Literotic asexstories – Hot Moms Holiday Pt. 01 by Fleuron84,Fleuron84
“Oh Lin, you’re always so dramatic. Didn’t I say I was treating us all to an adventure holiday?” Elaine sipped at her Mai-Tai and smiled pleasantly at her daughter. “Aphrodesia surely qualifies.”
“There are people fucking out there on the beach!”
There sure were, much to the secret delight of Lindsey’s twenty-year-old son, Matt.
He’d gotten used to the tension between the two women since he and his mother had moved in with his grandmother nearly a year ago. It was, after all, a damn sight better than living with the screaming and tears of his parents’ daily arguments. But given the provocation, this mother-daughter argument threatened to spiral out of control pretty quickly.
Grandma had pulled a fast one on Mom, and all three of them knew it. Worse, Matt himself was complicit.
When his grandmother had proposed this trip, he’d done some reconnoitering on the web. What he’d learned about Aphrodesia had shocked him–in the best way. And now that they’d arrived, the place delivered on the promise.
The small villa he would share with his mother and grandmother for the next ten days was luxurious, featuring a breathtaking view of the blue Aegean and a ground-level terrace facing the beach. Out there on that broad strip of white sand guests sunned themselves, strolled in couples or groups, or swam in the warm waters.
Or fucked. Scattered among the late afternoon beach crowd were perhaps two dozen guests who were naked and screwing their brains out.
Matt assumed that most were guests, anyway. Several of the lean, dark, muscular young men engaged in threesomes looked like locals. He wondered if they were resort staff. If so, Aphrodesia really doubled down on the “all-inclusive” part of their advertising.
“I swear, Mother, I would have thought that even you would have more sense of decency than to pull a trick like this!”
The smart thing for Matt to do would be to go back to the bedroom he’d picked as his own and busy himself with unpacking until the confrontation blew over. He couldn’t. He had too much of Grandma’s perverse sense of humor to resist.
“Think the name of the place might have been a clue, Mom?”
Matt’s mother blushed dark crimson, but he noticed that she couldn’t tear herself away from the sight of so many people getting it on in public. Her attention was particularly focused on a couple about fifty feet from them, a busty brunette woman sitting on the lap of a much younger man. The woman looked to be in her mid-thirties, about Lindsey’s age. She was locked in a deep kiss with her partner, her arms around his neck and her hips moving in sensuous little circles as she rose and fell on his cock. Neither displayed the slightest hesitation or shyness about what their public display. Nor, for that matter, did any of the other fucking couples.
Lindsey glowered at her son. “We’re in Greece. I-I thought was a classical reference.”
“I’m sure you did,” Elaine said dryly. She went to perch on the edge of the canopied cypress daybed that stood in the center of the villa’s terrace. And you still believe your father and I found you under a cabbage leaf. Goodness, it’s not like I was being /em> furtive. I sent both of you the resort’s website address when I suggested the place. You can’t be bothered to click on a few links?”
“Mom kinda relied on me to look after the details for both of us,” Matt offered quickly, looking imploringly at Lindsey, “You know I’ve been trying to help out with a lot of the day-to-day since you and Dad split.”
“Yes, you have,” Lindsey agreed, but with an edge to her voice that made him nervous. “And–”
“Matt’s such a good son, isn’t he?” Elaine jumped in helpfully. “You have been terribly, shall we say, scattered these last few months. And that, my dear, is the entire point of this little vacay. Honestly, honey, Bob Carroll was not worth the tears. So get back up on that horse and move on with your life.”
“Like you did after Dad died?” Lindsey glared at her mother. “With that-that pervert, Ross Harrington? No. No, thank you. I’m not you.”
“That much is certain. But it would do you a world of good to try being someone other than Molly Morose. At least for a few days. And, for your information, Ross was a good man. Yes, he was…unconventional. But he damn near saved my sanity after your father passed. He brought me back to life.”
“He certainly introduced you to a new lifestyle.”
Matt sighed and backed off. Better to keep his head down and let this play out. He returned his attention to the beach. Watching strangers getting it on was loads more fun than refereeing the women in his life, anyway. Way safer, too.
The bitter truth was that he didn’t miss his father at all. Dad had been a bully and a cheater. Matt would much rather have Mom to himself. Both of them living with Grandma was icing on the cake.
Because Lindsey and Elaine were both smoking hot babes and, perverse as it might be, being around both of them every day was a horny fantasy come true for Matt.
Both women were youthful, slim, and leggy, with high, firm asses and big tits. And since he’d skipped a semester of school to come home and lend Mom emotional support through the dissolution of her marriage, lucky Matt got to spend every day in close contact with the two sexiest women he knew.
Okay, so his incestuous attractions were more than a little peculiar. Many would say “sick.” But the way he saw it, he was a healthy young guy whose libido was in overdrive at this point in his life, and he’d have to be gay or dead not to lust after the parade of lush sexual allure that his female family members presented.
The women in the family had each married early and weathered maturity well. Blond-haired, emerald-eyed Lindsey was barely old enough to have an adult son. She didn’t look her age. And a stranger would never guess that Elaine was well into her fifties. Aside from the few silver streaks threaded through her long, auburn hair, she could be mistaken for forty.
Elaine did all that she could to hold back the clock with aggressive devotion to exercise and her diet….and, Matt suspected, more visits to her surgeon than she ever admitted.
He’d caught more than a couple of glimpses of his mother naked and could vouch that every inch of her body was as firm and youthful as her lovely face. He hadn’t managed that trick with his grandmother yet, but he’d have loved to examine her physique in close-up detail and at length.
Strangely enough, he found Grandma even more appealing than his mother in some ways. She was sophisticated, outgoing, radiating vitality and sensuality. When her wealthy second husband had crashed his ultralight into a cell tower he’d left her financially set for life. Since then she’d devoted much of her time to adventures and excursions with friends. Hiking Patagonia. Skiing in Switzerland. Shark-diving off the coast of Australia, of all the damn things.
But when Lindsey’s marriage had fallen apart Elaine’s maternal instincts had come to the fore and she’d hopped a plane from somewhere in Cambodia, rushing home to be at her only daughter’s side.
Elaine’s thrill-seeking nature was the reason that when she’d proposed an island getaway for the three of them as a way of shaking Lindsey out of her post-marital depression, Matt had expected that they’d wind up pearl diving in the South Pacific, or something. A quick perusal of the online promotional materials she’d sent him for Aphrodesia Isle Adult Retreat had startled him. This place was way beyond being a simple clothing-optional beach or even a swingers’ club. Aphrodesia was an exclusive, remote, and very expensive haven for folks sharing anything-goes sexual appetites.
“As long as we’re critiquing lifestyles, you could stand to broaden your horizons.” Elaine’s voice took on a sharpness that broke Matt’s reverie. “A year is more than enough time to mourn the wreckage of that marriage. If you ask me, the only thing good to come out of it was Matthew.”
“No one asked you,” Lindsey said bitterly. “You’re so sex-obsessed these days that it shouldn’t surprise me that your idea of my moving on would be fucking anonymous strangers on a beach. Okay, got that. What I can’t forgive is your involving Matt.”
“He’s a man now, something that you really ought to have noticed. ” Elaine winked at Matt in a way that he’d have called flirtatious if she were any other woman than his grandmother. “You only have to be eighteen to visit this place, and he’s, what, twenty-two?”
“Twenty-one,” Matt interjected. “Almost twenty-one, I mean.”
“Jesus, you have one grandchild and you can’t remember his age. You’re unbelievable!” Lindsey turned away, her eyes wandering back to where the couple had been fucking nearby. They were gone. Matt wondered if they’d overheard Mom’s shouting. “Anyway, his age isn’t the problem. It’s creepy for him to be here watching you on the prowl and trying to drag me into your games.”
Elaine drained her glass and stood up. “Very well. If you want to sit in the room and mope for the duration, suit yourself. I, however, am going to make hay while the sun shines. And, hopefully, well after it sets. But I need a shower first. I’ve been sweating in this outfit ever since Heraklion.”
She strolled into the other suite, hips swaying like a pendulum. Matt couldn’t help following her with his eyes. His mother cleared her throat loudly.
“Uh…I think she’s going for the Cool Grandma trophy.” It was a lame joke, but he couldn’t help himself. He was that desperate to defuse the situation.
“Don’t you even!” Lindsey snapped. “And don’t pretend you didn’t know all about this place. You went along with it. You let her spring this on me. What the hell were you thinking? Oh, never mind. I can guess. Kid in a candy store.”
Matt stared at the tiles of the terrace deck. Seeing his embarrassment, his mother softened her tone. “Matt, honey, you’re all I have. And I know you’re a…an adult. I can’t protect you or make you do what I tell you. But I need to be able to depend on you. For my own peace of mind.”
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