Author; Ace, Storyace

title;  barefoot in the 80's part 5; The beautiful trap, my friend's mother takes me by surprise.

Codes; m/F milf

part 5 of 7

Summery; Alone in a deserted Spanish mountain village, I can't resist my best friend's alluring mother.

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Barefoot in the 80's part 4; Barefoot in the 80's part 4; I become a voyeur

Part 5;

I was surprised to see Dan�s mom�s landrover at their house. It was mid-winter and there was hardly anyone around.

I went to the door and called out.

�Adam!� Dan�s mom said, coming out from the back.

�Hey Margaret, I thought you�d all moved back to Australia, what are you doing here? Is Dan with you?�

She grabbed me and gave me a hug and a kiss [on the cheek].

�I still have business in Barcelona, olive oil is all the rage right now. I�m up here to clear out the house. The place is a wreck though, the damp has gotten into everything.�

�Can I give you a hand?� I asked. �This has got to be too much work for one person.�

She looked at me with huge affection.

�God, you�re just so nice!� she said, �You always were. I�m so sorry about what happened with Deena.�

�You heard about that already?�

�Scandal travels fast. We�re all so �free love� and so on, but in reality when someone goes with a partner outside their own age or race everyone gets outraged. Deena was always looking for greener pastures you know; it�s why she left Dan. She wanted him to study something with big earning potential, but Dan is more interested in a happy life than a wealthy one. He�s at cooking school.�

�How is he?�

�He�s doing great, but she really broke his heart. And Malu?�

�Found a new guy in Barcelona.� I said.

She grabbed my hands and looked at me sadly. �Oh Adam, that�s terrible!� she said.

Margaret was thin and fairly tall, with a tired face and a great ass. She was an independent woman like my mother, and they�d been close friends for a while. She drove herself all over Europe and Morocco in her landrover, and had once been a race car driver. I liked Margaret.

I helped her sort through the household things; most of it she left for me to distribute or keep [I didn�t have much space]. Personal stuff would be dried in the sun and then packed to ship to Australia.

It got dark and started to rain pretty hard. We huddled in the kitchen and had coke [the fizzy drink kind] and sandwiches.

�I guess I�d better get going.� I said. �I can come again tomorrow afternoon if you want.�

�It�s raining pretty hard. You could stay here tonight.� She said. I looked at her in the lamp light. She was standing close to me. Her eyes looked at me with a sad longing. Was she really asking me this?

�No one will ever know.� She whispered, taking my hand.

�Shit, Margaret!� I exclaimed without retreating or pulling my hand away. �Are you serious?�

�I�m alone, you�re alone.� She said, �You�ve had relations with older women before. What�s the big deal?�

She let my hand go and took a step back, giving me the opportunity to leave gracefully if I wanted to.

�Well, you�re my best friend�s mother. And you know Dan and I��

�What?� she asked sharply.

�We shared Deena.� I said, deciding to leave out the light sexual contact that had gone on between her son and I. �You know that.�

�Yes, of course, everyone knows.� She said, relieved. �Do you want to stay or not?�

Outside the icy rain pounded mercilessly. Up the hill my cold lonely hovel and my empty bed waited for me.

As I hesitated, Margaret let her dark curly hair down and shook it out. In the dim light the grey hairs I knew were there weren�t visible. She looked at me and began to unbutton her light cotton shirt.

�Think about it while I have a shower.� She suggested as she took her clothes off.

As I said before, people took their clothes off all the time in our little society. It was semi-normal, so I could choose to shrug off her stripping for her shower in my presence. Or not.

Their house had a similar shower setup to my hovel, but more up-market. Like mine, the shower was a semi-open masonry cubical in one corner of the kitchen. But this one was a bit bigger, and tiled in white ceramic. It featured a huge cauldron that sat on a fire pit in the barrier between the shower and kitchen. This was the hot water for both areas, and a small fire had been burning under it for several hours already.

Margaret was very thin, almost boney. Her breasts were each barely a handful, with very large nipples. Her flat belly featured a semicircular cesarean scar; she had great long legs. Her skin was blemished, damaged from a life on the beach and in the sun. She wasn�t a hugely attractive woman, but she wasn�t repulsive either. I�d slept with less attractive women, and enjoyed the experience.

I had conflicting urges; to either run home through the cruel cold rain, or to stay here and have hot sex with my friend�s mother.

The offer was a night of sex and comfort; she was leaving in a week. I would probably never see her, or Dan again. I wanted a girlfriend, but there were no girls around at the time. Just this mature woman I knew so well, who was offering a night of mutual pleasure.

Naked, she stepped into the shower stall and poured hot water over her long thin body. She glanced at me and smiled briefly as she rubbed herself with soap.

I watched her, stretching the boundary between our �naked is natural� culture and the reality of voyeurism. There was an unspoken time limit though; I had to choose, and I was about to leave when she spoke again.

�Why are you so in love with this godforsaken village?� she asked, lifting one foot up onto a stool that was in there. The curves of her calf and thigh were pleasant to look at. �Especially this time of year, it�s like a ghost town.�

�I just feel good here.� I said. �It�s my home."

"It's beautiful here." Margaret allowed, "But it's a trap, Adam. A beautiful trap. With no poeple, there's no economy."

"I ran past a police roadblock once, and they came up here looking for me; they asked the old Marias, who rode the white Bultaco motorbike? They both told them they had no idea, never saw such a thing around here, maybe they meant old Jose and his moped.�

�You�re not still riding that thing are you?�

�Nah, now that I have a job I got a legal bike. The Bultaco is in a shed down at Trevor�s place.� I said as she carefully shaved her leg.

Hippie women didn�t usually do that. It was sexy and intimate to watch the womanly ritual. I knew I should leave, but I didn�t.

�How is old Trev these days?� Margaret asked, �I have to stop in for a visit.�

�He�s fine.� I said, �He was pretty broken up when Martina and the kids moved back to Amsterdam. He took Deena to the Canary islands for the winter.�

�It�s a strange thing for a man his age to dump his wife and kids for a girl as young as Deena.� She said, as she turned her raised knee away so her groin was open to my line of sight. She ran the razor up her thigh all the way to the base of her belly.

�Do you always shave your��

She glanced up at me and smiled. �Not always.� She said, �I�m just feeling very naughty tonight. I�m enjoying having you here, it�s fun to have you watch me like this.�

I nodded; I was enjoying it too.

�There�s plenty of hot water left.� She said as she stepped out of the cubical and took a towel from a hook on the wall. �Have a shower before you go.�

I hadn�t said I was going. But then, I hadn�t said I was staying either.

I took off my clothes as Margaret blatantly looked me up and down. �Well I can see why you�re so popular.� She said with a laugh as I stepped into the shower with half a hardon hanging between my strong young legs.

She stood in the gap between the shower and kitchen so she could watch me as I cleaned myself.

�Can I scrub your back for you?� she asked hopefully.

I hesitated; that would be touching. Another line crossed.

�Yes.� I said impulsively. I needed to be touched; by a mother, by a lover, whatever.

The thin naked woman stepped into the shower stall with me, and started to rub soap on my back. She rubbed my shoulders too, and my upper arms.

Her hands on my back were friendly and loving. �That feels good.� I said.

It was more than good, it was comforting, her feminine touch soothed the pain I was carrying all the time.

Taking my comment as a cue, her hands slid down my back and over my ass, then one slid into the crack and under to my balls. She reached around with her other hand and grabbed my penis in a hot soapy grip. I grunted at the intensity of the feeling; I hadn�t had sex in months. My cock bulged with desire, not affected by the doubts my brain was burdened with. Her soap lubricated hand sliding up and down it was insanely good, there was no way I was going to sleep alone after that.

�Hand job?� she asked kindly.

�I think I�d rather save it for later.� I said.

She let go of me and rinsed off her hands before stepping out again.

�Wise choice.� She said.

Her hands had released me, but her eyes never let me go. She watched as I rinsed off, my hard cock standing out in front of me, bouncing and waving at her in defiance of my order to stand down. We were going to do it, nothing further had to be said.

She stood watching me, still utterly naked, Arms folded across her thin chest as I toweled myself off. It seemed unfair that my arousal was so obvious but hers was hidden.

The hard rain running off the roof was like a cloak of invisibility, hiding our tryst from the real world. The old house was a capsule in a parallel dimension, where whatever we did would have no effect on the world we normally lived in. My friend�s mother wrapped her long thin fingers around my stiff hot penis again, and pulled me around the corner to her waiting bed.

I stretched out on my back, and she draped herself on top of me. My hands held her ribs as she lowered her lips to my waiting mouth, my cock pulsing between our bellies.

It was nice; her hands on my face, her tongue in my mouth, her body light yet strong. We knew each other so well, yet not at all. It was wildly exciting, our coupling was pushing the envelope of decency.

I rolled her over onto her back and kissed her neck, then sucked each big nipple. I kissed her flat belly and dropped my face between her long smooth legs, to taste the groin she�d prepared for me so carefully.

She was wet, sweet and tasty. She tensed with pleasure as my tongue slid up and down the smooth crevice, her hands held my head and her legs wrapped around my shoulders. I licked her as she groaned in erotic delight, her pelvis lifting and twisting, her fingers grasping, her breath gasping, and within a couple of minutes Margaret was coming.

Dan�s mother groaned and cried in orgasm, holding my head in her hands as I licked her clit, her legs tensing against my shoulders. It was beautiful, it was wonderful. It was joy and pleasure, there was no shame in it.

She wanted my cock in her after that, wanted it with some urgency. The feeling was mutual, and I crawled up to put it in.

I slid my big teenage cock into her tight wet middle-aged body, regrets and hesitation forgotten as she held me tight, her cry of primal joy more powerful than our worries about right and wrong.

She grunted and squeezed as I fucked her in the darkness of the rainy night, kissed my mouth, bucked her hips, and reveled in her own climax with no apparent doubt.

My big rod worked her, sliding in and out, lifted against her clit each time I hit bottom. My hands held her kinky hair, and I had no regrets either. I would later, but as I fucked Dan�s mom on that cold lonely night, there was no world beyond us.

There was no harm in it; no one would be hurt, because no one would know. It was our dark secret, this sharing of pleasure, comfort, and fluids.

I came inside her, letting all my pent up sexual energy out in one long glorious pulsing orgasm.

I slipped out of her house before dawn, when no one would see. On the following nights, I walked down in the darkness and slipped in through the back door. We made long desperate passionate love, sharing our precious secret forbidden orgasms.

We kissed, caressed, touched. I ran my tongue up and down her spine, I bit her tight old ass.

She sucked my penis, teasing me for ages, with that patience and experience that only an older woman has.

"God, I love your cock!" She declared, holding the wet pulsing organ in her hand. "I wanted your cherry; do you know we all talked about it?"

"Who talked about it?" I asked.

"Me, your mother, Joann, Anna, Georgette, and... who was it? oh yes, Tara."

My pal's mom sucked my cock again for several minutes as I ran my fingers through her hair and looked into her eyes affectionately in the candle light.

"Of course, when Anna said she'd do it, we all had to back off. Was it good?"

"Jeez Margaret, I don't know if I should talk to you about Anna." I said.

She sat upright, dropping my stiff dick onto my belly.

"Ok, yes, it was great." I said, and Margaret bent down and continued the exquisite blowjob. "Anna was wonderful. I wanted more but she insisted we only do it once to avoid emotional trouble."

"Yes," Margaret said, kissing my belly sensuously, "That was what she said she'd do. Were we right to interfere that way do you think?"

"I don't know." I said, running my fingers over her shoulders as my cock throbbed against her tit. "I sure enjoyed it. You know we spent a couple of weeks together recently."

"Yes, I heard." she said. "Did you know Anna was Dan's first girl too?"

"Bullshit! Really?"

"That Anna gets around." Margaret said, sliding her skinny body higher, to kiss my throat while stimulating my hardon with her belly. "Of course with a figure like hers, she can do as she likes. Who she likes in any case."

My friend's mother lifter her rear, took my thing in her hand, and slipped herself down over me.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed, "That feels nice."

"I like it too." I agreed. "Are we going to be screwed up after this?"

"Probably." she grunted, gyrating on my rod. "Just promise you'll never tell anyone. Not a soul, ever." she said, taking my hands for stability.

"I promise." I replied, lifting my hips to push it deeper.

Even in our hippie paradise, we couldn�t let anyone know about this. But years later, the promise I made to Margaret on that dark secret night caused a huge moral conflict in me.

I rolled her over, and with the backs of her knees in the crooks of my elbows, I pounded her tight old body joyfully. I kissed her mouth, and she held me tightly as she climaxed, groaning in the knowledge that the pounding rain outside would cover our disgraceful mating.

"Come inside me." she moaned, "I love it when you do that."

I liked it too; I pumped a lot of sperm into her that week.

We talked; I told her things I'd never told anyone. I told her of my insecurity, my self doubt, my fear for the future, my love for Deena and Malu, and the deep searing pain when they left me.

We lay in bed together on our sides, face to face with our legs entangled and my cock inside her ever willing vagina as we caressed intimately.

"You have to get out of here, Adam." she said, "This village is a beautiful trap; you can scratch a living, but it will always be a struggle. Deena and Malu knew that; did you ever think of coming to Australia?"

"I'd never get a visa." I pointed out. "Besides, I'd have nowhere to go now.  After what we've done I can't stay with you guys."

She wiggled back and forth a few times, forcing my penis in and out of herself, then gave it an internal squeeze.

"Oh, of course." she said, "Sorry, just thinking out loud. What about the US, you have family there don't you?"

I grabbed her ass and pulled her groin into myself, shoving it in.

"I haven't seen my dad since I was 5." I said; "He's a hand to mouth guy, he doesn't have anything to share."

She rolled onto her belly, then got up onto her hands and knees.

"Do me doggy style." she said, "You know what you need? A sugar momma. An older woman who has her shit together."

"I thought that was you." I said as I slid it in again.

Margaret laughed and pushed back against me. "Sorry sweetheart, I already have a husband and a son at home. Oh yes, yes, yes.... good god, I'd adopt you otherwise though!"

After a while I hooked my forearm under her hips and sat back on my knees, pulling her upright onto my lap. She struggled for a moment before finding her balance there, and leaned back with her back against my chest as I managed to straighten my legs without withdrawing my cock from her. I fondled her tired old tits affectionately as she moved just enough to keep us stimulated.

I'd had some real beauties in my bed already; Anna, Deena, and Malu were all hot saucy babes. Yet I was really enjoying my time with Margaret. Maybe it was the forbiddeness of it, or just the easy knowledge that although we had been and would remain close friends, this sexual interlude would be over when she drove away down the mountain track. Her skinny blemished body, her creased face, her crinkled hair, her small loose breasts shouldn't have turned me on like they did.

As I held the older women tight and fucked her affectionately, I realized it was as expression of love; a weird perverted love I suppose, she was like a second mother to me, but not. She was stable and wise, a real person in this place of air-heads, druggies, and tourists. I wished my mother was more like Dan's, still caring for her boy into his adulthood.

She lifted off of me.

"I'm leaving in the morning, I need some sleep." she said. "Let's eat dinner, and after that I want to make love with you for the last time."

My cock protested the interuption, but I washed it with cold water which took the pressure off.

The house was empty, the landrover was packed. We ate from paper plates, naked. Margaret made me drink 3 cups of tea, "to stay hydrated".

I had to pee; the old house had no indoor plumbing. Even though there was only about 10 people in the whole village that winter, if any of them saw me coming out of Margaret's house that evening, all would know we'd been in there together with the shutters closed. You'd be surprised how well country people can see by moonlight.

"Pee in the shower." Margaret said. "Wait, not yet."

She slipped into the shower stall, then beckoned me in after her. She sat down on the little footstool that was in there, facing me.

"Piss on me." she said blandly.

"Really?" I asked.

"On my tits." she confirmed.

I'd never heard of that kink before; it seemed weird and degrading, I didn't understand why a strong self reliant woman like Margaret would want to be pissed on. But I didn't need to understand, and I definitely needed to pee.

As the urine began to flow, she reached for my flaccid penis. She directed the stream over her torso, then lifted it into her face. Her eyes and mouth were closed as she turned her head from side to side, showering in my hot effluent. It splashed down her shoulders and back, onto her thighs, down her calves and feet.

It was partly disgusting, quite shocking, and surprisingly erotic. Her humiliation was mine, and as my bladder finally ran dry she looked up at me with a very excited expression.

"I've had that fantasy for years, but I never dared do it with anyone before." she told me as she filled the shower dipper with water from the big cauldron.

We washed each other quickly, toweled off, and were back in bed within minutes. We fucked in a sitting position, face to face; she sat on my thighs with her arms around my neck, my cock deep inside her as she moved her hips forward and back, looking into my eyes and coming.

I held her tenderly, desperately. I didn't want her to leave me. Why did everyone always go away?

Her old vagina squeezed my cock tightly as she gyrated, her nipples scraped over my chest, she kissed me and pushed her tongue into my mouth.

I shuffled us to the edge of the bed, and I put my feet on the floor. I stood, holding her under her ass; I bent my knees with my feet in a wide stance, and stood still, holding her weight and my own on my strong young legs.

"Oh Adam!" she grunted, gyrating and huffing, her legs wrapped around my hips as she came hard. "Oh my god, Adam, you bastard!" she exclaimed a minute later, and came again.

I was starting to tire, but was able to bounce her up and down on my cock through a third orgasm. then I threw her onto the bed and climbed on top of her.

I fucked Dan's mother desperately. I ravished her, I gave her a reaming to remember me by. I used all my strength, all my teenaged energy to drive my stiff cock hard into her again and again.

I'd made love to women and girls, but I'd never fucked anyone like this. Not this hard, or this long, or through five orgasms.

"Come, come god damn you!" Margaret ordered, "I can't take anymore of this, what are you trying to do to me? What do you think I'm made of? I'm an old woman Adam, you're going to kill me!"

She grabbed my balls and pulled at them; I think I could have kept on going, but I obeyed her and tightened my ass for a few seconds. My balls tightened and my belly went fluid for a moment, and then I came, flooding her tubes with jungle boy seed. I looked into her deep brown eyes and kissed her as I ejaculated, and I loved her.

As a mother, a friend, a lover... I just loved her outside any particular category. I loved her and came in her, ending our secret forbidden unforgettable sexual relationship with one hell of a bang.

And then she climbed into her old landrover and gone. Just another passing woman, a brief affair with no future in it.

I knew there would be other women, there always was. But I longed for a partner, a companion to share my life with.

Alone in my damp cold room, I waited for spring.

Barefoot in the 80's part 6; Malu returns to me

This story is fiction. Any similarity to persons living or dead; well, never mind that part.

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