Technology is a wonderful thing. It has created an entire virtual world of passionate sexual activity. I have indulged this new and thrilling virtual existence in many ways. I just never dreamed it might include my mother.
I married and was quickly left by a girl I met straight out of college. She was cute but a bit flighty. My mother first loved her when I met and married and hated her when she up and left, a scant 2 years later. My mother has always considered me "her baby", as the youngest of 3 kids. When my wife Sam went out the door, Mom was the first to call me home for a week to get my head back on straight.
It was easier said than done. I had fallen very hard for Sam, and her leaving me was a bigger blow than even I suspected. It began to unravel my life in many ways. As a coping mechanism I took a position in France with a financial firm that had recruited me hard just out of school. I hadn't originally thought of taking a position with them, due to the likelihood of extended travel. Now it seemed like the perfect thing.
The firm had a large office in Paris with smaller branches around France and Europe. I worked in the Paris office for 6 months before deciding to move to the Nice office. Quieter, near the ocean, it was heaven as soon as I arrived. Growing up in Southern California had always been about the beach, surfing, sailing, swimming were the ways my family spent much of its free time. My oldest sibling, David, owned a successful construction company in Santa Barbara. Jackie, my sister, was only 3 years older than me, owned a string of boutique shops up and down the Southern California coast.
Dad was an attorney, married more to the firm than to my mother, had moved in with a paralegal from his office who was 2 years younger than Jackie. This had left the 3 of us to care for my mother for the past 6 years. David was married, with 2 young kids and Jackie was single, and I suspected a lesbian. She had many girl friends, some of which were decidedly out of the closet. I had been asked to squire her to a number of functions, where she needed a date, but had no one that she really wanted to accompany her.
Mom was happy in her condo in Marina Del Rey in L.A. She had gotten it in the divorce, along with a sizable settlement buy out. Dad was not interested in paying her support for endless years, so he simply gave her a huge sum and was done with it. Mom was very bright with money and had doubled it, before decided that the markets were out of control, and liquidated most of her portfolio right before the big market crash of recent years. It was a stellar decision, which protected her assets amazingly.
Once in France I had taken to using Skype as my primary means of communicating with the family. I had been the techie in the family, so had set up everyone with the connections and trained them in the use of what is really a pretty basic technology. It made connecting that much easier once I got to France. I was now 9 hours ahead of everyone at home which required some goofy timing to be able to reach people when it was convenient. At 4 in the afternoon when I was just getting off work, I could reach the family at 7:00 AM their time. If I was willing to wake up at 3:00 AM, I could reach them at their 6:00 PM and chat before their dinner.
Skype became our lifeline for keeping touch and far better than the normal phone as we could see each other's smiling faces, and it was way cheaper! Mom and I developed a ritual where she would be enjoying her morning coffee when I would call. She would sometime take her laptop to the porch of her bedroom and sit in the morning sun while we chatted.
Life was good, things were busy, I was getting to know the city and meet some cute girls. Business was good and keeping close touch with home made it easier to bear the separation.
I had been living in Nice for about 4 months, when Mom's challenges with technology began to surface. From a distance I was trying to teach her Powerpoint. She was in a group of friends that did charity functions and fundraisers and she had been asked to give a presentation on the need to care for the homeless people that congregated in many of the beach communities. We had arranged for me to Skype her at 6:00 one morning to give her advice on her presentation.
I have a beautiful office with a view of the marina and live in a great apartment just below the Chateau cemetery, at the top of the Rue Rosetti, and up the stairs. I have to walk a bit from my private parking spot but it affords me a beautiful view of the ocean and the Promenade des Anglais. I have many times taken my computer to my little balcony and shown family and friends my view of Nice.
It took me some time to teach Mom how to use Skype, finding the icon, how to adjust sound and video. She learned slowly, and continued to struggle with getting her camera in the correct spot, but came along bit by bit.
I rang her one Saturday a bit early. Skype rang and rang and just as I was about to hang up she answered. When her picture came up the room was empty.
"Hi sweetie." She said. "Hang on a sec. You woke me up and I need to turn off my camera." I could just make out her arm reaching in the work the mouse. "I'm not dressed." I got a sudden jolt from the thought of my mother answering Skype in the nude.
"There we go, that's better." She said. My screen still showed her bedroom. Nothing had changed. I was about to say so when she stepped in front of her computer and sat down. I was jolted again, harder, by the fact that I could see first the bottom half and then the top half of her completely nude body. My mind was seared with the unforgettable sight of her closely cropped light brown pussy hair and full lips and then her gorgeous, full, nude breasts. "Couldn't very well have you seeing me sitting here nude now." She said smiling, (she thought), to herself.
I was at a complete loss for words. She frowned. "Are you still there? Did I hang up on you?"
"N - no," I stammered, "I'm still here." (Still here and staring at your bare breasts), I thought to myself. I almost blurted out that she had hit the wrong button and simply hid her own picture from herself, but the words simply would not form. Her tits were magnificent!! Perfect! Easily C cups with hard pink nipples, placed high on each breast, aiming slightly to the outside; total Playboy tits!!! On my mother no less!!
"So sweetie, how are you. It's good to hear from you. I was hoping we'd chat Thursday, but I had an early morning with the girls." She blathered on for a bit about what she'd been doing recently, as she began to take her gorgeous blond hair and put it up into a loose knot. Her arms working her hair made her perfect tits bob and weave incredibly!! "Are you tired, honey? You're so quiet this morning, well, your evening."
"No - no," I stammered again, "I'm fine, but ..." again I was about to tell her that I could see her, but she got there first.
"Hang on one sec, baby, let me go put the kettle on. I need some coffee. I'll be right back." She pushed back a bit and then stood, showing me again that perfect little pussy, then turned to give me a shot of her tight bottom, which jiggled just a bit and she moved. (What a fucking body!!!) my brain screamed at me. She left the room and I sat there realizing that I was sporting a heavy and growing erection. Mom was what, I had to calculate in my head, 46, 47? Holy shit! She was incredible! All that jogging around the marina was really keeping her tight and fit.
From off screen I heard, "Hang on sweetie. I'm coming." I watched as she crossed the room, tits swaying gently, and got a tiny silk robe from the closet. She threw it on, but didn't close it, the ties hanging loosely. Walking back to her desk, I was afforded an even sexier view of her completely nude front, top to bottom, framed by a flowing gold silky robe. I was now completely hard!
"There we go, I'm back now. I had to throw on my robe." Again her gorgeous pussy flashed in front of me as she sat, and then her tits were right there for me to stare at and ogle. "So how are you sweetie?"
"I'm, ... well, ... fine." I told her.
"Work is good?"
"Everything is, ... Great!" I said enthusiastically! She returned to fussing with her hair, making her breasts perform for me again.
"Did you meet that girl? The one from the Boulangerie? You were going to have lunch yesterday?"
