I’d cruised the Dordogne bends all day, snapping pics for my travel guide. Sun dipping low, I pulled into this tucked-away hotel-restaurant, greenery swallowing it whole. Empty parking lot. Season’s slow.
Hall reeked of wax polish and frying ceps. Calming. Promising grub. The owner, mid-40s bombshell, greeted me. Curvy as fuck, black hair in a tight bun, severe vibe. Corset top straining over massive tits, cleavage spilling out. Leather skirt hugging round ass, spike heels. She eyed me head to toe, like sizing up prime beef at market.
The Awakening
“Evening, sir. You’re our only guest. Eat whenever. My daughter’ll serve you by the fire.”
“Sounds perfect. I’ll freshen up.” Her stare lingered. Hungry.
Dinner room empty. Fire crackling. In walks the daughter. spitting image. Black bun, tits bursting white blouse, micro skirt on thick thighs, round ass begging. Legs toned, endless.
Grandma’s cooking: foie gras with grapes, duck confit, fresh ceps, walnut cake. She flirted hard. Leaning in, tits in my face per plate. Thigh brushing my hip pouring wine. Stirring fire, skirt rides up. Glimpse of ass cheeks, black lace panties wedged deep in crack.
Cock throbbing. Up to room, horny as hell. Try working. Can’t. Visions: jiggling ass, firm tits, lace crotch. Lights out. Sleep fights me.
Noise. Key in lock. Midnight. Door creaks. Pitch black, power out? Shadow glides to bed. Finger on lips. “Shhh.”
The Act
Yanks sheets. Morning wood raging. Hands roam: belly, inner thighs, balls kneading soft. Mouth engulfs cockhead. Sucks slow, tongue swirling. Fingers pinch nipples. Edge building fast.
Stops. Straddles chest. Slides up. Grab heavy ass cheeks, elastic. Hard nips roll under thumbs. She moans low. Sits on face. Thighs clamp head. Spreads lips, pussy on mouth. Hot, wet, musky sea scent. Suck like starved. Tongue dives. Finger in tight asshole, pumping.
Mother? Those heavy tits, fat ass. Her stare earlier… Doesn’t matter. She tenses. Anus grips finger. Cums hard, muffling screams, flooding mouth with tangy juice.
Not done. Flops back. Checks my steel rod. Legs on shoulders. Guides cock to sopping slit. Thrust deep. Velvet grip. Pound hard, balls slapping. She clamps, spasms milk me. Can’t hold. Blast ropes deep, mixing cum and cream. Bite her hand stifling roar. Kiss. She ghosts out.
Morning. Daughter serves breakfast, skimpy as ever, white gloves. “Classier,” she giggles. Mom in kimono, hands hidden. “Good night? Quiet here.”
Pay at desk. Grandma: plump, huge soft tits, white bun. Bites on hand. Smirks, eyes twinkling. “Sleep well? Food hit spot?”
Secret safe. Thrill pulses. I dared the taboo. Craved more.