"You're wasting your money again mam." Said Gail, as her mother Audrey texted yet another competition entry into her phone.
Audrey replied, "well someone has to win, it could well be me, you never know."
Gale sighed and asked, "what's this one for?"
"A luxurious weekend for two to Monte Carlo, sounds incredible." Replied Audrey.
Gail laughed and said, "you have about as much chance of winning that as I have of being the next Miss Universe."
"You'll see young lady, you'll see."
A few weeks later Audrey's phone pinged.
A message read, *Congratulations... you have won the first prize in draw WE 4678 ...An all expenses paid luxury weekend in Monte Carlo for two people... we will contact you on this number later today... Once again Congratulations... The Dream Draw Team*
Audrey couldn't believe it and thought it was a scam, until the team contacted her an hour later to confirm the win.
Excitedly she rang Gail to tell her, and gloat a little about her scepticism.
"That's wonderful mam, when do we go?" Asked Gail after Audrey had given her a rundown of the itinerary.
"What do you mean, we?" Laughed Audrey.
She continued, "I thought it would be nice to let Sarah and Bethany have a break of a lifetime, they could never afford a trip like this, what do you think?"
Gail was overwhelmed, a girlie weekend in Monte Carlo for her daughter and granddaughter was an incredible idea.
"That's so generous mam, they will love it."
Sarah and Bethany were blown away with the gift, and showered Audrey with love, flowers and wine.
The mother and daughter were more like sisters. Sarah had Bethany when she was just thirteen, and at thirty-three was a stunning beautiful woman, as was her twenty year old daughter.
The two had a shopping spree in Manchester, before jetting off, first class to the French Riviera.
The chauffeur driven limousine picked them up at the airport, before whizzing them off to the Ritz Hotel in Monte Carlo.
They were greeted with champagne in their suite. It was the best in the hotel with two bedrooms, a master bathroom, complete with sunken bath and a balcony with stunning views of the harbour and the multi million dollar yachts.
"Wow, I still can't believe we are here," said Sarah, " fancy two working girls from Weatherfield staying at the Ritz."
Bethany, her arm around her mother's waist, entranced by the view, replied, "I know, it will probably never happen again, let's make the most of it."
It was a warm sunny day. They changed into almost matching tops and very tight shorts.
They sauntered into town, past the designer shops with no prices displayed on the goods, the old *if you need to ask the price, you can't afford it* saying.
By the harbour they were mesmerised by the sheer size of the yachts, all seemingly just moored awaiting their millionaire and billionaire owners.
There was one yacht that appeared to have activities on board.
As the girls approached Bethany whispered to her mother, "god, just look at him, he is gorgeous, what a body."
"I certainly wouldn't kick him out of bed," replied Sarah.
The object of their attention was a tall, six feet plus, bronzed Adonis. Stripped to the waist his muscles rippled and his stomach was as flat and hard as a board. He wore a pair of white shorts, with a distinct bulge, which didn't go unnoticed by the girls.
He turned and noticed them staring.
"G'day girls," he said with a distinctive Australian accent, and sauntered towards them.
He was even more attractive close too, long flowing sun bleached hair and a chiselled handsome face, his skin a deep bronze.
Bethany was visualising him naked in bed, her panties were beginning to moisten at the very thought.
"Hello," said Sarah, beautiful boat, is it yours?"
The young man laughed, "I wish, we just crew for the owner, he's an American tech millionaire, we see him a couple of times a year, but mostly we just do a maintenance job on her."
He continued, "do you want to come aboard, a quick tour?
"That would be fantastic, thank you." Replied Sarah as she started up the gangway, followed by Bethany.
"Good to meet you girls, I'm Bruce," he said.
"I'm Sarah and this is my daughter Bethany."
The Australian looked astounded, "Sorry did you say daughter? Surely you mean sister."
Sarah replied, "we get that wherever we go, but no, she's my little girl."
Bruce looked at both women, and thoughts raced through his mind, * mother and daughter together, a dream, both fucking gorgeous, both sucking on my dick, jeez I would love it.*
Sarah could see what he was thinking and gestured with her eyes to Bethany, to look at the bulge, which seemed to have grown.
"Wow, you must have been very young, or have a fantastic plastic surgeon," said Bruce laughing, then added, "I guess you were young."
Sarah replied, "yes, very young." And left it at that.
Bruce escorted them around the yacht, and the two were mesmerised by the opulence and sheer luxury .
"Fancy a drink?" He asked, and proceeded to the galley and came back with a bottle of very expensive champagne.
The three drank the bottle quickly and Bruce had certainly taken a shine to Sarah and had slipped his arm around her shoulder. Despite being engaged to Adam Barlow, she certainly didn't object to the obvious advances of the young Australian.
Bethany got the message and said, "I will go on deck and top up my tan." She picked another bottle of champagne and said, "don't do anything I wouldn't do mummy," and with a cheeky wink left them alone.
Immediately she had gone, Bruce and Sarah were kissing passionately, their mouths meshed together and tongues swirling in the others mouth.
As Bruce reached for her breasts, her hand dropped down to his shorts and she rubbed his quite sizeable erection.
As the stubble on Bruce's beard began to scrape on her skin, reminding her of Adam, she thought to herself, *two hours in Monte Carlo and I am, hopefully going to get fucked by this Aussie, what a shameless bitch I am. And going to enjoy every minute.*
Bruce lifted her tee shirt over her head and within seconds had unclipped her bra and attached his mouth to her nipple.
Much as she was enjoying the experience, Sarah was desperate to see his cock. She stroked his erection as he continued to suck her nipples, the eased down the zipper and reached inside his shorts.
A gasp exited her lips as she held all eight or nine inches of rock hard Australian cock in her small hand.
She immediately dropped her head to his lap and took the bulbous head into her mouth. Then she licked the whole way down, following the veins with her tongue, then up the other side repeating the journey. Then swallowed as much of him as she could fit into her mouth.
She had sucked many cocks, but none compared to the one currently filling her mouth and nudging the back of her throat.
Bruce was obviously enjoying this unexpected blow job but wanted to plant his tool deep into this little English sweetheart.
Reluctantly he lifted Sarah's head and said, "wanna fuck?"
Sarah didn't reply, she simply stood and quickly dropped her shorts and panties to the floor and impaled herself on the huge cock.
As the Aussie slid into her, Sarah began to rotate her hips, driving him deep inside, then easing off until he was at her outer lips, before plunging down again.
With the heat of the day, the opulence all around them and the excitement of a 'stranger fuck' it wasn't long before Sarah experienced her first orgasm. Then very quickly as she sensed that Bruce was about to come, she climbed off him and positioned herself to take him in her mouth.
As Bruce spurted his jizz, Sarah took most of it and as his cock finally began to wilt, showed him the contents of her mouth. She let the sticky fluid dribble out, over his quickly deflating cock and then very erotically, licking every morsel off again, it was the most intense experience of his life.
Bruce brought another bottle of champagne and naked they sat drinking and kissing on the black leather sofa, where they had made love.
Meanwhile up on the deck, Bethany had settled into one of the luxurious sun loungers, taken off her top and bra, and was listening to her music while soaking up the Mediterranean sunshine.
"And who the fuck are you?" Said a distinctively American accented voice.
Bethany removed her Bluetooth earphones and casually said, "Bethany Platt from Manchester, pleased to meet you."
The tall American, who was almost a clone of the Australian, Bruce, apart from the short cropped hair, said, "and I repeat, who the fuck are you, and more to the point, what are you doing on this yacht?"
Bethany couldn't help noticing that the American had hardly taken his eyes from her breasts.
"We were invited onboard by Bruce."
"We?"
"My mother and I, she is, how you say, below decks with Bruce."
The American said, "doing what?"
" By the look on their faces when I left them, fucking each other's brains out." Replied Bethany rather casually.
"Your mother you say, Bruce normally goes for a younger woman, someone like you for example." Said the American.
Bethany laughed, "you obviously haven't seen my mother."
He extended his hand, "the names Mike, pleased to meet you."
Bethany was feeling rather naughty, whether it was the champagne, the thought of simply being on a million dollar yacht in Monte Carlo, or because she wanted sex with this hunk before her, but she ignored the hand and stepped forward and opened her mouth onto his.
