Part Two
The morning, then early afternoon, passed uneventfully. As the hot Andalusian sun began its first, late afternoon moves towards dusk, Beth spotted Lucas through the vented shutters of her guesthouse, wandering back from the beach.
He was wearing the same white swimsuit as before and looked so beautiful still — so sexy and bronzed. Beth might have swooned were it not for the fact that walking next to him again, was a dark-haired woman wearing a tiny bikini. She appeared to be in her late forties, rather handsome featured, with a lovely figure. It was clear to Beth that the woman was rather taken with the young boy, touching his arm several times as they spoke. Lucas’s pleasant and innocent-looking smiles made it difficult to tell whether he felt the same way or was even aware of the woman’s doubtless lustful interest. But seeing them together, apparently talking quite happily, forced Beth to acknowledge a twinge of jealousy. Something about that realization wore down her last shreds of familial morality, discretion, and restraint, and she found herself reaching for her mobile phone and texting her sixteen-year-old nephew an invitation to a candlelit dinner for two later that evening …
Later, the dusky, early evening sun had changed to a black, moonlit sky. In her floor-length bathroom mirror, Beth took her time dressing for dinner. Her high-waisted, high-leg cut, cheeky-back black panties — droplets of perfume placed in the front panel — contrasted nicely with her smooth, bronzed skin and silver-white hair. They were delicate and very brief, and given her fleshy hips, the very narrow sides created a slight bulging, though not enough to dampen her courage to wear them for what the mature woman thought might be a very special occasion. The matching bra with its wide straps – more droplets of perfume in the large cups — was supportive enough for someone her size but still pretty. Cocking her head, she approved of the way it supported her balcony of formidable decolletage. Semi-sheer silk stockings, with broad bands at the upper thigh, were next, followed by the final, potential obstacle to feeling genuinely sexy — the relatively snug fit of her rather short, rather low-cut, little black cocktail dress. With some effort, Beth shimmied and swiveled her hips, drawing it over her womanly hips and ripe behind. Zipped up and assessing herself in profile, she was grateful for having had the will to resist too many tasty indulgences that week. Although there was a bit of a feminine belly visible, her tummy was still relatively flat, which only made her cantilevered bust-to-waist ratio even more pronounced — the kind of ratio that prompted both men and women alike to wonder to themselves, how does she not fall forward?
Perfumed, with well-coiffed hair, earrings, silver open-toed heels, and ruby red lipstick in place — the wrinkles around her still luminous eyes obscured as best as possible — she took one last look and then froze.
‘What are you doing??’ she thought to herself whilst staring at her provocative reflection in the mirror. ‘He’s a sixteen-year-old boy, for god’s sake! Worse, he’s your sister’s child!’
A brief, momentary crisis of conscience followed. She sighed and stood in pensive silence, looking over at her chic purse, remembering her trip to the Pharmacia earlier that day, and the awkward conversation with the female pharmacist behind the counter. The young girl had tried so hard to understand Beth’s limited Spanish and be helpful – “Tiene … condoms? Condoms … muy muy grande? Tiene lubricación para … el sexo? “Um, el … pene de mi amante es … gigantesco.” In the end, the blushing young girl had discreetly directed Beth to a shop that sold sexual paraphernalia across the street, and the XXXL-size condoms — the front of the box adorned with the image of an elephant’s trunk — and sexual lubricant, were now tucked inside her small purse. Finally, after much agonizing, she defaulted to self-interest and the thinnest of rationalizations — life was short, he was adopted, she cared very much for him, and passionate lovemaking had been too long denied to her. There was also the fact that Lucas was blessed, or perhaps cursed, with an equine-sized penis. Perhaps owing to the very modest size of her ex-husband’s sex, the silver-haired matron’s feminine curiosity was beyond stirred, inspiring a strange mix of fear and lust. If it happened at all, it would be because they were two consenting people who both wanted physical intimacy. She grabbed her purse and left for the restaurant.
Beth arrived to find her handsome young companion for the evening already seated. The ambiance in the restaurant was as she’d hoped — intimate, quiet, elegant, and darkly lit. Lucas looked so boyishly handsome in his indigo-blue blazer, stylish jeans, and black V-neck t-shirt. He held the chair for her, obviously impressed with the way she looked. She smiled at him like a proud, beaming mother, kissing him softly on the cheek.
“You look … unbelievably beautiful, Auntie Beth,” gushed Lucas in his adorable accent.
“Why thank you, kind sir,” she replied with a warm smile, adding with a playful giggle, “You look positively good enough to eat, but I think I’ll have a salad just the same.”
Beth ordered a cocktail to start. It being southern Spain, Lucas was able to order a glass of red wine. Beth felt immensely more relaxed once the gin began to take effect. They opted for tapas and, sitting closely, enjoyed a lovely dinner, several glasses of wine, and delightful conversation, for what seemed to both like an hour but was more than three. However inappropriate, the signals were there in spades — intense eye contact, playful flirtation, innuendo, knowing glances, and warm smiles. Beth placed her hand atop Lucas’s several times, and restaurant staff would be forgiven for being confused about the true nature of their relationship — mother and son? Teacher and student? Grandmother and grandson? May-December lovers?
Despite his boyish innocence and latent shyness, it would have been clear to any observer that Lucas was absolutely smitten with his aunt. He listened intently to her stories, laughed at her amusing anecdotes, and was often gushing in his praise. After more wine than he was used to, he also became increasingly transparent in the way he looked at her, admiring the agreeable way she filled out her little black dress.
For Beth, the confluence of romantic forces was irresistible — the wine, the romantic setting, the enchanting conversation, and the gorgeous and doting young man who made her feel like the center of his world at that moment, made her feel sexier than she probably ever had. It was a lethal mix, and her panties became so wet during dinner she worried Lucas might detect a strong feminine scent emanating from between her stockinged thighs.
“This is so nice,” said Lucas sweetly. “I don’t want this evening to end.”
Beth paused for a moment and then threw caution to the wind.
“Well, it doesn’t have to, you know,” she said and then paused. “Would you like to come back to my guesthouse with me?” she asked.
Lucas blushed so deeply that it was apparent even in the dim candlelight.
“Oh, my goodness,” gushed Beth, wearing a bright-eyed smile. “You’re blushing! Do you have any idea how adorable you look when you blush?”
“Of course, it’s late,” he stammered wearing a sheepish grin, his cheeks crimson. “I would be happy to … to walk you back to your suite.”
If it was possible, in that very moment, Beth found him as sweet, innocent, and adoringly cute as she did irresistibly sexy. She leaned forward, took his trembling hand in hers, looked at him with a warm, affectionate smile, and whispered.
“No, silly — I meant so that we can make love.”
Lucas swallowed a dry-mouthed swallow. The handsome boy’s nervousness brought out the nurturing mother in Beth. She gently took his large, warm hand in hers.
“Oh, sweetie … it’s okay. I promise,” she said in a soft, reassuring tone, gently brushing a lock of his black hair from his brow. “Please don’t be shy or feel bad or afraid. It’s just two people who care very deeply for each other and want to express those feelings physically. The best sex really is about expressing love and wanting to provide physical pleasure to someone you care about. It will be our little secret, darling. I promise. No one else ever needs to know.”
She placed her hand gently under his chin and lifted his bashful, downcast eyes to hers.
“Don’t you want to go to bed with me, darling?” she asked.
“Oh my god, yes, so much,” came the quick response. “But … “
“But what?” she continued, suppressing her excitement.
“But, I … I don’t want to hurt you, Auntie Beth.”
His concern was so genuine, it was all Beth could do not to smother him with tender, maternal kisses.
“Oh, my darling, please don’t worry about that, okay?” she said, playfully tapping the end of his nose with the long nail of her index finger. “You let me worry about that, okay?”
After Beth signed over the bill to her room, Lucas gallantly held her chair for her. The sight of her from behind — the narrow, cinched waist, wide hips, and voluptuous derriere — made his young heart quicken.
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My sweet,” said Beth. “I’d like to go back to my suite, freshen up a bit, and change into something a little more comfortable. Would you be a very kind gentleman and allow me about twenty minutes before you come round?”
“Of course!” stumbled Lucas.
“Thank you, sweetie — I know, women can be so silly sometimes.”
Beth kissed Lucas on the cheek and left.
Back at her Parador, half nester, half seductress, Beth quickly set about creating the proper atmosphere for a deliciously romantic evening that would, hopefully, end in passionate lovemaking — large, scented candles, soft, Brazilian bossa nova music in the background, chilled champagne, and large throw pillows scattered all around the spacious sectional sofa and across her king-sized canopy bed. For the final touch, she slipped into a very short, semi-sheer black baby doll and matching panties. The colour of her baby doll matched her silk stockings, so she left them on. The lingerie was delicate and light, the semi-sheer fabric revealed the dark shadow of her trimmed maidenhead and the pink, saucer-sized areolae of her breasts.
Beth had just touched up her lipstick and fussed with her hair when there was a soft knock at her door. She took a deep breath and opened the door. Lucas stood tall before her holding a bouquet of roses.
“Oh, you dear! That’s so sweet of you, thank you,” gushed Beth. She found a vase by the window for the flowers, and Lucas seized the opportunity to feast his eyes upon the line down his aunt’s womanly bum.
Beth poured two glasses of champagne, handed one to him, and then sat down among the pillows on the expansive sectional sofa.
“Mmm, yummy,” she cooed, taking a first sip.
Beth smiled and patted the spot on the sofa next to her. “Why don’t you take off your jacket and sit down?”
Lucas, still looking a little bashful and awkward, which Beth found ridiculously cute, did as she asked and settled in beside her. He found her perfume intoxicating and somehow so ‘adult’.
Beth set their glasses down and their eyes met, one of her eyes partially and seductively obscured by her stylish white hair.
“I would like to thank you for your lovely flowers,” she said with allure. “But before I do, I want to make sure it’s alright if I thank you with a kiss.”
Lucas, worried he might not have the power of speech at that moment, silently nodded in the affirmative.
“I’m very glad you don’t mind,” she winked, moving in close and pressing herself against him. “And you must promise me – no ‘auntie kiss’ this time?”
Before Lucas could nod his head in agreement, his eager aunt cupped his face in her hands and pressed her pillowy lips to his. It was a kiss both had been fantasizing about for some time, and it did not disappoint. What began slowly, softly, and tenderly, soon became wet and hungry and passionate, their breathing pronounced. Lucas had never been kissed quite like that before, not really. It was so hungry, so wanton. He was inspired to return the passion. Their kissing got him over the worst of his nerves, but he still couldn’t quite believe what was happening. His aunt’s warm, wet tongue groped his, and he could feel the sleeping giant between his legs awaken in earnest.
“Hold me in your arms, darling,” said Beth. Lucas dutifully took her soft, voluptuous form and held her to him. She adored being held in a man’s arms. It had been so long, she thought she might melt.
After a long, sensual snuggle, Beth got up and straddled his hips. Lucas could feel the heat of her sex through her flimsy panties and his pants. She took his hands and placed them on her soft, curvy behind, then, looking down, pressed the tips of her manicured nails to the top of her brief panties, drawing his attention to the outline of dark pubic hair beneath the thin layer of semi-sheer fabric.
“Do you like the pretty little bow on my panties?” asked Beth coyly. But before the handsome boy was able to comment, she pointed to the one that tied the top of her babydoll.
“And what about this one?” she asked quietly, her tone uncannily feminine. Once again, Lucas wordlessly nodded in the affirmative.
With that, Beth slowly untied the drawstring. A heartfelt “Wow” was all the teenager could manage when her heavy, buoyant breasts were unleashed.
“A bit too big, I know,” said the fifty-something vixen.
“No!” he shot back. “They’re unbelievably beautiful.”
She cupped a heavy breast in her hand and with the other behind Lucas’s neck, brought his sensuous lips to her swollen areola. Though daunted by their size, he eagerly kissed and suckled, first one then the other, causing them to swell and puff up like large, pink, conical caps.
Beth let out a soft moan, tilted her head back, and closed her eyes.
“Oh, that feels wonderful, darling,” she purred. “I love the way you kiss and suckle my breasts. Please, darling … suck them harder.”
Lucas obliged like a hungry, nursing child. Beth moaned, gasping whenever he gently drew his teeth across the swollen tips. Lucas marveled at how weighty and firm they felt in his hands.
A ferocious hunger came over the older woman, and she felt a warm tingling developing in the pit of her belly. She cupped his face in her hands once again and kissed him passionately.
“I can’t believe how gorgeous and sexy you are, and how wet you make me.”
Beth climbed off the young boy’s lap and sat next to him, pressing her large breasts against her handsome young conquest. Gently tracing his ear with the fingers of one hand, and without looking down, Beth slowly drew her other hand down over Lucas’s thigh, towards the inseam of his pant leg, her fingers tentatively exploring, suddenly conscious of the fact that what she was touching had the girth of a can of fizzy drink.
“My god, Lucas — is that all really you??!!”
Indeed, it was. Beth ran her fingers along the length of his pant leg a good halfway to his knee. At the halfway point, she gave the fat shaft a gentle squeeze.
“Good god,” blurted the mature matriarch, genuinely wide-eyed and incredulous.
Lucas carefully assessed her reaction, for this was the moment when most women blanched at the idea of continuing much further, such was the degree of nervousness and fear that invariably followed a closer, more firsthand inspection of his colossal endowment. His albeit limited sexual experience had taught him that a woman’s eyes were almost always bigger than her qium at the moment of truth. But he would not have to wait long for his fears to be dispelled.
“Can you grab Auntie’s purse, sweetie?” she asked, motioning to the small Prada purse sitting by the sofa.
With her purse in his hand, Beth led Lucas by the wrist into the bedroom and had him stand at the end of the bed.
“May I see it, darling?” she asked.
Without waiting for an answer, and while her young charge silently looked on, staring at the breasts he had just tasted, the older matron knelt before the handsome teen, removed his shoes and socks, and unbuttoned his shirt. Then, unzipping his pants, she reached up, slipped her fingers inside the waistband of his pants, and drew them down.
Eleven, rapidly swelling inches of forearm-thick cock dropped out between his parted thighs, the huge head grazing her cheek.
“Pardon my language, darling, but holy fuck!” gasped Beth.
“Does it turn you off or scare you?” the gorgeous young boy asked sheepishly.
“Oh, my darling,” gushed Beth. “No, it doesn’t turn me off, quite the contrary. It does scare me and makes me more than a little nervous, I’ll admit to that,” she added breathlessly. “You have by far the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my life. I mean it’s positively enormous. But no, it’s definitely not a turn-off, darling.”
She moved in closer, still on her knees. Attempting to grasp the shaft with both hands, she gasped out loud once more.
“My fingers don’t even reach all the way around it,” she observed incredulously as if she were speaking to herself. She began to lovingly draw her grip up and down the immense length of it, staring at it, mesmerized.
“My goodness, it’s so powerful-looking and beautiful,” gushed Beth. “Would it be alright if I tried to put it in my mouth?”
Lucas nodded, and Beth leaned closer still, first kissing the side of the shaft, leaving smudges of red lipstick, then enveloping the massive head with her sensual lips. The boy’s head arched back when his aunt’s warm mouth and wet tongue first tasted the tip of his hardening monster. The head was so big she had to be careful not to accidentally draw her teeth across…