'I think one sees more pretty women in five minutes in Warsaw than in half an hour in any other European capital, London thrown in.' -- Harry de Windt
This story of Julia (42), her Husband - Jakub (42) and their son - Antoni (20) is set in Poland, for most part in the Tatra mountains.
It is an Incest theme story (M/S) with an undertone of Group & Lesbian action.
Currently the story is currently in two parts, and I intend to write an Epilogue to this story sometime soon.
I hope you all love the build up....
Happy Holidays. Enjoy.
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"Jakub has done it again." I was upset.
"Don't worry, Mama, he will be here soon." Antoni defended his father.
"It is not unusual for him to do this." I insisted, "He keeps doing this, and we keep letting him off every time." I complained.
"Mama, his job is important, and he is making this world a better place." Antoni idolized his father, and hence his defense seemed superficial, but it wasn't far from the truth. Jakub was indeed a smart man, with a serious job. Jakub works for Greenpeace.
On this occasion, he had missed our date, my birthday. His last message, an hour earlier, was that he'd be late but that he would surely come.
Antoni and I had reached the restaurant ahead of him and were already halfway through our meals, and Jakub was nowhere to be seen.
For Krakow standards, the restaurant wasn't fancy but was still an upscale fine-dining place, the other end of town from where we lived. We had decided a long drive would also do us all good.
Antoni was twenty and reading at the Jagiellonian University. He had another year and a half to go.
"Mama, you look beautiful today." Antoni chipped in, trying to calm me.
"Stop patronizing me, young man." I snapped at him.
"No, Mama you do," he said, seriousness in his tone.
"umm..hmm," I accepted his compliment with some hesitation.
Wearing a stylish dress, I did feel slightly overdressed for the evening - but it was my birthday, so what the heck. An off-shoulder dress that showed my cleavage was a present to myself, telling me that forty-two was just a number.
Just then, a young couple reached our table. The guy, about Antoni's age, tapped on his shoulder.
"Hey, Antoni."
"Oh, hi, Jan," Antoni responded, a bit flustered.
In under a minute, it was evident that Antoni seemed intimidated by Jan's presence. Jan had a beautiful young girl on his arm. Although polite, she, too, seemed largely disinterested.
A flustered Antoni forgot to introduce them to me.
Jan confidently took over, "Antoni, you haven't introduced us to your beautiful girlfriend?"
Jan sidelined Antoni and looked directly towards me.
Before Antoni could speak, I said, "hi, I am Julia." The part that I was Antoni's mother got skipped. It didn't seem necessary for them to know, I guessed.
"Charmed," he replied, taking the hand I offered without shaking it.
Jan was clearly impressed by my presence. More specifically, I think, with the fact that Antoni had a nice-looking girlfriend.
If he had not been with his girlfriend, I would have bet he was hitting on me. It did seem as if he was flirting - or at least maybe complimenting more than he should have.
Antoni seemed awkwardly unsettled in the situation, which could quite possibly be given that he was with his mother.
Jan and the girl finally took off. Before leaving, Jan invited us, "We are headed for the movies. We'd love for you to join us if you wanna?"
We politely declined, without explaining why we couldn't.
Jan repeated, "We'll be at the Kijow if you change your mind. We would love for you to join us."
Then Jan added, "It was lovely to meet with you, Julia."
"And you too," I replied. I nodded at the girl as well.
After they went, I quizzed Antoni about them and found out that Jan and the girl were also attending the same university. Jan was a hotshot of some kind, and before today, he had never bothered to chat with Antoni. They were good acquaintances but not friends.
Antoni acknowledged, "Seeing you with me clearly must have changed his view of me."
I smiled.
"Your playing along in the role of my girlfriend got him intrigued."
I had already gathered that much from the interaction. The positive change in Antoni's mood clarified that it also meant something for him.
I chipped in. "Would you like to go to the movies at the Kijow, where they are headed?"
Antoni seemed surprised. I was pissed at Jakub, so I didn't mind leaving. And I wanted to make it up to Antoni for sticking around with me.
"Not that Jakub's coming..." I added.
Antoni gave a half-hearted protest and said, "Mama, I don't know if it's a great idea." Antoni attempted but he was clearly double-minded on the opportunity.
"Well, If you don't want to......" I allowed him an out. I didn't know if the playacting - being his date for the movies, in front of Jan and the girl - interested him at all.
"No, Mama. I would like you to be my date for the evening." He pleaded.
Half an hour later, we caught up with Jan and his girlfriend at the Kijow theatre. Both were glad we had decided to join them, especially Jan.
For the rest of the evening, I played along as Antoni's date and clung to his arm as the girl did with Jan.
Antoni was delighted, and I was happy that he was happy.
On first impression, Jan seemed like an arrogant, brash fellow but as the evening progressed I understood that he was an affable, confident, and sociable guy. Antoni looked up to him, and it was just that before that evening Antoni was never in Jan's close circle - and it looked like Antoni wanted to be in there. That must've changed when Antoni came out as someone who had a beautiful girlfriend, or so it seemed. Jan already knew, as did most of his other friends, Antoni's an intelligent and smart young man.
We entered the second from last rows of the theatre and we approached the twin-seater row. The rear end of the audi had two rows of twin seats, where two seats were attached at the base, and they had retractable armrests. On lifting each armrest the twin seats would become a two-seater sofa. The outer cushioned armrests on either side had cup holders and enough width to sufficiently distance the occupants from the couple sitting adjacent to them.
Jan and his girlfriend took one set, and we took the next one. It was a no-brainer that the armrest in between our seats had to go up, just as Jan pulled up theirs before we could even settle in.
Our twin seats had become a sofa, and we sat close together hip-to-hip. Jan had his arm around the girl, and Antoni could not muster enough courage to do the same. I took Antoni's hand and pulled his arm behind my shoulder encouraging him to relax. We shuffled a bit closer.
Twenty minutes into the movie and Jan was inside the girl's mouth, kissing her hard. The muffled moans were sufficiently loud for us to hear but generally low.
Both Antoni and I looked over towards my left, where Jan was kissing his girlfriend. The couple next to them were doing the same. On Antoni's right was another pair, who were sitting close together like us, watching the movie.
Jan looked at us from the corner of the eye, even as his face was almost fully blocked by the girls'. Embarrassed for staring, both Antoni and I hastily looked away.
Jan took his mouth off from the girl and smiled at us, before our heads had turned away. His hand had vanished inside the girl's top.
I turned my head to look towards Antoni, trying to see if he saw what I saw. We were merely inches apart, my lips were quivering, our breath met midway, a couple of inches between us.
I knew Antoni needed me to play along as his date. He had become cool in front of his friends and it was time for him to meet the new benchmark.
My eyes blinked slowly, my hand went up his arm telling him to go on. I bent my head a little suggestively and Antoni was only momentarily hesitant, before making our playacting date real.
Antoni leaned forward. Assuming I was allowing him to play-act, he kissed the side of my lips. For some reason, I was disappointed, but I let him choose.
I, too, pursed my lips, kissing the other edge of his lips.
I had half-turned towards Antoni. He could possibly see what was going on behind me with Jan and his girlfriend. I assumed he would carry on until he was satisfied that he had made an impression.
Our kiss was soft and subtle. No one but we knew that we were kissing the side of the lips.
As we continued to pretend, Antoni's mind returned to the woman in his arms. Encouraged, he moved his lips sideways and centered them on mine.
Our lips remained pursed but we were now kissing on the lips - properly. Strangely, I was relieved. I applied pressure, and Antoni reciprocated.
We were kissing nicely until Antoni decided it was time to up the game and opened his lips a little to take mine. Finding no resistance, he merrily kissed, sucked, and licked my lips. I opened my eyes and saw his eyes were closed. I decided to let him go on.
Somewhere around then, I felt Antoni bring his hand around my ear. His palm cupped my head from behind my neck and pulled me towards him. I brought my hand from his arm to his shoulder and then his neck, letting him know it was okay by me.
Antoni continued to lick, suck and play with my lips, and I sat there enjoying the feeling. Both of us had a hand behind the other's head, applying soft inward pressure.
I cannot clearly remember if it was me or if it was Antoni that started the tongue play, but I am certain that neither of us resisted it even for a second.
When I did realize we were french-kissing Antoni was inside my mouth, tapping, and reaching deeper. I had volunteered and sucked on his tongue. After he had cleared the inside of my mouth with his tongue, he withdrew in his mouth, magnetically taking my tongue into his mouth along with his own. I played inside his mouth for a sufficient time.
Before long, we were panting and gasping, both unwilling to let go of the other, even for air. When we did part, we took in quick gasps and dived right back in.
