Mountain Getaway

Benny generally enjoyed drives on the motorway, especially in spring when rural Tuscany was blooming. Right now, however, she was stuck behind a little orange Smart that was going all of sixty kilometers per hour.

"Porca madonna, can this grandma drive any faster?" She pressed the horn.

"Easy, babe," Renato said. It was overcast now and he lifted up his sunglasses so that she could see the smile in his green eyes.

"It you were driving we would never get there," Benny said. She accelerated and changed lanes to pass the offending vehicle.

"If I were driving we'd be less likely to end up in a ditch."

Benny batted him on the arm but smiled. They continued up the gently curving road, always higher, through wooded areas and past mountainside communes until they reached their destination around four o'clock. Abetone was a town on the northern border with Emiglia-Romagna where Renato's timeshare was. The cabin was a bit separated from the rest of the commune, an old box of a building with white outer walls and a rustic brown roof, almost swallowed by the forest. Renato and Benny had it for a week. The front door opened into a sitting room. There was a single painting on the wall over the fireplace, a coffee table marred by carvings from past occupants in front of the sofa. Behind was a small kitchen and a dining room with a sliding door to the back garden; to the left was a hallway which led to the bedroom and bathroom. While Renato put their things away, Benny drove to the supermarket to get some supplies and when she returned began to put the pasta, vegetables, wine and cheese away. Someone had left a half-eaten strawberry yogurt in the refrigerator for them as a housewarming gift.

A shout from Renato and a barrage of shoes on hardwood tore Benny from her task. She hustled toward the bedroom, fearing the worst: an intruder, a dead body, an adventurous wild boar. Stopping in the threshold, she was relieved and perplexed to see none of those things.

"What is it, love?"

Renato indicated the bed. "A spider. I almost lied down on it."

Benny almost hadn't noticed it because it was only the size of a Euro coin, but a black spider did indeed occupy the left pillow. She couldn't help but giggle at the way Renato fixated on it, as if he were worried it might jump at him.

"It's kind of cute," she said, walking into the room.

He didn't join her. "Can you kill it? What if it's poisonous?"

Benny shook her head. "These are harmless. If you see a brown one shaped like a violin then you can worry. Besides, we don't want it to splatter on the pillowcase."

She patiently coaxed the spider into a glass and took it outside, freeing it a minute's walk from the cabin on Renato's insistence. Benny had never been afraid of spiders, even the bigger ones. If she didn't live with Renato she might even buy a tarantula from the pet store she worked at. Spiders were content to leave one alone if one did the same for them.

Just as they were sitting down for dinner around nine o'clock that night there was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it," Renato said, rising.

Benny continued to eat her rigatoni with while he went to check the door. She soon heard him speaking in a low voice and she strained to hear.

"Look, now's not a good time--"

"Why not?" cut in a raspy voice.

"My girlfriend's here right now. We're spending the week together."

Renato's mom? Benny hadn't met her before. Wiping her face with a napkin, she rose from the table and walked past the cupboards into the living room. Renato stood in front of the door obscuring her view.

"Just one night, please, Renato," the woman was saying. "It's been a long day."

Before Benny could add her input, Renato nodded. "Alright. Just one night."

His agreeing without her input annoyed and perplexed her, but Benny put on a friendly smile as she joined the two. "Renato?" she asked.

Renato flinched slightly as if he hadn't been aware of her approach before putting on a smile of his own. "Benny, this is Veronica, my mother. Please, Mom, come in."

Veronica stepped into the cabin, a worn briefcase in hand. She was a lean, severe-looking little woman with graying brown hair cut at the chin.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Benedetta," she said, approaching and planting a cold kiss on Benny's cheek. "I've heard so much about you."

"The pleasure is mine," Benny replied. "And only good things, I hope."

"There's nothing bad to say," Renato said. "Come on in, Mom, we were just having dinner."

Renato got Veronica situated at the table on the side between himself and Benny while Benny dished out the leftover pasta into a bowl.

"It's excellent, Benny," Veronica said after taking a prim bite.

"Actually, Renato made it," Benny said. "I did put the salad together though. Wine?"

Veronica held her hand up politely. "Tell me, how long have you been together now?"

"A year," Benny said, glancing at Renato.

"So what brings you out here?" Renato asked.

"Oh, you're going to think I'm so silly." Veronica almost looked embarrassed. "I was going to Rome but I missed my train in Florence and really didn't want to get a hotel. There was a bus coming through here and since I saw online you two were coming out for vacation I took it. I really hope it's not too much trouble--"

"No, not at all," Benny insisted.

They finished dinner and Veronica went to bed early, taking the second bedroom. After taking a smoke break outside Benny cornered Renato in the kitchen where he was cleaning up.

"You," she said, poking him in the chest, "are too much of a pushover."

Renato winced. "Are you mad?"

"A little."

"Sorry, Benny. I should've at least asked you first. It's just that Mom is used to getting her way."

The wounded look his eyes made Benny feel a stab of guilt and her expression softened. She reveled in how Renato still blushed a little as she ran a finger down his stubbled cheek and told him it was alright.

"Do you know what would make it up to me?" she asked softly.

Renato's smile turned to horror. "You can't mean--not while she's--"

"Be creative."

He thought for a moment. "The car?"

"Bravo. I'll wait for you."

It got chilly fast up in the mountains and Benny was cold as she unlocked and climbed into the rental car. The back seat was cramped--she had to press her thighs together--but it would have to do. When Renato opened the door a few minutes later, her green shirt was hanging over the driver's seat, her soft stomach exposed, breasts contained only by a black bra. It was dark but the car lights that kicked in when the door opened illuminated them both. Renato was slimmer than Benny and climbed inside with less difficulty, though he did curse after bumping his head on the roof.

"Veronica?" Benny asked.

"Asleep already." Renato confirmed.

Benny smiled. "Good. Come over here; I want a kiss."

Renato shuffled over until he was over Benny, their faces inches away. With difficulty Benny wrapped her legs around his back, held him there. He would leave if and when she wanted him to.

The car lights faded.

He kissed her on the cheek, on the mouth, down her neck toward her collarbone. She felt warmth between her legs; his smell was so tantalizing and she needed it all over her now.

"Be a good boy and take it off for me," Benny said in his ear. She leaned forward so he could fumble with the latch and toss the garment onto the dashboard.

"Suck."

It was adorable how eagerly Renato responded to her commands. His warm lips, tinged by Benny's lipstick, closed around her left nipple. It grew erect from the repeated motion and she groaned with pleasure. She ruffled his lovely soft hair which only encouraged him to go faster--as she'd known it would. As Renato switched to the other nipple, a painful split second of deprivation between one and the other, Benny managed to slide her hand in the space between them and started rubbing on his shirt in a circular motion over the nipple. His muffled moan brought her so much satisfaction.

"Don't you dare stop," she growled. He continued sucking as she rubbed against him mercilessly. They couldn't see each other well but Benny could tell what she was doing to him by his staggered breathing, his adorable little whimpers, soon accompanied by her own sharper yelps. It was enough for her to climax in a few minutes. They laid panting, Renato laying on top of her.

"You're such a sweet boy, you know that?" Benny said after a while. She grabbed a handful of his ass and squeezed, eliciting another moan.

"Aww, you've been waiting for this for a long time, haven't you?"

"All day," Renato managed in a breathless voice.

"A sweet boy like you deserves a reward." Benny sat up suddenly, forcing Renato to pull back. She pushed him gently so that his head and shoulders rested against the window, pinning him there. She could make out his expression in the moonlight: exhausted, a little scared, excited. Good.

Taking her time, she unfastened and pulled off his belt, tossing it onto the dashboard. She undid the button on his trousers, pulled down his boxers. Renato was rock solid.

"Remember," she said in a sweet tone, stroking him with a lazy finger. "You cum when I tell you to. Not one second before, not one second after. Got it?"

"Yes."

"Good boy." She shuffled back a step and bent down, taking his cock into her mouth, savoring the pre cum that saturated the tip. After three or four minutes he was already squirming. She smiled with her eyes, giving him a thumbs down gesture. There was no way he was letting him off so easily. The moans built and Benny almost felt bad for dragging it out, but she was having such a good time making him work for it, making him whimper and gasp.

After what must have been nearly ten minutes she finally tapped him on the shoulder. He let out satisfying groan of relief as he came. Benny took it all, licking the tip clean. Then she leaned forward and kissed him on his hot cheek.

"Thank you for letting me cum." His breath was shaky; he was so ravaged and that delighted her.

"You're welcome, sweetheart." She held him there for a while longer, playing with his hair that was greasy from sweat, until reluctantly she pulled away and grabbed her shirt. Any longer out here and they risked having Veronica peek in on them if she happened to get up. Benny felt like she was in high school again and it wasn't a feeling she enjoyed. Their fun would have to wait until tomorrow--once she got Renato's mother out the door.

When they rose around eight the next day, Veronica was already sitting at the dining room table sipping on cup of coffee. The table was spread with pastries and sliced fruit.

"Why you've been busy," Benny said. It was becoming dreadfully clear to her that this would be a long breakfast, and she couldn't just kick the woman out after she'd gone to all of this trouble.

"Thank you mom, this is incredible," Renato added.

"It's nothing," Veronica said. "I always get up early so I thought I'd make myself useful and walk down to the market."

After a drawn out meal, including a few embarrassing stories from Renato's childhood from Veronica--his reaction really was adorable--the older woman finally rose.

"Well, I'll get going," she said, "You've already been so generous with your time."

"Oh, are you sure you don't want to stay a little longer?" Benny asked, very much wanting the opposite so that she could pin Renato against the wall and kiss him all over.

"That's alright," Veronica said, rising. Benny and Renato rose with her and Veronica kissed Benny on the cheek, gave Renato a hug. "I'll leave you two to it."

She walked over to the coffee table, picked up her briefcase and walked to the door.

"By the way, Renato," she said with a little smile, "You left your belt on the dash." She closed the door behind her.