“You can! Mom, I swear! Okay, okay, maybe I screwed up. But if this place really bothers you that much, I’ll, uh, I can run interference for you.”
“Interference?”
“If you want. If you really do want to avoid guys while we’re here, stick with me.” He managed a weak smile. “Because otherwise, you’ll be fighting dudes off with a stick for the next couple of weeks.”
His mother’s green eyes were guarded. She blushed, not the way she had while watching beachgoers fuck, but enough to look damn cute. “Don’t try to flatter your way out of this, Mister.”
He’d succeeded, though. She gave him a shy smile and a peck on the cheek before walking back into the living room to grab her shoulder bag from the sofa. “Like anyone would believe you’re with me. I’m so fricking old.”
“You’re totally not, and you know it.” Matt followed after Lindsey. “And you might have noticed that there are a lot of young guys here who like…”
Matt stopped himself. The only word that came to his mind was “MILF,” which wasn’t likely to earn his way back into her good graces. He silently watched her sort through her back for her keys. “Where you going?”
“Out for a walk. Alone. I’ve got to get away from that woman before I commit matricide. Maybe I’ll go up to the pool. Or check out one of the spas. Christ, there must be a bar somewhere here.”
“There’s one at the pool. And at least five others along this mile of the beach alone.”
“I won’t be going out to that beach,” she said over her shoulder as she left.
What the hell had he been thinking in hiding the truth about Aphrodesia from her? To be honest, once he’d figured out what the resort was he’d been thinking with his dick. This Grandma-funded vacation might be his only chance to visit such a place. He hadn’t gotten laid since he’d come home from college. So when his grandmother had texted him the online brochures he’d been less than forthcoming in his reports to his mother.
“It’s sort of a couples resort,” he’d said glibly. “Looks romantic. Whirlpools in a lot of the rooms, rose petals on the beds, honeymooner stuff. Did I mention it’s in Greece?”
His mother had rolled her eyes. “I get it. Your grandmother hopes I’ll meet some Hallmark Channel heartthrob while she hooks up with whoever she can bag for an hour at a time. I’d rather not. Still…a free trip to the Mediterranean? Hmm.”
“Could be fun.”
“Your Grandma is a menace. She lost her man-crazy mind when she lost her second husband. You shouldn’t hear it about your grandmother, but she’s a–oh, never mind.”
Matt knew what she’d stopped herself from saying. Grandma was a slut.
The shower was running loudly in the other suite. Grandma had left the door to the bathroom open. She’d always been a touch scatterbrained, but this wasn’t about that. Elaine Harrington was a complete exhibitionist. Nude beaches might as well have been invented for her. Matt had discovered all this shortly after he and his mother had moved in with her. She habitually wandered around her estate house in nothing but loosely-tied robes or polo shirts and bikini bottoms. Lindsey had fussed and fussed at her mother, apologizing to Matt on the assumption that he must be mortified by the spectacle of Grandma carelessly flashing her ass or tits.
Matt wasn’t the least embarrassed. On the contrary, living with Elaine meant having a perpetual hard-on. He was pretty sure that she knew it, too, but oddly enough did nothing to discourage him or change her behavior. Turning guys on was in her nature and she wouldn’t have changed that if she could.
Even if the guy in question was her grandson.
Matt changed into his trunks and sandals, preparing to go out to the beach himself. No matter what his mother thought of this place, he wasn’t going to waste the opportunities that it offered. He found his sunscreen and sprayed some on his arms and chest.
“You’re going to go off and leave your poor old Granny alone in this strange place? Shame on you.”
Elaine was standing in the connecting doorway. She was barefoot, wearing nothing but a knee-length beach kaftan, her damp hair turbaned in a towel. Matt’s breath caught in his throat at the way the thin garment clung damply to her curves, outlining her hips and tits. The shadows of her big, upturned nipples were clearly visible through the sheer linen.
“I’m, uh, gonna catch some rays,” he said. “Start on my tan. Don’t wanna go back to Minnesota looking like I’m from Minnesota, right?”
“Of course,” Elaine winked at Matt as she sauntered over to him. His cock stirred at the unexpectedly sultry note in her voice. He hastily sat down on the edge of the bed, doing his best to conceal the rising bulge in his trunks. “I don’t suppose you might be looking to meet a not-so-nice girl or two along the way?”
Matt grinned. “Hey, didn’t you say you were going to look for some company, yourself?
“You’re company. Let me do you, dear.”
“Huh?”
“Your back, Matt.” She climbed onto the bed and sat on her heels behind him. Taking the aerosol can from him, she sprayed sunscreen across his upper back. He shivered all over, and couldn’t tell whether it was from the sudden coolness of the spray or because of the fresh scent of her lilac soap and perfume. “So, you’re just going to lie out there and bake?”
“And swim.”
“And score some pussy?”
“Sure, but–wait a minute! What?”
“I’m not your mother, dear. She wouldn’t say ‘cock’ if she had a mouthful. But you and I can be frank with each other.” She sat on the bed next to him and ruffled his chestnut hair. “This entire island is a non-stop orgy, isn’t it? Nothing’s off-limits between consenting adults. Nothing. So, my dear daughter may be oblivious, but we both know why we’re here. Am I right?”
What was Matt supposed to say? His heart pounded. As much as he fantasized about the women of his family, this was way too weird a conversation to be having with his grandmother.
“Yeah, it’s like you said. I figured I could go out and meet a girl, maybe?”
Elaine chuckled. “I figure you could.” Her supple fingers massaged lotion into the muscles of his neck and shoulders. “You are quite a hunk, young man–do people still say that? ‘Hunk?’ You’re a stud. Lean and handsome and strong. Yes, you’ll meet a lot of girls here.”
She worked downward as she talked, rubbing sunscreen into his lower back. It felt good. Too good, and he found himself gritting his teeth and trying to will his steadily rising erection away before she noticed it. The effort was fruitless. As her hands slipped teasingly along the sides of his ribcage his cock was about to burst out of the top of his swimsuit.
“Ross and I spent so much time at Aphrodesia that we used to joke with the owners about investing in local real estate,” Elaine said. “Start by buying one of the bungalows down the shore. Ross used to say…” She fell silent, her hands resting above Matt’s hips. She shook her head brusquely as if to chase away a nightmare.
“No regrets. And that’s your mother’s problem, she’s so tangled up in regret and filled with anxiety that it’s eating her alive. She needs something to shock her back to life. Which is why I maneuvered her into this wicked little holiday. And I do appreciate your not blowing the whistle on me.”
She kissed Matt behind one ear. His cock grew even harder. He sat with his hands folded awkwardly in his lap to cover himself.
“I-I worry about her, too,” he confided. “I could kill Dad for what he did. Why would any guy not want to be with Mom? She’s beautiful and warm, and–well, she’s perfect.”
“That’s sweet. A son should be able to feel that way about his mother.” Elaine rested her chin on his shoulder. Her soft breath tickled his ear. Fuck it all, the woman was a living wet dream and she knew it. How could she not know what she was doing to him?
If only she were any other woman…
“Maybe me coming along on the trip wasn’t the best idea,” he said, shaking off her touch and twisting to face her.
“Don’t say that! My dear young man, I expect your participation to be crucial to reviving Lindsey’s spirit.”
“How? She’s not exactly loving this whole idea. You don’t think her son tagging along makes relaxing here harder for her?”
“It may, at first. But then, I didn’t invite you only for your mother’s sake.” Elaine resumed slathering him with sunscreen. “I can’t tell you how I’ve enjoyed having you around these last few months. I hope that whatever happens, you and I will stay close. Very, very close.
“There, now, I think you’re well-protected. Would you like something to drink before you go?”
Matt followed her out to the kitchen. In the bright light that streamed in through the beachside window, her kaftan might as well have been a see-through nightie. The outline of her figure was slender and youthful, yet womanly in a lush, mature way. And when she bent to open the minibar, the rear hem slipped halfway up her butt.
“Let’s see what we have here. Would you like a beer? There’s Heineken and Kronenbourg and something called Zeos and–where are you going?”
“I’m good, Grandma. Thanks,” Matt hurried toward the door. Another ten seconds of this and he’d go crazy. And if he and his grandmother started drinking together he was afraid he’d do or say something she’d never forgive him for.
“Wait!” She was faster, blocking his path.
“Grandma–”
“Indulge an old woman’s vanity and call me Elaine? Just while we’re on the island?”
“Why? I mean, sure, if you want. Feels weird, though. You’re my–”
“Oh, I’m proud to be your grandmother. Trust me. I’m just…it’s embarrassing to say it, but I’d rather keep my age to myself with any new friends we might meet. At least at first. Not that anyone would mistake me for a teenager.”
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