Life at the chateau Le No Trespassing near the Mediterranean Sea in Cannes, France was little different than in the other lavish villas and chateaus on the Cote d'Azur.
They were splendid parties, afternoon gatherings on the sprawling lawns, riding the horses in the forests to the rear off the coast and many private dinner parties attended by the well-to-do, international celebrities that included film, stage and TV personalities.
There were also many lovely long afternoons with nothing to do, evening when the stillness in the exclusive neighborhoods was little different than that found in American small towns and suburbs of great cities, or in the cities themselves on long weekends or on cold winter nights with most of the populace indoors.
What Steve loved most about Cannes, the chateau and the environs he was becoming more and more familiar with as one day passed into another was the natural politeness and manners of the native French people who lived in the small villages, hamlets and tiny towns in the vicinity of Cannes.
With Mrs. Staunton, Maurice driving the limo-since, Steve was riding in the rear, the window down, as Melissa was explaining some of the local sights.
As they drove past an auberge, a country Inn, Melissa said, her voice a low confidential whisper, "that's where I used to go incognito when I first came here, Steve."
She had her arm around his shoulder. The boy's fly was open and Melissa's other hand was quietly jerking off his erect penis as the car drove along.
Of course, up front, Maurice could not see nor hear a thing because of the extreme privacy the back seat of the limousine afforded its occupants.
"What did you do there, Melissa?"
Her dress was up to her waist. Steve had taken down her filmy lace panties but moments after they climbed into the car. In her cunt was a vibrating dildo about the size of a clothespin. Its 'engine' was working quietly and Mrs. Staunton's misty eyes reflected the intense joy she was receiving from the instrument Steve had inserted into her darling cunt at her special request.
"Well," she replied, looking at his handsome cock on which she was now sucking regularly, as often as he was using it to fuck the older woman in both her delicious cunt and her unusually tight anus, "I couldn't move into the villa right away, you see… "
"… you've already told me that part."
"So excuse me," she said, grinning to herself. Now that they were as familiar as they were, Steve was quickly assuming a realistic masculine role in the unusual relationship.
No, longer was she all his 'older mother' but at times, this one was an example, Steve became either her paramour, her lover, her master or her gigolo. It all depended on circumstances and most of these situations really amused Melissa.
"Well," she went on, "I hadn't yet hired Maurice, of course, but I had hired Madame Andre and George. Those two seem to come together."
"And, of course," she went on dryly, still playing with his cock, squeezing it, loving to rub the rosy head of Steve's weapon wit her thumb and irritate it from time to time with her fingernail, "our lovely Nellie hadn't yet come into the picture… "
"Go on… go on," he said impatiently. He was now playing with her cunt. He had his finger in, feeling the vibrations of the dildo and liking the usual sensations.
Until now Steve had been totally unfamiliar with dildoes, vibrators and other sexual objects Mrs. Melissa Staunton kept in good supply in the chateau.
"Well, I had this small Porsche and I would drive to that auberge we just passed to take my evening meals. I would go every evening. A really good cook, excellent service.
"The management consisted of… well, it's still the same, I guess… the owners, of course, a nice middle-aged couple, their young son, a boy younger than you, and his sister. She was about your age. Very very pretty, very very sexy… as you will see.
"Her name was Odile and…
Steve interrupted, asking Melissa to spell the name.
"I've never heard of that name, Melissa," he said with some annoyance and impatience.
Melissa spelled it and went on: "She served the tables, you know, took the order and brought it back from the kitchen,"
"I used to sit in a kind of secluded corner and listen to a transistor radio that played classical music broadcast by the radio station in Monaco. It's one of the best classical radio FM stations in the world and they have a magnificent music library… "
"Go on… go on, please, Melissa. When you tell me a story, you drag it out so…,"
"I'm sorry, darling. Well," Melissa started, up again but lay back as Steve's finger accidentally struck her clitoris and he began to stimulate it.
When he heard her moaning and looked to see her eyes were closed, he realized he was giving her some pleasure so he started to rub her clitoris in earnest.
Steve just loved to have her 'suffering' at his command and as she jerked off his cock more eagerly as he pinched and squeezed her clitoris and rubbed it until it was burning hot, he thrilled to the strange erotic noises she made.
Either Melissa was growling or moaning or squealing. Or she'd be panting. Or she'd be humming. Steve liked it when she'd be humming and this was usually when he was either licking and sucking, tonguing her sweet asshole before she knew he would shove his prick up into it; or she'd hum when he was sucking on her little toes.
Another sound she made that he adored was what might be called a whimper. Like a child as it cries softly.
Melissa would whimper as she'd be sucking off his cock, her fingers manipulating his loveable testicals, Melissa waiting for that glorious, momentous moment when she'd feel his cock churning and then throbbing, realizing that pretty soon, his-balls were going to release that fluid so precious to her that when Steve would explode his scum into Melissa's sucking mouth, she could never get enough of it.
For minutes afterwards, long minutes, she would keep his prick inside her warm mouth, milking it with her finger tips, squeezing it, wanting more, more of his sweet thick scum.
She would even chew on his balls, or pinch them in the hopes this would generate more fluid that would satisfy her rabid thirst.
"Oh, Steve," she groaned as he got down on his knees in the rear of the car. He very much felt like sucking her cunt now and more so, because the vibrating dildo inside her hot pussy had surely generated a whole lot of pussy honey and the more of this in her beautiful, fragrant cunt, the more Steve loved to rub his face in her juices, bury his tongue up inside to feel her liquid wetness.
This particular time he had the sudden desire to suck her and feel the big vibrator rumbling at the same time.
"Oh Steve… oh my darling…," she began humming, then, as his teeth chewed on her clitoris, and he could feel it vibrating in unison with the dildoe, she started her whimpering.
"Oh oh oh, Steve… yesss, ohoooo, ohooo, yes, yes, my dear one. Good boy… oh Steve, you're so gentle, yesssss, suck me. Oh yew wow, oh Steve, yessssss. So hot. So hot… yessss, suck me. Bite it, Steve. God, bite it. Yes, like that. It's so good."
Giving her a last lick, then sitting up to rub his wet face all over her face, Melissa loving to lick up her own slimy juices, sucking them out of his nostrils where her honey cream would collect, from even his ears and especially from his tongue and teeth, he finally relaxed next to her.
"Go on, Melissa, I didn't mean to interrupt."
She opened her eyes. She laughed. She returned her hand to his cock. It was still hard. Then spontaneously, she bent her head to open her mouth and such the full length of his handsome tool down her throat.
As she did this, she played with his balls and when he felt her index finger sneaking under inside, he spread his left leg apart and the lifted it up so that her finger could easily slide into his hot moist asshole.
Steve loved it when she taught him how to enjoy being fingered up his virgin asshole; and there were sometimes when he couldn't get enough of it from her and in the privacy of his own quarters introduce certain objects up his ass at the same time he'd jerk off is own cock.
"Well, Steve… oh, yes, where was I? Oh yes, now I remember."
She pulled her skirt up higher and began to masturbate, her eyes closed as she continued her little story about the auberge:
"Odile was her name, right?"
"Right, Melissa. Just go on with the story."
"You've got me drunk on sex, darling."
"Now don't put the blame on me," he said in a tone of voice one associates with boyish petulance.
"Odile and I grew quite friendly. One night it was raining. There were no other customers. I was having my soup. I dropped the spoon accidentally. As I tried to lean down to reach to the floor, I knocked my transistor radio off. Odile saw my problem. She came over.
"She was wearing one of those very mini-mini skirts that were fashionable at the time. When standing it came just below her darling buttocks. She always wore pantyhose. This evening, I don't know why, her legs were bare. I'd noticed, of course.
"I'll get it for you, Madame," she cried and down under the tablecloth she went. As she did, her skirt hiked up completely in the back. She was on her hands and knees and I could feel her hair brushing against my bare legs. I wasn't wearing any stockings, or panties, for that matter myself.
"I looked down at the edge of the table. Moving slightly, I saw her bare behind! I loved it! Her ass was completely naked and I could see the wonderful hairy mouth of her cunt, Steve. It was such a young cunt, so pretty, just enough hair, the lips like Nellies', you know, so pink and so sweet to look at.
"Well, I couldn't resist. I just could not resist!"
Steve looked up at her. Her eyes were tightly closed. He could hear the buzzing of the vibrating dildoe. She was masturbating her clitoris with rapid motions of her index and third finger, squeezing and pinching it.
"Well, I ran my hand all over her bare buttocks and she didn't even more or jerk up or do anything that I expected.
"I moved my finger down the crease of her ass until it came to her little asshole and still Odile didn't move, not a single inch.
"Then the next thing I know I feel her hands sliding up my skirt and when she discovered my naked cunt, all hairy and wet, she let out a long sigh and that was when I slipped my finger into her asshole and she loved every moment of it as I fucked her right there.
"I know she would never believe it. Never, but it was actually happening Steve. I swear it!"