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"The wives of your father's mates told me that he was an incorrigible Don Juan, that we should be very careful with his approaches. I decided to check if it was possible to take advantage of his mean character. Your father was away and one afternoon I called him said that I would like to talk to him in private, after work. As you can imagine, he promptly accepted my request and we agreed to meet at his office the next day. As it was so late, there was nobody but him there. I sat in front of his desk and we start talking. I came straight to the point, explaining the reason for my visit. I had carefully planned my speech and he immediately start looking at me with a lustfully with undisguised stares at my body. He was trying to undress me with the eyes and wasn't paying any attention to my words. I finished by saying that promotion was very important to my husband and I was willing to do whatever would be necessary to help him get the position. He looked at me and said, with a sly voice tone of voice,

"My dear Anne, you should be more careful with your words. 'Whatever' is a dangerous word with a vast array of meanings!" As if I was trying to understand what he had said I looked at him in silence for a long time, a trick that you learn at Law Schools to neutralize the opponent. After a while I stood up and headed to the door, certain that he thought I was offended with his not so subtle proposition and had decided to turn him down. I just locked the door and walked back towards him, stopping just a few inches from his chair.

"When I said 'whatever', I truly meant 'whatever' ," I said, and lifted my skirt above my waist. Before leaving to his office I took off my panties and pantyhose and gave him a full view of my naked lower belly. You should have seen his expression, his face was pale and his eyes bulged as if they would pop out of their sockets.

"I said, 'You can think about this as well, if you like it,' turning around and exposing my butt, 'If you really want to enjoy my body, sign my husband's promotion first. And now it's getting late, I need to get back home.' I lowered my skirt and quickly ran away from his office. Needless to say, your father was promoted and I honored my share of the deal."

From time to time Anne said I should start dating girls of my own age. I wasn't interested because I wasn't looking for a serious relationship and Anne provided all the sex I needed. It was clear to me that my mother saw our relation as something that wouldn't last forever. After our conversation during the weekend at the log cabin I understood her reasons but refused to take any action in the way she suggested.

One day when the subject was posed again I said, "It's OK, but the rule should apply to you as well. If you feel responsible for my situation then I feel like I'm preventing any opportunities for you as well."

Anne thought about it for a while (she always liked to consider things carefully) she said, "All right, I don't see any problem. I think you understand the uniqueness of our relationship and you're prepared to face it."

The idea that we could both have other partners was interesting to me since one of my favorite things with Anne was to hear her talk about her past sexual adventures. In the beginning she'd been reluctant to describe them but after a while she became very enthusiastic, telling me all the details.

We didn't talk about the subject again for a long time. To avoid further problems with mom I started dating some girls but instead of being the normal pleasure for a kid in his early twenties, I found it much more of a burden. Among many dates, the furthest I got was a blowjob. Most of the times I spent with my friends in the bar, pretending to Anne that I was dating.

* * *

Nothing more happened until I was twenty-one and my sexual relationship with mom had been going for more than two years, we were invited to the wedding of one of her best friend's daughters. Mom and her friend had been schoolmates at high school. She was from a very rich family from a city five hundred miles north of where we lived.

Being a wealthy family and having just one daughter they decided to give her an unforgettable wedding party. Mom and I went by car; it was an eight-hour drive and Anne and I shared the driving. We left on Friday, very early in the morning, planning to be there by one PM, and arrived roughly on time. It wasn't a house but almost a castle! Crowning a small hill, the property was set in several acres and had an astounding view of the neighboring city. Facing the house there was a huge lawn where a group of people were assembling several large tents. On a level below was a large, oval-shaped swimming pool, with a series of tall Greek columns on one side that hid changing rooms built in white marble.

The family had booked a complete hotel in the neighborhood, hired the staff of a beauty parlor with their outfits to serve the guests, and several buses to ferry people back and forth to the house. Because Anne was the bride's mother's best friend they put her in one of the guest rooms in the house whilst I was in the hotel. It was no big deal, as it was just two nights so I was OK with the arrangements and anyway, I was tired from the drive and slept the whole of the Friday afternoon. In the evening there was a dinner for the family and their closest friends, which both Anne and I were invited to.

The next day was the wedding. I wasn't used to getting dressed up so, feeling like a dog in a collar, I took the bus to the house. When I saw mom my jaw dropped open. She was only wearing light make up and her hair was simply styled, falling freely on her shoulders. Her dress was a sleeveless silk chemise, held up by thin shoulder straps. It was knee- length, dark green matching her eyes and slightly flared at the skirt. She wore a jacket, green as well, embroidered with tiny beads matching the color of the fabric. To add a final touch, she was wearing a set of pearl earrings and a collar. She was, at least at my eyes, the most beautiful woman at the party.

After the ceremony the party began. A small orchestra was playing and a battalion of waiters was waiting on the tables in the marquee. I was sat at a table with people of my own age, whilst Anne was with the family. Most of the guests knew each other so, despite their attempts to include me in the conversation, I felt somewhat left out. The girl sitting beside me was quite interesting, though. She was a bit large for my tastes but attractive. She told me she had recently broken up with her boyfriend who was there with a new girl and seemed to be using me to send some sort of "I don't give a damn" message. To begin with I was afraid it might cause a scene but it seemed that the guy wasn't particularly interested in her so I became more at ease.

After the wedding breakfast the young people and some older ones started dancing. I danced twice with the girl I'd been sitting next to then decided to check how the things were going with mom. I found her in the huge living room with several other people. Anne was sitting on a small couch with a man beside her. He was good-looking and a bit older than she was. They were involved in what seemed to be a deep conversation, mom looking at him with a friendly smile. I turned around and went back to where the young people were. Sitting there thinking about how the situation might possibly develop gave me a hard-on. After a while II went back to the living room and found mom alone. She immediatly noticed the look on my face.

"What's wrong? Have you been drinking?" She put a hand in my forehead then took me by the hand. "Let's walk a little, it will be good to you."

Who was that guy?" I asked as soon as we were out of earshot of other people.

"It's the bride's godfather, he arrived this morning."

"It seems you like him..."

"Oh yes! He's a very fascinating person...." She was clearly embarrassed.

"Are you interested in him?"

"It's hard to say. He's nice but we just talked for a short while. But it was enough to notice he seemed interested in me."

I was steering Anne along the path that led to the swimming pool. When we reached a secluded spot I grabbed mom and tried to kiss her.

"Hey, what are you doing? Stop! If someone finds us there will be a big scandal!"

"Just give me a kiss." She relented and we kissed passionately. I opened the zipper at the back of her skirt and put my hand inside. Instead of her usual pantyhose I felt the softness of her panties.

"Have you changed you mind about wearing a garter belt?" I asked.

"These are thigh-high stockings, they don't need a garter belt."

"Let me see." I broke our embrace and stepped backwards. Anne looked around a last time checking that we were alone and lifted up the skirt, revealing her long legs clad in sheer stockings and small bikini panties. She was visibly surprised by my admiration for her beautiful legs and showed them off to me for a long time. When I held her again her protests were feeble.

"I want you," I said urgently.

"No!"

"Let's go to your room."

"No!"

"C'mon, let's go, I need you. We can say I was a little drunk and you were taking care of me. What's wrong with that? And it's better than if I raise your skirt and fuck you right now..."

"You wouldn't dare!" Anne said. I didn't answer, just pushed her against the wall a started to lift her skirt. I was on the verge of pulling them down when mom surrendered.

"OK, let's go," she whispered. We walked slowly, me pretending to be drunk, and went up the long staircase to the first floor. At the end of the corridor it turned at right angles, her room at the far end. I removed my jacket and shoes and loosened my tie.

"Lay on the bed, I'll be back soon," she said. It was a long time before she returned and I began to think she had changed her mind but eventually she came back holding a cup and a washcloth.

"Take it, it's an effervescent antacid, remember you're drunk..." She locked the door and removed her dress, leaving her only in bra, panties and the thigh-high stockings. The bra was the type without shoulder straps. She lay down by my side.

"You'd better take your clothes off," she said, "it wouldn't be good to show up later with them all wrinkled. I don't know who is the most foolish, you or me. I guess it's me that should have more common sense."

I didn't answer, just kissed her on the lips and forced my tongue into her mouth. I removed her bra and panties, leaving her stockings on and started kissing her body. I kissed her breasts, paying special attention to her hard nipples, and slid slowly down in the direction of her lower belly. Anne was trying to choke back her groans and moving her torso while I worked with my tongue in her snatch. Lubricating my finger in her pussy, I inserted it into her rectum. Whilst I sucked and licked her pussy I worked my finger into her shithole.

"Now I want you in me," she murmured.

"Tell me what you want," I teased.

"I want you to fuck me... I want to feel my pussy filled with your cock. All the way... right now!"

I climbed on top of her, directing the tip of my prick at her pussy and pressed. With my dick deeply embedded in her body I took hold of mom and rolled over so she was on top of me. She started a sensuous movement with her hips and covered my mouth with hers in a passionate French kiss. I slid a hand over her back down to her ass cheeks and inserted a finger in her butt again. She stopped swaying and moaned heavily with the sudden invasion of her butt hole but then took up the pace once more.

"Do you want to fuck that guy?" I asked her. She didn't answer and I probed her more deeply with my finger.

"Tell me."

"You want me to do that?"

"Yes"

"Then I'll do it."

"And how would you do it?"

"I don't know. Let me talk to him again. I don't think it would be difficult, he seems very interested. We just need to find a way..."

"But you have to tell me everything. You promise?" I was too excited and even trying to keep myself back it didn't took to long to fill mom's womb with a load of warm jism. As soon as my dick softened I took it out and we lay side-by-side, still panting heavily. We stayed that way for a long time, listening to the distant sounds of the party.

"Is there anything wrong?" I asked, feeling that there was something behind her silence.

"I was thinking that you should be down there partying with the other young people and not here in bed with your own mother," she answered.

I had faced this a couple of times before, mostly when there were young people around.

"Listen Mom, I'm not interested in other girls. All they really want is to find a nice guy to marry. I don't want to waste my time with a relationship that doesn't mean anything to me. I've got the rest of my life to worry about things like that."

She knew I was serious and didn't question me anymore. We dressed and went back downstairs to the party. I spotted mom's friend talking to some other people and she steered me to the front door. I was doing my best to pretend to be still a little drunk, walking slowly with glazed eyes until Mom put me in the bus back to the hotel

It took me a long time to fall asleep, imagining Anne and her friend. I regretted my suggestion and even considered going back to the party but I didn't want to make mom even more concerned about our relationship. On one hand I was cursing the idea of nearly forcing mom to fuck another man. I was sure that she was agreeing partly to open up our relationship. On the other hand it was pretty exciting to imagine what she and him might be doing at that moment.

Eventually I fell asleep and woke up late the next morning. I quickly dressed and rushed back to the house. Mom was sat in the garden at a table talking to her friend. When I approached mom asked if I was feeling OK now and her friend asked me to sit with them and have breakfast.

I was dying to know what had happened the previous night but other people arrived and mom got involved in the conversation while my impatience increased with every second. Anne seemed so at ease, looking fresh as if she had had a quiet night's sleep. She was wearing a light, sleeveless cotton summer shirtdress. She hadn't put on any make up and her hair fell freely over her shoulders. After what seemed an endless time some of the people went back to their rooms to pack up and others decided to try the swimming pool. I was desperate to be alone with mom and was doing my best to disguise my bad mood. Mom's friend thought this was due to a hangover and came with the solution:

"Anne, why don't you show Mark the observatory? He'll enjoy the view".

At both ends of the large living room there were wooden staircases that led up to wide corridors. The south side was where the bedrooms were and the north one led to another staircase, much narrower than the other and ending in a door. Mom opened it and we entered a round, domed room. It was an astronomical observatory equipped with an old telescope. Astronomy was the hobby of my mom's friend's grandfather, the man who built the house at the start of the 20th century, but now the pollution and city lights made the telescope useless. Whilst I examined the instrument I asked mom,

"So, how was it?"

"It was all right," she answered, showing some embarrassment. I pretended not to notice.

"You went to bed together?" She blushed and nodded. I came close and hugged her, kissing her lightly on the lips.

"Hey, what is going on?" I said, "Remember our deal?"

"Well... " She began reluctantly." When I got back to the party he was waiting for me. We talked for a while about ourselves and then he took hold of my hand and invited me to dance. While we were dancing he said he'd like to see me alone. I said that would be difficult since he was leaving in the morning. He said that when I went to bed I should put a piece of paper under my door so he didn't knock on the wrong one. We danced until the party finished around midnight.

"I went back to my room, got undressed and waited for him. Soon there was a light knock on my door and opened it. He was delighted to find me naked! We had sex until dawn when he went back to his own room. He'd told me he needed to leave early in the morning and besides, it would be very embarrassing if someone had see him sneaking out of my room!"

"And how was it?" I probed.

"It was very good, he is a nice person..."

"Did you both do everything?"

"Yes, well... almost everything. When he tried to take me from behind it was very painful. He has one of the biggest and thickest dicks I've ever seen and we didn't have any Vaseline. After the first few strokes he felt was hurting me and gave up. As far as I remember that was the first time I couldn't take someone from behind. He is really huge! My butt is still stinging."

I had such a strong erection my balls aching. I approached Mom and held her by the waist.

"Are you angry with me?" she asked.

"No, there's nothing wrong, I'm pretty excited." And I forced my pelvis against her belly. She smiled and we exchange a series of short kisses. When I tried to raise her skirt she protested.

"Not here... Follow me."

Opposing the tower door there was another one. We stepped in, it was dark but I could see a spiral staircase going upwards. There was a bolt, which mom drew back and we went up to a small balcony on the roof.

"It's safe here, my friend and I used to come here to sunbathe naked she asked to have this bolt fitted so no one could surprise us in the buff," Anne explained. The west side faced the garden and the swimming pool. At the other side the ground sloped some ninety feet almost vertically to street level with an astounding view of a nearby city park.

I came close to mom and immediately started unbuttoning her dress. Soon she was naked and we were exchanging passionate French kisses. I lowered my pants and without a care shoved my dick into her soaked pussy. We were both highly excited and it didn't take too long for me to fill her womb with a long sequence of spurts. After that Anne asked for a handkerchief. I didn't have one so she wiped her thighs, pussy and my dick with her own panties, which became so wet she couldn't put them back on. I slipped them in my pocket and we returned to the front lawn.Anne's friend told me that she wanted to have a private conversation with her and they disappeared for a long time. When they came back Anne had changed her clothes. She was wearing jeans and a shirt, ready to travel. The lunch was delayed and when we eventually started back home it was getting dark. As a result of our previous evening's activities, mom went to straight to sleep and I drove in silence, only stopping to stretch my legs and refuel the car.

Anne was afraid of the last stretch. It would be 250 miles and the road was under construction for the last part. She didn't have any appointments the next day so we decided that best thing to do was to find somewhere to sleep and start again early the next morning. A guy at a gas station told us about a small hotel at the sea front some miles away.

We arrived there at sunset and it being an off-season Sunday afternoon we were the only guests. The hotel was nice and they gave us a room on the third floor facing the ocean. All the rooms had a large deck separated them from the surrounding rooms for greater privacy.

I was tired and took a quick nap until Anne woke me up for dinner.

We went downstairs and had a good seafood dinner and then went back to our room. Going out onto the deck. We looked out over the ocean with only the room lights for illumination. Mom was quiet and I guessed she was thinking of her previous night's adventures.

"Mark, there's something I want to tell you," she said, "that guy...well, he invited me to spent a weekend with him."

"That's OK," I said.

"Are you sure that you're not uncomfortable with that?"

"No, we already talked about it. I've just one question. Is he single?"

"My friend told me he is divorced but has a long-term relationship with a woman."

"Listen, I don't want to ruin your plans, but don't forget the last time you get involved with a married man. I'm not saying that you shouldn't do whatever you want, but just be careful. You're free to date anyone. There's nothing wrong if tomorrow, while we're travelling, or even at home, you find someone interesting. If you're looking for a stable relation you should look for someone that is as free as you are and can reciprocate it. I'm sure that you had enough experience of waiting for that man to find a space in his agenda or in his family affairs to be with you for a couple of hours once a while."

"You're absolutely right," was all she said. May be she was expecting more support from me but it wouldn't have been honest to give her a false opinion just to please her.

"Anne, I want you to give me a completely honest answer to this question: are you tired or bored with our relationship?"

"No! Not by any means," she exclaimed. "As a matter of fact I've never been so sexually satisfied. My only concern is about you. Sometimes I feel like I'm keeping you away from a normal life, dating girls; the kind of behavior one expects from a young man of your age."

"Mom, I wouldn't like to go over that again. I told you, I don't have any plans for a stable relationship. First of all I still have two years left at college, second, I don't see myself married and taking care of a bunch of kids. What's wrong with that?" She didn't answer. I came close to her and held her in my arms.

"This is a wonderful moment," I said, "why don't we enjoy it instead of talking about it so much? We could stay here till noon tomorrow instead of leaving early and go down on the beach."

"But I don't have a swimsuit, and neither do you.."

"That's no problem, you can wear panties and bra, they looked like a bikini. I can wear my shorts. You can leave a message with your secretary to say where you are."

After she'd thought about it, mom agreed enthusiastically to my suggestion. It seemed that I'd been able to get around the storm once more. I just doubted how many more times I would be able to do it. We started kissing each other with growing excitement and at the same time I begun to unbutton her blouse.

When the blouse was off I broke our kiss and at that moment, looking over her head to the huge boulder I saw someone moving. It seemed as if he was looking for a better position to see us. Instead of being angry that stranger was spying on Anne and I it increased my excitement. Without telling her about our audience, I unfastened her belt and pulled her jeans down. After another hot kiss I whispered in her ear:

"Don't look now but there's someone looking at us from over by the boulder."

"Are you sure?"

"Oh yes. I can see him moving so he can see us better. Do mind him watching us?"

"If you don't mind I don't mind either."

"He'll see you completely naked, do you know what I mean?"

"No bra, no panties, no nothing..." she answered with a sly smile. Putting her hands on my chest she pushed me backwards and with a sensual movement unclasped her bra. Then she placed her thumbs in the waist of her panties and very slowly pushed them down. It was clear that she was having great fun exposing her naked body to the unknown man behind the boulder, who must have had a great view.

Coming close again she grabbed my shirt and pulled it up in a rush. I held her in my arms again, feeling her hard nipples poking against my chest. We exchanged another kiss and then I began to kiss her breasts. In spite of her age her breasts were still firm, probably due to their not being too large. The small dark brown nipples were really hard. I took one in my mouth her body shivered as I sucked it avidly. I worked on her tits for a long time, taking special care with her nipples. I kissed downwards towards her belly, loving her soft skin, and inserted the tip of my tongue in her navel. Then, kneeling in front of her I parted her cunt lips. Immediately my nostrils were assailed by the exquisite scent from deep within her body; a unique mixture of urine, sweat and sex juice. Anne leant backwards, supporting herself with her elbows over the handrail. She opened her legs and bent her knees, pushing out her lower belly.

After enjoying the close-up of her cunt and smelling its wonderful odors I couldn't stand anymore and placed my mouth over her snatch. She held my head and pulled it against her. I worked on her pussy for a long time, alternating long licks from top to bottom with inserting my tongue in the crevice and sucking her small clitoris. Mom lost any restraint and was moaning and panting so loudly that anyone in the courtyard could have heard the sounds of her excitement.

She not only pulled my head against her body but also pushed her lower body forward and swayed it in a high sensual way. Her excitement made her body shiver uncontrollably in countless shock waves. I felt her body stiffen and a strange, hoarse sound came from her. It seemed as if she was on the verge of fainting as her body relaxed. I stood up quickly and held her in my arms. Her eyes were glazed, her mouth open and she was breathing heavily, like someone who had just emerged from a pool after a long swim. She placed the arms around my neck and I supported her weight on my body.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"Y-e-s... I'm ... My...God... you almost killed me," she said, still panting. "I've never had an orgasm like that. I don't think I can walk..." she added.

We stayed there exchanging caresses for some time. Anne was sated but I was still aroused, my dick aching inside my tight jeans.

"Let's go back inside." I suggested and, holding mom by the waist, we headed back to our room.

When we were there she said, "Wait a moment," and went back on the balcony. She returned holding her clothes. "Our show wasn't complete," she said. "He didn't see my front properly..."

I was already naked and pulled her over me on the bed. She grabbed my cock and began to suck it as if it was a lollipop, licking it from the top of the knob down to the base of the shaft, alternating her tongue with little bites.

"Let me drink your sap," she whispered, first taking the knob in her mouth and then the full length of the shaft. She accelerated the up and down movements of her head, combining it with hand strokes. It usually takes me some time to cum with a blow job but I was so excited that I felt the eruption from my balls and then it was flowing continuously into Anne's mouth. As usual she drank it all without missing a drop. After we were both satisfied she came close to me and I held her in my arms the way we did every night.

"Oh my God, I'm becoming a debauched woman."

"Why are you saying that?"

"Besides having a love affair with my own son I'm doing all the nasty things a normal human being considers unacceptable, things like we did on the deck."

"And what's wrong with that?"

"I don't know, and it really doesn't matter. It's interesting, I was thinking about it. With you I have a degree of freedom that I've never had before with any other men. I mean things like the way we talk, I was always very careful, I never asked to be " fucked" or said "fuck me in the ass". It was always "put it in me" or "take me from behind". With you everything seems so natural, not only the language but our actions as well. I don't feel uncomfortable or inhibited telling you about my past or sharing the things I'm doing such as last night. I remember the first time I told you about the things I have done. I said to myself: 'my son will start thinking that his mother is the worst kind of slut'. Then I figured that talking about my past wasn't any worst than giving my body to you!"

"You don't need to worry; I love you the way you are. There's nothing wrong with what we are doing. I don't care about what other people think, I'm happy and I believe you are happy too. That's what really counts. I love your stories. This afternoon when I was driving I started thinking about what happened yesterday and I came to a conclusion that it would be perfect if I could watch."

"Really? You would like to see me... having sex with someone else?"

"Yes, would be good. What do you think? Is it too crazy?"

"Oh, no! There's nothing wrong, if you like it...Do you know what amazes me? How similar our ideas about sex are. Yesterday, when you said that it would be all right for me to have sex with that man I was concerned with your behavior afterwards. The majority of people are very possessive about their partners, only a few are capable of enjoying sex to its fullest extent and the reason is, one must get rid of some ancient rules. It is not easy, for me it was very difficult to understand at first."

"And how did it happen?"

"I know that you are going to be surprised. It was that man I told you was my great love!"

"You're right. It's hard to believe."

"That's the beauty of it. He taught me how to separate love and sex. For him you love just one person but sex is a physiological necessity, like breathing or eating. One day we were talking and he said that since he traveled very often it was OK if, instead of masturbating to satisfy myself, I looked for someone else to do it. In the beginning I was very upset with him and we almost broke up. I was seventeen, deeply in love with him, and it wasn't easy to understand. The other think I learnt form him was how to discuss a subject in a theoretical level. It very much helped me in my job. We returned to the subject a couple of times and one day he challenged me. He said that I should have an experience and then I would see for myself if was able to do it or not. I reluctantly agreed and we didn't mention the subject for some time.

"One day, he asked me to come to his apartment on a certain afternoon. There he introduced me to his best friend, the helicopter pilot that died on the same flight as him. After the introductions he explained to me why his friend was there and asked if I was ready for the test. You can understand my embarrassment but I agreed. He left the apartment saying that he would be back in a couple of hours. To cut a long story short I had sex with his friend and afterwards he and I had one of the hottest sex sessions of our lives. He make me promise that I would try to do it by myself."

"And your lover?"

"It was completely different; I have it very clear now. He never loved me, he was a frustrated man, married to a woman that never fully satisfied him and at a certain moment he found someone willing to do it."

We were both tired and mom come close to me. I turned off the lamps and we went straight to sleep, soothed by the sound of the wind and waves.

* * *

As usual I woke up earlier than mom. I enjoyed those moments because they were a unique opportunity to look at her. When she was awake she didn't like it, saying that I would notice the wrinkles around eyes. I always replied that the few wrinkles added beauty to her face. We'd slept with all the windows opened, the room was enough light to allow me a long and close examination of that wonderful woman peacefully asleep in her glorious nakedness. I thought about all that happened in the last two days and that was enough to cause an immediate hard-on.

I then start kissing her face and massaging her tits. Slowly she opened her eyes and I pressed my lips against hers. I rolled over her body and pointed my prick at her pussy. In spite of being dry her vagina engulfed my dick until it was deeply embedded in her body. I did my best to make our sex session last as long as I could. I fucked my mother's ardent sex box slowly and we exchanged kisses and caresses until neither of us could stand anymore. Anne had had several orgasms when eventually I poured my semen into the deepest of her womb.

After breakfast we bought suntan oil and borrowed an umbrella and an icebox from the hotel and headed for the beach. There was no one around; but even so we decided to walk a quarter of a mile from the hotel. A tall sand dune separated the beach from a shallow saltwater lake so we didn't think we'd be disturbed. Anne said she was OK with someone spying on her providing there was a safe distance between them! Her panties looked enough like bikini bottoms but my briefs were clearly not swimming trunks! I spread oil over her body and she did the same with me. It was a hot day and after a while we decided to bathe. Once soaked, her underwear became almost transparent, also the elastic in the waistband wasn't strong enough and every time she was hit by a wave her panties slid down, partially uncovering her butt.

"Why don't your take them off," I said on the way back to the umbrella, "It doesn't make much difference."

"OK, but you must promise not to misbehave. It would be hard to explain if someone catches us fooling around here!" I promised and she took off the panties.

"I didn't know you like to show off your body!" I said.

"Well, there is nothing wrong with it. It's good to know there's someone enjoying the sight of your naked body."

"And do you do it very often?"

"Sometimes, but never at home."

"And why not at home?"

"Sometimes it can be dangerous. I friend of mine once called me. She was very scared. She told me that she was in the habit of walking about nude at home without closing the windows. Then she began to get calls from a woman threatening her, saying that if my friend didn't stop exhibiting her body to the woman's husband she would throw acid on her.

"When was the last time you did it."

"Not long ago, when I was travelling on business. I was checking in at the hotel and the woman at the front desk, after giving me the key, advised me to take care since the men in the an apartment building across the street used to spy on the guests, so I would be better if I kept the curtains closed. When I came back from my work I remembered the advice. With the lights off I looked through the curtains and, as she'd said, there were several men at the windows opposite with their lights off. There was even one who had a telescope! I decided to have some fun and opened the curtains, pretending not noticed the men, and turned on the lights.

"To tease them as much as I could I remove each peace of clothing slowly. I walked about without my blouse, then took off my skirt and panty hoses then, to their frustration, I went to the bathroom! After a long shower I returned to the room wrapped in a towel, let it fall and showed off my naked body. I stayed naked for a long time because I decided to call your grandma and she talks endlessly as you know. I laid on the bed and rolled over several times giving them an eyeful of both sides of my body. I'm sure that day they were rewarded for the times everyone else closed the curtains."

It was very hot and we were sipping sodas. Suddenly mom said, "I'd better go to water, I need to pee..."

"Why don't you do here?"

"Do want to see me do it?" I nodded and she sat on the edge of the towel, her torso supported by her arms, her legs apart. Her pussy was tight in spite of having had three children but sitting in such a position her cunt lips were parted, showing a little bit of the pink inside. After some moments a weak stream started to dribble from her then quickly it became a strong flow and she pissed for a long time. Afterwards she wiped her pussy with the towel.

"Do you have another man who you could have an adventure with?" I asked her.

"Maybe, I'm not sure."

"And who is he?"

"One of my clients, we've been working together for over a year."

"Why do you believe he is a potential lover?"

"Intuition, experience I suppose. I've caught him looking at me several times and he almost always goes red in the face. His company's headquarters are in another city and every time he comes to ours he calls me to make sure I'll be there. It's funny because in our first meeting we had a big argument. He said I was wrong about a clause and I wasn't. But after that we've had good dealings."

"Do you like him?"

"Oh yes, he is very interesting. Younger than I am, maybe late thirties, early forties. A little bit shy but I'm sure that if I give him a chance he would grab it."

We chatted for a while until she decided to take another dip in the ocean. After looking around for any strange men she stood up. She stepped slowly over the soft sand, her ass swaying in a very sensuous way, quite different from the way she usually walked in her high heels. She gave me another unforgettable view when she came out . Her body was lightly tanned and glistened wetly under the sun. I couldn't resist standing up to hold her in my arms. She put both arms around my neck and leant her body against mine.

"You know that you looked like a goddess emerging from the sea?"

"Really? You're so sweet!" I kissed her lightly in the lips and she clung to me, her rock hard nipples trying to puncture my chest. She slowly rubbed her lower belly against my crotch.

"Anne, I love you!" I told her.

"I love you too and you don't know how much I like it when you call me Anne. I feel like another woman, not your mother, just your girlfriend, your lover..."

"I was thinking about that," I said, "there are three different Annes: the sweet mother that took good care of me when I was young, the serious attorney, and the third one, my favorite, when you're hot and horny. Sometimes I hate the fact that I'm your son."

"Why? What's wrong with that?"

"If you weren't my mother I would like to marry you and put a baby inside your belly."

"We both know that's not possible," she said and I heard a bit of anger in her voice, though she didn't stop grinding her belly against me while we spoke. In spite of making me promise to behave she was doing her best to arouse me.

"Why don't we go back to the hotel, there's a couple of things that I want us to do together," I said.

Well, you have a small round hole hidden between these two wonderful mounds," I said, stroking her ass. "I want to kiss it until you cry and afterwards I will insert my cock very slowly, inch by inch. When it's all the way inside I will fill you with thick, warm jism. Talking about that, how is it doing?" Her body was shaking and she pressed her body hard against me.

"Just a little bit sore, nothing that will stop you. Let's go." We quickly packed our stuff, mom dressed in her panties and tee shirt and we rushed back to the hotel. In our room she quickly removed the panties and tee shirt again and hugged me.

"We can shower later," she said breathlessly, "now I need you very badly. I feel like my insides are melting. I never felt so horny in all my life." I quickly removed my clothes and we lay on the bed, our bodies slippery with the oil.

"Please take me!" she pleaded, coming close to me and inserting my cock in her flooded pussy. I decided to tease her a little more and allowed her to insert only the knob inside her..

"You need to tell me what you want us to do," I said, moving my body backwards a little to avoid going deeper.

"I ... I want you to fuck me... fuck me ... push your prick deep in my body... I want to feel you all the way inside me... your knob hitting my uterus. Before you fill my butt with your cream I want to feel it burning my insides. Please fuck me, I'm going crazy... if you don't do it RIGHT NOW I'll go downstairs naked and ask for the first man I find to fuck me!"

With a single thrust I shoved my prick into her and started pumping. "Is that what you want?"

"Oh yes, fuck me... fuck me... more..." she cried. I pumped her with violence, shoving it all the way in her snatch. When our bodies touched it sounded like someone being slapped. She was crying so loudly that someone walking in the corridor could have heard her moans. She grabbed me by the hair and we kissed passionately, our tongues snaking into each other mouths. and I felt my cum, like melted lead being spurted in the inmost of her body. Her body shook like She was in a trance, her throat emitted strange noises like someone choking and her nails raked the skin of my back. Then Anne remained still for so long time with the eyes shut that I thought she'd fainted, breathing heavily, but then she slowly came back to life.

"I think I'm turning in an hysterical old bitch..." were her first words.

"Never say that again!" I told her, "You are a sexy and horny woman, that's all. And I love the way you are. My little lover!" My dick was still semi-erect and embedded in her pussy.

"Oh my God! I don't know what's wrong with me, I'm always horny. This fire never seems to go out!"

"Its OK, I'll do my best to help you."

"Seriously, I don't know what's going on. Yesterday we had sex, I had sex with that man, slept for just a few hours and during the shower I was so excited that I needed to satisfy myself!"

"Do you do that very often?"

"After the first time with you was the first time I ever did it! Now let's have a shower." We showered together, cleaning each other's others body thoroughly.

"There's still something we must do," I said. She didn't answer and we returned to the bed. She lay on her belly with her legs open. I parted her ass checks and gazed at her back opening then placed my mouth over her anal ring, forcing my tongue into the hole. Mom sighed, her buttocks covered in goose bumps. I repeated the movement, forcing my tongue further into her ass and felt her bottom being thrust against my face. For a long time I tongue fucked Anne's ass while she swayed her buttocks slowly and moaned. When my tongue was aching I picked up the lotion bottle and poured a generous amount over her back opening. After lubricating a finger I inserted it into Anne's rectum. She moaned in ecstasy with the rectal massage. I continued it for a long time, working my finger in her tight hole, admiring her lotion-covered anus. I withdrew my index finger and put three fingers together back into her anus. Mom humped her butt and moaned but did not complained about the invasion.

After working my fingers for some time I decided that now was the proper moment to replace the fingers with my prick. I lay on my back and asked Anne to squat over my crotch. This was one of my two favorite positions for anal sex. Mom was squatting over me with her back towards me, one leg on each side of my body. I've found that this is a favorite with many women, since they say they can control the extent of the penis in their rectums. I like it because you can watch the sensuous sway of their butt and your prick inserted in the back door at the same time. It's always fascinating to watch your prick touching the woman's butt hole, feel the pressure of her body against the tip of the knob, and see the sphincter slowly stretching until it's engulfed by her rectum. Not even a virgin pussy is as tight as an anus and the feeling of your dick being squeezed by the anal ring is unequaled.

Silently mom rode my pole like the experienced rider she was. She knew how much I liked that position and did her best to please me, sitting on my prick with it fully inside her and squeezing her anal muscles tightly, raising her torso until only the knob remained inserted and very slowly burying the shaft into her rectum again. I enjoyed the sight of my prick framed by the light brown ring as it disappearing inside mom's shit hole. After my previous orgasm it took me a long time until I was ready for another cum. When she eventually felt that I was close to cumming she lowered her body all the way, sitting on my lower belly and making large circular movements with her hips while I spurted a into her guts.

Afterwards we were both exhausted so we rested a while and then in order to save time we skipped lunch and drove back home.