1. A Small Caravan


    Date: 5/6/2015, Categories: Mature, Taboo, Author: draghunt, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    haven't." She opened her arms and stepped forward. "Just... be careful with that." she added, nodding downwards at my erection. I stepped into her arms and wrapped mine around her, squeezing her naked body against mine. Her breasts squashed against my chest and she wrapped her arms round my shoulders. It felt amazing. I felt some of the tension dissolve, but my erection still strained between us, hanging in the air as I kept my hips away from hers. She surprised me by lowering her arms to my lower back and pulling my hips against hers. "It's okay, you can hug me properly, we shouldn't feel awkward just cos your mother's fat old body gave you a hard-on." My erection nestled into her pubic hair, and a raging heat was burning down there. We stood in that embrace for a long time, stroking each other's backs, squeezing each other. Her breasts were driving me crazy, and my erection was twitching wildly as it was squeezed between us. I could feel something. It was almost imperceptible, but her hips could have been moving. We eventually released the hug and put on our swimwear. We swam together and playfought in the pool, and I'm certain people believed we were a couple. We certainly acted like it. Hours later, we returned to the caravan, heated up some beans and toasted some bread and had our dinner watching a DVD on the portable DVD player we had brought. As evening drew on, we decided to head out to the campsite club to see what nightlife there was. Neither me or my mother were ...
    nightlife people but on holiday we liked a drink and a dance. We found a table and I ordered us a couple of drinks, showing my driving licence to the barmaid to prove I was old enough. We chatted at our table as the night went on, and every now and then a song would come on that we would get up and dance to. We were certainly getting looks from other people, most of whom were older couples or families with c***dren in their early teens. forty and fifty-something women were indeed giving my mother jealous glances, and girls my own age were looking at us with evident "What's he doing with her?" expressions on their faces. We loved it, and muttered in each other's ear's whenever we saw someone looking, and to others it probably looked like we were discussing what we were going to do to each other once we got back to our caravan. I wished we were. The night wound down, and the DJ put on the obligatory slowdance. We were sat at our table when it began and we looked at each other. "Come on, let's not disappoint our audience." I joked and stood, holding out my hand for her to take. She smiled and took it, and I led her onto the dance floor where we embraced each other, pressed our hips against one another's and swayed to the soppy love song, gazing into each other's eyes. Into the first chorus I trailed my hands down her back and rested them on her backside, squeezing gently. She grinned and bit her lip, though I don't know if she was genuinely enjoying it or was maintaining the act. ...
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