I can see him now, he doesn't know it, but I can see him. I can see his cow brown eyes roaming over her breasts. I'm watching those eyes slipping down to the little crinkled tip below her throat and into the line of her cleavage, lazily caressing her full breasts. I bet he's fantasising over the size and shape of her nipples; wondering whether they're short and stubby or long and pronounced; wanting to know how dark or pink her areola will be. I can see him dreaming of holding, kissing and sliding his hands over her firm lush thirty six D's.
I can see him now, wondering what lies beneath the all in one swimsuit she's wearing. I know he's trying to imagine where her tan ends; wanting to touch that white smooth stomach of hers; down over the mummy pouch and beautiful wrinkles and thin crinkly life lines below. Wanting to see them spreading down to her who knows what delights await him. I can see him watching, perving, guessing, wanting her. I can see him; I'm watching him, waiting to spoil his chances. I have her, she's mine and I am hers, we two are one. Now he's wondering whether she shaves or waxes or even perhaps goes "au naturale". I know, I know it all, but I'll ever tell him. I won't let him anywhere near my secret kingdom. He'll never kiss and lick or suck her sex lips; never wiggle his tongue on her bud or taste her pussy juices as they slide into his mouth down his tongue, I won't allow it. I know what he wants and I'll make sure he never gets it. I will not be beaten
I can see him now ogling her now as she emerges from the pool, dripping wet, her hair plastered to her scalp and back; her breasts heaving from the effort of swimming, nipples denting the fabric. The rivulets of water sliding down her body, dripping from her arse, down to the ground around her. He craves her, uses her to imagine what his girlfriend will look like in twenty five years time. He wants my cake and he wants to eat it too, in front of me. How dare he presume... He wants all my jewels, all my pleasures. He wants to usurp me; his is a hostile takeover. A gut and run; taking my precious babies with him. I won't let him, I will stop him dead. I will take whatever action I need to take and I will foil his deadly quest. I will not be overthrown; I will not be beaten by a child/man. My house, my home, my women, my game and always my rules, he'll learn too late not to mess with me.
Now he's aware that he's been staring too long at her; but not before he has letched over her arse as she bends to get her towel. The suit so tight he can see the crease and mound of her pussy outlined against the straining material. Legs apart, back to him, she bends at the waist to pick up her towel; the edges of those glorious globes, just showing where her tan line ends. He'll be hard now, like me, hard and wanting her, wishing he could just step forward, cock in hand and skewer her in front of everyone, hear her gasp of delight as he sinks into that beautiful, wet hole. He's hard at the thought of holding her hips and driving into her, pounding her; feeling her sweet pussy juices coating his rock hard cock. He's dreaming of pushing himself all the way in and then slowly out of her. Her moaning will soon begin to drive you insane as she cums and rocks from side to side, thrashing herself against you, driving you over the edge, cumming, spurting inside her; muscles tight and jangling. Over the top, down the hill, pushing, sliding, pulling, ropes of cum spraying about. Spent, you're falling back, her cries of pain as your cock head pulls out, releasing the thick gooey white cream-pie. Sitting on the grass your cock wilting and dripping as she shudders when she senses the cum dripping out of her; watches it shining in the sun as it pools on the grass.
He's now staring at his girlfriend, thinking of later wondering whether she'll let him fuck her and knowing that he'll be thinking of her mother instead of her; fucking an imaginary mature women. Thinking how great she's going to look at her mother's age. Well I have a little surprise for you; you cocksucker. I already know what your twenty five year old girlfriend feels like, because I've been fucking her since she was eighteen and she is just like her mother, my wife. We three have a secret and you'll never know it; we know everything about each other. Everything; so I win and you'll always lose. We fuck as often as we can, her and me, her and her mother, me and her mother, all three of us; you think of a way and we've tried it..