I woke late, which is not my usual, but I was feeling a bit rough. I swallowed 3 ibuprofen and sat in a hot, hot shower for a bit, allowing the scalding water to pound on my aching head. This always makes me feel better. Also, not having to work today helped my mood. I had arranged several days off in the row to spend time with Mom.
Mom. She flashed into my fuzzy head and my body began to respond in its usual manner. That full, heavy feeling in my cock began at once. I sat there idly diddling my balls as I replayed all of the sexy things we had done since that fateful day of her mistake with her computer camera.
Forgoing my usual coffee and Croissant breakfast, I dried, dressed and drove over to Mom's hotel. It might be early for her, but I couldn't resist being in her company another moment. Arriving at her room I let myself in with the spare key and quietly slipped inside. I could make out her form in the darkness of the room. I didn't want to push it too much, so remained fully dressed and lay down on the bed as opposed to getting in the bed.
She stirred a bit as I scooted closed and spooned her.
"Andy." She moaned groggily. "Don't be naughty." Her voice was slightly scolding.
"Not to worry. I promise." I wrapped my arm around her shape, buried under covers, and she moaned happily and scooted closer to me.
"Mmmmm. Morning sweetie love." She murmured happily and then dozed a bit more.
I dozed off again as well, and an hour later awoke to a real desire for coffee. I hugged her tight, kissed the back of her head, whispered that I loved her, and then phoned for coffee, croissants, and fresh fruit to be brought up to us. Then I crawled back onto the bed. Half asleep, Mom grabbed my arm and brought it close around her, placing my hand between her breasts, still on top of the covers though. I could feel her soft mounds close around my hand on both sides though; heaven!
10 minutes later she had to pee.
"I said I have to pee." She reiterated.
"You want me to take one for you?" I joked.
"No. I mean, ... I'm naked." She finally admitted.
"So?" I asked, confused.
After a moment she told me that it might sound silly, but I couldn't see her nude. I was taken aback, then said,
"But I've seen you nude many times by now."
"Not in person, though."
"I'll close my eyes, I promise."
"You'll peek." She told me.
"I might." I joked. "Seriously, I have seen you completely nude and, ... well, ... doing things that, ..."
She turned around to face me with a look that told me that she was still Mom and in charge.
"Really? I can't even peek?"
"Well," she relented, "maybe just a peek." She smiled and then slipped out of bed and padded softly to the bathroom. She was holding her breasts, to cover them, absurdly, but the sight of her gorgeous tushy and she bounced along was enough to energize my cock again. I forgot to close my eyes, so I watched full view and detailed in my mind her sexy back, defined deltoids, narrow waist, sexy defined quads; what a body my mother has. And beautifully tan as well. As she slipped into the bathroom I noted the tan line of her butt. Mom wore a bikini with a fairly modest coverage; lots of white on the adorable bottom.
"Andy, sweetie," she called from the bathroom. "I forgot my toothbrush. Can you bring it from my overnight?" I got up and opened her case, fished around for the brush and paste and headed for the bathroom. The door was open and I was afforded a sight I shall never forget. Mom was sitting on the toilet, completely nude, arms crossed to hide her bare breasts, but she was nude! Completely nude, sitting there in such an intimate pose. This, to me, was as much a turn on as watching her masturbate. The intimacy was surprising.
I left the stuff on the counter and backed out. Mom smiled a thank you. I returned to the bed and got in, rolling the image of her around in my hangover- addled mind. I heard the toilet flush, then water as she brushed, then watched intently for her return. There was a long silent moment where no sound issued from the bathroom. 'What was she doing?' I wondered.
After a long silent pause, Mom emerged walking slowly, head high, not covering anything. Her breasts were gently bouncing and swaying slightly as she walked slowly back to the bed, eyes on mine, pulled back the covers and climbed in. No comment about my having gotten into the bed. She rolled her back to me and scooted back up against me. She reached back took my hand and brought it around her. She kissed my palm and then placed my bare hand between her bare breasts and simply held it there. I was electrified!
"I love you Andy." She said quietly, and then no more was said until the food arrived.
The sun had appeared and the morning was still a bit cool but the veranda was perfect for breakfast. I had room service set up outside, tipped him and closed the door behind him. Mom was watching me the whole time. I went to the closet and pulled out a plush white robe and simply held it up for her. She threw back the covers, exposing herself to my view again and then stood and allowed me to cloak her in the robe.
Little was said as we drank coffee, ate our fill and watched the town coming to life. There was something so purely sensual about gazing at Mom's bare calves and feet and she rested them on the chair next to me. I had seen much of her body, (certainly not to this latest extent), over the years and never once gave it a thought from a sexual standpoint. Now I couldn't imagine not seeing her from a sexual standpoint. What an incredible change this was. She was staring at me.
"We're in trouble, aren't we?" she asked after a long moment.
"Why do you say that?" There was an even longer moment.
"The things that we've been admitting to each other, ... when we're excited, ... and ... you know ..."
"What we want to do, ... and be to each other?" I asked. She nodded. "You're not in trouble with me." I smiled. She didn't. Another long pause ensued. "I admit that it would be difficult if other people knew about this ..."
"Marianne already knows." She cut in.
"No." I countered. "She doesn't know anything."
"Well, ... she suspects." Mom stated.
"What if she does suspect, but doesn't care? Or even better, ... or worse, ... likes the idea, or is turned on by the idea?"
"Did she say something?" Mom asked me.
"She told me that she was excited to watch us 'sexy tease each other'." I chuckled. "I love the way she speaks English; totally charming." Mom smiled at that.
"She's an adorable girl." After another long pause she said, "Do you think she might be turned on by the idea of us, ... together?"
I just smiled at the thought, but didn't answer.
"What time is it?" she finally asked.
"11:35."
"What?!!" she cried out. "It's almost noon? How could you let me sleep this late?" she scolded. "I didn't come to France to sleep the day away." She stood, but was flustered for a moment at what to wear. "What are we doing anyway?"
"I thought a relaxing couple of hours at the beach would be a nice kick-off for the day." She considered the thought smiling. I asked,"You brought a suit or shall we buy you one?" She turned to her suitcase and began to dig through looking for what she brought.
"I brought a suit but it's kind of modest." I waited for her to find it and then called her over to me, as I sat in a chair.
It was a lovely black maillot one piece with an open back and tiny shoulder straps. I took the suit and moved her right in front of me, my hands on her hips. She gazed down at me for a moment until I reached for the tie to her robe.
"Whoa. What are you doing?"
"I'm helping." I told her, with a sly smile. She considered my words for quite a while as she held my hands captive. I just waited, hoping against hope that she would relent.
"That is way more than just a peek." She chided softly, but was still considering. "This has a very high naughtiness potential." I just maintained my gentle smile, my heart absolutely pounding in my chest. She smiled sweetly, and gently released my hands, and gave me a look filled with meaning: 'don't push this too fast and fuck it up'.
Very slowly I untied the robe and let the straps hang. I didn't move further, just waited for the robe to unfurl on its own. Slowly, very slowly it did, until there was a 3 inch gap down the middle. I was gazing into her eyes, so saw the expanse of elegant skin between her breasts via my peripheral vision; gorgeous. It occurred to me that if I looked down her pussy would be visible. I think she had the same thought and was just waiting for me to steal a look there. I didn't.
"Mom," I whispered softly, "you are the most exquisite, exciting, beautiful woman I have ever known. You have such a profound effect on me. Potent sexuality to be sure, but way more than that; a deep admiration and love for you." Our eyes were locked, gazing deeply. "I love you so much!" I whispered. "So much!"
She hugged me to her, my cheek in full contact with that gorgeous skin in her cleavage. We remained in this embrace for a long time. Her fingers combed through my hair and she kissed the top of my head. Nothing more was said.
After a long embrace, she finally released me. I looked up into her eyes again, reached up and gently eased the robe off her shoulders. It fell out of my vision, as our eyes remained fastened on each other.
"May I look at your body?" I asked quietly. She simply smiled and nodded.
My eyes traced a lazy path down from her face to her perfect breasts. They were mere inches from me. Her nipples looked painfully erect. The freckles on her skin were so close now, so adorable! I noted that her ribs were nicely formed and created a lovely arch above her tummy, which was flat and sexy. Not ripped, but beautifully shaped and the skin looked velvety soft. Her tummy was framed on both sides by sexy hip bones which drew a slight arrow shape aiming lower to her mound which was pronounced and perfectly smooth; not a hair there. She was very turned on! It was apparent.
