I'd always got on very well with his mum I'll call her Mrs B to save embarrassment. I'd be wearing a shirt and Mrs B would say how smart and handsome I looked and how she was sure all the girls would be after me that night. I'm ashamed to admit it now but I would even tell tales about her son and suggest that he should be much nicer and more grateful to his lovely mum. We were having great fun — most of the time was spent on the beach — and I remember Mrs B asking if I had been working out, and made her usual remarks about how the girls in town wouldn't be able to keep their hands off me. For my part I never told a soul, she is still with her husband, and I obviously didn't impress her very much that night as no further advances ever came my way.
I was now aware, although slightly gob smacked, of what was, or could, be going on here. Paul had always been teased about the fact that he had an attractive mum. She asked me why I didn't have a girlfriend and said she thought I was wise if I was playing the field. I definitely was the fittest I've ever been; I played rugby, was tall with longish sun-bleached blonde hair and a tan from surfing. This sounded like great fun as his parents were very laid-back and there were always lots of other holidaymakers at that time of year, particularly young girls and backpackers out in the local pubs. Mrs B asked me to dance. Mr B ended up storming off and Mrs B turned to us and asked if we didn't mind an oldie like her hanging around with us. Paul wasn't too bothered as he was more interested in one of the Germans we had met and I, being the little charmer I was, said "of course not" and "you're certainly not an oldie" with a cheeky grin We walked in and saw Mr and Mrs B who had obviously had quite a few more drinks and were seemingly getting a bit fed-up with spending 24 hours a day with each other for a whole week. When we got to the beach she took my arm and said what a gentleman I was for looking after her when I should be walking some beautiful young girl home. So, up the coast we went, arriving on Monday, we had a week. I remember suddenly feeling really nervous and incredibly excited. She stopped walking, looked at me, and then began to stroke my arm, smiling directly at me. I wasn't a virgin but this was nothing like the other times. I'd always got on very well with his mum I'll call her Mrs B to save embarrassment. In the morning I heard all about his German experience and he apologised for sneaking off and leaving me with his mum and promised to be my wingman next time we were out. Then she kissed me. Picture posed by models. As I got into my bed Paul came home trying to sneak in as quietly as possible. She ran her hands under my shirt and scratched her nails down my chest, which made me physically shudder. I just nervously laughed and said something along the lines of her being as good looking as any of the girls in town tonight. She pulled me closer to her and told me I was very handsome. For my part I never told a soul, she is still with her husband, and I obviously didn't impress her very much that night as no further advances ever came my way. Have your say about this true confession below Probably through a mixture of guilt and sobering-up slightly we realised we should be getting back. I did have a bit of a crush on her and whenever I was at their house I would find an excuse to chat with her and do everything I could to make her laugh, always trying to impress and pretend I was much more mature than I was. Mr B didn't appear to have any idea either — he was more worried about packing up and getting home before the traffic.
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