it into her skin. Then she knelt in front of me and took my cock between her breasts and started to knead them around it, lifting and lowering them until I thought I'd go mad. Then I let out a groan and braced my hands on the rock as my semen shot up under my mother's chin. She immediately dropped her head to let it spurt over her face, trying to catch it in her mouth, and I watched as it trickled down over her chin and throat to trickle down over her breasts.

Then we went back into the sea, and I washed my semen off her, letting my hands linger on her body. Despite all the oil, the sun was starting to burn us, and we decided to go back to the hotel.

Back in our room, we showered to get rid of the salt, then lay down naked on the bed. We kissed and fondled each other for a while, and I found myself stroking her bottom.

'Do you think I've got a nice bum, darling?' she asked languorously. 'You seem to like feeling it and rubbing oil into it.'

I think it's gorgeous, Mum,' I said, squeezing it and then giving it a light slap. 'Like the rest of you, it drives me wild!'

I stroked her again, and my fingers slipped between her cheeks. She shivered.

'That's nice, darling! I love being touched there!'

I probed gently for a moment, and then Mum kissed me and jumped off the bed.

'I won't be a moment, sweetheart,' she said, and started to rummage in her suitcase.

She quickly returned to her original position, and I saw that she had a jar of Vaseline in her hand.

'Give me your finger, darling,' she whispered, and when I held out my middle finger she smeared it thickly with Vaseline.

'Now put it in me - up my bottom,' she said, and kissed me.

I gently probed once again, then slowly pushed my finger against her tiny orifice. I felt its resistance for a moment, but then I slowly eased my finger into her, and she sighed.

'That's lovely, darling - fuck me with it!'

I began sliding my finger in and out of her bottom, feeling her relaxing until I could introduce a second finger, pushing them into her deeper and deeper. Mum was curled down, idly fondly and kissing my penis as my fingers slid in and out of her bottom, and then I saw her smearing Vaseline on my cock. Then she turned to kiss me and smile before she crouched in front of me, her bottom raised invitingly.

I knelt behind her and introduced my cock into her backside. It entered her more easily than I'd expected, and my mother groaned as inch by inch I pushed it deeper up her bottom. Then I began to fuck her gently, and I saw her hand creep between her legs. I gripped her hips with both hands and started to thrust into her in earnest. She began moaning, pushing herself back against me as I rammed into her. She raised herself up on all fours and I slipped one arm round her waist to hold her as I reached under her to knead first one hanging breast and then the other. I wanted to maul her soft yielding flesh, but I was afraid of leaving marks on her body that would be visible with the sort of clothes she was wearing, and I contented myself with tweaking her nipples as I continued to fuck her up her bottom.

Her body began jerking, and I felt myself responding, and then my semen started pumping up her back passage. She cried out, reaching back to grip my legs as she rammed herself back against me, and I clutched both her breasts, kneading them roughly as I emptied my loins up her backside.

'Oh, God, I love that!' she moaned.

That evening after dinner we though we'd celebrate our last nigh by giving the small nightclub-cum-disco in the basement a visit before going up to our room - Mum said she could go without being fucked for an hour or two, and I didn't mind waiting, especially if I was going to dance with her.

She'd had several glasses of wine at dinner, and was obviously in a reckless mood. She was wearing another short, low-cut dress that showed off her bra-less breasts, and as soon as she started to gyrate in front of me on the tiny dance floor I started to regret having agreed to wait - I could have ****d her there and then. We danced for a while, and then made our way to one of the tables lining the walls. I went to the bar in an adjoining room and got us some drinks, and we sat side by side watching the action. Mum's skirt was way up, and when I put my hand on her bare thigh she crossed her legs, trapping my hand between them.

The noise was deafening, and when she leaned across to yell something all I could do was to shrug helplessly, unable to hear what she was trying to say. She grinned and shrugged too, then kissed me and went off in the direction of the powder room.

Suddenly someone grabbed my hand, and I looked up to see a woman smiling at me and tugging my hand, nodding at the dance floor. I saw that she had on a lacy top and a very brief skirt, plus very high heels that emphasised her long shapely legs, but most of all I noticed her nipples through the open lace-work of her top. I also saw that she was at least in her forties, if not older, but her age did nothing to inhibit her movements, and she danced wildly, swaying before me invitingly with her arms above her head.

After a while she stopped, panting, and then she nodded towards the bar and took my hand again, leading me towards it. I bought us both a drink and we stood in the corner of the bar, smiling at each other. It was slightly less noisy than in the main room, and the woman leaned close - I was aware of her breasts pressing against my arm as her lips brushing my ear and she started to shout at me.

'I am Greta - I think you are from England, no?' Her English was very good, although she spoke with a strong accent.

I nodded, and shouted back 'My name's Steve!'

'Hi, Steve!' she screamed, 'I am from Stuttgart in Germany!'

She squeezed my hand. 'I think you like girls who are not so young, no? I see you with your lady-friend, and I believe she is some years older than you!'

I just nodded, enjoying the feel of her body pressed against me as she moved even closer.

'I, too, like young men - I like them to fuck me!'

She smiled at me, then yelled: 'I think maybe I like you to fuck me - and that you would like it also!'

She dragged my hand up under her mini-skirt, and I discovered that she had nothing on beneath it as she forced me to fondle her wet sex. I started to shake my head, thinking of my mother, but as if she could read my mind Greta nodded towards the dance floor.

I looked, and there was Mum dancing with a girl in a short red dress: she had her hands on the girl's hips and they were rubbing their bodies together as the girl twisted frenziedly, her arms flailing, thrusting her groin against my mother.

Greta winked. 'I think your lady-friend does not only like young men!'

I realised I'd put two fingers in her vagina without thinking, and she looked at me expectantly, her eyes sparkling - when I nodded, she kissed me fervently.

'But there is one - what is that word? Scheiße! Ach, yes, one condition. My husband, he must also watch while you fuck me!'

She must have seen the expression on my face, because she went on hurriedly: 'It is a game we play - the man fucks me, and my husband watches, then the man goes away and my husband fucks me! We are here one week already, and each night a different man fucks me, and then my husband he also fucks me!'

She kissed me again - her body felt wonderful, and her vagina was dripping wet. I looked at her and then nodded before I returned her kiss. At last she pulled away and pressed my hand against her breast.

'That is my husband Otto over there, looking at us - he likes to see men touching me!' she yelled, and nodded at a short, thickset man with grey hair sitting at a table. He beamed, and got to his feet.

'Otto goes to our room to wait, but first you kiss me again, yes?'

I put my arm round her, and felt her squeeze my cock as I kissed her wide, generous mouth. I kneading her breast as I pushed her against the wall, shoving my hard cock against her belly, and she laughed.

'Do not fuck me here, my Englishman! Wait until we are in the room! Come!'

I followed her as she edged her way around the dance floor, and I saw Mum, still dancing with the girl in the red dress. Their bodies were still rubbing together, and they were kissing as they danced. Greta took my hand just as my mother saw me: I expected some reaction, but she just glanced at Greta and then waved her hand at me lazily before once again covering the girl's mouth with hers.

When we arrived at the room Greta knocked, and her husband let us in. He was several inches shorter than his wife, and she towered over him as she stroked his face. He had already undressed - his cock was like its owner, short and stubby, and fully erect. He sat down in an armchair and looked at us; he started to toy with his cock, but Greta slapped his hand away playfully and said something to him in German, laughing, and then she turned her attention to me.

Once again I kissed her, and remembering what she had said about Otto liking to see men touching his wife I put my hand up inside her top and caressed her breast. Otto gave a little groan, and then Greta and I were helping each other out of our clothes.

She had a magnificent body, lean and sinewy, with beautifully formed breasts that even at her age showed no tendency to sag, and I bent to kiss them as we sat on the bed facing her husband. Then she pushed me back on the bed and lowered her mouth to my cock. She worked on me for a few minutes and then said something to Otto, and he groaned again.

'My husband does not speak English, so I tell him in German how beautiful is your cock, and soon it will be in my - what is the word? - cunt! Fucking me hard!'

I stroked her legs and body, slipping my hand between her legs and inserting my fingers into her. I started to kiss her body, biting her breasts and belly, and then kissing her thighs, until she cried out: 'Fuck me, Englishman!'

I pushed her legs apart and eased my cock into her, and she gave a little cry, then gasped something to her husband. 'I tell him how wonderful feels your cock in me,' she translated, smiling at me weakly.

I thrust my cock into her two or three times, then withdrew it nearly completely, to let Otto see it glistening with his wife's juices before plunging it into her again. Greta moaned, then wrapped her long legs round my waist and started moving with me, preventing me from fucking her properly.

'I want you not yet to come,' she gasped, 'but to keep you hard in my cunt!'

From the corner of my eye I saw Otto rocking backwards and forwards, his stiff penis waving as he watched us, and then I forgot him as I started to kiss his wife passionately, forcing my tongue into her mouth as I fondled her breasts, squeezing her jutting nipples and tugging at them. We continued to half-fuck for several minutes, with Greta squirming under me. Then eventually she unwound her legs and started to buck against me, and I started to fuck her in earnest.

Otto couldn't stand it any longer, and he came to sit on the bed beside his wife's head. She ignored him for a while, but then she cried out and arched her back, forcing herself up against me as the onset of her orgasm made her body begin to shudder spasmodically, and then she turned her head and took her husband's cock in her mouth as I exploded in her.

Greta screamed, and then turned her attention back to me, clinging to me and grinding her body against me as I pumped into her relentlessly, grunting with every thrust. Then, as I started to relax, she pushed me off her and twisted down to start kissing and licking my cock. I saw her rubbing her mouth and face against my wet, sticky penis as it began to soften, then she dragged her husband's head down and kissed him, letting him taste my semen intermingled with his wife's juices.

He groaned and started to clumsily fondle her breast, and I slipped off the other side of the bed, then got dressed and silently left the room. As I closed the door behind me I glanced back and saw Greta looking at me, smiling almost sadly.

I went down to the poolside bar and ordered a beer, swallowing it gratefully as I thought about Greta's magnificent body and wondering if Otto really satisfied her, and then I suddenly felt guilty as I saw my mother approaching. I ordered a glass of wine for her and another beer for myself as she sat down beside me, and I was relieved to see that she was smiling at me happily.

She started to tell me about the girl she'd met - Peggy, her name was. 'She's a wonderful lover, darling, and guess what? She doesn't live far from us, and she'd love to make up a threesome when we get home!'

Then I told her about Greta and Otto, and asked her if she minded, or was jealous.

'Not as long as we don't have any secrets from each other, darling! I told you, and you told me, and it's only sex, but we love each other, don't we, dearest? And that's the difference.'

She crossed her legs, and instinctively I put my hand on her bare thigh, and she smiled.

'I just hope that your sexy Frau didn't tire you out too much, and that you'll still be able to fuck me when we get upstairs!'

Once in our room, we started to kiss each other, and I got her dress off and proved that I still had plenty to give her. We made love very slowly, and then we both fell into an exhausted sleep. All too soon, it was morning, and we realised that we'd soon be on our way home.

But I reached for her, and then my cock was in her and I was fucking her again.

'Give me a good fucking, darling,' she whispered. 'It's got to last me until we get home - unless we can manage a quickie in the toilet on the plane!'

I was feeling very emotional, and smothered her with kisses as my cock slid in and out of her, and when I came it seemed to be in an endless stream. My mother clung to me, tears glistening in her eyes.

'Oh, my God, that was wonderful, darling!' she whispered. 'Aren't you glad we shared a room - and a bed?'

'I'd like to give whoever made that mistake over the booking a medal,' I said vehemently, grinding my body against her, and Mum smiled.

'There was no mistake, darling. The double room - and the double bed - is what I booked!'