Former Playboy Playmates Part 3: Diane and Son - Sex Stories

Former Playboy Playmates Part 3: Diane and Son

... dinner, her hand holding his, bringing it to rest on her hip, her head against his shoulder. Elliot couldn’t help but be somewhat amused by his mother’s reaction when he suggested they hang out more often during dinner. She practically screamed “yes” in agreement. Diane went on to suggest dinner at some of the new restaurants, shopping for both of them, and he could accompany her to Atlanta should she decide to visit. Elliot simply nodded and politely agreed. “Maybe tomorrow we could head down to the beach,” Elliot said after a few minutes of cuddling on the couch, thinking to his sister’s suggestion. “Yes! I’d love that! I have a new bikini I haven’t worn yet,” Diane kissed his cheek once more, snuggling in close to him. “Oh crap,” He thought. “What if she starts acting flirty at the beach? I bet her bikini is pretty revealing. She has been acting strange lately, like she’s trying to be younger.” The pleasant evening ended with a peck on the lips and a sweet smile. Elliot drove home feeling slightly nervous about the following day. He saw Cassie asleep in the bed when arrived. He tried not to feel anger toward her, realizing that she was on her feet most of the day at a demanding job. Still, he wished she had more energy or try to change shifts, hoping it could improve their sparse sex life. Lying in bed wide awake, he thought about broaching the subject with Cassie, but decided not to. He worked eight hours a day, where she was usually there for 12. Elliot couldn’t help but ...

... empathize with her. He rolled over, listening to her snore lightly, wishing that he could be having sex right now, and wishing she was awake for him. His phone next to the bed vibrated, indicating he had a text message. Picking up the phone, he saw it was his mother saying she was awake, but was heading to bed soon, and that she had a wonderful night with him. He replied, saying he’ll pick her up at noon for the beach tomorrow. “She’s still awake,” He thought, looking over his shoulder at his sleeping wife, “maybe spending more time with her will be good for me.” ******** Elliot was right; the bikini was like something a 20 year old would wear. It was fairly small, pink with white strips, and he had to admit she looked great in it. He watched his mother saunter into the water, the small waves crashing against her toned thighs, looking away when she playfully bounced to avoid water splashing onto her face. He felt uncomfortable once more, seeing her sizable breasts bounce with her. When she straddled him in the deeper water Elliot was standing in, her legs locking tightly around his waist, he felt even more uncomfortable. “Hi,” she smiled, kissing his cheek. “This was a great idea,” Diane said, resting her arms around his shoulders. “Yeah, it’s nice out,” He said, looking away from face. “Hey. You don’t think I look too old to be wearing this do you?” Diane asked. “What? No, not at all,” Elliot replied, glancing at her face briefly. “Good. I feel old sometimes. Old and ugly,” ...