The Beach Encounter (Patreon)

Hello all! Second commission of the month! The Ryan story is coming either tonight or tomorrow. Just finishing the last part. Enjoy!

Preview:

Thirty feet away, a woman stretched out on her a long, wide black towel watches, propped on her her elbows. She has been half-dozing under her own wide umbrella, one thick thigh crossed over the other, a paperback resting on the shelf of her enormous tits that are barely covered by the two triangles of black fabric fighting a war they already lost. The boy’s struggle pulls her attention. Michael is shirtless already in board shorts that sit low on his lean hips, short blonde hair damp at the temples, and face flushed with effort and sun. The woman tilts her head, studying the way the muscles in his back and arms shift as he fights the umbrella. And when he bends to drive the pole deeper, the shorts pull tight across the round curve of his ass.

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She watches him approach with half-lidded blue eyes, a small, one-sided smile already forming. “What’s your name, kid?” Her voice is low and smooth, the kind of sound that sits right in the chest.

Michael scoffs, trying for casual and landing somewhere near to defensive. “Sun must’ve hit you pretty hard, ma’am. I’m not a kid.”

The now clearly older lady clicks her tongue, pleased rather than annoyed. She shifts her hips a fraction, the motion making the massive cheeks of her ass rise and settle. “When you get to my age, everyone looks like a kid.”

“Michael.” He swallows again.

“Delilah.” She lets the name sit between them for a second, then nods toward the small plastic table beside her. A white bottle of lotion sits there, already uncapped. “Noticed you couldn’t take your eyes off me. So how about you make yourself useful and spread some of that on my back?

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The MILF's breathing picks up and becomes heavier. The lazy control is still there, but there’s an edge to it now, hips snapping a little harder, the grip in his hair a little tighter. She pulls him off again, this time keeping the head just inside his lips so he can suck and lick while she strokes the rest of her meat with one hand. “Mmmh, fuck yes. Just like that. Just like a fucking, nasty lollipop.” She half-snarls.

The boy's tongue works the tip like a candy ball, licking all over it, around and inside the slit, earning more of her salty pre-juice.

“Good boy.” She feeds him another inch and holds. “You’re going to make me cum like this if you keep worshipping my cock like this. Is that what you want? Want Mommy to flood that throat and make you drink every drop?”