Part One

Beth and Claire had not crossed paths, except for phone calls, FaceTime, and email exchanges, for almost half a decade. Despite the long intervals between in-person visits, the two friends remained close. It had been that way since their university days in England. The two women had both “married well” and settled into their lives on opposite sides of the Atlantic -- Beth in Los Angeles, Claire in Paris. They had both managed successful careers and met the demands of being both wives and mothers. When Beth's marriage had ended in divorce several years prior, Claire had been the first person to reach out to Beth to make sure her friend was alright. Since her divorce, with her adult children having fled the nest to attend university on the East Coast, connections with friends and family had become a greater priority. So, when Beth received the silver embossed invitation to the wedding of Claire's daughter that Summer in Europe, she was delighted to accept. For Beth, it would be a welcome opportunity, after too many canceled or deferred plans, for whatever reason, to spend some happy times with her friend and her friend's family.

True to Claire's penchant for luxury, the wedding was to be a very tasteful but expensive affair. Rather than settling on Paris as a setting for her daughter Amelie's wedding, the family had arranged for the ceremony and reception to take place in southeastern Spain, in the pretty, sun-soaked town near Marbella, on the Costa del Sol. Although sparing no expense on the wedding itself, the relatively small guest list ensured that it would also be a pleasantly intimate one. As event planner extraordinaire, Claire had arranged for all the wedding guests to be housed in the same gorgeous, oceanfront resort hotel, each private little guesthouse, or Parador, mere steps from a pristine beach and the Mediterranean Sea.

After her very long, transatlantic flight, Beth arrived in sunny Spain and checked in to the resort. Her private and spacious guesthouse, with its elegant decor and spa-like amenities, was a welcome oasis of calm after numerous connections and time-zone changes. She called Claire from her room, announced her arrival, and arranged to have dinner with her family that evening in the nearby village. After unpacking, she slipped under the luxurious sheets of her king-size bed for a delicious midday nap.

She awoke an hour later feeling like she’d taken the edge off her jetlag, supplementing her recovery with a restorative shower. Afterward, standing in just a semi-sheer bra and panties, while gently applying moisturizer to her legs, Beth soberly assessed her curvy reflection in the floor-length bathroom mirror.

Beth had always been the brainy beauty amongst her own siblings, combining a formidable intellect with an equally formidable figure. She had always struggled with having to reconcile a bookish shyness with a body that drove men to distraction. Even as a young girl, she possessed a very large bust for her age, a fact that no number of baggy sweaters could obscure. With her then raven-coloured hair, cantilevered chest, womanly hips, and fecund derriere, she never quite knew what to do with all the male attention she received. The black-rimmed glasses and standoffish demeanour only succeeded in exacerbating her predicament and the air of mystery she evoked in the eyes of the opposite sex. Imagine a young, very top-heavy Page Three Girl with a satchel full of Proust books and the mind of a pointy-headed intellectual, and you begin to form an accurate picture of her younger self. Admirers from behind never failed to notice her almost rudely sexualized gait -- the natural and unaffected result of a narrow waist, relatively wide hips, and a curvy, ample behind.

At fifty-eight, the hair was now an expensively coiffed and tinted silvery-white, to mask the salt and pepper. Her hips and derriere were decidedly wider and larger, post birthing of her three, now adult, children -- and though her tummy was relatively trim, there were more than a few traces of cellulite that could not be ignored. Good genes and the combination of swimming and Pilates had slowed the effects of age and gravity Most mercifully of all, considering her bra size, Beth's heavy bust remained relatively buoyant. Requiring a size 30D bra by the time she had finished secondary school, Beth had continued to blossom well into her late twenties. Post pregnancies, and now in her late fifties, she shopped in specialty lingerie shops for bras size 34JJ. Complimenting her curvaceous figure, Beth had a soft, mellifluous voice. She’d maintained her English accent despite her years in the United States, a characteristic Los Angelenos found charming.

A little while later, she met and double-kissed Claire and her family in the restaurant, feeling refreshed. Having married a Frenchman, and raised several children in France, Beth's friend had long since fully acclimated to her adopted country across the Channel. Claire was a fluent French-speaking Parisienne now, and France was her home. Like Beth, she exuded an understated sophistication in style, manners, and carriage.

Having not seen them in almost five years, Beth almost felt like she was meeting Claire's children for the first time, such was the degree to which they had grown up and matured. Amelie, the eldest, with her fiancé by her side, was a beautiful woman in her own right, Margot, the middle child, and in her mid-twenties, was equally lovely. But it was their youngest, Lucas, who truly caught Beth's eye. Now sixteen, he had morphed from a shy, gangly pubescent boy into a conspicuously handsome and well-spoken teenager. With his jet black hair, brooding green eyes, and dazzling smile, and heavily French-accented (albeit fluent) English, he was clearly going to cause a great number of females hearts to flutter in the years to come.

The group of them enjoyed a lovely dinner together, the wine and laughter flowing freely. Claire and her family had often holidayed in the area and knew it well, and the conversation turned to the surrounding areas and the sites worth seeing. Beth's friend offered up her young son as Beth’s private tour guide during her two-week stay. Beth took pity on the beautiful young man and said that it wasn't necessary, suggesting that he likely had a lot more fun things to occupy his time than to tour around with an old lady. Despite Beth’s graceful decline, Claire would have no part of it.

"I would love to show you around, Beth," offered Lucas, with a shy, disarming smile. "Yesterday, I rented a Lambretta scooter for the week. Tomorrow's the wedding, but after that, we can explore the area together. It's so beautiful, and I know all the best places."

Beth was flattered and happily accepted the handsome teenager's kind offer.

The next day, the family was abuzz with the excitement of Amelie and her fiancé's big event. Amelie looked absolutely beautiful in an understated white wedding dress and delicate baby's breath flowers in her hair. Beth had chosen a simple, tasteful A-Line dress in a Summery, mauve chiffon. She worried that the synched belt and slightly lower cut drew too much attention to her bust, but the dress was mercifully cool to wear in the Spanish heat, and it made her feel feminine and attractive. The flowy hem made her less conscious about what she perceived to be a larger behind.

The ceremony was an intimate affair, attended by about thirty of forty guests, all looking fabulous in their lovely Summer frockery and tailored suits. Afterwards, everyone congregated in a lovely outdoor reception area beneath Gothic arches and lattices of greenery and flowers, with an expansive patio overlooking the ocean. Once again, the champagne flowed freely, and everyone in attendance seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely. Beth loved weddings because they were such happy events -- people looked their best, love was in the air, and everyone was in a good mood and ready to dance.

Music was provided, and people soon began to take advantage of the dance floor. In deference to the older members of the group, the music began with an assortment of jazz and Latin tunes suitable for pairs. Beth was happily chatting with one of Claire’s cousins when she felt a soft tap on her shoulder. She turned around in her chair to face a beaming Lucas.

"May I have this dance, Beth?" he asked, ever the polite gentleman.

Beth had found herself admiring her friend’s young son from the moment he first appeared at the church that morning in his slim-fit black suit. He was a gorgeous young boy. In addition to being tall, he looked like a young movie star in that well-tailored black suit, crisp white shirt, and elegant silver tie. For some women, a man in a suit holds the same level of appeal as a woman in lingerie does for a man, and Beth counted herself in that number. So, when Lucas offered Beth his hand, she smiled and accepted.

Beth loved to dance, and it had always been a source of frustration that her ex-husband so obviously did not. On occasions such as this, she would have normally spent the night sitting at her table, so it was a welcome change, and a genuine pleasure, that she found herself with such an eager young dance partner. Lucas was quite adept on the dance floor, too, so much the better. They danced together for several songs, and Beth enjoyed the closeness and her nephew's lovely-smelling cologne.

In truth, it wasn't just dancing that Beth missed. Since her divorce, there had been only intermittent dating, and nowhere near the amount of affection, romance, or zesty lovemaking that she craved. She had always been somewhat frustrated in that regard, given her husband's sex drive never came close to matching her own. But having already been formidable in her forties, her sex drive now seemed only to be increasing in intensity into her late fifties. That being the case, take a fifty-eight-year-old, sexually ravenous woman, dress her up and make her feel sexy, add a few too many glasses of champagne, and put her in the arms of a handsome young teenager on the dance floor (albeit one practically young enough to be her grandson), and you have a recipe for some inappropriately flirtatious comments.

"You look so beautiful, Beth," gushed Lucas, with innocent, disarming sincerity.

"Well, young man," countered Beth, with a mischievous smile, "I thank you for your lovely compliment. Let me tell you, if I were forty years younger, you would be in a great deal of danger!"

"Oh?" he said smiling; his face going a bit flush. "What do you mean?"

"Well, let's just say that if I were your age, the chances of you getting inside my panties tonight would be very, very good."

A broad, bashful smile formed across Lucas's mouth, and he blushed perceptibly in reaction to Beth’s rather forward, champagne-induced comments, which only succeeded in endearing him to her even more.

"So, in summary," added Beth in mock thought. "You're drop-dead gorgeous, tall, charming, mature beyond your years, you're a wonderful dancer, and you seem to have a way of making women say things they shouldn't ... I can only hope for your poor parents’ sake that you have a penis the size of my ex-husband's, as in rather small; otherwise, women will be breaking into your house in the middle of the night just to get at you."

Lucas could only smile at his aunt’s brazen, booze-induced comment.

After several dances, the older woman confessed to feeling a little light-headed. Beth’s gallant young dance partner escorted her out onto the patio for some fresh air. She thanked him for the dances and gently kissed him on the cheek, wiping a little lipstick smear from his cheek like a doting mother.

For Beth, the excess of champagne meant the rest of the night was all a bit of a blur to her the next day. Indeed, she could only vaguely remember Lucas helping her back to her guest house that night, a little wobbly on her open-toed heels, yet awoke to find herself under the sheets of her bed in just her lacy bra and thong panties -- her heels, dress, and jewelry, all neatly assembled across the loveseat by her bed.

Coffee and croissants restored her. Yet despite her foggy head, she was not so wanting in terms of memory to forget saying some naughty and inappropriate things to her friend’s son. Slightly horrified upon reflection, she sighed and committed herself to making amends later that day. She only hoped that she hadn't embarrassed herself too greatly and that no one else, especially her sister, had heard. Hopefully, young Lucas would take pity on his poor, horny older woman and say nothing to Claire.

She had just exited her suite, dressed in sandals, a short, flowy skirt, and a relatively low-cut blouse, when she heard a honk from the steps below. It was a smiling Lucas, perched atop his shiny Lambretta scooter.

‘Oh dear,’ thought Beth. But before she could offer a word of apology for the night before, Lucas launched into his plans to take her along the coast to a lovely seaside restaurant for lunch. Claire and the rest of the family would be busy getting Amelie and her new husband ready for their honeymoon departure the next day, and Lucas's mother had asked him to take her friend to see a bit of the beautiful coastline. Ready for her morning adventure, Beth straddled the scooter behind her young charge, and off they went.

The coastline was indeed stunning, and the feeling of the salty breeze in her silvery-white hair was exhilarating. She indulged herself in a quiet little tease by pressing her large bosom firmly against Lucas's warm, strong back. It soon became clear that a short, flowy skirt was not an ideal choice for riding on the back of a scooter. Sailing along the coastal road, the wind kept blowing up her skirt, revealing her lacy white thong panties beneath.

“Oh!” gasped Beth as a gust blew up her skirt, exposing her fleshy derriere, before she could tuck the hem under her behind..

After touring around all morning, they found a lovely little spot for lunch. The restaurant was in an old, stone house that overlooked the ocean, and it was impossible to overlook the understated romance of the setting. The smell of flowers and citrus permeated the inside of the house.

Sitting across from each other, shaded by ornate trellises garlanded with greenery and flowers above, Beth finally offered a heartfelt apology for her behaviour from the night before. Again, ever the gentleman, Lucas assured her there was no need, that he'd had so much fun dancing with her. A few buttons of his shirt were undone, and she couldn't help but admire the suggestion of his strong, tanned, and hairless chest. In truth, she had practically drooled at the view of his sculpted behind in his tight white jeans as they'd entered the restaurant together, that underlying horniness having returned.

They enjoyed their lunch of delicious tapas, and Beth genuinely delighted in her Lucas's gracious company and charming conversation. After briefly turning to admire the ocean view, Beth returned her gaze to Lucas, catching her handsome young tour guide looking at her in a way that was not like she had been looked at in some time. Above her low-cut neckline, a deep line of cleavage and the top of her bra had become visible. Although he’d quickly averted his eyes, there was something transparently sexual about how he had looked at her. Realizing how much it had excited her, she tried her best to push aside the reality of her reaction. There was no harm in thinking it, she thought to herself, but feelings could be dangerous, and she endeavoured to put the moment behind them.

Perhaps to overcome the awkwardness of the moment, and to lighten the mood, Beth began quizzing Lucas about his teenage trysts and romances, a beaming, maternal smile forming on her lip-sticked lips. Lucas was slightly chagrinned by her motherly inquisition and blushed, a response Beth found completely endearing, prompting her to want to hug him.

When pressed, he confessed to having had very little success with girls his age, at least beyond the initial crush stage, something Beth found difficult to believe, given his looks and charm. But he was clearly being genuine, even a little melancholic. He claimed not to be able to relate very well to girls his age, and that he found them immature and superficial.

"Have you ever been in love?" she asked with maternal softness.

Lucas answered that he had, just once, and Beth was curious to hear what was, doubtless, a touching story of the girl who'd stolen his heart for the very first time. Naturally, she expected it to involve a young girl in her teens, so she was shocked in the extreme when he revealed that it had been a woman in her early fifties!

Stunned by the revelation, Beth felt compelled to press further. Did his parents know about it? No came the answer. Who was she? The wife of a friend of his mother, as it turned out. ‘My god,’ she thought to herself, ‘married no less!’ How long did it last? Several months, was Lucas’s reply. Had she broken his heart? Very much so, came the gorgeous teen’s downhearted response. On that note, Lucas's face appeared quite forlorn. Beth reached across the table and gently placed the palm of her hand against his cheek.

"Oh, darling, I'm so very sorry."

Finally, she had one last question -- had they been … intimate?

"Yes," he answered. "It was difficult at first, but then we had sex so much."

"Difficult?" asked Beth, not understanding what he meant.

Lucas seemed reluctant to say more and averted his eyes. Beth placed her hand on his, leaned forward, and looked up into his downcast eyes.

"You can tell me, darling," she said tenderly. "Please ... don't be shy."

"My ... penis ... " he whispered, bashfully.

Beth felt her cheeks flush.

"What do you mean, sweetheart?”

Again, Lucas seemed hesitant to speak.

"Oh, sweetie, don't be shy, please," she continued. "I'm older than your mother -- you can tell me. What's wrong? Is it ... a little small?"

Lucas shook his head no, and Beth suppressed a pang of excitement when she realized what it was that he had been so shyly reluctant to reveal. "Is it ... quite, um ... big?" she asked quietly, peering sweetly into the boy’s eyes.

He nodded yes, eyes shyly downcast.

"Oh, darling, you needn't be ashamed or embarrassed about that."

Placing her fingertips beneath Lucas’s chin, Beth drew his gaze to hers. "Sweetie, when two people love each other, they make adjustments and find ways to pleasure each other. I promise you everything will be okay. You needn't worry about that. Besides, when girls get a little older, they begin to understand their bodies better. And by the time they're grown women ... like me for instance, or much, much younger ... they, well, they often find a large penis very, very exciting and pleasurable."

Lucas looked up.

"Really?"

"Oh yes, darling. You mustn't worry," replied Beth softly.

"Even when it doesn't … fit?" added Lucas.

"What do you mean??" probed Beth.

"It never fits ... inside ... inside the girl, I mean," he answered earnestly, albeit with some exasperation from having to stumble to find the right words.

"The woman …” he continued sheepishly, “we were really in love … and she was the first woman I could ... she was the first one I could fit … quite a bit of it inside. Only, not at first, and only after I had to ... force it a bit. I didn't like hurting her."

Beth was truly taken aback. This latest information genuinely shocked her. What was worse, it excited her. She felt flush all over.

"Lucas, darling, please don't be embarrassed," she said sweetly. "But ... exactly how big ... is it ... I mean, when you’re fully aroused?"

Beth knew she was wrong to put the question to the boy, but she couldn't restrain herself.

"Eleven inches long and, I think, almost eight inches around," he admitted sheepishly.

Despite wanting to remain stoic, Beth's eyes widened, and she was forced to take in a deep breath.

"I beg your pardon?!?!" she gasped. "My god, sweetie!"

"It scares girls when they see it," he added, fixing his eyes upon his water glass.

"I'm very sure that it does!" exclaimed Beth. "That's ... well, that's ... extremely large."

Then, sensing an absolute absence of ego on his part, and truly wanting to reassure the troubled young boy, she explained to him that despite being so well equipped, in time things would improve, and lovers would become better and better able to accommodate him.

"It's a good thing I'm your auntie, and old!" she said with a playful smile. "Otherwise, it would be a very dangerous thing for you to tell me what you've told me."

"What do you mean?" asked Lucas innocently.

"Well ...," she continued with a bit of a smirk on her lips. "It's just that I happen to adore, um ... a very large penis on a man. I hope I'm not embarrassing you by saying so, but it's true. If you were forty years older and not my friend’s son, I would be trying my very best to seduce you!"

The next day, Beth was still buzzing from her conversation with Lucas from the day before. Indeed, it had been on her mind off and on ever since. That evening, at dusk, the two of them went for a leisurely walk along the sandy beach, under a pinkish-blue sky. Sandals in hand, the warm white sand felt exquisite under their bare feet. Despite his boyish looks, Beth had to keep reminding herself that the boy was only sixteen years old -- far younger than all her children – such was his maturity and the degree to which she enjoyed his company. He had a gentle spirit and a romantic soul. Indeed, their budding friendship made her anxious. When completely honest with herself, she had to face the fact that she was developing a bit of a crush on Lucas, feelings that went beyond what was appropriate between a woman her age and a sixteen-year-old, not to mention that he was Claire’s son.

Earlier in the day, the bride and her new husband had left for their honeymoon, and they'd all made the trek to the airport together to say their goodbyes. Margot had left as well, heading back to France to be with her friends and to begin a summer course she needed before university began in the Fall.

When it was time for bed, they finished their walk in the ambient glow and cooler air of dusk, and Lucas escorted Beth to her guest house off the beach. They bid their goodnights, and Beth leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. An awkward, prolonged silence followed before Beth tenderly brushed an errant lock of black hair from his eyes, smiled, and walked away. Unbeknownst to her, Lucas never took his eyes off her until her door closed behind her. It may also have surprised her to know that she was now the recurring subject of his conscious and unconscious thoughts, both lustful and romantic.

Having overslept the next morning, Beth awoke to find a message waiting for her on her mobile from her friend. Claire, her husband Michel, and Lucas would be spending the day at the beach, and she was invited to join them. Despite the white sand beaches and turquoise waters just a short stroll from their suites, the offer gave Beth a brief pause. The area was home to some of the most famous clothing-optional beaches in all of Europe, and their particular stretch of it was no exception. She knew Claire and her family had always been rather liberal-minded when it came to communal, sunbathing in the nude, hence the appeal of a place like the Costa del Sol where it was so common. And although the thought of an ‘unveiled' Lucas was enough to render her a little short of breath, at fifty-eight, she didn't know whether she could, or should, pull it off with dignity.

Had she not been on the coast of southern Spain, or even Europe in general, Beth would have worn a more modest one-piece, especially since a one-piece would draw slightly less attention to her large breasts. Instead, and as a compromise, she slipped on a relatively daring -- for her, at least -- black bikini, wrapped a semi-sheer sarong around her matronly hips and plump behind, put on a big, floppy hat, and headed off to join the group.

When she got there, she was somewhat chagrinned to discover Claire and her husband lying on a blanket under a large sun umbrella completely nude. Indeed, looking around, she was hard-pressed to spot anyone wearing more than a bikini bottom. Being mid-summer, like her, the pair of them were quite bronzed already. Michael, also in his late fifties, and Claire a few years younger, both retained attractive bodies. Claire was certainly smaller-chested than Beth, perhaps a DD cup, but was quite fit. Beth observed that Michel was slightly larger than average in terms of his endowment, and quite thick, and she thought her sister a lucky woman.

The two friends began chatting amicably under the intense, Spanish sun, enveloped by the arid air. After a bit of effort, Claire convinced Beth to remove her bikini top. She had to admit it felt deliciously freeing to be topless, and though she had planned to go no further and leave her string bikini bottoms on for modesty's sake, she decided to throw caution and North American attitudes about nudity to the wind. She was grateful for having had the prescience to have her bikini line trimmed, to a neatly and tightly cropped landing strip, before leaving for Europe. The sun and warm air felt marvelous between her legs. Trying to appear disinterested, Beth asked Claire where Lucas was. Her friend pointed to the water. Squinting, Beth could just make out Lucas, shoulder-deep in the water. She also couldn't help but notice that he seemed to be chatting amiably with two young girls.

For the fifty-eight-year-old Beth, firmly acclimated as she was into North American attitudes and culture, the handsome teenager’s presence at the beach that day – Claire’s and Michel's, too -- was both exciting and slightly unnerving. She was hardly a prude, but that kind of casual nudity, such an ordinary occurrence for them, did not come quite as naturally to her, and consequently, it all felt rather awkward and unintentionally sexual. With Lucas out in the water, Beth took advantage and used the moment to apply sun lotion to her breasts and body. The warmth of the sun made the tender, sensitive skin of her large areolae soften and become puffy.

Beth was just settling back onto her elbows when she noticed Lucas heading towards shore. By the time he was waist deep, Beth was grateful for the way her dark sunglasses helped obscure a mature woman’s inappropriate, visual indulgence. She kept replaying her in her mind her conversation with Lucas in the restaurant from the day before. Could his self-assessment be true? Dimensions like that would make even the least skeptical of women suspect masculine hyperbole.

With the water at his waist, it was now obvious that Lucas had indeed been blessed with a slim, beautiful body -- broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, a deliciously articulated abdomen. But when he emerged from the water entirely, Beth, slack-jawed and wide-eyed in utter disbelief, discovered that Lucas -- clearly a man of his word -- was noticeably blessed in another way as well. The handsome teenager’s brief, box-cut swimsuit, contrasting with his smooth, bronzed skin, did nothing to obscure the unmistakable largesse between his legs.

The swimsuit was made of a very thin, stretchy white nylon-lycra, and the weighted front pouch appeared to be restraining a small, coiled arm. The thickness and size of the outline suggested a penis not out of place on a studding horse. Indeed, she was so taken aback that, without thinking, she turned to look at her friend as if to say, ‘Are you seeing what I'm seeing??'

But Claire was, for obvious reasons, unperturbed about it, and her young son's incredible ‘largesse' was not worthy of comment. That was not true, however, of several beachgoers in their proximity that day, as Lucas's obvious gift garnered surreptitious glances from both women and men nearby. It was also quite understandable -- the preternaturally large bulge in the front of the boy’s swimsuit was truly noteworthy, enough to make even the most secure male wither with feelings of inadequacy. To say that the handsome young boy had a ‘big dick' was an understatement. Beth and Lucas exchanged genial smiles as he approached.

"Hi, Beth," he said cheerfully, sitting down on the towel next to his mother and drying himself off. In a flash of initial bashfulness, Beth resisted the urge to suddenly cover herself. Though they both tried to appear otherwise, she and Lucas were keenly aware of each other's presence, smiling at each other several times. In truth, and as unnerving as it was, being completely nude in the company of the object of her inappropriate crush prompted a secret shiver of excitement in Beth. The fact that they all began to converse and drink wine together, as if sitting together in the nude was the most natural thing in the world, somehow only added to the strangeness of it all for her. Stranger still was the – though perhaps understandable -- non-acknowledgment of Lucas's swimsuit and his apparent reluctance to join in.

Despite her initial reservations about public nudity and a clothing-optional beach, especially in the presence of family, throughout the afternoon, and after enough wine, Beth’s natural reserve began to give way to a sort of happy and relaxed hedonism. Simply put, the group nudity began to both relax her inhibitions and turn her on. She took a special delight in feeling Lucas's eyes upon her, catching him stealing a look at the dark delta between her legs.

Though she was loathe to make assumptions, the thought that such a beautiful young boy might find her even remotely sexually attractive gave her an additional shiver of excitement. In truth, whether she knew it or not, despite her body's imperfections and battles with age -- the encroachment of cellulite, the slightly less buoyant breasts, the wide hips, bigger behind, and fleshier arms and thighs -- the fact was, Beth was still a very voluptuous and desirable-looking woman, a fact that was not lost on the gorgeous teenager in her midst.

Looking around, Beth felt an uncomfortable but very real pang of jealousy whenever someone, usually a woman or a group of women, took notice of Lucas. She decided to take her mind off it all, to clear her head a bit after the wine, by going for a walk along the beach. She got up and, brushing sand from her behind, announced her intentions to her prone, sunbathing companions. She had just started off when she heard Lucas sidle up beside her.

"Beth, is it okay if I come with you?"

"Of course, sweetie."

It was more than okay, she confided to herself, though his presence was beginning to make her feel a little like a silly schoolgirl. She sighed at the slightly humiliating thought that she might have developed a crush on a mere boy. What was now clear was that she lusted mightily after his young body, notwithstanding what most women would surmise was -- though still concealed by his swimsuit -- a prohibitively, even dangerously large penis.

Despite feeling more and more at ease at the beach that day, it still felt a little strange, albeit exhilaratingly so, to be brazenly walking along the beach in the nude. And they made quite a pair – the voluptuous fifty-something, with heavy breasts heaving and swaying as she ambled across the hot sand, her hips and ripe, Rubenesque behind arching and jiggling; the handsome teen, with his brief, overtaxed swimsuit restraining a male sex the size of a small, boneless arm.

After walking along the beach quite a way and, feeling a little overwhelmed by the intense Spanish sun, the two of them took refuge under a canopied, outdoor stand-up shower that was right on the beach. There were half a dozen nozzles, and they gladly stepped beneath the merciful shade to drench themselves in the cool, revivifying waters.

"You've got sand all over the back of your swimsuit, darling," observed Beth. She turned Lucas so that the water hit his back, brushing sand from the thin material of his swimsuit with her hands. Lucas’s bum was a thing of sculpted beauty to her -- taut and small and pleasingly shaped. Beth then turned him to face her, ostensibly to see if he had sand elsewhere, but seizing the moment to watch the water cascade over his chest and down past his flat stomach.

She looked up and their eyes met. After a few seconds of intense eye contact, Lucas shyly looked away while his aunt softly brushed away sand from his chest.

"Wouldn't you rather take off your swimsuit, Lucas?" asked Beth, affecting as much of a matter-of-fact tone as the mature woman could muster.

"It really does feel wonderful, and it can't be comfortable to have something so ... big ... tucked inside such a brief swimsuit."

She sensed the boy’s reluctance, but pressed on, approaching him closely.

"Here, let me," she said with a maternal smile.

While Lucas stood in silence looking on, Beth placed her fingers inside the stretchy waistband of his swimsuit, drew it over his narrow hips and tight behind, and slipped it off. What the older woman saw next genuinely took her breath away – the awe-inspiring sight of his massive, flaccid sex being released from its last constraint and slapping heavily against his thigh.

Beth surmised that it was a good seven or eight inches long in its relaxed state, as thick as her wrist at its widest point, tapering down to a large, spongy-looking circumcised head. As big as the head was, the shaft was thicker and wider still.

"Sweetie, I don't mean to stare, and I really don't want to embarrass you, but you really are an incredibly big boy," she said incredulously, eyeing his manhood with a mix of awe, admiration, and apprehension. "You weren't exaggerating. I've never seen a penis as big as yours before. My goodness, you'd tear me in two!” opined Beth, adding with a mischievous, blushing wink, "Oh, but what a way to go."

"And I've never seen breasts as big or as beautiful as yours, Beth," stammered Lucas.

"Oh, you’re so sweet? Thank you, darling," she cooed.

Standing closer now, under Lucas's shower, Beth turned and asked him to see if she had any sand on her behind. With a quick intake of breath, she closed her eyes momentarily as she felt his large, warm hands softly brush against her naked bottom. It had been so long since she'd felt the touch of a man's hands on her body, let alone those of such a winsome young boy.

She turned again to face him directly, meeting his eyes with her own while running her fingers through her wet hair under the shower. Affording him a purposeful and prolonged view of her matronly yet voluptuous figure, she took unspoken delight in his nervous but failed attempts to avoid gazing upon her large breasts, or the dark, trimmed landing strip between her legs. Even more delightful, was the look of quiet panic on Lucas's face when his huge organ began to thicken and lengthen noticeably. Before the situation got out of hand, Beth took pity on the poor boy, turned off their shower, and encouraged him to wade out into the ocean before they set off back towards where his parents were.

As they stepped out, Beth overheard a woman near them whisper to her friend in English, "Pssst, Helen,” she said. “Don't be obvious about it, but look at the size of the thing between that boy's legs!"

She lingered at the shoreline until sufficient time had passed for Lucas's embarrassing ‘swelling' to abate. Relieved, he emerged a few minutes later and the two of them made their way back. When, at one point, Lucas briefly slipped his hand into hers, she didn't know whether it was the European in him or a sign of a deeper portent. Regardless, his gentle touch elicited a warm shiver in her, and she brought his hand to her lips and kissed it.

Later that evening came the news that Claire and her husband were planning a four-day excursion of their own to Madrid, beginning the next morning. Claire seemed a bit puzzled by her friend's reaction to the news, that perhaps it wasn't a very good idea. But Claire assured her that her son would be fine on his own in their guest house for a few days and that she and Michel needed a little time on their own. In truth, Beth found the thought of her, and her friend’s son, left alone dangerously alluring. So much so that she had tried several times to convince Claire not to leave. But Beth's argument made no sense to Claire, and they persisted with their plans. When Beth bade Claire and Michel goodbye the next morning, the attractive, silver-haired woman felt a mixture of wariness and excitement -- like boarding a train not knowing what the final destination might be. The only thing she was sure of was that the thoughts and feelings she harboured for Lucas were both strictly forbidden ... and deeply beguiling.