I can still see you ( part 7/7)

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I can still see you ( part 7/7)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 türbanlı kilis escort 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.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 b**sts 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 türbanlı kilis escort bayan 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 i****t, 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 her 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.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. türbanlı escort kilis 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 i****t 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. i****t 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 i****t. 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 bathroom, 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.

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