Flowers of Eros

This story is pure fantasy and for entertainment only. It contains scenes of incest. If that offends you, please read something else. All the characters in this story are over 18.

Betti had rented a cottage on the remote Greek island of Elpinike for the summer. Her teenage son and daughter, Mylo and Phylandra, accompanied her, somewhat reluctantly at first. When they saw the gorgeous cottage Betti had rented, standing on the edge of a headland with views of the Aegean, and masses of wildflowers everywhere, they began to change their minds.

"This might not be that bad," Mylo told his sister, "We can swim and climb and the bars sell alcohol without checking ID. Maybe we can let mom off the hook."

"Well," Phylandra demurred, "It's cute and everything but I don't know anyone here. All my friends are in Florida. What am I going to do here?"

Betti had been shopping at the local market and she returned with piles of fresh herbs, cheeses, lemons, grapes, wild berries, bread, fish and wine. She called her son and daughter in to help her put the groceries away.

"Isn't this heaven?" she asked them, well aware that they might not agree. "If I could live anywhere on earth, it would be here. My God! Everything at the market is so fresh and pure. No tasteless, genetically modified, American fruit. Taste these strawberries! Aren't they divine? I'm seriously thinking of buying this place and moving here permanently."

"Oh God mom! Don't be so dramatic!" Phylandra said, "They're just strawberries," she rinsed one under the tap and bit into it. "Oh wow! These things are good!"

"Why don't you two go for a walk and explore the scenery?" Betti said, "I'm going to cook dinner and check out the garden."

After Mylo left for the beach and Phylandra went to her bedroom, Betti opened the French doors and walked out into the big, overgrown garden. The plants and flowers were luxuriant and exotic, with many varieties she had never seen before. One huge bed of yellow and purple blooms drew her attention by their heavy perfume. She picked one and inhaled the scent.

These are absolutely stunning, she thought, I've never seen them before. I'd love to take some cuttings home and see if they might live in the West Coast climate. She picked a bouquet, mixed them with some leaves and ferns and took them inside. She found two simple glass vases in a kitchen cupboard and arranged the flowers carefully, mixing in some greenery. Then she placed the bigger vase in the center of. the big wooden kitchen table and carried the smaller one up to her room, positioning it carefully on her bedside table.

Returning downstairs, she began chopping vegetables and marinading pieces of fish in lemon juice, fresh olive oil and a mixture of local herbs. As she sliced herbs and chopped vegetables, she bent over the flowers from time to time, to breathe in their heady perfume. After she had prepared the meal, Betti wandered out into the garden. For a moment, she felt like a character in an ancient Greek story. Images of feasting men and women flashed in her mind. She saw people in bright white robes drinking wine from silver goblets. The vision changed abruptly to graphic details of an orgy. Naked men with leaves in their hair, masturbated openly while a voluptuous woman danced naked for them, caressing her large breasts and gesturing obscenely at her swollen vulva.

Betti shook herself and brought her attention back to the present and the pretty, peaceful garden she was traversing. Good Lord, she thought, I'm falling under some ancient Greek spell. She looked across the headland at the blue Aegean sea far beneath, and thought of Odysseus. Suddenly she felt the tremendous age and the archaic resonances of the place.

She realized she was standing beside the bed of heavily perfumed blossoms that she had picked earlier. I think I'll put some of these in the kids' bedrooms, she decided. It's the perfect way to wake up -- surrounded by Greek flora. She picked enough flowers to create two bouquets and went inside to look for more vases. When she'd arranged them, she carried them upstairs and placed one in each of the kids' rooms, near their beds.

From the landing, she heard Mylo and Phylandra talking and laughing downstairs. As if she was awakening from a dream, she called down, "Kids! Are you hungry? I'm ravenous! Let's eat!"

After dinner, Mylo helped tidy up and wash and dry the dishes by hand since there was no dishwasher. The house had no AC either and in the warm evening air, they sat by two metal fans to cool off.

"I'm getting to like it here," Phylandra volunteered. "It's relaxing. The water down there is crystal clear. You can see the seaweed and fish, it's really cool." She yawned. "Wow! I'm so tired. I could sink into bed and sleep forever." She dtood up and stretched. "Goodnight all! I'm out."

Mylo and Betti sat around for another half hour, yawning and talking languidly. Then Betti said,

"I don't know why we're still up Mylo, aren't you exhausted? I am! Phylandra had the right idea, I'm going to bed."

"Yeah, me too," Mylo yawned, "I'm not sitting down here on my own. Goodnight Mom!"

He hugged her and she kissed him on the forehead. "Goodnight sweetie, sleep tight."

At 3.00 am, in REM sleep, Phylandra tossed and turned, mumbling broken phrases. In her dream she was walking through an alley with a Greek boy she had seen in Athens. He had stared at her and said something in Greek that made his friends laugh. Now he was holding her against a wall, she felt his hard cock press against her thigh and his hand moving under her dress. Her body responded to his touch, wanting him to go further. He pulled her panties aside and let him finger her. She was grinding on his hand, when she looked up and saw his face. It was Mylo.

She woke with a shock, sweating, tangled in the sheet. Her body was hot. She sat up and pulled off her soaked t shirt. Naked, except for panties, she got out of bed and opened her door to let air in. Perspiration ran down her breasts. She saw a drop slide off her hard nipple as if in slow motion. Her pussy was swollen and her panties were soaked. She took them off and lay back on her bed, spreading her thighs. She caressed her clit. An image of Milo with his cock hard ready to fuck her flashed in her mind. She masturbated and came, picturing Mylo penetrating her. She rubbed herself off a second time. She needed to cum again. Each time she climaxed, she saw Mylo's face. What was wrong with her? Mylo was her brother. She was just super horny. It must be this place. It was a fantasy, it meant nothing.

Betti had trouble sleeping at first. She decided to sleep in the nude, which she rarely did with her kids around. But she was on vacation and it felt exciting to be naked in a new place. She lay under the crisp sheet, running her hands lightly over her full breasts. She felt her rubbery nipples harden and rub the sheet. She was horny! It must be the Greek air! She felt a rush of sexual energy. It had been months since a man had touched her! She couldn't even remember the last time she had masturbated. The flowers by her bed smelled so good! She opened her thighs, imagining a man's cock. She lifted her ass off he bed, pushing her sensitive vulva up and touched herself lightly through the thin cotton sheet. The sheet was getting wet from her thing! She stroked her lips through the sheet, enjoying the indirect touch. She teased her clitoris, getting it ready for pleasure. Then she heard a cry. Was it Phylandra? Another cry. Betti reluctantly pulled herself out of her bed and wrapped a towel around her naked body.

She quietly opened her door and tiptoed down the hall. Phylandra's door was open. She was about to go inside when her daughter moaned.

"Fuck me, Mylo!"

Betti peeked in. Phylandra was lying naked on the bed, her hand moving between her thighs. She moaned again.

"Fuck my hot cunt Mylo!"

Betti was shocked. Was her daughter asleep? Was this a fantasy or a dream? Phylandra was masturbating and moaning Mylo's name. Betti had a lewd image of Mylo on the bed with Phylandra, looking back over his shoulder at her as he mounted his sister.

As she stood watching her daughter, Betti was drawn into a vision of Mylo taking his sister, his pale buttocks clenched as he thrust into Phylandra. Betti let her towel fall to the floor, exposing herself to Mylo. She pushed her vulva out for him to see, and ran her fingers over her big breasts. She imagined him watching her slutty display, his lewd gaze exciting her. Betti felt like the Greek whore in her earlier vision. She pushed her swollen pussy out for her son, showing him her shiny wet lips, wanting him to smell her aroused cunt. He gazed longingly at her body as he pounded his sister. He will cum in Phylandra, she thought, but he's thinking of my cunt. I want him to fuck my wet cunt. I want his cum in me. I want his baby.

Betti's knees gave way as a powerful orgasm washed over her. The waves of pleasure slowly subsided as she returned to reality, standing in her daughter's doorway, juice dripping down her thighs, her nipples stiff, on the threshold of the quiet room where Phylandra was sleeping peacefully.

Betti picked up her towel and returned to her room. Had she been sleepwalking?Dreaming? The whole thing was weird, but they were in a new house in a foreign country. Things like that play tricks with your mind. Anyway, everyone was fine. She had a weird dream. Now she just needed a good night's sleep.

In the morning, Betti woke up refreshed. The flowers were still immaculate and beautiful by her bed. She put on a short summer dress with no underwear. She felt cool and free without a bra and panties. So what if her big nipples showed? Half the women she saw with their families were showing everything through their tight little tops. She remembered a few years ago seeing a French woman naked on a beach towel, spreading sunscreen on her naked teenage son's back. He had been sporting a half chubby! European women are more in touch with their bodies, she thought. We Americans are puritanical. A mother can have cute boobs, sexy thighs and a pretty ass, just like a porn star. Why shouldn't our kids see us as a whole person, a sexual person, instead of a neutered, stereotypical "Mom".

The Greek cleaning lady came by briefly to check on the days and times when she was meant to clean. Betti could only communicate in a few phrases. The old woman noticed the vase of flowers on the table and smiled. She said something in Greek that Betti thought would translate as "Flowers of Love". She repeated this phrase back to the woman, who smiled knowingly and rolled her eyes, as though in an ecstasy of love. "Be careful!" Betti thought she said, before she left.

Betti was chopping tomatoes and mushrooms for omelettes when Mylo came into the kitchen, bare-chested, wearing surfer shorts. Phylandra appeared soon after in a teeny bikini. The bottom was a thong and her round, bare butt stuck out fetchingly.

"Don't forget the sunscreen today," Betti cautioned. "We don't want to get burned."

Phylandra eyed her mom's breasts. She's not wearing a bra, she thought. Her boobs look huge! Not droopy either. Mom has a great figure! She glanced in a mirror at her own breasts. Not bad, she thought. Not as big as Mom's, but guys still check them out. She turned. Does my butt look too big in this bikini?

Betti served the omelettes with glasses of fresh orange juice. As they ate, she noticed Mylo glancing at her breasts. She asked her,

"Is this dress ok?"

"You look great!" Phylandra said. "Nice and cool. Summery."

"Thanks darling. I want to feel cool, not all constricted. Women here dress more casually, have you noticed? When in Rome, you know, but I don't want to draw attention."

"Mom, you're fine! You're a beautiful woman and you shouldn't hide it!" Mylo said.

"That's sweet, Mylo," Betti smiled, charmed at his sincerity. "Now get your towels and sunscreen and hit the beach. I'm going to get some things at the market and make a picnic basket. Then I'll join you."

Betti drove to the market by the little harbor. She wandered among the tourists and the locals, picking out items from the colorful stalls. Everything looked fresh and delicious. She found some gorgeous peaches and bought a kilo. Then she decided to get a coffee from the corner cafe. As she crossed the square, she noticed two young males drinking coffee, probably Italian, she thought. They were both staring at her. She decided to stash her shopping in the car. As she put the bags in the back seat, a peach fell on the ground. Betti bent to pick it up, forgetting for a moment what she was wearing. Her short dress rode up her thighs revealing her cute, naked butt. She reached to pull her dress down and heard one of the young men comment,

"Bella ragazza!"

She knew from the "bella" it was a compliment. Turning, and glancing past her admirers, Betti pretended to read the list of drinks on the chalkboard display. She walked slowly across the street to the cafe. Making her way past the young men's table, she stood at the counter and smoothed her dress over her butt. She felt very naughty with her bare pussy under the cotton dress. She ordered a cafe-au-lait and paid, giving the woman behind the counter a large tip. She took her time, chatting in broken Greek about the market, while she collected napkins and a spoon. Then she made her way casually to a table a few feet from the Italians. She set her cup and saucer down and pulled out a chair.

She took out her phone and pretended to check her messages. Then she took off her sunglasses, polished the lenses, and sipped her coffee. The Italian guys were staring at her with shameless directness, smiling broadly and commenting to each other in low tones. She knew how forward Italian men could be from her trips to Florence, during her college years. At the time, she couldn't believe how openly sexist the men could be at times. On the street, she had been touched and felt up like a piece of ripe fruit. With a few exceptions, though, the Italian guys were never rude or pervy, they just loved female beauty and didn't mind showing their appreciation.

Betti was enjoying the young males' attention. She decided to give them a thrill. She took some sunscreen from her purse, squeezed some on her hand and spread it on her thigh, rubbing it in with both hands. She lifted her left foot and pointed it at the boys, letting her sandal hang off her shapely foot. Without looking in their direction, she lifted her leg further. Her dress rode up, revealing her luscious upper thighs, as she spread sunscreen on her skin all the way down to her slim ankles. She knew very well the effect a woman touching her legs and thighs had on men. She finished her left leg and started on the right. This time, she bent her knee and started with her ankle. This pose left a gap between her thighs and she knew the young men might catch a glimpse of her bare pussy. Showing off her naked thing was making her very excited. She held her knee in this position for as long as she could, pretending to focus on covering her ankles. Then she slipped the mules off her feet and oiled her pretty toes and the tops of her feet. "How about a nice greasy foot job, boys?" she whispered to herself. Finally, she covered her right thigh with sunscreen and for a brief moment, opened her thighs wide and smeared sunscreen on her vulva. Then she carefully rearranged her dress, put the sunscreen and phone back in her purse, slid her toes into her shoes and stood up.

She checked her watch and turned to see if there was a ladies room. There was a unisex bathroom! She walked slowly past the Italian guys' table and entered the vacant room. Inside, she left the door unlocked. Would one of them have the nerve to try something? She waited another minute and heard a light knock at the door.

"Uno momento," she called.

She waited a moment and then and opened the door slightly. The taller of the two Italians was standing outside, looking embarrassed and hopeful. She scanned the cafe. No-one was paying attention. She beckoned him in. Closing and locking the door behind him, she stepped back and leaned against the bathroom stall. She held her hand up, indicating that he shouldn't touch her. He nodded, looking eager. She smiled and made a brief gesture of a man masturbating. He nodded and opened his shorts, exposing a slim, dark cock that was already hard.

Betti smiled at the compliment his cock was paying her and lifted her short dress. She exposed her thighs, and then slowly revealed her lips and her vulva.

"Bella! Bella!" the young man breathed and began to jerk off, pointing his cock at her.

Betti caressed her vulva and opened her thighs to reveal her glistening lips. She was very aroused. She wanted the young man to fuck her, but she had made up her mind not to take any chances. Instead, she slid her finger between her lips and raised it to her nose, sniffing herself seductively.

"Oh Bella!" the youth exclaimed, as she stepped forward and rubbed her juice on his lips. "Porte paradiso!"

"Gates of paradise?" Betti laughed. "Grazie cara!"

She held her dress high and turned to show him her round, perfect ass. The young man groaned with desire, speeding up his rhythm and pointing his cock at her ass. Betti lifted her dress all the way to her neck, exposing her slim waist, her cute belly and her huge, jutting breasts. She shook her big tits and moved her pussy, as though she was fucking.

"Ah! Ah! Mothafucka" the Italian grunted. Quoting some rap song, she thought! He ejaculated big sprays of cum, pointing his penis at her cunt. When he was finished, he blushed charmingly.

"Grazie!" he breathed, "Donna Bella!" He stretched out his cummy hand and took her hand in his, kissing her fingers and breathing her pussy scent on them. She took her hand back, sniffed a trace of his cum and stepped towards him, pushing her naked breasts into his chest and rubbing her cunt against him, to leave her scent on his shorts. She kissed him briefly, full on the mouth. Then she put her finger to her lips. He stepped aside, looking longingly after her, as she unlocked the door and stepped out. She walked past the young man's leering friend, out of the cafe and across the street. She got in her car and drove off, triumphantly, her heart fluttering from her adventure.

Mylo and Phylandra found a large space on the still uncrowded beach and spread their big towels on the sand. Phylandra had some of the sweet smelling flowers tucked into her hair. She knelt over her brother and spread sunscreen on his back and shoulders. Then she rubbed it into the backs of his legs. She recalled her dream, as her fingers massaged his muscular thighs. She let her bikini bottom brush against him, as she applied the sunscreen. She felt horny with her ass exposed to everyone walking by, and only a thin gusset covering her freshly shaved pussy.

When she finished sunscreening her brother, she lay face down on the towel and undid her bikini top at the back. She knew she was showing some side-boob, and wondered if Mylo would notice.

"Can you do my back, Mylo?" she asked, closing her eyes.

Mylo knelt over his sister and spread sunscreen on the backs of her ankles and calves. He smelled the flowers in her hair as he worked his way slowly up her legs. He spent a long time rubbing sun cream on the backs of her thighs. Her bare ass globes were right above his hands. He could see the thin string of her thong disappear between her cheeks and then merge with the gusset that encase her bulging pussy.

Mylo's erection grew in his swimsuit. She was his sister, but her ass and pussy were right by his face. He finally decided to sit on her butt while he oiled her back. Phylandra felt Mylo settle on top of her. His erection pressed between her butt cheeks.