The next morning Laura and I took Oscar a long walk over the fields while mum did her interview with the lovely Linda. This time the dog saw another rabbit and actually chased it, without success though although it boded well for the next time. Mum rang me to say she’d finished after about an hour and that she needed me to run her into town to deposit her cheque.
“So take your hands out of Laura’s panties and get back here.”
“I can’t do that mum,” I laughed, “She isn’t wearing any.”
“Slut,” she giggled and ended the call.
We went into town then, and I dropped them off promising to meet them in a couple of hours while I went to see my mate who I’d worked with. We sat outside his house while a put a proposition to him.
“I’ll pay you two hundred and fifty a week and I’ll buy all the materials. You’ve got a load of mates who are out of work, pick one as a labourer, I’ll pay one and a half a week, but now I need you to come with me to see the architect who’ll advise us on what else we need.”
“You’re on” he laughed, and we shook hands on the deal we’d just struck, he was going to rebuild the other cottage for me!
I soon discovered it wasn’t going to be cheap or easy but I’d recently had my place valued after what I’d done to it and I was pleasantly surprised to learn that it had almost doubled in value. I reckoned that if we could do the other place up nearly as well as mine, I’d be able to sell it for over four hundred thousand. My mates dad, Pete was out of work, so he agreed to act as night watchman for the hours of darkness and holidays.
From Donald’s house, I went to a reclamation yard a couple of miles away where I saw he had tons and tons of old imperial measure bricks and I did a deal with him for an ongoing supply as and when I needed them. Then it was on to a scaffolding company who promised to give me a price to supply and build the scaffolding, it was there that I learned that I actually had to pay rent on it while it was up, being used or not.
I also bought a few tons of breeze blocks for the inner walls as well as insulation.
Thank God Donald, and I had all the tools we’d need, but that still left a cement mixer for now, and I decided to buy that with a view to any future projects. That left only the security fencing which again I bought and decided that Don and I would put it up ourselves.
Pete had been a signwriter, so he made a sign saying the site was protected by Global Security Limited (That was himself.) and was patrolled by guard dogs, (namely, a daft little puppy called Oscar.) Then the sand and cement needed to be bought so by the time I’d done that and arranged for its delivery it was time to pick the girls up again.
They were thrilled when I told them what I’d done, and Laura insisted that we drove by it on the way home, but mum wasn’t quite so thrilled when I explained Oscar’s role in it all.
“But he’d run a mile from a burglar,” she said, “Either that or lick him to death.”
“Trust me, mum, he’ll soon grow and believe me he won’t be so little then, or so bloody soft.”
“Well if you need it I can probably help you with money,” mum said, and I breathed a sigh of relief, that was precisely what I was hoping she’d say.
We started work the next day by putting up the security fence and accepting the sand and cement. The mixer arrived later on that morning so by lunchtime we were ready to meet the architect on site with the plans he’d supplied for my own house. We’d already established that both properties had been built in exactly the same way, so that had saved me a lot of money.
Pete came by then in his old pick up truck with a self assembly shed that he’d picked up and the three of us erected it. Later in response to my phone call, the girls arrived complete with our company guard dog.
“Not exactly a slavering, bloodthirsty brute is he?” Pete commented as Oscar poked around with a rubber teddy bear in his mouth, but they took to each other anyway, so we called it a day and went our separate ways.
I sat outside with my laptop looking at various sites for doors and windows, roof tiles, plumbing equipment and everything else I was going to need. It came to a massive amount of money, but fuck it, mum had offered to help so I was confident I’d do it all right.
Over the next few weeks Donald and I worked every day on the cottage, Laura went home to sort things out with her girlfriend and mum started working lunchtimes at the pub for Jack, she loved it and brought her first pay packet home like a kid with a bag of sweets.
“It’s all mine Michael,” she said just staring at the unopened wage packet. “I earned it, it’s the very first wage packet I’ve ever had.”
I had her pose for a photograph holding it up and smiling, then my computer worked it’s magic and out came a picture ready to be framed.
“It’s my turn to be proud of you mum,” I said, and I meant it. “I reckon it’s going to take another week or two to put the roof on and make it waterproof, as soon as we’ve done that I’ve told Don that I’m having a holiday.”
“Anywhere nice?” she asked with a glint in her eye.
“I don’t know,” I smiled, “What about you, any suggestions?”
“You already know where I want to go,” she laughed.
“OK, but instead of Spain I want to go to one of the Canary Isles, it’s summer all year round there, and they’re ruled by Spain.”
“As in Spanish law?”
“Correct.”
“As in we can lie naked on the beach?”
“Of course.”
“I can have my legs wide open?”
“Absolutely mum, lots of women do that.”
“I can’t wait.”
A week later the roof was on, and the electricians, plumbers, and plasterers were moving in, mum had finished telling her story to Linda, and the publishers had coughed up the cheque, Jack had given her the time off from her job at the pub, so we were all set.
Mum was really excited as the aircraft touched down at Las Palmas airport in Gran Canaria and when they finally opened the aircraft’s doors, she giggled as a wave of heat flooded in.
“God I’m sweating already.” she laughed as we walked down the steps onto the tarmac.
“Don’t worry mum,” I whispered. “I’ll lick all the sweat off you.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
We’d booked a hotel in a small place called San Agustin overlooking the world famous beach called Mas Palomas, and even as we unpacked in our top floor room, she was looking out over the beach.
“There are hundreds of them Michael.”
“Hundreds of what?”
“Naked people.”
“Yes,” I laughed. “There’ll be two more soon.”
“Come on then hurry up,” she chided me. “I’m dying to get down there.”
“We’ll go via the market mum, you need to buy a bikini.”
“What for, I’m not going to wear one?”
“Oh all right then, but I warn you, the staff here might not like you walking through reception stark naked.”
“Oh all right,” she giggled. “Smartypants.”
The market was near to the entrance to the beach and sold everything you could think of from beachwear to cooking pots. But thankfully mum just wanted to get to the beach, she never even haggled much to the disappointment of the stall holder, but at least she made his day better by stepping into the tiny thong behind his stall!
“Beach now?”
“Beach now.” I laughed and almost had to run to keep up with her.
We both stood out a bit from the other sun worshippers, mum because she was practically white all over and me because although I’d worked outside in just shorts, my midriff was as white as she was.
“You’ll need to rub some suntan lotion on me,” she said and then laughed when I complained that I got all the tough jobs.
“But try and control that thing will you?” she said pointing to my flaccid penis.
“At least until later.”
She lathered it on herself wherever she could reach and then lay on her stomach while I did her back and legs.
“My bum too,” she grinned and gave out a low moan of contentment as I caressed her lovely bottom, nobody was paying us any attention, so I slipped a hand in the valley of her buttocks and gently ran my fingers over her sexy little anus.
“Mmm, that’s nice darling,” she purred and lifted her backside up temptingly, I obliged by easing a finger into her tight little hole, and she gasped with pleasure.
“Ooh yes baby, I’ll have some more of that at any time you like.”
“I could fuck you now mum,” I said softly, but instead I had to turn over and lie on my stomach to hide my painfully obvious erection.
“Do you want to see some action?” I asked as my cock subsided at last.
“What sort of action?”
“Come with me, I’ll show you.”
One of the things that Mas Palomas is famous for is the mini desert that runs parallel to the beach for almost it’s whole length, mile after mile of sand dunes that change shape every day.
It’s pretty well known that anything an ordinary, everyday pervert could possibly want could be found among those dunes.
The first thing we saw was a woman being fucked by a very well endowed black man, while several people looked on, she had both legs wrapped around his back and was muttering a string of oaths in what seemed to be German as he ploughed into her willing body.
Just a few yards away two women were engaged in a sixty-nine, again while being watched mainly by men although one couple were starting to get a bit amorous judging by the female hand on her male partner’s cock.
We walked on over another dune to where a woman was casually masturbating next to a man performing cunnilingus on a woman, several men were also gently playing with themselves whilst observing.
Couples were lying all around, some just kissing and fondling their partners, others just idly watching but almost without exception the women were lying with legs wide open willingly showing everything they’d got.
“There must be at least a mile of cocks around here,” mum said with a giggle as she narrowly avoided a woman performing fellatio on a man, “But somehow this doesn’t seem sexy to me.”
“No it’s somehow too open and in your face isn’t it?” I said. “Shall we find a bar?”
“Good idea,” mum agreed, and we left them to it.
There was a lovely little bar set back just a few yards from the beach where we could sit under a parasol away from the searing heat of the day, but a notice printed in Spanish, English, and German announced that total nudity was forbidden so mum slipped into her tiny thong and we ordered two ice cold beers.
“Well I never thought I’d say this darling,” she said. “But I didn’t enjoy any of that.”
“Yeah it was a bit clinical wasn’t it?” I agreed, and she put her lips to my ear.
“Although it did actually make my pussy leak a bit.”
“I’ll see to that when we get back to the hotel mum,” I whispered with my hand on her upper thigh.
“Now that’s what I call sexy,” she said and nodded towards the black barmaid who wore white shorts, and I mean shorts, a white tee shirt through which her pierced nipples were clearly visible and the brightest smile I’d ever seen, in short, she was stunning.
She was chatting to a customer near us and obviously heard what mum said. Flashing us a big dazzling smile she laughed and said. “Was that remark aimed at me?”
Mum looked a bit embarrassed and started to apologise, but the girl came over and held out her hand. “I’m Mel, and if it was aimed at me I’m flattered, thank you.”
Mum confirmed that the remark was about her and said with a grin, “We’ve just come through the dunes, and I was just saying to my son that you’re twice as sexy as anything we saw in there.”
“Your son, wow, I thought he was your boyfriend.”
“You wouldn’t be a million miles away Mel,” I said and shook her hand, “I’m Mike, and this lady is Sally, we’re English.”
She stared at mum for a moment and then clicked her fingers. “Sally, wait a minute, Sally Greene, right?”
“Right,” mum said resignedly. “Would you like us to leave?”
“Leave? why would I want you to leave?”
“Well, you’ve obviously read the English papers.”
“Of course and I can hardly wait for next weeks edition.” she grinned at us both and said softly.
“Sally Greene in my little bar, oh shit yes.” she punched the air before leaning over the bar and kissing mum on the lips. “You’re a star, in fact, you’re a bloody icon, the paper said you were coming to the Canaries, but you’re here in my bar.”
“Excuse me a minute.” she went to serve another customer and then she used her phone before coming back to us.
“My barmaid’s on her way to take over from me, and I’ve just phoned my boyfriend to tell him about you.”
“I don’t believe that silly cow put it in the paper that we were coming here, I told her I wanted privacy, oh fuck.”
“Well with respect Sally, this place is the largest gay community in Europe and among the female fraternity out here, you’re a bloody hero.”
Another girl appeared then, and Mel came out from behind the bar to join us clutching a coke.
“Can we go outside?” she said. “I need some sun.”
“Yes,” mum giggled. “I want to check those piercings out.”
We went out to sit on the sand and Mel whipped off her tee shirt.
“Like them?” she asked and wiggled her mounds in mums face.
“Oh yes, I think I’d like to have mine done, what do you think Michael?”
“Yeah,” I laughed. “I’d like that.”
Mel looked at mum, then at me, then back at mum.
“You’ve just asked your son if he’d like you to have your nipples pierced?”
“Yes,” mum smiled, but Mel still looked blank, then it was if a light had come on and she said.
“Oh wow, you mean you and him, you’re, you know?”
Mum nodded. “Yes, we’re lovers.”
“Oh my God,” she chortled. “Fuck, I nearly came then.”
“Sorry,” mum said with a grin that said she wasn’t at all sorry.
“It’s just that, you know when I’m reading your life story I can, or rather I have imagined you as some sort of sex-mad hot wife type figure, you know?
And then I actually get to meet you, and you’re like it in real life!”
“I think there’s a compliment in there somewhere,” mum laughed, and Mel nodded.
“Oh definitely, I mean sex with your own son, that’s fucking wild.”
“We never intended it,” I said. “It just happened.”
“And it’s going to happen again tonight,” mum put in with a laugh.
“That’s why we’ve come to an island under Spanish rule,” I said, and Mel interrupted me.
“Yes, it’s the same thing for us, my brother and me.”
“As in your boyfriend?” and she nodded. “Yes, there are quite a few incestuous couples here on the island.”
“Really?”
She looked at her watch and said. “It’s almost five, if you go back to your hotel, grab a bite to eat and doll yourselves up a bit, meet us outside the lighthouse at say about eight thirty, we’ll take you to a club that I’m sure you’ll enjoy.”
“Sounds very mysterious,” mum said, but Mel said softly.
“Not mysterious, just very, very sexy.”
“Okay,” mum said. I could see she was excited. “What’s the dress code?”
“Wear as little as possible, but be sexy with it, oh and make sure you’re wearing underwear.”
“Why?” she laughed, but our new friend just touched the side of her nose.
“You’ll see, trust me, it’ll be well worth it.”
