Naturally, you can't expect two colleges to have the same bogus "fall break" that I was bitching about last weekend. No, the girl who goes to college on the East Coast has hers this weekend. And after years of her whining about how pathetically dull River City is, she bought a plane ticket to come home and see her boring parents and her loyal cats.
Fortunately, she went out to see some friends last night, leaving her parents to their own sordid devices. By the time I got home from work at around 6 pm, we were too lazy for the bike ride we had planned. Instead there was some lolling about in bed, a short but revivifying nap, and some nice "comfort sex". I made sure that Mistress was tended to by my lips and tongue before imposing on her for a nice healthy fuck.
By then we were getting hungry -- it was "picnic food", suitable for watching a movie. It is nice that so many indie films are now available on your home screen at about the time they hit the cinemas, particularly since our indie screens are limited here in "flyover" country. And why drive to the theatre when you can hunker down, with little clothes and a glass of wine on your own couch?
It's a rather fantastical tail of two best friends in their 40's who grew up together on the beach, and now each have hunky surfer sons of about 20. One son hits on his friend's Mom after a night of a little too much beer. The other son, upon discovering this horrifying indiscretion, hits on the other Mom. Both Mom's "succumb", after only a bit of the necessary "resistance". (Conveniently, they live across the street from one another, one is a widow, and the other has a boring husband who takes a teaching job down in Sydney).
Then, after the initial horror of what they had done, the two Moms discover ----"hey, this ain't so bad!" Instant double dating at the beach! Several soft core sex scenes ensue, where you get to enjoy these lovely women cavorting with their young, devoted studs. I think Mistress was having cougar week flash backs as she lay next to me on the couch, sipping her wine, squirming ever so subtly as my fingers stroked her clean shaven folds.
Of course, there is a brief nod to a come-uppance ending. Something bad has to happen to these evil "sexual predators", right? The affairs last several years, but ultimately the boys end up married to girls their own age , bestowing on the ladies cute granddaughters to take to the beach. But then.... it turns out the old embers never died, the tedious daughters in law discover the "sordid truth", and the grannies get their young studs back!
It's like one of those old "Beach Blanket Bingo" movies, but with Annette's Mom doing Frankie Avalon.
Despite the less than credible plot line, who could complain about the gauzy beach scenes and the semi-nudity of Watts and Wright? Not this pampered house Slave.
And it got me thinking..... were there any of my Mother's friends at the Jersey shore I had fantasies of boinking? Sadly, No.
But Annette? Yeah, I could have done that.
