Nancy and Olivia had not crossed paths, except for phone and email exchanges, for more than half a decade. That said, as friends, they kept in touch and remained close. It had been that way since their university days in England. The two women had both ‘married well', settling into their lives on opposite sides of the Atlantic -- Nancy in Los Angeles, Olivia in Paris. They had both managed successful careers and the demands of marriage and motherhood. When Nancy's marriage to her husband, David, ended in divorce several years ago, it was Olivia who’d first reached out to make sure her dear friend was alright. So, when Nancy received the silver-embossed invitation to the wedding of Oliva’s in Europe that summer, it genuinely lifted her spirits. For Nancy, it would be a welcome excuse, after too many cancelled or deferred plans, to spend some happy times with Oliva and her family.

True to the family's penchant for opulence, the wedding would be an intimate 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 on the sunny Costa del Sol in southern Spain. Although no expense would be spared on the wedding itself, the relatively small guest list meant that it would also be a pleasantly cozy affair. As event planner extraordinaire, Olivia had arranged for the wedding guests to be housed at the same gorgeous resort right on the coast, each private little villa facing the ocean. Nancy knew Olivia and her husband, Michel, to be longtime naturists, and their family holidays in the summer had typically been spent at naturist resorts in the south of France. Though the Costa del Sol resort and nearest beach were ‘textile’, there was also a large nudist beach very close by.

After her very long, transatlantic flight, Nancy arrived in sunny Spain and checked in. Her private and spacious guest house, with its elegant decor and the resort’s spa-like amenities, was a welcome oasis of calm after numerous connections and time-zone changes. She called her friend from her room, announcing her arrival and arranging to have dinner with the family that evening in one of the resort's restaurants. After unpacking, she slipped under the luxurious sheets of her king-size bed for a delicious midday nap.

She awoke an hour later feeling refreshed, supplementing her recovery with a restorative shower. Afterwards, standing in just a semi-sheer bra and panties, while gently applying moisturizer to her legs, Nancy eyed her reflection in the floor-length bathroom mirror. Nancy had always been the brainy beauty of her family, combining a formidable intellect with an equally formidable figure, always struggling 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 cantilevered chest, womanly hips, and fecund, pillowy lips, the demure brunette 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 by projecting a vibe that was as poised and cerebral as it was feminine and sexual. Imagine a bright-eyed, demure, very top-heavy Page Three Girl, carrying a satchel of 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, womanly hips, and a curvy, fleshy behind.

At fifty-two, Nancy’s raven-dark hair required the assistance of a bottle to cover the grey streaks. The hips and derriere were decidedly larger -- post birthing of her now two adult children -- and though the tummy was relatively trim, there were beachheads of cellulite she could no longer deny. Good genes and the combination of swimming and Pilates had kept the worst of gravity's effects at bay. Most mercifully of all, considering her bra size, Nancy's heavy bust remained relatively buoyant. Requiring a size 30D bra by the time she was fifteen, Nancy had continued to blossom well into her late twenties. Post pregnancies, and now in her early fifties, she shopped in specialty lingerie shops for bras size 36K.

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

Having not seen them in almost six years, Nancy felt like she was meeting Olivia's children for the first time, such was the degree to which they had grown up and matured. Amelie, Olivia’s eldest, with her fiancé by her side, was a beautiful woman in her late twenties; Margot, Amelie’s younger sister, was equally lovely. But it was Olivia’s son, Gabriel, who truly caught Nancy's eye. At eighteen, he was a conspicuously handsome, very sweet, and well-spoken young man. With his dark hair, angular features, sparkling blue eyes, sensuous lips, and the heavily French-accented (albeit fluent) English, he was clearly going to cause a great number of young ladies to swoon in the years to come.

The group enjoyed a lovely dinner together, and the wine flowed freely. Olivia and her family had often holidayed in the area, knew it well, and the conversation turned to the sites worth seeing and the surrounding areas. Olivia offered up her young son as a private tour guide during Nancy’s two-week stay. Nancy took pity on the young man and reassured him that it wasn't necessary -- that he likely had a lot more fun things to occupy his time than to tour around an “old lady” -- but both Olivia and the attractive teenager would have no part of it.

"I would love to show you around, Nancy," offered Gabriel, with a slightly shy but disarming smile. "Yesterday, I rented a 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."

Nancy was flattered and happily accepted Gabriel’s kind offer.

The next day, everyone was abuzz with the excitement of Amelie and her fiancé's big event. Amelie looked beautiful in an understated white wedding dress, with delicate baby's breath flowers in her hair. Nancy had chosen a simple, tasteful A-Line dress in a summery, mauve chiffon. She worried that the synced 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 attractive. The flowy hem made the voluptuous older woman feel less self-conscious about what she perceived to be a large behind.

The ceremony felt intimate and beautiful, and the blushing bride looked exquisite. Afterwards, the twenty or so guests congregated in a lovely reception room with an expansive patio overlooking the ocean. Once again, the champagne flowed freely, and everyone in attendance seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely. Nancy had always adored wedding receptions. They were such happy events -- people looked their best, everyone was in a good mood, and love was in the air.

The music started, and people soon began to drift to the dance floor. In deference to the older members of the group, the music began with an assortment of slower songs suitable for pairs. Nancy was happily chatting with Margot when she felt a soft tap on her shoulder. She turned around in her chair to face a beaming Gabriel.

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

Nancy had found herself casting admiring glances at Olivia’s son from the moment he first appeared that morning in his slim-fitting black suit, taboo whispers entering her thoughts.

Wow. Now that's a handsome young man.

In addition to being tall, he looked like an elegant young movie star in his well-tailored suit. For some women, a man in a suit holds the same level of appeal as a woman in lingerie does for a man, and Nancy counted herself in that number. So, when Gabriel had politely asked her to dance, she smiled and accepted.

“Now how could a woman resist an offer like that, from such a handsome and charming young man?” replied Nancy, as the two women exchanged smiles. Nancy slipped her hand into Gabriel’s, and the pair made their way to the dance floor.

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

In truth, it wasn't just dancing that Nancy 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; her husband's sex drive never came close to matching her own. Already formidable in her thirties and forties, Nancy’s sex drive had only increased in intensity with age. A sexually ravenous older woman, feeling effervescent and sexy, with a few too many glasses of champagne, in the arms of a handsome young man in a suit on the dance floor, was a recipe for some inappropriately flirtatious comments.

"You look so beautiful, Nancy," gushed Gabriel, with innocent, disarming sincerity, adding,“By the way, I love your English accent.”

Just then, the light of late summer afternoon bathed Gabriel’s tanned face with a soft, warm patina, giving his blond hair a sheen, accentuating the sparkle of his gorgeous blue eyes. Nancy felt a warm surge in her tummy, another inappropriate whisper accompanying her gaze.

God, he has no right to be so sexy at his age.

"Well, young man," countered Nancy, with a mischievous smile, "I thank you for your lovely compliment. Let me tell you, if I were several decades 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."

Gabriel blushed and briefly averted his eyes in reaction to the older woman’s risqué, champagne-induced comments, his mouth breaking into a bashful smile. His response only succeeded in endearing him to her even more.

"Oh, my goodness, you’re blushing,” teased Nancy, feeling the heady buzz of a bit too much champagne. “Could you possibly be more adorable?”

Nancy felt the warmth of Gabriel’s hand on her waist, the soft flesh of her heavy bust pressed against his chest, as they moved in sync to the slow, bossa nova rhythm.

“So, in summary," added Nancy in mock contemplation. "You're drop dead gorgeous, tall, charming, mature beyond your years, 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."

Nancy’s comment prompted another crimson hue to colour Gabriel’s cheeks.

Afterwards, sensing his dance partner was feeling a little light-headed, Olivia's charming son escorted Nancy 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 taut cheek.

Having overindulged on champagne, the rest of the night was all a bit of a blur to Nancy. Indeed, waking the next morning, she found herself under the sheets of her own bed in just her semi-sheer bra and panties, with only a vague recollection of Gabriel escorting her back to her guest house that night, at the behest of his mother, at one point, the zipper of her dress being gently drawn down, being tenderly tucked in. Looking over at the loveseat near her bed, her heels, dress, and jewelry were all neatly assembled.

A bracing shower, coffee, and a croissant 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 Gabriel. Slightly horrified upon reflection, she sighed and committed to making amends later that day. She only hoped that she hadn't embarrassed herself too greatly, and that no one else had heard her risqué comments.

Hopefully, he’ll take pity on a horny woman more than thirty years his senior, who’d had too much to drink, and say nothing to his mother.

She had just exited her suite -- dressed in a long-sleeved blouse and a pair of short white shorts -- when she heard a tinny honk from the steps below. Gabriel sat perched atop his shiny Lambretta scooter, proffering her a bright-eyed smile.

Feeling more than a little sheepish, but before she could offer a word of apology for the night before, Gabriel launched into his plans to tour her around, starting with lunch at a lovely seaside restaurant famous for its paella and tapas. Olivia and the rest of the family would be busy getting Amelie and her new husband ready for their honeymoon departure the next day, and Olivia had asked Gabriel to show her friend a bit of the beautiful coastline. Ready for her morning adventure, Nancy straddled the scooter behind her young charge and off they went.

The coastline was indeed stunning – sunbaked rocky cliffs and sandy beaches -- and the feeling of the salty breeze in her hair was exhilarating. Indulging in a playful little tease, Nancy pressed her heavy bust firmly against Gabriel's warm, strong back. After touring around for almost an hour, they found their lovely little spot for lunch. The restaurant was in a charming little space that overlooked the ocean. It was impossible to overlook the understated romance of the setting. The smell of flowers and sea air permeated the inside of the intimate little cafe.

Walking towards the entrance, Nancy’s iPhone vibrated. It was a text from Olivia.

“Hope you two have a lovely day. Sorry, we couldn’t join you for lunch. Don’t tell Gabriel I told you this, but I think he’s developed a huge crush on you. A mother always knows!”

Nancy smiled, wondering whether a mother also knew when a crush like that was reciprocated.

Sitting across from each other, Nancy finally offered a heartfelt apology for her behaviour the night before. Again, ever the gentleman, Gabriel 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 smooth, tanned 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 had returned.

They enjoyed their lunch of sangria and tapas, Nancy genuinely delighting in her young guide’s gracious company and charming conversation. Looking back after admiring the ocean view, she caught him looking at her in a way that was not like she had been looked at in some time, the outline of her over-taxed bra, with its thick straps at her shoulders, visible through the thin fabric of her blouse. The handsome young boy quickly averted his eyes, but there was something transparently sexual about how he had looked at her. The portent of his gaze had excited her, but she tried her best not to dwell on her visceral response. No harm in thinking it, she whispered to herself. But feelings could be dangerous, and she tried to put the moment behind her.

To overcome the awkwardness, a budding sexual energy, and to lighten the mood, Nancy began playfully quizzing Gabriel about his romantic endeavours, his experiences with members of the fairer sex. Gabriel was slightly chagrinned by her motherly inquisition, his expression slightly sheepish, which Nancy found even more endearing. When pressed, he confessed to having had very little success with girls his age, at least beyond the initial crush stage. Nancy found that difficult to believe, but he was clearly being sincere, even a little melancholic. He claimed not to be able to relate very well to girls his own age, and that he found them immature and superficial.

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

Gabriel answered that he had – only once -- and Nancy was curious to hear the touching story of the pretty girl who'd stolen his heart for the very first time. Expecting it to be someone his age, she was shocked when he revealed that it had been a woman in her late forties!

Stunned by the revelation, Nancy felt compelled to press further. Did his parents know about it? Who was she? How long did it last? No, was his answer to the first question. A practical necessity, given she was the wife of a friend of his father, so a married woman no less. Gabriel pleaded with Nancy not to tell his parents and confessed that it had lasted several months.

“Did she break your heart?” asked Nancy in a tender tone that belied her shock, peering up into Gabriel’s downcast eyes.

Gabriel nodded; his expression forlorn. Nancy reached across the table and placed her hand gently against his cheek.

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

“And were you … intimate?”

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

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

The handsome young man averted his eyes once more, clearly reluctant to say more. Nancy placed her hand on his, leaned forward, and once more peered up into his downcast eyes.

"You can tell me, darling. The woman was my age. I can be your confidante," she said tenderly. "Please ... don't be shy."

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

Nancy felt her own cheeks flush.

"Yes?

Again, Gabriel seemed hesitant to speak.

"Oh, sweetie, don't be shy, please," she continued. "I'm old enough to be your mother. You can tell me. What's wrong? Is it ... a little small?"

Gabriel shook his head no, and Nancy felt a shiver of excitement course through her when she realized what he’d been so shyly reluctant to reveal. Nancy drew in a breath, feeling a shiver of excitement and a rush of damp warmth to the gusset of her panties.

Oh, my. Is this gorgeous young man about to confess to me that he has a really big dick?

"Is it ... quite ... um ... big?" she asked quietly.

He nodded in the affirmative, eyes shyly downcast.

"Oh, darling,” continued Nancy, feeling another tremor of excitement. “You needn't be ashamed or embarrassed about that."

Once again, she peered into Gabriel’s beautiful blue eyes.

"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 bit more experience, they begin to understand their bodies better. Older women … women the age of your lover … my age … often find a large penis very, very exciting and pleasurable."

Gabriel looked up with excited and hopeful eyes.

"Really?"

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

"Even when it doesn't fit?" added Gabriel.

"What do you mean??" she asked, slightly perplexed.

"It never fits ... inside ... inside the girl, I mean," he answered earnestly, albeit with some exasperation, stumbling for the right words. "That older woman … she was the first woman I could ... she was the first one I could fit quite a bit of it inside, but even then, not at first, and only after I had to ... force it. I really didn't like hurting her."

Nancy was truly taken aback. This latest information genuinely shocked her. More than that, it excited her. She felt flushed all over.

"Gabriel, darling, please don't be embarrassed," she said sweetly. "But ... exactly how big ... is it ... I mean … when it's fully aroused?"

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

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

Nancy's eyes widened, her inner whisper becoming a loud gasp.

ELEVEN INCHES??

"I beg your pardon?!?!" she gasped. "Sweetie, really?!"

"It scares girls when they see it," he added.

"I'm not surprised!" exclaimed Nancy. "That's ... well, that's ... extremely large."

Sensing an absence of ego on Gabriel’s part, Nancy suddenly felt her sexual stimulation interwoven with maternal softness, wanting to reassure the distraught young man. In a nurturing tone, 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 old enough to be your mother, sweetheart, and don’t you ever tell our mother I said this," she said with an impish smile, “but what you’ve told me makes me a little weak in the knees."

"What do you mean?" asked Gabriel sweetly, the brightness returning to his eyes.

"Well," she continued a bit sheepishly. "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 three decades older, I might try to seduce you."

The next day, Nancy was still buzzing from her conversation with Gabriel the day before. Indeed, Gabriel’s confession had dominated her thoughts ever since. That evening, after sunset, the unlikely pair agreed to a leisurely walk along the sandy beach, under the stars. Sandals in hand, the warm, moonlit sand felt exquisite under Nancy’s bare feet. Despite Gabriel’s boyish looks, Nancy had to keep reminding herself that he was only eighteen, such was his maturity and their seemingly effortless and blossoming compatibility. To her, he was both a gentle spirit and an old soul. Indeed, their budding friendship made her anxious. For when completely honest with herself, she had to face the fact that she was beginning to have genuine feelings for him; feelings that went beyond what was appropriate between a woman her age and a teenager.

Careful. He’s your best friend’s son, younger than your own.

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 return to work.

When it was time for bed, they finished their walk – the luminescent moonlight and cooler air bathing their bronzed faces and arms -- and Gabriel escorted Nancy to her guest house off the beach. When they bid their polite goodnights, Nancy leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. An awkward, prolonged silence followed – their eyes meeting and lingering an extra moment -- before Nancy tenderly brushed his short-cropped hair, smiled, and walked away. Unbeknownst to her, Gabriel never took his eyes from her until her door closed behind her.

It would have excited her to know that she was the recurring object of the teenager’s romantic and libidinous thoughts.

Nancy overslept the next morning and awoke to find a message waiting for her from Olivia. Olivia, her husband, Michel, and Gabriel would be spending the day at the naturist beach, and she was invited to join them. Despite the proximity of the beautiful ‘textile’ beach just steps from her villa, Olivia’s invitation gave Nancy pause. The area where Olivia, her husband and son would be spending the afternoon was one of the nicest and most popular nude beaches along the Costa del Sol. She knew Olivia and her family had always been naturists, completely at ease when it came to communal, nude-sunbathing, hence the appeal of the area, where it was so common. And although the thought of an ‘unveiled' Gabriel was enough to render her a little short of breath, at her age, and being a little self-conscious about her figure’s imperfections, she didn't know whether she herself could (or should) pull it off with dignity. Ultimately, after wrestling with her feelings of apprehension, she threw caution to the wind. Slipping on a relatively daring bikini, she covered herself from the waist down in a semi-sheer sarong, put on a big, floppy hat, and headed off to join the group.

Walking along the beach, Nancy eventually came to the sign marking the beginning of the FKK naturist beach, immediately encountering nude sunbathers of all shapes, sizes, and ages. Spotting Olivia waving to her, she made her way to where her friend and her husband had set up a large sun umbrella. Olivia and her husband sat on a large blanket, shaded from the intense Spanish sun, completely nude. Indeed, looking around, Nancy observed that she was the only one wearing a swimsuit. Being mid-Summer, like her, the older married couple were quite tanned. Michel, in his late fifties, and Olivia, the same age as Nancy, had both retained attractive bodies. Olivia was certainly smaller-chested than Nancy, perhaps a D cup, but had maintained a lovely figure. Nancy observed that Michel was larger than average in terms of endowment, and quite thick, and she thought her friend a lucky woman. Long-time naturists, Olivia and Michael were clearly completely nonplussed about their nudity.

Enveloped by the dry heat, the two fiends began chatting, and after a bit of effort, Olivia convinced Nancy to go topless. Taking a spot on the blanket, she reached back and unfastened the clasp of her bikini top, releasing her large, buoyant breasts, their soft pink areolae almost the size of saucers. She had to admit it felt deliciously freeing to be topless; and though she’d intended to go no further and leave on her high-waisted, cheeky bikini bottoms for modesty's sake, with a bit more, gentle prodding by Olivia, Nancy decided to be courageous, embrace a ‘when in Rome’ mindset, and cast North American attitudes about public nudity to the wind.

Grateful for having had the prescience to tidy up her neatly trimmed thatch of dark pubic hair before leaving for Europe, the sun and warm air felt marvellous between her fleshy thighs. Trying not to sound too expectant, Nancy asked Olivia where Gabriel was. Her friend pointed to the water. Squinting, Nancy could just make out the muscular form of her secret, taboo crush, shoulder-deep in the water. She also couldn't help but notice that he seemed to be chatting amiably with two middle-aged women.

Gabriel’s presence at the beach that day -- Olivia and Michel's, too -- was both strangely exciting and slightly unnerving. She was hardly a prude, but that kind of casual nudity, such an ordinary occurrence for them, did not come naturally to her. It all felt a bit surreal and more than a little sexual. With Gabriel out in the water, Nancy 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 areolas tingle and swell.

Nancy was just settling into a repose on one hip, one arm extended, when she noticed Gabriel heading towards shore. By the time he was waist-deep, Nancy was grateful for her dark sunglasses, allowing her to gaze discreetly. She kept replaying their conversation in the restaurant in her mind. Could his self-assessment really be true? Dimensions like that would make even the least skeptical of women suspect hyperbole.

With the water at his waist, it was now obvious that her young crush had indeed been blessed with a slim, beautiful body -- broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, deliciously articulated abdominal muscles. But when he emerged from the water entirely, Nancy, slack-jawed and wide-eyed in utter disbelief, discovered that Gabriel was clearly a young man of his word.

OH. MY. GOD.

Swinging heavily between his thighs was easily the largest penis Nancy had ever laid eyes on. Stifling an audible gasp, the fifty-two-year-old felt her face and throat flush. Staggeringly thick, the tip of the huge pink head reached more than halfway to the teenager’s knee. His enormous, equine-size sex slapped against his thighs as he strode towards them.

Sensing her fiend’s understandable but unspoken shock and awe, Olivia stated the obvious, offering a casual observation.

“Rather well-endowed, isn’t he?”

“Bit of an understatement,” replied Nancy with an awkward, sheepish smile.

Several others at the beach that day clearly concurred, as Gabriel's obvious largesse garnered surreptitious glances from sunbathers nearby. To say that he had a ‘big dick' was indeed an understatement.

“From what I’ve been able to pry out of him, girls his age are a little terrified of it,” continued Olivia. “Older women on the other hand …”

Olivia’s words trailed off as her smiling son approached.

"Hi, Nancy," said Gabriel cheerfully, sitting down on the towel next to his mother, drying himself off. In a flash of initial bashfulness, Nancy resisted the urge to suddenly cover herself. And though they both tried to appear otherwise, she and Gabriel were keenly aware of each other's presence, exchanging pleasant smiles several times. In truth, and despite being slightly self-conscious about her mature figure’s imperfections, being completely nude in his company prompted a shiver of excitement.

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 Nancy. When Gabriel leaned back on his elbows and closed his eyes, Nancy stole a furtive glance at his enormous penis. Befitting a studding horse, as thick as her forearm, the size of it continued to take her breath away, triggering inappropriate interior musings.

God, it’s so gorgeous. But it’s enormous. Flaccid, he’s twice the size of David’s erection. How do women manage something that size??

Despite her initial reservations about public nudity and a clothing-optional beach, especially in the presence of Olivia and members of her family, over the course of the afternoon, and after enough wine, her natural reserve began to give way to a sort of happy and confident hedonism. Simply put, the group nudity began to turn her on, especially given Gabriel’s company. She took a special delight in feeling Gabriel's eyes upon her, catching him stealing looks at her breasts and the dark delta between her thighs.

Though she was loath to make assumptions, the thought that a gorgeous eighteen-year-old might find a woman her age even remotely sexually attractive prompted another huge twinge of excitement. In truth, whether she knew it or not, despite her body's imperfections, the fact was, Nancy was still a very voluptuous and desirable-looking woman; a fact that was not lost on the fetching young man in her midst.

Looking around, Nancy felt an unexpected pang of jealousy whenever someone, usually a woman or a group of women, took notice of Gabriel. She decided to clear her overstimulated mind, and shake off the effects of 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 Gabriel sidle up beside her.

"Is it okay if I come with you?"

"Of course, sweetie."

In truth, it was more than okay, though Gabriel’s presence, the revelation of the size of his penis, the wine – it was all conspiring to make the busty older woman feel a little light-headed. She sighed at the thought that she might have developed an inconvenient and inappropriate crush. She could no longer deny to herself that there was a blossoming emotional connection between her and Gabriel, and that she lusted mightily after his young body. In her private thoughts, she could no longer deny that her handsome suitor’s penis – big enough to put the fear in the most ardent of size queens – caused a stirring and a dampening between her legs.

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. The warm sand felt lovely on her bare feet. Given the conspicuous gap in their ages, and their respective physical endowments, Nancy and Gabriel made quite a pair -- she, with her breasts undulating heavily as she made her way along the shoreline, her hips and fleshy behind arcing; he, with his ruinously large sex slapping against his thighs as he ambled along beside her. Nude sunbathers, mostly couples, passing them in the other direction, tried not to stare in keeping with nude beach etiquette.

After walking along the shoreline for a decent stretch of beach, feeling a little overwhelmed by the intense Spanish sun, the two of them took refuge under a canopied, outdoor stand-up shower. There were half a dozen nozzles, in sets of two. They stepped into the merciful shade, letting the cool, revivifying waters chute over their bodies.

"You've got sand all over that gorgeous butt of yours, darling," observed Nancy. She turned Gabriel so that the water hit his back, brushing sand from the flesh of his taut behind with her hands. His bum was a thing of sculpted beauty to her -- tight and small and pleasingly shaped. She then turned him to face her, ostensibly to see if he had sand elsewhere, but took the moment to watch the water cascade over his chest, down past his flat stomach, and over his massive penis. She briefly gazed upon it with both incredulity and wonder. As thick as her forearm, with a large vein running along its length, it extended down to a smooth, spongy-looking, circumcised head. Miraculously, as big as the head was, the shaft was thicker and wider.

She looked up, and their eyes met. After a few seconds of intense eye contact, Gabriel shyly averted his gaze, whilst Nancy softly brushed away a bit of sand from his chest.

"Sweetie, I don't mean to stare, and I don't want to embarrass you, but you really are an incredibly big boy," she said, eyeing his manhood with obvious awe and admiration. "Clearly, you weren't exaggerating -- I've never seen one that large before. My goodness, you'd tear me in two!” adding with a wink, "Oh, but what a way to go."

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

"You're so sweet,” cooed Nancy, playfully tapping the end of his nose with the tip of her index finger. “Thank you, sweetheart. Glad you approve.”

Standing closer now, under Gabriel's shower nozzle, Nancy turned and coquettishly asked Gabriel to check her behind for sand. With a quick intake of breath, she closed her eyes, revelling in the feeling of his strong, warm hands softly touching her naked bottom. It had been so long since she'd felt the touch of a man's hands on her body, let alone someone as desirable as Gabriel.

She turned again to face him directly, once again meeting his eyes whilst 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 triangle of public hair between her legs. Even more adorable was the look of quiet panic on Gabriel's face when his huge organ began to thicken and lengthen noticeably. Before the situation got out of hand, Nancy turned off their shower and encouraged him to wade out into the water -- ostensibly to determine whether that area of the beach had a sandy bottom or not -- before they set off back towards where his parents were.

As they stepped out, Nancy overheard a woman in the stall next to them whisper to her friend in English, "Pssst, Helen -- don't be obvious about it, but look at the size of that young guy's cock. It’s huuuge!"

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

Later that evening came the news that Olivia and her husband would be returning to France a week early. Olivia asked her friend to watch over her son, assuring Nancy that Gabriel would be fine on his own in their guest house if she occasionally checked in on him. Though Olivia sensed a bit of trepidation in her friend, in truth, Nancy found the thought of her and Gabriel left alone dangerously alluring.

When she bade Olivia and Michel goodbye the next morning, Nancy felt a mixture of wariness and excitement – as if she were boarding a train not knowing what the destination might be. The only thing she was sure of was that the thoughts and feelings she harboured for her friend’s son were both taboo and licentious.

Hours later, Nancy heard her iPhone vibrate. It was a text from Olivia. As she began to read her friend’s message, Nancy felt her pulse quicken, a crimson hue once more colour her cheeks.

“Dearest Nancy, thank you for watching over Gabriel. I’m sure you know that he adores you. My instincts tell me you may feel the same way about him. We mothers always know, don’t we? I just want you to know that you have my blessing, for whatever happens between the two of you. I know that may sound like a strange thing for a mother to say, but you are so warm and loving. Like most young guys his age, Gabriel needs the gentle, patient guidance of a mature woman exactly like you. Be well, my dearest, Nancy. Kindest regards, Olivia.”

After reading and re-reading Olivia’s text, Nancy set down her mobile with a trembling hand, her mind reeling from what she’d just read.

A mother's blessing … to fuck her horse-hung son.

That afternoon, as the hot Spanish sun began its first, late afternoon descent towards early dusk, Nancy spotted Gabriel through the vented shutters of her suite, wandering back from the beach, his mother’s message to her still replaying in her mind. Catching sight of him, she felt her heart flutter, a swirl of butterflies in her tummy.

You silly woman, you’re like a lovesick schoolgirl.

Wearing sandals, he wore a slip-style swimsuit. She gazed longingly at him through the shutters. He looked so gorgeous to her, so sexy and bronzed. Even from a distance, the hugely distended front pouch of his overtaxed swimsuit looked like it restrained a coiled anaconda. Nancy might have swooned were it not for the fact that one of the women who had joined Gabriel in the water the day before was walking next to him again. She was indeed roughly her age, rather attractive, with a lovely figure. It was clear to Nancy that the woman was rather taken with Gabriel. His pleasant and well-mannered demeanour made it difficult to tell whether he felt the same way or was even aware of the woman's doubtless lustful interest. But seeing them together, talking quite amiably, forced Nancy to acknowledge another twinge of jealousy. Something about that realization wore down her last shreds of morality, discretion, and restraint, and she found herself reaching for her mobile phone, heard herself inviting her young charge out for a candlelit dinner later that evening ...

Later, the dusky, early evening sun was still sufficient for her to dress for dinner without having to turn on a light. In her suite’s floor-length mirror,

Nancy’s high-cut red thong panties – with droplets of perfume placed in the front panel – complemented her smooth, bronzed skin. They were delicate and very brief, though not enough to dispel her courage to wear them for what was a very special occasion. The matching bra, with its wide straps – droplets of perfume in the large cups -- was robust enough to support such a formidable bust and still be pretty. She turned to look at her cantilevered profile, drawing her hand across her flat tummy and curvy behind.

36K. Hardly sounds sexy, but at least it’s pretty.

Seated, Nancy carefully slipped on a pair of sheer thigh-high silk stockings over her shapely legs, drawing the wide bands to the top of her thighs.

The soft, silky fabric felt deliciously sensual against her skin. Finally, she stepped into her snug-fitting and extremely short red polka-dot cocktail dress, drawing the zipper up at the back. The dress fit her like a second skin. Assessing herself in profile once more, she was grateful for having had the will to resist many high-calorie indulgences that week. In her form-hugging dress, and with her flat tummy, her body’s cantilevered bust-to-waist ratio was even more pronounced than usual. The kind of ratio that prompted both men and women alike to wonder to themselves how she didn’t fall forward.

As ready for my 'date' as I'll ever be. Still, I’ve never felt so feminine, or sexier.

Perfumed, her hair meticulously coiffed, earrings, open-toed heels, and lipstick in place -- the age lines around her still luminous green eyes obscured as best as possible -- she took one last look and then froze.

What are you doing?? He's eighteen, for god's sake, and he’s your friend’s son!

A brief, momentary crisis of conscience followed. She sighed and stood in pensive silence, looking over at her chic little purse, remembering her trip to the ‘farmacia' earlier that day, the awkward conversation with the young female pharmacist behind the counter. The girl had tried so hard to understand Nancy's limited Spanish and be helpful.

"Tiene ... condoms? ¿Condoms ... muy muy grandes? ¿Tiene lubricación para ... el sexo? Um, el ... pene de mi amante es ... gigantesco."

In the end, the girl had discreetly directed her to a bank of products at the back, the condoms marked “XXL-Extra-large-Extra-wide”, emblazoned with a horse head logo, and the small bottle of Uberlube now tucked inside her small purse.

Finally, after much agonizing, she defaulted to Olivia’s text and the broadest of rationalizations -- life was short, she cared very much for Gabriel, and passionate lovemaking had been too long denied to her. If it happened at all, it would be because they were two consensual people who both wanted physical intimacy. She grabbed her purse and left for the restaurant.

She arrived to find her handsome young companion for the evening already seated. The ambience in the restaurant was as she had hoped -- intimate, quiet, elegant, and darkly lit. Gabriel looked so handsome and mature in his black blazer, crisp white dress shirt, and stylish jeans. He held the chair for her, obviously greatly impressed with the way she looked. Nancy beamed at her ‘date’, kissing him softly on the cheek.

"You look ... unbelievably beautiful, Nancy," he gushed.

"Why, thank you, kind sir," she replied with a wink and a warm smile. "You look positively good enough to eat, but I think I'll have the ceviche just the same."

They ordered cocktails to start, and Nancy felt immensely more relaxed once the gin began to take effect. They ordered and, facing each other across their intimate-size table, enjoyed a lovely dinner, several glasses of wine, and delightful conversation, for what seemed to both of them like an hour but was actually almost three. The signals were all there for anyone to observe -- intense eye contact, flirtatious hair touch-ups on Nancy’s part, knowing glances, warm smiles, and telling shifts in body language. The air crackled with sexual electricity. These were two attractive people, however large the gap in their ages, who desperately wanted to have sex.

Nancy placed her hand atop Gabriel's several times, and restaurant staff would be forgiven for being confused about the true nature of their relationship: mother and son? Teacher and student? May-December lovers? Despite his impeccable manners, it would have been clear to any observer that Gabriel was absolutely smitten with his much older dinner companion. He listened intently to her stories, laughed at her amusing anecdotes, and was often gushing in his praise. After more wine than he was used to, he also became increasingly transparent in the way he looked at her, admiring the agreeable way she filled out her tight dress.

For Nancy, the confluence of romantic forces was intoxicating -- the wine, the romantic setting, the enchanting conversation, and the gorgeous and doting young man who made her feel like the center of his world in that moment. He made her feel sexier and more like a woman than she ever had before. It was a lethal mix, and her panties became so wet during dinner she worried Gabriel might detect the strong feminine scent emanating from between her silk-stockinged thighs.

"This is so nice, I don't want this evening to end," said Gabriel.

Nancy paused for a moment and then threw caution to the wind.

"Well, it doesn't have to, you know," she said with a warm, coquettish smile, then paused before adding, "Would you like to come back to my room with me?"

Gabriel blushed so deeply it was apparent even in the dim candlelight.

"Of course," he stuttered. "It’s late. I would be happy to ... to walk you back to your suite."

In that very moment, Nancy found him as sweet, innocent, and adoringly cute as she found him irresistibly sexy. She leaned forward, took his large hand in hers, looked at him with a warm, affectionate smile, and whispered softly.

"No, silly -- I meant so that we can make love."

The handsome teenager swallowed, dry-mouthed. She squeezed his hand, his nervousness triggering the nurturing mother in her.

"Oh, sweetie -- it's okay. I promise. Please don't be shy or feel bad or afraid. It's just two people who care very deeply for each other, wanting to express that intimately. The best sex really is love expressed as physical pleasure, you know. It can be our little secret, darling. I promise. But I’m not ashamed to admit that I absolutely adore you and very much want to make love to you."

She placed her hand under his chin and gently brought his bashful, downcast eyes up to meet hers.

"Don't you want to go to bed with me, darling?" she asked.

"Oh my god, yes, so much," came the quick response. "But ... "

"But what?" continued the sexually ravenous older woman with tentative excitement, her heart beating in her chest.

"But I ... I don't want to hurt you."

His concern was so genuine, it was all Nancy could do not to smother him with tender kisses.

"Oh, my darling, please don't worry about that, okay?" she said, once more playfully and seductively tapping the end of his nose with her finger. "You let me worry about that, okay?"

After Nancy signed over the bill to her room, Gabriel once more gallantly held her chair for her. The sight of her from behind -- the narrow waist, womanly hips, and curvy derriere -- made his pulse quicken.

"Sweetheart," said Nancy. "I'd like to go back to my suite and freshen up a bit. Would you be a very kind gentleman and allow me about twenty minutes before you come round?"

"Of course!" replied Gabriel.

"Thank you, sweetie. I know, we women are so silly sometimes."

Nancy kissed Gabriel on the cheek and left ...

END OF PART ONE