My name is Phillipe Andre, and I am thirty-five years old. I am staying at my father’s villa in the South of France. I am single and work as a writer for a publicist in London. My mother died of cancer ten years ago, and it took my father a while to get it over it and move on. Six months ago, my father rang me to say that he had met a beautiful woman named Monica Lopez from Scilly and that they’d eloped. Obviously, I was happy for him.
So, here I am sitting on a deckchair in the sunshine of Southern France with my father and his beautiful wife. I should say, my drop-dead gorgeous step-mum. She was the same age as my father in her sixties but looked younger.
My step-mum was in the pool swimming underwater like a mermaid and then slowly rose to the surface.
I watched as she slowly and seductively stepped out of the pool. My eyes lingered down her slender but curvaceous body in a black swimsuit. Do not have dirty, do not have dirty thoughts of your step-mum, Phillipe, I thought to myself. I had to stand up immediately and rush away as her big breasts jiggled in her wet swimsuit. I hurried away not to reveal how much she turned me on.
A few days later, I quietly followed my step-mum into the bathroom and watched as she peeled off her clothes and stepped into the shower. I could see through the gap in the curtain the hot water running over her perfect body, those, over her big bouncy breasts, and over her hips. I gulped as arousal came in my groin and made my dick grow hard in my shorts, forming a bulge. My right hand picked up her black lacy knickers from the floor, and I smelt them. The smell the odour from her pussy made my dick even harder straining my shorts.
My left hand went down my shorts, and I took my dick in it and began moving up and down the shaft. I quickly dashed out of the bathroom when I heard her turn off the shower. I went straight into my bedroom and locked the door. I took off my shorts and laid back on my bed on my front smelling her panties. I started to rub my cock up and down the bed while smelling the panties. Gradually I build up speed the more I smelt my step-mother’s knickers. I began to moan out pleasurably as I was close to orgasm. And then my body went into spasms as I came all over my bedspread.
I breathed heavily with a happy smile of satisfaction on my face. I glanced down at my semi-hard dick, and a very sexy naked image of Monica, my step-mom, in the shower came in my head making my cock come back to life. It stood out like a rocket.
There was a knock at the door.
“Phillippe, why have you locked your door?” I heard Monica ask in her thick accent.
“I’m changing,” I replied.
“Do you have my knickers in there?”
“No,” I lied.
“Can I see you, please?”
“Hang on,” I said. I quickly put my shorts back on and stuffed her panties down the side of the bed. I walked over to the door and unlocked it.
My step-mum stood there in just a towel with her long black hair wet and down over her shoulders. Her breasts were bursting out from the towel; she looked very seductive.
“You wanted to see me,” I said calmly.
She stepped up to me until her face was level with mine. She ran her right hand down my left arm making me gulp. My step-mum glanced down when she felt my dick come to life strain against my shorts.
“You like me?” she asked.
I gulped nervously.
Monica slowly undid her towel around her body and dropped it to the floor.
I felt myself getting harder with arousal.
She took me by surprise by pushing me back into my bedroom with the towel and shut the door. My step-mum yanked my shorts down while pushing me against the wall and took my hard pulsating dick into her mouth making me gasp out loud with happiness.
