, , , ,

He’s worked hard all day
In the Australian Christmas heat
Mowing lawns for neighbours
So he could give his mum some treats
The last one for the day
Voluptuous Mrs Brown
“Come in and have a drink
My husbands stuck in townOr maybe you would like
To join me for a swim ”
She passed across some bathers
“These belong to him”
“I’ll change and get some beers
Then meet you in the pool
I’ll also get some ice
To keep them nice and coolMessage your mother
Tell her you’ll be late
She knows I’ll look after you
I know she has a date”
He did as she said
Told mum of his plan
She said “your 18 now son
Behave like a man”

Mrs Brown returned
In her bikini quite a sight
Her eyes ran across him
Felt his groin go tight
Pressed up against him
Touched his face, a gentle kiss
“Mmm when he wore the bathers
They never looked like this”

Took hold of his hand
Led him into the pool
“It’s getting quite heated
Think we both need to cool”
They splashed for a while
Then out on the chair
Her nipples showed through her top
He couldn’t help but stare

She smiled as she saw him
With her sideways glance
Ever since his birthday
She’d wanted this chance
Took hold of some lotion
“Could you rub some on please”
Dropped the straps off her shoulders
Felt such a tease.

“That feels so good”
His fingers pressed in
She loved this game
Knew she would win
“It’s been so long
He’s always away
It gets so lonely
I’m glad you could stay”

They talked for awhile
Sharing a beer
Then as they walked inside
She drew him near
Turned in his arms
Encircled his neck
He struggled to keep
His breathing in check

Her lips found his
A long deep kiss
He’d never been
With a woman like this
Her hand snaked down
As she gripped him he gasped
Pressed in with her hip

Took him to bed
Set his young cock free
Removed her bikini
“Hope you like what you see”
The answer was clear
His wide open eyes
Locked on the space
Between her dark tanned thighs

So wet and ready
She mounted her prize
Lowered herself down
Impressed by his size
Knew it wasn’t the last time
She’d entertain
Enjoyed her young lovers
Eager to train

Over cinnamon cookies
Next day she explained
To her neighbour and friend
How her son she had trained
“It will take more lessons
But make no mistake
By the time summers over
A great lover he’ll make”

© Mark Davis 2015.