22 The Little Observer

I stayed in the water for quite a while. My fingers turned into wrinkled shar-peis, but at least my dick finally calmed down. The kids, on the other hand, were only happy about my sudden fascination with the water. We splashed, dove, swam, and messed around a lot until their lips turned blue and their teeth were chattering, which meant it was time to drive them out of the water.

“Nazaaaar!” Ann shouted when I splashed a little water from my hair onto her heated body, laughing cheerfully.

“Not roasted yet?” I ask slyly, devouring her with my eyes, and her eyes flash with a cunning spark.

“Speaking of that… could you rub my back?”

The brunette hands me the tube of cream and gracefully flips over on the lounge chair, her beautiful ass pointing straight to the sky, and I swallow loudly. It’s one thing to watch and drool from a distance, and a completely different thing to touch the body of the girl you want!

I squeeze a little cream into my hand and stand there, not sure which side to approach from. Then I start running my hands over the hot, soft skin of her flexible back, spreading it down to her lower back and up to her elegant shoulders.

I got really carried away with the process and started giving Ann a light massage. Her skin was so silky and felt so good under my hands that my brain completely melted. I wanted to turn her over and crash into her lips, squeezing her juicy breasts. But more than anything, I wanted to lift that appetizing ass, put her on all fours and—

“Mom! I want ice cream!” Kirill suddenly appeared next to us out of nowhere, and it was like I woke up, catching myself with my hand already hovering over the brunette’s ass, ready to grab it.

I jerk my hands back and hear a quiet groan of disappointment from the beauty. Looks like my manipulations were enjoyable not only for me.

I knew that kid would be trouble! Apparently he’s insanely jealous of his mother. But in this case, it’s good he showed up, otherwise there was a real risk of eighteen-plus content appearing right there on the beach.

“Yes, sweetheart,” Ann lazily turns over, softened by the sun and my hands. “We’ll go in a minute.”

“Don’t worry,” I stop the brunette. “I’ll go with him, and you watch mine for now. Who wants ice cream?” I ask my kids, and they instantly perk up, ordering sweets. “But first I’ll dip in quickly, because… there’s a lot of sand stuck,” and the club is hard enough to crack nuts.

I can see that Kirill isn’t thrilled about the idea of walking with me, but Ann agrees without any problems.

After dunking myself in the water, I come out and we head toward the kiosks along the embankment. Once we’re far enough away from our spot, I get straight to the point.

“Listen, I really like your mom,” I don’t even want to hide it or beat around the bush with the kid. “I hope you won’t cause problems for us communicating?”

The kid just snorts with disgust and looks at me like I’m some nasty bug.

“Look where my mom is, and where you are. You don’t even come close to her level,” the little bastard snorts mockingly, and I’m stunned by his bluntness. “You won’t last long in her life anyway. Soon she’ll get disappointed in you and everything will go back to normal. I won’t even have to do anything, just wait. So don’t spread your fishing rods around her too much. It’s pointless.”