It was my birthday yesterday. Big party, family everywhere. Crashed late, but I’m up at 8 AM sharp. House still dead quiet. Check on grandkids—adorable, out cold with their mom crammed in. She whispers about her drunk hubby snoring like a beast in the caravan. Poor Bertrand, my son-in-law, hammered hard. Never seen him like that. Dancing last night, booze loosened his tongue. ‘Love your curves, so sexy,’ he slurred, hands groping my hips. Flattering buzz. Figure he’s solo and wrecked now.
Crisp September air hits as I step out. Sun’s up, but chilly. Caravan window cracked open. Knock—no answer, just snores. Push in. Holy shit. He’s sprawled naked across the bed, legs wide, cock rock-hard and throbbing huge. Thick, veiny monster pointing skyward. Heart pounds. Spin to bolt, but damn, he’ll freeze. Air’s icy inside too. Grab fallen sheet, tiptoe over, drape it soft. Window’s opposite side, tight spot. Knee on bed, straddle him awkward—one thigh each side, ass hovering.
The Awakening
Fingers stretch for latch. Slam it shut—oops, too loud. Snores stop. Panic spikes. I’m bent over his face, peignoir gaping. His hand clamps my knee, slides up thigh rough. Other grabs my left tit, squeezes through thin fabric. Nipple hardens instant. Try to slip off quiet—lose balance. Tits smother his face. Jerk up fast. Too late. Eyes flutter open.
Fix robe quick. ‘Just checking on you, closing window.’ He’s slurring, wasted still. Yanks sheet off. ‘Can’t leave me like this.’ Cock twitches, huge and desperate. Stunned silent. Turn to flee. ‘No way, Bertrand! What about Estelle?’ He staggers up. ‘Just a quick handjob, please… She won’t know. Look what you do to me.’ Puppy eyes, dick bobbing near my belly. God, it’s gorgeous—straight, fat, veins pulsing. Rarely seen many, but this? Prime meat.
Brain spins. Forbidden rush floods me. ‘You’re insane.’ But his hand grabs mine, pulls to bed. Sits me down, wraps fingers around shaft. Burning hot, steel-hard. Why? I pump slow at first. Grip tightens. Up, down. Shame hits—family asleep yards away. Speed up to end it. Arm burns after minutes. Switch hands. He groans deep, eyes shut bliss. ‘Endurant after benders,’ he mumbles. ‘Hurry, tiring!’ ‘Kiss it then…’
Shock. ‘No!’ He stands, shoves cock to my lips. Gland brushes soft. One peck to shut him up. Bastard presses harder. Lips part. Whole head pops in. Salty pre-cum. His moans egg me. Suck deeper. Hands knead my heavy tits—sensitive as fuck. Sparks shoot straight to pussy. Soaked instant. Cravings build. Pump that dick like a pro, balls cupped. He bucks.
The Wild Act
Now he’s won. Lays me back, rips peignoir wide. Panties yanked. Freshly waxed landing strip—esthetician yesterday. ‘Fucking hot,’ he growls. Dives in, tongue lashing clit. Licks turn sloppy feasts. Pussy gushes.
Can’t wait. He climbs over. Legs splay wide. Cockhead nudges slit. Slides in slow—stretching full. Inch by inch, balls-deep. Wrap thighs ’round his waist, heels dig ass. Pounds start. ‘Watch window—no surprises.’
Thrusts jolt me. Little yelps escape. Fuels him—hammers harder. Heat builds fast. First orgasm crashes, walls clench. He keeps railing, endless stamina. Second wave, then third brewing. Bed creaks loud. His grunts peak—deep slams. Hot cum floods me, spurting deep. My scream rips out as climax explodes.
He flops heavy, passes out snoring. Push him off, dress shaky. Slip home. 8:45. All asleep. Fire up breakfast. Estelle down first. ‘Checked your man—fit as ever, sleeping like baby.’ Not total lie. Secret burns sweet. Oozed his load still inside. Thrill of the unthinkable—pure rush.