This is a continuation of Tom's story but a stand alone, a fantasy spin-off. You don't need to read the other parts but that doesn't mean you can't if you wish to. It is NOT just a mom and son fuck story. It includes other characters, voyeurism and just more than a hint of pure undiluted fun.
All characters are 18+
Kate was happy. She had spent a couple of hours on the Internet trying to find a suitable holiday apartment for her and Tom. Her luck was in! Out of the blue a cancellation popped up. The English owners of a chalet on the edge of the Tremblade forest in Charente-Maritime, South West France, seemed ideal. She emailed the owners, transferred the discounted rental money, and the holiday was booked.
'Just one thing you need to be aware of, came the reply. There is a nudist campsite nearby and several of the beaches are clothing optional.'
Kate smiled again. This could be quite an eye-opener for both of them. She was due a holiday from work anyway; they would need to rearrange a couple of appointments but her holiday leave request was granted.
Just recently things had got on top of her. Persuading someone with a lifelong dread of dentists that all was safe was, at times, nigh impossible, even with the help of hypnosis. Whether the thought of being hypnotised and controlled by a female might be the reason why some male patients became unwittingly aroused, she did not know. But it happened, and that alone made some days worthwhile. Other days needed great mental strength and concentration, making her tired and stressed. She needed the break, and it would give her chance to make Tom's summer break special too.
The drive down to Portsmouth wasn't too big a deal. Tom had a driving licence but only drove mom's car occasionally. From St Malo they drove an hour each alternately to a cheap stopover hotel south of Brittany. Mom didn't need hypno charm in the small hotel room. With nowhere much to hide mom simply stripped off in front of Tom, making the most of an impromptu striptease to seduce her son.
Tom didn't need any encouragement, he allowed mom to undress him. Both naked and with no-one to interrupt them they stood, first hugging then kissing, naked boy against naked mom.
"Why can't it be always like this, Tom?" She asked, not expecting a reply.
Despite the drive, the crossing and the further drive south, neither was tired, or at least admitting tiredness. The tiny hotel room was theirs, the only entertainment, save a small tv, was their own. Why waste time?
"I love you mom," Tom's first admission. He proved that by rising to the occasion. Mom's breasts nestled comfortably against his man nipples.
Mom's mouth, unspeaking, told Tom that she loved him too. Unspeaking because her mouth was open at its widest, her tongue playing games against his.
It took mere seconds for Tom's cock to swell. It took only seconds more for it to reach its fullest. The pressure of his blood flooding inside it made it appear it would burst. Of course it didn't.
Mom's love chamber was juicing nicely. She could sense the lubrication freely flowing.
"Please."
That was the only word she needed. Laid as comfortably as she could on the thin, hard mattress, she allowed Tom to enter her.
"Tom," she started. Her voice trailed off.
Tom, afraid to hurt mom, moved slowly at first. Inch by inch was buried deeper and deeper inside her. She drew in her breath, still not completely used to his length and his thickness.
"Tom ... that's so good. Fuck me, fuck me Tom. Fuck me hard. I need you so much."
Bit by bit, Tom built up speed. He thrust faster and faster until his mom, the mom he loved so much, needed to draw in gulps of air.
"Tom, oh Tom." Her only words as she felt that sexual tension build up inside her. "Mom." Like the script from a cheap budget love movie.
Mom's building passion urged him to speed up more. Unused to the exercises placed on his muscles, his legs threatened to cramp. He ignored it, determined to prove he was no longer a youth but a man.
His determination paid off and his own body responses kicked in. His orgasm built rapidly. Just one more spurt of energy and they both peaked together. Tom's cum shot through his ram-rod deep inside mom's pleasure cave.
Kate just could not believe how vast, how electric, how eternally pleasurable her orgasm could be. It ripped through her, leaving her shaking from its force.
They needed no sheet or blanket in the warm French summer night. Spent but still tingling they slept, spooned naked together on top of the bed covers until morning came.
The breakfast fare was nothing special, but they dined on baguettes, a French version of cornflakes or chocolate pops, warm long-life milk, toast and jam, and biscuits washed down with strong black coffee. Setting off early they took to the toll-free roads, stopping off for lunch in a chain restaurant just off the main
route nationale.
Towards late afternoon they had completed most of their journey. However, passing through kilometer upon kilometer of open countryside meant there were no rest areas. Tom was bursting for a pee, with mom trying hard to hold off too. There was a small picnic area ahead with room for just 3 or 4 cars. Kate pulled in, next to a car displaying Dutch plates. With no sign of a driver, Kate assumed he or she had gone for a short walk as a break from driving.
The 2 picnic tables were on the edge of a small wooded area. Both Tom and mom had the same idea.
"Tom." It was one of mom's orders, not requests, "Find somewhere I can't be seen from the road."
"But mom ..."
"Don't argue. I've already dampened my panties. And I don't want somewhere that I'll scratch myself."
Tom looked. "Here."
Kate walked over. " Now stay there in case someone comes by."
"It's an empty road."
"So watch for the driver of the Dutch car."
It was pointless talking. Mom's panties were off, in her hand. Grabbing Tom's arm and with her skirt hiked up she hovered, warm piss streaming noisily on to the grass. Tom wondered just how anyone could hold so much pee in their bladder.
Maybe it was the pressure of urine in his bladder but being by mom while she pissed was having an effect on him. The flow slowly ceased. Then mom's butt cheeks bobbed up and down. She wiped herself with the already damp panties.
With the sheer intimacy of what he'd seen and heard, such a 'private' but everyday thing, Tom's cock was now swollen hard.
"TOM! Behave yourself!" Mom scolded.
Behave himself? It was curiosity, pure curiosity he told himself. How did women do it without a tube to flow out of. Where was it hidden? And why did his sister need a friend in the bathroom to talk to while she peed? It must, he thought, be a private place to exchange gossip.
Kate went carefully back to the car, panties in hand. Tom had to wait a short while until his erection subsided before he could pee.
Suddenly he heard a noise, a low moan, from further within the trees. Walking carefully he saw a small patch of open ground, a grassed area. In there was a travel rug, a waterproofed blanket for picnics. On the travel rug were a man and woman, presumably from the Dutch car, engrossed in themselves. Still mostly clothed, the guy was slow fucking the woman. Another moan escaped her lips.
Time stood still as Tom stood in awe. Whilst he couldn't see clearly, he could see enough for his cock to be rock solid again.
Suddenly, realising mom would wonder where he was, Tom moved away, waiting yet again for his erection to subside. Having finally emptied his bladder, Tom was surprised at the sensitivity his cock had gained. Nothing else to do, he thought, but to return to his hiding place. Watching, and listening to the couple, it took only seconds for him to shoot his load.
"What happened, Tom?"
"Oh, I found the car driver and his companion. They were ..." He couldn't spit out the word 'fucking'. "I admit I stopped to watch."
"TOM!" said mom. "That's private!"
She paused. "Where are they?"
They both made their way, as quiet as field mice, to the spot.
"Stand behind me."
Tom obeyed.
She took his left hand, placed it on her breast, took his right hand and placed it on her pussy.
Tom needed no instruction. With nimble movements of his fingers, Kate's climax came almost as fast as his had. It was very muted, but the memory of the couple fucking remained in her sex brain, to be retrieved later.
"For heaven's sake Tom, stop sniffing your fingers.'
Tom still couldn't understand why the scent was so arousing. He couldn't remember it being mentioned in biology lessons. Tom found it so addictive it was perhaps for the good he wasn't driving.
Early evening they arrived at their holiday chalet. Collecting the key from reception, Kate was amazed to find a day pass in the welcome pack. Not just any free day pass but a chance to sample the hospitality of the nudist camp next door!
Maybe a publicity stunt to gain new members, Kate was sure the offer was not going to be wasted. Driving for the last hour or so without panties and still buzzing from the voyeuristic thrill, Kate was ready for whatever the evening presented her. A meal though first, and a drink to kick off the holiday. The chalet was in a small complex, with an expensive but convenient mini supermarket. Kate wasn't too bothered about brands, the local
vin de table
would do. 2 bottles of plonk plus food they'd brought from home would see them through
There was still plenty of time in the day to take a short walk around the area. They passed the nudist site, surrounded by its high fencing, and arrived at the forest walk to the beach. Five minutes later they were walking along the edge of the water, hand in hand. For all anyone knew, Kate could have been walking with her toy boy, lovers taking an evening stroll.
Lovers they were. Tom had learned much from his mom since his last day at the school. Kate was determined not to be possessive. As long as he was there to fuck her, tease her, finger or lick her, he could look at and admire any young lady her pleased.
A short way along the beach was a sign, in French, English and German.
Attention
Plage naturiste Strand FKK
Nudist bathing allowed on this
section of the beach only
There were still a few couples, and a few solo males and females determined to make the absolute most of the hot day. Indeed, there were one or two still in the sea.
In this particular part of France the sea is often rough, the '
cote sauvage'.
