Kitchen

Susan stood up and started to take off her clothes, the first to come off was her tight tank top, which she struggled to get out of, Oscar wondered why that was her choice of casual clothes. Well, good for him.

After struggling out of her shorts, there she was, an oriental masterpiece, carved by the finest craftsmen using only the finest materials. Clothes or no clothes, Oscar was never going to get tired of looking at her.

She hunted down a pink bra and wrapped it around her huge breasts. The bra was a survivor, its straps and silky cups barely holding on for dear life. She was already wearing matching panties. Protecting her thick pussy lips and perhaps wanting to be sucked into them.

Susan gave a thumbs up and they headed for the kitchen. As they walked around the resort they encountered several relatives but luckily they avoided them. Oscar, of course, never missed a chance to grab Susan wherever he could while hiding from them.

Soon they found the kitchen, it was not much, at the end of an alley-like space there was an old vintage cupboard. The kitchen is built into a minimal space to perform a maximum function. Perhaps it was only a secondary one.

In her bra and panties, Susan went forward and started to prepare something. She looked too good, her ass and tits wiggling with every step she took.

All Oscar could think about was how she looked at that moment, how she made him so hard he could only fantasise about taking those huge tits in his mouth. He just couldn't look away.

Just as Susan was about to start, Oscar heard voices coming from the corridor behind them. Susan jumped when she heard them, obviously startled by the sudden noise.

"It's always like this, thank God at least one of them is normal!"

"That's no way to talk about your kids!"

A man and a woman came towards the kitchen, shouting at each other. Oscar recognised them immediately. They were his parents! He took Susan by the hand and led her to the old cupboard at the back and closed it. The cupboard was not a very large one, but it was roomy enough for the two of them to stand comfortably.

Oscar and Susan stood very close to each other, her large breasts pressed against Oscar, the silky bra adding another touch of softness. Oscar's cock hardened in seconds, trying to break through the shorts he was wearing and stick between Susan's thighs, just below her pussy.

Jane and the man came into the kitchen, still shouting at each other. They were worlds apart in appearance.

Jane looked like a model straight out of a Playboy magazine, her sundress barely hiding her voluptuous beauty. Her breasts were so big you could stick your head in them and you would win any game of hide and seek. Her ass, with her long wavy brown hair resting on it like a painting, was her best feature. Her Asian features and the meaty thighs visible where her dress ended were a thick MILF lover's dream. I guess he subconsciously chose a woman who was most liked, his mother.

It was unbelievable that she was a mother of three, yes three. Gary and Oscar also had a sister, Maya. She was a middle child, just one year younger than Gary and almost four years older than Oscar.

Unfortunately, she was not here for the wedding, you see, Maya was more like her dear sister-in-law, Susan. She is dumb and ditzy to the extent that she makes even Susan look like an Ivy League student.