9 comments/ 96761 views/ 40 favorites You Know I Can See You, Right? Ch. 02 By: MacSwain612 I sat down and cooed to her, soothing, calming. Trying to get her to stop. I was really getting worried. What would happen tomorrow? This could be an incredible disaster! Finally, slowly, she calmed and then relaxed and slowly got to her feet, this gorgeous sexy woman, my own nude mother, came as sat again in her chair. "Are you alright?" I asked worriedly. A huge smile came to her face. "Fine sweetie. Not to worry. You are incredible! I haven't cum like that in years, and you're not even here!" Relief washed over me. "You had me worried when you started crying so hard." I told her, gently. "I was really afraid that you were, ..." "What? More freaked out than I already am?" she said with a small smile. "Pretty freaked out, I must say." She looked down at herself. "Sitting here completely nude in front of my son? Having just showed you, ... everything, ... done things in front of you, ... showing you how I, ..." she seemed quite meek but was holding it together. "I should jump up and get dressed, but after what we just did, ... It seems pretty silly I suppose." "Not at all!" I assured her. "If you want to get dressed, please do. I don't want you to feel any more uncomfortable than you already do." She shook her head slightly and smiled. "I really should." she murmured. "Get dressed. I should really feel uncomfortable." Her smiled widened. "What's funny is, I don't." The questioning look on my face must have relayed my confusion. "I don't, ...feel like getting dressed." She said slowly. "Oh, please don't then! I love looking at you!" I told her earnestly. "You're sweet. Do you really?" She sat up a bit straighter. "I do! Really, really. You are so beautiful! You are sooo beautiful!!" She smiled broadly. "You have the most perfectly gorgeous breasts! What an incredible body!" "Yeah?" she asked sexily. "You like these?" Slowly her hands came up and gently cupped them. "Oh my god! I love them! They are so incredible!" She lifted them slightly and began to gently knead them both. "Oh yeah! I love the way you do that!" Both index fingers began to flick over her nipples. "God! I wish I could feel them." "Me too." She said. "Come and kiss them for me." I moaned aloud. "How about you?" she asked. "Show me that handsome penis again." I scooted back in my chair and stood, realizing that I was still pretty hard. "Oh yes, sweetie! So handsome, and strong, and BIG!" I began to stroke it a bit. "Oh yeah. Stroke your beautiful penis for me. I wish I was there to kiss it, too." I moaned again, loudly. "Yeah? Would you like that? You have such a big one, sweetie. I would love to suck on you! "Oh my god!" I exclaimed. "That would be soooo incredible!" "Yes it would! Feel you so big in my mouth! Let you push it in and out. Taste your sexy big penis. Can you imagine that? Letting your own mother taste your sexy cock?" "Or letting your own son taste your sexy pussy?" I countered. "Mmmmmmm yes!" she moaned pushing back in her chair and adjusting the camera down to show me her pussy again. She opened her long legs wide for me. "Right here! Would you kneel right here and taste me?" her fingers were spreading her gorgeous lips again. "Mmmmm suck my clit! Slip your manly fingers in me. I'm so wet!! Mmmm yeah! I'm so wet right now. Just for you!" "I know it's an incredibly naughty thought," she mused quietly, "but would you push that big hard penis into me? Into me right here?" she slipped one finger into her pussy. I moaned that I would. "Yeah? Would that be okay? Hmmmm? Push my son's big hard cock into your mother's wet pussy?" "Oh mom! Yes please!! Let me!" "Mmmmm Yeah? Lay me back and use my son's gorgeous cock to make long slow deep love to your mother's hungry pussy?" "You know I would, so deep, so long, so sweetly!" "Oh Andy, sweetheart! I would let you! Let you make love to me! Make love to me anyway you like. Take me in every way, every position, every room. Your own mother! My own son. I would let you fuck me! Fuck your own mother with that perfect penis! Lay me down and kiss me as you work it in me. Sweetie, I love you so much! I would love to show you! Show me how much you love me too! Perfect love! A mother and her sexy son just fucking all night!! Sucking each other, pleasuring each other's bodies. Cumming together!! My body would be completely yours sweetie!!" We sat there on Skype watching each other masturbate again, telling each other how to pose, what to do, how to turn the other on even more. After we both came, we sat there, calming each other cooing and complimenting. I had ejaculated into my hand and she asked me to taste it for her and describe the taste. She really got off on watching that. I had her lick her fingers clean, which she enjoyed. "I suppose," she finally added, "under the circumstances you should call me Judy." "Mmmmm. Judy." I said, testing the sound of that. You are so sexy, Judy." "Thank you Andy. You are too!" "To be honest though," I told her, "I really prefer calling you 'Mom'." "You see? You are so naughty. I do love it too, though." She said smiling. She then turned serious. "We are so bad! This is soooo wrong, but I love it so much! I have been dreaming of your cock since I first saw it the other day." "Oh, me too! I have been replaying every second of your technological screw up; especially your beautiful pussy. And now to see it completely shaved, ..." I was getting aroused again. "Was that really a mistake? Not turning off your camera?" She was thoughtful. "Yes it was." She considered it a moment. "Yours wasn't a mistake though, was is it?" I shook my head slowly. "Naughty! I wish I wasn't such a dolt around the computer. How do you turn off the camera?" "Different button. What a wonderful mistake, though." I showed her the correct way to turn off her camera. Then we said our goodbyes, which dragged on and on, neither of us wanting for this moment to end. Then she was gone. I sat alone at my desk for a long while, replaying every moment. My mobile phone dinged. It was a text from mom.'I love you sweetie. Look forward to "seeing" you again soon. --Mom'   To be continued ... You Know I Can See You, Right? Ch. 03 We texted back and forth the next day, and the day after that. I was like we were afraid to Skype again, for fear of, ... I don't know what. Afraid it would happen again? Not really, I wished it would. Afraid that she would be forever freaked out, once she had come back to reality? Very! On Friday afternoon I had just gotten home from work. I was going to see Marianne later. She had to work late, but we were going out at about 10:00 PM. I was undressing and down to my shorts and dress shirt when my Skype went. My heart leapt into my throat when I saw that it was Mom calling. I sat down and hesitated before pushing the button. "Morning sweetie." She said cheerfully. "How are you? How was work?" "Good. I just got home." I said smiling. "How was the presentation?" I knew that she had given her Powerpoint the day before. "It was so great! Everyone was very impressed! I told them my son had helped me create it, and they thought that was really sweet, especially from overseas." "Well, you know I'd do anything for you." She looked incredible in this cute little white sweater top, with a dozen tiny buttons down the front. I notice the top two were undone, I hadn't meant anything by it, but a funny look flicked across her lovely features. "I know sweetie. I love that." She visibly relaxed. "Any plans for tonight?" "Marianne and I are going out later." "What fun. Where are you two going?" "Don't know. Some little hole-in-the-wall down by the marina. She has to work, so not until around 10" "Well you be careful." "Careful of what?" I asked her, chuckling. "You know. I don't want some pretty little French baker getting pregnant, just to catch a well-to-do American husband." I was a bit surprised by that. "Well, ...first off ..." I started "No, no. Don't get me wrong ..." "It's not like that. We're not ... I haven't ... she's just a friend." Mom had a look that was skeptical, but something more than that. We shared a long look that was a bit uncomfortable. She looked a bit ... just a tiny bit, jealous. "Don't be jealous of Marianne." "Jealous?!!" she countered, genuinely surprised. "Jealous? I'm not jealous" She looked to be rolling the thought over in her head. "Am I?" she quietly added, almost to herself. "Are you?" I finally, gently asked her. She continued to ponder. "Maybe?" She said in a tiny voice. "Just a bit?" "Oh please, don't be. Please don't be. I love you! I've always loved you." I told her emphatically. But I was speaking to my mother; of course I loved her. I began to realize though that I was also speaking to Judy, who, I realized, I also loved. I loved Judy in a way far different than the way I loved mom. "I really do love you." She was hearing my words as "Mom". We shared another long look. She looked only slightly relieved. "I love you Mom. And, ..." I added slowly, meaningfully, "I love you, Judy." She came fully alert at that. "I love you as my mother, but, ...." "Oh please don't" she blurted. "I think I love you, ... as Judy." She began to shake her head. "I love you as, ... a lover." "No. You can't. We can't. We mustn't." "I can't help it." I told her. "I want you that way." There was a long silence where she kept slowly shaking her head. She looked like she was trying to convince herself more than me. "I would love to be your lover. Take you to my bed. Make love to you." She continued to listen, shaking her head the whole time. "Since I saw you nude, I realized that I really do love you completely. I always have. You are perfect for me, always were, now even physically, sexually. I love you and want to make love to you so badly." "No sweetie. We never could, we never can! Over Skype is one thing, but in person? ... I'm your mother. We can never be like that for real. Please understand, sweetie, you're incredible! You would be, ... incredible in bed, but not with me. It's so wrong. "I WOULD be incredible in bed. So would you! You would be amazing to make love to." "No. stop. You can't say those things to me." "Why? It's so true. You would be amazing in bed." "No. Not with you. "Why? You can't be with someone that you love so much? Someone who loves you back, so much? Someone who adores you, ... body and soul, who wants to take care of you and pleasure you in all ways?" I noticed that her nipples were starting to show through the top. It was so sexy! She was obviously not wearing a bra. "Someone who is wildly turned on by you?" I continued. I began to unbutton my shirt. "No. Don't do that." "What? Change my clothes?" I asked her. The shirt was now unbuttoned down the front and I began to undo the sleeves. "Yes. No. You can't undress in front of me." "I have to change." I said, now pulling the shirt off of my bare chest. "I'll hang up." She threatened. I wondered if she would. "You've seen me before. You didn't like it?" She was silent. "I've changed clothes around you a million times. I've still got my underwear on." I pushed back from the desk and stood. "See?" I realized that my tight white briefs were doing a poor job of hiding the bulge of my growing erection. Mom was just watching with a slightly panicked look on her face. "By now," I added quietly, "You've even seen me nude, ... and, ... excited, so what's the big deal?" I just stood there. She just watched. I slowly brought my hands up, hooked my fingers in the waistband and waited a beat for her to respond. She said nothing. I was going to do it again, I realized. I was going to show my beautiful mother her son's raging erection. "What if I told you," I asked quietly, "that I was just for you? That this cock," I slowly drew the shorts down until my penis bounced out freely, "Was yours and yours alone?" Judy just sat there watching. She was in a mix of panic and wild arousal. I moved closer, stepping out of my shorts, taking hold of my penis and showing it to my own mother. "What if I told you," I continued quietly, "that you would be the only one to hold this cock, to stroke it and caress it? That your mouth, your sexy luscious lips and tongue would be the only one to kiss and lick and suck on this cock? That you alone would taste my dripping precum. That your gorgeous pussy, your slick, tight, wet, luscious pussy would be the only one that this hard cock would slip inside, spread open, fill up and fuck so good, so hard, so deep?" She was staring and panting. "I want you, and you alone. No other. Just us two. Just you, ... my mother, ... and me, ...your son. Alone together, in all the world. The perfect couple. The perfect love?" I took my seat again. She looked wildly flushed. "You want me too, don't you, ... Judy?" She nodded slightly. "Yes. I want to be your only one as well. Your mouth is for me to kiss. Me alone." She nodded. "You nipples are for me to kiss and pleasure. Me alone." Her nodding continued. "Your pussy, ...your beautiful pussy is only for me?" "It is." She finally whispered. "Oh Judy." I moaned. "I adore you!" She smiled, her eyes rolled closed, and she continued nodding. "Oh lover, look at your nipples! They are so hard!" Her hands came up to her tits and cupped them. "Yes! 'My' breasts. All mine." "All yours." She repeated. "Show me." I said. She began slowly to undo the many buttons that held the sweater closed. Her cleavage grew and spread as she reached the lower buttons. "Only for you Andy." She said as she pulled to sweater open and took it off. "These breasts are yours. Yours alone." I was moaning at how beautiful they were, so full and round and perfect. "Oh sweetie, suck my nipples. I want you to suck on these nipples. Like you did when you were a baby." I had a wild flash of what that must have been like. "Oh Andy, you used to suck on them so hard. Drinking my milk, feeding you with these. Your perfect little mouth just sucking on these full tits. I loved giving you my milk. I wish I could give you my milk again." She was tugging her nipples now, pulling them hard and letting them slip through her fingers, to bounce back on her chest. They were perfect. "Oh yes, mom, feed me that sweet milk." Her eyes rolled closed and her head fell back. "Yes baby! It was sweet! It was so sweet, my milk. You would drink it so long. I would get so wet feeding you. My pussy would get so wet, ache so much, when I would nurse you." "Oh God help me! I want to ride your big cock and nurse you again. Suck my nipples as I ride that big cock." I moaned loudly and stood again to show her my hard meat. "Oh yes baby! That cock! That beautiful cock. 'My' cock. Fuck me and suck me at the same time! Oh yeah! Pound that big dick in my pussy and bite my nipples!" I dropped back into my chair. "Show me my pussy. Show me where." Mom jumped up and shucked of a pair of shorts and white panties. She put one leg up on her desk creating the lewdest display imaginable, but incredibly sexy. "Right here lover!" She said spreading her swollen lips. Her clit was hard and poking out. "Right in here sweet lover." I watched finger slip into her vagina. "Oh mom, you look so tight! Let me fuck you! Take my fat cock in you!" "Oh yes baby, ram it up in me. Oh yes baby! Just lay me down or bend me over, I don't care, just fuck me so fucking hard and fast." Her finger were a blur over her clit and in her opening. "Fuck me! Just fuck me, Andy! Flood me with your warm sperm!" Taken by her orgasm, she began to cry out. I was still sitting back in my chair and splashed cum all over myself. The first big splat, hitting my left cheek, another right under my chin. My chest and stomach were shortly covered in cum. I continued to stroke, watching her come down and then sit down. "Ooh you naughty boy! You're covered in cum." She said finally focusing on me. "There's cum on your cheek!" she said smiling. "Taste it for me. I wish I was there to drink your sperm." I reached up and gathered on a finger and then slowly placed the finger in my mouth. I had tasted my own cum before, many times and found it curiously tasty, salty and thick. "Mmmmm. How's that? Taste good?" I told her that it did. "Oh sweetie I want to taste it. I've always enjoyed a man's cum. I want yours. I want mouthfuls of your warm cream. I want your cum all over my nipples and my breasts." Leaning forward she said, "I want to feel your manly sperm dripping out of me. Just oozing out of my pussy after your have fucked me and flooded me." We shared a long, causal, comfortable gaze. "I wish that, ... all of that, could be true." She finally said. I frowned, confused. "What do you mean?" "We could never, ... I could never hold you back from finding a true love." She admitted. "You are my true love." I insisted. "No sweetie." She continued earnestly. "Besides "US" being so wrong, I'm too old for you, I've lived my life, you need someone your own age." What followed was a long argument, gentle, quiet, but an argument nonetheless, over how she was not too old, had not yet lived a full life, and was perfect for me. "I'm just not sure,..." she started, changing the subject, "how this impacts my visit in June." We had already made plans for her to come visit me in June. She was going to stay at a local hotel as opposed to in my small flat. "Not at all." I told her. "We are not going to be lovers, Andy." "I want you to know," I told her earnestly, "I would love to be your lover, but would never force you into a position you couldn't live with." "Thank you sweetie. I couldn't live with that." She sounded so final, so decided, that I felt broken hearted that there was no way of even discussing it further. "In fact, what we did the other day, and again tonight, was so wrong. We mustn't let it happen again. We just can't do this with each other." I sat pondering the loss of this new and wonderful experience, this new connection with my mother, the only woman that I truly loved. It really was heartbreak on a massive scale. What could I do though, she was right. "Don't say anything right now sweetie. Let's just talk in a day or two." I agreed and we signed off. I cleaned myself up, laid around a bit and then got ready to go out with Marianne. Mom and I Skyped again three days later. Nothing unusual happened, we didn't broach the subject. For the next few weeks, our Skype sessions were nice, as they had been before, but they were lacking a key element that now connected me to my mother. We stopped being lovers. Our life and relationship returned to normal and stayed so, ... until she came to visit. To be continued ... You Know I Can See You, Right? Ch. 04 Her plane landed right on time. She had taken a connecting flight from Charles Du Galle to land here in Nice, in the gorgeous sunshine of a summer Thursday in Province. Most of the passengers had disembarked by the time she appeared at the top of the jetway. Her smile never stopped and her eyes never left mine as she walked the dozen paces to where I stood behind the line, dropped her bags and threw her arms around my neck. We hugged long and hard, and then, in true Français style I took hold of her face and kissed both cheeks. She beamed. I then leaned in and kissed her mouth, just a bit longer than normal. We had kissed lips forever, but now it was different. She gave me a slightly scolding look, but her smile never faltered. Once in the car I drove the whole way on the Promenade, along the beach. The traffic was pretty bad, but we didn't care. The day was perfect, she was perfect, it was heaven. Finally I reached Vieille Ville, where I live, and turned into the old section of town. She was charmed every minute; by the shops, the architecture, the beautiful clothes. We would check her into her hotel later. I wanted to show her my flat. We pulled into my parking spot and got out. I led her up the stairs to the building where I lived. It was on the hill and was a converted shop, with one apartment on every floor. I was on the top floor, but a woman about my mother's age lived in a small flat built into the attic. I almost never saw her. My apartment took up the entire top floor, but it wasn't that large. What made it awesome was the view to the south; over the rooftops of Vieille Ville, to the Promenade and the beach beyond. I walked Mom out onto the small Juliette balcony overlooking the town. She was entranced. I was entranced; by her. She stood in the sunlight, dressed in an adorable floral sundress, pleated to mid-thigh so it swished a bit, halter top that showed a nice amount of cleavage and a lot of her back. She was tan and fit. Her legs looked awesome atop some cute wedgie shoes with those ties that wrap around the ankle. I moved up behind her and wrapped my arms around her. One arm was over her breasts, one under. She stiffened for a moment, but quickly relaxed when she realized I wasn't making a move. I did kiss her cheek, and when I did so I was afforded a beautiful view down her dress. She was wearing a thin, white, lacy bra that looked to barely cover her nipples. The skin at the top swell of her breast was incredibly soft and creamy looking. We stayed like that for some time, each enjoying the view, so to speak. "Seeing this view via Skype really doesn't do it justice." She finally said quietly. "It is such a beautiful view." I responded, not looking away from her cleavage. "I mean the city." She joked. "I know." I said. "I have my own beautiful view." I told her, grinning. Looking down she noticed how much of her I could see from my vantage. "Don't start getting naughty on me." She chided, trying her best to sound serious. I didn't move and she relaxed into me a bit. Her hands came up and rested on my arms and we stood for a long moment gazing out at the view. "Drink?" I whispered in her ear. "Love one. What do you have?" We moved to my tiny kitchen and I opened a bottle of a local red wine, produced in the nearby Languedoc - Roussillon region. I broke off half a baguette, some Pélardon cheese and we sat down on the couch. I noticed how gorgeous mom's legs were when she sat opposite me with ankles crossed and those sexy ties curving around her ankles and calves. We chatted and flirted just a bit. I told her that I was going to take her to the restaurant where Marianne worked so that they could meet. Mom was excited to meet her. Marianne had told me that she was kind of nervous about it, which surprised me, as with most French women, she was afraid of nothing and no one. We nibbled and drank wine as the sun dropped to the horizon and slowly sank behind the hills, providing a gorgeous amber tint to the ocean out my window. Our chit chat was somewhat perfunctory, but it was just so nice to be in her presence. There were long moments of comfortable silence. Having finished the bottle, I rose. "Let me change for dinner and then we'll go get you checked in to your hotel". I rose and took her glass, cleared away the bread remnants and then headed for the shower. I discovered just how erect I was around her when I undressed. It didn't relax all through the shower; washing my cock didn't help matters at all. I got out and wrapped a towel and then went into the other room to find her standing at the window. I wrapped my arms around her again, just under her beautiful breasts, and kissed her neck. She seemed wistful, but her hand came up and held the back of my head. I was certain she could feel my erection through the towel and her dress. Nothing was said, but we stayed like that for a long moment. Finally I whispered, "You make me so excited." I saw the hint of a smile on her profile. "I'm going to go get dressed." Then as an afterthought, "You make me want to be a bit naughty. I'm going to drop my towel right here and walk to the bedroom. You may watch me if you like, but ... you decide." I moved back from her a bit and then undid the knot at my waist and removed the towel. I tossed it on a nearby chair, so she could see it. "That's better." I whispered. Then, "Be right back." I strolled to my bedroom and, reaching the door, turned to see if she was watching. She was. Mom had simply turned her head without moving her body. I turned to face her fully, powerfully, painfully erect. She just smiled, and then turned back to the view. I went and got dressed. I pulled the car up in front of the Hotel Mercure and opened her door for her. I grabbed her bags and we entered the lobby to check her in. It was very nice, small and quaint, just the sort of place she would love. Not some big chain hotel but the kind of place Parisienne's might stay on their holiday. Her room was very nice, great view of the Promenade at night, huge tub for 2 and a king size bed. Her shower was also sized to accommodate 2 people, with a rain head and multiple body sprays. "You need to change so we can get going. Our reservation is for 10." I told her. She gave me a shocked look. "Yeah I know, but you're in France now. Dinner doesn't even start until 9PM at the earliest." "Just let me get clean and change." She said as she bustled into the bathroom. I sat in the overstuffed chair in the corner and waited. Waited to see if she would match my show from earlier. She went into the bathroom and shut the door quietly. Nothing yet, I thought. I listened to the shower running and then waited from her once the water turned off. She emerged a bit later completely dressed and made up. No show tonight. She was however, stunning in her evening dress; soft, shapely, little black dress, plunging just enough, not to create the wrong impression, but definitely competitive in the sexiness department. Her legs were bare, but tan and smooth and fitted into beautiful black pumps with a peek-a-boo toe. She smiled and turned, showing me that the back plunged further than the front. She was stunning, and I told her so. She cat-walked over to where I was sitting and leaned down and kissed my lips. Her lipstick tasted of something sweet. Her shoulder-length soft blond hair framed her face perfectly. My erection rebounded all at once. We went down the art deco, metal framework elevator hand in hand and I opened the car door for her. She smiled and trailed a finger down my jaw. "Such a gentlemen, I raised," she beamed. I noticed the sexy shift of her hemline as she dropped into her seat. I took a winding, circuitous route to the restaurant, so she could see the town. Arriving at Marianne's restaurant, she was thoroughly charmed by the place. Tables out front, with bright conversations taking place, ivy growing all over the front façade, a warm homey glow coming through the windows. 'Ahh France' I thought. Gerard, the Maitre seated us and shortly Marianne appeared, dressed for work in her black outfit and floor-length white apron, but somehow looked more elegant than usual. I stood to kiss both her cheeks. She turned to look at Mom who had a gentle smile on her face. I could tell she liked Marianne on sight. Mom laid her napkin on the table and slowly rose to her feet. "Enchanté Marianne." She told her as they exchanged kisses on both cheeks. "You are more lovely then I expected. Andy told me that you were pretty, but he didn't do you justice." They exchanged wide smiles and the Mom sat back down. She didn't tower over Marianne, at only 5'-7" but was tall enough to make her feel short. We chatted a bit more then Mari had to get back to work. She dropped by our table as often as she could, along with taking our orders and being our waitress. I discovered that Mom had kicked off her shoes, under the floor-length tablecloth, when her bare foot brushed my leg at one point. She apologized and didn't touch me again for sometime, but later did it again, and then again. "You don't have to apologize for wanting to play footsy with me." I joked her, smiling. "No?" she countered, leaning forward, chin in hand and smiling into my eyes. "You don't mind a bit of footsy under the table?" her foot found me again, teasing. "I rather like footsy." I told her, waggling my eyebrows back at her. Her foot worked its way inside my pant leg, finding the bare skin above my sock. Mom waggled her eyebrows back at me. We had made this same facial gesture to each other for years, when joking each other over stuff. Now it held a completely different meaning. Her foot moved away each time Marianne returned to the table, but immediately found its way back to my leg when she exited. Several times throughout dinner she patted my hand, or squeezed it to emphasize a point, or smiled at me in a way that really drew me in. She also traced her fingertips over the neckline of her dress in an absent-minded way, drawing my attention to the exposed skin above her breasts. I couldn't tell if she was wearing a bra, but the tiny straps of her dress couldn't possibly cover any bra straps. Her dress was so smooth at the bodice that I decided that she must be braless, but couldn't be certain. Later her fingertip tracing, actually went inside the neckline, stroking the soft skin of her breasts that I couldn't see. My eyes drifted from this sight to her eyes and I was totally caught watching. She was watching me watching her. She smiled wickedly, gently shaking her head. She then slowly pushed her fingers in until they must have contacted a nipple. I watched intently as she worked her fingers a bit and then, removing her hand, sat up quite straight, pushing her now erect nipple against the thin fabric of the dress. Now I was certain; no bra! She actually laughed out loud at my reaction. I did as well. I then watched as her reaction shifted completely. Her eyes had twitched over my shoulder and she went beet red and dropped her eyes to her plate. Confused, I turned to see that Marianne was standing some distance behind me and had been watching this little display. She smiled at me, and turned to the kitchen. "Are you totally busted?" I grinned at Mom. She looked chagrined "I think so." She whispered. "I am so embarrassed." She looked panicked. "Don't be. What's the big deal?" "Your girlfriend watching your mother play with her nipple at the table?" she whispered. "I can't believe I just said that out loud." She chided herself. I just chuckled. Mom had a more panicked expression when Marianne appeared a moment later with a glass of cold water, which she placed in front of my mother. "You look kind of bit warm." She told Mom, in her funny english, then leaned down and whispered something in her ear so quietly that I didn't hear. Mom slowly turned to face her, placed her chin in her hand and smiled and blinked at her exaggeratedly. Marianne just smiled and gently stroked her shoulder, walking away. Mom rolled her eyes to me and heaved a big sigh. "What did she say?" I asked, curious. Mom just shook her head and smiled. The footsy resumed a bit later and over dessert and coffee she stroked her foot all up my leg. I finally took gentle hold her foot, massaging her toes and then brought it up between my legs and though she resisted at first, allowed me to press her naked foot against the wild bulge of my erect cock. Her eyes glazed a bit and her toes worked a bit as it stroked the length of me. I gently ran my tongue all around my lips and her eyes rolled closed, but her foot continued to stroke my cock. Marianne returned to refill the coffee and Mom's foot remained where it was. Marianne asked about our plans for tomorrow. I suggested some sightseeing and maybe the beach. Mom just looked glazed and a bit drunk. Marianne suggested that I take her to a remote stretch of beach that she frequented and then gave me a quick little wink. I just returned a confused look. "You will love it, I promise. It is very beautiful there." She finally stated. When we were finally done the restaurant was starting to thin out. A few couples remained, gazing lovingly into each other's eyes and sipping the last of their drinks. I rose and then went around to pull out the chair for Mom. Marianne joined us as Mom rose from her seat swaying slightly. "Whoa." She said. "Maybe a bit too much to drink? And at the end of a very long day." "You will sleep so deeper this night" Marianne told her in her broken English. "Andy will take you in bed, I think." She continued. Mom gave her a jolted look, clearly misunderstanding the intent of Marianne's words. I admit that I did as well for a moment. I just smiled at Mari and we each took an arm and walked Mom to the car. The girls exchanged cheek kisses again and then Mom dropped heavily into her seat. Mari walked me around the car and then wrapped her arms around me in a big hug. We had been out a few times but had never gotten to the heavy kissing stage. "I like very much your mother." She told me quietly. "She is most beautiful." She gave me a long even look. "She loves you very much." I nodded in agreement. She leaned in and kissed my ear then whispered, "I enjoy to watch you sexy tease each other." I drew back to look into her eyes, which glinted naughtily. "Beautiful." She whispered. Our gaze continued for a moment longer, then she leaned in and kissed me wetly. Her lips were heaven, soft and warm, just enough pressure. After a brief moment I felt her tongue lick my lips and then she pulled away. "See you when?" she asked. "Tomorrow?" I offered. She shook her head. "Mercredi?" she asked. "I am at work until. Hiking?" "Sounds great." I took her face gently in my hands and kissed her mouth softly again. This time our tongues gently caressed each other. Mari looked a bit faint when I pulled back. "Ton Mere, ... your mother stays with you?" she asked. I smiled. "No, she's is at a hotel." Mari's smile returned, then she walked back into the restaurant. I helped Mom into her room and knelt to remove her shoes. Gently touching the backs of her calves as I did so. I moved to unzip her dress and she stopped me. "No Andy." She had a stricken look on her face. She shook her head. "Relax, I am putting you to bed and then going home." I gave her a strict look to show her I was serious. She relented a bit, very hesitant though. I moved behind her, pulled the zipper to the bottom and gently worked the thin little straps off her shoulders. Her hands come up to cover her breasts, which made the whole thing even sexier looking. I had to work the material over her hips, revealing the tiny black thong she was wearing. 'Gorgeous' I thought, 'What a perfect bottom.' I hung the dress over the back of the chair and moved to turn down the bed clothes. "After you go." She told me, standing firm. "I got a key to your room anyway. Trust me, Mom." I thought about it a moment. "Trust me Judy." I kissed her mouth gently and then moved to the door. I turned just before turning the knob. She stood still for just a moment and then, slowly moved to the bed, still cupping her gorgeous breasts, one in each hand. She looked me full in the face. "Goodnight sweetie." She said, slowly dropped her hands, revealing her perfect tits, and climbed into bed. "Goodnight Mom." The door clicked quietly but firmly behind me. In no time I was naked in my own bed, having weaved home via back streets. I took a quick glance at the clock and my eyes drooped shut; 2:34. I was out in a moment. That same old "Boop Bee Boop" of Skype woke me not 20 minutes later. I clambered sleepily out of bed and went to the desk, coming wide awake when I noticed who was calling; Mom! "Hi sweet love. Did I wake you?" she asked, knowing that she had. "Oh, well, ..." I stammered, not wanting to let her know that, yes, I had been dead asleep, "No I was just dozing off." "Oh god. I just can't sleep." She said. I noticed that she was sitting in bed, with the covers pulled up to her neck. "Being with you tonight was just so wonderful. And I don't know what came over me, teasing you like that." "I don't know, I thought it was quite sexy, really." I countered. "I wasn't sure if Marianne, really saw me or not, but if she did, ... I am simply mortified!" "Oh she definitely noticed it." I told her. She looked shocked and a bit panicked. "She told me though that she thought it was very sexy." Mom gave me an equally shocked look. "Apparently it turned her on." Mom's shocked look didn't dissipate, but after a moment's thought she gave me a small smile, but it faded quickly. She suddenly said, "I feel so wicked sweetie. This is so wrong. Isn't it?" she asked me. "Do you love me?" I asked her after a long moment of considering her question. "Of course I do, sweet love, always." "Well ... I love you ... very much ... always have! I don't think it's wrong. Do you?" "Well Andy, the whole world thinks ..." "Forget the whole world." I interrupted. "I don't want 'The whole world' making decisions for me, or for us. Do you, ... Judy, ... Mom, ... do you think it's wrong?' She considered it for a long time. "I love you Andy, my sweet son. I love you so much." She finally said quietly. "And ..." she was thoughtful again for a while, "...I can't really help that ... well ... you turn me on. A lot!" I smiled broadly at her. "You do, you know." "Not nearly as much as you turn me on." I countered. She smiled as well. "You didn't mind my little tease at dinner?" I chuckled at the recollection. "I think you have perhaps the most gorgeous breasts that I have ever seen. Seeing you toy with those sexy nipples made me very excited!" "I could tell, when you made love to my foot." She giggled. "You felt so hard, baby." "Well, you make me very hard. I blame you completely." We both laughed. After a long pause she asked, "What are you wearing? As you sit there at your desk?" I grinned " I happen to be wearing a nice tight pair of bollocks." It took her a moment to understand what this meant, but then she laughed. She then twiddled her eyebrows at me questioningly. You're wondering if I'm excited right now?" She just smiled and put the tip of her thumb in her mouth, eyebrows arching. I pushed back from my desk and slowly stood to show her my erection. "This is what I think of your little tease at dinner." I told her. She just moaned and stared. I slipped my hand down and began to caress my balls and then the length of my cock. She moaned a bit louder. "Oh Andy! That is so, so beautiful!" "Yeah? You want some of this Judy?" She moaned that she did. "You want some of this Mom?" She moaned that she did. "You want my cock ... lover? You want to be my lover?" She was watching intently, nodding slightly. I continued to stroke my hard cock for her. "Tease me again." You Know I Can See You, Right? Ch. 04 She seemed to be considering the risk of continuing this illicit affair, but was rapidly losing her internal argument. Her thumb went back to her mouth, but deeper this time. "Show me." I repeated. "Show me those perfect tits, Mom. I want to jack off while watching my mother's breasts." Slowly her free hand came up and began to slowly pushing the covers down. First one then both of her nipples came into view, and then both of her entire breasts were on display for me, only for me. "Oh!" I hissed. "So perfect! So fucking beautiful!" "Yeah?" she asked a bit timidly, "They look okay to you?" "Mom, your breasts are incredible!!" My hand was jerking faster now. "Tease those nipples again for me, just for me." "Oh yes sweetie, just for you." She moaned as both hands came up to cup and knead her big tits. She began gently pinching both nipples which were already so hard. "Oh Andy, your penis, ... your beautiful penis! You have the most beautiful cock sweetie." "It's yours Mom. All yours!" She moaned loudly and one hand dipped beneath the covers. "No. Don't hide it. Let me watch you. Let me see that perfect little pussy." It took awhile, of us masturbating together, for her to cross over this last boundary, but then in a rush, she kicked off the covers and displayed her pussy to me lewdly, legs spread wide apart, her fingers stroking and caressing. "Oh yeah!" I hissed again. "God you are so sexy, so beautiful! This cock is all yours." I repeated. Mom moaned that she liked that notion. "Yeah? You like that idea? My cock is all for you?" "Oh Andy, yes!" she cried out. "I wish I could! How I wish I could!" "Could what? Tell me." "Oh sweetie. How I wish I could have that gorgeous, big, fat dick fucking me so deep right now!" My eyes rolled closed and I almost shot my cum right then, hearing that. "Oh yeah! Wouldn't that feel incredible? My hard cock pushing deep into your sexy body? Hold you down and give you every inch of my hard love? Fill your sweet wet pussy with my fat cock, again and again?" Mom's head flew back as she began to cum loudly. "Yeah feel my hard cock in you!" Her hand was a blur on her clit. "Let me pound it into you so deep, so hard!" "Oh! Cum in me sweetie love! Shoot that cum in me lover!" She sounded like she was crying. Her head was rolling back and forth. It was incredible to watch her breasts sway and bounce gently as she came and came. "Fill my pussy with your sweet cum, Andy." She moaned quietly. "My son's creamy cum in his mommy's pussy!" She moaned again. "Here mommy! Take this cum. This is for you!" I murmured as I began to shoot. "Oh yeah! Take it from me. Take all my cum!" I opened my eyes to see her watching intently, her fingers still gently strumming her clit as she watched the arcing streams of my cum shoot out towards her, but falling short of landing on the computer. "Oh Andy." She said at last. "You are so incredible! How I wish, ... How I wish I could take your cum. And your cock, your lovely cock. God how I wish we could fuck and fuck and fuck, ..." Her voice trailed off. "But we can't. Andy we can never ..." She had turned thoughtful again. "What would people ..." "What would people ...?" I interrupted her. "What would people think?" I asked her. "I don't really give a rip what people would think. The only thing that matters is what you and I think. In all the world, there are only two people who get to decide this. I don't want 'the world' deciding what you and I do in our most private lives." "You can decide for yourself, and I would never want to push you into something you didn't want, but for me, as for myself, I want you! I want to be your lover. In every sense of the word. I want to make love to you. I love you. 'Mom', 'Judy', 'Lover'; any name fits. I love you, very much. Now it's only up to you." There was a very long pause, as she considered what I was saying. "God you are so beautiful, Mom!" She was laying there, completely nude, splayed out in the aftermath of a glorious orgasm and looking completely unashamed and relaxed. "I want you to feel like you can lay back nude like that in front of me anytime." She smiled brightly. "Watch it." She giggled. "I just might do that." "Anytime!" I told her sharing a long loving smile. She was beginning to doze a bit as we shared a long look via our internet connection from just across town; no longer half a world away. She admitted to getting a bit chilly. It was funny, as if asking my permission to cover her nudity. I told her it was okay. We said our goodnights, admitted that we both wished we could kiss goodnight, then signed off. I cleaned up and staggered to bed thinking briefly about the beach tomorrow, and was asleep in moments. To be continued ... You Know I Can See You, Right? Ch. 05 I woke late, which is not my usual, but I was feeling a bit rough. I swallowed 3 ibuprofen and sat in a hot, hot shower for a bit, allowing the scalding water to pound on my aching head. This always makes me feel better. Also, not having to work today helped my mood. I had arranged several days off in the row to spend time with Mom. Mom. She flashed into my fuzzy head and my body began to respond in its usual manner. That full, heavy feeling in my cock began at once. I sat there idly diddling my balls as I replayed all of the sexy things we had done since that fateful day of her mistake with her computer camera. Forgoing my usual coffee and Croissant breakfast, I dried, dressed and drove over to Mom's hotel. It might be early for her, but I couldn't resist being in her company another moment. Arriving at her room I let myself in with the spare key and quietly slipped inside. I could make out her form in the darkness of the room. I didn't want to push it too much, so remained fully dressed and lay down on the bed as opposed to getting in the bed. She stirred a bit as I scooted closed and spooned her. "Andy." She moaned groggily. "Don't be naughty." Her voice was slightly scolding. "Not to worry. I promise." I wrapped my arm around her shape, buried under covers, and she moaned happily and scooted closer to me. "Mmmmm. Morning sweetie love." She murmured happily and then dozed a bit more. I dozed off again as well, and an hour later awoke to a real desire for coffee. I hugged her tight, kissed the back of her head, whispered that I loved her, and then phoned for coffee, croissants, and fresh fruit to be brought up to us. Then I crawled back onto the bed. Half asleep, Mom grabbed my arm and brought it close around her, placing my hand between her breasts, still on top of the covers though. I could feel her soft mounds close around my hand on both sides though; heaven! 10 minutes later she had to pee. "I said I have to pee." She reiterated. "You want me to take one for you?" I joked. "No. I mean, ... I'm naked." She finally admitted. "So?" I asked, confused. After a moment she told me that it might sound silly, but I couldn't see her nude. I was taken aback, then said, "But I've seen you nude many times by now." "Not in person, though." "I'll close my eyes, I promise." "You'll peek." She told me. "I might." I joked. "Seriously, I have seen you completely nude and, ... well, ... doing things that, ..." She turned around to face me with a look that told me that she was still Mom and in charge. "Really? I can't even peek?" "Well," she relented, "maybe just a peek." She smiled and then slipped out of bed and padded softly to the bathroom. She was holding her breasts, to cover them, absurdly, but the sight of her gorgeous tushy and she bounced along was enough to energize my cock again. I forgot to close my eyes, so I watched full view and detailed in my mind her sexy back, defined deltoids, narrow waist, sexy defined quads; what a body my mother has. And beautifully tan as well. As she slipped into the bathroom I noted the tan line of her butt. Mom wore a bikini with a fairly modest coverage; lots of white on the adorable bottom. "Andy, sweetie," she called from the bathroom. "I forgot my toothbrush. Can you bring it from my overnight?" I got up and opened her case, fished around for the brush and paste and headed for the bathroom. The door was open and I was afforded a sight I shall never forget. Mom was sitting on the toilet, completely nude, arms crossed to hide her bare breasts, but she was nude! Completely nude, sitting there in such an intimate pose. This, to me, was as much a turn on as watching her masturbate. The intimacy was surprising. I left the stuff on the counter and backed out. Mom smiled a thank you. I returned to the bed and got in, rolling the image of her around in my hangover- addled mind. I heard the toilet flush, then water as she brushed, then watched intently for her return. There was a long silent moment where no sound issued from the bathroom. 'What was she doing?' I wondered. After a long silent pause, Mom emerged walking slowly, head high, not covering anything. Her breasts were gently bouncing and swaying slightly as she walked slowly back to the bed, eyes on mine, pulled back the covers and climbed in. No comment about my having gotten into the bed. She rolled her back to me and scooted back up against me. She reached back took my hand and brought it around her. She kissed my palm and then placed my bare hand between her bare breasts and simply held it there. I was electrified! "I love you Andy." She said quietly, and then no more was said until the food arrived. The sun had appeared and the morning was still a bit cool but the veranda was perfect for breakfast. I had room service set up outside, tipped him and closed the door behind him. Mom was watching me the whole time. I went to the closet and pulled out a plush white robe and simply held it up for her. She threw back the covers, exposing herself to my view again and then stood and allowed me to cloak her in the robe. Little was said as we drank coffee, ate our fill and watched the town coming to life. There was something so purely sensual about gazing at Mom's bare calves and feet and she rested them on the chair next to me. I had seen much of her body, (certainly not to this latest extent), over the years and never once gave it a thought from a sexual standpoint. Now I couldn't imagine not seeing her from a sexual standpoint. What an incredible change this was. She was staring at me. "We're in trouble, aren't we?" she asked after a long moment. "Why do you say that?" There was an even longer moment. "The things that we've been admitting to each other, ... when we're excited, ... and ... you know ..." "What we want to do, ... and be to each other?" I asked. She nodded. "You're not in trouble with me." I smiled. She didn't. Another long pause ensued. "I admit that it would be difficult if other people knew about this ..." "Marianne already knows." She cut in. "No." I countered. "She doesn't know anything." "Well, ... she suspects." Mom stated. "What if she does suspect, but doesn't care? Or even better, ... or worse, ... likes the idea, or is turned on by the idea?" "Did she say something?" Mom asked me. "She told me that she was excited to watch us 'sexy tease each other'." I chuckled. "I love the way she speaks English; totally charming." Mom smiled at that. "She's an adorable girl." After another long pause she said, "Do you think she might be turned on by the idea of us, ... together?" I just smiled at the thought, but didn't answer. "What time is it?" she finally asked. "11:35." "What?!!" she cried out. "It's almost noon? How could you let me sleep this late?" she scolded. "I didn't come to France to sleep the day away." She stood, but was flustered for a moment at what to wear. "What are we doing anyway?" "I thought a relaxing couple of hours at the beach would be a nice kick-off for the day." She considered the thought smiling. I asked,"You brought a suit or shall we buy you one?" She turned to her suitcase and began to dig through looking for what she brought. "I brought a suit but it's kind of modest." I waited for her to find it and then called her over to me, as I sat in a chair. It was a lovely black maillot one piece with an open back and tiny shoulder straps. I took the suit and moved her right in front of me, my hands on her hips. She gazed down at me for a moment until I reached for the tie to her robe. "Whoa. What are you doing?" "I'm helping." I told her, with a sly smile. She considered my words for quite a while as she held my hands captive. I just waited, hoping against hope that she would relent. "That is way more than just a peek." She chided softly, but was still considering. "This has a very high naughtiness potential." I just maintained my gentle smile, my heart absolutely pounding in my chest. She smiled sweetly, and gently released my hands, and gave me a look filled with meaning: 'don't push this too fast and fuck it up'. Very slowly I untied the robe and let the straps hang. I didn't move further, just waited for the robe to unfurl on its own. Slowly, very slowly it did, until there was a 3 inch gap down the middle. I was gazing into her eyes, so saw the expanse of elegant skin between her breasts via my peripheral vision; gorgeous. It occurred to me that if I looked down her pussy would be visible. I think she had the same thought and was just waiting for me to steal a look there. I didn't. "Mom," I whispered softly, "you are the most exquisite, exciting, beautiful woman I have ever known. You have such a profound effect on me. Potent sexuality to be sure, but way more than that; a deep admiration and love for you." Our eyes were locked, gazing deeply. "I love you so much!" I whispered. "So much!" She hugged me to her, my cheek in full contact with that gorgeous skin in her cleavage. We remained in this embrace for a long time. Her fingers combed through my hair and she kissed the top of my head. Nothing more was said. After a long embrace, she finally released me. I looked up into her eyes again, reached up and gently eased the robe off her shoulders. It fell out of my vision, as our eyes remained fastened on each other. "May I look at your body?" I asked quietly. She simply smiled and nodded. My eyes traced a lazy path down from her face to her perfect breasts. They were mere inches from me. Her nipples looked painfully erect. The freckles on her skin were so close now, so adorable! I noted that her ribs were nicely formed and created a lovely arch above her tummy, which was flat and sexy. Not ripped, but beautifully shaped and the skin looked velvety soft. Her tummy was framed on both sides by sexy hip bones which drew a slight arrow shape aiming lower to her mound which was pronounced and perfectly smooth; not a hair there. She was very turned on! It was apparent. I could just make out her pussy lips from this angle, which were full and swollen, opening slightly to reveal her clitoris hood peaking just a bit. Her thighs were gorgeous with chiseled definition at the quadriceps. Beautiful calves rounded out a pair of beautiful legs, her feet standing in the puddle that was the robe, lying on the floor. I couldn't possibly imagine a sexier sight, ever! "You are soooooo beautiful!" I moaned when my eyes had retraced their path back to her face again. She smiled nervously. I noted the pounding of her heart in the veins at her supple neck. She was practically panting. I grabbed her swimsuit and arranged it to help her step into it. She lifted a leg to slip it through the leg hole, which afforded me an incredible view of her pussy, not 6 inches from my mouth. I was drooling. Pulling it up, it hid her perfect pussy from my eyes and then more of my mother's gorgeous body disappeared behind the thin, stretchy material. Her nipples, however, could not hide their excited state. They threatened to rip holes in the thin material. I wanted to bite them! Once in her suit, she took a few steps back and began to model it, swaying her hips and turning. "How does it look?" she said over her shoulder. "Too modest for the South of France?" "Honestly, no way. It is perfect. You are perfect." "Oh, sweetie. You are so kind to me. I love it." She moved forward and kissed my cheek. She lingered close like that for a moment longer. "And I love you Andy. I love you so much baby!" I reached up and gently took her face in both hands. I held her close, then leaned in and kissed her lips long and gently; so softly you could barely feel it. She just stayed there, leaning over me, and waited for me to finish. "Come with me. Let me show you my beach." She grinned and we headed out. We gathered our gear, stopped for some snacks and drove around the marina and then east around the point on the road to Monaco. I was taking her to a place that I loved and that not many people frequented, especially during the week. We were heading to a place, below Mont Baron, where you had to know which turn to make off of the roadway; otherwise you wouldn't even know it existed. Halfway round a high speed bend you had to slam on your brakes and dodge into a small opening in the guardrail. It was actually the driveway to an ancient villa that someone had purchased, begun to renovate and either became bored with, or ran out of money. It sat halfway between total demolition and the start of repair. It had been this way for years. We drove past the villa and down numerous switchbacks until we reached a stand of trees where we parked. I grabbed our bag and we headed down the winding trail that led to the only sandy beach for miles in either direction. The south of France has very few sandy beaches, even fewer which are naturally sandy. Cannes, the famous film festival location to the west of us, has it's sand imported from Morocco. Here there is a vein of soft pumice stone which decays slowly and the sand erodes gently to the water where it builds up into a lovely, if somewhat tiny beach. Have a party for 20 people and it becomes standing room only. As we arrived and stepped out on the sand we noticed a woman up at the north end of the sand just getting up to leave. She was lovely, older, wearing a large fashionable hat and was nude save for a tiny black thong, which was smaller than I'd ever seen before. She had lovely big breasts that were as tan as the rest of her, with dark erect nipples. She strolled slowly to where we were laying out towels, before wrapping a bit of cloth around her hips and another around her breasts. "Bonjour." She said smiling, I think noting the difference on our ages. And passed very near to us as she made for the trail up. I greeted her in French and my mother greeted her in English, which made her pause another brief moment, trying to figure out what we were about. She looked familiar to me and I may have to her as well. At least I had that feeling, and briefly thought that it would be fun to join her here sometime. "Wow." Mom said once she was out of earshot. "Modesty isn't needed here much." I chuckled that perhaps not. "At least not of you have a body like hers." She added. "Yeah?' I asked innocently. She gave me a look. "Perfect breasts." She whispered to herself. "Totally." I added, joking. Then seriously, countered, "Though not as perfect as yours." Mom scoffed aloud. She was arranging her stuff and then dropped to her knees on the towel. "But hers are totally tan." "You know what's funny?" I asked her. "I much prefer your tan lines. I much prefer your breasts, but tan breasts look like they see the sun all the time. Breasts that are white from being covered all the time are way sexier. They're private, secret. That is so much sexier!" We both laid down on our backs side by side. "Not that I wouldn't absolutely love to watch you lay out topless." Mom was silent for a long time. I didn't want to push the issue too hard. "It's been a long time since I laid out topless." "Did you enjoy it?" I asked. "I got sunburned." She stated flatly. "That may be because I wasn't there to protect them with sunscreen." She laughed, in a 'Yeah, I'll bet' kind of way. We lay quietly for a while. The sun felt wonderful. I flashed on the notion that the rest of the world was at work. The ocean was gently lapping at the shore. The slightest breeze caressed our skin. "I would love to get you a thong like she was wearing." I finally said quietly. "Where would I wear it?" "Right here, with me." "Topless, right?" I told her that 'of course. That's the point'. I leaned up on my elbow, looking down at her. Her physique was exquisite in her one-piece. "Be topless for me." She lay quietly without responding. "Be topless for me." I repeated quietly. "Protect them with sunscreen?" she asked after considering for a moment. She looked up into my smiling face. "How do you do that? Make me want to be so naughty with you?" she smiled. She sat up, gave me a long look and then slowly began slipping first one strap, and then the other off her shoulders. She made a motion to turn from me just a bit and then pulled the suit down off her breasts and then way down to her hips, trying to turn it into bikini bottoms. Her nipples were so hard. "Put sunscreen on my back?" she asked. I moved to kneel behind her and worked sunscreen into the soft skin of her shoulders and back. I did her arms and then pulled her back towards me a bit and, pouring more lotion into my hands, reached around to gently, slowly work lotion into her tits. She was looking down at herself and the way that my hands manipulated her flesh. I stroked and kneaded the tender flesh of her perfect tits. "God Mom! Your tits are so perfect!" I whispered into her ear. "Yes? You really think so?" she whispered. "I do! They are so perfect. They feel so good!" "I cannot believe that I'm letting my own son play with my tits." She said half to herself. "Oh yeah!" she whispered almost silently, "Do the nipples. That turns me on so much." We sat there for maybe 5 minutes while I played with her tits, my cock screaming stiff in my shorts. "Are you hard?' she asked. "Of course." She simply reached behind and searched out my cock, gently stroking and squeezing it through the material. I wished I was nude. She hummed appreciatively. "You have to stop now, or this may get really out of hand." "I don't mind." I countered. "I do sweetie. Andy, I am loving this new dimension to our relationship," she turned to face me, "but it is incredibly fragile. Don't fuck it up! Or let me fuck it up!" she was very earnest. "I feel so, ... on the edge, as if I may decide suddenly that I have to stop this forever. I don't want to." Her hand came up to cup my cheek. My hands had stopped their squeezing but continued to hold her tits. "I am loving this, sweetie! I love your hands on me! I love how sexy you are, and how sexy you think I am. I've never, ever, felt this way about anyone, or myself. I dream of fucking you for hours and days and weeks." She became very thoughtful. "I am, however, this close to calling the whole thing off and flying home." It was suddenly very sober between us. "Let me lay down." She finally said. "You can look all you want. I want you to look at me, at my body, at my bare breasts, ... but let me work this out, ... in my head, ... for a bit?" My hands dropped to her ribs, then her hips. I sat back and then moved to lay on my own towel. She smile her thanks and lay back as well. Her breasts glistened in the sun. I simply lay there watching her for a bit. "God I would love a photo of you like that." I joked. "Yeah?" she asked. "My camera is in my bag." She laughed at the shocked look on my face. "You can take all the pictures you want of me. With MY camera." She added. I spent a half an hour posing her and photographing her in a wide variety of poses, all fairly tame but tasteful. I helped her pull her suit into the crack of her bottom to make a thong out of it. Her pussy lips were clearly swollen and visible as her suit rode deeply into the crease between her lips. Finally I lay down next to her and we held hands as we napped a bit. It was hot when we woke and we walked hand in hand to the water's edge. Her breasts were swinging gently, sexily. We waded in waist deep and stood hip to hip, arms around each other looking out across the bay at Cap Ferrat. We splashed each other a bit before heading back in. "You are the most beautiful woman I know." I told her once back at our towels. She turned and threw her arms around me, crushing her tits into my chest and kissed me passionately on the mouth. My hands found her bottom and pulled her close, into my erection. You Know I Can See You, Right? Ch. 05 "I love you so much, sweetheart." She said. "I love you, ... son." We kissed a while longer, then heard the distinctive sound of a car coming down the road to the parking area. The nice thing here was that nobody could sneak up on you, because the sound of anyone approaching drifted down to the beach long before those people could even see the beach. "You have no idea how much I wish that I could fuck you, sweetie." She whispered conspiratorially into my ear. My cock throbbed at the comment. "I think we may be done here." I turned her in my arms and reached up to gently cup her breasts again. I gently squeezed both and played both thumbs over her nipples. "You have no idea how much I wish that I could fuck you, Mom." I whispered back. I released her and she worked her suit out of her butt crack and up and over her tits again. I was genuinely sad to see them go. We began heading back up the path as a group of young kids came noisily down the switchbacks towards us. I greeted them in English, which gave them the impression that we were tourists and didn't speak the language. They immediately began talking about my mother in the most graphic language; her big titties; hard nipples; her sexy ass; all the things they would do to her if I hadn't been there. I smiled to myself. 'If they only knew', I thought. Mom wanted to have a quick nap and then go out wandering and shopping later. She asked if I would just drop her at her hotel for a bit. I figured that she needed a bit of time alone, to think and relax. I felt like heading home to jack off. I was still so erect when we arrived at her hotel, she made note of it. "Is that still because of me?" she smiled. I told her 'of course'. She kissed me with just a touch of tongue and then scampered into the hotel lobby. I headed into town to a woman's clothing store that I knew. They sold bikinis and I hoped I could find the thong that we had seen on that woman earlier. I wanted to see my mother model it for me. I found the thong at the store and the lady that helped me was very intrigued with who I might be shopping for. I thought briefly of telling her it was for my mother, but then thought better of it. They had it in black and nude and I bought both, thinking that the nude color on the beach might be interesting. The saleslady then suggested that white might offset her tan, so I bought the third. They also had various cover-ups and sexy little accessories so I got some of them as well. She then went out on a limb and showed me a tiny dress that took my breath away. It looked at first like just a simple little-black-dress, but looking closer I noticed that it would be incredibly tight when worn and was made of a material that was so sheer that up close you would be able to see everything though it. I bought that as well. I waited for her to call when she awoke. No need to push her; 'let her sleep', I thought. It wasn't until around 4 in the afternoon that she finally rang me. She wanted to stroll around town and do some shopping. Maybe dinner at a small café? I picked her up outside of her hotel. She was standing on the street waiting for me. I think she was nervous to have me come up to her room. We drove over by the marina and parked the car and wandered for a few hours, had a light meal in a small café, sitting at a small table on the sidewalk. The weather was perfect and she looked amazing in her sundress and strappy heels. I couldn't wait for her to model the dress that I just bought her. I was going to give them to her later, as a surprise. We killed a bottle of wine with our meal and then continued on, up and down the side streets, hand in hand. The sun disappeared and the lights came on, and by the time we realized it we were miles from the car. We had strolled uphill to the corniche, and wandered along the Riviera above the marina. With the lights of the city below us I pulled her into my arms and held her against my chest. We stood looking down at the nighttime view of the city. "You live in such a beautiful city." She told me. "I do enjoy beautiful things." I responded, and then gently eased my hands up her ribs and cupped both of her breasts. She made no effort to stop me. I kissed her neck. "Do you mind me taking liberties like this with you?" I whispered in her ear. She considered my words a long time. "No." she finally said. "I guess I don't." she snuggled back into me a bit. I gently squeezed her braless tits in my hands. "I love your hands on me. But, ..." It took her a very long time to continue. I just kept caressing her tits, feeling her hard nipples against the palms of both hands. "I just feel like such a, ... bad person, ... to let you turn me on like this." "There is no way," I assured her, "that you are a bad person." I kissed her neck again. She turned in my arms and we shared first a long deep look, and then a long deep kiss. "I am letting my son touch my body, ... see my body in the most inappropriate ways. I have let you see me naked. You were just holding my breasts. I've allowed you to fantasize about,... fucking me, fucking his own mother." She looked quite distraught. "I've dreamed of fucking you too." We shared a long concerned look. "Where the hell have we come to, in our lives?" "A place of love and desire." I finally responded. "I love you. I love you so much. I love you as my mother, but it feels like that time is past. I don't need you as a mother anymore. I do want you in my life though. I want to be your lover." I gave her a huge smile. "You can feel how much I want to be your lover." My aching cock, pressing into her tummy, left no doubt about it. She gave me a sad smile. "This could destroy everything." She finally said sadly. I got the feeling that something was changing. I hoped that it would, but in the right direction. Was she relenting to her desire? I had the fleeting thought that maybe the risk was all too real. Could this destroy who we were to each other? "I think perhaps I should go back to my hotel." She finally told me. A cab happened by and she flagged him down. I couldn't persuade her to let me drive her. She seemed in a panic to get away. I let her. The taxi driver spoke no English, so I had to tell him where to take her and she kissed me quickly and drove off. I watched the taxi disappear and then turned and headed back, weaving drunkenly to my car. I don't remember much about the drive, but was suddenly home and in my apartment. I brought my computer to bed and hit the call button on Skype and let it ring her for a while. There was no answer. I tossed my clothes on the floor, dejected, and climbed into bed. Some time later the Skype went. I fumbled a bit with the answer button and was connected with Mom. Her screen was dark; she had no lights on. I didn't either so mine must have been dark on her end too. "Baby?" she asked quietly. "You there?" "I'm here." "I'm so sorry love." She said in a voice that conveyed her despair. "I'm so sorry to have simply left you by the side of the road and run away. Run back to my room here. I feel like such a chicken!" I said nothing. "It's just so alarming how much we turn each other on. I feel like such a, ... bad person?. No that isn't it really, ... I just feel so 'weak'. You totally turn me on. You turn my insides to mush, ... and make me so wet and ready and, ..." There was a long pause in the darkness. "I just (----), ..." She mumbled. I completely missed what she had said. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" I asked. "You heard me." She whispered. "No. I really didn't. You were kind of mumbling." "I said, ... I just want you to fuck me so bad!" she whispered again, although this time I heard her clear as day. Another long pause as I rolled her admission around in my brain. "I just feel so wicked." She whispered again. "But you know how much I would love to fuck you, as well. Don't you?" "Well I certainly enjoyed feeling your erection against me earlier." Another pause settled in. "I loved the feel of your cock. Your hard, hard cock. That gorgeous penis of yours." She sounded like she was just talking to herself now. "God! I'm your mother sweetie, and I'm telling you how gorgeous your penis is, how much it turns me on to know it gets so hard, for me. Your cock is so amazing sweetie." "It is all for you, Mom; if you'll have it. Let me give it to you. Let me show you the wondrous feeling of pushing it into your beautiful body." She gave a little moan. "I want you to enjoy fucking me so much that you never want to give it up." "That's just my problem. Even if we did do it, ... even if we did make love, just once, 'cause we couldn't stand it anymore', ... I would have to have you all the time." She groaned a bit in frustration. "I just know that I would love it so much, I would make you fuck me all the time!!" "Oh Mom! Please! I'm begging you! Make me fuck you all the time! Live in my bed. Let my cock live in your pussy. Let me fuck you every night. After another long pause, I added, "This, ... for me at least, ... is waaaay beyond just a simple fuck though. I want to make love to you. I love you! I want to make love to you with my whole heart, my whole soul. You and I have been inextricably intertwined my entire life. I want to pleasure you in a way that no other man alive can do. No other man can make you feel the way your own son can." "What kind of mother would that make me?" she asked quietly. "The very best. The very sexiest." I replied softly. "It would make you my mother, my lover. I want to make love to you, just to show you how incredible it would be after. To wake up the next morning together, nude and warm and entwined in my sheets. Our bodies would become so familiar to each other. You would be an incredibly sexy woman, with a deeply loving son, who could sexually pleasure his mother in the most intimate ways; my cock in your pussy, my lips on your lips, my tongue caressing your tongue." There was a long silence, just the sound of our heavy breathing, in the darkness. Neither of us had a light on. "Oh Andy!" Mom finally gasped. "I am so ready for you. I am so wet right now. Your cock would be heaven inside me, filling me." She sounded like she might be crying, but I didn't want to press. "I would love to kiss you so deeply as you fill me with that beautiful big penis." "Oh, Mom! It is big! It is so hard right now. I'm stroking it. Is that alright?" "Oh course sweetie! Stroke that gorgeous big cock for me." "What are you doing right now?" I asked her. She breathlessly described how she was tugging her nipples and fingering her pussy. She described wanting to spread her legs as wide as she could to allow me the deepest access to her wetness. She wanted to wrap her arms and legs around me and hold on for dear life as I just hammered her slick pussy with every inch of my 'handsome cock'. I listened intently as she came and then shortly thereafter, came again. I began to shoot as she was coming the second time. We each lay in our own darkness, panting hard and calming. We had done it again. "Can I ask you to promise me something?" I finally asked her. "Yes." She said after a thoughtful pause. "Will you check out of your hotel tomorrow and come and spend the balance of your trip at my place?" "Oh Andy. I don't know, ..." "I'll take the couch and you can have the bed, if you like, ..." "No sweetie, ... if I stay at your place, we'd sleep together." "Only if you wanted." I told her. "Do you promise?" This time the pause was long and agonizing. "I promise." was all she said, quietly and then hung up without another word. To be continued You Know I Can See You, Right? Ch. 06 The following morning was almost a replay of the one before. I woke fairly early and drove over to Mom's hotel, letting myself into her room with the spare key, again. The drapes were not drawn shut as they had been yesterday, but stood open allowing the faint light of dawn to softly light the room. Mom rolled over and watched me entering the room. She said nothing. I moved to the bed and leaned down and kissed her mouth gently. Still no words. Standing, I began to remove my clothes. She looked like she might protest, but didn't; not yet. I dropped my pants and was down to my tight black shorts. My arousal was evident. She was just about to protest when I stopped moving. I leaned down and gently pulled the covers back to reveal her glorious nude shape. She scooted back a bit to allow me into the bed. I took her in my arms and we kissed, gently, lovingly. No hot passion, but soft and sweet. I rolled her over, back to me and spooned up behind her. I reached around and gently took hold of her full, soft breast. She didn't protest or make any move to stop me. I proceeded very slowly, not wanting to break this magic spell. Satisfied that this was all I wanted at the moment, she snuggled back into me and we slept for a while. When coming through the lobby I had requested that breakfast be brought up in an hour, on trays so we could eat in bed. A while later there was a soft knock at the door. I kissed Mom's neck, scalp and shoulder and got out of bed to open the door. A short while later, we were sitting side by side eating and drinking our coffee. Mom was sitting up bare breasted in bed, which was exciting beyond anything I could have imagined. Us, like real lovers, enjoying the calm, yet heated presence and closeness. Not a word had past between us yet. After snacking a bit Mom got out of bed and padded quietly to the bathroom and closed the door. I sipped coffee and waited. I had no idea what to expect and had no agenda for the morning, just allowing the situation to unfold, slowly, gently. I watched her as she emerged and walked smoothly over to my side of the bed. She was an incredible nude vision. She took a long look into my eyes, smiled a bit, shook her head in wonder and leaned down to kiss me again. Another chaste, soft kiss, but in this atmosphere, highly charged, like lightning. She crawled over me to her side of the bed and got back under the covers. It was so amazing to see every inch of her body, even the most private parts, as she climbed over me and worked her legs back under the covers. It was as if we were playing a game to see who would break the silence first. I had entered the room with a big paper shopping bag, but no questions emerged about it. After I finished a second cup of coffee, I got out of bed and went to get the bag. Mom just had a curious look on her face, btu said nothing, as our game continued. Setting the bag on the bed I reached in and pulled out a smaller bag, overflowing with colorful tissue; a gift she recognized. She set her tray aside and sat up in bed with an expectant smile of her beautiful face. I gazed at her for a while, loving the rumpled look of her 'just woke up' hair. The image of her sitting there, childlike, smiling, nude to the waist, gorgeous breasts on full display gave me the most incredible sense of happiness. I loved this woman, utterly, completely! I held the bag close and she pulled out a piece of bright pink tissue paper, then she withdrew one that was powder blue. I then reached in and pulled out what looked like a white hankie, only smaller. Her look turned more curious, as I pulled another one, in a nude color, then a third in black. I held the black one up and showed her what it was. Her look was priceless. She seemed shocked and excited and surprised all at once. Her hand came up to cover her mouth in surprise. The effect was charming. I reached my hand out to help her up and she gave me a look of shock. I could easily read her thoughts: 'What? You want me to wear that?' she said with only a look. I nodded, smiling. After a brief moments thought, she took my hand and stood up on the bed. There she was, standing before me, my goddess mother, completely nude. She put a hand on my shoulder as I held out the tiny thong and she worked, first one foot and then the other into the openings. She allowed me to work the tiny scraps and material up her long legs, over her hips and onto her bottom, covering her pussy in front, barely. I turned her again and again adjusting the fit until it was perfect! I stood back to gaze at the effect which was electrifying!! She put both her hands on her hips, as if to ask, 'How do I look?' I simply grinned like a idiot and nodded. It was miniscule! She giggled a bit and then jumped out of bed and practically ran to the bathroom to have a look. I watched through the door as she turned this way and that checking herself out. I could tell she was pleased with how it looked on her. She peeked out of the bathroom door, hand over her mouth again, shaking her head with a "I can't believe I'm wearing this' look. One more glance over her shoulder, at her butt in the mirror and she rejoined me at the bed. I held out the other 2 colors which she took from me examining closely. She was impressed with the quality of the workmanship. I took her by the hand and twirled her like a dancer. She was spectacular!! Taking a hold of her shoulders I stood her before me and reached back into the bag. This time I withdrew more black material, but not much more. I found the shoulder straps of the dress and held it out for her. At first she took in the shape of the dress, but as she studied it she noticed how sheer the fabric was. A look of growing concern emerged as she understood just how nude she would look in this. She looked up to me and then back to the dress, then back to me. Alarm registered in her eyes. I took her hands and lifted them up over her head and began to slip the dress over her body. It slithered tightly over every curve of her exquisite form as I drew it down over her head, her breasts, her hips and then smoothed the material over her sexy bottom. It appeared as though I had simply spray painted her nakedness. Her nipples jutted lewdly through the material attempting escape. There was a sexy dimple at her bellybutton, I turned her and the cute dimples in her lower back showed clearly as well. Lots of skin showed between her breasts, even more down her back. It was incredible on her!! I gently took hold of her hips and brought her close in front of me. Her hands moved to my face and she drew me in close and kissed me hard. We just held that contact of our lips without getting to outrageous with our tongues yet. My right hand came up to the back of her head as my left swooped around to the small of her back as I just held her close. Our lips parted but she pressed her forehead to mine. Eyes closed she just held me there for a long moment. I could tell she was reveling in the deepest love two humans can have for each other; mother and son; lovers. When we looked into each other's eyes, her were filled with tears, such that they were running down her cheeks. I would have been alarmed if not for the beatific smile of her face. Tears of happiness. She kissed me hard, not closing her eyes this time. Our lips caressed each other's as we gazed into each other's eyes. She pulled away smiling and then skipped off to the bathroom for another look. She repeated her turning and preening again, examining every bit of her body wrapped in this diaphanous material. Then she reached underneath and removed the thong, making her completely nude underneath. I couldn't take it anymore and strolled to the bathroom door to watch. She would admire herself, then smile over at me then return to her own reflection. I could tell she liked it. I have never been so satisfied with a gift for someone in my life. She left the bathroom hurried to her suitcase and pulled out a sexy pair of pumps, and a Pashmina to wrap around her shoulders. She always did have a flair for dress. She practically ran to the closet and rummaged for a mesh snood and put it over her hair. The effect was instant and thoroughly charming. She was gorgeous!! Thinking of one last thing she returned to the bathroom and pulled a necklace from her bag. It was actually a small black choker with a sterling heart pendant. It was the crowning touch! Her bare flesh was fully visible through the material, but she didn't seem to care about that. She was elegant in her confidence with her body. I had been standing in the middle of the room watching her move around me, styling an outfit to die for. She emerged from the bathroom and stood looking at me with a smolder that made me fully erect again. Never taking her eyes from mine, she removed the choker, kissed the little heart and set it on the bathroom counter. She pulled back the pashmina, reaveling the glory of her visible nipples to me again. She casually tossed it over the back of a chair. She then reached back the drew the snood slowly off her hair, giving her head a little shake. Her hair swung gently back and forth in opposite motion to her breasts and they gently moved in the dress. Laying the snood over the pashmina, she then reached slowly up to the tiny shoulder straps of the dress. First one, then the other fell off her shoulders. She grasped the material at her breasts and began to peel it slowly down, like removing a second skin. There was a brief pause as the material first snagged on, then popped of her erect nipples, giving her breasts another lovely jiggle. Down she peeled it, over her ribs, her tummy, her hips, her pussy, then bending straight-legged, pushed it all the way to her black pumps and off onto the floor. She was bent completely double, showing me her naked back and sexy round hips. She rolled her head a bit to look at me from down there, to make sure I was watching; like I would have even blinked for fear of missing something. She smiled such a luminous smile at me. Slowly she stood up again, placed her hands on her hips again and simply posed for me, in nothing but her high heels. I think she was trying to get me to break the silence, but I didn't. I wanted to! I was dying to tell her how beautiful, sexy, gorgeous, spectacular ...I guess my facial expression said it all. She strolled towards me in the sexiest way ever, like a model, crossing her feet over each as she came, slowly, slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. She gently placed a hand right in the middle of my chest and felt my pounding heart. Her smile widened at that. Gently pushing me I sat down on the bed. She kept one hand on her hip while the other began to caress the soft, silky skin of her lower tummy. If she had any pubic hair she would have been running her fingers through it. As it was she was simply stroking her skin right above her bare pussy. She then raised her foot and placed her high heel right in my lap with a look that commanded me to help her remove her shoe. I did. Holding, gently caressing her calf as I slipped the shoe off. We repeated this same motion, slowly with the other foot. She changed her hands, from one hip to the other and continued stroking her swollen mound. Once completely, beautifully nude, she stood for a moment in front of me and then returned to the bed and made quite a show of climbing in. She pulled the covers all the way up to where just her chin was showing. She ran her tongue over her lower lip, worked her eyebrows at me devilishly and then rolled over to nap for a short while longer. I stood walked over to where she was laying in bed, with her back now to me and drop my shorts. She turned to look for a moment, gazing at my painfully erect cock, then lay back down. I pulled open the sheets and climbed in and snuggled my cock against her back, reaching around to hold her. We dozed for a bit. Later I awoke to the feel of her pulling me towards her. She had turned towards me and was pulling me onto my stomach. She then straddled my back and began to gently massage me. She interspersed some light scratching all over my back and butt. She leaned down and stroked her tits over my skin. It was wonderful. I moaned aloud but still nothing was said. She kissed my ear, then my shoulders, then down my back. She shifted on top of me and kissed both of my butt cheeks; long and languid. She then kissed the backs of my thighs and gently blew warm air between my legs and over my balls. I pushed my butt back at her hoping for more but she climbed out of bed, stood and stretched and then began to pull on the tiny black thong again. I was leaning on an elbow to watch this incredibly exciting display. She pulled some cute shorts out of her bag and slid them on, then a cute tight crop top over her bare breasts; no bra. She showed me her hiking shoes as she sat to put them on, reminding me that today was the day we were supposed to hike the Verdon Gorge area. I sat up and then stood, showing her my hard cock, as I began to dress as well. She continued to toil away picking things up and putting them in her bag, until I realized that she was preparing to fulfill her promise from last night. She was preparing to check out of the hotel!! I began to help her pack, both of us silent as we moved about the room. Finally, we had everything and headed out and downstairs. We checked out, drove to my place, put her stuff away and then I pulled her into my arms and kissed her long and deep. Our tongues made passionate love to each other as we kissed and held each other. I changed into hiking clothes and then we headed out. I put the top down in my car because the weather was so perfect. Mom looked spectacular riding along in the bright sunshine. I was aware of the time, though she wasn't. I remembered that I had made a plan with Marianne to join us hiking. I was pretty sure that Mom either didn't know or had forgotten. Her shorts were almost obscenely brief and her tits were stretching the fabric of her top almost to breaking. Her nipples were so hard and so visible that had we been home in the states, I would have insisted she cover with something. Here, who cared? Right at 10;30 I pulled up to a cute little apartment building and parked. Mom gave me a curious look and I simply smiled. She remained confused as we simply sat there waiting. When Mari bounced out the front door and made for my car, Mom turned to me with a look of such surprise, shock, and panic I laughed out loud. Mari was briefly taken aback by the wild immodesty of Mom's outfit, but quickly set that aside in favor of a look of pure curiosity. She was no slouch in the visible nipples department either, as she leaned into the car and kissed both of Mom's cheeks in greeting. Mari didn't bother with the door that I opened and simply climbed into the backseat over Mom's door. "I am so 'appy to be wiz you." She sang happily. "To be wiz boz of you." She leaned into the front seat and gave me a kiss that curled my toes. Our tongues danced a bit in greeting. We hadn't kissed like that before. I then looked at my mother from the viewpoint of how Mari must have seen her. Her shorts were so brief as she sat there, that you could almost see her pussy. Her breasts were obviously without support and in the bright sunlight you could actually make out the darkness of her areolas. I turned to really take in Mari's outfit and only then realized that there could be a competition going. Marianne wore a very sexy, outdoorsy, somewhat revealing outfit of her own. Very short shorts and a top that threatened to spill her tits out at any moment. Mari was smiling at us but then her smile faded. "Is something not right?" she asked us. "You are not speaking a lot." She sounded concerned. I was the one to speak. "Everything is great actually, but we are having a contest to see how long we can go without saying anything to each other." I told her smiling. Mom turned in her seat and gave her a big smile and shrugged. Mari looked confused but smiled a bit anyway, in confusion. "I don't know why." I continued. "We've been doing this since I picked her up this morning." Mari leaned forward, put her arms around both of us and kissed me. "You both are so adorable together." She told us, pronouncing 'adorable' in a very French manner, which I loved. She then turned and kissed Mom on the mouth. "I love that you love him so well." Mom was a bit flustered, but found Mari's broken English as charming as me. She gently drew her fingertips across Mari's cheek as they shared a smile. I hit the gas and headed out before we drew a crowd. The day was turning perfect, bright and sunny as I headed west on the A8 to the Route des Grasse, which would wind its way into the mountains. It would be a couple hour ride and we would lunch in Rougon before actually heading into the Gorge itself. It is much like driving into the Grand Canyon back home only not so arid. As I drove we three just relaxed into a comfortable quiet, just enjoying the road. In the rearview I noticed that Mari's blouse had lost a few buttons and her breasts kept coming into view and her blouse billowed open in the breeze. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, smaller than Mom's but high on her chest and set rather wide apart, with petit rosy nipples that pointed slightly outward from the center. My cock was in a constant state the whole way. Arriving in Rougon we found a quiet café off a back street with tables out under a wide tree. Mom looked a bit self-conscious about her nearly naked state, but Mari was reveling in hers, which I think helped Mom relax a bit. A bottle of good southern red wine also helped immeasurably. Mari scooted her chair over right next to Mom's. She put her arm around Mom's shoulders and lean in close. I watched as Mom's hand gently floated to Mari's thigh and gently lay there, on the soft warm skin. "Is nice? To be with 2 such beautiful girls as we?" Mari asked me. "Is very nice!" I grinned. "Very nice indeed. You two are so beautiful!" "I think is true." She agreed turning to look Mom in the face. "We are very beautiful." She combed Mom's hair out of her face and they shared a long look. They seemed to be really studying each other. Mari leaned in and kissed her again, soft but lingering. Mom had a look of uncertainly, but didn't pull back and move at all. Mari kissed her again. "It is very fun to tease poor Awndy, yes?" Mom smiled, both at the idea and the charming way she always pronounced my name. "Yes it is." Mom finally agreed. They both turned to smile at me. My cock was bursting. We leisurely strolled arm in arm in arm to the car and then drove into the Gorge. Mom was suitably impressed with the sight. It should be classified as one of the great wonders of the world. At the deep switch backs that lead down to the Lake of Sainte -- Croix, we pulled into the tourist parking lot. There were groups of tourists, some large groups but mostly just a few and some couples. We caused rather a large stir with the erotic display of my two girls. Mari didn't bother with the buttons of her blouse but simply undid it completely, exposing her breasts momentarily and then tied it loosely at the waist. She and Mom, though wearing different outfits completely both managed to draw all of the attention of the men, which drew some curiosity and ire from the women. We strolled to the edge of the gorge, which drops seven hundred meters to the flowing river below. I stood with an arm around each of my girls for a long while, just admiring the view. The water is the most amazing green color. Back in the car we drove a ways to a spot where a steel climb down, then down then down again, brings to the water's edge. There is a gorgeous trail along the water, which Mari told us changes with almost every rainy season. You Know I Can See You, Right? Ch. 06 We rounded a corner and came upon a small pebbly beach. Mari suggested that we lay out for a bit and get some sun. We both seemed game and Mari instantly removed her blouse, offering me my very first view of her perfect tits. They weren't tan but weren't white either, as if they saw the sun only on rare occasions. I pulled a large blanket out of my pack and laid it out, then removed my pants and shirt and laid down completely nude. Neither girl expressed any shock, but I think they were both a bit surprised at the boldness of my maneuver. As Mari was unbuttoning her shorts, slowly, not wanting to get too far ahead of Mom, Mom simply pulled her top over her head. Her gorgeous, full breasts bounced just slightly as she did so. Mari had a brief look of total envy over their beauty. As if in response Mari dropped her shorts to reveal a sexy white thong. She seemed to be saying 'Take that!' as if in competition for my attention. Mom hesitated for just a bit, taking her time to fold her top just so and remove her shoes. Mari sat down next to me cross-legged, and was half watching Mom, half taking in the view. Mom unbuttoned her tight shorts, unzipped them rather slowly, apparently very nervous about exposing her new, miniscule thong. It had the slight effect of her putting on a show. With a rolling motion of her hips she worked the tight material over her bottom and off, letting them simply fall with a gentle 'whoosh' to the gravel. Mari gave such a surprised look upon seeing the virtual nothingness of Mom's bathing suit bottoms, I actually laughed out loud. "What?" Mom asked, defensively, immediately. "Oh sorry, nothing. I think Marianne is just a bit surprised by your bold choice of bathing suit." "I am not even." Mari countered. "It's just ..." "What?" Mom asked again. I realized that this was the first time she had uttered a word all day. "I did not know that American women were, ..." she stammered, looking for words and phrases that she didn't fully command. Mom waited for her explanation. "I always believed Americans were, ... that American women were, ... shy?" she asked, wondering if her words were correct. Mom wasn't understanding fully. "Puritans?" Mari tried again. "Not willing to show their bodies as you do?" Mom considered her words for a moment. "Well, honestly, ... I don't think you are wrong. About Americans, anyway" Mom told her. "I might never wear this." She said indicating the tiny patch of cloth that counted as bikini bottoms. "Or go without a top if Andy, ..." She caught herself about to divulge something private. "What about Awndy?" Mari asked, swiveling her gaze back and forth between us. "Well, ... Andy bought this for me. Yesterday." Mom admitted quietly as she ran her fingers over the material, not realizing that she was actually running her fingers over her pussy in front of us. She caught herself and jerked her hand away. Mari's mouth dropped open a bit, at this admission. Slowly her eyes rolled from Mom's to mine. "Truly? You have bought this for your own mother?" I smiled a bit sheepishly. "Actually I bought her three of them in different colors." Mari's amazed expression remained. "Oooo la la!" she finally whistled. She brought her hand up and shook it waving her fingers as if to say, 'Wow! How hot is that?' "Show me?" she asked Mom turning back to her. Mom steeled herself, then slowly turned a little circle displaying her body for our inspection. Once facing front again, Mari reached up and took the material in her fingers. This required her to slip 2 fingers under the tiny hem, right next to Mom's pussy. I watched as Mari's fingers gently slid back and forth, between the tight material and Mom's flesh. "I like!" she said quietly. "I like this very much!" She looked up into Mom's eyes. "You are so beautiful, Szhudy." She pronounced my mother's name with that French 'J' which always made my skin tingle to hear it. My cock was so hard under me as I lay on it watching them. Mari's eyes rolled to mine. "Your mother, Szhudy, is so beautiful!" she told me. "Yes." I said simply. "I know this." Mari's smile turned just a bit wicked. "It is exciting that you bought this for her to wear." Mari continued to gentle feel the fabric. I simply smiled and nodded. "And it pleases you to see her wear it, yes?" I continued nodding. "Is it fun to wear this suit for Awndy?" she asked Mom, without turning to look at her. "Yes." Mom squeaked. Her voice seemed to have lost itself in the moment. Mari withdrew her fingers and extended her hand a bit higher, offering it to Mom. "Come lay with us?" Mari asked her. "Come lay here with us." Mari scooted her bottom a bit away from me making room for Mom between us. Mom moved around and lay down on her tummy between us, facing the river. Mari laid her arm over Mom's back to reach and touch my back. "It is very exciting for me to watch you. I enjoy to watch you sexy tease each other." She told Mom. She had said the same thing to me, the night she first met my mother. Mom didn't react, just lay there with her chin on the back of her hand, gazing out at the turquoise water. "Is it exciting for you? To sexy tease each other?" she asked Mom. Mom thought about it a long time. Neither of us said anything for a long time. She turned to face Mari square on, which put their noses mere inches apart. "Yes." She said firmly. She was testing Mari to gauge her reaction. Mari simply moved her hand up my back, over Mom's shoulder, into her hair and pulled her close, kissing her lightly on the cheek. "You both, ..." she told us, her eyes flicking back and forth between us. "You are both of you, so lucky to have each other in this way." She was looking very earnest. "You love each other for true. As a mother and son lover each other always, ..." she was looking very thoughtful now. "But to love each other, ... as people, ... as truest friends, ... like lovers do, ..." she looked like she might cry. "It is like a treasure, what you have to each other." "Oh. You sweet girl." Mom told her and they kissed. It wasn't sexy or hot or anything of the sort. It was more like Mom would kiss my sister Jackie; maternal. Mari's tears now came on like a flood. Mom and I had no idea what this was about, but this was not the time to ask, simply be there for her. "Oh sweetie." Mom cooed and she quietly cried. I was quite taken aback, as she had always been the firm, in-charge type of French girl that I was used to. We had unearthed something here. "Oh sweetheart." Mom said as she move to hug the nearly naked girl next to her. "I am sorry." Mari sobbed into my shoulder. "Don't you be!" Mom soothed. "Don't you ever be. Not with us." I was watching a powerful, meaningful exchange between two women that, I suddenly realized, I loved. I scooted close to Mom and reached around to hold Mari as well. Mari arm came around me and crushed me to them. We just held each other for a long time. A bit later I realized that my erection was pressing firmly into Mom's hip as we all hugged. I made a move to separate a bit and Mom's hand came around behind me and held me close to her, not wanting the moment to end quite yet. My cock stayed where it was. Her hand had been on my hip, but it then slid to my bottom and gently squeezed the handful of flesh there. I worked my hips a bit and ground my cock into her hip a bit harder. She moved Maris' face around so that she could kiss her gently, lovingly, then turned and did the same to me. I reached around and wiped tears from Mari's cheeks and she gave me the most luminous smile! "Come." Mom said. "Let's go in the water." The three of us walked hand in hand to the water's edge and waded in about waist deep. It wasn't warm by any means, but it felt so good. I steeled myself and dove in. When I surfaced I turned to see the girls hugging waist deep in the water, their breasts pressing together; an incredibly sexy sight. They finally swam with me, briefly, the water being too chilly to stay in long, but we played some grab ass in the water. Both took the opportunity to take hold of my cock. I grabbed their butts and breasts. I think they even grabbed each other's breasts a bit, playfully. We lazed a bit in the sun on the blanket, me in the middle now. I dozed a bit but was awakened by someone gently teasing my cock. I looked down to see Mari tracing her fingers along the length of me. "Yes, it is." Mom whispered. "Yes, what is?" I asked. "We both think your cock is gorgeous." Mari admitted. "Look how big you are. Very handsome." "Et Mama aussi." She said as she reached across and groped and handful of Mom's full breast. "So perfect." We both watched as Mari simply held it gently, measuring its fullness and weight. She gently squeezed and we all watched the shape shift a bit with the side pressure. The skin was elegantly smooth, Mari stroked her thumb over Mom's hard nipple, releasing it to bounce back into position. Mom's eyes began to glaze over just a bit. "This feels good? Yes?' Mom simply moaned that it did. Briefly we all turned out attention to Mari, as Mom did the same to her, cupping and squeezing her breast and toying with her nipple. "Mmmmm Oui!" Mari moaned quietly. "La la la! Fantastique." She said aloud. Mom's fingers finally left her breast and moved to my chest and toyed with my nipple. Mari moaned at the sight. Mom stroked her fingers over me in a wider and wider arc reaching almost to my cock, which was dancing and jerking with anticipation. "Oh, oui." Mari breathed. "Touche, sil vous plait, Mama." Mom ran her fingers down my thigh and up the inside. We all held our collective breath as she gently, with a feather touch, ran her fingertips up and over the length of my cock. Mari moaned at seeing the contact, while I gasped at the touch. Mom's fingers came all the way up to my chin, which she turned towards her and we kissed softly. "Touch his tongue with yours." Marianne whispered. Mom drew back a fraction of an inch and her tongue peeked out. I gently pushed mine out to meet it and they touched. "Merci, c'est magnifique!!" It was time to head back. We rose and dressed slowly, not wanting the magic spell over the day and this place to end. I pulled Marianne into my arms and kissed her long and deep. I then did the same to my mother. Mari joined us in this last kiss and the three of us kissed at the same time. Three tongues dancing together; magic! The drive back up out of the gorge was spectacular in the afternoon light. It was dark by the time we got home. Mari needed to get an early bed, as she was working early. We both kissed her goodnight, but not like at the gorge. That spell was past. We had snacked on the way back on wine and a baguette and some local cheese that we bought along the way. Neither of us needed more dinner. In fact we were beat from the long day. All that was said on the short trip back to my place was that Marianne probably needed someone to really talk to about her past. Mom suspected that there hadn't been much affection in her upbringing. "I must say though, ... 'Awndy', ..." We both laughed. "I really, ... really like her." "I do too." I admitted, to us both. "I really do. She's a doll." I parked the car in my spot, put up the top, grabbed our stuff and we walked up to the house. We walked in the door, closed it, set our stuff down and stood there for a moment. "Well," Mom said, "Here we are. As I promised." She seemed very nervous. "You take the bed, I'll have the couch." I told her. She looked at me and smiled. "Don't be nervous. You'll be fine." I told her taking her into my arms for a gentle hug. "What a spectacular day." She said, nuzzling my chest. "Yes it was!" I agreed. "You two are the most amazing women. And what a place, huh? Isn't that an incredible sight?" We stayed like that, in our embrace as we chatted about how incredible the Verdon Gorge had been. "Thank you for taking me, sweetheart." At last she said, "Time for me to get some sleep." backing out of my arms. She busied herself getting ready for bed, as I made up a nest on the couch. We both stood hip to hip at the bathroom sink brushing our teeth, her in a cute silk camisole and me in my underwear. I could make out her nipples gently stroking back and forth under the lightweight fabric as her arm moved back and forth with the brushing motion. Her eyes were watching mine, knowing full well the display that I was enjoying. Her gaze even dropped to my shorts a couple of times. I was not fully erect, but felt pretty heavy down there, just being this close to Mom. I set a glass of water by her bedside and pulled down the comforter. She climbed into my bed, which gave me a glimpse of the fact that she didn't wear the panties that must have come with the top. A brief glimpse of her sweet little pussy lips was enough to make me swell to full hardness. Mom noticed this and gave me a look. "You are too much, mister." She said smiling wryly to herself. I lay down on the couch, under the open window, and listened to the late night sounds of the city below me. Suddenly I was more tired than I realized and was sound asleep. I woke slightly to roll over, on the unfamiliar couch, and cracked my eyes just a bit. They then flew open when I noticed Mom sitting right there on my coffee table. She smiled just a bit when I noticed her. She was just watching me, chin in her hand, elbow on her knee; quietly watching. "You okay?" I asked her. "Mmmm hmmm." She replied, then added. "Ever since you were a baby, I have loved to watch you lay there sleeping. I haven't watched you for years, but you're just as cute now as then." "It's warm." I told her as I threw back the covers, only then realizing that I had stripped off my shorts some time earlier, due to the heat. "Oops. Sorry." I said and pulled the covers back over me. She smiled slightly and gave me a 'Yeah, right.' kind of look. "I didn't realize, ..." I stammered, but her expression didn't change. "Sorry." I finally said simply. "I didn't mind." She told me quietly. "I like to look at you. You're beautiful." I flung the covers back again, not caring that she saw. Mom made an obvious glance to my cock, which was beginning to grow. "Beautiful." She repeated. "You too." I whispered. "Me too?' she asked. "You're beautiful." "Oh." She said. "I thought, ... that you wanted, ..." I simply nodded at the double meaning of my statement. She sat up straight, considering, and then slowly pulled the silky material up and over her head. She then sat there, straight-backed and proud as I examined her bare body. I moaned my approval and admiration, taking in all of her glorious nude skin. Her nipples were hard little buttons. She leaned back, placing her hands behind her on the table, and gently raised her chest, pushing out her tits. Then, slowly, very slowly, opened her legs, spreading open to me view, showing me the most beautiful little pussy ever. Completely hairless, lips slightly darker than the rest of her, swollen and full and slightly parted. Her inner lips were clearly visible but tightly closed, though her clit was peeking just a bit. It looked like the pussy of an 18 year old girl; perfection. As her legs spread a bit wider then inner lips parted a bit and a silky strand of moisture stretched between them. I was drooling. She, in turn, was watching my erection grow and bob, rolling a bit on my thigh, waking, rising, and then standing up of its own accord. "How can a mother and her son both find each other such a sexual turn on?" she quietly asked me. "Well firstly," I started, "we love each other so much already. I do. I love you so much!" Her eyes came up to mine, smiling, along with her sexy lips. "That we both find the other so physically attractive is an added plus. As for that ethereal bond, that some people simply can't resist the other, I've never figured that out, but it is quite a powerful draw. "It sure can be." She agreed. "Your penis is so gorgeous, sweetie." Her gaze had returned to it. "It was so electrifying when I touched you by the river, ..." She was getting into that raw, passionate state that I was coming to recognize. I said and did nothing to break the growing spell. "You are so big." She whispered. I watched as she moved to sit up and then slid to her knees on the floor next to me. My cock was aching and bouncing by itself. She knelt right alongside my cock, as she gently placed one hand on my chest and then other on my knee. She just studied my cock. I did and said nothing. "You are so big, sweetie." She repeated so quietly I almost didn't hear her. Her hands began to drag the fingernails in tiny circles almost of their own accord. She was circling my knee and one of my nipples and she continued to watch my dancing cock perform for her. Her left hand, moved slowly from my knee up my thigh and began to gently, lightly scratch my aching balls. "Such beautiful , ... big, ... full balls, ..." She was in a trance. "Mmmmmm all that cum, ..." Her other hand began an agonizingly slow journey down my chest, across my stomach and began the same gentle scratching in my pubes, right at the root of my cock. It leapt, by itself, towards her hand, trying for some kind of contact. Her thumb and forefinger were caressing all around the base, but not up onto the shaft at all. "You are so big, sweetie." She whispered again. "Such a wonderful, ... big, ... hard, ... handsome, ... cock." This last word she uttered with such intense sexuality I almost came right there. "Can I touch you Andy?" she asked from deep in her trance. "Yes Judy. You can touch me." Using her name gave her a slight jolt. "Call me Mom. I like when you call me 'Mom', ... when we're like this, ... when I'm about to touch your gorgeous cock." "Yes Mom. You can touch me." I repeated, emphasizing the work Mom for her. "Touch you where, Andy? Where would you like me to touch you?" "Touch my hard cock, Mom." I whispered to her. "Feel me. Feel how hard I am, ... for you. Just for you. You are so incredible, you make my cock so fucking hard! I want you to feel the size of me, the warmth, how badly I want you." There was another long moment, as she raised her hand and then, gently, softly wrapped her finger around the thick shaft, closing her finger tightly. We both moaned loudly at the contact. "Oh yeah!" I moaned. "Oh sweetie love! Oh Andy, baby! My sweet baby. You feel so good!" Her voice was strained with the intensity of holding her son's cock in her hand for the first time. "You are so fucking hard sweetie. I looooovvvveee your big, hard cock, Andy, Son. Her left hand continued tickling my balls as her right just kept squeezing and releasing, again and again. I simply lay there thrilling to the incredible sight of my other playing with my cock and balls. I didn't want to break the spell, so just laid there quietly. "Oh sweetie love! Oh Andy! I love it. I love your cock, baby." With that she leaned over the kissed the tip. My whole body jerked involuntarily with the contact. "Mmmm yes. I love your cock, baby." She repeated kissing the head again and then again. "I'm kissing your cock, Andy. I am so wicked. I'm kissing your cock. I love kissing your cock. I am so wicked. I shouldn't love this so much." She tried to convince herself. "I am so wicked for loving this so much. I have to stop. I don't ever want to stop kissing your beautiful cock, sweetie love, but I have to stop kissing your big, ..." kiss, "...hard,..." kiss, "...sexy, ..." kiss, "manly cock." It was amazing to witness her insane state of mind. Internally she was battling with herself so hard, as her lips teased and pleasured my penis. Finally with one last losing attempt to gain control she opened her mouth and engulfed the entire head of my cock, letting it then slip slowly from her lips. You Know I Can See You, Right? Ch. 06 "This is so wrong, baby! I am so in the wrong!" she willfully released my cock, wet with her spit, from her grasp and moved back a bit from the couch. "No." I said, gently, simply. "You are not!" I whispered forcefully. She moved to get up but I moved quicker, turning on the couch and gathering her wrists in my hands. "You are not. You are my lover, ... and I am yours." Her eyes drifted to mine as if in a complete drunken stupor. She looked dazed. I helped her back up onto the coffee table and knelt, moving between her thighs. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly to me. "I love you so much." I whispered in her ear. "And you love me." Her hands gently found my hips but she didn't hug me back. "We are lovers, Mom. You and I. Together. We haven't 'made love' yet, but we will, I have no doubt. Hug me. Hug me like my lover." It took a minute for her to gather her thoughts, but then her hands slid up my body wrapping around me and hugging me. Then she hugged me tighter, then even tighter. "Yes." I whispered. "Lovers. We're lovers." I let the thought sink in for a while, then added, "Say it. Tell me that I'm not wrong. That we are lovers. Say it." "Oh Andy. We are, aren't we?" I nodded. "We're lovers. I do. I love you so much sweetie!" We stayed like that for a long time, holding each other tightly. My hands began to caress little circles around her back, feeling the elegant skin and the underlying structure of her muscles. It reminded me that she was really fit. I stroked down over her hips and over the part of her bottom that I could reach. She began to do the same to me. Our caresses were beginning to confirm what we had just agreed: that we were lovers. I pulled back a bit and reached up to cup her cheeks, cradling her face in my hands. We smiled at each other. She had tears on her cheeks, which I wiped away. This was a major step in our relationship, but we had crossed over into a new realm. I kissed her gently but slipped my tongue in her mouth deeply. She took it with a gentle sucking. I pushed back and sat on the couch, taking her hands in mine and pulling her up to stand in front of me. I couldn't get over the notion that my mother was standing between my knees, completely nude and now, finally, admittedly, my lover, soon to be my sexual partner. She stood calmly letting me explore her slowly, calmly. I caressed her hips, her sexy round bottom, her tummy, lower over her swollen mound, and finally up to her breasts; her incredible breasts. I took them both lovingly in my hands and cupped and gently lifted them feeling the fullness and their weight. Her nipples were so hard they looked painful. I wanted to sooth them. I leaned in and kissed the right one. I kissed it a second time and then drew it into my mouth. My tongue washed over it, back and forth, as her hands both came up to hold the back of my head. "Mmmmm yes, sweetie!" she moaned passionately. "Suck me lover. Oh I love that so much!!" I continued to slowly caress the hard tip with my tongue. "You remember what I told you last month? About how you used to suck my nipples so hard when you were drinking my milk?, I used to feed you with these. Your adorable little mouth sucking on my nipples. I loved feeding you my milk. I wish I could give you my milk again." "Oh yeah! I wish you could too. That would be so exciting!" "Yes baby! It was so sweet, my milk. You would suckle for an hour at a time. I would get so wet feeding you. My pussy would get so wet, ache so much, when I would nurse you." "Are you wet for me now?" "Of course, sweet lover. You know I am. So wet for that big hard cock of yours. Sooooo fucking wet for my son's beautiful big penis." She was cooing into my ear, as she leaned down, combing her fingers through my hair as I went back and forth from one perfect nipple to the other. "Mmmmm. You suck me so good. I can't wait to see how well you suck on other parts of me." She said with a sexy chuckle. She felt my erection against her leg and moved a bit to capture it between her calves. "Mmmmm. My goodness! You feel so fucking hard!" She whispered into my ear. "My son's cock is so hard for his sexy mother, isn't it?" I moaned that 'Yes it was!' "Yeah? Is it? My naughty son has a big hard cock for his own mother?" I moaned louder at her incredibly sexy talk. My hands glided down her back and over her sexy butt. I squeezed her buns, which elicited a soft moan from her. I sneaked my fingers between her legs and over her pussy lips, which were swollen and open. Her pussy was drooling sweet fluid from her excitement. I gently bit down on the nipple in my mouth. Mom pulled my face to up to gaze into my eyes. "Baby." She panted, "Sweet Andy, baby." I have never seen a woman so turned on as she was that moment. "You're going to fuck me aren't you?" she asked the question as if she feared the answer. "I want to, yes." I replied, worried that she was backtracking, yet again. I would never force her though. That was certain. "I want you to! I want you to fuck me so bad! Take that incredible cock so deep in me! I am going to let you fuck me sweetheart, darling. You will fuck me, I promise!" There was definitely something on her mind, though. "You want to wait?" I asked her, knowing full well that she did. "Would you hate me?" I chuckled. "No. I could never, ... would never." I smiled up into her concerned face. "Simply knowing that we are going to actually make love, ... at some point, ... is enough for now." Her look softened. She even smiled slightly. "I can wait, .. if you can." Her eyes rolled back in her head a bit. "I'm not sure I can, baby. But I want to. I'm not sure why really, ... but I do, ... for now?" This last little question came out as such a tender pleading for time. She bit her lower lip, hoping beyond hope that I would be able to make us both halt this and wait for another time. Placing my hands on her hips, I moved her back a bit and stood up, my cock pushing into the soft skin of her tummy. Nose to nose I smiled down into her big blue eyes. "Come." I told her taking her by the hand. "Let me put you back in bed." I led her to my bed and turned her so I could kiss her once more. Our tongues played together again. My hand found her right breasts and gently held it and squeezed a bit. Her hand dropped to my cock and she squeezed that. "God I want this in me so bad!" "You'll get it soon enough. Maybe tomorrow? Maybe next week, next month, but soon. Once you have it you'll never stop getting it. Every day, every night!" I laid her back in bed and she arranged herself on display for me, one arm over her head the other hand casually running over her pussy lips. I bent and kissed her mouth, then both her nipples, then her tummy and then, after a brief pause, right on her clit. Just my lips, no tongue, but the contact electrified her. "Goodnight lover." I said, standing. My cock was literally like a rock it was so hard. Her eyes fell to it and she immediately sat up. "Oh my god! I can't stand it. Just once?" she asked as she moved towards it and wrapped her lips around the shaft. She drew me in really deep, until she gagged hard and withdrew. "Fuck! You feel so good! I love the taste of you Andy." She smiled wickedly up at me. "I love the taste of my son's sweet cock." I stood there in shock for a moment. I was on the very edge of cumming without even touching myself. Goodnight, .. Mom." I finally whispered, smiling, I turned and left the room, went to my couch and lay there for 2 hours, wanting to jack off furiously, but also wanting to save every drop of my salty cum for my mother. 'Jesus, what a day.' I thought to myself. "What will tomorrow bring?' To be continued ... You Know I Can See You, Right? Ch. 07 I was awakened early by a knock at my front door. I located the shorts that I had tossed off last night, dragged them on the went to the door. "Who is it?" I asked, truly having no idea who could be banging on my door at 7:30 of a Thursday morning. "Marianne." Came the sweet voice from the other side. "I am sorry to have wake you?" she asked. I opened the door to the luscious sight of Mari standing there in a short frilly skirt, espadrilles and a loose man's dress shirt casually knotted below her breasts. Her cleavage made it apparent that no bra was in evidence. Her hair fell loosely around her gorgeous face. Her smile was radiant. I noticed that the day was dawning kind of crummy. The weather would be kind of overcast today it appeared. Marianne was carrying a large parcel. "Bonjour Cher. Ça va?" She said, making no move to enter without invitation. I immediately jerked aside and ushered her in. her head swiveled and her smiling eyes never left me as she walked past. Moving into the room, see made obvious note of the mess of my nest on the couch. "This was you?" she asked, curious. I nodded moving to take her parcel. "I thought to bring some 'PD'." I had used the acronym 'PD' as a substitute for 'Petit Dejeuner' which she thought was so very American. Who but an American couldn't spare the extra moments it took to say the entire phrase. She settled into the mess of blankets on the couch and set her stuff on the coffee table. She unloaded a thermos of coffee, a bowl of obviously homemade preserves, some croissants, and a selection of sliced meats and cheeses. I turned and head to the kitchen for cups, cream and sugar. We had both poured out cups of hot black coffee when she noticed the presence of Mom at the bedroom door. "Salud Szhudy, Cheri." She said with that lilting French pronunciation again. Mom emerged wearing one of my dress shirts. She had closed only one button, near her tummy that barely covered her puss, and let her breasts sway and play peek-a-boo as she came over towards us. "Coffee?" she asked excitedly. "You are such a sweetheart." When she reached us I handed her my cup. Mari and I were both gaping at her innate sexiness in my shirt. She noticed us watching and moved to gather the shirttail in front of her, covering her pussy, which was actually not visible, anyway "What? Am I showing?" she asked. "I can only wish." I blurted not thinking. Mari gave me a look. I handed my coffee to Mom. "You two are very exciting." She said with a naughty grin. Mom and I exchanged uncertain looks about possibly exposing the intimacy of our relationship with an outsider. Mom continued to hold the shirttail in front of her crotch as she sipped coffee from my cup. I watched as Mari slowly reached out and gently, but firmly, removed Mom's hand from the material. "It is no problem? Yes?" she asked. "It is okay?" Mari looked to me with a sweet smile. "We enjoy to not mind?" Moms hand fell to her side and then moved to her hip, which created the impression that she was posing in my shirt; maybe she was. I fixed myself another cup and then leaned back into the couch, blowing my coffee cool and sipping it. I watched as Mari and my mother shared a long meaningful look. Mom reached out and gently tucked a stray wisp of Mari's hair behind her ear. "You are so beautiful." She told my 'girlfriend'. I wondered briefly, whether Marianne was my girlfriend. We were friends to be sure, and we'd gone out, even made out, but the title of 'girlfriend' had not yet been bestowed. Mom must have been on the same wavelength, because she then asked, "Do you like being Andy's girlfriend?" At first Mari's eyes didn't leave my mother's, but her hand came over to settle on my knee. "Very much." She replied. 'Well.' I thought, 'that's settled.' Mari then turned to look at me with a gorgeous, radiant smile. She leaned over close and carefully kissed both of my cheeks. "Very much." She repeated quietly. Mari then returned her gaze to Mom. "Do you?" she asked Mom. Mom seemed completely taken aback by the question. "Do I what?" she asked. "Do you like being Awndy's girlfriend?" Mari asked again. "Also?" she added. "I don't know what you mean." Mom stammered clearly unsure of what was being asked. "Well, I know you are Awndy's mother, for sure, but I see you ... together. The way you are so sexy together; lovers." There was a long silent pause. "Lovers, yes?" I looked up at Mom who now wore the deer-in-headlights expression, as her eyes swiveled back and forth from Mari to me. I realized the longer it took her to protest, or even respond, reinforced the impression that we were, in fact, lovers. "What are you saying?" she asked, panicked. "I don't know what you're saying." Mom's hand returned to clasp the material in front of her pussy again. I watched as her body language expressed her desire to curl up, close off, cover up any impression that we were intimate. She looked really panicked. Mari rose to her feet and gently took Mom's shoulders in her hands, preventing her from running away. "No, no, no, ..." she soothed. "Is okay. Please. No. Is okay. It is beautiful to me, this love." They shared a long look between them. "Please, I cannot say what, ... I do not speak right, this, ..." Mari looked to me, pleading for help. I sat there dazed as well, I didn't know how to help. I think we had been found out. Mom just continued to stare at Mari with a horrified expression. Mari took her coffee and set it aside, then pulled her into an embrace and just held her there. Mom stood there with her hands just hanging for a while, and then they came up and embraced her back. I sat, watching them for a while, then realized that Mari's shoulders were shaking. She was crying. Mom looked at me with a confused expression, then took hold of Mari and stood her up looking at her tear-stained face. When asked what was wrong, it took a few minutes for Marianne to explain how unloving her upbringing had been. Her father had been abusive in Lyon where she was born, the youngest of 4 siblings. She had not been wanted and they never let her forget it. To escape the abuse that their father rained down on them all, her mother had moved them to Nice to a distant relative's house. They were barely welcome there. Marianne had become the embodiment of her mother's disappointment with how her own life had turned out, and at 16 Marianne hit the road. She related how she had lived, moving from place to place, staying on peoples couches and sometimes squatting in abandoned buildings with other runaways. Sometimes stealing and sometimes working for a pittance, all within a few miles of the rest of her family. No one ever came looking, or even asked about her. She had been disposed of. The local chief of the police had become her savior, who she came to know from the frequency of her visits to jail. When the weather had been too miserable and she could find no other place to stay, a petty theft was all it took to get her a warm overnight in jail. These petty thefts were always the same; stealing one beer from the same small store along the corniche. The owner knew her and knew her situation. He would call the cops, while she waited, have her arrested and then, the following day, drop all charges. Mari had even worked in his store briefly, when she had turned 18. Flavian, the store owner, had become an unlikely, but lifelong friend. Mari had a very few friends, trusting no one. He had died at 78 the year before I arrived in Nice, leaving her crushed and more alone. Mom had come to sit down on the couch, Mari between us and we both consoled her as this tale of woe had literally poured out of her in fits of tears. She had never been loved, or treated kindly, until she met Gerard and his mother. Gerard was the Maitre of the restaurant where Mari worked. His mother owned the restaurant and ran it after Gerard's father ran off with some Italian starlet, who had happened up from Cannes during the film festival 10 years before. And now, Mari had met us, myself and my mother, two people so full of life and love for each other and for her, that she was filled with envy and fear. Envy for the relationship we shared and had all our lives, for the love we expressed openly for each other, for the support we gave each other without condition. But she felt a deep fear that she would never find that for herself, that we wouldn't accept her into our lives, and mostly that she wasn't worthy. We were all crying throughout her tale, but at this last admission, the 'mother' in my mother finally broke down and she flung her arms around this lovely, young, waif of a girl and sobbed aloud. They held each other tightly. Mari had never admitted any of this to me, but then we hadn't reached that point in our relationship; I guessed that now we had. Finally I turned her to me and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Marianne," I said, pronouncing it in French, "J' vous aim, ton Cherie." I told her gazing into her wet eyes. She gave me a look that expressed being thrilled and distrustful all at once. I just held her gaze, which softened the distrust part and she fell into my arms. I held her for a long moment. "You are such a wonderful girl." I told her. My Mom echoed the sentiment, rubbing her back. My mother shifted from rubbing her back to lightly scratching her back. Mari moaned at how good it felt. Mom adjusted her position to be facing her more straight on, which made her face me more straight on as well. Now I was afforded a beautiful view down her shirt; my shirt actually. When Mom reached down to work her hands under Mari's shirt to scratch her bare skin, Mari moaned louder and moved a bit so that Mom could pull her shirt up a bit more. After a minute, Mari sat up, wiped her eyes, kissed me gently and then undid the loose knot at her waist. Mom helped her out of her shirt and there she was, topless, practically in my lap. Mom continued to scratch her back and she settled back into my arms. I just watched as Mom's fingers scratched every inch of her back, her neck, shoulders and arms, then her sides and gently over the swell of Mari's breasts on either side. Mari's moaning was quiet, but almost constant. Her arms were around me and her hands had worked into the waistband of my shorts and she was, in turn, scratching my butt and hips. This slow, gentle, sexy contact went on silently for many minutes. I just sat there happily wondering where this would all lead. "Your coffee is coming cold." She finally whispered to me. She looked up into my eyes with a look of such contentment that my heart melted. We kissed, long and soft. As I moved a bit the fetch my coffee cup, Mari turned completely and she gently took my mother in her arms and they held each other. I could just make out Mari whispering to her, in her funny English, how lucky I was to have the love of such a wonderful mother. And for her to receive the same back from me. She had only dreamed that such a relationship could exist, and to find one that did, and feel a small part of it was a dream come true. "You are a part of it, sweetheart." Mom told her. "A big part of it." Mari backed up a bit, looking straight into her eyes, her bare breasts, tip to tip with Mom's, barely covered in my shirt. Mari leaned in, tentatively. Mom didn't move. She moved further and they kissed. I noted that both their eyes were open, but shortly both rolled closed as their kiss continued. There was no movement, no passionate tongues jabbing, no rolling of the heads and grinding of the lips, just the contact. The contract that Mari must have dreamt of her whole life, now made real. Mari sat up and slowly, testing Mom, reached down and unbuttoned the one button holding my shirt on her. Mom made no move to stop her, just watched her hands working, shaking slightly. Mari peeled the shirt gently off her shoulders and then I watched them sit there nipple to nipple for a moment, then resume their hug. It was gorgeous. They stroked each other's backs and gently rocked. A while later, Mari moved to get up. Mom reached for my shirt to cover herself but Mari took it from her. She stood and, taking my hand, moved me into the position she had just vacated. I held my mother's gorgeous nude body to mine, stroking her back, her hips, her bottom. Mom did the same to me, eventually working her fingers into my shorts and scratching my butt cheeks. "I love to watch you." Mari whispered in a sweet voice. "Beautiful, yes?" "Yes." My mother agreed and she kissed me, hard. Her tongue probed and I received it deeply. She was now trying to get my shorts down but I was sitting on them. Mari noticed and helped me to my feet. I stood there and let my mother and my girlfriend work my underwear off me until I stood there nude and totally erect. They then settled me back onto the couch and into my mother's arms again. We kissed some more, the arousal palpable. I could see Mari out of the corner of my eye. She sipped coffee from her cup and she kicked off her shoes, then began working at the buttons of her shorts. All at once they flopped to the floor, revealing a complete lack of panties. She stood nude next to us. Mom and I both, at the same moment reached out to draw her closer. We were on such the same wavelength. We continued kissing but held Marianne's silky skin tightly to us. She in turn caressed us both. It was heaven! When we broke our kiss, we both turned to kiss Mari's soft tummy. I noted that Mari had a lovely patch of cropped, downy, dark brown hair above her pussy, but her lips were completely shaved; adorable. My mouth watered to taste her. I ran my fingers through it, like spun silk. "Is okay?" she asked. I gave her a questioning look. She reached down and strummed her fingers through her hair. "Is okay to have hair there?" "Of course." I told her beaming. Marianne told me that she had noticed that Mom was completely shaved and wondered if that was how I liked it. I told that I thought it was beautiful either way. I said that Mom had shaved herself, I hadn't asked for it. Mari came around behind me, sitting on the couch. She reached around and took tender hold of my cock. "I love your cock, Awndy." She told me. Mom's eyes flicked down to where Mari was stroking me. "It is very hard. And big too." She looked at Mom. "You love it as well?" "Well, ... It is very nice, of course, ... but, ..." "Do you make love every day?" Mari asked her. Mom spluttered. "What?!" she spit out. "What do you, ... How could you, ..." She was struggling to find words. "Mari, we never, ... " I fumbled, trying to help. "We're not lovers." Mom finally blurted. Mari sat up straight, confused. "But, ... I thought that, ..."She made a move to get up quickly but I found her hands and held them, capturing her in place. "I'm so sorry, ..." she broke into a long apology in French that flowed so quick even I didn't get most of it. The panic in her voice though, was evident. She sounded embarrassed, and panicky, like she had kicked shit on us. Mom quelled it by grabbing her face in both hands and shushing her. "It's okay. It's okay." She told the girl. "Totally honest mistake, now that I think about it. Why wouldn't you think that?' Mari quieted. "Andy and I aren't lovers. At least ..." Her eyes came to meet mine. "... at least we haven't, ... not really. Not in person." She finally added. I stood. "Come. We need a moment to regroup, I think." I grabbed my shirt and held it out for my mother, who stuck her arms in and buttoned that one button again. I held Mari's shirt out for her as well and tied the knot for her. I didn't bother with my shorts. I picked up the forgotten breakfast and took it to the table. The girls joined me and we sat and ate and took a long time explain to Marianne how this whole fucked up, wonderful, disastrous, exciting adventure began. Our story ended with Mari knocking on the door this morning. "Merde." She whispered when we stopped talking. "Incroyable" she said gazing at Mom. "What an incredible, ... faute, ..." "Mistake." I translated. "Or not. Maybe it wasn't a mistake after all. Maybe something more cosmic, that is driving us to be lovers." I shared a brief glance with Mom. "Do you want?" she asked Mom. "I know you want!" she told me with a giggle, glancing, none too subtly, at my erection. Mom was thoughtful. "Oui." Mom said quietly. "I think I do." She turned to face me full on, with a look that dared the future. My heart was pounding. "But," she turned to Mari, "what about you? Where does that leave you and, ... Awndy?" she added, mimicking Mari's pronunciation, smiling. Mari grinned as well. "I think that I want ... Andy." She admitted with a glance at me, trying hard to Americanize her pronunciation of my name. Her eyes came fully to mine. "I wish for you, ... and me, ... to be ...." Her sentence remained incomplete, but the thought was complete. We were silent for a time, each lost in our own thoughts. We ate quietly, mulling over the brave new landscape we faced. I got up, wandered to the window, cock swaying heavily. It was still very grey out, gloomy even. I felt that all the sunshine in the world was captured inside my little apartment, bright with promise, with these two sexy, half-naked, gorgeous women at my table. I turned to see both girls in identical poses, chin in hand as they gazed at me, their potential lover. I had a fleeting thought that I was in for it now. I felt my penis lurch a bit at the thought. "So." I asked, "What happens now?" The girls looked at each other and fell to fits of nervous giggles. The air fairly crackled with tension. Anything was possible. "How about a shower and a drive up the coast?" "Really?" Mom asked incredulously. "Two beautiful naked women here, that want you, and that's what you come up with?" she asked, half joking. I was thoughtful a moment. "This is the start of something that I truly hope will last a lifetime, my gorgeous lovers. Both of you. I think we can wait another couple hours? Yes?" After a bit of ribbing I headed for the shower. "Join me? There's room. Well, maybe room for three. We can try anyway." As I entered the bathroom I glance back to see them both rising out of their chairs. 'Holy Shit!' I thought. The water was scalding hot as I washed off quickly. Shortly the glass door opened and there stood my own mother, and my new girlfriend, beautifully nude and getting in the shower with me. Turns out there was just enough room for three, but not without a lot of 'Excuse me's' and 'Pardon me's' and giggling. They both took turns washing me and my aching cock and balls. I washed them and thrilled to the sight of them washing each other a bit. "I love you." I told my mother and kissed her deeply. Then I turned to Marianne. She wore a panicked, but hopeful expression. I realized at that moment that, "I love you too. I love you Marianne." She was doing her best not to cry and masked it by grabbing me and kissing me so hard it hurt. Mom hugged us tightly. "I do too, sweet girl. I do too." An hour and a half later we were driving into Monaco in a gentle drizzle. Mom sat in the front seat with Mari on her lap. I didn't want either of my new lovers to have to sit in back. I was going to need a car with a bench seat, I told myself. We drove around town, pointing out the sights for Mom who oohed and ahhed, craning her neck this way and that. Truly a gorgeous little municipality. We parked as close as possible and ran through the mist into a back alley restaurant that Mari knew. We sat at a small table in the window, knees touching all round, and ate a light meal and drank wine. We all felt that warm fuzzy blush of constant arousal and nervous anticipation. We visited an art museum, mostly empty on this gloomy day. I let the girls wander off together and observed them leaning their heads in together, plotting I think. Boy was I in for it. I kept thinking. I couldn't wait. I decided not to push at all, but let them guide and direct the unfolding of our new relationship. I would be ready, willing and able for anything, but would leave the details up to them. I think they sensed it and the plotting continued. You Know I Can See You, Right? Ch. 07 We agreed to return and visit the Casino when the weather was better and we were dressed to impress, and headed home. I couldn't sit still wondering what came next. Driving the coastal road back home, winding in and out and through numerous tunnels, the sun set and then it was just getting dark when we arrived in Nice. I was surprised when Mari asked me to drop her at her place. Pulling up onto the sidewalk, (common in France), in front of her building, I got out, came around and opened the car door. She swung her sexy legs out and I walked her to the front door of the block and we kissed deep and long until my knees were trembling. She gently reached down squeezed my hard penis, causing her eyes to roll back. She made a 'yummy' sound in her throat, gave me a long passionate stare and then went in. I drove Mom home without another word. We walked hand in hand, wordlessly up the stairs to my place. Once inside, with the lights of the city floating up to us, I didn't want to turn on any lights, so I moved around lighting candles, around the living room and my bedroom. Mom stood watching me, as if too nervous to decide what to do. "Shower?" I asked her. She was thoughtful. "Bath?". This brought a smile and nod. My apartment has a wonderful antique copper tub that fits two people. I wasn't sure if she wanted to share a bath of just be alone for a bit, so I started the water, and assumed 'alone'. I then poured out two glasses of wine and handed her one. She took it almost gratefully, we clinked and drank, gazing into each other's eyes. "I want you to know," I started, "I have absolutely no expectations. I know that I want you, but if the time isn't right, ..." her eyes tore from mine and she moved to the window to look out at the night. "I just don't want to, ..." She stopped me. "Andy." She said, "You don't have to say, .... Don't, ..." "I just want you to know that I'm fine, ... with whatever, ..." She turned to face me. "Me too." I joined her at the window, had a swallow of wine, leaned in and kissed her. She smiled wide, relaxing. I then headed to the bathroom to check on the water. I sat on the edge of the tub and stuck my hand in feeling the hot water, almost too hot but nice and toasty, on this somewhat chilly night. I turned my head at the sound of Mom walking into the bathroom. She walked over to me, had the last sip of wine, and I took her glass. She put her arms around me, resting both wrists on my shoulders, fingers clasped behind my head. She looked a bit nervous, but trying to act not. "Thank you sweetie." She told me. "Thank you for the wonderful trip, so far." I just smiled at her. We shared a long look. 'Thank you for being so loving.' "You are most welcome. It is my great pleasure." I told her. We shared a long look smiling; almost giddy. Nervous excitement. All that we had shared and contemplated, and even teased each other about for so long had finally come down to tonight. "I want to show you just how loving I can truly be. I already know how loving you are, and have been every moment of my life." I placed my hands on her hips and gently caressed the gorgeous swell of her shape. She didn't move. Allowing me to take the lead, her sweet smile letting me know that she would follow my every lead. My heart was about to burst with excitement. I reached back and shut off the water. Silence suddenly filled the room as I slowly reached up and to unbutton my shirt, the one she had been wearing since she got out o bed this morning. It looked so sexy on her. It was loose. But occasionally would show her erect nipples when she moved just so, revealing the lack of brassier underneath. Once fully unbuttoned, I reveled in the view of bare skin all down 3 inch gap down the front. I took in the sight of my mother's nakedness from the base of her throat, between her bare beasts her tummy and down to the low waistband of her skirt. It looked warm and moist. I could see the pulse of her heart beneath her skin; it was pounding like mine. I reached up and gently pushed the material off her shoulders, baring her completely, took the shirt and tossed it over the sink. I took my time gliding my hands over her hips again and her back, her ribs and then both breasts. I held them and cupped and gently squeezed, enjoying the fullness and pliability. I took her nipples in my fingers and softly rolled them and twisted a bit. Mom moaned a bit. I did too. "I can't believe how beautiful these are." I whispered. "Mmmmm. Love them sweetie. They are all yours, Andy. All for you me sweet boy." I leaned in and kissed first one then the other. "Oh yes. Kiss your mother's nipples sweetie. Suck on my tits. I love it! I always have. You look so sexy! My grown son sucking his mother's nipples. That makes me so turned on!" I sucked for quite a while as she softly hummed and ran her fingers through my hair, guiding me a bit, from one to the other. "Are you hard?" she asked leaning down to whisper in my ear. I nodded yes. "Oooh yeah. I love knowing that this is turning you on too." I continued to enjoy suckling, nibbling and teasing her perfect nipples. "I am so wet thinking about your hard cock sweetie. It seems so nasty to be thinking about my son's beautiful big cock, but I love it. I want it." She pulled me up to face her. We shared a long smoldering look. "Will you give me your cock, Andy? Will you let me feel you inside me, tonight?" I smiled and nodded. She grinned. "Yeah? You give me what I want? Even though it's nasty for a mother to want her son's big, hard, beautiful cock to fuck her?" My smile continued. "I am going to make love to your gorgeous body all night long, ... Mother." Her eyes sparkled. "Your loving son is going to make love to you completely, penetrate your pussy with his cock, fuck you in every position we can think of. I want to make you cum and cum and cum." Not breaking eye contact, my hands found the zipper to her skirt and slowly drew it downward. The clasp at her hip was last, which let the skirt drop and float to the floor. She was wearing cute white cotton panties, brief but not a thong, but the fabric felt so soft over her bottom as I stroked my hands over it. Finding the waist band I worked it down over her soft, round hips and it too joined the skirt on the floor. My mother was now completely nude in my hands. She leaned down and softly kissed my lips as my hands explored every inch of her body, even between her legs and over her wetness; she was so wet!!. Her moan, when my fingers stroked over her swollen lips, sounded loud and plaintive. She needed this as much as me. We had teased each other to the point of agony and tonight all that tension would be fulfilled. I stood, moved aside and helped her into the tub. It was deep enough to completely cover her, the water all the way to her chin. I folded a towel behind her head and then kissed her mouth, tongues lashing and thrusting deep. I then went to get her one more glass of wine. I wanted her relaxed but not drunk. She would need all her sensed acute tonight. "This is such a wonderful tub." She said taking her glass and thanking me. "It really is big enough for 2." She winked at me. I just waited to see whether she wanted me to push it. Her breasts were floating beautifully in the hot water. "You are so gorgeous." I told her simply. She smiled. "It is so incredible to be able to see you like this. No son was ever so turned on by his mother's spectacular nudity. No son was ever lucky enough to cross this divide in our society, to be allowed to be so intimate with his own mother. I love you so much." She reached out and gently took my hand, with a soft smile. "Join me?" she finally asked. I simply stood up and removed my pants, the last bit of clothing that I was wearing. I made a show of exposing my erection very slowly. It jumped out of my pants, bobbing and weaving as I stepped out of them. She had such a hungry look that It got even harder, if that was possible. I settled into the tub, needing to wind my legs in with hers to be able to fit. I leaned back and we sat there in the hot water, sipping our wine and stroking whatever flesh was within reach. For me it was her calf and knee. She could reach my thigh but was prevented from getting closer to my cock. "You turn me on incredibly, too sweetie. I think I may have gotten to a place where I don't care about what people might think of incest, or our loving relationship. It's almost like we're living in a dream, where the normal rules don't matter. I want to love you completely. I want to feel your passionate love for me; let you have your way completely, with me. Take my body and do whatever you like with it." I smiled at her. I have always adored my mother, but this was a sensation like I never dreamed could exist. I loved her with a strength that I didn't know was possible; it made my heart ache. "So what were you and Mari plotting at the museum today?" I asked, breaking the trance. "Mmmm." She muttered thoughtfully, deciding whether to tell me. She asked if I would be willing to tell her every detail of our lovemaking." My eyebrows went up. I told her that I would." My heart was back to pounding again. "She also said, ..." I simply waited for her to continue. "...that she would like to make love with both of us." Her right thumb went to her mouth and she bit the tip, a bit nervous about what I would think of that. I smiled slightly and nodded. "Yeah?" she whispered, relaxing. "She wants to make love, ... to me. I told her that I had never, ... that I wasn't sure about how to, ...but finally I told her that I would love to try it." My smile widened. "Yeah? That's not too naughty?" I shook my head slowly. "I just don't want to spoil what you two might have together." I frowned slightly at that. "I like her very much. I can see that you do as well. You may not have the sense that you two would, ... you know, ... wind up together, get married or just be lovers for a while, but she would be far more suitable for you than me." We floated there, close under the hot water, considering her words. Finally, I spoke. "I could not begin to tell you if we would wind up together in the long term, but I do know that you and I will. You will be in my life forever. For as long as we live, ... and longer, ... you will be the love of my life. No joke. I want you to be the lover in my life. Is Marianne wants to be a part of that, then ,... wonderful. If you want to be our lover, if the three of us will be lovers all together, then ... holy shit! What man wouldn't have dreams of that?" She smiled a glorious, happy smile. "Forever." She repeated, grinning. She then turned quite serious. "Andy, my darling son, sweetie love, ... I don't think I can resist you another minute. I don't want to resist you another minute. I want to give myself to you right now." Unwinding my legs from hers, I stood. My cock standing proudly, ready, harder than ever. She eyes it hungrily. I got out of the tub and dried off slowly, never taking my eyes from hers. I then extended a hand to help my lover out of the tub. Mom was a vision standing nude and wet in the tub. I helped her out and then wrapped a fluffy towel around her shoulders. We kissed long and deep. Our tongues moving so gently, but so deeply. 'This was it', I told myself. She stood, holding the towel around her shoulders as I knelt to dry her legs and feet. I led her by the hand to my bed, our bed. Taking the towel slowly from her shoulders I exposed her nakedness to my eyes. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world." I dried her arms, her back the front of her, including, slowly her gorgeous tits. I then sat her on the bed and dried her hair, working the towel slowly but firmly over her scalp, enjoying the sexy shake of her breasts as I moved her head. Finished, I took the towel to my desk chair and laid it over the back. Turning, naked, erect, completely aroused, I gazed at her sitting nude on my bed. I had dreamed of this for so long. So had she. Returning to her I took her face in my hands. Hers went to my hips, but soon came to the front to cup and caress my aching penis. I bent to kiss her mouth and we French kissed with greater passion now. I applied pressure to her head, as if raising her. She took the hint and scooted back onto the bed, laying back, demurely keeping her legs together. I stood gazing at her body. I reached down and began to gently stroke my cock. "Oh God, yes!" she moaned. "Oh sweetie. That gorgeous cock." I stroked it for her and her eyes burned into it. "Show me." I said simply. She hesitated, nervous, but then began, tiny bit by tiny bit, to spread her legs for me. Her naked lips came into view then more of her perfect peach was exposed to me. Once wide enough her inner lips came into view and her gorgeous pussy blossomed for me. Her right hand slowly stroked down the front of her body; her breast and nipple, her ribs, tummy, hip and then teased her clit. "So perfect." I muttered, watching her lips swell and open to me. I watched her slip down through the pink gap, to the very opening to her vagina. That vagina. My vagina. I realized that I came from there, years and ago, a lifetime ago, my mother had given birth to me through those very lips I longed now to pleasure, to taste. "I'm so wet for you, Andy." She whispered. "I want you here," she indicated by inserting just the tip of her finger, "in me. I want to feel you inside me right here. In my wet pussy my darling son." As if in slow motion, I moved forward, placing a knee on the bed. She was trembling a bit as I moved. Her knees bent as if involuntarily, up and apart, opening, inviting. I feel forward onto my hands and crawled closer. She was wet, I could see now, by the light of a dozen candles, I could see that she was oozing wet. Moving up between her knees I bent to kiss her mouth. Both of her hands came to my cheeks to pull me in tightly, her right hand soaked my cheek. Her tongue lashed at mine. I moved quickly and bent to kiss and lick each nipple. Pushing back, I moved to lay on my stomach between her wide spread legs. I kissed her tummy, with jerked in response. Then as I settled into place, there was that perfect pussy, inches from my lips, heaven waiting to be tasted. "Oh baby, yes. Oh yes, please. Eat me sweetie. Eat mommy's pussy Andy. I need your tongue in me." She sounded strained with need. I kissed right above her clit. Her hips jerked trying to make contact with my tongue. I kissed both thighs right at the junction with her body, her wet lips soaking each cheek in turn, then opening wide I covered her entire pussy with my mouth and worked my tongue all over the fat, wet lips. "Oh my god!" she cried out, throwing her head back and grabbing handfuls of the sheets. I watched her sexy tummy work and pump as she reacted to the stimulation. Her pussy was more delicious than I could ever have anticipated. I was eating my mother's pussy and it was the sweetest treat ever. I could do this forever, I marveled. My hands moved under to hold and hips and bottom as I began to slither my tongue into her vagina. She was so fucking wet; dripping wet and luscious! Her right hand came around to grab a handful of my hair as she drew her head up took look down at me working her. "Oh yes, baby! Oh yes, baby!! Oh fuck! That is so good. Yes eat me right there. Eat that pussy my sweet baby!!" Her head fell back as her hips rammed her pubic bone into my nose. She was trying to crawl away a little bit as I sucked hard on her clit, but I held her fast by ther hip bones. She was tearing at the sheets again. Leaving her right hip I slipped my hand up so that I could toy with, and pull on her right nipple. She moaned loudly that this was good for her. I did the same with the left. "Yes lover! Pull them. Pull them harder. Love my nipples sweetheart." It took a mere couple of moments for her to begin a low howl that rose in octave and volume as she came in my mouth. I held onto her as she attempted to crawl away again. After a moment I switched to sucking on each fat lip, one after the other, giving her clit a break for a moment. Her crying out in a moan became fast panting and then dissolved into crying tearfully, but she didn't want me to stop. I released her nipples and simply cupped her full breasts. Her crying turned back into panting as she calmed a bit. "Oh my fucking god, Andy! You are so incredible! Oh yes! I love it so much!" I then covered her entire pussy with my mouth again and gently swabbed my tongue over all of it, lapping up the incredible wetness. "Oh my god, you're gonna kill me!" she said looking up at me again. "You are so good at this, sweetie." I withdrew my right hand and moved it down so that I could begin to slip my fingers in her. "Oh yes. Put your fingers in me. Go inside of me. Fill my pussy." I was shocked when I slipped just one finger in her; she was wildly tight! She was soaking my sheets, but was tight as a virgin. I stroked the pad of my index finger in and out facing down, into her warm velvety tunnel, but then turned it to massage Mom's G-spot. Her sponge was full and swollen as hell already. I stroked firmly along it, in a 'come hither' motion. She immediately responded by crying out and flopping her head back on the bed. She pulled her legs back further, opening herself even more lewdly. It was gorgeous! Her hands behind her knees she wanted to give me as much access as possible. I massaging her G and sucking her clit again. She was panting like she was in labor, which I guess she was. Her beautiful stomach muscles were quaking again and her hips were working up and down into the bed. We worked together like that for a short while until she fell very quiet. Her breathing stopped as she held it and her hips tensed and stopped grinding. I continued to massage and suck and lick, but began to slow the whole sensation down. I moved everything in the same motion, only slower and slower and slower, my tongue gently, slowly, deeply penetrating her. Her tension just continued to build. Finally the dam burst. In a rush she screamed out, her clenched stomach relaxed, but her chest pushed out and her legs flopped open. All at once I was coated with fluid as she burst all over me. Her ejaculate, the product of so much sexual tension withheld and her insane arousal squirted both into my mouth in a flood, and all over my face. I loved it! Mom was a squirter! Three full jest of her cum splashed onto me as I continued to fuck her with my tongue. "Please!" she pleaded. "Please, give me a moment." She was panting hard, looking down at me shocked by what had happened. I pulled away from her pussy and smiled up into her alarmed expression. "I'm so sorry sweetie, ... I don't , ... " she stammered. "That was so incredible!" I told her grinning. "You are fucking incredible, Mom!" She gave me an embarrassed look. "You can squirt! You never told me that." "Squirt?" she asked confused by my reaction. "It's not, ..." "No." I assured her against her fears of peeing on me. "It's the fluid built up in your pussy." She looked confused. "There is a spongy mass that gets all swollen with fluid and when you cum it can squirt out." She didn't look convinced. I change d the subject a bit. "Your pussy is so fucking delicious!" She smiled a bit sheepishly. "I love the way you taste." She watched me as I slowly leaned down and gave her pussy another wet lingering kiss. Her eyes rolled back a bit. "Oh, Andy." She moaned. "Again?' she asked with such a low sexy voice it made my cock twinge. Slowly I started over completely, kissing her thighs, sucking her gently, grabbing her hips, fucking her with my tongue, playing with her tits, fingering her pussy and then massaging her G-spot until she came again. This time without the squirting, but with equal passion and noise. This time however, I kept her orgasm going, she would begin to taper off and I would redouble my efforts on her clit and make her cum again, and then again. You Know I Can See You, Right? Ch. 07 Finally she could take no more and begged for a respite. I crawled up between her legs and she wrapped them around me as we kissed long and deep. "Sweetie love, I've made you so wet." She said wiping my cheeks with her hands. She had an embarrassed look about it, but my wide grin eased her fears. "No, I think I made you wet." She giggled a bit. We kissed and kissed and kissed, whispering sweet nothings about how much we loved each other, how aroused we both were, how we turned each other on. "I can't believe that I just let my son go down on me." She whispered with a naughty glint in her eye. I nodded and waggled my eyebrows. Her lips brushed my ear as she whispered, "My loving son just ate my pussy and made me squirt my cum all over him." "And your loving son loved every beautiful second of it." I whispered back. "I can't wait to return the favor and suck my son's gorgeous fat cock in my mouth and make him squirt his cum all over me." She continued, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered. I shivered with the anticipation. We went back to kissing for a bit. "Show me." She said pulling me close and looking deep into my eyes. "Show me that big, handsome, hard dick, sweetheart. Let me see my son's cock." I grinned a bit and then pushed up onto my knees. She looked down and almost gasped to see how hard I was. "Oh sweetie." She moaned quietly. "You have such a gorgeous penis, darling." It was incredibly rigid, knowing what was coming. Her hands gently came up and cupped my balls and cock, cradling them like treasures. "I love your cock, Andy. I really do." She gave a gentle pulling motion and I moved forward, over her. I took hold of the headboard of my bed and moved it close so that she could kiss it. She did. She kissed the head so lovingly, then again and again. She moved around so that she could kiss both sides of the head of my cock, her lips warm and soft. Then she kissed down and back up the shaft, first on one side then the other. Her eyes flicked up to mine. They smiled as she slipped her tongue out and licked that sensitive spot right behind the head. I jerked as I almost shot cum all over her, just watching my mother licking my erection. "Yeah?" she asked, "You like that?" I nodded smiling. "You like to watch your naughty mother kissing your beautiful cock?" I just continued smiling and nodding. "Good, 'cause I love doing it. You taste so wonderful, Andy." She made quite a sexy show of gazing into my eyes and bringing her lips to my cock, again and again. "Would you mind very much if I wrapped my lips around your big cock?" My nodding turned to shaking. She smiled. "Mmmmm good. I want to take your big cock in my mouth and feel how hard you are on my tongue." Her eyes dropped back to my dick. "God you're going to fill my mouth so good lover. Your cock is so big, baby." I watched as she made a show of opening wide and pulling me gently forward. I knelt there entranced watching my mother, the woman who had birthed me, bathed me, raised me, comforted me and cared for me all my life, softly close her lips around my fat cock, engulfing half of me in her mouth. Her eyes rolled back a bit and then closed, as she moaned loudly around the mouthful of penis in her mouth. "Yes, Mom, yes." I whispered. "Oh yeah suck it lover. Suck it mother." Her eyes came open and crinkled a bit in a smile at that last comment. "Oh yeah, you naughty mother. Suck your son's big cock." Her eyes stopped smiling and became quite serious with arousal. "Fuck! This is so hot! My Mom is sucking on my cock, and I love it." Her tongue swished back and forth as she cradled my thickness in her mouth. My hand reached back and gathered the hair at the back of her head. I pulled her gently forward and pushed hips a bit, filling her mouth a bit more. "Oh yeah, Mom. Take it! Take that cock. Suck your son's hard dick! Does that feel good?" She nodded, her lips stretched tight around me. "You like being naughty and sucking your son's dick don't you?" "Mmmmmm hmmmmm!" she moaned around me. It sounded so sexy coming from her. "I love sucking you sweetie." She told me, drawing me wetly out of her mouth for a second. "I love that my very own son has the world's sexiest penis and that he loves to let his slut mother give him a blowjob." Her eyes dropped back to my cock. "God baby! What a cock you have! Will you be a sweet loving son baby? Will you give me what I need, so bad? Will you ram that big dick in my mouth, fuck my soft, wet lips and shoot that sweet cum in my mouth? Your slut mother needs her son's delicious cum! I never thought incest would turn me on, but I love it! Let me taste your sperm sweet love." Her eyes came back to mine. "Do it, my sweet, loving son. Fuck my mouth! Feed me! Give me what I need!" I was burning with passion for my mother. My skin felt hot to the touch. I wanted to cry I was so aroused. I held her head tightly and pushed my hips forward. "Suck it!" was all I said. I pushed forward until the head of my cock pressed into the back of her mouth. She choked a bit, but moaned that it was good. "Yeah? You like to choke on that fat dick?" she nodded. "Then take it, you gorgeous fucking slut!" I did it again and she choked again; then again. "Yesssss! You sexy, mother slut! You son sucker! Cocksucking mother of a son, that loves to fuck your mouth!" I was ramming it into her mouth, filling the opening to her throat with the fat head. "Yeah! Take it deep! Choke on it!" I now had both hands on her head, holding her in place as I abused her mouth. "Get ready to deep throat your son's hard penis. You created this penis, now suck it. You gave birth to me and my cock, all those years ago, not it's time to give it the best blowjob it has ever had! Suck it Mom! Suck it, Mom!" She just took it from me as I fucked her mouth like a total slut. She was loving being dominated so hard. I could feel her hard nipples stroking against my sensitive inner thighs and I worked my hips back and forth. "Open your throat for me, 'cause I'm gonna fuck your throat!" Her hands came up and grabbed my thighs so hard, she dug her nails into me, but steadied herself for the onslaught. "You ready to swallow all that hard cock?" she nodded, as if to say 'Do it. Give it to me. Make me take it.' I filled the opening to her throat and her eyes rolled closed. They had begun to water and tears were forming. I pushed harder and the head began to turn the corner. She gagged hard, with actually created an opening for more cock, so I pushed more in. Another inch went down into her throat. "Yeah!" I hissed, grinding my teeth. "Swallow that big dick, Mom." I could feel her stomach lurching as she gagged harder. I eased back a bit before she began to spew. She held tight not wanting my cock to leave her mouth, as she panted through her nose. Mom was moaning loudly as she panted. She was loving this rough treatment. "Get ready for more of your son's big, hard, thick cock, you mother slut, son sucking, naughty, naughty woman. Look at you. All nude and aroused and ready to let her own son shove his big penis in her mouth. More than that, you naughty slut, you want it! You want it so bad, don't you?" She nodded up at me. "You want your very own son to fuck your mouth and throat." More nodding. "And you want my gushing cum to flood your mouth and throat? Fill you with that warm cream?" Her eyes rolled closed as she nodded more vigorously. "Then take it, mother." I pushed into her and down her throat. She choked a bit of spittle out the corners of her mouth, but took even more this time. I couldn't imagine being more turned on than this, or her being more turned on than this, as we worked together to milk my cock of all my sperm. Tears were streaming down her face, as she took the onslaught of my cock deeper and yet deeper. Finally, with a mighty shove and holding her head so tight to me, her lips at last mashed against my body as I just held her in place, feeling the incredible sensation of my cock all the way in her throat. "Oh yeah! Oh fuck! Oh, Mom!!! You've done it! You have my whole cock!" I cried out. She began to push me back, so she could take a breath. I withdrew my soggy cock completely from her mouth. She gasped for air, slobber drooling, panting loudly, her eyes never moving from the length of what she had just deep throated. "Again!!" was all she said. We repeated this, again and again and again. The sensation of her tight throat and mouth surrounding every square millimeter of my penis was heaven. I could feel her tongue touching the entire length of me. She would choke and cough as it slid in, and then silence as I just held her mouth tightly around me, my cock buried in her throat, her tongue moving slightly. This would be followed by gasping and panting as she caught her breath, ready for more. Her cheeks were wet with tears and drooling was hanging from her lips, but she was on fire! On the 5th trip down deep into her gullet, I just held still, feeling my orgasm starting. In the silent moment of my loving mother holding her loving son's hard cock down her throat, I came! The first blast went deep into her throat. This triggered a massive gag and she pushed me back. She coughed hard, which squirted my second thick shot of cum out the corners of her mouth, which began to run down both sides of her cheeks. By now I held still as she began a furious bobbing up and down my cock, blowing me frantically. She was breathing hard through her nostrils, which had a sexy wet sound to it. Her breathing was interrupted several times as she gulped my flowing sperm. I looked down to see bubbles forming at her lips and nose as she panted and swallowed. Her eyes looked scarily intense as she worked to get every drop I could produce. I was brushing the hair back from her face, showing more of my mother's pretty features and she bobbed her lips up and down her son's shiny, wet, thick cock, sucking and milking. I suddenly felt faint and tried to move a bit to collapse onto the bed. My cock withdrew from her lips with a loud slurp as I fell back. I wasn't looking where I was falling and bounced off the edge of the bed and fell onto the floor with a crash. "Oh, Andy!" Mom cried out, as she tried to reach out to me. Laying on my back on the floor, I began giggling at the absurdity of my falling out of bed, but was afforded the most incredible view of my nude mother, hair wildly disheveled from my holding onto it, her face wet with tears and smeared with my cum, her breasts bouncing as she scrambled to the edge of the bed to look down at me. She was the sexiest thing I could ever imagine. "Sweetie love! Are you okay?" she gazed down into the giggling face. Her alarm softened as she saw me laughing. "You okay?" she repeated. I told her I was fine and began to get up. Standing I looked down at her. She was posed, leaning on straight arms, her gorgeous tits poking out between them, her sexy round butt sitting on her heels, and the angelic face of my own mother creamed with my sperm. My cock swelled erect again at the sight. "Oh, Mommy!" I whispered as I reached out and pulled her to her knees, hugging her so tightly. "I love you so much. I love you so much!!!" I kissed her wet lips, tasting myself on them, then licked her face clean. Her hand reached down to caress my penis. My arms enfolded her and I pulled her off the bed, feet dangling in the air, and twirled her around and around. Finally I set her down on tip toes, and we spent a long moment gazing into each other's eyes. "I love you so much." I repeated. Tears came anew to her eyes and her look, all by itself told me that she felt the same about me. This was a love that transcended everything. Incest couldn't be a bad thing or even describe what we felt. We were mother and son, but what we felt towards each other, was way beyond the simple trappings or description of incest. We were lovers, outside of normal space and time; outside of society's normal mores. I turned her head and held it to my chest and we stood together, holding tightly to each other for a long time, rocking and swaying gently, sheltering and supporting each other. 'Love' didn't get any stronger than this. Finally, I had to pee, so I held her gently back from me and told her, that I needed the bathroom. "Can I help?" she asked. I blinked in confusion. She smiled naughtily. "I want to hold this beautiful penis while you pee." Her hand was still cupping my thick shaft and she gave it a gentle squeeze. "Ever done that?" I admitted that I had not. She followed me to the loo, and raising the seat I stood there. She stood at my hip and held onto my cock. I struggled to relax enough to let it loose. She stood there giggling as I struggled to release the muscle that prevented me from peeing. At last my stream started, weakly at first then growing to quite a powerful stream. She aimed me perfectly. She gave it a gentle shake then grabbed some tissue and wiped the tip for me. "That was kind of cool." She whispered in my ear when I was done. "My turn though." She sat on the seat and waited. When I didn't leave, she realized that I wanted to watch her too. A sly smile crept onto her face. I knelt at her feet and guided her legs wide apart. We both looked down as her piss began to issue from between her lips. I was amazed to find myself kneeling at my mother's feet, gazing at her naked pussy, watching her pee into the bowl. Her flow was heavy and powerful, not constrained by the long urethra of a penis. I then wiped her as well. I took her hand and walked her to the window. We stood in the open bay looking down at the lights of the city below. A gentle breeze cooled us as we stood arm in arm. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the neighbor across the street looking at us out his window. From his perspective he could see us completely, as the window sill was at thigh level. My cock and Mom's entire nude body was visible. I froze not knowing what to do. Mom's wave snapped me out of it. She had apparently seen him as well, but didn't care. She was waving to him. He was a bit shocked at first, but then, haltingly waved back. He turned to his own view of the city, trying not to be obvious about stealing peeks at Mom. She just shrugged at him and posed, this way and that, giving him a complete view of her nakedness. Finally he grinned and brought his fingertips to his lips and kissed them, in that international gesture signaling "perfection". She laughed, waved and then headed back to bed. I smiled, nodded and then closed the window and followed her. Mom crawled onto my bed and laid back into the pillows, leaning back on her elbows. I stood and gazed at her sexy loveliness; prefect body, sexy and nude, my mother. Lying there in the soft glow of the candlelight she looked like a classic Playboy centerfold, come to life; perfect. "So," she finally smiled seductively at me, "Is my handsome, studly son ready to actually fuck his own mother's juicy, wet pussy?" she grinned wickedly, her eyes dropping to my hard cock, bouncing with eager anticipation. "Oh you naughty Mom! You are going to get it now!" I growled at her. To be continued ... You Know I Can See You, Right? Ch. 08 Mom was laying back in the pillows, leaning back on her elbows. I stood and gazed at her sexy loveliness; prefect body, sexy and nude, my mother. Lying there in the soft glow of the candlelight she looked like a classic Playboy centerfold, come to life; perfect. "So," she finally smiled seductively at me, "Is my handsome, studly son ready to actually fuck his own mother's juicy, wet pussy?" she grinned wickedly, her eyes dropping to my hard cock, bouncing with eager anticipation. "Oh you naughty Mom! You are going to get it now!" I growled at her. "Oh yeah? Stud?" She whispered softly as she casually raised one knee and began waved it back and forth, slowly revealing, hiding, and then revealing her swollen pussy lips to me again and again. She noticed me watching this intently and then gently laid her leg wide open. "Do you like this?" she asked me, indicating her pussy. "Is that a nice view, sweetheart?" I nodded dumbly. She slowly moved her other leg apart, causing her pussy lips to gently part, wetly, revealing the gorgeous pink inner lips. "Am I totally naughty for showing my naked pussy to my son?" she asked, smiling a bit. "Yes you are." I told her hungrily. "You are a very naughty mother, for showing your son your beautiful naked pussy." I told her. "Am I a naughty son for standing here, naked and erect, loving the sight of my own mother's pussy?" Her thumb came up and she slipped it into her mouth, smiling a bit. She nodded. "Yeah? I'm a naughty son for wanting to feel your pussy? For wanting to taste my own mother's sweet pussy?" She kept nodding, her smile growing and her hungry look intensifying. "Am I a naughty son for wanting to push my hard cock into the vagina that I was born from, my own mother's wet, warm vagina that gave birth to me all those years ago?" Her eyes rolled closed for a moment at the thought. My cock was aching; actually painful it was so hard. "Well, ... you are a naughty boy, my son." She purred at me. "Just look at you. My own son, standing there, beautifully nude, with the hardest, biggest, most beautiful cock I've ever laid eyes on, ..." She licked her lips again. "...that I've ever laid my lips on, just standing there, watching his mother, nude in bed, in my most private, intimate moment, and you stand there watching me, like a peeping tom." Her right hand slowly moved up to cup her gorgeous breast. She squeezed and released, and teased the nipple. "Here I am, enjoying my private moments, touching myself, pleasuring myself, and you stand there all erect and horny, as you spy on me playing with myself." Her fingers trickled downward over her tummy across her swollen mound and gently worked back and forth over her clit. "Mmmmm." She moaned as she toyed with her clit. "I was so naughty to let you lick me, lick my pussy. My own son, down between my legs, licking and sucking me, tasting my very wet pussy. The very same one that gave you life. Now look at me. Laying here, nude before you, playing with my pussy and dying to have you back in me, especially that part of you." She nodded towards my aching cock. "I want that part in me, sweetie. I don't care if I'm wicked, or evil, or perverted beyond belief. With all that's happened to us, I just ... don't ... care anymore. I want your sweet cock, Andy. I want to let you fuck me! Fuck my pussy with that fat cock." Her lustful eyes came up to mine smiling. "We've both had all the time we need to consider our actions. We know what we want and who we are to each other. Let's finally make that fantasy a reality." I smiled wide at this and slowly moved to kneel on the bed. I noticed that she was shaking a bit, trembling that 'this was it'. I moved to kneel between her wide-spread thighs and then sat back on my heels. "I want you to know how much I love you and always have; always will!!" I told her softly. "I want you. I want you so bad. I want you forever." She smiled at me in the most gorgeous, loving, angelic way. She nodded her agreement. I scooted forward, taking her legs and raising them around me, moving closer and closer until my painful cock came to rest on top of her clit. I gathered some saliva and swirled it onto my hard shaft and slowly began to stroke over her pussy. "Oh Andy, yes!" Mom moaned aloud. "Oh my sweetheart, darling. You feel so hard, so heavy." I kept slowly working my hips, stroking my cock over her pussy. "You feel so wonderful!" She leaned up so she could watch the show of my thick penis slipping over her. I leaned forward, continuing to stroke over her, and we came nose to nose, gazing deeply into each other's eyes. My hips moved as her rose up off the bed to meet me. We kissed long and deep, as we ground against each other. Her hands came up and cupped my face as she pulled me back for a soulful look. "It's time, darling, darling, Andy." She whispered softly. "Take me, sweetheart. I need to be filled completely with you." I pushed back up onto my knees and gazed down at the vision of my cock slipping wetly over my mother's swollen, gorgeous pussy lips. I reached down and gently toyed with her perfect nipples for a moment, giving her full breasts the slightest shake. I stroked my hands down her ribs, over her tummy, along the length of her fit, sensuous legs, and took both ankles in my hands. I lifted and opened her legs even wider, giving me a lewdest, sexiest view of my naked mother, laying there waiting for her own loving son to penetrate her wet pussy with his hard cock for the very first time; hopefully the first time of many; the rest of our lives. "I love you Mom." I told her with a smile. "Take me back inside you." I drew back my hips, slowly, dragging my hard, heavy cock back across her clit. It gently dipped down until the head smoothed through the open flower petals of her lips, and came to rest against the opening to her vagina. She was visibly trembling now. Her lower lip firmly caught in her teeth. She tried to remain still, but was vibrating under me. I gently pushed forward until the head of my cock was inside of her. "Oh Andy!" Mom groaned as her eyes rolled back. "My sweet, loving son! Fuck your mother, darling." "Yes, mother. My mother. My sexy, gorgeous, nude, loving mother! Let me push up into your body. Take my cock, Mom." I slowly, gently pushed, then withdrew, pushed and withdrew, each time easing just the tiniest bit more of my cock into her. Her hands came to my hips and just held me. She didn't push or pull, just held me, as I worked slowly in and out. It took a while before I had even reached halfway in. Her pussy was literally drooling around my cock, which shone wetly in the candlelight. "Oh Fuck, Andy! Do it! Fuck me! Give me all of your cock!" She was now raising her hips trying to speed my progress. "Don't tease me! I need it baby! I need your cock so bad! Fuck me!" I withdrew to the point where her lips where just touching the tip of my cock, and then pushed it hard, all the way in! Mom grunted with surprise and shock at the depth that I suddenly reached in her. "Ooooohhhhhhh!" she groaned aloud. "Ooooohhhhhhh, Fffuuuuccckkkk!!!" she howled. I rammed it in again, having drawn all the way out again. "Ooooohhhhhhh, Fffuuuuccckkkk!!!" she repeated. "Ooooohhhhhhh, Fffuuuuccckkkk!!! Oh Andy! Oh Andy! Oh Andy! Oh fuck, you are so deep!" Her head was rolling around, back and forth. Her fingernails were digging into my hips as she held on for dear life. "Yes, baby! Yes! My sweet baby! My sweet baby man! I found a long slow rhythm, withdrawing my cock, drawing her sweet wet pussy walls with me, and then ramming the whole thing back into her. I drove the air from her lungs with each forceful thrust. I could clearly feel the depth of her vagina, as I seemed to hit her soft, squishy bottom on each thrust. She looked like she was supporting her entire weight on her hips, resting in my lap and the top of her head, which was thrown back as far as it would go; her back was arched off the bed, her tits pushed up in the air. The veins on her neck stood out as she held her breath, every muscle taught. "Oh my god, Mom!" I hissed, realizing that all my muscles were equally taught. "Oh fuck, yeah! Take my cock! Take my cock in you!" I rammed it and rammed it and rammed it, reveling in how tight she really was. When her breath finally did escape, it did so with a loud howl that certainly was heard by everyone in the neighborhood. She completely un-sprung at that moment, collapsing heavily on the bed. I continued to pummel her pussy, but her body was limp and her eyes were closed. She flopped a bit with every hard thrust, her beautiful breasts gently swaying as I fucked her. Her entire body was coated with a sheen of sweat. "Oh yeah Mom, take it! Take that cock! Let me fuck that pussy with my cock!" I was thrusting just as deep, but even faster now. "Take your son's hot cock in your pussy. I love your pussy!" I watched for a bit as she lay there, flaccid; rocking gently as I fucked her pussy. "Mom?" I finally questioned. No response. "Mom?" I asked again, my thrusts slowing. She was out like a light. "Mom? You okay?" I asked, coming to a complete stop, a bit alarmed. There was no movement. Slowly, she came to, her eyes fluttering, then opened slowly. They seemed to adjust and then rolled up to meet mine. We stared at each other for a second, then a slow slight smile came to her lips. "You okay?" I repeated. She smiled for a bit and then told me, "Oh Andy. Oh my goodness, sweetheart. Wow!" Her smile became a huge grin. "Holy fuck sweetie, you are, ..." her head shook a bit. "I have never in my life, ..." She reached up and cupped my cheeks in her hands. "You fucked my lights out. My beautiful boy. My wonderful, wonderful, loving son. You're incredible!" I told her that she had freaked me out a bit, that I had thought something was really wrong. She just smiled and shook her head in wonder, her thumbing going back into her mouth in that sexy way of hers. "I have never cum like that, before. Never even thought it was possible. You fucked my lights out!" I stared in disbelief. I was kneeling there, not moving, still holding her ankles, legs wide apart, lewdly displayed, with my cock hallway in her. "Don't stop, my loving son, don't stop fucking me. Don't ever stop fucking me." That horny gleam returned to her eyes. "You are such an incredible ... mother fucker. I love fucking my son!" I began to move again, which caused her eyes to roll back a bit. "Oh yes! That's it! Oh Andy, Give your mother your amazing cock! Fuck your mother's wet pussy with that amazing, gorgeous dick!" Her hands came to her breasts and she took hold of her nipples roughly. "Oh fuck me, baby" Her jaw was clenched and she was leaning down to watch me in her. "Oh that cock! My baby boy's beautiful cock! My son is in my pussy! I'm being fucked by my son!" she said to the ceiling. She looked back to me. "I love you Andy!" I was back to ramming her deep and hard. I kept looking down the view the incredible sight of my penis disappearing into my mother's vagina. It was a surreal, thrilling sight. "Oh yeah, Mom! Take that cock. Take my cock. Take your son's cock into you. Take it so deep! Yeah! Feel how deep I am in you!" "Oh you are, sweetie. So fucking deep! I love it! I love your cock! Fuck me baby! Oooof! So deep! Ooof! So fucking deep in me. You can't get any deeper! You cock is so fucking big, it's hitting me so deeply! Ooof! "Oh Mom! I'm gonna cum!" I whispered. I was frantically fucking her now. Her whole body was shaking and bouncing with the strength of my thrusting. She moaned that she wanted it. "Can I cum in you?" I begged. "Can I shoot my cum in you?" she was nodding and gasping, simply holding on as I destroyed her tight little mother pussy. "Yeah? Yeah? Oh get ready for the flood, then. Get ready! I am going to fill my mother's sweet pussy with cum. I'm going to give you all my sperm!" "Oh yes baby! Yes, my sweet baby! Shoot in me. Fill me! Flood me!!" Our movements were frantic and wild, but our voices fell silent as we both climbed the wave to our orgasms. We held our breath and held onto each other, and then the crash came!! Mom repeated her howl from moments before. I emitted one long 'Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhh!!!" as my penis burst forth with a spew of cum that left me flailing in a delicious agony of release, my balls ached as they emptied inside my mother's womb, my early home. My mother's sweet, tight, hot, little pussy was overcome with the deluge of my seed, forcing it out around the shaft of my cock and running out and down her bottom. I gathered a huge breath and expelled another long groan of agonizing pleasure. It had never been this wonderfully painful before to ejaculate, but the volume left the sensation of the actual flow of my cream through my penis. It ached. "My God! Andy!" My mother gasped and giggled a bit. "Holy shit, sweetheart!" She was panting as she realized the degree to which she really was flooded. "Oh my sweet boy, are you okay? My goodness what a cum!!" Her fingers dipped into the flow that was still escaping her vagina, drawing a tight clamp over the shaft of my still spewing cock. "Jesus! I've never in my life, ...." I opened my eyes to find her staring at me with a slightly alarmed gaze. Slowly a smile broke onto my lips; hers did as well. "Wow!" was all I could think to say. We smiled at each other. "Wow!" Mom repeated. I realized that I was still thrusting in and out, my cock not as painful, but still completely erect. Our smiles burst into outright laughter at the ludicrous level of our arousal and the height of our orgasmic pleasure. We were giddy, even as I continued to fuck her. She was sloppy wet with cum and so slick and smooth, I glided in and out effortlessly. "Not done, I take it?" Mom finally questioned. I was still holding her legs wide apart and my hips hadn't slowed a bit. "I guess not." I told her cheekily. "My turn." She said, as she pushed me off her and laid me on my back. "Your loving mother wants her turn at riding her son's spectacular penis." She straddled me and stood there on her knees, hovering above my cock, warm cum dripping onto my stomach. "Oooh, how gooey." She cooed, "How wonderfully gooey, we are." She leaned down and licked the droplets of our mixed fluids, from my stomach. "You are incredibly beautiful." I told her, stroking her hips, once she had raised up again. "So are you, Andy. My son, my beautiful, nude, hard, sexy son." Her hips moved gently side to side, as she absent-mindedly cupped and squeezed her perfect tits. "Your cum is so tasty sweetie." "Dance for me." I told her as she continued to move above me. She realized how she was moving, and made an effort to make it even sexier, like a lap dance. "You don't mind your own mother, dancing naked for you?" she teased. My grin told her, without doubt, that I didn't mind a bit. She moved and stroked her body, in the sexiest display I have ever seen. She cupped her breasts for me, squeezing and kneading the pliant flesh, tugging her nipples so hard it made me hurt for her; she loved it! She ran her fingers through the sloppy mess of her pussy juice and my cum that continued to ease from her pussy and brought it to her mouth, then to mine. The taste was exotic and erotic. Mom leaned down and gently swabbed her lips over mine. My hands came up and cupped her perfect tits. "Would you mind sweetie, ..." She whispered in my ear. "If your naughty mother has some more of your luscious big penis?" I shook my head smiling. "Yeah? That would be okay? You wouldn't mind letting me be so bad? Mmmm I want to be naughty again, I want to be the slut mother who takes her son's hard, big, beautiful cock and shoves it up her cunt." We were nose to nose again as she grinned down at me, while reaching back to take a hold on my cock. "I, ... Ohhh sweetheart, darling, Andy! You're still so hard, baby. Mmmmmm" she moaned never taking her eyes from mine. "It is a little different for me darling. I can remember every moment of your life. You were born out of my pussy, this pussy. Mmmm. I nursed you with these breasts." She moved a bit giving me a view of her breasts, hanging just above me. "You used to suck on these nipples for hours. Drinking your fill of my milk and turning me on at the same time. I could barely admit to myself that it turned me on to have your beautiful little mouth and tongue coaxing the sweet milk out of my tits, but it did. Oh how it did!" This last comment she made gazing into my eyes, inches from me. She kissed me softly. "I used to care for you when you were tiny and helpless, cleaning you, washing you. Washing your adorable little penis, wondering to myself what it would become when you grew up. You were so naughty then. I would open your diaper and you would instantly pee." She giggled at the memory. "Stream of pee going everywhere. I learned to cover you with my hand as soon as I undid your diaper. I can remember the feel of your tiny penis in my hand, when I did." Her hand slipped down to squeeze my cock. Her eyes rolled closed at the feel. "Oh sweetheart!" She moaned softly. "I never dreamed it would become this!" She squeezed the thick shaft. "I never dreamed it would pleasure me as it does. My son's penis has become my prized treasure. I love the feel of you. I love the feel of you in my mouth." Her gaze turned intense. "I ADORE the feel of this magnificent cock in my pussy, deep in my body, working in and out." She began to stroke the head over her clit. "Mmmm yes baby. Over my clit. Your cock is so hard, so big, so beautiful!" Her eyes came to mine again. "I want you in me again. Is that okay?" I nodded smiling back." Yeah? Oh sweetheart, thank you. Thank you for loving me and letting me be such a naughty slut mom." "You could never be a slut, Mom. You are sexy and wild and free with your body, but never a 'slut'. Not to me." "Oh baby. You are so sweet to me. I am naughty though. What mother let's her son, ... or makes her son, ... use his fingers and tongue and penis to pleasure her sexual needs? What sort of mother fucks her own loving son, just to get off?" "The most beautiful, wonderful, loving and well-deserving mother in the world!" I told her. "You are so deeply loved by me. I adore you so thoroughly that making love to you is the perfect way for me to express it. The fact that we both love the fucking we give each other is proof of our tender devotion to each other, for life." Her eyes were misty as she gazed into mine. I think mine may have been too. "I want to fuck you so badly. I want to feel your exquisite body taking me into your loving core. Fuck me mommy!" She raised herself just a bit, aligned my cock, and slid it gently, slowly, firmly into the depths of her pussy. She waggled her hips a bit to make the entry complete. "You mean like that?" she grinned. I grinned back and nodded. "Mmmmm God sweetie. Your cock is heaven!" She pushed herself up, hands on my chest until she was sitting up straight. "Oh, holy fuck!" she moaned loudly. "You are so fucking big, Andy! Oh your cock is so fucking big in me!" She sounded breathless. I was so deep in her that it was slightly uncomfortable, being jammed into her depths. She was unbelievably tight around me. Mom would work her hips back and forth, stirring my cock around inside and then she would begin an up and down motion, drawing me out and jamming me back in, bouncing her breasts in front of me. I took them in my hands and just held their beauty. Her fingers were digging into my chest as she rode me; back and forth, up and down. Her eyes were tightly shut as she came and then came again, drenching my entire crotch with her wetness. I was holding her perfect tits, my thumbs touching in the middle, where I could feel her heartbeat; it was racing and pounding as she came again. She was panting in shallow little breaths as she fucked me and fucked me. After her 6th orgasm she finally gave out completely, falling off me to the side and gasping for breath. It was the sexiest thing I have ever witnessed!! You Know I Can See You, Right? Ch. 08 I glanced at the clock to notice that it was 2:00 AM. I gathered Mom into my arms and worked the bedclothes over us and spooned up behind her and we fell into a deep satisfied sleep. But only for an hour at the most. I awoke to the wonderful feel of her big breast in my hand and my hips working themselves in my sleep. My cock was hard again and the soft skin of her bottom was caressing it wonderfully. I moved slightly and without waking her, began to gently search out her vagina. Slowly, slowly, over her lips and clit I worked. I gently ran the head between her lips, finding that wonderful yielding spot that signaled her opening. I began to push into her, as gently as I could. Mom moaned and rolled her hips a bit but didn't wake. I followed her pace and matched her gentle rocking as I moved slightly deeper and deeper. "Ohhh Andy!" she moaned softly, coming awake. "You're in me." "Yes I am, Mom. I am in you." I began to work a bit deeper. "Ooooh baby, you are sooooo fucking big!" she moaned reaching around to grab my butt and pull me in deeper. "Yes sweetheart lover. Give me that beautiful cock." We fucked like that for a while, my hand holding her sexy, curvy hip and caressing her bottom, as I rammed my big dick in her over and over. I leaned over her and we kissed, her sucking my tongue. I then rolled her over onto her tummy, legs together, and straddled her as I continued to fuck her pussy deep and slow. She was pushing her cute bottom up at me as I picked up the pace. "God baby! You are so deep in me. Can you feel that?" I told her that I felt like I was bottoming out in her. She agreed. "But I love the sensation of being so filled up with your thick hard cock, Andy." She pushed back more and then came fully up on her knees. I was thrilled by the sight of her sexy round bottom pushed up at me, her hips rolling like the ocean. I grabbed a hold and pounded her like no tomorrow. She was moaning so loud that I pushed her into a pile of pillows where she unleashed a bellow that would have awakened the entire neighborhood. Her orgasm left her spent and she flopped down onto the bed, coming off my cock. I watched as she lay there panting. What an incredible sight to behold. My mother, nude, worn out completely from the fucking I, her own loving son, had just given her. I lay down and spooned her again. We slept until 5, when the sky was just lightening. I was awakened by tender caresses on my penis. Mom was creating a lump under the covers, as she gently caressed me. I pulled the covers back and was afforded a view I shall never forget. Mom looked like she'd been fucked all night. Her hair was a disaster, but sexy looking, she looked tired but happy, she was completely nude with her breasts fully visible and she was inches from kissing the shaft of my growing cock. "You caught me." Was all she said, smiling gently. I just watched as she leaned in and kissed my penis softly. She shifted a bit and laid her head on my thighs, facing my balls and kissed them softly as well. "Since I caught you, can I keep you?" I asked joking. "Forever." She replied, with such seriousness that my heart melted. "I will then." I said more seriously. "I will be happy forever, then." I pulled some pillows under my head so that I could continue to gaze at her. A minute later my phone dinged with a text message. I frowned, curious as to who would text me at this hour. I stretched out to reach my phone on the bedside and opened the message. 'Am very excited to know how your night is. Call me when you are waking. XXOO - Mari'. I smiled at the message. Mom gave me a questioning look. "Message from Mari." I told her. Mom grinned. "She's up early. What does she say?" "She wants to know how my night was. She wants me to call 'when I am waking'." I typed in a reply asking her, 'You're up early. How are you doing this morning?' I short while later she sent back, 'Haven't been sleeping. Too excited for you and Judy. Was nice?' As I read it out to Mom, she sighed contentedly, and moved to lick the root of my cock. "You should call her.", Mom said. I gave her a look, but she was serious. I pushed my auto-dial. "Awndy?" came the soft answer. "Good morning sweetie. How are you?" We chatted a bit about how she was doing. I said I was fine. Mom was great, though a bit sleepy. Mom shook her head at me. Listening to my one-sided conversation. "Well, yeah, a little bit." I said into the phone. Mom looked curious, as her tongue worked its magic on my thickening penis. "Well maybe a lot." Another pause as I listened. "Oh yeah!" I said, "I did indeed." Mom raised her head at this comment. "What is she asking." "Mari wanted to know if we had been a bit naughty. I said we had. She asked whether just a bit, or a lot. I told her." Mom's eyes went a bit wider at this. "She wanted to know if I had seen you nude, I said 'Oh yeah!" Mom hid her eyes in my crotch, aghast. "I'm sorry, what?" I asked into the phone. Mom looked up at my silence. "Well, ... you should ask her. No, of course you can." Mom was shaking her head at me. "Hang on one sec." I handed the phone to Mom, who refused to take it. "Mari has a question." Mom shook her head again, but finally took the phone from me with a scowl. "Bonjour, Cheri. Ҫa va?" she chirped brightly into the phone a fake smile on her face. I watched and listened. "I'm well sweetie. Andy said you had trouble sleeping?" She listened and the smile faltered. "Oh, well, I'm sorry, ... that we, ... kept you up so late." Mom gave me kind of a horrified look. "Andy said you had a question for me. No, no, you can ask me anything. No it's fine. Go ahead." I watched as the expression on her face fell completely and her eyes closed. She was silent for a bit. "Well, ... actually sweetie, ..." she was steeling herself for the answer. "Yes. Yes we did." Her eyes popped open at me. "Yes. We did. We fucked all night long." Her expression softened a bit. "Oh yeah." She finally added, as her eyes rolled back a bit. "Yes he is. Andy is fantastic. Oh sweetheart it was incredible! Oh my goodness, yes. His cock is amazingly big." She glanced at me. Mom had to look away from my gaze as she related to my girlfriend how much she loved being fucked by her son. Her thumb went into her mouth and she giggled into the phone. She was like a schoolgirl, relating the details of a first date to her girlfriend. She moved over and laid down beside me as they talked. "Oh you should!" she exclaimed into the phone. "Yes, yes. Oh, please do. Please. No sweetheart, no. never. I want you to. I want to too. Perfect! That's wonderful! I want that for you too." Her look turned serious. She was thoughtful for a moment, then her eyes found mine. "Well, ... I don't know, ... I mean, I just never, ... No, no! It would be incredible, I'm sure. I will. Yes, I will. I promise." Mom reached out her hand and took mine in hers. "We'll see you then. Okay sweetie. Salud." I watched as Mom hung up the phone, staring at it for a moment, before handing it to me. "So? What's up?", I asked. Mom looked up at me for a long moment. "Oh nothing." She finally dismissed. "What?" I practically screamed. Her face broke into a wide grin, teasing. "What's 'going to be incredible'?" We wrestled for a bit, my trying to get the gist of her conversation, her trying to hide it from me. Mom sat up and crossed her legs under her. Sitting there like that, completely and comfortably nude, made me so hard. She finally admitted that Mari wanted to know if we had actually had sex. "I told her that we had. That you had fucked me all night, that you were incredible," her voice dropped conspiratorially, "which you were sweetie." She added softly. "Then she told me, ..." Mom paused as if not wanting to tell me the rest. Her eyes dropped to her lap. "Then she told me that she thought she should leave us to ourselves, that she didn't want to interfere in our relationship." Mom's eyes came up to mine, they looked wet. "She said she wanted you more than anything, but didn't want to come between us." Mom was looking genuinely hurt. After all that Mari had admitted to us the day before, about being unloved and discarded, it broke her heart to think that Mari feared being in the way. "I told her that I wanted her to be here, be with you, to be your lover." Her voice dropped off. A long pause ensued. "So what else did she say?" I asked, catching her gaze. "What is it that 'you've never done'? 'That you think will be incredible'?" Mom looked at me for a long time, rolling my question in her mind, considering how to respond. I was really intrigued now. "Well, ... she wondered, ... if I would enjoy having her, ... make love to me as well." My eyebrows rose in surprise; and excitement; questioning. Mom's thumb went into her mouth again, in that adorable way she does, when she suspects she's being naughty. "I told her, ... thaaaat, ..." She was drawing it out, either from embarrassment, or that she knew how crazy turned on it would make me; both maybe. "Well, ... I told her that I would try it." My wide grin embarrassed her a bit. "I told her that I would let her make love to me. That, ... if I liked it, ... I would try it on her." "Try what? Making love to her?" I asked. She bit her thumb, grinning like a naughty school girl. She nodded, testing my reaction. My big smile answered her question. "Yeah? You think I should?" "What? Try it? Or like it?" I asked. She giggled. "Well, both." I nodded, growing seriously aroused. I pulled her to me and kissed her deep and wet, my tongue easing into her mouth. She sucked on it and caressed it with hers, by now on her hands and knees. She moved around a bit and I scooted towards the bottom of the bed, both of us heading for a 69. I turned to see her sexy, strong thigh lift up and over me, exposing that gorgeous pussy, swollen and open as it lowered to my mouth. I reached around and took gently hold of her bottom in both hands, pulling her tighter. My tongue immediately pushed into her slick, tight cunt. I moaned loudly as her lips slipped, warm and wet over the head of my cock and I felt the interior of her mouth caress every inch of me as she pushed me in deep. I felt her stomach lurch and she gagged, but she didn't withdraw. She gagged again and then quickly again before drawing off, panting through her nose. I stroked my fingers over her vagina and anus, as I sucked her clit and hood into my mouth, tonguing it gently, slowly. She moaned at that. We lay like that for a long time enjoying each other's intimate parts, tasting, smelling, feeling, looking, and touching each other. Mother and son, exploring each other, in the most intimate way possible; each the sexy genitals of the other. I was loving the sensation of having my mother grinding her nude wet pussy into my face, as she choked and gagged and tried to swallow my hard cock. 'Incest is heaven', I thought to myself. I worked the index finger of one hand into her vagina and the index finger of the other into her tight, sexy ass. She let my cock fall from her lips to flop heavily onto my stomach as she expelled a loud, "Ooooooohhhhhhh fffffuuuuucccckkk!!! Yes! Yes!! Yes!!! Oooooooohhhhhh ffffuuuuccckkk!" I felt an easing of the tightness around the finger in her pussy as her vagina swelled in orgasm. "Oh! Andy! Oh! Andy, sweet love!" She was really panting hard now as she soaked my chin with her juice. I moaned loudly into her pussy, her clit sucked into my mouth. "Ffffffuuuuucccckkk!" she moaned again. Abruptly, she rose up off me, my fingers yanked from her tight sockets. "Oh fuck baby! I need you in me. I need that gorgeous cock in me. Give me that sexy cock! My son's sexy cock." She moved off me but just knelt on the bed next to me. She wanted it from behind. My cock lurched a bit harder at the thought. I scrambled to my knees and knelt between her calves. Her gorgeous round hips and bottom were raised up at me; her pussy open and ready. It was such a sexy, lewd display of my mother's charms, that I felt a quick shudder run through me. As I moved forward I noticed her hand held out between her legs, awaiting my cock. I dropped it into her palm and she moaned at the contact. "Oh yes, sweetie, give me that big cock. Fuck your mother sweetheart. Be a good boy and fuck your mother hard and deep." She guided me to her opening. There was no need for overture; I rammed it in deep and hard the first stroke. She 'ooomphed' as I hit bottom. "Oh yes, baby! Be a good boy for Mommy! Give her all that juicy, sweet cock!! Mmmmmm yes! That's it baby, be a good boy for me. That's right. Treat Mommy's pussy right. Fuck it hard and deep. Mmmm. Fuck your mother darling, fuck your loving mother." I grabbed her hips tight and slam-banged for a solid 5 minutes, loving the way she took it. Mom was made for this. Mom was made for high-speed racing! Her hand came up again and cupped my swinging balls. "Oh yeah! Slap my clit with these big balls, baby. What a good boy you're being! Yes you are. You are being so good for Mommy, aren't you Andy?" "Yes I am. If my Mommy wants a good, hard fucking, then I'm the guy to do it!" "Mmmmmmmm yes." She giggled, then moaned at the jack-hammering her pussy was getting. "Oohh God! Oh God!! Oh God!!" "Cum baby!" She told me, demanding. "Shoot my pussy full of that sweet warm creamy cum!! Give me what I want, baby. Give me what I want. Flood me with your sperm, lover. My lover. My son. My lover!" She sounded delirious. I kept hammering but was slowing the tempo a bit. I was getting close. "Yes." I managed, with a voice that sounded so strained, it sounded like someone had me by the throat! "Oh yes! I gonna cum!" I was almost shrieking. Every muscle and sinew was taught as I came closer and closer. "Oh fuck! I gonna cum!" Mom was just moaning. Her face was lying on the bed. Her tits were on the bed. Her ass was stuck so lewdly up in the air, her back looked bent at 90 degrees. I loved her sexy bottom, as I held it in a death grip. The world slowed. The room fell almost silent. My movements slowed way down as my orgasm raced up the hill to the pinnacle! Slowly I withdrew almost completely, waited motionless for a second and then, as the cum squirted out the tip of my cock, I rammed it back in her. I heard someone screaming aloud, realizing quickly that it was me. I didn't care or stop. I withdrew and slammed home, withdrew and slammed home, withdrew and slammed home. Each time shooting a huge gush of cum into my mother's vagina. It simply displaced, squirting back out around my thick shaft and ran slowly down her lips and my balls. --- My eyes opened. They were unfocussed. There was a shape. There was a noise. I frowned at not recognizing something that felt so familiar. Concern? Worry? The noise was a voice. Mom's voice. Where the fuck was I? My vision cleared. It was mom's voice. She looked mad. No, she looked scared. She was mumbling. "What?" I asked her. "Are you okay, sweetie?" she asked. I had to think. 'Was I?' Why was I so fuzzy? "Are you okay?" she asked again, the concern in her voice evident. "What happened?" I finally managed. "You passed out and fell out of bed." I realized that I had. It came back to me in a rush. I came in Mom's pussy, and then woke up here. "Are you okay?" she asked a third time. "Yeah. Fine." I told her, sitting up. "Holy shit! What an orgasm!" She maintained her alarmed look for a beat and then a wide smile grin broke out of her face. "Holy cow, Sweetheart! When you fuck you really give it your all!" "Yes I do." I leaned up and kissed her mouth. "When it's you I'm fucking, I do." She helped me up and back into bed. She related the fact that I flooded her pussy, screaming out loud, then went totally silent. As she turned to look, I rolled to the side, took one bounce on the mattress and flew like a marionette onto the floor. I hadn't made a sound as I went, but scared her when I landed so hard on the wood floor; my head had made a loud thwack as it hit the wood. I laid back in bed to the gorgeous sight of my mother, kneeling nude, pussy and tits on full display, hand over her mouth as she giggled a bit at my misfortune. "I think I will never get over the incredible thrill of simply being allowed to see you naked". Her giggling melted into a warm smile as she crawled up and over me and lay down on me full length. She felt light as a feather. Her head was nestled under my chin, and her arms encircled me. We lay like that until we fell asleep. My phone dinging again, woke us. It was noon. Bleary-eyed, I reached for the phone. I had to blink a few times to see the screen. Mom dozed on, still laying nude on top of me. 'What are you 2 doing?' came a text from Mari. 'I M Xctied 2 No.' followed shortly. I pushed the call button. "Allo." Came the lilting reply. "Hi sweetie. How are you?' "Oh Awndy!" she whispered. "I cannot stand eet." "Vat are you two doing now?" "Just laying here. Mom's sleeping." "Did you ... fuck with her." She whispered low and excited. "Did you love your mother Szhudy?" I was taken aback at her bold question, but answered quietly, "Yes." I heard Mari gasp as if that was the sexiest thing she'd ever heard. She told me that she wished she could see it. I told her that I did too. After a long pause she wondered if she could see it. I told her that I would love that. "Oh my fuck, Awndy!" she whispered a scream into the phone. "I am so wet in my pussy!" "Tell her to come here." Mom said, without moving, obviously not asleep, and listening. "Mom says to come here." "Oh my fuck, Awndy!" she whispered another scream. "I will come to you just now. I will leave work now!" The phone went dead instantly. I pictured her hanging up the phone, yanking off her work uniform, and dashing for her bike, all at the same moment. I held the slient phone to my ear for a second longer, confirming that she was, in fact, gone. "She's on her way, isn't she?" Mom asked, still not moving. I leaned down to catch her eye and simple smiled and nodded. Smiled and nodded. --- I was sipping tea, wearing a towel. Mom was in the shower when the bell rang. "Marianne must have ridden like the wind', I thought, slightly irked that it might be someone else. I cracked the door to find no one there. Looking out a bit more I saw Mari standing all the way at the bottom of my stairs by the street, looking up anxiously at me. She looked frightened and out of place. "What are you doing down there?" I called to her, confused. She simply shook her head. She looked ready to flee, but then steeled herself and climbed the stairs again. She stood very close looking up at me, dressed in her black slacks, with the huge cuffs, shiny, tiny, patent leather shoes, black button down dress shirt, tight across her breasts; straight from work I noted. After a moment I took her in my arms and we embraced there on my stoop, wearing my towel. The day had turned quite lovely. I ushered her inside. In my living room, I drew her into my arms again. We held each other rocking slowly. Nothing was said as she buried her face in my chest and I kissed the top of her head. One hand stroked the swell of her hip. I could feel the fullness of her tits against me. Her fingertips wiggled into the wrap of my towel, feeling my hips. "Good morning Marianne." came the lilting voice from behind me. We both turned to see Mom, emerging from the bathroom. She was casually drying her hair with a towel. Aside from that she was completely nude! Beautifully, sexily, comfortably, nude. Mari and I just gaped at her as she crossed the room to us. Mom kissed me when she got close, and then took Mari's hand and pulled her from me. "Hello sweet girl." She told her and then Mom wrapped her arms around my girlfriend and kissed her mouth softly, but lingering. You Know I Can See You, Right? Ch. 08 After a moment's hesitation, Mari's hands came slowly up and rested on Mom's hips. As their soft kiss lingered more, Mari's hands eased around to take hold of Mom's bottom, eliciting a soft, approving moan. Their kiss became more passionate, as Mari's hands explored from Mom's bottom to her shoulders and back; Mom did the same. I stood there rooted to the spot, overcome with the magic of this moment. I didn't want to make a sound and break this incredible spell. Finally their lips parted. I noticed Mom's tongue remained extended for just a moment before her eyes opened. Mom was maybe 3" taller than Mari. Their eyes were locked as gentle, loving smiles crossed their lips. Slowly Mari's gaze dropped to Mom's breasts. Both her hands slid up her back and then pulled her closer. Mari bent only slightly, her lips closed softly on Mom's right nipple. Mom's eyes rolled closed and she held onto Mari for support, moaning softly. I was afforded another incredible sight, as my adorable French girlfriend, fully clothed, suckled the nipple of my mother's breast, while she stood nude in my living room. Mom ran her fingers gently through Mari's hair as she reveled in the thrill of having Mari lick her nipple. Mari's hand came up and gently squeezed the breast that she was sucking on. I stood watching for a bit and then came up behind Mari and took gentle hold of her hips. I felt Mom's hand come down, and with one little tug, my towel fluttered to the floor. Now Mari was surrounded front and back by her nude boyfriend and her boyfriend's nude mother. Mom took a hold of Mari's head and guided her mouth to the other nipple. "Yes. That's it sweetheart. Suck that one too." She whispered to her. Mari's other hand came up and now both of Mom's perfect tits was being squeezed and fondled by my girlfriend's little hands. "Mmm that feels wonderful darling!" Mom's hand found my cock and was stroking it. "Yes. My sweet young lovers. You both feel so good. You make me feel so good." Mari returned to kissing Mom's lips after spending a long time at her tits. Mom began to slowly edge backwards towards the couch. The three of us stumbled a bit as we struggled not to break contact, as we moved with Mom. Mom gently sat down and held Mari's hips, her fingers entwined with mine. My cock was bursting as I pushed it against Mari's sexy back. Mom was running her hands over the outside of Mari's clothes, exploring and feeling her body. One hand that came around behind her, took a hold of my cock and gave a tug. She pulled me around the side of Mari until it came into view. Mom took Mari's hand and guided it to my cock. She gave a cute little mewling sound like a kitten and the feel of my hardness. She squeezed it and felt along its length, measuring. She turned to look, to take in the view of what was in her hand. "Mmmmm Awndy, you are so thick." I noticed Mom's hands now holding and squeezing Mari's big tits through her shirt. Mom was sitting just in front of her and I was right at her hip. I watched Mari look down at Mom, then at my cock, then at Mom. "You enjoy to kiss it?" Mari asked. Neither of us knew what she was referring to. Mom, bless her, before she thought about it blurted, "Kiss what sweetie?' "Kiss Awndy's cock?" Mari asked. Mom had a brief, stricken look, she was found out. She relaxed almost immediately, Of course she was found out. "I love to kiss Andy's big, beautiful cock." "Mmmmm. C'est tres grande, oui?" Mari asked. "I have not seen very many. And none so, ... 'beau'? How you say?" Mom looked at me with a questioning look. "Handsome?" I translated. Both girls gave an 'aha' kind of look at the translation, then immediately thought, 'yes, handsome.' Mom blurted first. "Yes! Handsome. Andy has a very handsome cock. I love it. "Mmmmm, oui!" Mari sighed. "Handsome. Kiss it?" she asked Mom. Mom looked up at her unsure. "Do you enjoy to kiss it? His handsome cock?" Mom simply nodded. "Show me for it?" Mari asked her. Mom moved her full attention to my cock, Taking it gently in both hands and stroking the length. "Oh Marianne, sweetie. It is so handsome, it feels so wonderful. I love my son's handsome cock." Mari was watching intently. Mom leaned over and wrapped her exquisite lips around the head. I felt a shudder ripple through Mari as she watched this erotic, incestuous display. Mom began to bob on me, my cock appearing and disappearing, deeper and deeper. Finally she opened wide and pushed down hard, until it was obvious that I was lodged at the back of her mouth, the opening to her throat. "Oooh la la." Mari uttered quietly. Mom pushed harder, gagged hard but swallowed the entire length. "Mon Dieu!!" Mari whispered. "Regardez ça!!! Dans sa Gorge!!" Mari sat down on the couch next to Mom to watch more closely. "This I cannot do." She whispered. "You are too beeg for me, Awndy." "Yiou know, that's what I first thought." Mom said after withdrawing me from her soggy mouth. "Andy turns me on so much though." Mom turned to look at Mari. "Would you like some?" Mari eyes were fixed on my cock. She appeared a bit unsure. "Try it sweetie." Mom cooed. "Taste Andy's sweet cock." Mari hesitated for a while and then slowly leaned forward and gently, tentatively kissed the head. She pulled back fully to look at it, then to me, then back to it. She kissed it again and then gently again. After another tentative delay she then wrapped her lips gently around me. It was such a tender contact, after Mom's rugged sucking, that I swooned. Mari was incredibly beautiful with my thick penis in her mouth. "Oh yeah, Mari. Oh sweetheart! That feels so good." My thighs were trembling a bit as I leaned forward to give her access to me. Mom put her arm around Mari's shoulder. "Yes, Marianne. Suck my son's beautiful penis, baby." Mari's eyes rolled closed and she took more of me. "Yes, that's it sweetheart. Doesn't he feel so big in your mouth?" Mari drew me out. A big drool of spittle ran down her chin and she quickly moved to wipe it. She was nodding her answer to the question. "Dieu! You are very beeg Awndy. Your cock is very, very beeg!" "Suck him some more sweetie. May I take your clothes off?" Mari nedded as she went back to town working and struggling to get half of me in her mouth, as Mom reached around and unbuttoned her shirt, pulling it off her. Mari's mouth never left my cock as she pulled her arms free. Once free her hands came up to caress my thighs and balls. Marianne was wearing a sexy black, completely sheer, demi-cup bra, that allowed the top of her areolas to show above the cup. Her nipples were almost popping out. Mom's hand came up and cupped them both, holding, squeezing, and measuring them; size and weight. As Mom toyed with them, both nipples did pop out, appearing over the tops of the cups, erect and perfect. Her nipples were kind of a dark tan, brown, whereas Mom's were a deep pink color. One quick flick of the clasp and Mari's bra was history. Mom returned to playing with them, perfectly happy to explore her new toys; the breasts of her soon-to-be lesbian lover/son's girlfriend. I was enthralled to the point of getting close to cumming, watching Mari suck my cock and Mom play with her tits at the same time. "Help her up." Mom said, breaking the silent reverie. I took Mari's hands and stood her up, kissing her lips. Mom busied herself with undoing Mari's pants and working them down and off her. Mari was wearing a matching thong to the bra; tiny, black, sheer and sexy. Mom kissed both of her cheeks as she worked her finger into the waistband and began to draw them down. I stood back a bit to watch and noticed that Mari was completely shaved. No tiny patch, no landing strip, just bare as a 10 year old. As I was taking in this sight I noticed Mom's hand appearing from behind, between her thighs. Her hand turned up, cupped Mari's adorable little pussy lips and slowly drew back, stroking her pussy as it went. Mom did it again, and then again. Mari's eyes were closed and she was visibly shaking. "Oh Marianne, sweetie, you feel so good!! So wet and warm!! I've only ever touched my own pussy, but I love yours." She leaned in and kissed her bottom. I kissed Mari on the mouth, returning her to reality. I took her hand and led her, and Mom by extension, to the bedroom. Mom never let go her hand as she sat on the bed and drew Mari close. Mari held her head to her tummy as Mom ran her hands all over this lovely young girl's body. Mari let go my hand to hold Mom's head to her with both hands. I stood back a bit, achingly excited, eager to see where this would lead. Mom pulled her down a bit so that she could lick and suckle both of Mari's tits. She repeated what she had just done in the living room; cupping them both, holding, squeezing, and measuring them. Now she leaned forward and sucked as much of her breast in her mouth as she could. Mari expelled a huge moaning sigh at this new stimulation. Back and forth from breast to breast Mom went as Mari began to shudder again. Mom released her and climbed backwards onto the bed, looking so turned on and erotic that Mari crawled over her trancelike. They kissed and Mom arms and legs went around my girlfriend's body, pulling her close. Mom's hands squeezing Mari's adorable bottom was such a fucking turn on!! They kissed and Frenched and rubbed against each other for a long time, enjoying this newfound sensation. Mom pulled and pulled, moving her body farther and farther up until Mari, getting the idea, adjusted herself so that she was straddling Mom's head, looking down into her eyes. Mom was on fire and she grabbed Marianne's cute butt and pulled her pussy down onto her face. Mom literally disappeared under Mari's bald pussy, devouring her with such abandon that Mari cried out loudly. My mother ate my girlfriend's pussy for a long while, through 2 powerful orgasms. Mari moved off her at one point, forcing a break from Mom's insistent mouth. I thought they might be done, but after catching her breath, Mari leaned down kissed my Mom's soggy face, and then spun quickly around and dropped onto her in the sexiest 69 I've ever seen. Both my girls went at each other like rabid sluts, finger-fucking, sucking and slurping, and moaning loudly into each other's pussies. The orgasms seemed countless as they began to string together; the gentle slow loving having given way to lust-filled abandon. "Come!" Mari suddenly demanded of me. I looked up from this sexy tableau to notice that she was looking at me. She extended her hand out to me. "Come!" she repeated. I moved closer. "Show me! Show me that handsome cock, fucking your beautiful mother!" I was starting to be concerned that every aching erection I would ever have, from now on, would hurt this much, from being so hard, so long. I moved onto the bed and Mari guided me to a position, kneeling between Mom's thighs. Mari sucked my cock with passion for a short while, before guiding it to the opening of my Mom's vagina. "Oh yes, Awndy! Do it! Show me! Let me watch you in her; in your mother!" The head was poised right at her opening. I noticed that Mom wasn't even moving, awaiting my penetration. " Oui, Oui, Dans, dans! Le mettre dans!! Put it in!" She was moaning, almost crying she was so turned on. "Show me how you fuck your sexy mother!" I couldn't help myself another minute. I jammed it in her. Again she orgasmed, both from watching our naughty, incestuous display and Mom's oral attention on her pussy. Either way, she gave a keening wail and flopped around as I fucked Mom's pussy. We were all mashed together, arms, legs, Mari's head as I bucked and jammed my cock in and out. Mari was keeping up a running dialogue in French, most of which I missed, but it was apparent that she was excited as we were; maybe more. Mari's hands grabbed my hips and pushed and pulled, forcing me to go faster, harder, deeper. "Oh fuck me, sweetie!" Mom wailed from under my girlfriend. Mari moved off her and moved around to scoot in behind Mom and hold her in her arms as I continued to pound her tight little pussy. "Oh my god, Andy! Your cock is so wonderful!" she sounded like she was crying, which I then noticed that she was. Her orgasm went on and on as she gently wept in Mari's tight embrace. I came slowly to a stop and just kneeling there, between her legs as she caught her breath. We all lay like that for a time, until Mari gently moved down to kiss Mom's lips. Then she moved to kiss mine. "Oh Mari." Mom whispered in a deep satisfied moan, "You have to let Andy fill your perfect little pussy with this cock." Mari gave me a slightly frightened glance. My eyebrows furrowed at this reaction. Mari averted her gaze from mine and moved to stand up. "I must use the toilet." she said heading for the bathroom. Mom noticed my concerned look as I watched her exit the room. "What?" she whispered to me, with a look of gentle unease. I just shrugged my shoulders, as I watched the empty doorway. Mom turned to look in that direction. I lay down next to Mom and we kissed and I played with her nipple as we waited for Marianne to rejoin us. "Coffee?" came a lilting voice from my kitchen. Mom and I exchanged concerned looks as we wondered what was up. We had both fully expected Mari to rejoin us in bed for the fucking that we had both waited so long to experience. Mari stayed busy in the kitchen until we both rose and joined her in the other room, the three of us standing around nude. We made no inquiry into her apparent change of heart, but let her work through her thoughts until she could explain. Once we all had a cup of coffee, sipping it nude in the kitchen, she glanced back and forth between us, even occasionally to my semi-erect penis. Still we simply waited. Finally she asked us to join her back in my living room on the couch. We gathered, me on one end, my mother practically in my lap, Mari on the other end; a comfortable distance. Finally, after a long silence, Mari began to relate more details of her past. She was a little afraid of having sex with me, because she was not 100% sure how she would actually respond. She wanted to make love with me, with us, but her insides were churning like the sea in a storm. In her broken, funny, charming, English she told us about her past. Marianne had begun to run away from home at 13. Life in her house had become so intolerable that she would leave and head off down the road, only to be found, by her abusive father, beaten horribly and dragged home again. One such trip away from home she had stayed overnight in an abandoned factory building outside Lyon, to escape a pouring rain. Five boys from the nearby village had found her there and raped her repeatedly, beating her to a bloody mess as they did so. Afterwards, before dawn, they had carried her to the marina and dumped her limp, half-naked body in the ocean. She had barely managed to swim to the rocks of the jetty and lay shivering until morning. She lay there barely conscious, praying for death, but it did not come. The following morning, she limped home, only to be found halfway there by her father who, for once, did not add to the beating; that came later. Her mother did her best to treat the vicious bite marks around her budding nipples, and the cuts and bruises around her crotch. Internally her vagina had been so abraded that walking was agony. For the weeks following, her father continued an abusive stream of name calling and beatings, over the fact that she was such a slut to have sex with 5 boys at once. He didn't believe her story that they had forced her. He remained convinced that she had wanted it. Sluts like her deserved whatever they got, he reminded her again and again. His drinking got worse and everyone in the family received increased abuse. Mari was quietly blamed for this as well. Her mother had finally had it, and shortly after Mari's father left for work one morning, had gathered her brood and swept them, and their ragged collection of baggage, to the train station. They left for Nice. Their father never came looking. Mari never saw him again. She did continue to run away, her mother never coming to look for her. Mari would return home a few days later, hungry and tired. Mother would take her in, but never was happy to see here return. The few days away turned into weeks away, then months, then one day Mari left forever. As far as she knew her mother and siblings lived within 30 minutes of her but she never saw them; they never looked for her. My mother and I sat there, pouring out silent tears, listening to this further tale of woe, from a girl that we had come to adore, but didn't really know. We anguished over the utter aloneness of this beautiful young girl. Worse than the fact that she was alone, her story was agonizingly painful. We sat there looking at her as she gazed into her cup of cold coffee. Mari had related the story with such a remarkably dry-eyed, matter-of-fact reporting; disconnected, as if remembering someone else's story. When Mom reached out and gently touched her foot, breaking her reverie, she looked up to see us both openly weeping for her. It took a moment to register that we cared, cared deeply, before her face broke, chin trembling, eyes tearing, and she scrambled into my mother's loving arms, wailing a cry that shattered both our hearts. It was as if a dam, long held together by sheer force of will, suddenly burst. Mari buried her face in my mother's bosom and wailed, in a cry that was so long overdue, nothing could suppress it; it just needed to release. We both held her and rocked in unison. The couch shook with her gasping for breath before crying out a new long wail, again and again. I was overcome with a mixture of complete adoration for this girl, hatred of her father, rage at her family, fury at the boys that ruined such a precious young girl, and a burning sense of indignation that screamed out for vengeance. I thought that this must be the most exposed she had ever been in her life. Nude on my couch, having revealed a past that had no doubt been kept tightly hidden all her life, pouring out emotions that had been pent up for many years. I adored her. My mother cradled her like a child, her child. Mari clung to her like the mother she dreamt of but never had. After a long time spent quietly rocking Mari, her crying stopped and she fell asleep. We carried her to my bed and tucked her in. We sat on opposite sides, watching her quiet breathing as she slept. Finally, we left her in bed and moved back to the Living Room to relax and make lunch. The day, which had begun with such passion and sexual excitement, had become almost funereal. We had dressed a bit and ate quietly while Mari slept. It was 2 in the afternoon when she emerged sleepily, beautifully nude from my bedroom and walked silently to me and hugged me. She then hugged Mom. She apologized for having spoiled our lovely morning. "Oh, Marianne, sweetheart, no, no!" Mom soothed. She held her hand out and Mari went immediately to her, chin trembling a bit. Mom pulled her into her for a hug and I moved in from behind and we cradled her between us. "I am so sorry for you." Mom whispered in her ear. "I am so sorry for you." "You're safe here with us." I added from behind. At this, Mari turned to look into my eyes. She seemed to be searching me to see if that was true. She seemed filled with doubt about that. "You're safe here with us." I repeated. "Truly?" she asked. "Oh sweetheart," Mom added, "of course you are! You are with us now." Mari turned to her with the same almost unbelieving look, like it was too much to hope for. It was the look of someone whose entire life had been filled with disappointment and lies. "You are safe with us." She and my mother shared a long look, Mari wanting desperately to believe, Mom smiling her assurance. "Oh sweetheart. My girl. My beautiful girl." Mari collapsed into her arms. You Know I Can See You, Right? Ch. 08 We moved back to the couch and quietly talked about her revelation, avoiding details, not wanting to upset her further and I not wanting to feel the overpowering anger that had flooded me earlier; I could feel it starting. Mari related another detail of her past. She had, for a time, been taken in by a woman, Frédérique, who had been 59 when she was 14. They had been lovers. She taught Mari about love and sex and how to care about others. Mari had called her Fred as she was a bit masculine. She had been a tender lover and had become almost like a mother to Mari. For 2 years she had lived with Fred, caring for her as her health failed. Fred had never revealed her cancer to Mari, until she got so bad she needed to go to the hospital and the doctor disclosed her condition and the fact that she would never return home. Mari had once again been emotionally devastated, after the funeral. Fred's family who had basically rejected her lifestyle, now swooped in to lay claim to Fred's meager possessions, not the least of which was the house. Mari was tossed. On the street alone, again, at 16. Then there had been Flavian, the store owner, who after many thefts, arrests, then dropping the charges, had become a friend, had also died leaving her alone. I began to realize the depths of the layers of self-protection that Mari had developed, just to survive emotionally. It would not be easy for any of us to break these down. I felt determined to try. Later we all dressed for dinner and headed to the Bistro for dinner. It had been an emotionally, as well and sexually exhausting day. Diner was subdued but far more relaxed, even sharing sexy looks and winks, warming again to the thrill of being in one another's intimate company. Strolling back to my place, Mari made an offhand comment about the story of her rape. I asked what became of the boys that did it. One boy was killed 2 years later. He had been doing something stupid, playing near the TGV tracks and had been neatly cut in two by the train. The parts had been found almost 2 miles apart. Two of the boys were in jail; 25 years and 45 years for committing robbery and firing a gun in the process. France frowned on that. The 4th boy Luc owned a grocery in the next town that his parents left him. The 5th, Pierre owned a car dealership here in town. Mom and I shared a look across the top of her as we walked home. Once at home I needed the bathroom. When I emerged, I noted that the room was dark but for a number of candles lit, I peeked out into the Living Room to see Mom and Mari topless, kneeling on the couch, kissing and stroking each other's backs. For someone that had never done this , and wasn't sure how she would like it, Mom sure seemed to take to her new lesbian lover with gusto. I remained quietly in the dark as I watched them undress each other further, until they were both nude and wildly aroused. Mom pulled Mari close and whispered in her ear. Mari gave an incredulous look and turned towards the window. Mom rose and, taking her hand, led her to the window. They opened it and stood in full view of the street. I leaned out a bit to see them wave to the neighbor again and then hug and kiss passionately. 'Oh my god!' I thought, 'my neighbor is either going to collapse dead, or call the cops'. I could see them turned to him again and, playing with each other's breasts, simply watch him. They stood there a long time, watching. I undressed completely, quietly and crept over to them on tip toes. "What are you watching?" I whispered. I peeked around them to see him standing there with his pants down and cock out, jerking off for them. "Your neighbor is quite friendly." Mom whispered back. "Appréciez-vous la série, monsieur pervers?" Mari called to him, asking 'Mister Pervert' if he was enjoying the show. He simply nodded and smiled. Noticing me there, she called out louder, "Mon Amant est là. Bonne nuit." 'My lover is here. Goodnight.' We moved to my bed, Mari appearing to wonder if she should head home. Mom picked up on this subtle look. "You are staying with us tonight, yes?" "If ..." she hesitated, a bit unsure, "... If you would like it?" Mom nodded, I smiled. "In the cases, I would very much like to stay viz you tonight in Awndy's bed. Your bed." she corrected herself, referring to Mom, now being my other lover. We climbed in and made out again for awhile. "So." Mom began with Marianne. "Are you ready for Andy's big, hard penis in you?" Mari's eyes burned with excitement, but flickered with a bit of trepidation. Again Mom picked up on this subtle look. "May I ask you something, sweetheart?" Mari turned to her and nodded. "When is the last time you were with a man? I mean, with a man that way?" Mari's eyes cast back and forth between us. She was weighing her response. "Apart from those 5 boys I tell you of before now, ..." she hesitated. "Apart from these boys ... I have never ..." Mom's eyebrows raised in wonder. "I have not been ... I have had no man inside." My head fell off! My heart was pounding. This beautiful, lovely, sexy young woman, apart from being gang-raped at 13, was in all other ways, a virgin!!! She looked back and forth from me to Mom and back. Neither of us could think of what to say. The idea that I was to be her first, perhaps not technically, but certainly emotionally, her first lover was a bit daunting. I admit that my pounding erection softened a bit at the import of this newest information. This was a way bigger deal than I had thought it might be. "If that is the case," Mom suddenly stated gently, "then we need to do this very differently." Her serious look softened a bit and a broad smile grew on her face. "I have an idea. I think though that we should sleep now and begin again tomorrow?" Mari and I were both good with this plan. It was by now almost 2:00 AM, we were tired, emotionally worn out and not ready to do the deed quite yet. We all kissed a bunch cuddled up like a pile of puppies and were immediately asleep. As I drifted off I wondered what Mom had in store. To be continued ... You Know I Can See You, Right? Ch. 09 Mom had asked if Marianne was ready for my cock. Mari's eyes burned with excitement, but flickered with a bit of trepidation. Mom picked up on this subtle look. "May I ask you something, sweetheart? When is the last time you were with a man? Marianne admitted that aside from being raped at 13 she was in all other ways, a virgin!!! The idea that I was to be her first, perhaps not technically, but certainly emotionally, her first lover was a bit daunting. "If that is the case," Mom suddenly stated gently, "then we need to do this very differently." Her serious look softened a bit and a broad smile grew on her face. "I have an idea. I think though that we should sleep now and begin again tomorrow?" Saturday morning broke bright and clear. The sun was not yet up when I snuck out of bed from between the 2 of my sexy lovers and strode naked to the kitchen to make coffee. I noticed that, though my cock wasn't hard exactly, it was very thick and full feeling. I had been in an almost constant state of arousal since Mom had arrived in France. I replayed the events of the past few days in my head, grinning and at the absurdity of the situation and the incredible good fortune that I was experiencing lately. I flashed on the likelihood that I would be inserting this very penis into Mari sometime today or tomorrow latest. I had dreamed of this since the night I first met her. I then recalled the details of her earlier life which sobered me up no end, and deflated my penis a bit. "Fuckin' Hell!" I whispered aloud at the recollection of the details. I felt gutted for her. I leaned my elbows on the sink and held my head in my hands and fresh tears came anew at the recollection of her agony. I could scarcely imagine a life so filled with such tragedy; this beautiful young girl that I had come to love, had been through such deep despair and yet had been so upbeat and full of life the entire time I knew her. I realized that I didn't really know her at all. That kind of strength, of such emotional muscle, made me feel quite inadequate by comparison. Arms slipping silently around me made me jump. "Bonjour, mon amour." Marianne whispered into my ear. I was so surprised I turned to face her, my tears forcing the smile from her face, replacing it with a look of deep concern. "Awndy? Something is the ... injury?" she asked funnily, yet sincerely. I simply looked into her eyes, wanting more than anything to devote my life to making up for her first 18 years of life. Her look became alarmed when I did not immediately respond. "Oh, Marianne. You sweet, beautiful, wonderful girl." I told her softly. I pulled her perfect, naked frame firmly in my arms. "It makes me so happy that you are here with me; with us." Her angelic smile slowly returned. Our eyes fixed on each other for a bit, and she wiped the tears from mine. "I was just thinking about what you told us yesterday, about your life, your family." Her smile faltered a bit at the memory, and she placed her head against my chest. "Would you be a part of our family?" I asked her without thought to the true import of what I was asking. Being so close to her had a tendency to melt my rational mind. Mari's face jerked back and her eyes came immediately to mine with a look of such seriousness, that I was afraid I had insulted her. I racked my brain to think what I had done to upset her. Her eyes misted over and her chin began to quiver. "Mari, ... sweetheart, ..." I began. Her arms fairly crushed me as she wrapped them tightly around me and her head fell forward against me as she began crying in earnest. I replayed the last few moments, recalling what I had said. Would you be a part of our family? I had asked; innocently, impulsively. For someone with Mari's background it was like asking if she wanted to be saved from drowning. I stroked her back and simply held her. Her beautiful body racked from her heaving breathes. I held her tighter, and she crushed me even tighter, fairly cracking a rib. Her sobbing woke my mother, whose face appeared at the bedroom door. She at first gave me a look as if to question what I had done to upset her, but then softened into real concern for our dear little friend. Silently she crossed the room and pressed up against Mari from behind "Sweetheart, baby, what's wrong?" Mom's eyes came up to mine still questioning silently. Mari tried to say my name, but with her heaving sobs and face pressed into my chest it was unintelligible. "I asked her if she wanted to be a part of our family." I told mom in a quiet voice. Mom's look instantly told me that she understood the import of what I had said, particularly to this broken, fragile woman/child. Mom's expression, as she gazed into my eyes first indicated 'What the hell were you thinking?', then instantly morphed into, 'Well of course." In that instant she realized that what we were building, emotionally, was far deeper than a simple fuck. She realized that both of us wanted her. To be in our lives, to share our lives; be family. We both wanted and needed her as much as she wanted and needed us. Her concerned look dissolved into one of such understanding maternal love that I gathered her into our embrace as tightly as I could. We stood there for a long time, until Mari composed herself and we eased our tight grip. Mari hung her head for a bit, seemingly ashamed at her show of emotion. This was something she never showed to anyone outwardly. From over her shoulder Mom took her chin and gently turned and raised her face and kissed her. I watched the sweetest, most emotional, most loving kiss I had ever seen pass between them. They separated a few inches and then gazed into each other's eyes. "Would you be a part of our family?" Mom asked her. Mari bit her lower lip, still staring deeply into my mother's eyes. Mom simply smiled; the loving mother. "Truly?" Mari asked in the quietest, softest voice. Mom smiled wider and nodded. Mari turned to me. "Truly?" she asked me. I smiled and nodded. A long moment passed, before she disengaged from us and backed away, scarcely believing such a thing was possible for her. She had a look of both yearning to believe it was true and deep fear that it was not. Mom and I just stood there. Mari hugged herself, covering her breasts, appearing more emotionally naked than ever in her life. "Truly?" she asked again, quietly. "Please, sweetheart," Mom asked, "please be a part of us, part of our family." "I want you Mari." I stated quietly. "I want you forever." Mari's doubtful expression slowly melted away as a small smile grew. She then closed the distance between us in a flash, wrapping her arms around us and holding us both tightly. She was trembling with excitement, and sort of bouncing up and down a bit. Her face came up to ours and she smiled wide, eyes wet, not trusting her voice to speak, as she twisted her look back and forth between us. We just hugged her and hugged her. After all the years, all the agony, all the struggle, she was finally 'home' in our arms. 'She' was now 'us'. Mari pulled my face to hers and kissed me passionately, deeply, then did the same to Mom. She then pulled us back into the embrace with her in the middle, nuzzling her face in my chest and reaching around to pull Mom in close behind her. We both kissed the top of her head and her shoulders and neck, and each other. Mom gave me a look that was so serene, so loving, so filled with the deepest Mother-Love, that my eyes moistened again. Our family had grown by one. We stood like that for a long while, the three of us nude together, a mother and her two children, her loving son and a sexy new 'daughter/lover'. Finally we began to move apart. I reached down and took hold of Mari's gorgeous bottom in both hands. As I pulled her close, both she and Mom lifted her so that her legs came up and around me. We kissed deeply, my head now tilted up slightly, due to her raised position. Mom stood there and kissed her shoulder as I felt her hand slipping down between us and stroking my hard cock and Mari's warm, wet labia. Mari moaned into my mouth as her tongue made love to mine. Mom stepped back a bit to watch us and then she turned to the task of making coffee. Mari nuzzled my neck happily, as I watched my mother. Mom casually moved about my kitchen, completely, beautifully nude, her sexy bottom bouncing slightly with each step, her gorgeous, perfect breasts swaying slightly as she set about filling the kettle and measuring coffee into the grinder. I realized that I would never, could never, tire of this exquisite, naughty, incestuous display. My cock was raging hard by now, and Mari worked her pussy against it. A short while later I was afforded another gorgeous sight, of Mom laying back into one corner of the couch, and Mari moving around between her legs, laying back against her and Mom's hand coming around to cup and caress Mari's perfect breast. My nude mother simply toyed with her nipple and sipped her coffee as Mari nibbled the tail end of a crepe with jam. Mari reached down to pull one of Mom's legs over hers, entwining them in the sexiest way. Mari had a look of complete and total bliss on her face. Mom smiled at me as I made more crepes in the kitchen, my boner leading the way at every turn. I was standing at the sink washing some dishes, watching as Mom played with both of Mari's nipples as she gently writhed in her lap. Mom was apparently grinding her pussy into Mari's hip as they moved slowly together on my couch. "Be a love Andy," Mom began, "and drag your mattress out here." She indicated a sunny spot in the center of my living room, where the morning sun slanted in. I dried my hands, grinned at her and immediately went to the bedroom and grabbed it. I brought out a pile of pillows for us. "Put a pillow right here." She indicated the corner closest to them. She had me lay down facing them. She had Mari move so that she could get up. She then placed Mari comfortably in the same corner, facing right at me, one foot on the floor and one of the couch, affording me a beautiful view between her sexy legs. Her pussy lips were swollen and open. Her perfect hairless labia thick and moist like a gorgeous flower blossom. Mom came over and straddled my hips, stroking her hands over my back. I felt her wetness on my butt as her hips worked a bit back and forth. She and Mari shared a long look between them. "I want you to watch me and then you are going to do everything that I do, exactly as I do it." Her soft fingertips were stroking my skin, from my shoulders to my butt. It is time for you to experience the incredible thrill of having my son's beautiful penis inside your body, deep in your beautiful pussy, filling you, fucking you." Mom slid down and spread my legs open, straddling only one, as she gently teased me from my back to my butt and between my thighs. Her finger tips brushed my balls and the length of my penis, laying completely erect between my legs. "Mmmmm beautiful cock, sweetie." She kissed both cheeks of my butt. "Oh Mari, sweetheart, you are going to love this penis moving deeply in and out of your perfect vagina. I want you to enjoy it so much!! You are my little virgin girl and my sweet Andy is going to be your very first!" Mom directed me to roll over , which made my cock bob and weave as it waved up into the air. "Mmmmm yes, lover. Such a beautiful, big, hard, manly cock!" Mom took it gently in her hand and squeezed it, feeling the intensity of my erection. "Oh baby, you are so hard, too!" She stood it straight up and gently ran her fingertips over the length of me. "Oh Mari, darling, you are going to love the feel of the smooth skin, the firmness under it, the warmth coming off of Andy's big cock." I turned my head to look at Mari, who was wearing such an intense expression. She was studying every movement my mother made; memorizing it for a repeat of it when it was her turn. My attention was drawn back to Mom when I felt her sexy lips close over my cock. "Mmmmmm!!" Mom moaned loudly at the feel of me in her mouth. "Mmyi wwwove your hhhhockkk" Mom moaned around a mouthful of my thick penis in her mouth. Mom then sat up, using both hands to stroke and twist my now soggy, erect flesh. "My pussy is on fire sweetheart." She moved around a bit clumsily, not removing either hand from my erection, as she turned into a 69. I took hold her hips and helped her into the final position, as she dropped her drooling vagina onto my mouth; a luscious dollop of her wetness greeted my tongue as I swabbed it through her lips. My hands caressed my mother's beautiful hips and bottom as I devoured her pussy. I tilted my head back a bit and rolled my eyes up to see Marianne tugging hard on one nipple as she strummed her fingers over her clit. Mom was mashing her pussy down onto my face and she choked and gagged on my cock, taking it as deeply as she could. The loud moaning of her voice in orgasm was toned down by the fact that she had a mouthful of my cock, when she came all over my face. Mom let my cock slip from her lips as she ran a litany of verbal expressions of her ecstasy, as I continued to work her pussy with my mouth. "Oh Andy! Easy! Oh baby. My pussy, ..." she moaned loudly. "Oh baby, I can't take it!" I eased up, but continued kissing her swollen labia. Mom sat straight up above me, hands on my chest. "Oh my god, baby!" she panted. "That is so wonderful!" She moved off of me and sat down next to me, hip to hip, facing Mari. Her hands found my swollen meat and gently, tenderly stroked the length. "Alright Mari," Mom addressed her directly, "I want you to copy everything that I have done. Then, ..." she continued in the sexiest voice, "then I want you to do exactly this." Mom moved over me, straddling my thighs, continuing to stroke me. She moved up until my cock was lying on my stomach and she lowered her labia to it and stroked back and forth over it. I looked down to watch the head of my cock appear and disappear, again and again. "Oh yes!!" she hissed, through gritted teeth. "Oh yes! This feels so good. Can you see Andy's big cock under me?" I tilted my head back to watch Marianne. She had a glazed, intense look on her face as she simply nodded at the question. "Mmmmm yeah! Look at Andy's sweet cock stroking over my pussy. I want it so badly, in me. He feels so fucking big in me. Deep in my pussy. Deep inside his mother's own pussy." "I know it's naughty. Hell, it's completely wicked to want my son's big cock inside my pussy, but I don't care." I looked from mom to Mari again. Both were in a complete libidinous trance. "Don't you think I'm wicked to fuck my own son?" Mom asked her. Mari slowly shook her head. "No? You don't think that it's bad to want my own son like this?" Mari continued to shake her head no. "I just can't help it. I can't help myself anymore. I want it in me. I want to ride this gorgeous fat cock." Mom's eyes came to mine. "I fuck my son! I love to fuck my son!" Mom raised herself up off me and reached down to grasp my cock in her hand. "This is it. This is the moment. Marianne, my sweet beautiful girl, this is the moment, that I want you to copy, to experience." Mom lined me up with the opening to her vagina. "I want to watch you take Andy in you; slowly, lovingly. Let his penis be the first to enter your perfect, innocent, virgin pussy. My beautiful loving son is going to be your first; take your virginity, make you a woman." As Mom hovered she looked to Mari. "Show me baby. Show me that perfect little vagina." I craned my neck to see as well, as Mari reached down and gently spread her lips with both hands to show us her opening. It was beautiful! "Oh that's it honey darling. Look how perfect your little pussy is; so pink, so innocent. I want to watch up close as those beautiful lips surround Andy's thickness and slip him inside. Do it just like this." Mom's hand came to rest on my chest as she held herself just aloft of my cock. I felt the pressure as Mom began to descend down around me. She was incredibly wet, drooling even, as her lips spread gently to receive me."Oh yes!" she moaned, as her eyes rolled closed. "Oh, I can feel Andy spreading me open, stretching my lips." She pulled back just a bit and then slid just a bit more in. "Mmmmm thick cock! Yes baby! Open me. Such a big head! Open me darling." Her head fell back as her hands moved to her pussy and she spread her lips open to show us how my cock was lodged in her tight little pussy. I felt thicker and harder than ever before in my entire life. My cock ached with the intense erection! I didn't move a muscle, though I was dying to jam my cock up into her. It was a strain not to move. Mari and I both watched as she inched her way down around me, tiny bit by tiny bit. She kept up a monologue describing the sensation as I spread her open and stretched and filled her. "So thick! My god baby, you are so thick." Then she was moaning, "So deep! Fuck Andy your cock is so long. You are so deep inside me. Deep inside my pussy. Your perfect big fat cock is fucking your mother's pussy and she loves it!!" "I do too." I finally managed with a squeak. It was so intense that every muscle in my body was taught. Mom released her pussy lips and moved her hands back to my chest as she finally bottomed out on me. Her eyes came to mine. They were burning with such a passion, she looked insane, but they were also wet with tears. "I love you so much my darling child." She said quietly. I felt a tear drop onto my chest. "I love you so much Andy." She began to slowly work her pussy on me, back and forth, up and down. "I love you so much Andy." She repeated. She leaned down and kissed me so softly, so tenderly. My hands, which had been on her thighs moved to her bottom and I began to pull her back and forth, forcing her down onto me harder. She grunted as I bottomed out in her. Mom pushed herself up again and reached out to Marianne. "Sweetheart, Mari. Come." She waggled her fingers at Mari, who dropped off the couch and scooted over close. Mom took her hand and pulled her close and kissed her mouth. Mari took her face in her hands and they kissed long and deep. I could make out their tongues dancing, back and forth inside their mouths. They were both moaning at this intimacy. Mari surprised me by standing up on her knees and feeding her nipples into Mom's mouth, who took them with delight. I was afforded a perfect upside-down view of the perfect swell of the underside of Mari's perfect tits as her hard little nipples disappeared into my mother's mouth. Mom sucked as much of her flesh into her mouth as she could, trying to eat each entire breast. Mari in turn reached down and took both of Mom's nipples in her fingers and pulled them, hard! Mom's perfect tits stretched out with the tugging. Mom moaned loudly in appreciation. Shortly after that she came with a loud cry and flopped onto me. I held her cute ass and kept hammering her pussy, but she was, by then, a complete rag doll. She flopped this way and that, having spent every ounce of energy. We rolled her onto her side right next to me and Mari moved around so that Mom was sandwiched between us. Aside from her heavy panting she appeared dead. Mari and I shared a long look and a loving smile. We were, the three of us, deeply into a passionate, loving, highly unusual relationship. None of us would ever be the same again, nor would we want to be. We lay like that for a long while as Mom regained some energy and roused herself. As she was somewhat facing me, we kissed. Then she turned her head and she and Mari kissed. Mom then moved to get up. She wobbled a bit to her feet and made her way to the couch and sat where Mari had been. "Do you remember?" she asked Mari. Mari looked from her to me and smiled. She had a look that was aroused and excited on the one hand, but contained a bit of nervousness as well. "Do you remember everything I did. You Know I Can See You, Right? Ch. 09 "Forever, in my life," Mari began, "I will never forget everything from this day." Mari bent and kissed me so softly, so gently, I was taken aback. Our noses were touching as she gazed into my eyes. "Toute ma vie, j'ai rêvé d'un amour comme celui-ci. Tout. D'être avec un home qui est tout toujours. Mon amour." I nodded and smiled. She smiled in reply and we kissed deep and hard. Marianne gently urged me onto my stomach and straddled my hips as Mom had. She began to stroke her hands over my back. Just as with Mom I felt Mari's wetness on my butt as her hips worked a bit back and forth. I looked up to see Mom watching and smiling; Mari had indeed remembered everything. Mari slid down and I spread my legs open. Mari settled her wet pussy lips on my left calf, as she gently teased me from my back to my butt and between my thighs. Her finger tips copied Mom's brushing of my balls and the length of my penis, "Mmmmm." She moaned as she kissed my butt. Mari then directed me to roll over, my cock bobbing into the air. "Mmmmm Awndy. Such a beeg cock!" Mari simply held it in her hand and closed her eyes. "I will loving to 'ave you in me." She stood it straight up and, running her fingertips over the length, sighed long and contentedly. "You will not mind to being my first?" she asked. Her eyes then came to mine. I smiled wide, slowly shaking my head. "I 'ave, ... for a very long time, ... wanted to ... I have been ... broken inside, ..." her voice trailed off. Her moist eyes rolled closed. I imagined her replaying a life of torment, of sexual destruction. I glanced to Mom who was openly crying. "You will fix me, yes?" Mari asked quietly, her eyes still closed. My gaze returned to her. She then looked at me with such a yearning to be repaired, emotionally. I gently reached up and pulled her face to mine and we kissed soft and gently; no grinding of lips, no tongues moving. Just soft, steady, gentle, loving contact. "I promise." I told her, as we parted. "Mari, my beautiful, loving girl, you are not broken. You are perfect; always having been. I love you." I kissed her gently again. She sat up straight and smiled wetly at me. She looked serene. "You're not broken darling," Mom quietly chimed in. "You are perfect." Mari's smiling face looked to her then back to me. "Make love to me?" Mari asked. I told her that nothing in my life would give me greater pleasure. She smiled wide, through wet eyes, kissed me again more firmly, and then returned to her repeat of Mom's performance. We both watched as Mari continued stroking my cock with both hands and then leaned over to take me into her mouth. The feeling was completely exquisite!! Mom's mouth is wonderful on my cock, but has an urgency to it that makes the contact nice and firm; lovely. In contrast Mari's mouth was warm and wet and soft and luscious, her tongue felt like honey tastes. She took me surprisingly deep for a novice, but continued this soothing in and out motion that was bringing me to orgasm far too quickly. I gently pulled her mouth from my cock. Mari's looked at me anxiously. "Is not good?" she asked, concerned that she was doing it poorly. My shocked expression did little to help her concern. She glanced to Mom. "Holy shit!" I muttered. "Marianne, good lord!" My head fell back as I caught my breath. "You are incredible! You mouth is incredible!" She was not understanding that this meant 'good'. She looked about to cry. "You are good!" I told her earnestly. "You are very, very good!" She looked a bit relieved. "You're going to make me cum too fast. You mouth is so fantastic that I can't hold back." "Is okay then?" she asked, a bit unsure. No, I told her, confusing her further. 'Okay' didn't begin to describe it. I told her that she was without doubt the best I've ever had. I quickly countered that before my mother, I had never experienced great head, but now even Mom's exquisite talents were being challenged by this newcomer. Mari relaxed and grinned at this clarification. Mari leaned down and kissed me, and waggling her eyebrows at me, moved to turn to the 69 position as Mom had. I welcomed this new change and taking hold of her hips brought her perfect pussy lips to my mouth. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!" she sighed loudly as my lips and tongue began their work on her tenderest flesh. She simply held my cock for a while as I ate her sweet, juicy pussy, then gently engulfed my penis again, in her liquid lips. 'Succulent, ripe peach', I thought as I tasted her moist flesh. My left hand found her left breasts and toyed with the nipple and the fingers of my right hand slipped into her vagina. I began a firm massage of her G-spot which was swollen and firm. Within 30 seconds she came a volume, not squirting, but flowing heavily onto my cheeks. Her orgasmic moan through her nose, as she held my cock deep in her mouth, sounded so hot that I almost came right there. The taste of her was sweet and exotic, slightly salty and creamy as hell. Mari rose off of me to cease the contact, which had become too much, and quickly moved around to straddle me, running her pussy lips over my cock. She varied her technique to be a raising and lowering, touching and then not, her lips contacting and then breaking contact, over and over. She was practically bouncing up and down, her pussy making a squishy sound every time it landed on my cock. Mom moved from the couch to get a closer look at this intimate contact. Mari closed her eyes, dropped her chin to her chest and simply vibrated. "Are you ready?" Mom asked quietly. 'Mmmmm Hmmm' Mari moaned back, her eyes still closed. "You ready for Andy inside of you?" 'Mmmmm Hmmm' Mari moaned again throwing her head all the way back, her eyes still closed. "Then do it, sweetie love. Take him in you. Let me watch him slip inside you." Mari, her head still back, eyes closed, reached down to grab my cock. She raised herself and guided it to her opening. Mom and I both watched as the head pierced her labia, slipping lightly inside. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!" Mari hissed. "Mon dieu dans le ciel!!" She said as she shook all over. "Si grand! Si bon!" "Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!" Mari hissed again as she rose completely off me and dropped again, squeezing the head inside. Fuck she was tight!! She cried out my name, dropping her head again. "It's alright. I got you. I got you." I whispered. She slowly lowered her head until our foreheads touched. She said my name again. "Yes, baby. That's it." I took hold of her hips to hold her up, as she was quaking and trembling. "Fuck!" she hissed. I could see the muscles in her jaw as she clenched her jaw. "You are so fucking beeg!" she moaned. "Go slow baby." Mom chimed in. "Slow, slow." Mari pulled off completely, and collapsed onto me, trembling. I was inches from shooting my cum. Mari worked her arms under me and hung on for dear life. Mom scooted closer and rubber her back. "Sshhhhh." Mom soothed. "It's okay baby. Relax, it's okay." "Awndy is too beeg for me." Mari whispered into my chest, hiding her face. Mom assured her that I was not, that it would just take a bit to get comfortable. She pulled Mari's face up and kissed her cheeks. They shared a long look. "It's fine baby girl." Mom soothed. "It just takes time. Andy is your first." She stroked Mari's hair and calmed her, such that we started again. Mari again lined me up with her opening and began to ease down over me. I was amazed at how tight she was. I had assumed, wrongly, that her being raped all those years ago had taken her virginity and made her ready. Whatever had ensued after, had the opposite effect. I was worried that she would actually be torn by my cock; momentarily forgetting the elastic nature of the female vagina. Mari placed both hands on my chest, which I covered with mine, our fingers intertwining. She glanced into my eyes with a sweet smile. I lay perfectly still and felt her lips wrap over the head of my cock again; incredibly tight! She rose off completely and then slipped over me, again and then again. With a deep moan she slipped even more of me into her, then held perfectly still. "So good." She moaned. "So good cock!" I saw Mom smile wide out of the corner of my eye. Mari continued her slow descent, raising completely off me, take a break and then drop back down over me, over and over she continued. I continued to remain at the edge of my orgasm, trying to keep from letting go. The tight squeeze of her pussy lips over just the head of my cock was making holding back quite difficult. Mari had about half my cock in her, holding still and adjusting to the size, when suddenly she shoved herself down over me completely. A long wail issued from her clenched teeth as she simply sat there holding me tightly inside. I don't know whether it was her heartbeat or mine, but the blood was pounding in my penis. I was held in a velvet vice. I could feel her Kegel muscles working me. A long quiet moment ensued; our breathing the only sound. Slowly her head rose, her eyes opened and a sublime smile crossed her lips as she gazed at me. "Holy, my fuck, Awndy." She said at last. "Votre pénis est si grand! J'ai tout à l'intérieur de moi!" she panted. "All of it. I have take all of it." I took her face in my hands and kissed her passionately. She then looked to Mom who kissed her just as hard, just as deep. Her eyes rolled closed as she rose slightly. She dropped back down, then repeated it. It felt like she was skinning the flesh off my cock, she was so tight. Her wetness soon overcame that sensation and we began to slip and slide over each other. A couple of millimeters at first but then centimeters, then she was actually raising and lowering the full length of me. Shortly my crotch was completely soaked as she closed her eyes and fucked me like a champion. Her fingers were digging into my chest, pulling the hair there, as she worked her hips frantically up and down. Mom was caressing her bottom as it bounced up and down, and then reached in to tweak one of her nipples. Mari went off like a bomb. She cried out so loudly in her orgasm that all my neighbors must have wondered who was being murdered. I laid still but she and Mom kept up their activities. Mari came again 4 times in quick succession. "I'm gonna cum." I announced loudly. Mom was suddenly brought fully aware what this meant. We were not using a condom, no one knew Mari's menstruation schedule, the thought of pregnancy filled both our minds instantly. Mari was so far gone she was in her own world, babbling a stream of French utterances. Mom took hold of Mari around her waist and pulled her off. They collapsed together right next to me. I took hold of my cock and within an instant was shooting hot cum into the air, all over myself and them. Both girls were comically trying to right themselves and catch some of it. Arms and legs waving around, sperm flying, pussy juice everywhere. All three of us gasping to catch our breath. After a brief moment to collect our thoughts, we all three burst out laughing at the absurd ending to a spectacular first coupling. I was still jacking my penis in the final throes of my orgasm. Mom and Mari were taking stock of the spray of my cum that had covered them both. "Oh my word, Andy!" Mom gasped. "I've never seen anyone cum that much, ever!" "Putain de merde!" Mari cried, laughing. "My god, Awndy!" She was taking stock of my cum everywhere. She crawled over close and kissed me deeply. I tasted my cum on her lips. There was some on her cheek; I licked it off. She grinned at me. Mom moved around the other side of me and leaned in for her own kiss. She then lovingly placed her hand on Mari's cheek. They smiled into each other's eyes and then kissed deeply themselves. We lay in a tangle for a while catching our breath. Mari got up and I watched her sexy naked bottom as she walked to the bedroom and returned with the blanket. She threw it over us and snuggled in tightly against me. I lay there with my arms around both of my sexy lovers, as they rested their heads on my chest. After a long moment, Mari quietly asked, "You love me?" I lifted my head to look into her expectant face. "You said you love me?" she asked again. "Yes." I told her warmly. "Yes, I do. I love you Marianne." Her eyes said it all. She had come a very long, difficult journey to find herself here in my arms. She smiled. "Don't forget about me." Mom chimed in. "I love you too." Mari leaned over and kissed her mouth. Mari told us that she loved us both. That she had been afraid of loving us, afraid that we would not feel the same, that we would leave someday. I held her tighter, she and Mom held hands over the top of me. I noticed that our pool of sunlight had long since abandoned our little mattress. It was late in the morning, 10 or 11 maybe. My girls fell asleep in our pile. A pile of lovers. A pile of family. What would my sister think if she could see us now, I wondered. She would probably act shocked, but think it was incredibly sexy. David, my brother was so straight-laced he would collapse with a coronary. He was always so distant, he would probably never get any inkling that Mom and I were lovers. Jackie, my sister, was frighteningly tuned in to the slightest behavior. She would know in an instant, if she and Mom and I were in the same room together. I lay there feeling curiously unworried about this prospect. Jackie and Mom were quite similar in appearance. Jackie was taller by 4 or 5 inches, but was smaller breasted; B-cup maybe. Athletic, with killer legs and tight abs. I fell asleep thinking about my Mom and Jackie side by side. My eyes popped open. The exquisite sensation of Mari's wet, soft mouth on my cock, was what woke me up. Mom had turned in her sleep so her back was against me. I noted with extreme pleasure that Mari's Bottom was close to me as she kneeled under the covers to suck my cock. She jumped slightly at the touch of my hand on her round bottom, but kept sucking me so perfectly. I caressed her bottom and hip, thrilling to the pleasure her mouth afforded. I was rock hard again already. My fingers tickled over her labia and found her wet opening. I probed very gently, expecting her to be sore from earlier. She didn't seem to be. She sure was wet. I used my fingers to bring her wetness to my mouth. 'Juicy, ripe peach' I thought again. Her pussy was actually truly delicious!! My 2 fingers slid into her tightly, but without resistance. She released my penis and turned around to face me. "Can we make love again?" she whispered. The tiny bit of light from the street illuminated her smiling, expectant face. "I would very much wish to make love with you again Awndy." I asked her where she would like me. She motioned me out of the way and took my place laying on her back next to my dozing, naked mother. "Will you love me in this way?" I moved between her thighs and laid my heavy cock over her labia, stroking back and forth over her. She grinned and bit her lower lip, nodding. Her arms went around me when I kissed her. Her legs went around my waist, waking Mom just a bit. I moved slightly downward until my cock dropped between her lips. We both worked our hips slightly until the yielding opening of her vagina found the head of my cock. I pushed in slightly, feeling that incredible tightness grip me. I saw the slightest look of discomfort flash over her face, before she grinned and nodded again. I took a long time pressing, releasing, pressing, releasing, until I had roughly half of my length in her. Mari then gave a mighty pull with hands and legs, drawing my cock completely into her. She sighed a long contented, "Oouuiiiiiii!!", as her eyes rolled closed. "Oh oui!!" Soon we were fucking full length and she was quietly mewling little satisfied cries of pleasure. Mom rolled over, looked us over taking stock of what was happening and then laid her head down and closed her eyes, a sweet smile on her lips. Shortly, I was moving deeper and faster. I pushed up on my knees, holding her legs in my hands. My thrusting had become more urgent, which woke Mom again. The force was bouncing Maris' perfect tits a bit, though they were amazingly firm, her pink nipples were wildly erect. Mom leaned up on one elbow and leaned over to suckle one. Maris' hand found the back of her head and pulled her tighter to the soft flesh. Mom's hand snaked down to tease my pretty girlfriend's clitoris. Mari came loudly, shortly after. Mari's orgasms seemed to crest and then hold as she continued to cum and cum. "You should not cum in me." Mari gasped. I told her that I knew. Mom moved her lips from Mari's erect nipple to her mouth. "If you wouldn't mind," Mom asked her, "I would love to have Andy cum in me." Mari gave a questioning look, then understood that Mom could not get pregnant. Her smile told us that she liked that idea. Mom and she kissed some more and Mom climbed over the top of her, pressing their tits together and presenting me with a beautiful view of her excited pussy. I was fucking hard now, full length, sloshing in and out of Mari's very wet pussy. I was very close now; I told them both. Mom looked back over her shoulder, a look that made me crazy turned on. "How 'bout it stud?" she drawled in a sexy southern voice. She wiggled her hips a bit at me. "Be a love, darling, and fuck your mother." I withdrew from Mari with a tight slurp and shoved in, balls deep into Mom's sweet home. "Oooof baby!" Mom grunted, not unhappily. "Fucking cock is so big, so fantastic!" Mari wriggled down a bit and was now sucking Mom's nipples. "Oh yeah, Mari darling, suck my tits. Suck on Mommy's big tits." I heard Mari moan aloud at the mention of Mom being her Mommy. I warned her that I was close. "Do it then Andy! Shoot in me! Fill me up baby! Fill Mommy's wicked cunt with her son's juicy cum!! Oh yes!! Me too!! Cum with me!! Those words released the coiled up spring in my balls and I exploded into her body. My ramming cock did nothing but foam up my sperm and force it out, dripping onto Mari's tummy. "Ouch! Oh Mari, baby! Easy on Mommy's titties. You're biting me, you naughty girl. That is so good!" I felt Mari's fingers on my balls as she played with Mom's clit and pussy lips. I started seeing stars, so pulled out and immediately laid down, fearing to pass out again. I lay close to them, watching Mari continue to pleasure Mom's beautiful full breasts, as they swayed just above her mouth. Mari continued to stroke and caress Mom's pussy as her hand continued to be washed in my cum as it dripped out. She brought her fingers to her mouth and tasted me on them. Mom looked down to see her sucking on her fingers. "Oh yeah, sweetheart! Isn't Andy's cum so tasty." Mari simply moaned in the affirmative and continued to shove her fingers in her mouth. Mom then scooted down and kissed Mari deeply, sharing the last taste of me. They kissed and then shared a long smiling gaze between them, then kissed again. "So," Mom started, purring, "How was your first time with a man?" Mari's smile turned into a full-on grin, as she simply nodded and smiled. She looked to me and nodded further. I couldn't help but smile back, as I panted, catching my breath. She was so lovely, so cute and sexy, so incredibly lovable! I pushed up close enough to kiss her lips, softly, like a lover. My gaze shifted from her to Mom and back. "I love you both so much!" I said, simply. They both reacted immediately opening their embrace to include me, pulling me tightly against their beautiful nude bodies. I kissed them both, softly, eyes open reading the mirror images of their affection for me. We laid like that a long while, relaxing, saying nothing at all; endearing looks passing between us all, which said all that needed to be said. We three were lovers. None of us would ever want for physical or emotional support or affection, sex would be plentiful and passionate, there would be no reason for jealousy between us. You Know I Can See You, Right? Ch. 09 Mom moved to the side and let Mari and I share an after sex cuddle. She really was now, no longer a virgin, she had been taken completely, lovingly for the first time. I was prepared for some emotional release, but none came. I asked if she was okay. She told me that for the first time ever, she was completely content. She would never let go of the past, or be able to completely forget it, but for the first time, it was pushed far into the background, having been replaced with fantasies about what the future might hold. Mom got up and brought snacks and drinks for us and dragged in a blanket from my room and we had a sexy picnic in the middle of the living room. It was nearly 1:00 in the afternoon. We had fucked the morning away, with no thought of getting up, or getting dressed yet. I needed the bathroom and left them to their quiet conversation. Mom was asking if she was sore from having my penis in her. Mari admitted to a slight pinching and there had been just the tiniest bit of blood, but was thoroughly satisfied. I had a tough time urinating as my cock was still semi erect. I just sat down and waited. I grinned like a complete idiot at my incredible fortune. Life had turned so completely for me. It was not so long ago that I was still pining for my ex-wife Sam. She had been all consuming in my thoughts and now was a distant memory, replaced by the most amazing pair of lovers anyone could dream up in their wildest fantasy. I imagined what life would be like in the years to come. Once finished I returned to the living room to find my girls laying nude, side by side, heads together whispering conspiratorially. Two pairs of perfect round bottoms looked up at me. My cock jumped at the idea of slipping between those beautiful round globes, both pairs. They were nibbling on a baguette with some cheese. I silently moved to them and gently straddled Mari, laying my heavy cock on her bottom. Neither girl looked to me, but I heard them whispering. "Awndy is here." Mari whispered, stating the obvious. Mom whispered back that I looked quite aroused. "Mmmm, oui." Mari whispered to her. "His cock feels so beeg on my bottom. He feels so hard and warm." Mom whispered for her to watch out where I 'might slip that big fat cock of his'. I responded by working my hips a bit, stroking my hard flesh over her beautiful firm roundness. Mari simply moaned that I was being naughty. I drew back far enough to allow my cock to dip between the exquisite softness of her thighs. Mari whispered that my cock was touching her pussy. The way she pronounced 'pussy', with that lovely French "U" sound made my penis lurch a bit in response. I was so hard that flexing that muscle made it jump and bounce against her, which made her moan again. She and Mom continued to whisper, just loudly enough so that I could hear their descriptions of my cock in them, my tongue inside them, my lips all over their bodies. They described the taste and feel of my cock in their mouths, the taste of my sperm. The head of my cock was beautifully lubricated by Mari's flowing wetness, which created the irresistible need to push forward into her. "Oh Szhudy," Mari moaned pronouncing my mother's name with that French 'J' which I always found so charming. "He's inside me. Your son's beeg thick cock is pushing into my pussy." She laid her face down on the mattress and took Mom's hand. "Yeah, sweetie?" Mom whispered. "Is Andy fucking you with his perfect cock?" Mari simply nodded, moaning quietly. "Does it feel big in you?" she nodded. "Do you like the feeling of its thickness in your pussy?" Mari nodded again. "You love my son don't you?" she asked. Mari's eyes popped open at that and they shared a long look. Mari briefly looked back over her shoulder at me. "Yes, Szhudy." She whispered at me, then returned her look to Mom. "Yes I do. I love your son very much." Mom smiled wide and brushed strands of her hair back out of her face. "He is so beautiful." Mari added her voice cracking a bit. I noticed tears coming to her eyes. "I have dreamed of feeling this for my all life." After a long pause she added, "I have been full with fear for my all life of feeling this for someone that did not care for me. Someone that did not feel as I do, for me." "Oh sweetheart," Mom soothed, as I continued my slow deep penetration of Mari's incredible tightness. "Andy loves you. I know this. He loves you as you love him. You are perfectly matched that way." Mari gave her a slightly incredulous look and then turned to look back into my eyes, over her shoulder. I smiled and nodded gently. "I love you, Marianne. You are not alone in the way you feel." Her look changed to one that was a mixture of relief, gratitude, adoration and wild arousal. This drove me to work a bit deeper and faster in her. She had such a tight bottom that when I banged into her at full depth it had the slightest, sexiest jiggle. She laid her face down on the mattress again, a sublimely satisfied smile on her face. Mom caressed her cheek as I began fucking her a bit faster. Maris eyes rolled closed as I fucked her. "My god, sweetheart," Mom said to me, "That looks so fucking hot!" I was struck by the incredible sexiness of fucking my girlfriend from behind, her glorious nude shape laid out under me, as my mother watched me do it, laying naked herself, her own glorious nude shape right next to us. "Mmmm, give her that wonderful cock, Andy." Mom's hand stroked from Mari's face and hair to my thigh and my butt and I began fucking in earnest. "What a beautiful body she has." "Both of you." I countered. Mom smiled up at me. "I have such gorgeous women." Mom wiggled her bottom gently and gave me a wide smile as if to ask, 'Yeah? You like these bodies?' I gave Mari a few more deep drives with my cock and then withdrew completely and crawled over the top of Mom. Mari lifted her head to watch and I lined my penis up with her wet pussy lips. "Oooh baby. You going to give it to me now?" I grunted that I was. She laid her cheek down on the mattress facing Mari. "Mmmmm yeah! Work that sweet cock in me. Fuck me baby. Take your mother's naughty pussy. Fill mommies pussy with that thick penis. I love it!" I did, unceremoniously driving it into her hard and deep with one shove. She was so wet with her juice and the remnants of my cum that I slipped in without the slightest resistance; heaven!!! Mom 'Oooof'ed a bit as I hit bottom but she just closed her eyes and took it. I fucked my mother hard and deep and then moved back to Mari's tight virginal vagina. They both just lay there, nose to nose as I took turns in them. They held hands as they both got fucked nice and deep and hard!! "Fuck!" I hissed as I rammed Mari's sweet puss. "Fuck!" I repeated loudly. "I'm gonna cum again." Mari's eyes opened at the thought of possibly becoming pregnant if I filled her with it. It was an interesting look, that was not alarm any more but a curiosity about that future. Mom watched her with interest as did I. "Let us taste you darling." Mom said quietly, not ready to risk that future just yet. "Come here and let us drink your cum together." She shared a look with Mari as they both grinned wide at the thought. I gave Mari a few more deep, slow thrusts and then withdrew. It tried to get up and move around to the front of them, but began to ejaculate before I got there. The first shot splashed Mari's back and then her shoulder as I moved. I knelt in front of them and they moved cheek to cheek and opened wide. Mom took a blast right on her cheek, before Mari slipped her lips over the head of the spurting cock. She took the rest of my cum, as Mom and I both watched. I sat back when I finished shooting and watched them kissing deeply. Mari licked Mom's cheek, who responded by licking Mari's shoulder. We three shared some loving kisses and smiling gazes, before Mom announced that she was starving. Mari suggested that we get cleaned up and have dinner at the Boulangerie. Marianne was supposed to work that night but was completely blowing it off. She was certain that Gerard wouldn't mind. We showered together and then once dressed, constantly disrupted by much fooling around, we were in my car heading to Mari's restaurant. Gerard met us at the door, and taking one look at Marianne's wide smile, gave a curious, questioning look, to which Mari whispered something to him in French that I didn't catch. He turned to me with a wide smile and shook my hand the way he always did, but with extra force this time. What had she told him, I wondered. We ate and drank and laughed and played footsy the three of us, for 1 ½ hours, until many of the patrons had left, leaving us pretty much to ourselves. "Are not we the sexiest people?" Mari asked us quietly, smiling, drunk. I agreed and Mom smiled in agreement as well. "I wish we could got to Club L'amour de le Famille." She said, almost under her breath, dreamily. "What is Club L'amour de le Famille?" I asked. This brought her out of her dreamy look, into an almost alarmed state. I was confused. She looked from Mom to me, as if she had mistakenly spoken of something top secret. Mom and I shared a confused look. I asked again what the club was. Mari stammered a bit, hemming and hawing about having spoken out of turn, to forget her ramblings. Both Mom and I kept at her about this club, as I think we were both in the mood to get out and go dancing. I questioned what type of music they played, Mom asked about the distance to get there, was it here in town, etc. Finally Mari caved and told us about Club L'amour de le Famille. Mari asked if we remembered the woman, Fred, who she had lived with for several years when she had run away from home. We told her that we did. Frédérique had been 59 when she was 14. They had been lovers. She taught Mari about love and sex and how to care about others. Mari had called her Fred as she was a bit masculine. She had been a tender lover and had become almost like a mother to Mari, although by age she was more like her grandmother. Before Fred had become too frail from the cancer, she liked to take Marianne to parties at Club L'amour de le Famille. They were held at a gorgeous huge mansion at the very tip of Cap D'antibe, halfway to Cannes from Nice. The owners were a lovely family of 6. "Grandmere Jacqueline, her son Jean Pierre, his wife Sandrine, and their 3 children, Nickolai, Antoine and Pauline." Pauline had been the same age as Marianne. They had become friends. Mom and I both asked about the club, as being private, remote, we were confused about how a nightclub could survive such odd characteristics. "It is not club as you would think it to be." Mari corrected. We waited for details. "Fred and me would be as ... grandmother and grand ... child?' she asked Mom. Mom corrected that granddaughter was the term. "Yes. Granddaughter." She hesitated for a long time. We simple waited, curious. "It is a secret, ... no, ... prive ... private club ... for sex." Mari added. Mom and I both 'Ahhhhh"ed together, finally realizing what it was. We both then frowned with the same thought and shared a look. Mari looked back and forth between us to see if we really understood. Mom and I looked to her, then to each other, then back to her, sharing a somewhat incredulous look. I asked, "It's a sex club called Club L'amour de le Famille?", my eyebrows going up in surprise. Mari nodded, her eyebrows up as well, as if to ask, 'get it?' "Inceste?" Mari asked again, clarifying. "Loving inside of families?" she continued. Mom and I had both been leaning into the table, looking for explanation, but both sat back now, pondering this bit of info. I think Mom and I had the same thought as we shared a long meaningful look. We were not alone in our strange love, familial love. This family had made it a shared, club-like experience. Mari had one of her concerned looks, apprehensive at to what we thought of her and of Fred. "So you went as Grandmother and Granddaughter?" I asked her. She nodded, still apprehensive. "And the family," Mom began, "I assume that they ..." Mari nodded. "They were all lovers?" Mari continued to nod. Mari explained that the club hosted all types, mother's and sons, fathers and daughters, even homosexual parent/child relationships like theirs. Another long silence fell over us as we all considered our private thoughts. Mari looked like she was ready to run, terrified that we would think badly of her. "Well," Mom finally said quietly, "that sounds kind of hot!" A grin grew on her face. Mari looked from her to me. "That actually sounds wildly hot!" I added. I then asked Mari if she enjoyed the place. She admitted that she had. It was only ever she and Fred together, but many people enjoyed watching them. Fred was very protective of her 'granddaughter', but loved to let crowds watch as they made love to each other and 69'd, her loving granddaughter bringing her to screaming orgasms. Jean Pierre and his wife Sandrine often asked whether they might entertain Marianne privately, but Fred would never hear of it. They were a little bit too dominant and slightly sadistic for Fred's sweet girl who, (Fred kept private), had been through so much already. Pauline and Mari had made out once gently in their huge Jacuzzi, but only while Fred watched. When I asked, Mari told me that they had been there perhaps half a dozen times. The family had sent a lovely note and wreath at Fred's passing, telling her to visit anytime; Mari never had. "So," Mom began, ... "how do we get invited to such a sexy place?" Mari's look was one of relief and then mild happiness that we didn't think ill of her. She looked to me and I grinned that I too thought it would be fun to explore this new venue. "You would have to be my daughter." Mom included, thoughtfully. "I would have to be ... Fred's daughter?" Mom looked back and forth between us trying to gauge whether this would sell. "You have the same large beautiful breasts as Fred did." Mari chimed in. "And the same beeg blue eyes." "Yeah," I added, "but where have you been all this time, and why are you an American?" "Perhaps, ... " Mom was thoughtful. "Perhaps I did the same as Frederique. Got pregnant really young and left the baby Marianne with my mother, Frederique, and went abroad to avoid the scandal?" She smiled, pleased with her story. "What about me?" I asked her. "I'm your son and I'm older?" Both her and Mari's smiles dropped. Mom chided me for my logic but agreed that that was a problem. We continued to try and find a logical explanation for how Mari wound up in France and Mom in the U.S. The backstory was proving difficult. "Why am I not just your niece?" Mari finally offered. We all agreed that that would work; easy peasy. Mom wanted to know if it was even possible to be invited. "I will call Sandrine tomorrow." Mari stated breezily. "I am sure she will like it to be so." We all toasted this potential new adventure. We finished, paid, bid Gerard adieu, and headed for the car. Mari asked if we could drop her off. I told her flatly no way, that she was now staying with us, that she would have to get rid of that apartment. She threw her arms around me happily. We made it home, weaving through the quiet back streets, and once inside, Mom pulled us to her. "I am soaking wet at the thought of making love with you two, with other people watching us." She kissed us both, Mari and I both playing with her beautiful round breasts, free without the bra. Her nipples had been poking out all night, to the pleasure of all who saw them. "My pussy is so wet for you both." She whispered as she kissed Mari. "I have something for that." I told her, unbuttoning her blouse. "I think I do too." Marianne whispered into her ear. "Aunt Szhudy." They both shared a big laugh and then fell into a passionate French kiss. To be continued ...