Oh good, you’re all up. Well, that was quite the holiday.
Tell you what, let me get the kettle on for a coffee, and I’ll see you all back here in five.
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Before we really get into the nitty gritty, let me tell you a bit more about Donna and my daughter Sian.
Donna, my best friend, my North Star, is thirty-eight like me, but the lucky bitch looks more like she’s thirty-two. She’s basically an older version of Leigh – curvy, flirtatious, dark-haired, and gorgeous. The glasses perched on her nose set her look off to a tee, too.
We’ve been best friends since we met in teacher training college about thirteen years ago. Our kids were the same age, just starting primary school, and we were both looking to forge new careers.
We’d instantly clicked, we helped each other out with childcare and the like, and as a result, our daughters have formed a similarly close bond. She progressed up the ranks quickly and became a Head (and my boss) two years ago. The pupils love her. The board of governors loves her. And I’ve heard some pretty lewd comments about her from the student body to boot.
Sian, my daughter, is eighteen. And unlike me, a five-foot-two ginger, she’s inherited her dad’s taller, slimmer build and blonde Nordic good looks. I couldn’t be prouder of her. And as you’ll see, she’s also a bit of a wild card.
I always thought she was a goody-two-shoes. A straight A’s and in-bed-by-nine kind of girl. Turns out, I was wrong. So wrong.
So, let’s get into it. Shall we?
Seven Weeks Later:
It was summer holidays at last. School was out, the girls had finished high school, and it was time for some much-needed rest and relaxation while we awaited Results Day.
Sian and Leigh were already great friends due to my and Donna’s connection; they were practically sisters. But they had graduated from different schools. Sian hadn’t wanted to attend the school I taught at, so she had gone to the local girls’ grammar, while Leigh had stayed at the comprehensive with Donna and me.
Sian had turned eighteen a month or so after mine and Leigh’s “sick day” and was keen to get away and make a dent in all the allowance and Saturday wages she’d saved up. For my part, I was more than a little nervous about having a newly minted, legal-drinking-age daughter running riot on a Greek island. But, being the cool mum that I try to be, we made a deal. What happens in Corfu stays in Corfu.
My other nagging worry was my ability (or inability) to hide my relationship with Leigh from Sian and Donna, which by now had become a full-blown affair. Despite our twenty-year age gap, we just seemed to fit in every way, and it had snowballed. We’d snatched every opportunity to be together since that first time. Hell, I’d even made an excuse about visiting a sick friend and whisked her off to Margate for a dirty night together in a seafront hotel.
Anyway, on with the show.
And so it was that one warm July morning, two mums and their daughters arrived at Gatwick for an early morning flight. Having dropped Donna’s Santa Fe at the long-stay car park, we cleared security and passport control without a hitch and headed through to Departures. The goal? A gallon of coffee and that time-honored tradition of an overpriced pre-flight Wetherspoon’s fry-up.
I’d love to tell you that the flight was like a scene from a Jackie Collins novel, involving steamy mile-high sex with Leigh in a cramped airplane bathroom. But no, it was just the usual, overcrowded, noisy package holiday flight.
Donna, bless her. She’s always hated flying, so she snored her way through the whole ordeal. Earplugged, eye-masked, and drooling from one side of her mouth. All thanks to the two sneaky double vodkas she’d downed with breakfast and half a sleeping tablet just prior to boarding. I did, however, initiate the girls into the other sacred tradition of drinking on the plane, just to ease the pain a little.
So far, so good. We touched down a little after 1.00 pm local time, savoring that wonderful blast of dry heat as we stepped off the plane. And following a brief mix-up with our transfer (I know, it couldn’t all go that perfectly, could it?), We arrived at our hotel in Sidari at around half past three in the afternoon.
The Hotel Athena was gorgeous. Not too big, around fifty rooms. A large pool, a lively pool bar and restaurant, and a gaggle of helpful, friendly staff. It was perfect.
We’d booked two rooms. One for the girls, one for Donna and me. And after a siesta, a fantastic dinner and a good few drinks at the hotel’s pool bar, we all opted to retire for the night.
The following morning saw us sitting together around a table at the pool bar. Myself, Sian, on my left, then Donna on hers, and lastly Leigh to my right.
We sat and chatted over coffee and decided that a day beside the pool was what was needed. Leigh, wearing loose shorts and a long floaty shirt over her bikini, had kicked her flip-flops off under the table and discreetly stroked her pretty bare toes up my leg.
I wanted my young lover so badly in that moment that I could’ve screamed. My libido had gone into overdrive over the previous weeks, and I hoped that my after-breakfast plan might just get us a few minutes alone together at least.
I gave Leigh a nudge and tipped my head with a smirk in the direction of the kitchen.
Sian and Donna, who sat with their backs to the kitchen swing doors, didn’t see our waiter approaching with the beginnings of our meal. He was a handsome lad whose name tag declared that his name was Yannis.
And let me tell you, the tight white shorts he was wearing did absolutely nothing to hide the Greek column he was packing inside them.
Just as he approached, he sidled to slide in between Donna and Sian. Leigh, who’d also clocked the aforementioned colossus, picked her moment and piped up.
“Oi, oi, Greek sausage incoming. I hope you’re hungry, Siany.”
“Kalimera, ladies.” He greeted us in a cheerful, heavily accented voice.
Sian, lost in her phone until this point, raised her unsuspecting blonde head just in time to get a faceful of Yannis’s considerable manhood as he placed two plates on the table. The poor girl never stood a chance as the rest of us dissolved into fits of laughter and giggles.
“Oh ha bloody ha,” my daughter shot back with tears in her eyes.
“Oh, just fuck off, all of you,” she said with a laugh, spearing a slice of melon with her fork.
“Jesus Christ, that thing was fucking huge. I’d climb him like a tree,” Donna exclaimed, wiping tears from her cheeks. I also detected more than a hint of…excitement in my best friend’s voice.
My daughter blushed furiously.
Leigh gave me a sultry, sidelong glance as she leant over the table in such a way that she could give my thigh a sneaky grab and a squeeze in the process. My body responded instantly. That delicious, familiar ache growing between my clenched thighs.
As we finished our breakfasts and coffees, I decided it was time to put my plan into operation. I’d sent Leigh a text the previous night telling her to leave something small but vital in their room. And that she’d understand after breakfast.
We all rose from the table, grabbing sunglasses and pool bags to make our way to our pre-chosen sun loungers.
“Shit, I left my book upstairs,” I said, trying to sound annoyed. “I’ll just nip up and grab it; you girls go ahead.”
Leigh took her cue perfectly. “I’ll walk up with you; I left my AirPods up there, too.”
“See you in a few minutes then,” Donna replied as she and Sian went to make their way poolside.
I looked over my shoulder and instantly berated myself for having such a dirty mind. Sian and Donna were walking toward the pool, heads close together, talking quietly. And had I just seen a hip bump? A close, tight little touch?
“Get the fuck over yourself,” my inner voice screamed. “That’s your daughter and your best friend, you pervert.”
I shook my head and took Leigh’s hand once we were out of sight.
“There could be worse outcomes,” I argued back at myself as my libidinous mind conjured all kinds of sordid images of my daughter and my best friend.
We rushed up to our first-floor rooms, and I swiped the keycard to let us in.
“We’ll have to be qui—” I tried to say, but Leigh was way ahead of me.
The moment the door shut, she pushed me onto the nearest bed, which luckily was my own, and pounced on me. Part playful lion cub, part hungry lioness.
What I’d perceived as a few stolen minutes for a kiss and a cuddle turned into twenty torrid minutes of wet, half-dressed sex. Fingers slipped and slid, tongues teased. And with my shorts and bikini bottom hanging from one ankle, Leigh brought me to a crashing, scream-inducing orgasm.
We slipped out of my room, still adjusting our clothing, only to come across the housekeepers about to enter. The middle-aged woman gave Leigh an overly long, appreciative look. Followed by a very knowing glance at me, coupled with a wink and a tap on her nose.
“You took your time,” Sian said, glancing up from her phone. “Did you have to get that book reprinted or something?”
“Leigh couldn’t find her AirPods,” I replied, flustered and short of breath. “I was, err, just helping her look.”
My daughter looked at me. Not a normal look, but an “I know you’re not quite telling the truth” look.
This pattern of behavior continued for the next few days. Leigh and I would find convenient reasons to sneak off together, or we would help each other apply sun cream. Donna and Sian would give us skeptical, questioning looks, and nothing would ever be said beyond the odd snarky comment.
Between gawping at my younger lover in a skimpy bikini and stealing glances at other women around the pool from behind my sunglasses, I failed to see what was happening under my nose and two sunbeds down.
That would change on the seventh night of our stay.
There was a lively little party going on in and around the hotel’s pool bar. Everything from Abba to seventies disco classics and nineties house, all the way to the current Euro-pop hits, reverberated around the pool at ear-splitting volume. The alcohol flowed, and we were all feeling rested, relaxed, and particularly chill. All thanks to some ‘edibles’ Donna had picked up in one of the local shops.
We chatted with other guests, we drank, and we danced. And, as girls do, we danced together. Mostly it was perfectly clean, sometimes a little suggestive, and sometimes it was downright lewd.
I glanced across to see Donna and Sian practically giving the waiter, Yannis, a full-on girly show. Sliding against one another, before sandwiching him in between.
I had to force myself to remember the deal I’d made with Sian as Yannis stretched his arms behind himself to grab her. He pulled her tightly to his back, in danger of lifting her short dress up and over her hips as Donna lasciviously squatted in front of him, running her boobs up his body on the way back, grinding herself against that ill-concealed appendage of his as they danced.
The pair certainly looked in control of the situation. I told myself this was to be expected. Sian was growing up, and with my recent behaviour, who was I to talk?
I was thankfully distracted when Leigh hooked her fingers into the belt loops of my Daisy Dukes and hauled me against herself.
“Looks like he’s in for a treat,” she yelled in my ear over the music. “Wouldn’t mind being a fly on that wall.”
“Perve,” I shouted back while I lazily swivelled my hips against her. Mentally, I have to confess, I was imagining it too.
“I’m going to get us another round,” I said to her, reluctantly letting her go before things got too heated right there on the dance floor.
I grinned over my shoulder and wiggled as she gave my arse a playful slap.
I waited at the bustling bar for what felt like an age, and when I returned to our table, there was no sign of either Donna or Sian.
Yannis had vanished too; I figured that he’d gotten called back to actually do some work.
“Where are your mum and Sian?” I asked Leigh, placing our drinks round on the table.
“Said they were going to the loo, but that was a while ago,” she replied.
We sat and sipped at our drinks, but when another ten minutes ticked by, I began to wonder where my daughter and friend had absconded to.
“C’mon,” I said, grabbing her hand. “We both need a wee, I think”
I pulled her to her feet, and we made our way to the toilet block behind the bar building.
The loos were empty; not a soul was in there. We went to make our way back to the party when I heard what I’m pretty sure was a giggle. I led Leigh in the direction of the sound.
A little way up a gravel path leading away from the bar, the hotel had its own little citrus grove. It was off limits to hotel guests and had a few benches and tables scattered here and there for the staff to sit at during their breaks.
It was dimly lit by solar garden lights and thanks to the lights from the main buildings, we were in shadow. But sure enough, there on a bench with their backs to us sat Sian and Yannis. They were making out, and from where we stood, it looked like it had gotten pretty hot and heavy.
Donna was nowhere to be seen, but what I heard next shocked me to my core.
“Fucking hell, Siany. Baby, you’re soaked!”
My daughter moaned in return. I shouldn’t say it, but it was one of the sexiest things I’d heard in my life.
“Let’s get these off you, baby.” It was quiet, but Leigh and I both heard Donna say it. My little girl was about to be divested of her knickers while she necked with the waiter.
Sian moaned again. A moan of unmistakable assent.
“Oh my god,” Leigh gasped, standing next to me. “Oh, my fucking god.”
She gripped my hand so tightly it hurt, and I could feel her tremble.
“Shhh,” I whispered.
We looked on aghast as Sian, completely unbidden, shifted her position.
She leaned over. Her blonde head was now completely obscured by the waiter’s body and the bench as we heard a sharp intake of breath.
That hiss of pleasure that every guy who ever lived hisses when a warm, wet mouth touches him there.
Donna was still completely out of sight, but we had a pretty good idea what she was doing as Sian mewled in pleasure around Yannis’s cock.
“Fuucking hell, do you know what this means?” Leigh gasped. “I’m staying in your room tonight.”
I felt a throb between my legs as we watched the sordid, taboo tableau unfold.
It became clear that Sian was no novice as Yannis moaned and grunted in pleasure and lust. In the low light, I saw one of her long, slim legs lift and extend to rest on what I assumed was Donna’s shoulder.
I really felt we should leave and let them get on with it unwatched. But this live porno show made such compelling viewing.
The waiter thrust upwards, his motions jerky and rapid as he neared his climax.
Sian’s moans and cries echoed across to us as her unseen assailant tended to her own needs. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing as my best friend (albeit unseen) licked my daughter closer and closer to orgasm.
Yannis gave out first with a gut-wrenching cry…but Sian didn’t back off, keeping her head down on him as he reached his peak, emitting a high-pitched squeal around his member as her own climax hit her.
We backed off further into the shadows as Donna finally came into view, rising from her knees in front of the bench. She stood and leaned over the pair, kissing them each in turn.
“Fuck, that was hot, babe,” she gasped before she kissed my daughter again.
The earth rocked on its axis, my mind reeled, and my knickers were soaked. Leigh kissed my neck while we watched the scene come to its conclusion. I’d barely noticed that she’d relinquished my hand and was now groping at my backside. Her fingers tugging, trying to get inside the leg hole of my cut-offs.
“That was so fucking sexy,” she whispered. Her breath was ragged and warm in my ear, eliciting a low moan from my lips.
I claimed her mouth in a deep, heated kiss.
“We have to go,” I whispered. “Now.”
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We were sitting at our table, having downed our drinks and speedily grabbed more, when Donna and Sian reappeared.
I wondered if there would be a lame explanation for their disappearance. Or would they style it out and say nothing? It turned out to be the latter.
It was around 12:30 am, and the evening was winding down. It was just us four, and a few stragglers downing one last beer at the bar.
We chatted idly while we finished our drinks, somehow avoiding Sian and Donna’s lengthy absence and what we’d seen. But things were most definitely different now.
I wouldn’t call it tension, but there was a palpable note of anticipation in the air.
Leigh now sat so close to me that we were touching. She gave a cute, fake yawn and lay her head on my shoulder, openly stroking my arm.
“Hey Sian, remember when we were kids, and our mums used to take turns looking after us?”
“Yeah, when they were studying for college and stuff. Sure, I do. Why’s that?”
“Well, how do you fancy bunking with my mum tonight? I want Aunty Beth to read me a bedtime story.”
I spurted my drink. Shocked at the sheer boldness of the girl. But Sian was as cool as a cucumber. As if she’d just been asked the most normal, mundane question imaginable. “Pizza or curry for dinner?”
“Sure thing,” Sian responded without so much as an eye twitch. As long as Mum and Donna are cool with it.
The girls shared a long, meaningful look, and without a word being spoken, a deal was struck. An understanding was reached.
“I’m ok with it,” I managed to croak as Leigh nuzzled into my neck again and draped her leg over mine.
I was just thankful that nobody in the bar was paying us the slightest bit of attention.
“How about you, Don?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
She was already on her feet, taking my daughter’s hand. “C’mon, cutie, bedtime.”
“I’ll take that as a yes then,” I said with a raised eyebrow. “That well-endowed waiter should be around somewhere; I’m sure he’d love an invite.
“No thanks, not again just yet anyway,” Sian retorted.
Leigh and I remained seated as they made to leave. Sian stopped and leaned down to whisper in my ear.
“Just you remember our deal, Missy. Oh, and next time you’re tending a sick friend, maybe don’t ask her if she’d prefer white knickers, black knickers, or none at all, eh?”
The memory came hurtling back. It had been during our night in Margate. I’d stepped out of the en-suite, wet and naked, asking Leigh, rather loudly, that very question.
The trouble was, she was on the phone and was frantically waving an arm as if to say, “Shut the fuck up, you daft cow.“
Now it was obvious. It had been Sian on the phone. She’d recognized my voice and had known about us all along.
She walked away hand in hand with Donna. Giving me a mischievious smirk over her shoulder. I couldn’t have been more proud of her. Or so desperately turned on.
Leigh and I finished our drinks and stood. She wrapped her arms around me in an almost innocent cuddle.
“Shall we?” She said quietly. “Right now I just want to fuck the living daylights out of you, Miss Richards.”
How was I supposed to refuse an offer like that?!
Leigh and I made love that night. We didn’t just have sex.
It started out at our usual urgent, needy pace. Shoes were kicked off, and clothes were being tugged at before I’d even opened the door. But we soon realised that we had the whole night. The pace slowed. We didn’t need to rush. And finally, we weren’t hiding. It was sensual, and it was as hot as a Greek night. Especially with the muffled sounds of Donna and Sian fucking coming through the thin adjoining wall as the accompanying soundtrack.
I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that this impromptu room swap stuck for the final three nights of our stay either.
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We pulled up outside my house at around 2.00 am on Thursday morning. Leigh was dozing with her head on my lap in the backseat, while Sian rode shotgun upfront with Donna.
“Thanks for driving, Don, and for a fantastic holiday,” I said with a yawn.
“My pleasure, babes,” she replied, getting out of the car with me to give me a sisterly hug as I went to retrieve my suitcase.
“You coming Sian?” I called quietly to avoid disturbing the neighbors.
She remained seated; instead, Leigh got out of the car and grabbed her suitcase instead.
“You don’t mind if we swap mums for a couple of nights, do you?” she said with a grin.
“Not at all,” I said, watching her wheel her case up my garden path.
I leaned in the passenger-side window to kiss my daughter on the cheek.
“Be good, you little minx,” I chided her with my tongue in my cheek. “And don’t forget our deal.”
She twined her little finger with mine. “Pinky promise. Have fun, Mum. I’ll see you on Saturday.”
I stood at the curb and waved them off, watching Donna’s taillights disappear around the corner.
I looked at Leigh, all legs and sexy smile, waiting for me to let us in.
Perhaps what happens in Corfu really doesn’t have to stay there after all.
