You Know I Can See You, Right? Ch. 06

We rounded a corner and came upon a small pebbly beach. Mari suggested that we lay out for a bit and get some sun. We both seemed game and Mari instantly removed her blouse, offering me my very first view of her perfect tits. They weren't tan but weren't white either, as if they saw the sun only on rare occasions.

I pulled a large blanket out of my pack and laid it out, then removed my pants and shirt and laid down completely nude. Neither girl expressed any shock, but I think they were both a bit surprised at the boldness of my maneuver.

As Mari was unbuttoning her shorts, slowly, not wanting to get too far ahead of Mom, Mom simply pulled her top over her head. Her gorgeous, full breasts bounced just slightly as she did so. Mari had a brief look of total envy over their beauty. As if in response Mari dropped her shorts to reveal a sexy white thong. She seemed to be saying 'Take that!' as if in competition for my attention.

Mom hesitated for just a bit, taking her time to fold her top just so and remove her shoes. Mari sat down next to me cross-legged, and was half watching Mom, half taking in the view. Mom unbuttoned her tight shorts, unzipped them rather slowly, apparently very nervous about exposing her new, miniscule thong. It had the slight effect of her putting on a show. With a rolling motion of her hips she worked the tight material over her bottom and off, letting them simply fall with a gentle 'whoosh' to the gravel.

Mari gave such a surprised look upon seeing the virtual nothingness of Mom's bathing suit bottoms, I actually laughed out loud.

"What?" Mom asked, defensively, immediately.

"Oh sorry, nothing. I think Marianne is just a bit surprised by your bold choice of bathing suit."

"I am not even." Mari countered. "It's just ..."

"What?" Mom asked again. I realized that this was the first time she had uttered a word all day.

"I did not know that American women were, ..." she stammered, looking for words and phrases that she didn't fully command. Mom waited for her explanation. "I always believed Americans were, ... that American women were, ... shy?" she asked, wondering if her words were correct. Mom wasn't understanding fully. "Puritans?" Mari tried again. "Not willing to show their bodies as you do?"

Mom considered her words for a moment.

"Well, honestly, ... I don't think you are wrong. About Americans, anyway" Mom told her. "I might never wear this." She said indicating the tiny patch of cloth that counted as bikini bottoms. "Or go without a top if Andy, ..." She caught herself about to divulge something private.

"What about Awndy?" Mari asked, swiveling her gaze back and forth between us.

"Well, ... Andy bought this for me. Yesterday." Mom admitted quietly as she ran her fingers over the material, not realizing that she was actually running her fingers over her pussy in front of us. She caught herself and jerked her hand away.

Mari's mouth dropped open a bit, at this admission. Slowly her eyes rolled from Mom's to mine.

"Truly? You have bought this for your own mother?" I smiled a bit sheepishly.

"Actually I bought her three of them in different colors." Mari's amazed expression remained.

"Oooo la la!" she finally whistled. She brought her hand up and shook it waving her fingers as if to say, 'Wow! How hot is that?' "Show me?" she asked Mom turning back to her.

Mom steeled herself, then slowly turned a little circle displaying her body for our inspection. Once facing front again, Mari reached up and took the material in her fingers. This required her to slip 2 fingers under the tiny hem, right next to Mom's pussy. I watched as Mari's fingers gently slid back and forth, between the tight material and Mom's flesh.

"I like!" she said quietly. "I like this very much!" She looked up into Mom's eyes. "You are so beautiful, Szhudy." She pronounced my mother's name with that French 'J' which always made my skin tingle to hear it.

My cock was so hard under me as I lay on it watching them. Mari's eyes rolled to mine.

"Your mother, Szhudy, is so beautiful!" she told me.

"Yes." I said simply. "I know this." Mari's smile turned just a bit wicked.

"It is exciting that you bought this for her to wear." Mari continued to gentle feel the fabric. I simply smiled and nodded. "And it pleases you to see her wear it, yes?" I continued nodding.

"Is it fun to wear this suit for Awndy?" she asked Mom, without turning to look at her.

"Yes." Mom squeaked. Her voice seemed to have lost itself in the moment.

Mari withdrew her fingers and extended her hand a bit higher, offering it to Mom.

"Come lay with us?" Mari asked her. "Come lay here with us."

Mari scooted her bottom a bit away from me making room for Mom between us. Mom moved around and lay down on her tummy between us, facing the river. Mari laid her arm over Mom's back to reach and touch my back.

"It is very exciting for me to watch you. I enjoy to watch you sexy tease each other." She told Mom. She had said the same thing to me, the night she first met my mother. Mom didn't react, just lay there with her chin on the back of her hand, gazing out at the turquoise water. "Is it exciting for you? To sexy tease each other?" she asked Mom. Mom thought about it a long time. Neither of us said anything for a long time.

She turned to face Mari square on, which put their noses mere inches apart.

"Yes." She said firmly. She was testing Mari to gauge her reaction. Mari simply moved her hand up my back, over Mom's shoulder, into her hair and pulled her close, kissing her lightly on the cheek.

"You both, ..." she told us, her eyes flicking back and forth between us. "You are both of you, so lucky to have each other in this way." She was looking very earnest. "You love each other for true. As a mother and son lover each other always, ..." she was looking very thoughtful now. "But to love each other, ... as people, ... as truest friends, ... like lovers do, ..." she looked like she might cry. "It is like a treasure, what you have to each other."

"Oh. You sweet girl." Mom told her and they kissed. It wasn't sexy or hot or anything of the sort. It was more like Mom would kiss my sister Jackie; maternal. Mari's tears now came on like a flood. Mom and I had no idea what this was about, but this was not the time to ask, simply be there for her. "Oh sweetie." Mom cooed and she quietly cried.

I was quite taken aback, as she had always been the firm, in-charge type of French girl that I was used to. We had unearthed something here.

"Oh sweetheart." Mom said as she move to hug the nearly naked girl next to her.

"I am sorry." Mari sobbed into my shoulder.

"Don't you be!" Mom soothed. "Don't you ever be. Not with us."

I was watching a powerful, meaningful exchange between two women that, I suddenly realized, I loved. I scooted close to Mom and reached around to hold Mari as well. Mari arm came around me and crushed me to them. We just held each other for a long time.

A bit later I realized that my erection was pressing firmly into Mom's hip as we all hugged. I made a move to separate a bit and Mom's hand came around behind me and held me close to her, not wanting the moment to end quite yet. My cock stayed where it was. Her hand had been on my hip, but it then slid to my bottom and gently squeezed the handful of flesh there. I worked my hips a bit and ground my cock into her hip a bit harder.

She moved Maris' face around so that she could kiss her gently, lovingly, then turned and did the same to me. I reached around and wiped tears from Mari's cheeks and she gave me the most luminous smile!

"Come." Mom said. "Let's go in the water."

The three of us walked hand in hand to the water's edge and waded in about waist deep. It wasn't warm by any means, but it felt so good. I steeled myself and dove in. When I surfaced I turned to see the girls hugging waist deep in the water, their breasts pressing together; an incredibly sexy sight.

They finally swam with me, briefly, the water being too chilly to stay in long, but we played some grab ass in the water. Both took the opportunity to take hold of my cock. I grabbed their butts and breasts. I think they even grabbed each other's breasts a bit, playfully.

We lazed a bit in the sun on the blanket, me in the middle now. I dozed a bit but was awakened by someone gently teasing my cock. I looked down to see Mari tracing her fingers along the length of me.

"Yes, it is." Mom whispered.

"Yes, what is?" I asked.

"We both think your cock is gorgeous." Mari admitted. "Look how big you are. Very handsome."

"Et Mama aussi." She said as she reached across and groped and handful of Mom's full breast. "So perfect." We both watched as Mari simply held it gently, measuring its fullness and weight. She gently squeezed and we all watched the shape shift a bit with the side pressure. The skin was elegantly smooth, Mari stroked her thumb over Mom's hard nipple, releasing it to bounce back into position. Mom's eyes began to glaze over just a bit. "This feels good? Yes?' Mom simply moaned that it did.

Briefly we all turned out attention to Mari, as Mom did the same to her, cupping and squeezing her breast and toying with her nipple.

"Mmmmm Oui!" Mari moaned quietly. "La la la! Fantastique." She said aloud.

Mom's fingers finally left her breast and moved to my chest and toyed with my nipple. Mari moaned at the sight. Mom stroked her fingers over me in a wider and wider arc reaching almost to my cock, which was dancing and jerking with anticipation.

"Oh, oui." Mari breathed. "Touche, sil vous plait, Mama."

Mom ran her fingers down my thigh and up the inside. We all held our collective breath as she gently, with a feather touch, ran her fingertips up and over the length of my cock. Mari moaned at seeing the contact, while I gasped at the touch. Mom's fingers came all the way up to my chin, which she turned towards her and we kissed softly.

"Touch his tongue with yours." Marianne whispered. Mom drew back a fraction of an inch and her tongue peeked out. I gently pushed mine out to meet it and they touched. "Merci, c'est magnifique!!"

It was time to head back. We rose and dressed slowly, not wanting the magic spell over the day and this place to end. I pulled Marianne into my arms and kissed her long and deep. I then did the same to my mother. Mari joined us in this last kiss and the three of us kissed at the same time. Three tongues dancing together; magic!

The drive back up out of the gorge was spectacular in the afternoon light. It was dark by the time we got home. Mari needed to get an early bed, as she was working early. We both kissed her goodnight, but not like at the gorge. That spell was past.

We had snacked on the way back on wine and a baguette and some local cheese that we bought along the way. Neither of us needed more dinner. In fact we were beat from the long day. All that was said on the short trip back to my place was that Marianne probably needed someone to really talk to about her past. Mom suspected that there hadn't been much affection in her upbringing.

"I must say though, ... 'Awndy', ..." We both laughed. "I really, ... really like her."

"I do too." I admitted, to us both. "I really do. She's a doll."

I parked the car in my spot, put up the top, grabbed our stuff and we walked up to the house. We walked in the door, closed it, set our stuff down and stood there for a moment.

"Well," Mom said, "Here we are. As I promised." She seemed very nervous.

"You take the bed, I'll have the couch." I told her. She looked at me and smiled.

"Don't be nervous. You'll be fine." I told her taking her into my arms for a gentle hug.

"What a spectacular day." She said, nuzzling my chest.

"Yes it was!" I agreed. "You two are the most amazing women. And what a place, huh? Isn't that an incredible sight?" We stayed like that, in our embrace as we chatted about how incredible the Verdon Gorge had been.

"Thank you for taking me, sweetheart." At last she said, "Time for me to get some sleep." backing out of my arms.

She busied herself getting ready for bed, as I made up a nest on the couch. We both stood hip to hip at the bathroom sink brushing our teeth, her in a cute silk camisole and me in my underwear. I could make out her nipples gently stroking back and forth under the lightweight fabric as her arm moved back and forth with the brushing motion. Her eyes were watching mine, knowing full well the display that I was enjoying. Her gaze even dropped to my shorts a couple of times. I was not fully erect, but felt pretty heavy down there, just being this close to Mom.

I set a glass of water by her bedside and pulled down the comforter. She climbed into my bed, which gave me a glimpse of the fact that she didn't wear the panties that must have come with the top. A brief glimpse of her sweet little pussy lips was enough to make me swell to full hardness. Mom noticed this and gave me a look.

"You are too much, mister." She said smiling wryly to herself.

I lay down on the couch, under the open window, and listened to the late night sounds of the city below me. Suddenly I was more tired than I realized and was sound asleep.

I woke slightly to roll over, on the unfamiliar couch, and cracked my eyes just a bit. They then flew open when I noticed Mom sitting right there on my coffee table. She smiled just a bit when I noticed her. She was just watching me, chin in her hand, elbow on her knee; quietly watching.

"You okay?" I asked her.

"Mmmm hmmm." She replied, then added. "Ever since you were a baby, I have loved to watch you lay there sleeping. I haven't watched you for years, but you're just as cute now as then."

"It's warm." I told her as I threw back the covers, only then realizing that I had stripped off my shorts some time earlier, due to the heat. "Oops. Sorry." I said and pulled the covers back over me. She smiled slightly and gave me a 'Yeah, right.' kind of look. "I didn't realize, ..." I stammered, but her expression didn't change. "Sorry." I finally said simply.

"I didn't mind." She told me quietly. "I like to look at you. You're beautiful." I flung the covers back again, not caring that she saw. Mom made an obvious glance to my cock, which was beginning to grow. "Beautiful." She repeated.

"You too." I whispered.

"Me too?' she asked.

"You're beautiful."

"Oh." She said. "I thought, ... that you wanted, ..." I simply nodded at the double meaning of my statement.

She sat up straight, considering, and then slowly pulled the silky material up and over her head. She then sat there, straight-backed and proud as I examined her bare body. I moaned my approval and admiration, taking in all of her glorious nude skin. Her nipples were hard little buttons. She leaned back, placing her hands behind her on the table, and gently raised her chest, pushing out her tits.

Then, slowly, very slowly, opened her legs, spreading open to me view, showing me the most beautiful little pussy ever. Completely hairless, lips slightly darker than the rest of her, swollen and full and slightly parted. Her inner lips were clearly visible but tightly closed, though her clit was peeking just a bit. It looked like the pussy of an 18 year old girl; perfection. As her legs spread a bit wider then inner lips parted a bit and a silky strand of moisture stretched between them. I was drooling.

She, in turn, was watching my erection grow and bob, rolling a bit on my thigh, waking, rising, and then standing up of its own accord.

"How can a mother and her son both find each other such a sexual turn on?" she quietly asked me.

"Well firstly," I started, "we love each other so much already. I do. I love you so much!" Her eyes came up to mine, smiling, along with her sexy lips. "That we both find the other so physically attractive is an added plus. As for that ethereal bond, that some people simply can't resist the other, I've never figured that out, but it is quite a powerful draw.

"It sure can be." She agreed.

"Your penis is so gorgeous, sweetie." Her gaze had returned to it. "It was so electrifying when I touched you by the river, ..." She was getting into that raw, passionate state that I was coming to recognize. I said and did nothing to break the growing spell. "You are so big." She whispered.

I watched as she moved to sit up and then slid to her knees on the floor next to me. My cock was aching and bouncing by itself. She knelt right alongside my cock, as she gently placed one hand on my chest and then other on my knee. She just studied my cock. I did and said nothing.

"You are so big, sweetie." She repeated so quietly I almost didn't hear her.

Her hands began to drag the fingernails in tiny circles almost of their own accord. She was circling my knee and one of my nipples and she continued to watch my dancing cock perform for her. Her left hand, moved slowly from my knee up my thigh and began to gently, lightly scratch my aching balls.

"Such beautiful , ... big, ... full balls, ..." She was in a trance. "Mmmmmm all that cum, ..."

Her other hand began an agonizingly slow journey down my chest, across my stomach and began the same gentle scratching in my pubes, right at the root of my cock. It leapt, by itself, towards her hand, trying for some kind of contact. Her thumb and forefinger were caressing all around the base, but not up onto the shaft at all.

"You are so big, sweetie." She whispered again. "Such a wonderful, ... big, ... hard, ... handsome, ... cock." This last word she uttered with such intense sexuality I almost came right there.

"Can I touch you Andy?" she asked from deep in her trance.

"Yes Judy. You can touch me." Using her name gave her a slight jolt.

"Call me Mom. I like when you call me 'Mom', ... when we're like this, ... when I'm about to touch your gorgeous cock."

"Yes Mom. You can touch me." I repeated, emphasizing the work Mom for her.

"Touch you where, Andy? Where would you like me to touch you?"

"Touch my hard cock, Mom." I whispered to her. "Feel me. Feel how hard I am, ... for you. Just for you. You are so incredible, you make my cock so fucking hard! I want you to feel the size of me, the warmth, how badly I want you."

There was another long moment, as she raised her hand and then, gently, softly wrapped her finger around the thick shaft, closing her finger tightly. We both moaned loudly at the contact.

"Oh yeah!" I moaned.

"Oh sweetie love! Oh Andy, baby! My sweet baby. You feel so good!" Her voice was strained with the intensity of holding her son's cock in her hand for the first time. "You are so fucking hard sweetie. I looooovvvveee your big, hard cock, Andy, Son.

Her left hand continued tickling my balls as her right just kept squeezing and releasing, again and again. I simply lay there thrilling to the incredible sight of my other playing with my cock and balls. I didn't want to break the spell, so just laid there quietly.

"Oh sweetie love! Oh Andy! I love it. I love your cock, baby." With that she leaned over the kissed the tip. My whole body jerked involuntarily with the contact. "Mmmm yes. I love your cock, baby." She repeated kissing the head again and then again.

"I'm kissing your cock, Andy. I am so wicked. I'm kissing your cock. I love kissing your cock. I am so wicked. I shouldn't love this so much." She tried to convince herself. "I am so wicked for loving this so much. I have to stop. I don't ever want to stop kissing your beautiful cock, sweetie love, but I have to stop kissing your big, ..." kiss, "...hard,..." kiss, "...sexy, ..." kiss, "manly cock."

It was amazing to witness her insane state of mind. Internally she was battling with herself so hard, as her lips teased and pleasured my penis.

Finally with one last losing attempt to gain control she opened her mouth and engulfed the entire head of my cock, letting it then slip slowly from her lips.