You Know I Can See You, Right? 4

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You Know I Can See You, Right? 4I was awakened early by a knock at my front door. I located the shorts that I had tossed off last night, dragged them on the went to the door.”Who is it?” I asked, truly having no idea who could be banging on my door at 7:30 of a Thursday morning.”Marianne.” Came the sweet voice from the other side. “I am sorry to have wake you?” she asked.I opened the door to the luscious sight of Mari standing there in a short frilly skirt, espadrilles and a loose man’s dress shirt casually knotted below her breasts. Her cleavage made it apparent that no bra was in evidence. Her hair fell loosely around her gorgeous face. Her smile was radiant. I noticed that the day was dawning kind of crummy. The weather would be kind of overcast today it appeared.Marianne was carrying a large parcel.”Bonjour Cher. Ça va?” She said, making no move to enter without invitation. I immediately jerked aside and ushered her in. her head swiveled and her smiling eyes never left me as she walked past.Moving into the room, see made obvious note of the mess of my nest on the couch. “This was you?” she asked, curious. I nodded moving to take her parcel. “I thought to bring some ‘PD’.” I had used the acronym ‘PD’ as a substitute for ‘Petit Dejeuner’ which she thought was so very American. Who but an American couldn’t spare the extra moments it took to say the entire phrase.She settled into the mess of blankets on the couch and set her stuff on the coffee table. She unloaded a thermos of coffee, a bowl of obviously homemade preserves, some croissants, and a selection of sliced meats and cheeses. I turned and head to the kitchen for cups, cream and sugar.We had both poured out cups of hot black coffee when she noticed the presence of Mom at the bedroom door. “Salud Szhudy, Cheri.” She said with that lilting French pronunciation again.Mom emerged wearing one of my dress shirts. She had closed only one button, near her tummy that barely covered her puss, and let her breasts sway and play peek-a-boo as she came over towards us.”Coffee?” she asked excitedly. “You are such a sweetheart.” When she reached us I handed her my cup. Mari and I were both gaping at her innate sexiness in my shirt. She noticed us watching and moved to gather the shirttail in front of her, covering her pussy, which was actually not visible, anyway “What? Am I showing?” she asked.”I can only wish.” I blurted not thinking. Mari gave me a look. I handed my coffee to Mom.”You two are very exciting.” She said with a naughty grin. Mom and I exchanged uncertain looks about possibly exposing the intimacy of our relationship with an outsider.Mom continued to hold the shirttail in front of her crotch as she sipped coffee from my cup. I watched as Mari slowly reached out and gently, but firmly, removed Mom’s hand from the material.”It is no problem? Yes?” she asked. “It is okay?” Mari looked to me with a sweet smile. “We enjoy to not mind?” Moms hand fell to her side and then moved to her hip, which created the impression that she was posing in my shirt; maybe she was.I fixed myself another cup and then leaned back into the couch, blowing my coffee cool and sipping it. I watched as Mari and my mother shared a long meaningful look. Mom reached out and gently tucked a stray wisp of Mari’s hair behind her ear.”You are so beautiful.” She told my ‘girlfriend’. I wondered briefly, whether Marianne was my girlfriend. We were friends to be sure, and we’d gone out, even made out, but the title of ‘girlfriend’ had not yet been bestowed. Mom must have been on the same wavelength, because she then asked,”Do you like being Andy’s girlfriend?”At first Mari’s eyes didn’t leave my mother’s, but her hand came over to settle on my knee.”Very much.” She replied. ‘Well.’ I thought, ‘that’s settled.’ Mari then turned to look at me with a gorgeous, radiant smile. She leaned over close and carefully kissed both of my cheeks. “Very much.” She repeated quietly. Mari then returned her gaze to Mom.”Do you?” she asked Mom. Mom seemed completely taken aback by the question.”Do I what?” she asked.”Do you like being Awndy’s girlfriend?” Mari asked again. “Also?” she added.”I don’t know what you mean.” Mom stammered clearly unsure of what was being asked.”Well, I know you are Awndy’s mother, for sure, but I see you … together. The way you are so sexy together; lovers.” There was a long silent pause. “Lovers, yes?”I looked up at Mom who now wore the deer-in-headlights expression, as her eyes swiveled back and forth from Mari to me. I realized the longer it took her to protest, or even respond, reinforced the impression that we were, in fact, lovers.”What are you saying?” she asked, panicked. “I don’t know what you’re saying.”Mom’s hand returned to clasp the material in front of her pussy again. I watched as her body language expressed her desire to curl up, close off, cover up any impression that we were intimate. She looked really panicked. Mari rose to her feet and gently took Mom’s shoulders in her hands, preventing her from running away.”No, no, no, …” she soothed. “Is okay. Please. No. Is okay. It is beautiful to me, this love.” They shared a long look between them. “Please, I cannot say what, … I do not speak right, this, …” Mari looked to me, pleading for help. I sat there dazed as well, I didn’t know how to help. I think we had been found out.Mom just continued to stare at Mari with a horrified expression. Mari took her coffee and set it aside, then pulled her into an embrace and just held her there. Mom stood there with her hands just hanging for a while, and then they came up and embraced her back.I sat, watching them for a while, then realized that Mari’s shoulders were shaking. She was crying. Mom looked at me with a confused expression, then took hold of Mari and stood her up looking at her tear-stained face. When asked what was wrong, it took a few minutes for Marianne to explain how unloving her upbringing had been. Her father had been abusive in Lyon where she was born, the youngest of 4 siblings. She had not been wanted and they never let her forget it. To escape the abuse that their father rained down on them all, her mother had moved them to Nice to a distant relative’s house. They were barely welcome there. Marianne had become the embodiment of her mother’s disappointment with how her own life had turned out, and at 16 Marianne hit the road. She related how she had lived, moving from place to place, staying on peoples couches and sometimes squatting in abandoned buildings with other runaways. Sometimes stealing and sometimes working for a pittance, all within a few miles of the rest of her family. No one ever came looking, or even asked about her. She had been disposed of. The local chief of the police had become her savior, who she came to know from the frequency of her visits to jail. When the weather had been too miserable and she could find no other place to stay, a petty theft was all it took to get her a warm overnight in jail. These petty thefts were always the same; stealing one beer from the same small store along the corniche. The owner knew her and knew her situation. He would call the cops, while she waited, have her arrested and then, the following day, drop all charges. Mari had even worked in his store briefly, when she had turned 18. Flavian, the store owner, had become an unlikely, but lifelong friend. Mari had a very few friends, trusting no one. He had died at 78 the year before I arrived in Nice, leaving her crushed and more alone.Mom had come to sit down on the couch, Mari between us and we both consoled her as this tale of woe had literally poured out of her in fits of tears. She had never been loved, or treated kindly, until she met Gerard and his mother. Gerard was the Maitre of the restaurant where Mari worked. His mother owned the restaurant and ran it after Gerard’s father ran off with some Italian starlet, who had happened up from Cannes during the film festival 10 years before.And now, Mari had met us, myself and my mother, two people so full of life and love for each other and for her, that she was filled with envy and fear. Envy for the relationship we shared and had all our lives, for the love we expressed openly for each other, for the support we gave each other without condition. But she felt a deep fear that she would never find that for herself, that we wouldn’t accept her into our lives, and mostly that she wasn’t worthy.We were all crying throughout her tale, but at this last admission, the ‘mother’ in my mother finally broke down and she flung her arms around this lovely, young, waif of a girl and sobbed aloud. They held each other tightly.Mari had never admitted any of this to me, but then we hadn’t reached that point in our relationship; I guessed that now we had. Finally I turned her to me and wiped the tears from her eyes.”Marianne,” I said, pronouncing it in French, “J’ vous aim, ton Cherie.” I told her gazing into her wet eyes. She gave me a look that expressed being thrilled and distrustful all at once. I just held her gaze, which softened the distrust part and she fell into my arms. I held her for a long moment. “You are such a wonderful girl.” I told her. My Mom echoed the sentiment, rubbing her back.My mother shifted from rubbing her back to lightly scratching her back. Mari moaned at how good it felt. Mom adjusted her position to be facing her more straight on, which made her face me more straight on as well. Now I was afforded a beautiful view down her shirt; my shirt actually. When Mom reached down to work her hands under Mari’s shirt to scratch her bare skin, Mari moaned louder and moved a bit so that Mom could pull her shirt up a bit more. After a minute, Mari sat up, wiped her eyes, kissed me gently and then undid the loose knot at her waist. Mom helped her out of her shirt and there she was, topless, practically in my lap. Mom continued to scratch her back and she settled back into my arms. I just canlı bahis watched as Mom’s fingers scratched every inch of her back, her neck, shoulders and arms, then her sides and gently over the swell of Mari’s breasts on either side. Mari’s moaning was quiet, but almost constant. Her arms were around me and her hands had worked into the waistband of my shorts and she was, in turn, scratching my butt and hips. This slow, gentle, sexy contact went on silently for many minutes. I just sat there happily wondering where this would all lead. “Your coffee is coming cold.” She finally whispered to me. She looked up into my eyes with a look of such contentment that my heart melted. We kissed, long and soft. As I moved a bit the fetch my coffee cup, Mari turned completely and she gently took my mother in her arms and they held each other. I could just make out Mari whispering to her, in her funny English, how lucky I was to have the love of such a wonderful mother. And for her to receive the same back from me. She had only dreamed that such a relationship could exist, and to find one that did, and feel a small part of it was a dream come true.”You are a part of it, sweetheart.” Mom told her. “A big part of it.” Mari backed up a bit, looking straight into her eyes, her bare breasts, tip to tip with Mom’s, barely covered in my shirt. Mari leaned in, tentatively. Mom didn’t move. She moved further and they kissed. I noted that both their eyes were open, but shortly both rolled closed as their kiss continued. There was no movement, no passionate tongues jabbing, no rolling of the heads and grinding of the lips, just the contact. The contract that Mari must have dreamt of her whole life, now made real.Mari sat up and slowly, testing Mom, reached down and unbuttoned the one button holding my shirt on her. Mom made no move to stop her, just watched her hands working, shaking slightly. Mari peeled the shirt gently off her shoulders and then I watched them sit there nipple to nipple for a moment, then resume their hug. It was gorgeous. They stroked each other’s backs and gently rocked. A while later, Mari moved to get up. Mom reached for my shirt to cover herself but Mari took it from her. She stood and, taking my hand, moved me into the position she had just vacated. I held my mother’s gorgeous nude body to mine, stroking her back, her hips, her bottom. Mom did the same to me, eventually working her fingers into my shorts and scratching my butt cheeks. “I love to watch you.” Mari whispered in a sweet voice. “Beautiful, yes?” “Yes.” My mother agreed and she kissed me, hard. Her tongue probed and I received it deeply. She was now trying to get my shorts down but I was sitting on them. Mari noticed and helped me to my feet.I stood there and let my mother and my girlfriend work my underwear off me until I stood there nude and totally erect. They then settled me back onto the couch and into my mother’s arms again. We kissed some more, the arousal palpable. I could see Mari out of the corner of my eye. She sipped coffee from her cup and she kicked off her shoes, then began working at the buttons of her shorts. All at once they flopped to the floor, revealing a complete lack of panties. She stood nude next to us. Mom and I both, at the same moment reached out to draw her closer. We were on such the same wavelength.We continued kissing but held Marianne’s silky skin tightly to us. She in turn caressed us both. It was heaven! When we broke our kiss, we both turned to kiss Mari’s soft tummy. I noted that Mari had a lovely patch of cropped, downy, dark brown hair above her pussy, but her lips were completely shaved; adorable. My mouth watered to taste her. I ran my fingers through it, like spun silk.”Is okay?” she asked. I gave her a questioning look. She reached down and strummed her fingers through her hair. “Is okay to have hair there?””Of course.” I told her beaming. Marianne told me that she had noticed that Mom was completely shaved and wondered if that was how I liked it. I told that I thought it was beautiful either way. I said that Mom had shaved herself, I hadn’t asked for it.Mari came around behind me, sitting on the couch. She reached around and took tender hold of my cock. “I love your cock, Awndy.” She told me. Mom’s eyes flicked down to where Mari was stroking me. “It is very hard. And big too.” She looked at Mom. “You love it as well?””Well, … It is very nice, of course, … but, …””Do you make love every day?” Mari asked her.Mom spluttered.”What?!” she spit out. “What do you, … How could you, …” She was struggling to find words. “Mari, we never, … ” I fumbled, trying to help.”We’re not lovers.” Mom finally blurted. Mari sat up straight, confused.”But, … I thought that, …”She made a move to get up quickly but I found her hands and held them, capturing her in place. “I’m so sorry, …” she broke into a long apology in French that flowed so quick even I didn’t get most of it. The panic in her voice though, was evident. She sounded embarrassed, and panicky, like she had kicked shit on us.Mom quelled it by grabbing her face in both hands and shushing her. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” She told the girl. “Totally honest mistake, now that I think about it. Why wouldn’t you think that?’ Mari quieted. “Andy and I aren’t lovers. At least …” Her eyes came to meet mine. “… at least we haven’t, … not really. Not in person.” She finally added.I stood.”Come. We need a moment to regroup, I think.” I grabbed my shirt and held it out for my mother, who stuck her arms in and buttoned that one button again. I held Mari’s shirt out for her as well and tied the knot for her. I didn’t bother with my shorts. I picked up the forgotten breakfast and took it to the table. The girls joined me and we sat and ate and took a long time explain to Marianne how this whole fucked up, wonderful, disastrous, exciting adventure began. Our story ended with Mari knocking on the door this morning. “Merde.” She whispered when we stopped talking. “Incroyable” she said gazing at Mom. “What an incredible, … faute, …””Mistake.” I translated. “Or not. Maybe it wasn’t a mistake after all. Maybe something more cosmic, that is driving us to be lovers.” I shared a brief glance with Mom.”Do you want?” she asked Mom. “I know you want!” she told me with a giggle, glancing, none too subtly, at my erection. Mom was thoughtful.”Oui.” Mom said quietly. “I think I do.” She turned to face me full on, with a look that dared the future. My heart was pounding. “But,” she turned to Mari, “what about you? Where does that leave you and, … Awndy?” she added, mimicking Mari’s pronunciation, smiling. Mari grinned as well. “I think that I want … Andy.” She admitted with a glance at me, trying hard to Americanize her pronunciation of my name. Her eyes came fully to mine. “I wish for you, … and me, … to be ….” Her sentence remained incomplete, but the thought was complete.We were silent for a time, each lost in our own thoughts. We ate quietly, mulling over the brave new landscape we faced. I got up, wandered to the window, cock swaying heavily. It was still very grey out, gloomy even. I felt that all the sunshine in the world was captured inside my little apartment, bright with promise, with these two sexy, half-naked, gorgeous women at my table. I turned to see both girls in identical poses, chin in hand as they gazed at me, their potential lover. I had a fleeting thought that I was in for it now. I felt my penis lurch a bit at the thought.”So.” I asked, “What happens now?” The girls looked at each other and fell to fits of nervous giggles. The air fairly crackled with tension. Anything was possible. “How about a shower and a drive up the coast?””Really?” Mom asked incredulously. “Two beautiful naked women here, that want you, and that’s what you come up with?” she asked, half joking. I was thoughtful a moment.”This is the start of something that I truly hope will last a lifetime, my gorgeous lovers. Both of you. I think we can wait another couple hours? Yes?”After a bit of ribbing I headed for the shower.”Join me? There’s room. Well, maybe room for three. We can try anyway.” As I entered the bathroom I glance back to see them both rising out of their chairs. ‘Holy Shit!’ I thought. The water was scalding hot as I washed off quickly. Shortly the glass door opened and there stood my own mother, and my new girlfriend, beautifully nude and getting in the shower with me. Turns out there was just enough room for three, but not without a lot of ‘Excuse me’s’ and ‘Pardon me’s’ and giggling. They both took turns washing me and my aching cock and balls. I washed them and thrilled to the sight of them washing each other a bit.”I love you.” I told my mother and kissed her deeply. Then I turned to Marianne. She wore a panicked, but hopeful expression. I realized at that moment that, “I love you too. I love you Marianne.” She was doing her best not to cry and masked it by grabbing me and kissing me so hard it hurt. Mom hugged us tightly.”I do too, sweet girl. I do too.”An hour and a half later we were driving into Monaco in a gentle drizzle. Mom sat in the front seat with Mari on her lap. I didn’t want either of my new lovers to have to sit in back. I was going to need a car with a bench seat, I told myself. We drove around town, pointing out the sights for Mom who oohed and ahhed, craning her neck this way and that. Truly a gorgeous little municipality. We parked as close as possible and ran through the mist into a back alley restaurant that Mari knew. We sat at a small table in the window, knees touching all round, and ate a light meal and drank wine. We all felt that warm fuzzy blush of constant arousal and nervous anticipation.We visited an art museum, mostly empty on this gloomy day. I let the girls wander off together and observed them leaning their heads in together, plotting I think. Boy was I in for it. I kept thinking. I couldn’t wait. I decided bahis siteleri not to push at all, but let them guide and direct the unfolding of our new relationship. I would be ready, willing and able for anything, but would leave the details up to them. I think they sensed it and the plotting continued.Report StoryThe following morning was almost a replay of the one before. I woke fairly early and drove over to Mom’s hotel, letting myself into her room with the spare key, again. The d****s were not drawn shut as they had been yesterday, but stood open allowing the faint light of dawn to softly light the room.Mom rolled over and watched me entering the room. She said nothing. I moved to the bed and leaned down and kissed her mouth gently. Still no words. Standing, I began to remove my clothes. She looked like she might protest, but didn’t; not yet. I dropped my pants and was down to my tight black shorts. My arousal was evident. She was just about to protest when I stopped moving.I leaned down and gently pulled the covers back to reveal her glorious nude shape. She scooted back a bit to allow me into the bed. I took her in my arms and we kissed, gently, lovingly. No hot passion, but soft and sweet. I rolled her over, back to me and spooned up behind her. I reached around and gently took hold of her full, soft breast. She didn’t protest or make any move to stop me. I proceeded very slowly, not wanting to break this magic spell. Satisfied that this was all I wanted at the moment, she snuggled back into me and we slept for a while. When coming through the lobby I had requested that breakfast be brought up in an hour, on trays so we could eat in bed. A while later there was a soft knock at the door. I kissed Mom’s neck, scalp and shoulder and got out of bed to open the door.A short while later, we were sitting side by side eating and drinking our coffee. Mom was sitting up bare breasted in bed, which was exciting beyond anything I could have imagined. Us, like real lovers, enjoying the calm, yet heated presence and closeness. Not a word had past between us yet. After snacking a bit Mom got out of bed and padded quietly to the bathroom and closed the door. I sipped coffee and waited. I had no idea what to expect and had no agenda for the morning, just allowing the situation to unfold, slowly, gently.I watched her as she emerged and walked smoothly over to my side of the bed. She was an incredible nude vision. She took a long look into my eyes, smiled a bit, shook her head in wonder and leaned down to kiss me again. Another chaste, soft kiss, but in this atmosphere, highly charged, like lightning. She crawled over me to her side of the bed and got back under the covers. It was so amazing to see every inch of her body, even the most private parts, as she climbed over me and worked her legs back under the covers. It was as if we were playing a game to see who would break the silence first. I had entered the room with a big paper shopping bag, but no questions emerged about it. After I finished a second cup of coffee, I got out of bed and went to get the bag. Mom just had a curious look on her face, btu said nothing, as our game continued.Setting the bag on the bed I reached in and pulled out a smaller bag, overflowing with colorful tissue; a gift she recognized. She set her tray aside and sat up in bed with an expectant smile of her beautiful face. I gazed at her for a while, loving the rumpled look of her ‘just woke up’ hair. The image of her sitting there, c***dlike, smiling, nude to the waist, gorgeous breasts on full display gave me the most incredible sense of happiness. I loved this woman, utterly, completely!I held the bag close and she pulled out a piece of bright pink tissue paper, then she withdrew one that was powder blue. I then reached in and pulled out what looked like a white hankie, only smaller. Her look turned more curious, as I pulled another one, in a nude color, then a third in black. I held the black one up and showed her what it was.Her look was priceless. She seemed shocked and excited and surprised all at once. Her hand came up to cover her mouth in surprise. The effect was charming. I reached my hand out to help her up and she gave me a look of shock. I could easily read her thoughts: ‘What? You want me to wear that?’ she said with only a look. I nodded, smiling. After a brief moments thought, she took my hand and stood up on the bed. There she was, standing before me, my goddess mother, completely nude.She put a hand on my shoulder as I held out the tiny thong and she worked, first one foot and then the other into the openings. She allowed me to work the tiny scraps and material up her long legs, over her hips and onto her bottom, covering her pussy in front, barely. I turned her again and again adjusting the fit until it was perfect! I stood back to gaze at the effect which was electrifying!!She put both her hands on her hips, as if to ask, ‘How do I look?’ I simply grinned like a idiot and nodded. It was miniscule! She giggled a bit and then jumped out of bed and practically ran to the bathroom to have a look. I watched through the door as she turned this way and that checking herself out. I could tell she was pleased with how it looked on her. She peeked out of the bathroom door, hand over her mouth again, shaking her head with a “I can’t believe I’m wearing this’ look. One more glance over her shoulder, at her butt in the mirror and she rejoined me at the bed. I held out the other 2 colors which she took from me examining closely. She was impressed with the quality of the workmanship.I took her by the hand and twirled her like a dancer. She was spectacular!! Taking a hold of her shoulders I stood her before me and reached back into the bag. This time I withdrew more black material, but not much more. I found the shoulder straps of the dress and held it out for her. At first she took in the shape of the dress, but as she studied it she noticed how sheer the fabric was.A look of growing concern emerged as she understood just how nude she would look in this. She looked up to me and then back to the dress, then back to me. Alarm registered in her eyes. I took her hands and lifted them up over her head and began to slip the dress over her body. It slithered tightly over every curve of her exquisite form as I drew it down over her head, her breasts, her hips and then smoothed the material over her sexy bottom. It appeared as though I had simply spray painted her nakedness. Her nipples jutted lewdly through the material attempting escape. There was a sexy dimple at her bellybutton, I turned her and the cute dimples in her lower back showed clearly as well. Lots of skin showed between her breasts, even more down her back. It was incredible on her!!I gently took hold of her hips and brought her close in front of me. Her hands moved to my face and she drew me in close and kissed me hard. We just held that contact of our lips without getting to outrageous with our tongues yet. My right hand came up to the back of her head as my left swooped around to the small of her back as I just held her close.Our lips parted but she pressed her forehead to mine. Eyes closed she just held me there for a long moment. I could tell she was reveling in the deepest love two humans can have for each other; mother and son; lovers.When we looked into each other’s eyes, her were filled with tears, such that they were running down her cheeks. I would have been alarmed if not for the beatific smile of her face. Tears of happiness. She kissed me hard, not closing her eyes this time. Our lips caressed each other’s as we gazed into each other’s eyes. She pulled away smiling and then skipped off to the bathroom for another look. She repeated her turning and preening again, examining every bit of her body wrapped in this diaphanous material. Then she reached underneath and removed the thong, making her completely nude underneath. I couldn’t take it anymore and strolled to the bathroom door to watch. She would admire herself, then smile over at me then return to her own reflection. I could tell she liked it. I have never been so satisfied with a gift for someone in my life. She left the bathroom hurried to her suitcase and pulled out a sexy pair of pumps, and a Pashmina to wrap around her shoulders. She always did have a flair for dress. She practically ran to the closet and rummaged for a mesh snood and put it over her hair. The effect was instant and thoroughly charming. She was gorgeous!! Thinking of one last thing she returned to the bathroom and pulled a necklace from her bag. It was actually a small black choker with a sterling heart pendant. It was the crowning touch!Her bare flesh was fully visible through the material, but she didn’t seem to care about that. She was elegant in her confidence with her body. I had been standing in the middle of the room watching her move around me, styling an outfit to die for. She emerged from the bathroom and stood looking at me with a smolder that made me fully erect again. Never taking her eyes from mine, she removed the choker, kissed the little heart and set it on the bathroom counter. She pulled back the pashmina, reaveling the glory of her visible nipples to me again. She casually tossed it over the back of a chair. She then reached back the drew the snood slowly off her hair, giving her head a little shake. Her hair swung gently back and forth in opposite motion to her breasts and they gently moved in the dress.Laying the snood over the pashmina, she then reached slowly up to the tiny shoulder straps of the dress. First one, then the other fell off her shoulders. She grasped the material at her breasts and began to peel it slowly down, like removing a second skin. There was a brief pause as the material first snagged on, then popped of her erect nipples, giving her breasts another lovely jiggle. Down she peeled it, over her ribs, her tummy, her hips, her pussy, güvenilir bahis then bending straight-legged, pushed it all the way to her black pumps and off onto the floor. She was bent completely double, showing me her naked back and sexy round hips.She rolled her head a bit to look at me from down there, to make sure I was watching; like I would have even blinked for fear of missing something. She smiled such a luminous smile at me. Slowly she stood up again, placed her hands on her hips again and simply posed for me, in nothing but her high heels.I think she was trying to get me to break the silence, but I didn’t. I wanted to! I was dying to tell her how beautiful, sexy, gorgeous, spectacular …I guess my facial expression said it all.She strolled towards me in the sexiest way ever, like a model, crossing her feet over each as she came, slowly, slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. She gently placed a hand right in the middle of my chest and felt my pounding heart. Her smile widened at that. Gently pushing me I sat down on the bed.She kept one hand on her hip while the other began to caress the soft, silky skin of her lower tummy. If she had any pubic hair she would have been running her fingers through it. As it was she was simply stroking her skin right above her bare pussy. She then raised her foot and placed her high heel right in my lap with a look that commanded me to help her remove her shoe. I did. Holding, gently caressing her calf as I slipped the shoe off. We repeated this same motion, slowly with the other foot. She changed her hands, from one hip to the other and continued stroking her swollen mound. Once completely, beautifully nude, she stood for a moment in front of me and then returned to the bed and made quite a show of climbing in. She pulled the covers all the way up to where just her chin was showing. She ran her tongue over her lower lip, worked her eyebrows at me devilishly and then rolled over to nap for a short while longer.I stood walked over to where she was laying in bed, with her back now to me and drop my shorts. She turned to look for a moment, gazing at my painfully erect cock, then lay back down. I pulled open the sheets and climbed in and snuggled my cock against her back, reaching around to hold her. We dozed for a bit.Later I awoke to the feel of her pulling me towards her. She had turned towards me and was pulling me onto my stomach. She then straddled my back and began to gently massage me. She interspersed some light scratching all over my back and butt. She leaned down and stroked her tits over my skin. It was wonderful. I moaned aloud but still nothing was said. She kissed my ear, then my shoulders, then down my back. She shifted on top of me and kissed both of my butt cheeks; long and languid. She then kissed the backs of my thighs and gently blew warm air between my legs and over my balls.I pushed my butt back at her hoping for more but she climbed out of bed, stood and stretched and then began to pull on the tiny black thong again. I was leaning on an elbow to watch this incredibly exciting display. She pulled some cute shorts out of her bag and slid them on, then a cute tight crop top over her bare breasts; no bra. She showed me her hiking shoes as she sat to put them on, reminding me that today was the day we were supposed to hike the Verdon Gorge area. I sat up and then stood, showing her my hard cock, as I began to dress as well. She continued to toil away picking things up and putting them in her bag, until I realized that she was preparing to fulfill her promise from last night. She was preparing to check out of the hotel!! I began to help her pack, both of us silent as we moved about the room. Finally, we had everything and headed out and downstairs.We checked out, drove to my place, put her stuff away and then I pulled her into my arms and kissed her long and deep. Our tongues made passionate love to each other as we kissed and held each other. I changed into hiking clothes and then we headed out. I put the top down in my car because the weather was so perfect. Mom looked spectacular riding along in the bright sunshine.I was aware of the time, though she wasn’t. I remembered that I had made a plan with Marianne to join us hiking. I was pretty sure that Mom either didn’t know or had forgotten. Her shorts were almost obscenely brief and her tits were stretching the fabric of her top almost to breaking. Her nipples were so hard and so visible that had we been home in the states, I would have insisted she cover with something. Here, who cared?Right at 10;30 I pulled up to a cute little apartment building and parked. Mom gave me a curious look and I simply smiled. She remained confused as we simply sat there waiting. When Mari bounced out the front door and made for my car, Mom turned to me with a look of such surprise, shock, and panic I laughed out loud. Mari was briefly taken aback by the wild immodesty of Mom’s outfit, but quickly set that aside in favor of a look of pure curiosity. She was no slouch in the visible nipples department either, as she leaned into the car and kissed both of Mom’s cheeks in greeting. Mari didn’t bother with the door that I opened and simply climbed into the backseat over Mom’s door. “I am so ‘appy to be wiz you.” She sang happily. “To be wiz boz of you.” She leaned into the front seat and gave me a kiss that curled my toes. Our tongues danced a bit in greeting. We hadn’t kissed like that before.I then looked at my mother from the viewpoint of how Mari must have seen her. Her shorts were so brief as she sat there, that you could almost see her pussy. Her breasts were obviously without support and in the bright sunlight you could actually make out the darkness of her areolas. I turned to really take in Mari’s outfit and only then realized that there could be a competition going. Marianne wore a very sexy, outdoorsy, somewhat revealing outfit of her own. Very short shorts and a top that threatened to spill her tits out at any moment. Mari was smiling at us but then her smile faded.”Is something not right?” she asked us. “You are not speaking a lot.” She sounded concerned. I was the one to speak.”Everything is great actually, but we are having a contest to see how long we can go without saying anything to each other.” I told her smiling. Mom turned in her seat and gave her a big smile and shrugged. Mari looked confused but smiled a bit anyway, in confusion. “I don’t know why.” I continued. “We’ve been doing this since I picked her up this morning.”Mari leaned forward, put her arms around both of us and kissed me. “You both are so adorable together.” She told us, pronouncing ‘adorable’ in a very French manner, which I loved. She then turned and kissed Mom on the mouth. “I love that you love him so well.” Mom was a bit flustered, but found Mari’s broken English as charming as me. She gently drew her fingertips across Mari’s cheek as they shared a smile.I hit the gas and headed out before we drew a crowd. The day was turning perfect, bright and sunny as I headed west on the A8 to the Route des Grasse, which would wind its way into the mountains. It would be a couple hour ride and we would lunch in Rougon before actually heading into the Gorge itself. It is much like driving into the Grand Canyon back home only not so arid. As I drove we three just relaxed into a comfortable quiet, just enjoying the road. In the rearview I noticed that Mari’s blouse had lost a few buttons and her breasts kept coming into view and her blouse billowed open in the breeze. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, smaller than Mom’s but high on her chest and set rather wide apart, with petit rosy nipples that pointed slightly outward from the center. My cock was in a constant state the whole way.Arriving in Rougon we found a quiet café off a back street with tables out under a wide tree. Mom looked a bit self-conscious about her nearly naked state, but Mari was reveling in hers, which I think helped Mom relax a bit. A bottle of good southern red wine also helped immeasurably.Mari scooted her chair over right next to Mom’s. She put her arm around Mom’s shoulders and lean in close. I watched as Mom’s hand gently floated to Mari’s thigh and gently lay there, on the soft warm skin. “Is nice? To be with 2 such beautiful girls as we?” Mari asked me.”Is very nice!” I grinned. “Very nice indeed. You two are so beautiful!””I think is true.” She agreed turning to look Mom in the face. “We are very beautiful.”She combed Mom’s hair out of her face and they shared a long look. They seemed to be really studying each other. Mari leaned in and kissed her again, soft but lingering. Mom had a look of uncertainly, but didn’t pull back and move at all. Mari kissed her again.”It is very fun to tease poor Awndy, yes?” Mom smiled, both at the idea and the charming way she always pronounced my name.”Yes it is.” Mom finally agreed. They both turned to smile at me. My cock was bursting.We leisurely strolled arm in arm in arm to the car and then drove into the Gorge. Mom was suitably impressed with the sight. It should be classified as one of the great wonders of the world. At the deep switch backs that lead down to the Lake of Sainte — Croix, we pulled into the tourist parking lot. There were groups of tourists, some large groups but mostly just a few and some couples.We caused rather a large stir with the erotic display of my two girls. Mari didn’t bother with the buttons of her blouse but simply undid it completely, exposing her breasts momentarily and then tied it loosely at the waist. She and Mom, though wearing different outfits completely both managed to draw all of the attention of the men, which drew some curiosity and ire from the women. We strolled to the edge of the gorge, which drops seven hundred meters to the flowing river below. I stood with an arm around each of my girls for a long while, just admiring the view. The water is the most amazing green color. Back in the car we drove a ways to a spot where a steel climb down, then down then down again, brings to the water’s edge. There is a gorgeous trail along the water, which Mari told us changes with almost every rainy season. 

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