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.