“No, do them later, after you’ve done here.”
Her hands were now on her body, moving over the area that she wanted me to put the suntan lotion on. When I saw that it was the part of her tits that wasn’t covered by her bikini, I had to smile. Breasts are sensitive, and they do need protecting from the sun, but that was just an excuse. She wanted my hands on them so that I could play with them.
I was now caressing the smooth skin of her breasts. Her nipples were still covered, but what I was doing must be exciting her, because the outline of them was now clearly visible. And it was obvious that they were large. Emma had the bigger tits, but my Mother might have the bigger nipples.
It wasn’t long before my fingers were close to them, and it would be easy for me to push her top down to expose them. But before I could pluck up the courage to act, she spoke.
“Now you can do my legs.”
I was disappointed, and also annoyed with myself. If I hadn’t hesitated, then my hands would now be on her naked tits, and she wouldn’t be asking me to do her legs. But when she moved her slim legs, and her pussy came back into view, I lost interest in her tits. What she had between her legs was the greater prize.
I did put the lotion on most of her legs, but it was done quickly and not very skilfully. I was driven by the need to get my fingers close to her pussy, rather than the need to protect her from the sun.
I was now doing the bit that I’d left until last. The couple of inches at the top of her thighs. As I rubbed the suntan lotion into it, my fingers were brushing the hem of her bikini bottom. I couldn’t believe it, within my reach was what I was yearning for. A hot wet pussy. And my throbbing cock was beginning to think that it was its lucky day. It might soon be pushing into her sweet opening.
If I’d done this before, then my progress would have been quicker. I was only going slowly because I was nervous. I didn’t have the confidence that an experienced lover would have.
I’d delayed long enough. It was now time for my fingers to go higher. After taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I touched her pussy. And I was surprised how soft it felt. When I pushed down harder, and my fingers stretched the material more, she moaned, and it was loud.
Then quickly, she said, “Go higher.”
My fingers were at her opening, but she’d just told me where she wanted them to be. On her clit. Surprisingly, and purely by luck, I found it at the first attempt. And she showed her appreciation by purring. It was an animal like sound, one that I would never forget. I wanted to rub it again, but that was going to be after I’d removed her panties. And while I was doing that, I was going to take my cock out, so that she could see what she was going to get, because this wasn’t going to end until we’d fucked.
But that wasn’t what the gods had planned for us!
“Fuck, he’s back.”
She was now pushing me away from her, with a force that almost made me fall over. And I’d realized who ‘he’ was. It was my Father, but he was supposed to be out until tonight. Fortunately, she’d heard him while he was in the house, so when he joined us in the garden, there was nothing to see.
“We were going to have another round of golf, but it was too hot.”
So that was why he was back early. I love him dearly, but this moment in time, I could happily kill him for putting a stop to what we’d been doing. And despite her big smile, I knew that my Mother was as disappointed as I was, and that she would have helped me to bury the body.
That night, while I was in bed, I thought long and hard about my Mother. So far, we’d kissed passionately, and then I’d had a quick feel of her tits. And today I would have fingered her, if it wasn’t for my Father interrupting us. Three highly erotic times with my Mother, but as exciting as they were, all of them had left me frustrated because they had ended prematurely. I was determined that the next time would be better. It would last longer and we would do more. And to ensure that would happen, I was going to take charge. I was going to seduce her!
The sex had been wonderful, but I was now exhausted. I was forty years old, but I was acting as if I was in my twenties. But that was understandable, because the woman who was in bed next to me was in her twenties. She was only twenty one years old, and I’d wanted to impress her, to show her that I was a better lover than the younger men that she’d dated. And that hadn’t been difficult to do, because her amazing body and angelic face, had excited me so much, that I’d been able to come twice in less than an hour. And she’d climaxed three times.
After snuggling up to me, she said, “That was amazing. I liked the way that you took control, making me your sex toy.”
That was true, I did like to be in charge, because that was the only way that I could ensure that I’d get what I wanted. And that was something that I’d realized when I was eighteen, when I wasn’t getting what I wanted from my Mother.
So I was going to seduce her. But I knew that it wasn’t going to be easy. I was a young man, who had never had a girlfriend, and she was a mature woman, with years of sexual experience. However, what I lacked in skill was compensated by my enthusiasm. I wanted this more than I’d ever wanted anything in my whole life.