Mum Me and a Stranger at the Nudist Beach
- 1 year ago
- 17
- 0
Nude Beach With Mum And Pops free porn video
Kath and Stan Mathers were the heads of a fairly average bunch. Kath was 49, and stand 51. She taught and he just said "he worked in IT" after becoming bored of trying to explain what he really did in IT procurement.
The rest consisted of Earl, Chloe, Alice, Johnathan and Hannah, from youngest to oldest. Johnathan and Hannah had long left home, while Chloe and Alice had become far too "cool" to be holidaying with Kath and Stan. They did however enjoy living rent free at home and having all the luxuries that entails.
So as summer came around, holidays became a topic of conversation, and a beach holiday in southern France was decided on, due to the accomodation being, in Stan's words, "a bloody steal". Kath had her reservations about this bargain summer home, however the pictures seemed nice, and she knew her husband would stump up for a hotel if this place turned out to be a complete dump.
They drove from their home in the south of England, with Earl in the back, fully plugged in to his phones via his headphones the entire journey, sans the meal on the ferry where Stan had pleaded he talk to them.
Upon arrival the building was beautiful. The furniture was all from brands Kath could only dream of filling her home with, and the kitchen was huge, very for them to make a true home for the next week.
The question still loomed about the price, however it quickly became apparent when they looked closer out the back door and noticed that the rear garden was completely exposed to the nearby designated nudist area.
Kathy quickly searched on her phone to see if the listed mentioned anything like this, but it did appear to be a bit of a secret, although she still wondered if Stan had planned all this.
They all awkwardly avoided the topic and began to unpack. After a while, Earl said he was done unpacking and going to explore. He quickly scurried with just his towel to the nude beach, however he tried to find an area away from the house, so his parents wouldn't see what this little perv was up to.
He tried to talk to the local girls, but his command of French, general demeanor and obvious lack of nude beach experience meant all he got was some stifled Google's from hot, bronzed tipless french ladies.
He did spark up an interesting conversation from an elderly couple who were visiting from England. They owned a small property withing the unofficial nudist area. Then woman, Pam, who would have been around 70 was very complimentary towards Earl, calling him handsome often and talking about their grandson who often visited with them.
After a chat with the couple, he decided to brave the water. It was brisk, but Earl rather enjoyed it once he became acclimated. No worse than the swimming team he'd been on a few years previously.
When he returned to the sand, Pam and her husband had moved to a much more secluded, although still visible dune. Pam was very obviously sucking her partner's cock. This greatly excited Earl, who was already embellishing the details to tell his Friends once he found WiFi. In this version, Pam was an attractive 30 year old with perky tits and a huge ass.
Such trains of thought might have carried on indefinitely had he not spotted Kath and Stan proudly bounding along the sand. Their individual excitement plummeting upon noticing each other.
None of them had really considered that the other night enjoy nudism, never mind stripped off and headed to the beach, but here they were. Earl stiff as a rock from watching a geriatric blow job, Kath with her sagging tits (which she happily considered the trophies of breastfeeding five) and Stan with his meat dangling under unkempt hairs.
They made a strange type of small talk, both aware Earl's cock was solid as an iron rod, however they hadn't noticed why, as he wasn't about to bring their attention to Pam taking a load of cum in her mouth.
"Oh, I didn't realise you'd be here" Stan managed to regurgitate out, go break the silence. "Oh, yeah, just wondered what it was all about" said earl, side stepping his attempt at wooing french hotties.
Kath stood frozen, her pussy sporting thick, but very neat dark hairs. "Pie and mash" She blurted. "For dinner", entirely unsure if she would be able to source ingredients for such a British dish.
"Spot on" Stan said as he nodded, "you coming back with us then?" he added before the three walked back to the rental, not a weird says the whole journey.
The next morning, Earl had disappeared without the others notice, so they fired up the hot tub. Once inside, Stan began to make a play. Back rub, followed by neck kisses, then breast play before rubbing her pussy a little. "Why mess with a classic" he would have said.
She was having none of it, and he pressed her for a reason why. She knew she could tell him anything, so she almost tearfully explained that she had been incredibly turned on by the sight of earl. Stan scoffed, "well of course you were, he's identical to me at that age". She began to do the numbers in her head, and it would have only been a few years more before Stan had knocked her up with Hannah.
"No beer belly, no hairy back, no ingrown toenail and a cock that can stay hard for longer than an episode of Corrie without a little pill. Of course you think he's hot".
She was as confused as she was relieved, but she loved that he'd tried to put her mind at ease and knew he'd not had an orgasm for a days what with all the travel so she grabbed his cock and jerked it till his spunk was ejected out in to the hot tub water. It wasn't the most included handy she'd ever given, but he didn't notice much.
She wrapped a translucent shawl around her waist and set off for the beach, while her recently milked hubby snoozed away in an air chair.
It was the beach where she again came across earl. This time she could clearly see he was paying a lot of attention to the group of exhibitionists in the dunes. This daring display of public sex which Earl was stroking himself to reminded her of the woods and beaches where she'd fucked before married life got boring.
Yet here was a replica of the man she'd love, the man she'd had amazing passionate sex with.
She placed her self down beside him as he noticed and pretended like he hadn't been jerking it. This was ok as it meant she could take over, grasping his cock as she rested her lips on his.
Of all the noises he made, none were remotely disapproving. As she began to dampen the light material around her midriff, she knew she wanted to taste him. She began to suck. She was no sex goddess, but to Earl, his first blowjob ever was automatically. He didn't take long to grown out and fill her mouth up with hot liquid. She swallows it all not much to her pleasure, but just as she thought it was the "done thing"
Earl lay there, begining to realise that something "wrong" had happened, but also chuffed to have had a sexual interaction with a real woman.
The rest consisted of Earl, Chloe, Alice, Johnathan and Hannah, from youngest to oldest. Johnathan and Hannah had long left home, while Chloe and Alice had become far too "cool" to be holidaying with Kath and Stan. They did however enjoy living rent free at home and having all the luxuries that entails.
So as summer came around, holidays became a topic of conversation, and a beach holiday in southern France was decided on, due to the accomodation being, in Stan's words, "a bloody steal". Kath had her reservations about this bargain summer home, however the pictures seemed nice, and she knew her husband would stump up for a hotel if this place turned out to be a complete dump.
They drove from their home in the south of England, with Earl in the back, fully plugged in to his phones via his headphones the entire journey, sans the meal on the ferry where Stan had pleaded he talk to them.
Upon arrival the building was beautiful. The furniture was all from brands Kath could only dream of filling her home with, and the kitchen was huge, very for them to make a true home for the next week.
The question still loomed about the price, however it quickly became apparent when they looked closer out the back door and noticed that the rear garden was completely exposed to the nearby designated nudist area.
Kathy quickly searched on her phone to see if the listed mentioned anything like this, but it did appear to be a bit of a secret, although she still wondered if Stan had planned all this.
They all awkwardly avoided the topic and began to unpack. After a while, Earl said he was done unpacking and going to explore. He quickly scurried with just his towel to the nude beach, however he tried to find an area away from the house, so his parents wouldn't see what this little perv was up to.
He tried to talk to the local girls, but his command of French, general demeanor and obvious lack of nude beach experience meant all he got was some stifled Google's from hot, bronzed tipless french ladies.
He did spark up an interesting conversation from an elderly couple who were visiting from England. They owned a small property withing the unofficial nudist area. Then woman, Pam, who would have been around 70 was very complimentary towards Earl, calling him handsome often and talking about their grandson who often visited with them.
After a chat with the couple, he decided to brave the water. It was brisk, but Earl rather enjoyed it once he became acclimated. No worse than the swimming team he'd been on a few years previously.
When he returned to the sand, Pam and her husband had moved to a much more secluded, although still visible dune. Pam was very obviously sucking her partner's cock. This greatly excited Earl, who was already embellishing the details to tell his Friends once he found WiFi. In this version, Pam was an attractive 30 year old with perky tits and a huge ass.
Such trains of thought might have carried on indefinitely had he not spotted Kath and Stan proudly bounding along the sand. Their individual excitement plummeting upon noticing each other.
None of them had really considered that the other night enjoy nudism, never mind stripped off and headed to the beach, but here they were. Earl stiff as a rock from watching a geriatric blow job, Kath with her sagging tits (which she happily considered the trophies of breastfeeding five) and Stan with his meat dangling under unkempt hairs.
They made a strange type of small talk, both aware Earl's cock was solid as an iron rod, however they hadn't noticed why, as he wasn't about to bring their attention to Pam taking a load of cum in her mouth.
"Oh, I didn't realise you'd be here" Stan managed to regurgitate out, go break the silence. "Oh, yeah, just wondered what it was all about" said earl, side stepping his attempt at wooing french hotties.
Kath stood frozen, her pussy sporting thick, but very neat dark hairs. "Pie and mash" She blurted. "For dinner", entirely unsure if she would be able to source ingredients for such a British dish.
"Spot on" Stan said as he nodded, "you coming back with us then?" he added before the three walked back to the rental, not a weird says the whole journey.
The next morning, Earl had disappeared without the others notice, so they fired up the hot tub. Once inside, Stan began to make a play. Back rub, followed by neck kisses, then breast play before rubbing her pussy a little. "Why mess with a classic" he would have said.
She was having none of it, and he pressed her for a reason why. She knew she could tell him anything, so she almost tearfully explained that she had been incredibly turned on by the sight of earl. Stan scoffed, "well of course you were, he's identical to me at that age". She began to do the numbers in her head, and it would have only been a few years more before Stan had knocked her up with Hannah.
"No beer belly, no hairy back, no ingrown toenail and a cock that can stay hard for longer than an episode of Corrie without a little pill. Of course you think he's hot".
She was as confused as she was relieved, but she loved that he'd tried to put her mind at ease and knew he'd not had an orgasm for a days what with all the travel so she grabbed his cock and jerked it till his spunk was ejected out in to the hot tub water. It wasn't the most included handy she'd ever given, but he didn't notice much.
She wrapped a translucent shawl around her waist and set off for the beach, while her recently milked hubby snoozed away in an air chair.
It was the beach where she again came across earl. This time she could clearly see he was paying a lot of attention to the group of exhibitionists in the dunes. This daring display of public sex which Earl was stroking himself to reminded her of the woods and beaches where she'd fucked before married life got boring.
Yet here was a replica of the man she'd love, the man she'd had amazing passionate sex with.
She placed her self down beside him as he noticed and pretended like he hadn't been jerking it. This was ok as it meant she could take over, grasping his cock as she rested her lips on his.
Of all the noises he made, none were remotely disapproving. As she began to dampen the light material around her midriff, she knew she wanted to taste him. She began to suck. She was no sex goddess, but to Earl, his first blowjob ever was automatically. He didn't take long to grown out and fill her mouth up with hot liquid. She swallows it all not much to her pleasure, but just as she thought it was the "done thing"
Earl lay there, begining to realise that something "wrong" had happened, but also chuffed to have had a sexual interaction with a real woman.
Hortense
- 23.09.2020
- 7
- 0
Nandita To Nandini
- 3 years ago
- 232
- 0
The holiday beach cabin with mum
- 4 years ago
- 21
- 0
