The Mafia's Mom

Chapter 6. For everything there is a first.

-Grace-

"Sweetheart, did you pack the bags?"

Marcel walks into our bedroom and wraps his arms around my waist. He pulls me in his arms against his warm, muscular body.

"Yes, I packed everything," I answer and point to the five suitcases.

"Five huh?" Marcel starts laughing.

"Yes, a suitcase is for your work clothes, a suitcase for the evening, for the day and there is an extra suitcase for my shoes and other necessities."

Marcel meanwhile kisses my neck and I feel my body warm up under his touch.

"Marcel, you said we should leave at eleven o'clock."

My voice almost moaning, instead of clearly.

Marcel chuckles.

"yes, I will ask if they want to pack the suitcases. Then we can go."

He lets me go and types some things on his phone.

Then he takes my hand and we go down.

We are going to Italy, Roberto and Bianca have invited us to visit them. They are on holiday there. Marcel thought it would be fun to go because I turned sixteen last week, I follow school online, so I can just join in and I can hand in everything digitally. So I'm going outside of the American border for the first time and then also to Italy.

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"Are you nervous sweetheart?"

Marcel squeezes my hand and I look up at him.

"I've never been to Italy. It's so beautiful here." I look out the window.

"But I've also never been with you and other people, for more than a few hours." I look up at him.

He gently grabs my chin and leans forward to kiss me.

"That'll be fine sweetheart. It's just like at home."

I bite my lip.

"We have our own house on-site, close to the pool and next to the tennis court. There are we alone. And for the rest, it's just like at home." He pulls me towards him.

"You're sitting next to me, with me, we sleep together. I wrap my arms around you, you around me, I kiss you, you kiss me, I worship your naked body." He kisses my temple and winks at me.

He puts me more at ease.

"Okay, this is going to be fun. Can I just swim if I want?" I ask, and he nods.

We drive down the road, on a dirt road, up to a large golden fence.

It is beautiful and the large driveway has large olive trees on both sides. The big house at the end of it. We drive past it and we stop at a large house, indeed very close to a large swimming pool and a tennis court. Next to a vineyard. The view over the beautiful valley. I have never seen anything so beautiful.

"Can I get out?"

I turn to Marcel to check if it's okay. He nods and I jump out of the car when I hear him laugh.

"Marcel! Look this is so beautiful!!" I shout as I stand on the patio of the little house and look out over the valley.

I feel his hands on my hips and his body behind me.

"I know things that are more beautiful!" he whispers.

I turn to him and jump into his arms with my legs around him. His hands grab my ass to hold me up. "I think this is fantastic," I whisper and kiss him.

Soon we are lost in the kiss.

"Sweetheart, I can't do this every time. It's not enough Grace." Marcel stops the kiss, we look at each other.

"Not enough anymore?" I ask him out of breath. He shakes his head and kisses me again.

"No, Grace, but I can wait until you're ready."

We have been together for almost eight months now and in those eight months, we have grown closer to each other.

You could even say that I love him.

He is always there for me, I can discuss anything with him, and he takes the time to tell me things and teach me things. In every area.

"I think I'm ready," I answer.

Marcel sits down with me, I straddle his lap.

"You think?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Why do you think that?"

I feel my cheeks warm up. Marcel sees it too because when I want to turn away he grabs my chin. He always does that when I start to blush and become insecure.

"You know I want you to be honest, to tell me what you need. Now answer my question, why do you think that?" he asks again.

"Because my body feels different. I get jitters in my stomach, a pressing feeling between my legs."

He pushes his hand against my p***y and my breath falters.

"Here?"

I nod.

It's not new. We have seen each other naked many times, done things, hands, mouth, you know it, but have not had s*x yet. He wanted to make sure I was ready.

"You know it's your choice, sweetheart."

"I'm ready."

Marcel lifts me but puts me on the ground.

"Well, not now, but tonight." He kisses my forehead.

"Why?" I ask, perhaps also disappointed.

Marcel laughs

"Not so disappointed, I'm f**king you tonight, I want that even more than you want it, but I have a business appointment with Roberto and when I start on you, we're not done that quickly." He kisses my forehead.

"Enjoy the day. I see you at dinner. We eat with his family in the big house."

I nod and Marcel leaves. I have to wait, until after dinner.

I decide to go to the pool.

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"I've never seen you here?"

I turn around and see two guys by the pool, they look a little alike, one is slightly bigger than the other, and both are attractive guys. I'm guessing my age.

"That's right, I haven't been here before."

"I'm Riccardo, my friends call me Ricco." He jumps into the water and reappears next to me. He winks and I shake my head.

"That's my little brother Christiano." He moves his head to the other boy.

The more handsome of the two. Next to me, another person splashes into the water and another boy comes out with his head above the water.

"Hey! Which of the men in suits is your father?" he asks, pointing his head to the big house, where Marcel went in, in his suit.

"I don't have a father," I answer and both boys fall silent for a moment, not too long, because the water is deep, so you have to keep moving.

"Ow, sorry. I didn't… I, We, Sorry. I'm Luca." He holds out his hand and I take the hand.

"Grace," I answer.

Christiano is also in the water and comes swimming to us. He is cute.

"Well, Grace.." Riccardo wiggles his eyebrows and I shake my head.

"Whatever you have in your head, forget it," I answer before he can say more.

"Come on, have fun, you're a beautiful girl, I know I'm not ugly."

I laugh at Riccardo's arrogance.

"Is he always so confident?" I ask Christiano, who laughs. A beautiful smile. Beautiful straight white teeth.

"Yes, he's always like that. Most girls fall for it."

I shake my head.

"Grace is not a girl anymore." Luca laughs and he winks.

"Stop this," I tell them.

The three boys look at me.

"I don't know what I'm or not, I don't think about that." I sigh. "All I know is that this is not a good idea. My husband doesn't like it when people wink at me." I answer.

Looking down uncertainly. To the water.

"Your husband?" Ricco coughs and I nod.

"Yeah, one of the men in suits inside," I answer.

“GRACE!”

I hear Marcel's booming voice and I know that what he sees now, he will not like.

"You're married to Marcel?" Luca's eyes almost fall out of his head.

I turn to where he is walking and lean my arms on the edge of the pool to climb out.

I don't get the chance and feel his strong hands around my upper arms and he pulls me out of the pool.

"What is this?" he asks, his tone serious, his eyes on me.

"Nothing, I was swimming, they came and I wanted to get out."

He looks from me at the boys in the water.

"What are you wearing?"

"The bikini you bought for me, I thought you'd like that."

He smiles gently.

"It's beautiful Grace and it looks exactly as I hoped, but this bikini is only for my eyes." He lifts me and throws me over his shoulder.

"What are you doing!" I squeal and start laughing.

"William, tell the family that Grace and I are eating together. Tomorrow night we have dinner with the family."

In the house, he lowers me and within a few seconds, the bikini is loose, my top on the floor, next to my bottoms on my feet.

"Before we continue Grace, you have to promise me a few things." He spins me around, to face the bed.

"Stand still." He commands.

"Hands on the bed."

I bend over with my hands on the bed. His hand caresses my back to my ass.

He takes my hand and pushes it against the hard bulge in his pants.

"Do you feel that Grace?"

I nod.

He spanks my ass hard and I gasp.

"I asked, do you feel that?"

"Yes, I feel it," I answer.

“Good girl.”

"This body is only for me Grace, this bikini, no one is allowed to see you naked anymore. Clear?"

"Yes. You’re clear."

He spanks me again.

"First punishment, reward later." He promises and he spanks me a few more times, alternating between one ass cheek and then my other.

"F**k Grace." He exhales. "I can't wait for tonight."

His hands go over my breasts and he rolls my n*pples between his fingers.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes Marcel, I'm ready," I answer.

"Let it go, sweetheart, let me take care of you." Marcel pulls me closer to him and I surrender to his hands.