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"Hey. Stop looking at Marie so much. She has a boyfriend." So she wasn't lesbian.
"Marie is nice. You others are nice too. Very pretty ... tres jolie."
"And you girls. Am I OK for you?" asked Tom.
Three of the girls translated for the other two. Some words in French passed between them.
"Oh yes. Very OK."
Tom guessed one was a prick teaser. She would get you all in a whizz and then go. The first girl to approach him, ginger haired and freckled, seemed very nice. Lovely tits, perfect size, she leaned forward:
"We wondered, is this for real?" She didn't touch Tom's cock but her hand was only a fraction of an inch away.
"You want to try it out?"
Fuck, where did that come from? Shy Tom. Mom's hypno magic had worked well. Tom's shyness was decreasing faster than he knew.
"It is very good." The others drew closer to shield me from view. She touched, as gentle as ever.
Tom felt his cock had never been as raring to go as it was then.
"It is incredible," This girl knew exactly how to touch. The warmth of the day, the waves caressing it, the joy of seeing 5 beautiful naked young ladies ... OK Tom may have exaggerated, the boyish one didn't take his fancy. Girls should have tits, not golf balls. All factors combined to greatly thicken and extend his hosepipe.
The jaws of three of the girls just dropped. Golf ball tits looked unimpressed. The stroker still stroked.
His heart beat like never before. OK, there was a whole lot of Atlantic ocean between them and the American voyeurs. Tom had his mom on the beach not taking any attention. He had 5 girls shielding him from the shoreline and hundreds of bathers.
Still Yvette stroked so lightly she might never have been touching. But she was.
"Monsieur... I don't know. What is your name?"
"Tom."
"Tom. We will see you here later perhaps? You tell me the number of your phone, yes?"
She hesitated a moment, spoke in French to the others.
"You have your phone, yes? Now?"
Tom nodded.
"You bring it here. I give you my number."
Tom walked back to mom. She was asleep, laid on her back, legs parted just enough to win the attention of any video-wielding voyeur.
He hunted in the cool bag for his phone, hidden under the baguette sandwiches. When he got back the girls had reverted to their game.
Elise, the tool tormenter, turned around. She gave him her number which he dialled, hung up and hoped both of them had the number in their call history. Not wanting to wet the phone he turned around to go back.
"Tom. you want a photo, yes? A souvenir on your phone?"
It was awkward in the bright sunshine but Tom took the chance. Three poses, one should be right.
Mom was still asleep when he got back. Tom used the phone camera again before she noticed. The beach was now packed. Families of all ages, grandmas and grandpas included, boyfriends with girlfriends, older couples, singles, all seemed to be enjoying the beautiful warm sunny day.
Time passed. Mom woke Tom up to share the sandwich and beer lunch they'd brought and to remind him more sun oil was needed. He was stood brushing sand off when a lady nearby, he guessed mid 30's, spoke.
"My husband and I heard you talking, I guess you're from England ... us too."
Tom smiled. "We're just north of Birmingham."
"Oxford," came the reply and smile. "It's nice to meet you."
Tom smiled again and nodded." Me too."
Just a few weeks ago he would have been tongue-tied and reluctant to answer.
The lady stood. Offered her hand. "Sandra," she said, "And Colin, my husband."
Tom shook her hand, "Tom, and my mom, Kate."
Kate just nodded, quite happy to let Tom take the initiative. Settled down once more, she let Tom continue.
Sandra laughed. "Colin thought you were maybe Kate's son, though from the look of you I thought your mom might have brought a very fit toy boy with her."
Kate said nothing, never opened her eyes, she just smiled.
Sandra looked Tom up and down, her eyes resting a little too long at his jizz gun. "Yes, a very fit toy boy."
Tom thought it only fair that he should give Sandra a good look over.
Definitely several years younger than mom, Sandra was very much a looker. Her blonde hair was tied in a bun. Her flawless face with natural juicy lips may have made her look younger, though the smoothness of her skin probably made Tom's first assessment right.
Her breasts, ample, pert and roughly the same size and shape as mom's were as beautifully tanned as the rest of her, but, apart from the normal shape, didn't droop at all. Sandra's waist was slim, her tummy flat and her freshly shaved pussy as perfect as perfect could be. Her pussy groove, Tom thought, was deep, contoured, inviting. Legs long and slim and a perfect butt made Sandra look good enough to eat. Tom thought of sneaking a candid photo of her too.
He suddenly realised that staring too long at Sandra's perfect slit had brought on another semi, a fact noticed immediately by Sandra.
"My, Tom, you are a fit young man. Your mom should be proud of you." Sandra's eyes never moved from Tom's treasure.
"I play football a lot, and I work out."
"Yes, I'd noticed." Sandra took a few steps forward, touched her fingers briefly against Tom's six pack.
Tom thought Sandra was a bit forward but he wasn't going to complain. His cock stiffened again and he moved his hands to cover it.
Sandra laughed. "It's your first time on a nudist beach, isn't it?"
Tom nodded.
"Just chill out. A lot of guys get that way at first. It's perfectly natural. I think it's very flattering that I can cause that to happen."
Mom still had her eyes shut. If she'd overheard then it might make her jealous.
"Anyway Tom, I'll let you get back to your sunbathing." Sandra walked the few steps back and lay down on her towel.
Embarrassed, and forgetting what mom had told him Tom laid back down on his towel.
"Haven't you forgotten something?" Mom sounded displeased. Moms miss nothing, even with their eyes closed.
"Sorry mom if I upset you when I let Sandra touch me?"
"Did you put your suntan oil on?"
Tom didn't answer, but picked up the plastic bottle.
"While you've got it in your hand you can do me first."
Tom didn't answer. Was there an answer?
"Front, please. And don't miss anywhere."
'And yakity yak, don't talk back. Why couldn't she do it herself,' thought Tom.
"It feels a lot better when you do it."
'Fuck, could she read his mind too?'
Tom flipped the cap, poured the protective oil on his palm, applied it to mom's shoulders and breasts.
She sighed. "Oh Tom that's perfect. Just stay there." Once satisfied, she allowed him to continue down.
Tom's erection was clearly building again. He moved down, dusting the sand off her toes and feet before applying the sun-warmed oil.
Thinking he needed to shield himself he knelt astride one leg, his back turned away from the other sun worshippers. With the windbreak positioned, only Sandra and her husband could view, and they were laid flat, apparently asleep.
He continued, cautiously, up mom's legs, thighs. She parted her legs in a pornographic pose, solely, Tom thought, so he didn't miss any tender, sun-seeking part.
Anxious not to vex mom, Tom took extra time, extra care. Each square inch of mom's inner thigh was given a careful, sensuous coating of oil. Mom asked, mom got. He reached the top, the dip of her swollen pussy, her CUNT lips, her groove, the entrance to that wonderful, sensuous cave. Tom liked the word CUNT, the rudeness, the dirtiness.
He skipped it. Embarrassed again, he looked around. No-one was taking the slightest notice. No-one cared.
Taking the bottle again he squeezed some more oil on his palm, rubbed it lightly around her navel, between her hip bones, down to meet that same, smooth, pubic groove.
Mom sighed, "Don't miss any." Tom didn't intend to.
Glancing around again he saw nothing but happy sunbathers, partly obscured by neighbouring windbreaks. His thumbs
pushed down, mom's legs widened. He sought her clit already erect and welcoming his attention. Increasing speed and pressure he quickly brought her off.
His cock was solid, every inch like iron. Mom's eyes were shut tight. Too late he noticed that Sandra's weren't.
"Hey, it's OK Tom. A little bit of affection is good. It's natural."
Tom didn't know, he couldn't have known that Colin, Sandra's husband had watched too. He was making his way through the packed beach to cool off in the sea. His cum had been easily covered by the dry sand surrounding it.
Kate knew that Sandra was watching as she returned the favour to her son. It was risky, she knew it was risky. Tom's ministrations weren't so risky, though his biological reaction was.
It was much later that she learned the beach was regularly used just before the sun set and the only necessity was a torch to follow the path back.
*****
The afternoon passed. Mom and Tom bathed and snoozed in the sun, they talked to their neighbours who invited them over to their place. Kate and Tom already had the day pass from their arrival but they would now have a guest pass from their new friends. Kate had already planned a day visit to Cognac for the Monday, so they arranged the nudist camp visit for the day after.
That evening Tom needed no request, no hints, no wine, no effort at all to know what mom needed most. The wine of course helped, but only to add that little something to a day which was already special.
They had showered, gone out to eat at a pizza restaurant nearby, returned to the chalet, enjoyed the wine and retired to the bedroom.
Tom's head was full of memories, Kate felt more relaxed than she had for ages. 10pm was not a time to sleep, there was no rush. Tom slowly tugged upwards to remove his mom's tee-shirt. Her breasts, now released, fell gently downwards as the tight cotton fabric lost its hold on them. Mom smelled good, the remnants of the cleansing shower gel still gave scent to her breasts. He leaned forward, kissing her tender nipples which filled and hardened. He took one then the other in his lips, sucked them into his mouth and released, making them comically spring back to their original position.
Kate, in her turn, removed Tom's tee-shirt. Now both bare chested they kissed. Their mouths opened to allow erotic exploration, tongue seeking tongue, breast against chest, they stood kissing, enjoying the touch of skin against skin.
Tom reached around and unzipped mom's skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor. Mom was naked underneath. During their pizza meal she didn't see the point of wearing panties. It was still warm. No panties meant full freedom, no chafing fabric, no elastic, no VPL. If anyone had caught sight of her, naked beneath a very short skirt, well good for them. They'd had a free shot at the wonderful skin folds that were her labia.
Tom stood back. He'd had all day to look at as many labia, neat pussy grooves, beautiful god-carved mini landscapes (OK before someone corrects me BODY-scapes) as he wanted. Of course, the pubic exploration site - suitable for exploration on a female by a female, or a male, by tongue or by finger - varies greatly. Sometimes hidden by unexplored bush, often changed as time progressed, sometimes changed by surgical sculpture, this small part of the female body is often a joy to view and cherish.
Tom stood and looked at mom's unique pussy. That alone caused his cock to fill. Mom quickly realised that.
"You really enjoyed the nude beach, didn't you?" Teasing mode engaged, she continued. "Those girls playing ball ... I saw you look at their pussies. And Sandra? You checked her out, didn't you?" She laid on the bed. "Come, take some time. Kiss my pussy, smell my pussy, touch my pussy."
Tom relished the chance of mom offering to let him study her. Each little kiss, the thought of him sampling her woman scent, each light stroke as he touched her groove; all combined to make her juices flow. She opened the folds to show him parts of her that only partners and doctors saw.
Tom's cock was full, almost bursting, as he pushed into mom. He studied her face as he pushed harder. The slickness of her juice made it easy for him. Kate relished again the feeling of fullness, her son's cock touching every part of her treasure cave. There was no rush.
By easing in and out ever so slowly, Tom overcame his natural feelings to cum as soon as he could. The primal, animal desire was to impregnate quickly. Of course, a small pill, taken daily, ensured his mom could not conceive. The feeling in Tom's cock was very pleasant. He couldn't describe it, but, like many men, it made him want to fuck mom, fuck Sandra, fuck any or all of those girls on the beach.
He thought back to the slender, almost anorexic, boyish girl. Her love tunnel, her cunt, would be tight. Lost in thoughts that added to his arousal, Tom had allowed his natural instinct to return. His thrusts became faster and faster until his trigger point took over. His seed shot into the warm comfort of mom's vagina.
Kate felt frustrated that Tom had suddenly accelerated. He had cum, she hadn't.
"Lick me out Tom. Make me cum too."
"But mom, I've just cum there."
"So learn some more. Taste it."
Reluctantly Tom complied. To be honest the part of his cum that had already dribbled out was OK, his own cum mixed with mom's juice. Mom smelled good, and that overrode anything else.
Kate moved her fingers down to guide him.
"Here, Tom." She pointed to a tiny opening between her clit and her love cave. "You were curious, this is where I pee. Lick it very gently."
Despite some reluctance Tom again did as mom bid. She shut her eyes. It was a long time since she'd experienced the odd, but arousing sensation.
"Now here." Kate pointed to her clit. "Suck gently and lick." Tom obliged.
"Then blow, cooling and refreshing it." That worked too.
Little by little, Kate was patiently teaching her son. It wasn't about sex education, these lessons were essential life skills.
Tom found it both arousing and amusing that mom had asked him to lick her pee hole. Truth was that, hidden away in the folds of skin, the small opening gave an oddly different but strangely delightful sensation.
Mom, rather than building up to a huge cum found Tom switching between clit and pee hole strangely relaxing. When she came, there was no volcano erupting but it more like a small stream lazily tumbling down a waterfall. It was not so much a loud moan as a quiet sigh.
*****
Tom woke early again the following morning, his solid baby-making machine poking cheekily between mom's butt cheeks. Almost without thinking, his own butt moved steadily to and fro causing a dry, and very pleasant, friction.
"Good morning Tom."
" 'morning mom."
"How about making me a nice cup of tea."
Reluctantly Tom heaved himself out of bed, the only visible remains of comforting his erection against mom's butt was a little precum.
Tea made and delivered to mom in bed, Tom thought about another hour's snooze. Not so.
"You need more lessons Tom. Your oral skills need improving, but lucky for you we have plans today."
An hour later they were en route for Cognac. A pre-booked tour of one distillery (a Cognac maison) was followed by another tour. Not only were they informative but the samples were well received by all. The two tours, split by lunch, took most of the day. They arrived back tired but happy.
The following day was quite an eye opener for Tom. Greeted as guests at the 'Mer et Soleil' (Sea and Sun) Naturist Club, by their new friends Sandra and Colin, they changed from their holiday wear into the statutory club wear ... birthday suits.
Tom was apprehensive and nervous at first. Naturists are, in the main, very friendly and courteous and Sandra, Colin and all their friends soon put them at ease. Ask any naturist and they will tell you their lifestyle is one of equality, not perpetual sexual arousal. The novelty of seeing naked people of all ages rapidly loses the novelty aspect.
Does it fuck! For Tom the novelty would take quite some while. OK he didn't walk around all day with a woody, but the memory of it all would stick in his mind for a long time. It was all safely stored in his wank bank.
Perhaps it would remain in the minds of the holidaymakers there too. Some men have shorter equipment that expands greatly. Tom was not so. His generous length, and a lot of the girth remained so in all but Arctic-like weather. There were a number of girls of similar age to him, and some older that took more than a quick glance.
Sandra was one of the older ladies who appreciated God's generosity in allocating penises. Colin, her husband, was not one of the lucky ones. OK, he was a great companion, and a wonderful husband. They hadn't any family yet, but not from the lack of trying. Sandra would be the first to agree that tongues and fingers can contribute much, but she liked a big dong, oh yes, Sandra loved looking, sometimes touching, and twice in her life she'd enjoyed a big cock inside her.
The hosts had insisted in paying for everything: lunch, snacks and now an evening meal cooked up by Sandra in their holiday apartment. Good food, friendly company and some exceptionally good wine all contributed to a relaxed chat afterwards.
"You should be really proud of Tom." said Sandra. "And his generous cock should impress any girlfriend."
" Cock? Did I say 'cock' thought Sandra. Better apologise."
"Sorry," she added, quickly. "It's not everyday ... I mean ..." She blushed. "You are very lucky Tom."
Kate quickly whispered something in Tom's ear. Neither Sandra nor Colin noticed Tom's eyes glaze for several seconds, nor did they notice Kate's swift but deliberate double click of her fingers.
"As you've been so kind to us today, Tom's offered a little thank you. He realises that he needs some experience with his special gift, so that he can learn to use it carefully and wisely in the future." Kate paused for a moment to gauge Sandra's understanding.
She continued. "Am I right in thinking you'd like to be one of Tom's tutors?"
Sandra had no problem deciphering Kate's carefully considered word. She did not want to offend.
"I would be very honoured." Sandra replied. "Thank you Tom."
"And in return, Sandra, would you allow Colin and I to oversee things. Not to judge, but to advise Tom if there's anything he's unsure of?"
"Colin?"
"I'd be very happy to help oversee things, yes."
Tom stood unsure what he should do.
Sandra took a few steps across the room. "I really mean what I said, Tom." She reached and patted Tom's abs, letting her fingers move and stroke.
"And your chest too." Sandra ran her fingers over him again, circling over and around his nipples. Tom didn't feel fazed or embarrassed at all. Whatever mom had whispered had made everything feel so natural. He suddenly felt so horny, so willing to please Sandra.
"My, Tom, you seem to be enjoying this." Sandra ran her fingers ever so lightly along his cock. Now it was Sandra's turn to feel horny. This was an answered prayer. She'd seen guys on the beach, in the nudist camp, hung less than Tom, but far better than Colin.
Colin was getting horny too. He'd seen couples who were only too happy that someone was watching. Now though, he could watch his wife. How often had he dreamed of this.
Tom barely heard the clicks of mom's fingers, but each click reinforced his arousal and his confidence. His rod was now solid as iron and leaking pre-cum. Sandra simply kept up the soft stroking until her own juices were almost dripping from her. Just one look towards Kate, and a nod in return.
Tom felt good. This was something different; it gave him control. Doggy was a new position for Tom, favoured by Sandra. Colin had some difficulty when it came to fucking. His much shorter length seemed to work best from behind her.
