Pursuing Every Loving Moment - Sex Stories

Pursuing Every Loving Moment

... just go and enjoy whatever time you have with your father. What you don’t know about, where I am concerned, won’t hurt you.”

“But I’ll still worry, Mother. And, I’ll also wonder what I’m missing out on.”

♥

“Are you sure that you don’t want me to stay with you?” Katrine asked, yet knowing what her son’s answer would be.

“Quite sure, Maman. I puked up the worst and I feel much better…my guts especially. I won’t be rushing about because of the squits.”

Her boy was nothing but direct with her. She saw Dion fill a glass with water and gulp it down, his Adam’s apple working quickly under his lightly tanned skin. Her son was undoubtedly handsome, much better looking than his father when Matis was Dion’s age.

“Okay,” she said, hesitating, and meeting his look upon her. The white shorts she had chosen to wear that morning revealed fleshy thighs and her colourful floaty blouse still shaped her breasts, held firmly by a halter-neck bikini top. “I won’t be too long, I promise.”

“Just go for your swim, wow the guys you meet,” he grinned and moved past her, intent on lying back on a sun lounger. “I’m not going anywhere until I’m sure I’ve got rid of that bug. I may even join you later.”

Katrine kissed his cheek as she pressed against him, quite why she did not know, but her boy had always had an eye for her and she’d always put it down to a pubescent crush on someone busty and that he happened to live with and saw every day. The kids witnessed how Matis often ...

... behaved towards her, and Natalie had confessed how they were often to be heard talking to each other in the motorhome’s bedroom.

“Okay,” she said and kissed his cheek again. She delighted in how he smoothed suntan oil onto his skin after he had shrugged off his shirt and let it fall to the ground. “Don’t overdo the sunbathing…just take it slow so that you don’t burn.”

“And don’t you overdo the fussing or flirt with any man who looks at you dressed like that!” Dion laughed and waved her away.

Her answering smile was all that she gave him.

She had seen his lean and muscled torso, how his beach sorts shaped him and the unmistakable bulge at his groin left her in no doubt of how her ‘boy’ had grown into a young man. The trail of girlfriends that he left in his wake was a sure sign that he was promiscuous. She hoped that he would settle down before too long, or someone would give back, in her treatment of him, what he was known to often do to his girlfriends.

♥

The pool area was already busy, but she found a sun lounger and threw her beach towel over it, shrugged off her top and shorts, and settled back. Her large sunglasses not only shielded her eyes from the sun, but she could also consider who it was that passed her. She would not have any man, that she liked the look of, know that her eyes were on them unless she met their gaze first.

She could also see the path that led to the sanitaire and whether any man seemed to linger and look about before he sauntered in. ...