One of those secrets involved keeping her body protected from the sun, so that her skin glowed milky white, contrasting excitingly with the black lingerie she liked the wear.

Cyril had sensed a certain sexuality about Greta when she came to apply for the job of housekeeper for which he had advertised. He had looked boldly at the cleavage of the tits he wanted to bare and touch, and her smile had told him he would be welcome to do so.

On her first night on the job, she had shared his bed, and had done so ever since, doing the job as no woman before had ever done. Until Greta, he had considered himself a master of the erotic arts, but she had taught him many new tricks, and delighted in doing so.

"There," Cyril said with satisfaction as he finished sucking the second tit and stared at the elongated nipple, the biggest he had ever seen, "that should hold those beautiful big tits for now. My face is cold. Do you think you know how to warm it up for me?" he asked as he turned and lay on his back, his cock throbbing, his eyes shining with hot desire which would not be slaked for a long time.

"Yes, my little boy. You just lie like that and Mummy will warm your face for you, with her big ass and cunt. My little boy likes Mummy to do that, doesn't he?"

"Oh yes, yes, show it to me, Greta, show me all of it and then sit on my face. You know how much I love it when you do that."

As he lay trembling, Greta knelt up, then swung a leg slowly over him, letting him look at the cunt which was always so receptive, so hot, so juicy, then she just knelt above him and played with her big tits while he looked up into her crotch and at the lower slopes of her perfectly rounded ass cheeks.

By nature, Cyril was a strong-willed, dominant man, but he loved playing the game she had taught him, the game in which he was an innocent little boy, and she was his mother, his very sexy mother who did such exciting things to him and with him.