A Small Caravan - Sex Stories

A Small Caravan

... bringing girls back to the caravan." she said all this sounding a little sad. "Don't be daft, I'm on holiday with you, we're going to have a great time! I'm worried you'll meet some bloke and I'll have to sit alone in the caravan while you're off somewhere else." My mother scoffed. "Don't worry, that won't happen." I shrugged. "Well, any fella seeing you in your purple swimsuit is gonna have other ideas!" She laughed. "Well, let's make a pact not to leave each other then, hm?" she suggested. "Deal." I agreed. "Unless you feel cheeky?" I suggested, feeling the roots of trepidation at was I wanted to suggest. "Oh yes?" she asked. "What if we pretended I was your toyboy?" I suggested. My mother burst out laughing. "Are you serious?" "Sure! We're going somewhere no-one knows us, it'll put other people off trying it on so we won't be tempted, and it'll be funny winding people up. I want to give you an ego boost after the divorce, and other women seeing you with a guy half your age while they are all there with their beer-bellied old farts will make them really jealous." My mother grinned. "Deal." The caravan was tiny. The left was a lounge area with opposing seating with a collapsible table in the middle which folded away to turn the seating into the bed, which was evidently not a double, more like a one and a half. The right had a small cooking area and a closet with a chemical toilet in it. Despite the size, I liked the idea that me and my mother would always be so close to each ...

... other, though the bed would certainly have us squeezed together, which excited me in a way I knew shouldn't. We unpacked our stuff and packed them away in the various cubbies and discussed what to do next. "After that drive, I'm ready to hit the pool" my mother suggested, mopping her brow. "Sounds good to me" I agreed. "Last chance to back out of our deal" my mother said. "You can't go changing your mind when you see all those 18 year old girls at the pool in their bikinis." I laughed. "I told you, I'm here with you, I'm not going to throw away a fun time with my mother that I rarely get to see any more just because some girl catches my eye. Anyway, I can't stand teenage girls, I prefer them a bit more mature." "Just as well then, because I'm very mature." my mother teased. I shrugged. "Exactly the way I like 'em. Come on, enough gassing, take your new toy boyfriend to the pool so he can show you off." My mother laughed. "I'll be doing plenty of my own showing off too." We wrapped our swimming costumes up in our towels. I was disappointed to see the purple tankini. "Hey, where's the yellow bikini?" I demanded playfully. "I'm not wearing that in a public pool!" she said. "I got that for sunbathing, where I won't be jiggling around and popping out everywhere." Now that was a mental image. "Pity, I was looking forward to putting you back in when you popped out. I am your boyfriend now after all." I said, hoping it came across as cheeky and that my nerves didn't betray my voice. ...